Darth Asminys mood was grim as the shuttle touched down well outside the barrier that the Malastare PDF had erected around the abandoned refinery, blaster bolts chasing it from the factory walls as it passed overhead. The cultists of Darth Malicia had rooted themselves wherever they were based when the cull had been ordered by Darth Stolas, digging in and fortifying themselves all over Sith space. Nowhere was the root more firmly planted than Malastare, the cult's homeworld. Drug up from the poverty stricken slums of the world, three hots and a cot was a situation that few of the desperate souls had been willing to pass up. Drugged up and fed a daily dose of brainwashing, the wretches were more than willing to pay the price of utter devotion to their goddess. They were even willing to fight to the death in her memory after the woman's fall... or they knew that death was the only thing waiting for them with the Sith hellbent on removing their blight from existence.
Asminys knew this was a test of loyalty, if anything. The Eternal likely wanted to see if he was willing to destroy what he had helped create. A task he was more than willing to fulfill if it meant the Sith Lord could sate his bloodlust, if even for a moment. Touching down, Darth Asminys strode from the shuttle. He wore his newly adopted armor, the mask covering his face, no skin bare save for his bald pate, dark Sith tattoos stretching across its surface. A matching pair of rather plainly adorned black metal lightsabers rode his hips as he walked down the boarding ramp. Behind him marched out a few more Sith, and a squad of Eiattu Legionnaire's, whose continued service to Darth Asminys was seen fit by the Eternal.
"The crazies have dug themselves in deep." The dug commander of the PDF forces said as he approached the Sith Lord boldly. Perhaps too boldly. Darth Asminys stared at the lowly creature who's stooped form left his head well below Asminys'. He continued to stare as he recalled a particularly fond memory of slicing one of the creatures throats open on his first visit to the planet.
"My Lord?" The Dug would question as a blaster bolt zipped overhead from the compound, uncertainty radiating off the alien as he waited for the staring Sith Lord to speak. Asminys' eyes boiled behind the concealing black googles of his mask, hunter's eyes no longer visible to their prey. The Dug couldn't see what danger he was in as his death played over again and again in the Sith Lord's mind. Instead he would feel a tightening around his throat, eyes bulging as he struggled for breath. After half a minute of gagging, the pressure disappeared from his throat, and the Dug officer stumbled to his elbows, clutching his throat with his feet.
"I did not request the sound of your voice." Ant. The word echoed in Asminys' mind unspoken. He walked past the wheezing officer where he lay, a newfound fear radiating off the PDF and Eiattu forces alike as he left the Dug to contemplate his mistakes and his close brush with death.
Darth Asminys did not care for a situation briefing or report from the soldiers. He was here to do one thing, kill everyone in the refinery and reclaim it as his... The Empire's own. His eyes were locked on the front gate, and the trio of bearded cultists who manned the repeater over the gate. They would be the first to die.
"Surround the compound. Let none escape alive." He ordered his legionnaires who had already taken command of the situation. Speaking into the comlink in his mask, Darth Asminys spoke directly to the Sith who were present. "Enter the compound. Exterminate all inside." His rough and rarely used voice almost sounding eager for the carnage to come.
Asminys knew this was a test of loyalty, if anything. The Eternal likely wanted to see if he was willing to destroy what he had helped create. A task he was more than willing to fulfill if it meant the Sith Lord could sate his bloodlust, if even for a moment. Touching down, Darth Asminys strode from the shuttle. He wore his newly adopted armor, the mask covering his face, no skin bare save for his bald pate, dark Sith tattoos stretching across its surface. A matching pair of rather plainly adorned black metal lightsabers rode his hips as he walked down the boarding ramp. Behind him marched out a few more Sith, and a squad of Eiattu Legionnaire's, whose continued service to Darth Asminys was seen fit by the Eternal.
"The crazies have dug themselves in deep." The dug commander of the PDF forces said as he approached the Sith Lord boldly. Perhaps too boldly. Darth Asminys stared at the lowly creature who's stooped form left his head well below Asminys'. He continued to stare as he recalled a particularly fond memory of slicing one of the creatures throats open on his first visit to the planet.
"My Lord?" The Dug would question as a blaster bolt zipped overhead from the compound, uncertainty radiating off the alien as he waited for the staring Sith Lord to speak. Asminys' eyes boiled behind the concealing black googles of his mask, hunter's eyes no longer visible to their prey. The Dug couldn't see what danger he was in as his death played over again and again in the Sith Lord's mind. Instead he would feel a tightening around his throat, eyes bulging as he struggled for breath. After half a minute of gagging, the pressure disappeared from his throat, and the Dug officer stumbled to his elbows, clutching his throat with his feet.
"I did not request the sound of your voice." Ant. The word echoed in Asminys' mind unspoken. He walked past the wheezing officer where he lay, a newfound fear radiating off the PDF and Eiattu forces alike as he left the Dug to contemplate his mistakes and his close brush with death.
Darth Asminys did not care for a situation briefing or report from the soldiers. He was here to do one thing, kill everyone in the refinery and reclaim it as his... The Empire's own. His eyes were locked on the front gate, and the trio of bearded cultists who manned the repeater over the gate. They would be the first to die.
"Surround the compound. Let none escape alive." He ordered his legionnaires who had already taken command of the situation. Speaking into the comlink in his mask, Darth Asminys spoke directly to the Sith who were present. "Enter the compound. Exterminate all inside." His rough and rarely used voice almost sounding eager for the carnage to come.