Post by Dire Wolf on Jul 17, 2014 0:58:48 GMT -5
Planet Location: Lorrd
Local Time: 1440, One Hour after Argazdan Defeat
A cacophony of heavy boot falls against marble floors echoed from the large rotunda that marked the center of Lorrd City’s capital building. Two Sith ladies flanked by half a dozen crack Imperial troopers and twice as many Lorrdian militiamen strode down the length of the great hallway; their chins held high in triumph. Many of the militiamen and troopers held the scars of battle; yet Lady Vesperia had but her azure robes scortched from blaster bolts. Her body, even the skin, bore no wounds. Any man that stood before her had his life force suddenly and violently ripped out to fuel the twisted version of healing that she used to mend her own wounds.
Those icy blue eyes couldn’t help fall down to the backside of her lover’s shapely form with a rare smirk tugging at the corner of her mouth. Vesperia had never seen another creature quite like Allvitende; her passion was matched only by her ferocity. Many would expect the two women to mix like oil and water, but against all odds their reaction had been quite opposite. After a few stray thoughts of nights past she shook herself from the reverie. They couldn’t afford any complications during this operation: Lorrdians had a near telepathic ability to discern the truth via body language. Ironic, as the entire situation was based upon a lie.
Well, more a half-truth than a lie.
Three weeks prior another group of Sith had gone to the Argazdan Myrialites, a group of slavers that once called the Lorrdians their servants. Some centuries ago the Lorrdians lead a successful rebellion to send their masters to the other side of the solar system. The secondary group of Sith had approached the slavers and offer them support in retaking their rightful place in the Lorrd system. Rather than aid the Myrialites the Sith opted for another option: save the Lorrdians from certain defeat.
An hour prior a reinforcing fleet with the flagships of two Sith Lady’s at it’s head. Vesperia’s Crimson Tide, an Invaere-class battleship, tore a path through the lightly armed slaver fleet along with the rest of the massive fleet down to the planet’s surface where the true battle had begun. Ladies Vesperia and Allvitende seemed to have preternatural timing, as they had arrived to save the beleaguered Lorrdian forces just at the zero hour. Truth be told, Vesperia felt more like a butcher than a victor or a savior; the Myrialite forces were more barely armed barbarians than true soldiers. Though her taste for combat with anything but Jedi had become soured after her exchange with the famed Master Took.
“Shall both of us request statues, or just you,” her softly spoken voice could barely be heard over the cascade of boots against relatively empty rotunda. The inflection to her voice betrayed the stoney look her face bore as teasing. It was Hervor that devised the machinations that would not only bring Lorrd into the fold, but cast the Republic in an incompetent light while simultaneously giving the Empire a more heroic appearance.
Local Time: 1440, One Hour after Argazdan Defeat
A cacophony of heavy boot falls against marble floors echoed from the large rotunda that marked the center of Lorrd City’s capital building. Two Sith ladies flanked by half a dozen crack Imperial troopers and twice as many Lorrdian militiamen strode down the length of the great hallway; their chins held high in triumph. Many of the militiamen and troopers held the scars of battle; yet Lady Vesperia had but her azure robes scortched from blaster bolts. Her body, even the skin, bore no wounds. Any man that stood before her had his life force suddenly and violently ripped out to fuel the twisted version of healing that she used to mend her own wounds.
Those icy blue eyes couldn’t help fall down to the backside of her lover’s shapely form with a rare smirk tugging at the corner of her mouth. Vesperia had never seen another creature quite like Allvitende; her passion was matched only by her ferocity. Many would expect the two women to mix like oil and water, but against all odds their reaction had been quite opposite. After a few stray thoughts of nights past she shook herself from the reverie. They couldn’t afford any complications during this operation: Lorrdians had a near telepathic ability to discern the truth via body language. Ironic, as the entire situation was based upon a lie.
Well, more a half-truth than a lie.
Three weeks prior another group of Sith had gone to the Argazdan Myrialites, a group of slavers that once called the Lorrdians their servants. Some centuries ago the Lorrdians lead a successful rebellion to send their masters to the other side of the solar system. The secondary group of Sith had approached the slavers and offer them support in retaking their rightful place in the Lorrd system. Rather than aid the Myrialites the Sith opted for another option: save the Lorrdians from certain defeat.
An hour prior a reinforcing fleet with the flagships of two Sith Lady’s at it’s head. Vesperia’s Crimson Tide, an Invaere-class battleship, tore a path through the lightly armed slaver fleet along with the rest of the massive fleet down to the planet’s surface where the true battle had begun. Ladies Vesperia and Allvitende seemed to have preternatural timing, as they had arrived to save the beleaguered Lorrdian forces just at the zero hour. Truth be told, Vesperia felt more like a butcher than a victor or a savior; the Myrialite forces were more barely armed barbarians than true soldiers. Though her taste for combat with anything but Jedi had become soured after her exchange with the famed Master Took.
“Shall both of us request statues, or just you,” her softly spoken voice could barely be heard over the cascade of boots against relatively empty rotunda. The inflection to her voice betrayed the stoney look her face bore as teasing. It was Hervor that devised the machinations that would not only bring Lorrd into the fold, but cast the Republic in an incompetent light while simultaneously giving the Empire a more heroic appearance.