Location: [SIZE=11pt]Imperial palace[/SIZE]
Allies: One Sith, [SIZE=11pt][member="Aeon Caedus"] , [member="Drex Skyreaper"] , [member="Sero Valrel"][/SIZE]
Enemies: The bad guys, [SIZE=11pt]such as [member="Yusan Fenn"] and [member="Knight"][/SIZE]
Returning to Coruscant from the victorious liberation of Alderaan, the Mon Cal had yet to wait to celebrate the latest victory and Darth Banshee’s promotion. Despite originally planning to invite the young woman and taste the famous Echani wine, the forces of chaos have attacked Coruscant while many of its defenders were away, the One Sith naturally had to kick the invaders out and restore peace and order on their planet! Lately, it seemed all sides had their mouths full of empty phrases filled with freedom, speeches everyone’s heard hundreds of times, yet only the One Sith seemed to realize the citizens have had enough of broken promises. If their people wanted more work, the Sith gave it to them. They wanted security, and the Sith granted them the wish.
Darth Veles knelt on a cold metal floor of a small ship transporting some of the One Sith forces to Coruscant. The long meditation served him well, returning all strength to his body and giving him the energy needed in order to masterfully hide his presence in the Force. Not that he needed to replenish that much energy to begin with; his actions of Alderaan were hardly tiring and he had not actually killed a single person, preferring to move behind enemy lines undetected.
Not bothered by anything, his mind ignoring the chatter among the troops in the small transport ship, Veles’ eyes stayed shut as the power of the Dark Side engulfed his body. The sensation was an addictive one and Veles knew all too well he had to resist the temptation to take more than his body could handle to avoid becoming like an old friend of his.
“We’re about to enter the atmosphere,” said the pilot’s voice over the intercom, prompting Veles to open his eyes for a second. The large orange orbs glanced around, looking at the soldiers before closing again. The old Imperial armor he wore and which also protected his large head with a helmet showed some marks of battle, but not quite as much as one might expect. After all, until Empress Teta, Veles preferred not to wear any armor at all, the small defence against particularly nasty weapons was not worth the extra kilograms in his opinion.
He could feel it in his stomach as the ship descended towards the planet and quickly broke the meditation, getting on his feet and securing himself in a seat. Landings could be harsh.
The young Sith’s mind raced, thinking of the battle ahead. Were the soldiers around him live through it to the end? And what about the enemies? This will be the first time for him to face the Protectorate and he did not have much of an idea what to expect. What he definitely wanted was to capture a few enemy soldiers, only to crucify them to show the one who have just declared war on the One Sith that the decision to help the corrupt Republic was a bad one.
Veles did not hear the commander giving orders to his men, as he focused on bending light and sound in addition to his already masked Force presence. Doing so would be incredibly hard for someone not very familiar with the powers, but the task was quite ordinary for the Mon Calamari who had done so hundreds, if not thousands of times before. Bend all sound waves around himself, ensure his lightsabers would produce no hiss as well before doing a similar thing with light, almost playing with it to hide his form and disappear. He could only imagine what the soldiers thought when the Sith Master sitting among them suddenly vanished. That was the least of their worries though, as the sudden flicker of light in the ship let everyone know they were about to touch the ground.
The transport finally landed, not very gently as the loud thud could be heard and the impact shook with everyone inside, but at least they no longer risked being shot down. The door opened and the small group of soldiers poured out, finding cover and securing their position. Twin lightsaber hilts flew into the amphibian's hand as he left the ship as well and ignited his weapons, the plasma blades that could not be seen or heard.
The location of the landing was the great architectural miracle, the Imperial palace. Reports indicated numerous hostiles inside the building, leaving the Sith no choice but to enter its grand halls... and hopefully not get completely lost by admiring the architecture. The group of twelve soldiers quickly made their way inside, leaving the invisible Mon Calamari alone until he followed their example and disappeared in the building he admired so much, not even noticing the roar of the shuttle behind him as it ascended towards the sky and went to pick reinforcements.
Initially looking at the backs of the Sith soldiers, the Mon Calamari Master eventually broke into a sprint and lost them all several chambers back. Hopefully all civilians working inside were somewhere safe... but Veles knew all too well what those self-proclaimed freedom fighters tended to do with anyone working with the Sith. The thought fueled him, determined not to let those responsible for disturbing peace and order on Coruscant to go unpunished.
It was not long before Veles reached the place where the small skirmish happened. Almost bumping into the people, actually, as he could not hear the clash of battle. He remained standing there, glaring at the scene and not advancing any further into the chamber among the combatants. Swiveling his eyes rapidly, he quickly tried to analyze the situation, see the foes and friends. In that moment, he wished to have stayed with the soldiers, but those would make their way in here as well sooner or later...
He had to act. Two soldiers were down, there appeared to be some monstrosity on the floor, and a fellow Sith fighting a Force using enemy. Originally, the Mon Calamari intended to use the moment of Yusann being sabelocked with the Sith, which would give Veles a perfect opportunity to perform a masterful backstab. He could only imagine how Fenn's face would have looked like if it succeeded... Caedus' grenade causedthe amphibian to change his mind though, not risking to get close to that thing. Instead of joining the battle directly, the Sith Master wrapped his telekinetic grip around the soldiers and swiftly moved them out of the scene, out of their opponents' range. So far it appeared as Caedus was the one responsible for this, as Veles remained hidden, his mind fullyfocused on the task. Life signs could still be sensed from both of the soldiers, but perhaps they could use something to get rid of the pain...
In that moment, Drex and Sero witnessed a miracle; a medpac appearing out of nowhere, falling towards them, landing in Sero's lap. What could have caused this? Was it the good will of the Force? Or a blessing of the Dark Side smiling upon the servants of the Sith? An invisible Mon Calamari standing few meters behind them?
OOC: This post happens after the posts that followed... Had to edit, sorry for any inconvenience!
