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[The Red of Sinner]

Luminated metal pinged the sound of boots heavy with thought with each step they took. The bone mask hiding the features of the wearer of those boots also hid the scarification that had become his new face and with these new changes had come a new set of mindful delusions of pipe dreams that would never be fully achieved. But it was better to try than to fail, better to fall than never rise. Hovering silently over the planet of Makatak, a destroyer class ship waited, priming weapons and shields. Radar and various other sensors scanned and searched, not for inhabitants of the planet but of anyone who may interfere, or those who may wish to join in what was to come. The man in the mask stopped at the viewport of the bridge, watching the planet, feeling the enlighten Rakata people who inhabited it, a once great people who had all but lost their vigor for death and conquering. A people who once held a empire with the title of infinite, never ending. As it was, everything was finite, and would eventually end. The people held some connection to the force, the accursed connection that giveth and taketh with unknown powers and finite knowledge. Many of thousands of years had pass since the old order who first brought to mind the Force, and nothing new had become of it. The knowledge was the same, the conflicts the same, everything was the same. The galaxy had become stagnant, infirtile of evolution and change. Sith, Jedi, Republic, Imperial, still the exact same as history had taught them to be in the past.

The man felt sick thinking of this, and yet it consumed him, become him. He had left everything behind, allowed the Force to grapple his soul, twist and churn it how it wished, and to what effect was the end result? He was numb to his once humble beginnings, his responsibilities, and had become removed from the galaxy around him. His goal, simple and yet tedious, was ready as it ever could to begin it's tread down this dark and lonesome road. Those who did not see his way, or the very least the need for this to happen, were tainted, callous to change and content never changing and become more. In the end, this man too would need to be removed from the galaxy, while no longer stagnant, unchanging, he become only a tool, and a tool's purpose was finite. The cycle, the never ending galaxy of putrid stillness need stirring, and remarkably cleansed of it's forever sloth like nature. The fires would purge the venom, the pyres would release the souls to a place ready for stillness and peace.

"Lord Sin, the cannons are nearly ready, and no signs of a unwanted audience."
An officer spoke, jarring the man from his thoughts.

"Continue sweeps, send a squadron to the farthest edges of the system for senor checks. Have a jump ready should we need it." The man replied, the officer bowed and was gearing to move, but the masked one stopped him. "And Officer Farminos, they are tool, we leave with our without them if we need to."

"Y-yes my lord."

 

[The Red of Sinner]

Second passed on like hours, the moment taking it's time to move forward as the man without any logical reasoning left stood at the viewpoint. What drove the man to allow himself to be twisted, and churned to such a mindset? It was unsure of why the man had tumbled down such a rabbit's hole of insanity, but he begun the path and he would see it through. The bridge was quiet as those who managed monitors, commands, and various other jobs worked to finish their tasks. But the quietness of the room only drove him to more insanity, it was like every small press of a buttom, or simple movement burst with tremendous volume.

"M-my lord, the cannons are now ready to fire." The officer from before returned, the concept of fear well driven home into his attitude.

The lord of nothing stood before the viewpoint, raising his arm slowly. Makatak moved with almost no appearance of actual orbit, but he knew it was. With what appeared even with slower movement, his arm moved forward. The command was given, and the officer relayed this to those with the trigger. Another few seconds felt like hours again, but then was cut short with the roaring sound of cannon fire. Five red rods of plasma shot from underneath the ship, hurling towards Makatak. They smashed against the surface of the planet, not causing much visible effect from their place in space. Another volley, and then another came. More and more continued to be shot at the surface of Makatak. Now, black clouds and red fires could be made out with the naked eye as the volleys continued to pummel the planet. From the Force, the man could feel the agony as many, and many Rakata perished. Hundreds after another that were once there were simply absent. There were more than just Rakata, various other aliens and humans resided on the planet, and they too felt the purge of cannon fire. This feeling of mass death echoed in the Force, constricting, and squeezing within that terrible connection many shared. Even within himself, he could feel it empowering him, but it was nothing he was nor proud or ashamed of. It was simply something that had to be done.

