The Pacification of Cerea

Major General Celestial

)EDIT. Sorry, didnt think that one through.)
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Dark Patron: Darth Revan

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.
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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.
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Once known as Darth Marix

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.
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"If you are foolish enough to underestimate the power of the Dark Brotherhood, you will surely meet a similar fate as the fool before you who made the same mistake."

Draco Korr
Force Adept on DSL

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?"
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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.
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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.
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"If you are foolish enough to underestimate the power of the Dark Brotherhood, you will surely meet a similar fate as the fool before you who made the same mistake."

Draco Korr
Force Adept on DSL

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.
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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.
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Dark Patron: Darth Revan

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!"
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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."
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Dark Patron: Darth Revan

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."
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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.
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"If you are foolish enough to underestimate the power of the Dark Brotherhood, you will surely meet a similar fate as the fool before you who made the same mistake."

Draco Korr
Force Adept on DSL

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.
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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?"
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"If you are foolish enough to underestimate the power of the Dark Brotherhood, you will surely meet a similar fate as the fool before you who made the same mistake."

Draco Korr
Force Adept on DSL

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.

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