LOCATION: Sev Tok; Just landed on the beach
It had come as a surprise to the Acolyte, a dominion that followed so quickly on the heels of their success with Manaan. Perhaps this had been a momentary decision, born out of arrogance and triumph that blossomed in the One Sith after their victory on the ocean-covered planet. It didn't seem very likely, though, seeing as everything up to that point was running so smoothly that it could only be a product of detailed planning and consideration.
Whatever the case, Vrag wasn't really interested in shady backroom meetings; it was the final result that was of most importance to her, and she would do her best to help them achieve it. With a clear goal ahead of her, the firrerreo wasted no more time on pointless musings and joined the next squadron that was being deployed on the surface of Sev Tok. The shuttle sped through the quiet vacuum of space, and she took the few minutes they had to focus her thoughts and get rid of anything that might distract her.
Her concentration was jarred when they entered the planet's atmosphere and the previous silence exploded into a cacophony of sounds. The Sith held tight throughout their rapid descent and leapt off the vessel as soon as she was able. She landed in the white sand with a wet sound, soon followed by many others as the troops joined her on the shore. A few men went forward as an advance team, reporting back to the squad leader and the Acolyte every few minutes.
Their immediate area was surprisingly silent and calm, according to the scouts, and she couldn't sense anything in the Force either. Well, not close, at least; her comlink, however, was alive with calls from other landing zones scattered across the beach. Deciding that the squad she'd arrived with could handle any disturbance on their own, the Sith responded to one of the closer reports.
"Vrag of team Zeta here," she said into the piece at her mouth. "We can provide flanking action," she continued relaying to Xhexania while motioning for a few troopers to follow her.