Darth Imperius
Pietro Demici
The salvo of blaster fire would erupt at the entrance of the blown blast door through the old artillery positions. Walking along the hallways from inside, he strode behind the barrier line as a few soldiers from afar screamed. A body flew over the barricade with Echo merely staring down at the victim before stepping over his body to continue his stroll, noting with the second volley of lancer shots as a Sith Acolyte attempted to deflect it, only for it to get blown up into a few chunk like pieces. Raising a brow under his helmet, he proceeded towards an almost completely destroyed room of rubble, leading to the ammo storage chamber for the artillery platform. Raising his left hand, the stones in the room vibrated with extreme force and then were crushed into pebbles, reducing most of the blockage into tall bits of destroyed concrete and rock.
Turning around a small bend into a room with little light peering inside, he would stop and look down at the crates of ammunition but most importantly, he brushed dust off a particular container. A container, containing a prototypical weapon that had been delivered to very few people over the years. Patting the top of the large crate, he used the Force to levitate the large object and slowly proceed back down the hallway, turning back as several Acolytes would jump over the barricade into their most certain death to the Ashlan forces. There was a small sickening grin underneath the mask for everything he has planned, was going better than even himself, expected.
Stopping near the larger hanger area, he would lower the box and let the technicians nearby start to unload the box in question, pulling out a rather large missile. Carrying it onto the shoulders, they started to move it towards one of the long missile tubes inside the structure with communications starting to scream into peoples ears, the intercomn themselves that they were close to entering the ruins. The armored male himself, was not worried for he was the salvation. For all the talk of Ashla, they should have known for Bogan to slowly come back from the dead. As the missile in particular was being loaded into a derelict of an aging hover tank of the Sith Empire, the armored males voice would slowly ring out in a Force Bellow, bringing his voice to the outside, bellowing forth to a third of their army.
"For far to long, those speaking of the Light have suppressed and killed towards our way of life. The falsehoods of Ashla, the Jedi themselves have been made all to prevalent throughout! Through the Crusades of Pius Dea, to the lies from the Old Republic to even the rise of the Ashlan Crusade! Those that are considered of the Light that press their ways, are no better than the evils they now represent. They call us Sith, the listeners of the Dark Side, to the one named...Bogan. Perhaps we are filled with what is called Bogan...but if we are filled with it, then we shall represent in only a way that would impress this...deity Bogan himself.
"With giving an Echo of our Power."
With his left hand raising up, then slashing back down, the missile that was now loaded would dummy fire out of its launching tube. Passing by Echo, he gripped with his left hand towards the missile as it was being controlled by his own will. Flying over the barricades and through the growing bodies of the supposed Sith and foolish soldiers of the former Sith Empire, the missile would have gone past the blast doors before slamming downwards close to the first line of soldiers from the Ashlan Crusade. What the missile was, was something only a mad man would have produced, the Seismic Missile.
However close the missile truly got to that point, would remain up to those close enough to view as it escaped through the blast doors at the least, but once it landed or was shot, it detonated. Creating a mass of pulsating blue orb energy as it expanded outwards to consume whatever nitrogen and oxygen was in the air, along with those of organic bodies before pulling itself inwards rather quickly into a long blue disc. It would then explode with force of a thousand thermal detonators going off all at once, shoving forth to those encapsulating nearby, a blinding blue and white ring of energy of explosive and plasma energy, disintegrating those in its path. However the ring decided to form, it would fly upwards concrete, dirt and debris all over the battlefield for over a mile. The blast doors before them would be sheered completely open into a much larger hole like structure with the concrete and debris starting to fill in the entire section.
On the other side, many would panic and start to run deeper into the ruins large complex as they prepared for their evacuation plans set forth from Echos plan. All the while, Echo stared out towards the army he hopefully had stopped in its tracks for a short period of time. All the while, parts of the entrance from the Blast Door entrance would start to fly around him, wind and large amounts of debris would pass by him as the entire section shook from its foundation. Parts of the ruins would fall into place while he kept staring out towards the army itself, far from his current position at the back of the line, as if peering into the souls of those far away to test their mantle.
Turning on his heels, Echo would walk back into the long winding hallway of the ruins as debris fell right where the male stood and started to blockade the entire entrance. Going down a small flight of stairs, little did he know his plan would have a small chink in design. As much as the ruins would be made to be their protection, the seismic missile would also have opened up another avenue of entry close to where the remaining Sith would soon make their escape, right down the same staircase they came from. While the hallways were numerous and hard to navigate, with time, they may perhaps have the drop on their foes.
