The Wrath of a Sith

[Darth Ronan]

The Sith was very familiar with..Korrus. He might've hated Galactic Empire but he still had business to do there. The Sith's ship slowly entered orbit, Ronan slowly suppressed a sigh from his body, he was to retrieve a certain item from a temple on Korrus, He had been tasked to do this by other fellow sith, The only reason he took up the job was to get some action, As Ronan moved, his lightsaber's swayed at his waist, He slowly went to the cockpit sitting down next to the wheel. Ronan started to enter the planet's orbit, as he went down he saw the many sights of Korrus , Ronan wasn't really known on Korrus but his Reputation in the galaxy prevailed to him.

Ronan tended to stay away from Korrus so he didn't kill alot of the Galactic Empire Troopers that inhabited the planet. Ronan personally had a bad memory with this planet In his own mind, they should all die, die a painful and slow death- but hey, That was Ronan, other people had opinions. The Sith's ship slowly came into the Planet's hanger touching the floor, he put it into a hover mode or state and went to have the leg's go down, once both were done he would return to the cock pit and land the ship.

The sith opened the Ramp, it unsealing with a white vapor coming from inside, he slowly walked down, his footstep's slightly vibrating the floor as he went. He was stopped by two Galactic Guard's, they checked his ID and such, Ronan was glad he had hid his saber's before coming to Korrus, Any Jedi, Or sith that didn't were imbeciles. Ronan continued once more before another Galactic Trooper approached him, Ronan was growing tired of this nonsense, The Trooper was jerked and thrown onto the wall by the force, Ronan didn't even have to raise his hand nor tune into the force with it, That's how talented and gifted he was with the force.

Ronan continued past the current checkpoint's, Ronan checked his surrounding's and equipment to make sure he had everything on him, The Sith put his lightsaber's back up his sleeves, If anyone were to see them on his waist, they would most probably take them, Though he also had some Jedi Lightsaber's inside his robes and some other item's from various leaders. Ronan slowly used the force to feed off of the darkside that surrounded the temple that he was suppose to go to. Ronan grinned something that was rare in a life time, Ronan began to make his way to the temple seeing a Smuggler rocketing to where he was suppose to go.

Ronan slowly started to walk to the location of the place he was suppose to go.

[member="Krieg Merriden"]

 

[Asher Malvern]

"The Empire does not stand for inefficiency Captain...and your operation stinks of it." The metallic overlay of Krieg's forceful voice echoed through the halls of Korrus' Garrison. His hand was wrapped around the throat of an Imperial officer, pressing him into one of the pristine walls. The solider, a fat, lazy commander by the name of Oredan had allowed the garrison on Korrus to fall into a state of mediocrity. The result was a visit from the Imperial Inquisition, more specifically Inquisitor Krieg Merriden.

"I......Didn't......know....my.....actions had.....displeased....the...E-" The man attempted to speak his defense yet the cybernetic fingers on Krieg's hand tightened, cutting his already low oxygen supply to nothing. "The Emperor does not want excuses Captain, he wants results. You have provided none in your time here."

After a few more moments Krieg released the man from his iron grip, watching as he fell to the ground before him. Clasping his hands behind his back, one hand wrapped around his fist, he turned to the rest of the staff officer's who were gathered in the hall. The man had been lined down the wall as if a class of students, awaiting instruction. Today Krieg would be their instructor.

"Captain Oredan has proved himself incompetent in the seat of command. Because of this his position is now forfeit. Let that be a lesson to any who take up Command within the Empire." The man turned back towards the wheezing man, approaching him steadily. "And this...Let this be a lesson to any who thinks they can turn the Empire into some lax sorority." A soft click erupted from Krieg's right hand, his prosthetic finger acted as a switch for the bladed gauntlet that covered his forearm. He brought his fist towards the man's neck, as he did the blade in his gauntlet elongated and slid through the Captain's neck.

There was a violent wretch from the man before Krieg retracted the blade into it's host. His boot kicked the side of the man's body, pushing him into the wall before Krieg turned to the rest of the officers. "Until the Empire assigns a new Command structure you are under my supervision. Get back to work, now." The officer's took the dismissal as a blessing before rushing off to their assigned sectors.

*"Idioten." He muttered in his native tongue of Mirilian before glancing down at his hand. His non-cybernetic fingers were exceptionally sore, every time he moved his cybernetic ones they sent an unpleasant discomfort through his hand.

