Crozeus arrived at the docking bay, stopping before a military shuttle that would take them to the small fleet which held the legion. His apprentice came in silently behind him, and Crozeus turned. "We are going to wait here for Major Celestial. He trained me and is an excellent Sith."
Crozeus began to wonder how Draco felt at being trained by someone more than half his age, and wondered if he would make small talk.
Draco Korr
Draco stood and took in what his master was saying. He thought carefully for his next words. Then he felt curiousity boil from his master like heat blisters from Mustafar. Then Draco felt a question at its source...He promptly answered.
"I have no quarrels with being taught by someone younger. After all, age puts no limitations on experience. I have come to learn this in my own ways master."
((LOL Sorry, I had no idea we had moved again...I was waiting for a reply in the Training Grounds.))
High Prophet Crozeus
((Don't worry. When speaking OOC, put two parentheses around indicated speech.))
Draco Korr
((OK, Its been edited. I remember that in the future.))
Major General Celestial
Darth Celestial moved upon into the room. The man looked older than him, but age did not matter, it was experience. There was also Crozeus, his former apprentice, a very strong one that would someday possibly out-due him. Just what he wanted.
"Hello. I am Darth Celestial, but I will let anyone familiated with Crozeus call me Relak. What order do you wish to be in? Also, what is our mission?"
High Prophet Crozeus
Crozeus smiled as he greeted his friend and former tutor.
"Very simple. Marix has been nice enough to send a Brigadier General Kilorn to take the helm of a legion. We link up with them, join up with my militia on Cerea and destroy the rebels. Completely, mind you. I don't want this happening again. Any questions?"
Major General Celestial
"Only my one I stated earlier for the apprentice."
He looked at the full grown man, bulked up, maybe twice his size. He was fast. Strong, yes, but he focused more on the quick element. This may be a challenge, training someone older, would there be disobediance? For Cerea, it was in danger, until they got there.
Draco Korr
Draco bowed, "Greeteings Master. I am Draco Korr, his new apprentice."
Draco thought about his answer to the next question asked. "Which order do wish to be in?"
Draco answered promptly and respectively, "My experience and skills are at your disposal Milord. Where do you need my services most?"
Supreme Commander Alor
Brigadier General Kilorn stood on the bridge of the Empire-Class Star Destroyer with his Naval-counterpart Admiral Odeb. Odeb had been promoted and transferred since his last act on Korriban, in which against insurmountable odds, he managed to hold his own losing only 1 ISD and a few other craft. The Supreme and High Commanders had both seen it fitting to reward him for his valiant command efforts.
"So we are to just wait for this Master and Apprentice pair to show up with the Major?" Kilorn asked.
"Basically." Odeb replied.
"Figures. don't mind the Sith in the Military, but the rest of them, well I sometimes wonder if they realize that time is important. Taking their sweet time to show up and command us, but leaving the real fighting to us normal people.
"Well I am going down to review the landing crafts and the men. Tell me when they get here." Kilorn said.
"Will do, General." Odeb replied.
High Prophet Crozeus
"Nevermind, we can talk on the way. For now we need to link up with the fleet."
Crozeus, his former Master and apprentice boarded the shuttle. Crozeus took the controls and took off in silence, wondering how bad the situation had gotten since he was last there.
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Soon they docked on the Empire class destroyer heading the fleet. The shuttle entered the vast hangar bay and touched down, a small guard and an officer waiting to greet them. The ramp descended and Crozeus strolled down the ramp, followed by his apprentice. Celestial, however, snapped off a salute at the officer.
"We are here. I assume co-ordinates are locked?" Crozeus asked.
Supreme Commander Alor
"Kilorn, they are here." Odeb said into his comm-link as the shuttle neared the shuttle hangar bay. Kilorn would be nearby in the real hangar bay with the Military landing craft and troops. "I will meet you there."
Odeb took the proper turbo-lifts and was soon outside the shuttle hangar bay.
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Kilorn had been drilling a small squad chosen at random when the call came. He finished the drill and headed quickly for the shuttle bay. It was not out of overbearing respect for the Sith, but rather that the longer he took to get there, the longer his men had to wait. He respected his men, and would not make them wait longer than needed.
He paired up with Odeb and the two marched into the bay, in perfect union of step, which was gained from their years of experience.
