Darth Asminys stood at the viewport of the Marauder-class Corvette, which he had newly rechristened as the Heartsing. The Sith Empire had recognized him with the title of Sith Lord and he had taken the mantle of Darth Asminys. Apparently this meant he had some level of command over assets of the Sith fleet, as limited as that fleet was. Or at least they hadn't told him no when he took command of the battle group. He watched the electric blue storm of hyperspace pass the ship by as his red-gold eyes flicked to the two ships travelling ahead of the Heartsing, the Dagger and the Hammer. Those weren’t the names they had held when he assumed command of them, but he had decided that new names were in order and had renamed them at a glance. Nobody had dared to question him and so they had been rechristened.
He wore a slick black duraplast cuirass with an abdomen plate that would protect his front and back well enough should some errant blaster bolt miraculously make it past his guard. He also wore a robe, a black shroud that concealed him and the pair of lightsabers that rode his hips, its hood drawn up. It was a day of firsts. His gaze scanned the bridge in front of him, settling on each person in his field of view for a moment as his eyes flickered across the room. All the crewmen who met his gaze quickly had something else to do other than look him in the eye. They scurried about like insects scuttling beneath a raised boot.
Klaxons blared as the battle group approached their destination, and the blue prism shrunk into pinpoints that sparkled in the void. In front of the fleet lay their prize, the planet Eiattu 6. In itself an insignificant planet on the galactic front, but it occupied a piece of prime real estate sitting near the fork of two hyperlanes that branched into the territory of the new Sith Empire. Darth Asminys wasn't too concerned with how the planet could be utilized defensively however, his vision expanded beyond that.
A pair of Sphyrna-class hammerhead style corvette’s held position over the planet, earning Darth Asminys' glare with its presence. The ships had not been there the last time he had visited Eiattu.
"Launch fighters and bombers." Asminys' commanding voice rang through the bridge. The Heartsing carried a mixed squadron of eight starfighters and four bombers in its hangar, as well as a quartet of troop transports that were filled with a strike force of droids, soldiers, and Sith, ready to be launched for a ground invasion. "Launch three of the transports as well." One would remain for now.
"Fighters screen the bombers for a run on the Hammerhead, have the Hammer move in for assault and boarding. Those ships belong to me." He ordered, the crew carried his instructions to the appropriate ears. Considering the angle between the Hammerhead and the planet, he charted a path for the invasion force in his head.
"Have the Dagger and it’s fighters escort the transports. They shall stay in its shadow as it flies towards the planet, once there they will land at the palace and seize the king for my arrival. Hail the planet." He finished giving his orders and prepared himself to speak to the king of this planet. Soon he would be king of this planet.
He didn't have to wait long as a projector displayed the king of Eiattu, an old man with a long white beard and a crown on his head. He began to blather and complain almost immediately before Asminys silenced him with a glare. "I am Asminys and I desire your planet. We shall meet shortly, and you will sign this world of yours over to me."
He didn't offer the man a chance to respond, instead waving his hand and signaling an end to the conversation. The hologram faded and he settled his eyes on the world that had lay behind it. The world that would soon be his.
"Once we are in range of the Hammerheads, open fire." He ordered as he watched two groups of ships soar from the hold of the Heartsing, one headed towards the planetary defense ship and the transports heading for the planet itself. The Dagger peeled off from the battle group towards the planet as well, providing a shield for the transports from the enemy corvette if it should decide to focus its fire on them.
The Hammer accelerated to keep up with the fighters as they screamed towards the enemy ship, and the deck under Asminys feet hummed as the Heartsing accelerated as well to close within firing range of its heavy turbolasers.
Satisfied with the opening moves of his battle plan, Asminys turned from the observation window.
"Take command of the bridge." He ordered the captain of the ship before turning away from the viewport "I must meditate on our victory."
With that cryptic statement, Darth Asminys walked out of the command center and to his meditation chamber within the ship. It was actually the captain's chamber, but now it was his. Entering the room and kneeling in the center with his robes spread out around him as he closed his eyes.
He breathed long and deep breaths, letting the world around him fall away as he opened his mind, pushing his consciousness outward. The tendrils of his mind reached out across the ship, and out into the void. The buzz of each mind on the ship began to press against his mind, the beat of each heart, the pulse of each soul. Hope, confusion, excitement, fear. Each heart beat with a different texture of those emotions, and each mind raced with its own thoughts.
How inefficient of the ants in this hive.
He let his anger at the lack of discipline boil over to the surface of his thoughts, his will infused with the Dark side as he drew on its power, pressing his hatred of the enemy into each of the minds that he touched. His mind's will was the one that would guide them to victory, he would not allow the inefficient skittering of bugs to prevent his victory this day. His focus would provide the clarity for their enemy's destruction, his hatred coordinating the instruments available to him as he forced his own will upon the galaxy.