Silence Those Beasts

[Logan Falkov]

"Down with the Sith!"

They shouted. They were yelling all around the place.

"Destroy the beasts of war!"

Logan didn't understand what was going on. He had just come to the planet to have a concert there, but only after arrival, he'd been told the concert would not take place because an uprising was happening. Now would he have wanted to sing while such a thing was all around him.

But he had no idea why they were having the rebellion.

"Leave us alone!"

It was, truth to be told, the first time Logan had ever seen anything like that. All the time when these things happened, he was busy doing something else or was on a completely different planet.

It was a fun thing to watch, he guessed.

"THEY'RE HERE!" one of the rebels shouted hysterically. It was clear they had not even thought about actual Sith showing up there.

He guessed they had come to shut the uprising down. Which put himself into danger as well.

[ [member="Vrag"] ]

 

[Vrag]

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"THEY'RE HERE!"


Ah, always so blatantly stating the obvious. As if the swarms of matte black needed an introduction, as if the gravity of their presence wasn't enough in and of itself.

Silly, silly rebels.

The dropships would blot out the sun for a few moments as they landed, surrounding the anti-Sith rally in the main square of the capital of a planet whose name she'd already forgotten. Breezing between one engagement and the next, Vrag was a busy person indeed, her curriculum bursting with activity.

Quell a rebellion, raze a world, lunch with the Dark Lord, duel a Jedi, vongform with [member="Reverance"], Strip Sabacc with the guys, take [member="Darth Carach"] home. Busy, busy, busy.

The firrerreo stifled a yawn as she emerged from one of the shuttles in the back row, preferring to keep her arrival a secret for a few seconds longer and enjoy the beautiful panorama only sedition could ever paint. By now, the Hand of the Dark Lord had truly become an expert on the genre, and if she ever retired, she could probably make a living by writing columns on the quality of rebellion and its many variations.

A dream for another day, perhaps; right now, Vrag had work to do.

Her forces would slowly encompass the whole square, tight and disciplined ranks closing in on the disorganized rabble. Even from afar, she could already see all the telltale signs; the stink of fear heavy in the air, that disctinct expression of profound remorse etched on their faces, as if they were frozen in the moment of realizing just how badly they had karked up.

On the bright side, they weren't going to be alive long enough to ever truly regret it. silver lining, amrite?

As the shouting died down in the face of the encroaching mass of well-trained murderers, Vrag finally wove her way through her ranks, half a head taller than most, the horns of her helmet twitching at the prospect of bloodshed on the horizon.

Another step, and then the Hand of the Dark Lord stopped, right on the demarcation that separated the upstarts from their death.

"You rang?"


[member="Logan Falkov"]

 

[Logan Falkov]

The Sith were really there? Logan was practically on the site the uprising was happening and there was, logically thinking, no way he could have survived this madness. What if they were going to shamelessly kill every person at the place? What if they would have not asked anybody if they were just wandering there or taking part of the rebellion?

Logan looked around and tried to figure out what to do. People were all going crazy inside -- he felt how they were worried about what the Sith were going to do to them. Their death was nearly inevitable. Unless they could do something about it.

Not a single person dared to talk anymore. They were shut down so easily. The rebels of the former Galactic Empire would have never given up like that. They would have fought until the Republic was restored. These people, however, did not really have the confidence to stand against the cruel government.

And then a thought sparked in his head. What if he was going to say he was actually a true supporter of the Sith? He was still not sure if he'd join their Order or not, but he was definitely not lying. He hadn't figured out whether he wanted to be aligned with the dark side or go the path of the light.

He continued to sit, his heart racing, but his brain forming an idea of what to do if they were going to come to kill him.

[ [member="Vrag"] ]