Krieg exhaled softly, trying to get his labored breathing under control. Luckily his helmet hid the sound from the outside, yet the man was still very much in recovery and because of that, pain.

"Inquisitor Krieg, sir." A voice called down the hall.

*"Ja?" He asked, turning his attention to a young Ensign making his way down the hall. The man carried a small datapad which he passed off to the Inquisitor before standing sharply at attention. "Sir. There was a report that came in from the spaceports security detail. It may be nothing but-." Krieg cut the man off, looking over the report with a curios eye. "In my experience it is always something, Ensign. Very well. Prepare my escort and get me a shuttle." He ordered, turning away from the man, his left arm still clasped behind his back.

"Yes sir. Right away." The man said, turning away from the Inquisitor.


*Mirilian
Idioten-Idiots.
Ja-Yes

[member="Ronan Xilo"]

 

[Darth Ronan]

The Sith slowly maneuvered his way through the crowd of people coming through Security Points, Ronan sighed, He only knew what was coming.

Soon someone would be getting a Security Report and they would notice something wrong, Ronan slowly used Force Concealment to hide his Powerful Dark Side Scent, Ronan made sure he kept his head down continuing to move through the crowd.

The Sith could almost feel something coming to him, Or coming to Korrus, He ignored the thought pushing it far back into his mind.


Ronan slowly folded his hand's inside his robes, A Sith on Korrus wasn't unusual, You could find a sith anywhere on Korrus if you looked hard enough.

The Boot's of the Sith would drag across the ground of Korrus, Ronan's rather tall and black-robed figure looked intimatding enough, If it wasn't, You haven't looked at his face yet.

Ronan could feel the dark item nearby, he smiled as he neared a shady merchant, he continued to walk up to the merchant stopping infront of him, "I think you know what I want.." Ronan said in a cold robotic voice.

"Wha- What do you mean, I have nothing of your's I don't even know you!" The Merchant said nervously scratching at the back of his head avoiding eye contact with the Sith.

"Oh, You do know what I want, You know who I am...Does the name Ronan ring a bell.." Ronan said darkly looking at the Merchant with a wicked smile.

The Merchant shifted nervously, "I do not know what you mean..Well..I do..But- I'm- Not going to tell you anything" The Merchant said

"Oh you have a purpose here.." The Sith would say coldly almost taunting the Merchant.

The Merchant's face harden's as Ronan would say this, Ronan's eyes would glare at the merchant as he spoke.

"Perhaps you are protecting something. No protecting … someone." Ronan said coldly his eyes darting to the Merchant's face for any emotion.

The Merchant's face let emotion out almost as if he was scared, "No-No!" The Merchant yelled.

A force tightened around the Merchant throat lifting him up into the air with ease, Ronan was just standing there not needing to raise his hand or such.

"Oh- What a mistake you have made Merchant.." Ronan said

Ronan snarls as he activates one of his crimson blades, and quenches the thirst of his blade by slamming it into the Merchant chest.

The Merchant would squirm for a bit before hanging on the blade lifeless, Ronan would disignite his blade letting the Merchant fall to the floor.

"It has been done.." Ronan said looting the Merchant's body for a certain thing, He found it, A Datapad and the Dark item, where it would lead him to the one..

"You were a pawn in my game, You were mean't to be thrown to the side never to be used again." Ronan said as he started to walk away.


[member="Krieg Merriden"]

(OOC: Gotta go to bed see ya!)

 

[Asher Malvern]

Krieg stood aboard his shuttle with a quiet expression, staring down at the datapad that held the reports of this morning's arrivals. Most were standard entries that one would expect to see coming to the planet, however there were several that caught the Inquisitor's eye. He looked up from his datapad to the detail that had been assigned to his command. During his time at Kamino the Moff council had seen fit to assign the Inquisitor six special forces class soldiers, known as Death trooper's. The squad was a great asset to the Inquisitor, and served as the fingers to his hand of command.

When his shuttle landed on the pad outside of the check in station he looked up, watching as the metallic doors slid open to the man. His escort marched out of the transport, three of them lining up on either side of the door as they awaited their commander to dismount.

This, I can get used to. Krieg mused as he stepped out of the gunship. He turned to one of the soldier's his voice reaching out to the man. "Find me the in processing officer in charge of this morning's shift, as well as the security commander of the guard here." The black clad trooper let out a warbled transmission that Krieg's helmet translated promptly. "Yes, sir." Four of the trooper's set off to find the men Krieg looked for while two remained by his side.