The two stopped and saluted the guard and Major Celestial, who promptly returned the salute. Odeb stepped forward to greet the other Sith, while Kilorn took Celestial aside.
"So," Kilorn asked, "What are your opinions of those two?"
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At the same time:
Odeb stood in front of Crozeus and Draco.
"Welcome to the Iron Fist, aptly named I think. We are ready to make the jump, so if you will follow me I'll lead you to the bridge. I assume quarters are not nescessary considering the shortness of your stay here? Unless you wish otherwise."
Here Admiral Odeb began walking back to the turbo-lift and towards the bridge, while Kilorn was leading Celestial to the hangar bay to view the troops.
High Prophet Crozeus
"Of course not, thank you." Crozeus dutifully followed the Admiral, leaving Celestial with Kilorn. "It is convienient," Crozeus murmured to Draco. "You will get to see first hand how the Military operates."
After a good 10 minutes of walking they arrived at the bridge, and Crozeus looked out in awe at the enormity of the destroyer stretching out in front of him. It came as a shock to him that he had never been on the bridge of a destroyer before. He closed his eyes for a moment. "You may jump when ready, Admiral."
Supreme Commander Alor
Admiral Odeb sat down in the Admiral's Chair on the bridge, leaving the main commands to Captain Vordon, the commander of the craft, as was common Military courteous when on another commander's ship, even a subordinate, unless the situation dictated a need for the higher experienced officer to command.
"Ready for hyperspace travel." Vordon's voice sounded across the bridge intercomm. "Navigation?"
"Check. Coordinates locked, green lights across the board, Captain." Replied the Navigation Officer
"Engineering?" Vordon asked.
"Green. Ready to go, Sir."
"Weapons?"
"Ready to engage upon exit of hyperspace, Captain."
"Shields?"
"99.9897%, Sir. Performing as expected, Sir."
"Make the jump to hyperspace." Vordon made the call.
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The great silvery craft gained speed in space, and quickly jumped into the wormhole-like Hyperspace, traveling near the speed of light towards its intended target.
[[Celestial, you may want to read my earlier post to see what Kilorn said to you and where you are.]]
Draco Korr
Although it was true that Draco had never seen the bridge of an ISD either, he had been in many other ships and a couple of them were close in size to the ISDs. Draco found a secure location in which to sit during hyperspace travel and fastened himself in. He watched through the forward viewport as the order had be given to initiate the jump sequence. Suddenly, he felt a slight pull on his war worn frame as the G forces began to apply pressure upon his body.
The stars beyond the viewport, but only for a moment, were as still as death, twinkling their existance as if they were fireflies playing gleefully in the first shades of the night's presence. The ship gave off a hum and Draco watched as the ship then gave a slight shutter and the stars quickly began to trace into little beams of blue white light, pinstriping the viewport and dominating the blackened void of space beyond them. Then, with a sound that mocked a sonic boom, they were gone...
After making the jump and they were safley traveling in hyperspace, Draco unbuckled and stood to his full 6' height as he adjusted his saber at his side. Now he remembered why he hated hyperspace travel so much. If one had forgotten to adjust their side wepons, it would indeed leave quite the mark upon a thigh or hip. Draco rubbed at the small indention made by the saber's clip as he approached the admiral. Draco nodded in a slight bow and asked,
"Forgive me Admiral, but would your beautifull ship happen to be equiped with a proper training facility?" Draco gave a twisted lopsided grin and swept his arms out wide, gesturing at the ship in whole. Then Draco's grin melted into a teeth barring smile, twisting his already twisted features and distorting them even further. "Or is it made completely from Cafes, Spas and luxury lounges?"
Major General Celestial
"My opinion? I believe the apprentice is more strong than he lets on. He has much potential, and for Crozeus, I have much respect for my former apprentice, but it doesn't seem like he's giving the boy a chance to show his true power. I geuss the next battle will determine their fate."
He looked at the apprentice, he was talking to other high officials, asking around whether there was a training facility on-board or not.
Hyper-space was a drag. He hated traveling in it for it alays made him quesy, but what would you expect when you are going past light speed.
High Prophet Crozeus
After a few hours the fleet fropped out of Hyperspace above the large, enviromentally stunning planet of Cerea. The rebels had made a camp for "negotiation" on a huge, long grassed field near a river. Dropships filled with troops would take the troops down. Crozeus turned to his apprentice. "Draco, go with Major Celestial and Brigadier Kilorn. See how they arrange their troops." He leaned over to Kilorn and whispered:
"Would it be possible to allow him a platoon to command?" While touching the man's mind with the Force.
