Metellos. Giant hole in the ground. Sith. Hellmouth. Ritual.
Wonderful.
If Dominik was the one to smoke, this would be the moment he'd pulled a cigar from his mouth and stomp on it in frustration. It wasn't frustration that the Sith were once again up to something, they always were. Dominik knew
a lot about the force for someone who couldn't use it, and it wasn't that they were doing some advanced deathy hell ritual that he didn't understand. It was that when presented with a literal bulls-eye target on the surface of the planet the GA didn't just take a decommissioned Star Destroyer, point it downwards at the planet, line it up, and set the engines to full. A whole starship crashes down to plug up the hole and fill their ritual with durasteel and fire. Wouldn't
that accomplish what all these troops and Jedi were rushing in to do? No way they could stop the ship, even with all of them using the force. They had a ritual to complete, they wouldn't be looking straight up. How many would die because some higher-up didn't think in all three dimensions and saw the number of soldiers they had as their only resource? Dominik looked up from where he just got dropped off at the waging battles above. It wouldn't be too late for some ship to crash down, really. If he could get back on a ship, how long would it take for him to get into orbit, board an enemy ship, take over the bridge and point it down? Probably too long. And he'd be breaking a whole holobook of laws to do it. But it'd
work, wouldn't it?
Dominik sighed within his custom Beskar armor. It had seen him through literal years of use, before just anyone in the galaxy seemed to be able to get their hands on the stuff. Mandalorian fingers were greased, it seemed. But he relented at why the GA probably didn't just fill the hole with bombs and steel. It was all the slaves the Maw had down there. Wouldn't be right to consign their deaths, even if it would save so, so many more. At least that was
somewhat noble of
IVI
and the Chancellor. That is if they had even thought of something similar to Dominik's thoughts at all.
And then to top off the frustration were the orders to, yet again, take Sith and Acolytes
alive. He didn't know if M just wanted him and Task Force Y dead or trusted in their abilities too much. And now going into the Hellmouth, to arrest them? Had to be joking. Wasn't much to do about it but soldier on, he supposed.
He rolled his shoulders and began moving. He wasn't assigned with anybody, just given orders and pushed out the door to go stop the next terrible thing.
'Go Save the World Again!' Right. At least he had time to grab his gear for all of this.
His Amulet of Many would hide him from the Force. He wasn't Force Sensitive and didn't make that much of a splash compared to Jedi and Sith when he got close, but with this on plus the techniques he was taught by the Sith themselves to keep his emotions hidden in the Force, he would be less than a ghost. His armor would protect him from their sabers and blows from the Force. He held his usual DC-17m, its components strapped around his armor. He didn't have his normal heavy blaster sidearm. He suspected to be fighting lots of sabers so on his thigh he instead wore his MagPistol. Fired magnetic rounds like a railgun. Expensive, but so worth the dead Sith. And to top it off he had over his back his Scattergun MagRifle. FDS made some beauties. But for now, the DC-17m with its blaster rifle, grenade launcher, and the scope to help see far targets would be needed. If all else failed a Vibroknife was sheathed on his lower back. He would have rather had Ebony, his alchemized sword, but he was already carrying a lot of weight. He needed to be fast to fight force users, and his
Cybernetic Eye could only do so much to help him react.
He just hoped going down this hell hole, he didn't actually wind up in hell.
