Rebellion Growing

[Raider]

*Ord Mantell, Heart of the Bright Jewel, famous for its thick, outer cometary cloud, which glowed with a pinkish cast when viewed from space. Seen from the window of his shuttle the planet seemed peaceful enough. Simply hanging within the black vacuum of space which the Empire claimed as its own. Outward appearance was, as any Sith worthy to be called such knew, an ample source of deception. Reports had come back from Imperial agents on world and had gone as high as to reach The Emperor himself. There was a cancer attempting to take hold of the planet. Treasonous elements who dared speak ill of the Sith, the Empire, and the conditions that had been imposed upon them from their superiors. It was intolerable situation to allow to continue or to risk spreading and Vegzet had been dispatched to eradicate those guilty of disloyalty and make an example of them for any others who dared think of taking the same action. His shuttle entered Ord Mantell's atmosphere and descended to make its landing. Soon punishment would be dealt out.*

 

[Syn]

Fawn had been given a task as she sat in the center of a shuttle not meditating but fiddling a knife as she looked around at the sith soldiers who were holding her leash and she grinned wickedly thinking of things she could do them as she remembered. She had been sent to deal with dissenters and as the shuttle began to make its way down she grinned sliding her knife into its sheath and standing up as the ship touched down and the doors opened letting her walk out as she looked around and spoke with a wicked gleam in her eyes as the soldier approached and she made a move to pretend bit him getting a yelp. As she laughed and he chuckled nervously letting her magnetic leash go as she popped her neck and looked around going to a bench near an old man as she waited for the others to join her in the mission and she grinned placing an arm on his shoulder as fear slipped into his eyes and she whispered gently. "Do not fear your to old to eat......" Quickly Fawn ran a blade across his throat as she sat him back and placed a hand behind him using strips of his outfit as she cut and sliced and tied the strips on his ribs and the benches back with a grin standing up and letting him stay in place as blood pooled below him and she licked her fingers speaking. "Where are the others, I am getting hungry."

 

[Prancing Yawn]

The leader of the resistance was a gruff, strong man. He led this protestation with confidence in his efforts, and he was sure he could fight off any resistance to his cause. Soon he'd have to do that.

Vok(as I'll call him, for lack of taking a long time to think of a name), looking through his viewfinder, scanned the skys for any Sith scum that would try and stop he and his group. They were no army, by any means, but they held a considerable little fort of sorts where many of the residents of the planet had joined up in arms against the Sith, and were ready to fight.

One spotter, who was in a small watchtower outside of the fort, ran off from his position and into the fort, jogging up to Vok with a worried look on his face.
"Sir, our scanners have detected a small craft coming closer into range of our fort. I don't know much about ships, but it isn't an Alliance vessel, or one of the police's, or ours."
"Ready up your guns and prepare to fight! This protestation may produce us some results yet! COME AT US, SITH SCUM!

 

[Praetor]

Trey, one of the dissenters, was standing along the wall of the fortress waiting for orders from their leader, Vok. He had a blaster rifle slung over his back on a strap and some extra ammo stuffed in various pockets of his clothing. Suddenly, he heard Vok yell out, "Ready up your guns and prepare to fight! This protestation may produce us some results yet! COME AT US, SITH SCUM!" Trey joined in with the war cries resounding from the rest of the dissenters. It was time to show the Sith what they were made of.

 

[Raider]

*Something fell around her neck and closed like a noose that was slowing being tightened. Choking away the passageway which air traveled into and out of her lungs. Vegzet marched down the ramp of the shuttle and threw the Force it was clear he held the end of the invisible rope that was wrapped around the young insane acolyte's airway.*

"Fawn."

*He begun. His voice a low grow, barely above a whisper, it seemed to seep into her very mind. The action had been more of act of a savage beast; rather than an action of a Sith. He closed the distance between them and with her heels on he was shorter than she, but size did not matter here. The Force was a weapon that his command and he wielded and aimed it with such skill that this animal who dared call herself Sith could not hope to compare. The fingers of her life hand were curled like talons and in them the girl was but prey.*

"You will not kill any unless I command it. We are here to root out dissention againt the Empire. Not add to it by killing those who are not a part of it. Do you understand or must your throat be the next to be slit?"

 

[Syn]

Fawn looked at the man as she gasped slightly for air, he wasn't squeezing hard enough as she looked at him and blew a kiss giving a throaty laugh as she tried to get air into her lungs.

 

[Raider]

*The Sith Marauder was not amused by the young acolyte's antics. His curled fingers closed completely into a fist and noose he had created around her neck tightened so much that her airway was closed off. An simple jerk of the Force brought the hilt of his double-bladed lightsaber into his right hand. One end came to life with a SNAP-HISSS and the tip of blood colored beam of super heated plasma hovered barely an inch from Fawn's throat.*

"I will say it only once more. Do you understand or is the throat that gets slit next your own? A simple nod will do."