He had to admit, the Death trooper's were prompt, only moments later two men were escorted to the Inquisitor's presence. One was dressed in the gar of a Stormtrooper Lieutenant, the other wore a civilian service uniform.

The stormtrooper stood at attention while the civilian cowered back from Krieg's menacing form. "This morning there were several individuals allowed access into Korrus that were of questionable intent. The Imperial Garrison was not alerted of this until less than an hour ago. Why?" He questioned. Neither of the men offered up a worthy response, though to the stormtrooper's credit he did have an excuse prepared. "They weren't identified as threats sir, so we....didn't see any reason to report them based on looks or a hunch." He reported.

The laziness of the Garrison flowed into the spaceport's security detail. Wonderful.

"M-my lord?" The civilian muttered.

"Inquisitor." Krieg corrected. "What is it?"

"Inquisitor, earlier this morning one of the Lieutenant's men...he was....thrown into a wall ...but not by anyone, he just sort of flew into it." He explained, his eyes never meeting the cybernetic optics that laid within Krieg's helmet.

"And this was not in the report, because?" He turned his attention back to the Lieutenant. The trooper attempted to take a step back, but was met with a firm hand from one of Krieg's Death trooper's. "I- Sir. The trooper who "claims" to have been thrown into a wall is a known drunk. I never take anything he says seriously, he's two more weeks from an official discharge."

The Inquisitor turned his attention back to the civilian. "Did you see this incident yourself?" The civilian nodded at Krieg's question.

"Did anyone else see this incident?" Again, he nodded. This time Krieg's cold stare as set upon the trooper for a lengthy moment. "Sergeant." Krieg said, looking to the leader of his Death trooper squad. "Gather the security detail, all of them, take the Lieutenant before them and shoot him in the head. Then have his body displayed in their barracks for no less than one week. We'll see if that shows them to follow proper procedure."

The trooper stepped forward, his voice turning desperate. "Sir, no! Please! I swear I won't do it ag-" Two of the Death Trooper's wrestled the man to the ground before dragging him off towards the security detail's main office.

"As for you." He pointed to the civilian. "The next time you notice an Imperial soldier blatantly disregard something of that magnitude, you are to inform the nearest garrison, am I understood?" He asked.

"Y-yes sir! I'm sorry sir!" He bowed his head in deference as he spoke.

"Very well....now....did you see anyone suspicious during that incident?" Krieg questioned, clasping his arms behind his back.

[member="Ronan Xilo"]

 

[Darth Ronan]

Ronan slowly moved along through the crowd not lifting up his head, he clutched at the Datapad with his long fingers. Ronan continued to move towards the Area, he passed the spaceport, His robes fluttering by the Spaceport.

The Sith slowly scowled, Why was Korrus so populated? Ronan had seen the security at the Spaceport since he had passed it, It wasn't looking pretty.


Ronan hopefully didn't have to get in another fight, It wasn't like he wanted to do one, He just thought they were boring since no one had his skill.

Ronan remembered his saber fight's from the past, a most recent one was against a Sith Juggernaut, which ended in a draw, Ronan wanted to kill that sith so bad..He remembered it vividly, His combination of the lightsaber form's made him almost like a killing machine.

The sith shook his head, He was better then that now, His job was try to get to the Temple on the vast side of Korrus, The Sith dropped Credit's into a Merchant's hand's, He was going to be borrowing a speeder.

"Ah, You are so Generous-" The Merchant said before Ronan cut him off.

"Say nothing of this to Galactic Troops." Ronan said coldly getting on the speeder and starting it up, It was fairly loud.

Ronan's hands curled around the speeder bikes accelerator, The Sith pushed it to a semi throttle going at a fast pace, When he was out of the city limit's he went full throttle.

Soon Ronan would be trying to get a Sith Holocron.

[member="Krieg Merriden"]

 

[Asher Malvern]

Krieg now believed without a shadow of a doubt there was a potentially hostile force user on the planet, and he had no intention of letting the man continue to run free. The civilian checking officer had directed the man to the market district, where he last saw a strikingly fearsome individual making his way.

It was the nature of an Inquisitor to take every lead as if having maximum potentil, but even Krieg's senses told him he was progressing towards something more.

The Inquisitor made his way down the street, his escort clearing the way ahead of his until finally his optics came over a sight he was not too surprised to see. An Imperial squad had sealed off a part of the street, and from the looks of things there had been a murder. Krieg approached the Imperial detail, raising a hand in greeting. "Guten morgen. Imperial Inquisition. Who is in charge here?" He questioned, his arm returning to it's side as he awaited a response.

