Post by Dire Wolf on Feb 23, 2013 16:28:31 GMT -5
To say that the minds within the Sith Order were cunning would be an understatement. Yes there were a few idiots and those who believed the dark side was about senseless destruction, but hose men were few in number. One such cunning mind developed a strategy, or trick, to woo the planet of Lorrd to the Imperial Ranks. One team of Sith Lords had been sent to converse with the Argazdan slavers, who were the wretched people that had once controlled an entire system of space. Their goal was to instigate an attack on the Lorrdians. They had been cast back and away from Lorrd decades prior, and both sides had finished licking their wounds long ago. A second team of Sith would then be sent with a very opposite purpose: defend the people of Lorrd.
Most people felt a certain kind of anticipation before battle. A special kind of fear mixed with excitement coursed through the imperial soldiers around her. Vesperia's heart was as still as the grave. There was as still as the grave. There was no rush of fear, no excitement, and definitely no eagerness. Only what seemed to be apathy.
Hot wind whipped about the inside the transport as it raced over the desert of Lorrd's kinyov province. The wind tugged at the woman's raven pony tail, as well as the stray locks that made up her bangs. A sleeveless azure tunic clung to her form instead of the usual silken robe. Plastoid vambraces protected her forearms while a pair of greaves of the same material hugged her shins. Loose fitting pants of a stark white hue and a golden sash around her waist complemented her attire. Finally, a soft blue cloak was drapped over her shoulders and swirled at her calves with the wind.
Icy blue eyes drifted amongst the men as she passed by them until she found herself at the open troop bay door. The desert floor all but flew by in a blur as her ship sped on to the battle, and the woman looked up to view the veritable fleet of transports that followed her. Vesperia didn't just aim to win: she was going to make a statement. So resoundingly defeat the slavers that they would never dare attack the Lorrdians again. Vesperia turned to view the soldiers and sith behind her. The details of her form darkened against the bright backdrop of the desert.
"Men," her voice seemed to win against the roaring Lorrdian wind, even though she hardly raised her voice. "You are all the very best that the Empire has to offer. Do not fail me."
The Sith Lady wasn't one for pretty speeches or honeyed words. The power of ensuring her underlings were taken care of was not lost on her, though. REpsect is more powerful when its earned and not extorted through fear and the threat of pain. Perhaps that was why her troops were so effective: she had earned their respect.
"There will be rewards for success, by the way," her eyes fell on Hervor, "some more... immediate... than others."
Most people felt a certain kind of anticipation before battle. A special kind of fear mixed with excitement coursed through the imperial soldiers around her. Vesperia's heart was as still as the grave. There was as still as the grave. There was no rush of fear, no excitement, and definitely no eagerness. Only what seemed to be apathy.
Hot wind whipped about the inside the transport as it raced over the desert of Lorrd's kinyov province. The wind tugged at the woman's raven pony tail, as well as the stray locks that made up her bangs. A sleeveless azure tunic clung to her form instead of the usual silken robe. Plastoid vambraces protected her forearms while a pair of greaves of the same material hugged her shins. Loose fitting pants of a stark white hue and a golden sash around her waist complemented her attire. Finally, a soft blue cloak was drapped over her shoulders and swirled at her calves with the wind.
Icy blue eyes drifted amongst the men as she passed by them until she found herself at the open troop bay door. The desert floor all but flew by in a blur as her ship sped on to the battle, and the woman looked up to view the veritable fleet of transports that followed her. Vesperia didn't just aim to win: she was going to make a statement. So resoundingly defeat the slavers that they would never dare attack the Lorrdians again. Vesperia turned to view the soldiers and sith behind her. The details of her form darkened against the bright backdrop of the desert.
"Men," her voice seemed to win against the roaring Lorrdian wind, even though she hardly raised her voice. "You are all the very best that the Empire has to offer. Do not fail me."
The Sith Lady wasn't one for pretty speeches or honeyed words. The power of ensuring her underlings were taken care of was not lost on her, though. REpsect is more powerful when its earned and not extorted through fear and the threat of pain. Perhaps that was why her troops were so effective: she had earned their respect.
"There will be rewards for success, by the way," her eyes fell on Hervor, "some more... immediate... than others."