Your City Burns

[Darth Bellum]

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New Alderaa, the once shining capital of Alderaan, now reduced to a cityscape that was in the process of being razed to the ground in a bold offensive made by The Sith Empire that was directed at the Free Worlds Coalition's heart. Thousands of droids marched upon the capital in a mixed offensive lead by a Warchief that commanded hordes and a general that held back the majority of his forces and allowing the droids and Graut to whittle down the enemy's numbers. However, the battle was proceeding a bit too slowly for the General's liking and decided it was time to make a more radical destabilization of the enemy's defensive efforts by seeking out the enemy commander.​

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General Vexen had successfully infiltrated the city limits with a small number of elite Legion soldiers as well as a pair of Akguza guard droids. With a majoriy of the enemy's forces having been pushed to the battlefront to engage his forces, Vexen estimated there to be few left to actually guard the city. It was just a matter of time before the defenders would fall and be forced to fall back, but with so few left to guard anything but the wall and the palace, it was seemingly easy pickings for Vexen and his men to cause enough chaos to garner the attention of the enemy commander.​

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Vexen's lightsaber swung as another blaster bolt had been deflected off to the side. He and his men had purposefully not silenced the enemy squad for one sole reason. Like any feeble-minded animal, when they were in distress or danger, they would cry out to the rest of their kind for help. As such, Vexen kept his men from annihilating the squad on spot and instead advanced by himself as the squad and his droids retreated into the shadows of nearby alleyways. The armored Sith General advancing at the squad was an intimidating sight indeed.​

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Much to the soldiers' terror, their attacks were posing little to no effect. Once Vexen had reached a suitable distance, he'd simply lift his arm out, an invisible force traveling forth as four of the closest men just seemed to freeze in time only to be quickly disposed of as Vexen's saber cleaved out in a wide arc, beheading all of them. The soldiers seemed to panic as they continued to fire at the hulking armored figure, only for several more to be felled by redirected blaster shots. It was a simple, but brutal slaughter and all but one was left alive by the time Vexen had switched his saber off.​

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A lone soldier's throat was in Vexen's iron grip, suspended off the ground as Vexen simply stared at the man. The soldier had bitten his tongue to prevent any information from being disclosed to the Sith, knowing full well that they had their methods of torture that could get even the most veteran of soldiers to talk. It was a commendable but futile attempt. A pair of plates would slide down from where Vexen's cheeks would be, a pair of proboscis slithering out as Vexen brought the man close. ​

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They would slither into the man's nostrils as he struggled and writhed in his grip. It was useless as the extensions of Vexen began to suck out the soldier's brain, or as his kind would typically term as 'soup'. The man would fall limp as Vexen feasted on his mind and helped himself to the soldier's memories. He had all he needed to know as he simply tossed the body off to the ground like a piece of garbage, his proboscis sliding back and the metal plates replacing the gaps once more. Now all he had to do was wait.​

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[member="Kei Raxis"]​

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[GhostOfProtocol]

[member="Kor Vexen"]​

New Alderaa​

852 ABY​

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The wall had fallen.

Anyone Kei Raxis had left to defend the wall was dead. New Alderaa was overrun with The Sith Empire, their soldiers tearing through any survivors as if they didn't pose a threat. The palace was all that was left, the last becon of hope to those still alive to continue the fight. Should the palace fall, Kei knew that whatever was left of the city would soon follow, that The Free World's Coalition will have lost the battle, lost the war.

He marched through the city. Kei Raxis, the final survivor of the task force who had held the wall. Fires burned around him, the city thrown into chaos. He marched towards one specific target, a Sith Lord who had used the battle to get behind enemy lines. Apparently he was slaughtering those who opposed him, no-one capable of stopping him. Apparently so many had tried, so many had fallen to his weapon.

Kei looked down instinctivly. His own lightsaber sat at his side. He wasn't a duelist, he had never been a duelist. All he hoped was that the Sith Armour that trapped his body was penetrating his mind and feeding him knowledge on dueling. He just hoped that one of the men who had once worn the armour were duelists, or at least capable duelists who could hold their own against a Sith Lord. Otherwise it was going to be a long evening.

The fires burned.

The city was crumbling, losing all faith and hope of survival. The Oncoming Storm was too much, too powerful for the forces of Kei Raxis and New Alderaa to repel. They would fight until their last breath so long as the palace stood. The Sith Empire didn't hold the city until they held the palace, they all knew that. They needed to hold the palace until backup arrived, until someone had time to contact backup and get help.

Kei arrived. He arrived just in time to watch the Sith Lord dine on his prey. Kei watched, he didn't make a sound. He watched as the soldier died, fell to the ground as a stone cold corpse. They were but lambs to the slaughter, they couldn't fight back against the Sith Lord. They had no hope, they were terrified. They would all die if Kei didn't involve himself, distract the Sith Lord long enough to allow the soldiers to fight back.

He felt his fingers close around the metal shaft of his weapon.

"So you are the famed Sith Lord causing me so many issues"

The helmet distored his voice. It scared him that the armour could change him so much. He sounded like a much different man, his voice much deeper. He looked towards the Sith Lord, the forces of The Sith Empire. He knew he wouldn't survive this battle, he had accepted defeat. He just needed to hold the Sith Lord long enough for the soldiers to run, then he could run. He could run and be safe, be free from the battle.

He could rest.

 

[Darth Bellum]

Kor Vexen​

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Outskirts of New Alderaa | Location​

TSE Soldiers/Akguza Guards/| Company​

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The Sith General had long since felt Kei's presence before he had been able to physically see him as he stood in the middle of the street. Those that had deployed with him behind enemy lines into the city were systematically clearing out the surrounding areas, accompanied by his Akguza Guards. There would be none left alive to disrupt the fight that was to come as Vexen's body turned, his armor reflecting the infernal blaze in the distance as he found himself staring at the Dark Jedi Knight who had just arrived. Perhaps it was simply the thought that maybe he had found someone worthy to consume that made even the seasoned warrior seems to twitch with excitement, though it was a base instinct he kept under control.

Vexen's vocoded voice would boom out as he engaged himself in conversation with Kei, " You proceed to assume much Kei Raxis. It is not a simple matter of myself alone bringing destruction and chaos to this system, but the desire of our Emperor. ". A favored tactic commonly employed by Vexen was getting under his opponent's skin or in their head, many typically thrown off when the Anzati Sith is able to pick out their name despite having never met them before. It was a skill granted by his species and mutation that allowed him to sap the memories and experiences of those he had fed off of, in this case, one of the soldiers that he had consumed not too long ago.

As a Sith, Vexen often toyed with his opponents, so it would come to no one's surprise that one of the tactics he resorted to was psychological warfare and berating his opponent's skills and ability. Doubt and fear were one of his most powerful tools in his arsenal, and he sensed much doubt within the young and inexperienced man before him. What could it be that drove a man so unsure of himself to come face to face with the Sith? Was it the crazed frenzy that was triggered like an animal cornered? Or perhaps he thought he had a chance of turning this conflict around. No matter, the city was all but lost at this point.

The handle of Vexen's lightsaber would be held in a loose grip off to his side, ashes blowing past as the city continued to burn around them. Once more his vocoded voice boomed, " Your city burns, yet you stand here against the might of the Sith Empire, thinking you can raise a candle to our inferno. Cease your resistance and surrender or I will let you watch every man, woman, and child be executed in front of you. "

[member="Kei Raxis"]​