Crozeus himself departed to meet his Minister for War, whom had brought the militia to meet the rebels, and was delaying them. When he arrived, it was clear that the rebels were the superior force. They outnumbered his militia almost four-to-one, and had been suplemented by experienced mercenaries. It was just as well the Sith had arrived. The numbers would not be in their favour, but one Sith is worth a thousand troops anyway.
Crozeus and his Minister crossed the Imperial camp on swoop bikes to meet with the other Sith. As they entered the field HQ, Crozeus saw that they were looking at a 3D map of the battlefield.
"So, gentlemen. Tell me your battle plan."
Draco Korr
Draco stayed behind as his master went about his important business. He walked around the area, familiarizing himself with the troops, weapons armor and what little he could gain of the mission objectives that he could over hear from his new allies. Draco wound up finding himself near a small group of soldiers telling old war tales. He sat on a near by cargo crate and prentended to be busying himself while evesdropping on their conversation. After all, what better way was there of getting to know your new allies other than hearing or seeing how they preform in battle?
This was one way for Draco to decide who would have his 6 in a heated situation and who would run like scared Mynocks and leave him for dead.
Draco listened on...
Supreme Commander Alor
OOC: There is no sound in space, so no sonic-boom would occur, Draco.
IC:
Brigadier General Kilorn of the Sith Imperial Army assumed field command. He looked in disgust at the Cerean Militia, which seemed under-fit in every way possible. Undermanned, under-trained, under-supplied...
He quickly set about getting his own troops situated. They had brought two Divisions of Troops, about 20,000 men, or a small Corps.
At the moment, only about 5,000 Sith Troops were landed, which made Kilorn more worried than normal. Normal rebellious natives were one thing, but trained mercenaries were another. Many of the mercs had probably been trained by Kilorn himself in the Sith Army, only to go private later in life.
At the moment, he had Celestial to command a Battalion, in this case 1,000 men and he had decided to give Draco a squad of nine other troops mainly to protect the younger Sith apprentice, while the rest of the command would be along the normal lines of the divisions brought here.
He eventually made his way over to the Holo-Projector in time to hear the Sith called Crozeus say, "So, gentlemen. Tell me your battle plan."
Kilorn was brusque and quick with his reply. "There is no battle plan. You are going to try and negotiate. You assume they will act accordingly. Your negotiations kill any chance of a planned attack. We will only be able to respond to whatever they do, which is not a very good spot to be in. So do you wish to continue to negotiate with them?"
Draco Korr
((Oh, I'm sorry. Must be another canon thing...still trying to catch on ya know. But I could have swore that in every movie and book I seen and read, every ship that jumps makes a big *BOOM*. But we must be playing star wars as if it were in real space. I'll try to remember that.))
Supreme Commander Alor
[[Even in Lucas' version, they do not make sonic booms when they enter hyperspace. In smaller ships you may hear the engines slightly because of your proximity to them, but that would only be a small whine that grows slightly, not a "boom". As far as I know we are playing in Canon Star Wars Space.]]
High Prophet Crozeus
"I will not negiotiate for one more second with these ruffians, General. They have stepped over lines I have drawn again and again, and they are clearly ready for full scale war. They will learn how foolish it is."
Crozeus left the holo-projector and wtached in silence while his Minister of War addressed the militia. It gave him a little feeling of resentment that the Sith were so well trained and equipped, compared to his own militia, and he made a resolution to ensure that they would be better prepared in the future. The Cereans were not a violent people, yet their Battlemasters were something to be feared.
The troops formed up alongside their Sith allies and Crozeus took position on the right of his troops. He keyed his comm: "General, when you're ready."
Supreme Commander Alor
Kilorn did not respond, he acted. Immediately he broke the formation that the Cerean Minister had created into something a bit more useful. He placed the Militia in the back, they would be the reserves, along with Draco's squad. He decided to give into the whole glory and Sith ego thing, and had written into Draco's orders that he would be helping command the reserves.
On the left he placed one Sith division, which happened to contain Celestial's Battalion. Kilorn would be commanding that Division, whereas the right flank would be commanded by Colonel General Lavitas and Darth Crozeus.