Finally one of the Stormtrooper's stepped forward, offering an Imperial salute before speaking up. "ST-1742, Sergeant, I'm in charge sir. How can I help you?"

"We'll start by telling me what has happened here." He stated, gesturing towards the market shop that had trooper's walking in and out of it. "A murder sir, we've sealed off the street and forensics teams are on their way." The trooper reported.

"Wunderbar." Krieg said dryly, passing the man to make his way inside of the shop. It was as the Inquisitor suspected, as soon as he saw the shop owner's chest and the clean puncture only a lightsaber could make, he knew there was a force user on the planet. His eyes took to the room surrounding him and he tsked softly. "A Sith." He presumed.

"If it had been a Jedi there would be signs of a struggle, they seldom instigate conflict themselves and that is precisely what happened here." The man turned out of the shop before looking around, closely, his eyes scanning over the area as if it held the key to his next moves. He turned his gaze back to the Stormtrooper squad leader. "Sergeant, contact planetary command. Inform them of what has happened here and tell them to seal off all planetary travel, in or out." His words were solid.

"Right away, sir!" The man said before turning to his personal comm link. Krieg's mind raced as he tried to figure out the next move of his assailaint, it was then that he realized the first thing the man would do is go for a spaceport or a speeder. The spaceports were being sealed so that left only one thing.


[member="Ronan Xilo"]

*Mirilian*

"Guten Morgen" - "Good Morning"

"Wunderbar"- "Wonderful."

 

[Darth Ronan]

The sound of the speeder would be heard as he was nearing one of the exit's, Ronan saw it slowly starting to be raised up almost as if it were a wall, He turned his speeder he was going at full speed so he had to decline the speed very fast.

The Sith knew that the Galactic Empire knew of him now, He sighed, Ronan turned off the speeder bike, it slowly hovered down to the floor.

Ronan slowly pushed the Speeder bike into a ally way, making sure no one would find it, he draped a cloth over it that would cover it and make it look like trash, this would be his escape route if something else were to happen.

The Sith saw Stormtrooper's already patrolling the area, The Sith Grimaced as he looked at them, Ronan slowly force-leaped onto a building's roof, he landed on the gravel like roof with a soft thud.

Ronan was going to act as if he was a raven, or a hawk, stalking out his prey from the sky's using force concealment and sticking to the shadow's, It was getting dark quickly.

The robed man stuck to the shadow's as if were his life, he was to override the controls of the Planetary travel, But he would have to get someone to do it for him.

​Ronan blended into the shadow's his robes helping with assistance, he continued to look at the Inquisitor from far away, giving him a stare of death

[member="Krieg Merriden"].

 

[Asher Malvern]

The city Garrison had been placed on full alert, orders of Inquisitor Krieg. He stood in the main square, a platoon of Stormtrooper's had been assembled to see to his command. All fifty of the men stood as still as stone, awaiting the orders of the Dark Agent.

"Trooper's, there is a murderer in this city and we will find him. I will not allow a renegade Force User to run a muck in Imperial territory. As of right now this city is under martial law. All citizens are to remain inside their homes until this man is caught." He explained, gesturing to the surrounding buildings.

"I want gunships in the air in less then ten minutes. The rest of you, begin inspecting the homes, alleys, and businesses. Anyone who gives you trouble or resists, execute them immediately." The man ordered, clasping his hands behind his back. The Stormtrooper's received their orders and moved out. Squads of four went door to door, inspecting the households of the citizens. While they did a group of pilot's took the skies, their gunships providing an overview of the city.

Inquisitor Krieg remained in the center of the city, awaiting the results of the search. "It will not be long now." He presumed.

[member="Ronan Xilo"]

 

[Darth Ronan]

Ronan watched from afar, enjoying it, The sith kept to the rooftop's slowly figuring out what he would do.

Alas! The Sith had finally figured out what he would do, he had recently learned Force Cloak and such, It would practically make him invisible.

​Ronan concentrated slowly driving himself into the Dark side. The Sith was then slowly cloaked, He became invisible as other's would say. Ronan waved a hand infront of his face you couldn't see him at all.

Gunship's had started to plague the air looking for Ronan, Ronan's Fury Class Interceptor was in the Spaceport he slowly sighed. He would have to get another ship..

Ronan moved close to [member="Krieg Merriden"] Not too close but a buildings away, He gazed at him before slowly walking into the spacesport still using the shadows as hiding.