Some people had more credits than they had braincells or balls and it was an unsung fact of life that there were more of those people than there were people with all of their shit together.
Sitting with his back against a tree on the edge of the estate owned by one of the many noble families of the planet Ciutric. One of the leading members of a faction that stood opposed to another faction of people with far more credits than they had sense. The only difference between the two factions, as far as Arthos could tell, was that this faction refused the envoys of the Mandalorian people to ally with them.
Their enemies had not refused.
Which meant the only thing stopping their chosen allies from taking control of the planet and joining the resurgent Mandalorian territories was one noble family and their supporters. All of whom were supposed to be attending a "gala dance" as a cover story for a meeting behind closed doors that would allow them to strategize a plan of attack against their enemies.
Arthos picked up his helmet from where it had been resting beside him and held it in his hand, the young man eyeing the metal before pulling himself up to his feet with a grunt of effort.
"There's going to be women and children here for the dance they're using as a cover story." he spoke to his allies, "Vote we keep any heavy firepower behind and we go in quiet. Kill the ones who need killing and anyone who gets in our way - then leave."
Killing women and children in orbital bombardments was an unfortunate fact of war but Arthos was still young enough to believe that a line should be drawn and he drew it at killing women and children, knowingly.
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