Each Division would place a Brigade out to the middle of the formation, with a Battalion behind it which would function as the center force. The larger outside forces would attempt to flank the enemy forces as well as being able to move in behind of the center force if needed to.
Code:
X = Sith Troops
O = Militia Troops
High Prophet Crozeus
The enemy formed up en masse in front of them, jeering and hooting. Despite the obvious skill of Kilorn and the troops, Crozeus began to feel nervous. He had never fought in a full scale battle before, and this was beginning to scare him slightly. Still , he thought, some combat experience might come out of it.
The troops began to advance towards the enemy almost twice their size. The river running on the left flank meant that any flanking attacks were impossible, and Crozeus could sense his old Master there, and wished him luck. He would have a tough fight on his hands.
As they grew nearer, it became clear the rebels were smarter than they looked. The rebels and mercenaries were displaced evenly, so each veteran could give support to a green. The lines suddenly shifted and a huge figure stepped out, easily seven feet tall without his cone shaped head. A Cerean Battlemaster, wielding a war sword. Crozeus saw more stepping out from other parts of the line, and hoped that they would be defeated by the Sith nearby. An ordinary trooper would be no match.
The Battlemaster roared his defiance, and Colonel General Lavitas wondered up behind him. "Can you keep him from taking out my men? I know his armour is impervious to blasters."
Crozeus smirked. "I can do more than that, Colonel General."
The lines opened up on each other, men and aliens throwing themselves behind cover in the form of rocks and ditches, the air reeking of ozone. Crozeus calmly ignited his lightsaber and stepped forward to meet the Battlemaster.
Major General Celestial
CDelestial ignited his lightsaber. He was ready to command, and by the way he looked at the situation, he would have to sneak to their left flank and take them out. He signaled for his sniper to get up in a small tree to the right of him, it had perfect cover so he couldnt be seen. He issued a command, posturing to have 1/4 of the men line up in threee fourths of a circle, while the other 75% lined up in a square. The third of a circle would prove protection while some of the troops snuck around behind them.
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X XXXXXXXXX
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Celestial stood by, waiting for to see if his plan would work. Alerted that him just standing there may alert the enemy was something wrong, he ignited his lightsaber and entered the battle.
Supreme Commander Alor
[[If you were using Battle Meditation, you would not be able to be in the field. You would be in a safe area, sitting down meditating.]]
Major General Celestial
)EDIT. Sorry, didnt think that one through.)
High Prophet Crozeus
Crozeus ducked an almighty swing from the Battlemaster, leaping in nimbly to cut the Battlemaster's enormous thigh. He roared in pain and smashed his staff into the ground where Crozeus had been a mere second ago. Crozeus ducked and rolled, twisted and weaved away from the onslaught of attacks, blade extended, cutting down, wearing away the indominatable constitution of the Battlemaster.
Crozeus' skill in the third Form, Soresu, was enough for him to redirect any attacks, much to the fury of the Battlemaster. He utilised the Mark Shiim over and over, to inspire his men who were shying away from the Cereans with the Battlemaster at the helm. An angry, pain fuelled swipe allowed Crozeus to dash in and cut across the back of the Battlemaster's leg, dropping him to one knee with a bawl, the staff clattering noisily to the ground.
Crozeus smiled and brought his saber back, deflecting a few shots fired at him. "Sai Cha," he whispered, as he decapitated his foe with a single blow.
"Forwards!" He cried, pointing his saber to the shying Cerean lines. His men let up a great cheer and sprinted forwards, drawing swords and other close-combat weaponry, although some still held blaster pistols. Amidst a hail of blasters, Crozeus led his troops headfirst into the Cerean rebel and mercenary lines, cutting down the rebels swiftly and easily. He found his overhead strike parried, and looked into the cold eyes of a mercenary captain. Crozeus smiled. He was in his rightful place now.
Supreme Commander Alor
Brigadier General Kilorn looked calmly upon the battle. His Division was slowly progressing across the battlefield. He smiled to himself, something he rarely did outside of battle. He had been born for this, the smell of ozone, the flashes of blasters, the cries of the wounded enemy, the yells of his troops... It was as if he had been born in a battle and had little soldiers in his blood.
He quickly sensed something was wrong, while he did not have the Force to aid him, he had experience and acute hearing on his side. He used his Macros to look across his frontal lines, and saw the middle parting due to a large figure. Must be a Battlemaster, He thought to himself,Well, I have a gift for him.
