Jake Daniels
Archduke of Dantella IV
VALLEY OF THE DARK LORDS
Enemies: [member="Lilin Imperieuse"] | [member="Jacen Voidstalker"] | [member="Mara D'Lessio Merrill"] | [member="Kira Vaal"] | [member="Gabriel Sionoma"] | [member="Alen Na'Varro"] | [member="Meeristali Peradun"] | [member="Marcello Matteo"] | [member="Ryan Korr"] | [member="Kiskla Grayson"]
Allies: [member="Darth Erebos"] | [member="Darth Ophidia"] | [member="Tes Dralyn"] | [member="Sera Inkari"] | [@Lassiter] | [member="Darth Pyrrhus"]
Special Notes: Still drinking tea
'Well, it appears Lord Erebos and I are not alone.' Jake thought as the warning invaded his psyche. Oh he knew this one; the tactic and technique of invasion all too well. It belonged to an Acolyte with unique abilities. More specifically it belonged to an Acolyte whom served a fellow Knight that had trained Jake in Juyo. Oh yes, Darth Gravis' quest to become a Master of the Blade was coming along swimmingly. Her warning was noted immediately. Whomever was coming, those Sera referred too as Volcanoes, were coming to fight. 'How facinating. Does she really have the ability for foresight?' More importantly, she already confirming Darth Gravis' suspicion of war mongering Jedi. Had the legacy of the old Jedi Council lived on after all these generations!? Oh boy... this was like Christmas Morning if true.
Quietly Gravis took a sip from his cooled tea. Allowing the bitter taste to settle on his tongue before swallowing, the Knight relished the sensation. The bitter overtones of such a harsh tea. The repulsive way his body tried to fight him from swallowing. The way his body shuddered after each gulp. It did what it was made to do; Gravis was calm. For the time being. Few things set Darth Gravis off. The only things that really pushed him over the edge no one on this planet knew. Only [member="Amorella Shamalain"] had seen the side of an unpredictably angry Darth Gravis. Yet he was only that way because of a drive that was etched onto his very soul. It was a simple miscommunication then that had caused Gravis to act as he did.
The problem for these attackers? Gravis would not, could not, harm Amorella. That did not mean he wouldn't rip this fools apart here if they got in his way. They weren't Shamalain. Much like fresh meat in a prison shower, it was open season on Jedi arses. Oh yes, that rush of the force as the dark thoughts of an enemy daring to prevent his return home, an enemy that wanted his capture as Sera Inkari warned, those thoughts caused the icy blue iris' to momentarily retreat at the emergence of fiery red. Then Gravis heard the gasp of one of Lord Erebos' earlier victims.
How much did a soldier cost to train? That question repeated itself a few times as the Knight stared down at Lord Erebos' previously made blood bath. A Male Jedi continued to gasp, struggling to come to terms with the inevitability of eternal damnation that would encompass him in a few short moments. Back in Jakes time it cost an average of 150k credits to get a recruit through basic. That included uniform, food, housing, and pay. That did not include the additional future costs. All told, a veteran soldier of ten years could easily cost any Government two million credits. Now imagine a squadron of veteran soldiers all being wiped out? Even still, an entire shuttle of fresh recruits getting cut down, as these had just been. The cost for loss of ship, loss of entire cities, installations, etc. Was it worth it? Putting aside morality; was it financially worth it? After all, everything ultimately came down to the power of the almighty credit. Anyone who said otherwise didn't understand the basics of governmental economics.
Gravis lifted his tea to his lips with both hands. Using a trick Lord Erebos taught, Gravis snapped the suffering Jedi's neck in what was nothing short of a mercy killing. Why should that Jedi suffer because of the ineptitude of his Masters. Presumably the same Masters that came in behind the waves of cannon fodder. Yes, while the grunts died, the Masters would show and claim the glory of over a weakened enemy that they had no right to claim. What a bunch of pathetic monkey's.
The Knight refilled his small plastic cup while his attention turned towards the distant sound of several explosions. Had the attackers truly thought this through? Why attack Coruscant? Even a Knight, four centuries removed from his own time, remembered a very important rule of war. You attacked militarily strategic targets. What was Coruscant? A symbol. A fortified symbol of the One Sith. Nothing more. What had it been in Gravis' time? A symbol for the Republic. When at war you hit the enemy where it hurt the most. Trade routes, military installations, food processing planets, not a damn symbol.
What did the Alliance hope to accomplish with this assault? To stand up and go "Hooray! We did it! We took back a planet that we'll hold for only a few months before we lose it again! We took a planet that cost us hundreds of millions, if not billions of credits to invade, occupy, and finally conquer! Hooray! Who cares about the insurmountable loss of life! We will kill innocent people on a Sith World just because they're here but tell people we fight for Peace, Justice, and the Alliance Way!"
Loss of life. Loss of money. What did they honestly hope to accomplish? The Sith's fleets weren't here, nor their ship yards. The worlds that supplied food were elsewhere as was their training academies. The moronic nature of this attack was so staggering that Darth Gravis had a hard time comprehending what stupid walking monkey had authorized this assault.
It appeared the galaxy still wasn't ready for logic. It appeared the galaxy was still content with its never ending dick measuring contest between light and dark.
The glimmer of fire caught the Knights eyes, by now having returned to their icy blues. He watched as Lord Erebos formed a fiery winged beast above himself, 'Ok, even I have to admit that's pretty damn cool.'
Gravis continued to sit quietly. He now watched as the fight began to unfold.