Death Enabled
All Imperial Characters are welcome to open side threads.
The Lord Commander stood at the edge of the staging area, rain battered down onto his crimson armour, his face was bare, his thick black hair plastered against his skin. water droplets pooled in the half empty socket that was his left eye. Behind him the Imperial military and government officials huddled underneath tents, making their own plans on what to do with the prison, its occupants and even the Imperial Knights if they failed today.
There was more than enough physical might to storm the prison and reclaim it for the Empire, but the cost of life would be great. Most of the escapees were Ex-Sith, those who had chosen to fight the new Imperial Doctrine but failed. The rest were the worst of the worst, scum and filth who should have seen the end of the blaster instead of being housed by Imperial tax money. Fighting these kinds of people in close quarters was going to be bloody without the right tools and Wodan and his Knights were the only people in the Imperium which had the tools to deal with this.
His hand gripped around the lightsaber at his waist, knuckles turning white beneath the black gloves. Wodan had sent out a call to all of the Knights who were not on assignment to return to Raxus and meet him here. They had only been given six hours to get in, quell the riot and restore Imperial authority or else the TIE Bombers would warm up their engines.
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