He quickly sent orders to the rear, and the loud humming of motors came closer and closer. While slightly outdated, the AT-TE was favored by the Supreme Commander, as well as the Generals and Field Commanders, and so had found ways into the arsenals of the Imperial Armies.
The large Mass Driver Cannon pointed itself at the Battle Master and let loose a fury of shots, blasting the figure to bits that were flung off at high velocities into the surrounding enemy troops, furthering the damage.
Kilorn smiled once again, and continued forward with the progress he had had before.
Draco Korr
Draco stood in front of his troops and watched the battle in front of them unfold. All around, there were multi-colored flashes of light as blasters discharged bolts, lightsabers swinging quickly but controlled and explosions that rocked the ground underneath them and threatened to blind all who were looking in that particular direction. Dust and debris were dominating the air around the battlefield and were accompanying the wretched smells of carbon discharge, burning flesh, evaporated blood, and everything else that was inhaled with the dust.
Screams of pain, horror, and shock danced on the eardrums as Draco and his troops made their way into the mayhem. Draco raised his hand in a signal to tell his troops to ready their blasters. Clicks could be heard as they did so. At the same time, the familiar sound of a *SNAP-HISS* could be heard as Draco ignited his lightsaber and its crimson glow casted feint shades of red on Draco's sleeve and chest. When they were near enough to the chaotic battle, Draco gave the order to fire. Bolts streaked past him from behind as his saber began humming deeply as it twisted and twirled, forming a graceful disc of destruction. Again and again his blade sizzled in satisfaction as it intercepted blaster bolts, flesh, mucsle, and bone. Every so often, a thin mist of blood shot from a wound but evaporated as quickly as it had appeared.
A short distance away, Draco spotted Crozeus dueling with a talented warrior and was impressed at how quickly Crozeus took him apart. A wicked grin pulled at his facial features as his saber *ZAPPED*, spearing another enemy through the lungs. A small whistle could be heard escaping the soldier as he extracted his saber...no doubt the last bit of air that he would ever breathe.
High Prophet Crozeus
The battle was going well. The formations slowly crushed the flanks of the Cereans and the remaining Battlemasters were felled. Crozeus climbed onto a rock and roared, urging his men onwards. Mercenaries fell in their thousands and began to waver. The lines rippled, and then broke.
"Continue the attack. Leave none alive. This is a true example of Sith Justice."
Crozeus pulled away from his comm and walked over to Draco.
"How are you?"
High Prophet Crozeus
The battle was all but won. Kilorn and his forces pursued the remaining resistance into the forests nearby, and left a few troops behind with the prisoners. Crozeus and Korr walked among the rows of captured Cereans. Only a few mercenaries were there, as they continued to fight. Most Cereans surrendered when the Sith forces reached them.
Crozeus now had the difficult decision of what to do with them. He turned to his apprentice. "What would you do with them?" He asked, his eyes a cold grey.
Draco Korr
Draco was trembling with still flowing anger and excitement. He looked around at all his fallen commrades and his blood began boiling hotter than Mustafar itself. His vision began to go red and hazy. He snarled and growled, barring all his wretched teeth and distorting the bridge of his nose. His growl quickly became a roaring scream as he approached the closest Cerean in a flash of black.
His saber could be heard igniting, but not until it was planted in his chest. Draco's moves were quick and graceful...and lethal. One after the other the Cereans began to drop in result of Draco's fury.
High Prophet Crozeus
Crozeus simply watched, a cruel smile on his lips. That fury, if tamed, could make Korr incredibly powerful indeed. Crozeus felt a tug and saw a Cerean mumbling feebly at him.
"Please, Moff Crozeus, we have learnt our lesson. Please stop this. Please, I beg you."
Crozeus looked on the pitiful wretch before him and feigned a look of sympathy, before laughing and kicking out, pushing the Cerean away. Crozeus stepped forward and crushed his upper brain with the heel of his boot. The Cerean screamed and Crozeus picked him up with the Force, holding him up for all to see, the top of his head a bloody mess.
"See now the price of your dissent!" Crozeus yelled. He knew this would be shown to the Cereans inside the citadels, and he knew they would never rebel again.
