Ore on Alderaan

[Lord Ajihad]

Vi'kas took a step off of the transport shuttle, and was immediately captivated by Alderaan's picturesque beauty. Everything on the utopian planet looked like something from a storybook, except for the wanton destruction caused by the Sith invasion, of course. He sighed, wondering why the Sith had to be such... idiots at times. He himself was a Sith, but saw no need for such carelessness. Shaking himself from his thoughts, he got to work. Not that this planet mattered for anything but resources, anyways.

He signaled to the Twi'lek workers he had hired to get their mining supplies ready. No, hired wasn't the word for it. More like... threatened. He had walked into their village, and told them to work for him, or else he would kill their families. He smiled to himself. Being a Sith was rewarding.

The Twi'lek leader came up to him, saying, "We are ready to begin excavating the site, My Lord."


"Well, what are you waiting for," he said, "Get to work!" He smiled in satisfaction as the workers begin to mine for his precious Phrik.

 

[Lord Ajihad]

The mining was monotonous, he decided to himself. Death by Sarlaac would be as quick as a lightning flash in comparison to this. He sat up on a rock high above the ground, scrolling through the bounty board and hoping for a job to earn some creds, and overlooking the miners. You had to give it to them, the Twi'lek had great work ethic, if nothing else. They picked at the rock with all the aggression of a rancor. "They probably fear for the lives of their families, as they should," he said to himself.

He was scrolling through a particularly interesting bounty on Dantooine, when he heard blaster fire erupt below. He saw a number of Republic troopers firing on his men. He cursed out loud, this could mean an invasion of Alderaan, and Sith protocol called for him to investigate. He pulled out his vibrosword and lept behind the rock formation to his left, hoping to catch the enemy by surprise. He grinned to himself. "I could use some practice with a few training dummies," he said as he quietly crept behind the enemy lines, and prepared to smite down his enemies.

 

[Lord Ajihad]

Vi'kas Mirtis surveyed the situation before him. There was a squad of 12 Republic troopers shooting on his miners. The very thought of this angered him, but he kept his emotions in check until the time was right. Soon enough, he thought to himself, soon enough.

The remaining workers had managed to find cover behind a boulder outcropping across the clearing. Both he and the troopers both knew that their shelter would not protect them for long. That is, unless he intervened, which he fully intended on doing. The troopers had only managed to kill two miners, and injure three. That left a good ten healthy Twi'lek to do his bidding, which was plenty enough. Though, if he waited much longer, he may have to mine the precious ore himself, which he had absolutely no intention on doing. He was a Sith, and slave's work was well beneath him.

He waved his hand, and a few pebbles dislodged themselves from the escarpment on the opposite side of the clearing. He cursed to himself, and swore that he would have to train harder in his force abilities. Nevertheless, it got the troopers' attention. They turned themselves in the opposite direction of him, a decision they would soon come to regret.

 

[Lord Ajihad]

Vibroblade in hand, he quickly crept towards his enemies. It was amusing, really. Their lives were in his hands, and they did not even know it. He almost laughed at the thought, but didn't, for fear of destroying his element of surprise. Another one of his miners died, and he quickened his pace. Less than ten feet away from his nearest target, he could not help but grin at the prospect of what was about to take place. Right as he was about to strike at his first foe, he thought, Let the games begin.

He managed to strike the first three troopers without a sound. Unfortunately, the fourth man managed to let loose a quick scream before Vi'kas ran him through with his vibroblade. His comrades turned around, and began to fire. He hacked and slashed through their ranks with astonishing speed, killing them before they could try and avoid the death blows he dealt. He channeled his emotions, and they gave him the ability to cut down the rest of his enemies. Soon the only trooper left was a battle-scarred veteran, who wordlessly drew his own vibrosword. They stared each other in the eyes, and charged to meet each other in this small battlefield, where only one would live.

 

[Lord Ajihad]

Vi'kas watched as he and his opponent rapidly closed in on one another. "Clumsy, like a raging bull," he muttered. Suddenly, an idea struck him. He used telekinesis raise a medium-sized rock his opponent was about to step on. As the remaining trooper stepped on the slightly levitating rock, Vi'kas raised it a little more, until his opponent was nearly six feet off the ground. Then, when the rock was at its climax, he pulled the rock out from under the Republic trooper, and he crashed to the ground. Unfortunately, the man managed to get up, obviously shocked by his little fall. Before he could fully recover, the aspiring Sith apprentice leapt at him, blade screaming towards his neck...

The trooper barely managed to lift his own blade before the would-be death blow struck. He grunted from the force of the blow, but stood his ground. All the more fun, thought Vi'kas, as he swung his blade again. For minutes on end, they were engaged in a deadly blade dance, but it soon became apparent that the young Sith was the superior combatant. Finally, he feinted to his opponent's left side, but turned around and cut off his right hand, blade and all. As the man kneeled on the ground cradling his right arm, Vi'kas asked him, "Why are you here, and are there others?"

Through gritted teeth, the worn-down soldier said through gritted teeth, "I'll never tell you anything, Sith scum. You tear down everything the Republic has ever worked for, and for that, I hate you."

Vi'kas sighed, if only the man had some sense about him, he could have chosen a much easier, less painful path. "Very well, then," he said, "your pride shall be your undoing." And with those words, the man's fate was sealed.