 

[Syn]

Fawn gasped as she nodded and looked at the man

 

[Praetor]

Trey and his unofficial squad of 4 other men made their way along the wall to a small AA gun.It was not a long distance, and once they got there, one man jumped into the chair to operate the gun and Trey pulled out some binoculars to spot enemy ships. There were a few clouds in the sky, making it a little bit harder to find the enemy, but after about a minute standing there Trey spotted a shuttle descending towards them. It wasn't in firing range but Trey yelled out, "Incoming shuttle! About Two kilometers away! Prepare to fire!"

 

[Prancing Yawn]

"Steady those rifles men, but keep them up. I want those Sithspawn scum to see who's going to be shooting them before they die."
Pulling an ornate sword out of a scabbard on his belt, and gripping his pistol in his left hand, Vok was ready to die for freedom of the Sith.

 

[Raider]

*The invisible noose that had been stangling the young Sith acolyte seemed to suddenly evaporate like water under the twin suns of Tatooine as Vegzet's fingers relaxed and his arm fell back to his side. The blood colored blade withdrew from her throat and hummed with murderous softness by his side.*

"Good. Do well to remember to keep this lesson in mind."

*He turned away from her. His cloak whipping around as he did so and strode off toward where Imperial intelligence had report local rebels had taken up arms against the Empire. Now that he had put Fawn in her place, it was time to put the rebels in their's. Namely, the grave.*

 

[Syn]

Fawn looked at the sith and grinned as she spoke with a laugh. "you know my lord ifyou wanted to choke me all you have to do is ask. I am always ready for a little bind and spank." Slowly Fawn walked as she looked around and took out her saber running a hand along the curved blade that acted like a guard and grinned. She would enjoy what was going to happen to the rebels.

 

[Prancing Yawn]

"Their shuttle is about to land. If we're lucky.. there will be some Sith inside of there, and not just their petty grunts."
The rebellion force had quite a few volunteer farmers, but there were several considerably dangerous smugglers, mercenaries and bounty hunters associated with the group. They were more than capable of shooting a few stormtroopers, but if there happened to be Sith onboard, it would be even sweeter.

Two men on a catwalk wrenched a laser turret, preparing them for rapid firing on the Sith invaders. Some other men were locking on blaster holsters and sharpening vibroblades. Vok himself had his hand on his katana, sheathed at his hip, and squeezed his pistol's grip nonchallantly.

 

[Praetor]

As Trey followed the shuttle's movements, he was a little confused because there were no other ships in sight. What are those idiots thinking he thought if this is all the Empire is sending to stop their rebellion, then this will be an easy fight. Trey put down the binoculars and said to someone beside him, "Is this some sort of joke? They're only sending one shuttle!" The other man said, "Are you sure? Keep looking." Trey looked back through his binoculars to search for more ships...

 

[Raider]

OOC: Guys. I landed the shuttle in my second post. We're on the ground and marching toward you.

 

[Prancing Yawn]

[[Oh, sorry. You didn't really specify the landing... just 'walking towards where Imperial intelligence had report local rebels had taken up arms against the Empire.' unless I missed something else. And I honestly wasn't sure what to respond with that, it wouldn't make sense if you were walking towards us because you didn't specify the shuttle landing(unless I didn't see it.)]]

As the Sith lord walked in the space between the shuttle and the fort, the men ontop of the catwalks quickly turned their attention to manning the turrets instead of tweaking them.
"We'll give them the pleasure of making the first move," said Vok."
"After all, it's unlikely they'll have any more pleasures.."

 

[Praetor]

(Well this is awkward....)

Trey and his squad pulled out their weapons, which ranged from miscellaneous blaster rifles to stolen high powered sniper rifles. They all watched in anticipation as the figure walked towards their walls. It was a frightening sight seeing a Sith lord approach you, but they were confident that they could defeat one man. Once the enemy was in firing range, they waited for orders to fire. Somebody further along the catwalk let off a shot which caused several more people to fire, and finally turned into a full blown effort to melt the enemy in a shower of blaster bolts. Dissenters fired with snipers, blaster rifles, turrets, and even threw a couple of grenades.

 

[Raider]

OOC: Yeah. Syn touched the shuttle down in his first post and then killed some old man who standing around. I just went with it and just mentioned that Vegzet marched down the ramp of the shuttle. Then Force choked Fawn for her random murder.

*As the the dissenters to the Empire's rule opened fire. Vegzet seized upon the dark power of the Force that twisted around him like a whirlwind. He grabbed hold of it and forced it to sweep through his body. His mind expended outward and his every movement became faster, sharper, stronger. The blood colored blade flashed through the air in motions so fast that it looked like a sheet of red in front of him. Blaster bolts collided and bounced off the superheated beam of plasma he held in one hand. Vegzet himself moved with such speed that his outline blurred as he zigzaged toward the fort the dissenters had set up. Some blaster bolts he was able to defect right back toward the shooters, but the sheer volume of fire was forcing him to let most fly in any and every direction.*

*As he closed on the fort he flicked his finger at the air in the same manner he had when his student had thrown a rock at during their training on Yavin IV. It something akin to how one would go about removing a speck of dirt from one's clothes. The grenades that had come soaring through the air at him acted as if they had just made contact with a club that was in mid-swing. They richocheted in mid-flight and bounded a number of times before rounding to a stop right at the foot of the dissenters fort.*