Crozeus held the Cerean to the sky, and utilized a power he had learnt from his Master on their trip. Death Field. He drained the life from the Cerean and others around him, until they were limp shells. Crozeus dropped the carcass, rejuvinated and alive, his eyes burning blood red. He saw Colonel Celestial, his old Master watching, and nodded.
Former Master and apprentice, and the new apprentice, swiftly butchered the remaining Cereans. The mercenaries were shot by militia and stormtrooper squads.
Major General Celestial
Celestial saw as both, angered by Cereans, cutting down everything in their sights. They were ruthless, which was what Celestial wanted to see. Yet, he did not want to get involved, it was something about this apprentice that made Celestial want to try him on his own.
"Crozeus, let the boy handle this! See what he is made of! They aren't done yet, and they are now bringing out the big guns!"
Celestial deignited his lightsaber for the apprentice. He motioned for seven riflemen to accompany him. Yet, right as he had said this to Crozeus, two spider tanks emerged from no where, and it was just as he thought.
High Prophet Crozeus
"What the-?"
Almost instantly, the spider tanks began firing on the troops.
"Take cover!" Crozeus roared. Even a lightsaber couldn't deflect the huge lances of energy being spat forth. The remaining prisoners grabbed weapons and began firing at the cowering troops. Crozeus drew a blaster pistol and squeezed off a few shots, cutting down the weak prisoners trying to find cover. He grabbed his Hush-98 and opened the channel to Kilorn.
"Get back here, now! They've got tanks!"
Major General Celestial
Celestial stood his ground. He looked over to Crozeus and gave a slight smirk.
"Do you not remeber your training, stay calm, believe. Remember, just stay here and let the apprentice do it, it is his final test of strength. Let him see into the future for a solution to destroy it."
He motioned to the apprentice, now looking at them, to go on. If he could get past the brigade of rebels that protected it and stop the tank himself, he would be ready to knight.
"We only help him if he is about to die."
High Prophet Crozeus
Crozeus nodded. He ignited his saber and stood up, pointing at the nearest tank.
"Lay down supressive fire on the guard battalion!"
The militia started firing loose shots at the rebels who responded in kind. Crozeus deflected a few shots and nodded to Draco.
"Take it out."
Draco Korr
Draco nodded in response and dropped a slight damper on his rage. He began to sprint toward the nearest tank, all the while deflecting random fire with his saber. When close enough to the tank, he dropped and rolled in stride, a blast from the tank passing right over him. When reaching his feet, he lept into the air and barley avoided getting crushed underneath it massive form.
He flipped twice and landed on the top of the tank, and at that moment, plunged his saber deep into the access hatch. He spun until his saber located the locking mechinism and he heard the successful sound of it disengaging. He stood and used the force to lift the hatch with one hand while depositing a thermal detonator with his other. He lept clear as the bomb slipped inside and detonated, dropping the tank in its tracks.
High Prophet Crozeus
The Cereans roared as the tank went down. Several stormtroopers had brought anti-tank lasers and took out the front legs of the second tank. Draco ran for it without being asked and despatched of it in the same way he did the first.
Inspired by the lone Zabrak taking down two tanks, the Cerean militia charged. Crozeus too ran forward and cut down those in his reach and shot those who weren't. The survivors fled into the forest, head first into the party sent back by Brigadier Kilorn. A few seconds of controlled firing, and they too were dead.
The Minister for War stood up and cried "Victory!" And the militia cheered him on. Crozeus went to stand beside his apprentice and smiled. He had never felt so alive.
Draco Korr
Draco stood tall and proud next to his master. He was breathing heavily and rapidly but didn't know wheather it was from fatique or adrenaline. He turned to Crozeus.
"Milord, do you wish me to follow the survivors into the forest and deal with them?"
High Prophet Crozeus
Crozeus shook his head. "The Military will deal with that." He beckoned to his War Minister who sauntered over with a bow. It was clear he had never seen any action besides watching holodocumenteries, yet he had proved to be an inspiration to the troops. When the budget came through Crozeus would add funds to defence.
"I think it is time to go back to Kuat, Draco," Crozeus said. He waved goodbye to Darth Celestial and would submit a refrence to the Supreme Commander about Kilorn's skill. The man deserved a promotion.
Master and apprentice walked to the shuttle that would take them to Admiral Odeb's ship, that would take them to Kuat. Crozeus felt truly proud to be a part of the Empire.