 

[Lord Ajihad]

Vi'kas stood over his opponent, preparing to invade his mind. The ability was priceless, as it was practically a key to troves of valuable information. It was also a dangerous art. A good counter-attack had quickened the demise of many a Sith. This was a delicate process, as one's mind was their last protection from the outside world. Some races even considered what he was about to do as sacrilege. But then again, if the galaxy was ruled by those primitive species, we would all be living in dank caves, he thought to himself. The man before him had graying hair, and a long scar down his face, which had blinded his right eye. This man is obviously a veteran fighter, he thought. In a way, it was messed up that someone like him could beat such a wizened soldier, just because of the force within him. Now is not the time for these thoughts, he chided himself, there is work to be done.

He shot into his enemy's mind, who obviously has no way of defending himself. He began sifting through his memories and thoughts. Battles won, battles lost. Friends made, friends lost. He saw the man's children. A girl named Sofia, and a boy named Jonathan, neither of which he had seen in years. He began to realize this was a good man, a man of honor. If only men like him ruled the galaxy, there would truly be peace, he thought. The last bit of information was that he and his squad had been stranded here after the hostile invasion of Alderaan, and had been stranded here ever since. He pulled out of the man's head with a heavy heart, but quickly cleared it of all remorse, as he knew what had to be done.

 

[Lord Ajihad]

Before he had a chance to say anything, the kneeling trooper said, "Look, I'm not an idiot. We both know how this has to end, whether I like it or not. Just... try to let my family know that I died. I don't want them to worry about me any more. They live on Prakith. I'm not particular about how you do it, just let them know." He then put his head down, and waited for the inevitable. Vi'kas impaled the man through the heart, the closest thing he could give the man to a warrior's death. He then looked around the clearing, and saw the Twi'lek workers standing there and gaping at him.

"Well, stop standing there and get mining, save the wounded for later," he shouted. They murmured a quiet reply, and set off for their posts once again. He set off to find the a quiet place to contact the Imperial Public Relations Service, and ask them to inform the man's family of his demise.

 

[Lord Ajihad]

(5 hours later)

Vi'kas stepped back into the clearing, after a long, frustrating talk with the Imperial Public Relations Services. Major Prajuun, the especially annoying commander of this department, had fought tooth and nail to weasel his way out of doing this particular mission. It eventually had gotten to the point where the young Sith had to intervene by threatening to place a bounty on his head if he did not obey. That shut him up pretty quickly, he mused, i'll have to take care of him later. He looked over at the dig site, fully expecting the project to be finished. Instead, he saw the miners sitting in a small group, laughing and drinking some sort of clear liquid. Amplifying his voice with the force, he boomed, "What are you doing? Get back to work!"

All of Twi'lek froze with fear, and then scrambled to get back to work. All of them, that is, except for one. This man was clearly drunk, as he stumbled to his feet, then said, "Why should we work for you, eh? You treat us like pigs, and threatened to harm our families. I demand to be escorted home... immediately! Yeah, that's right, get moving Sith. You're bringing me home!" The other Twi'lek were horrified by this, and refused to even look at him. Rage grew within Vi'kas, and he clenched his fists...

 

[Lord Ajihad]

And said in a pleasant voice, "Very well, then. Please come this way, sir." He spat out the last word with disgust, as one would if tasting bad food. Looking surprised, the heretic half-swaggered half-stumbled his way towards the transport ship. Then when he had nearly made it to the ship, Vi'kas lashed out his hand, pulling the drunk Twi'lek towards him with telekinesis. As the man sped towards him, the aspiring Sith stuck out his vibroblade. When the worker finished his short journey to Vi'kas, he was ran through with the business end of the vibroblade. As the life drained from his eyes, he realized the mistake he had made, and what it had cost him.

Vi'kas angrily let the limp body fall to the ground with a dull *thump.* As he cleaned off the blade on a rag he found nearby, he yet again felt eyes upon him. Looking up, he saw that the of the miners were not on him, but on the corpse of their dead friend. The friend that just moments ago had been sharing a drink with them. A friend that only moments ago, had been breathing the same air as them. A friend whose life had just been extinguished. Knowing they wished to mourn him, he said, "Five minutes, that's it. Then, back to work."

 

[Lord Ajihad]

He was sitting on the steps to the transport shuttle when it happened. A young worker ran up to him. "We have found the Phrik, My Lord!" At this, Vi'kas could not contain his excitement. All of his waiting had finally paid off, the payload had been reached. He used his force speed to rocket back to the clearing, where he saw the miners gathered around the entrance to the dig site. He was mildly annoyed that they were not mining, but was currently too happy to kill anyone. He shouted, "Well, go on then. After this, you boys will being going home!" The men cheered, and began vigorously picking away at the rock surrounding this most precious metal.

Soon, the ore had been excavated. This was a rather large vein, and had supplied a lot of Phrik. Enough to cover a good amount of armor. As they loaded the last of the ore onto the ship, he took a deep breath, and once again observed to beauty of Alderaan. This was his second time on the planet, as he had once trained with the House Rist assassins. With that thought, he entered the ship, and exited Alderaan.

RP Over, Objective Completed​