"Seize fire officer, prepare shuttles to visit the surface. We will deal with the stragglers ourselves."

 

[Lyra Thrace]

Ooh...this is so exiting. I haven't had this much excitement since that thing on Dathomir. So many dead witches. Lyra stood on the cramped bridge of the modified breaching pod. Around her there were other like minded broskies....or just so dudes there were paid a lot of money. This would be it, her big score. She quickly pulled out the deck of cards with all the faces of those filthy force users. Flipping through them she finally came upon the one with The Red of Sinner . She tossed the others over her shoulder as she held the card high up and danced around with glee.

"Ima gonna have so much fun with you. First I'm gonna take your mask and carve your face off with it. You'll look like such a pretty boy...yes you will. Then I will nail you to the outside of your ship and send it plumpeting into the planet. It's gonna be a party. Right boys?"

Lyra stopped her spinning to look at the others over her shoulder. They were far to grim for her taste. Whatever. Instead she turned back to marveling at the ship they'd slapped together for this job. All it took to find them was greasing the right palms and setting up a few passive sensors. Between those and the cheap hyperdrive they'd attached to the pod they had all the makings for a spectacular enterance. All they had to do was be dropped by a ship a light year away, pick up the telemetry from the sensors and make a very dangerous put to within a few hundred meters of the ship.

When the warning sound it was all Lyra could do to stop herself from jumping around in her excitement. When the stars returned to normal and the ship quickly filled the screen the crazy girl let out a shout, "THATS WHAT I'M TALKIN BOUT. LETS PENETRATE THIS BEEEAAATCH!"

The impact nearly threw Lyra off her feet as the long knife like prongs of the breaching pod cut through the hull of the ship, sealing the hole up before the four parts expanded to widen the hole and allow raiders to disembark. Lyra quickly slid down the ladder grabbing for her newly purchased weapons, loading them with HE rounds. She couldn't forget about some boom-booms either. Pulling the her mask over her face Lyra's long ears twitching in excitement. "LETS ROCK THIS JOINT!"

 

[The Red of Sinner]

He had continued to watch from the viewport, the surface area that had become molten slag echoed with images of the future, this was the cleansing the galaxy needed. A washing of fire and plasma.

"My lord! A ship was picked up by the fighters, but it quickly left!" An officer announced.

The man turned from his viewport, calmly, but disturbed that not a single shot had not even been fired. Attempts were better than utter failure. Any kind of action would have been better than simply acknowledging there had been something. Either way, the man was certain the message of what happened here was received and would carry across the galaxy.

Moments later alarms blared as a loud cracking sound traveled to the bridge of the destroyer.

"Our hulls been breached, my lord! Mercenaries are aboard!"

So this was how it begun? Not with empires or republic retaliation, but common underground thugs looking for money. Probably the more evolved of the many groups in the galaxy, but still just as close to stagnant as the rest.

"Call for a frigate to jump to us, have a squad ready at my pod. We will entertain these hunters, and make sure they have a story to tell. Keep your stations, send the shuttles to the key locations. This cleansing must continue." The man spoke as he strode to the exit of the bridge.

There was small hints of passion, and then calmness, a mixed flow of light and dark within the man in the mask. A sort of balance that was both beautiful and insanity mixed in perfect sync.

Lyra Thrace

 

[Stardust Solus Skirae]

Grave news had reached her ears, a old friend of hers had snapped, she could feel it through hyperspace on her way too makatak. Deaths upon deaths upon deaths screamed out within the force, they pained stardust as her fighter, the thunder star, left the blue streaking lines behind right into the darkness of space and what laid before

She knew what had to be done, it pained her, tore her apart more then she thought it would but her resolve was steady. Romeo had to be laid to rest no! This was no longer romeo merely a husk that masqueraded as him sullying his name! Setting her s foils for attack position she zoomed and rocketed towards the massive ships before her, focusing on the signature the waves within the force as she took a depe breath and checked all her weapons one final times before she set her course directly for the ship he was upon

 

[The Red of Sinner]

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