Post by annahncaleb on Feb 28, 2007 2:08:40 GMT -5
"Mar----Lo-Elta----ck--BRAVO!---LP!---" Was heard over the emergency Sith fleet rescue transmition. The signal either weak or the transmition's source was damaged. Of course, Mine blood thirsty and all, went straight forward to the transmition's source seeing a down Sith fighter, surrounded by some ten mercenaries, probably poorly trained, if not just farmers looking for a quick buck.
The transmition was crystal clear as they were an estimated twenty meters away from target. The Sith squad leader reported to Mine. "Sir, we expect that ten mercenaries, rouge farmers most likely, are attacking a lone Sith officer, we believe that the whole group that attacked the officer was in the number of fifteen, due to the five bodies surrounding the main group. What shall you have us do, sir?"
"Fly in, about a meter from the ground, at about 41 knots, four meters from target. When we are at those precoius co-ordinates I want ten, of our fifteen men to roll out and fire at the flank of the mercenary position, accepting all prisioners." Mine said with a stone complexion. His judgement seemed as the hand of destiny, his readiness un-shakeable. The men feared him, but out of another emotion, not fear, they respected him, they... honoured him.
The plan was carrierd out, the Frieghter dropping the troops, nine of them landing without injury -One twisting his ankle- , getting their guns into position to fire at the mercenary ranks. Screaming 'surrender, surrender or die a horrible fate' to the mercenaries. This of course broke their will and they surrendered. All formed up into a single line.
Several moments after the succesus the Sith frieghter landed, Mine exiting the spacial vehicle, surrounded by the remaining five of his troops. He marched towards the Sith officer, quickly ordering him. "Alright, I don't care who you worked for, you are working for me, now! Understood?" The Sith force-user said it with such power, with such... insurance that if he denied his bones would be crushed, one by one, that no man in his right mind could say no. So, the officer nodded.
Mine then marched towards the line of waiting mercenaries, all curoius of their fate. "Look, I know you have been threw hard times. But join, the Sith, and you will be paid, fed and happy." That short speech -it could even been classified as a slogan- turned the ten mercenaries to his cause, immediatly picking up their weapons in his shadow.
Mine knew when to use fear and kindness, like a true Sith. He quickly waved several hand motions and -the now- twenty-six man strong Sith unit marched into the Frieghter. The veterans knew the spaces would be cramped, but they also knew Mine would fix that.
The transmition was crystal clear as they were an estimated twenty meters away from target. The Sith squad leader reported to Mine. "Sir, we expect that ten mercenaries, rouge farmers most likely, are attacking a lone Sith officer, we believe that the whole group that attacked the officer was in the number of fifteen, due to the five bodies surrounding the main group. What shall you have us do, sir?"
"Fly in, about a meter from the ground, at about 41 knots, four meters from target. When we are at those precoius co-ordinates I want ten, of our fifteen men to roll out and fire at the flank of the mercenary position, accepting all prisioners." Mine said with a stone complexion. His judgement seemed as the hand of destiny, his readiness un-shakeable. The men feared him, but out of another emotion, not fear, they respected him, they... honoured him.
The plan was carrierd out, the Frieghter dropping the troops, nine of them landing without injury -One twisting his ankle- , getting their guns into position to fire at the mercenary ranks. Screaming 'surrender, surrender or die a horrible fate' to the mercenaries. This of course broke their will and they surrendered. All formed up into a single line.
Several moments after the succesus the Sith frieghter landed, Mine exiting the spacial vehicle, surrounded by the remaining five of his troops. He marched towards the Sith officer, quickly ordering him. "Alright, I don't care who you worked for, you are working for me, now! Understood?" The Sith force-user said it with such power, with such... insurance that if he denied his bones would be crushed, one by one, that no man in his right mind could say no. So, the officer nodded.
Mine then marched towards the line of waiting mercenaries, all curoius of their fate. "Look, I know you have been threw hard times. But join, the Sith, and you will be paid, fed and happy." That short speech -it could even been classified as a slogan- turned the ten mercenaries to his cause, immediatly picking up their weapons in his shadow.
Mine knew when to use fear and kindness, like a true Sith. He quickly waved several hand motions and -the now- twenty-six man strong Sith unit marched into the Frieghter. The veterans knew the spaces would be cramped, but they also knew Mine would fix that.