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"I bet I can make them scream.."
These were the unsettling words of the newly promoted Crusader who stood before the massive chapel that was home of 'The Silent'. From what the name indicated, these were likely going to be religious fanatics who didn't make much noise. In truth? That was all of the briefing he had bothered to read. In spite of his desire to please the Empire, there was simply one thing that the giant could -not- do. Reading mission briefings?.. No. Absolutely not. They were just... awful.
That was probably why as soon as their transport landed, Jorath, rather than attempting to figure out a plan on how to isolate their targets and make a proper example instead focused upon a complete and total massacre of an entire chapel of religious devotees along with probably the closest thing in the world that he had to a friend and... a Stormtrooper that he may have seen around a few times and was never all that particularly enthused with. Not that he particularly minded Oran.. But soldiers were just so... Squishy? Untalented?.. He wasn't sure why he disliked them but he really did feel that he could have handled the mission along with Lillieth and been fine with that.
That wasn't in the cards however and there he stood in front of a rather beautiful looking chapel, his arms folded across his newly armored chest, his muscular arms hidden within the rather large sleeves of his traditional Sith Robes which he had actually taken up in the place of his duster since his promotion, intending to dress the part. Paying a glance to his side, he would look over to his two teammates, the hint of a smile tugging upon the corners of his lips. This was something that seldom ever occurred and yet it was one that the female of the team had likely seen before.
Jorath was about to hurt something and it was because of that, he actually seemed to have something of a bounce in his step as they walked along the pathway leading up to the home of the Order of the Silence. He and Lillieth had already taken care of one member of the order and now it was time to really get his hands dirty. The idea of the excitement he was about to partake in was almost than he could bare..
"So. I kick the door down. I announce we're going to murder them all. Then we kill each and every single one of them. Sound like a plan?" he finally asked, his voice sounding almost -giddy-. There was just something about cutting down malcontents and rabble rousers that put him in a special kind of mood and as he stood before two massive stone doors with beautifully etched designs depicting various religious depictions, he was already briefly considering the idea of bringing his lightsaber down across them if only to get the attention of his soon to be victims.
It was funny how the dark side could slowly change a person, especially one who relied upon it as heavily as what Jorath did.. His once dull brown eyes had slowly been shifting toward a much more predatory golden coloration and his blood lust had grown from a simple desire to brutalize to someone who accepted the idea of slaughter of an entire religious order as a boarderline enjoyable activity.. For the sake of the Empire's purposes, someone other than the gigantic crusader had hopefully read the mission briefing.. Otherwise there was going to be a much higher casualty report than what had been intended. Three could very easily become thirty..