Heir to Clan Khath
Some time ago...
Sulphur, sand, blood. These were the ingredients to the Sith feast this day, to be taken from the Jedi; the sworn enemy, the nemesis, the scourge. Metal leviathans screeched through the air along Korriban's surface, demanding attention and conjuring a storm of fire beneath them. Down below, [member="Matsu Xiangu"]'s unfathomable horrors were let loose upon the unsuspecting infantrymen of the enemy, aided only by a handful of Jedi Knights. It was a useless endeavour for them, for they were bound to succumb to the nightmares that raced to tear their lives apart with bloody jaws and fierce claws.
"Horrible bastards," exclaimed Hymenaeus under his breath as he hung to the side of his regiment's transport ship. Behind him, one of the newer soldiers under his wing was beginning to hyperventilate, as his teammate sought to calm him. "Somebody shut him up. Tell him at least we're not fighting those beasts down there." As a commander, Hymenaeus had fallen into his roll with ease, and the respect he demanded from his peers was unlike any other at his young age. He understood the reason he was being sent here; this was his final test as a soldier. If he succeeded, he would doubtless be drafted into Sith training. "Now, listen," he addressed his soldiers. "The Jedi seek to destroy everything we have built here. This is the birthplace of our Empire, the very reason we serve to extend its glory. We mustn't let them hold this planet." He had his own doubts that the Jedi were truly as evil as his superior's told him. But he had a job to do, and he would not neglect his duty, nor would he miss such an opportunity given to him. "We drop in four minutes. Be ready. Stay on me, and remember; listen and act."
The drop was higher than he expected, and his heart struggled for a moment to catch the speed at which he fell, but the hydraulic system in his suit reduced the shock of impact almost entirely. As soon as he hit the ground, he was flung immediately into action as a Jedi infantryman manoeuvred towards him; neutralised with ease. Hearing was difficult, as bombs dropped and screaming ensued from all around, and sight was impaired from smoke and blood. The battle was already more than half done. He scouted the ground; much of the dead were either the sinewy remains of Xiangu's beasts, or lesser Knights and Padawans of the Jedi Order who had fallen in vein. They are simple apprentices... They have no strength here... This is a slaughter ground...
A regiment of Republic soldiers could be seen ahead, following their new storm of blaster energy as it rained across the battlefield.
"Cover!" yelled Hymenaeus as he ran for nearby ship debris, but as he did so he could see three of his men fall already to the gush of flame. Locking his rifle, he stood and sent a burst of fire towards the oncoming group, wounding some, killing others. But there were many left. Fury encased him, and as he continued to fire, he began to disregard any danger that may have surrounded him, focusing entirely on the immediate fight. Sulphur, sand and blood were on the air.
Then came the flame.
Sulphur, sand, blood. These were the ingredients to the Sith feast this day, to be taken from the Jedi; the sworn enemy, the nemesis, the scourge. Metal leviathans screeched through the air along Korriban's surface, demanding attention and conjuring a storm of fire beneath them. Down below, [member="Matsu Xiangu"]'s unfathomable horrors were let loose upon the unsuspecting infantrymen of the enemy, aided only by a handful of Jedi Knights. It was a useless endeavour for them, for they were bound to succumb to the nightmares that raced to tear their lives apart with bloody jaws and fierce claws.
"Horrible bastards," exclaimed Hymenaeus under his breath as he hung to the side of his regiment's transport ship. Behind him, one of the newer soldiers under his wing was beginning to hyperventilate, as his teammate sought to calm him. "Somebody shut him up. Tell him at least we're not fighting those beasts down there." As a commander, Hymenaeus had fallen into his roll with ease, and the respect he demanded from his peers was unlike any other at his young age. He understood the reason he was being sent here; this was his final test as a soldier. If he succeeded, he would doubtless be drafted into Sith training. "Now, listen," he addressed his soldiers. "The Jedi seek to destroy everything we have built here. This is the birthplace of our Empire, the very reason we serve to extend its glory. We mustn't let them hold this planet." He had his own doubts that the Jedi were truly as evil as his superior's told him. But he had a job to do, and he would not neglect his duty, nor would he miss such an opportunity given to him. "We drop in four minutes. Be ready. Stay on me, and remember; listen and act."
The drop was higher than he expected, and his heart struggled for a moment to catch the speed at which he fell, but the hydraulic system in his suit reduced the shock of impact almost entirely. As soon as he hit the ground, he was flung immediately into action as a Jedi infantryman manoeuvred towards him; neutralised with ease. Hearing was difficult, as bombs dropped and screaming ensued from all around, and sight was impaired from smoke and blood. The battle was already more than half done. He scouted the ground; much of the dead were either the sinewy remains of Xiangu's beasts, or lesser Knights and Padawans of the Jedi Order who had fallen in vein. They are simple apprentices... They have no strength here... This is a slaughter ground...
A regiment of Republic soldiers could be seen ahead, following their new storm of blaster energy as it rained across the battlefield.
"Cover!" yelled Hymenaeus as he ran for nearby ship debris, but as he did so he could see three of his men fall already to the gush of flame. Locking his rifle, he stood and sent a burst of fire towards the oncoming group, wounding some, killing others. But there were many left. Fury encased him, and as he continued to fire, he began to disregard any danger that may have surrounded him, focusing entirely on the immediate fight. Sulphur, sand and blood were on the air.
Then came the flame.
