Post by Kayura on Aug 26, 2007 17:46:20 GMT -5
There was excitement among the ranks as they stood, waiting. In long rows across the hangar, men stood waiting for thier orders. Instead of military uniforms, they were now clad in what appeared to be civillain flight suits. A mix of anticipation and adrenaline flowed in the room and finally, there was clammor as a black-cloaked figure in the room entered and called, "Comapny sa-lute, Dark Lord on deck!"
Not long after, the doors opened again with the small but impressive figure walking in flanked by two massive, ever-hungry looking beasts. The black-cloaked figure didn't walk in as the first had. Instead, it seemd that this one drifted in with spectral silence and grace. The two beasts at either side of her stared out with golden eyes as if to pick which among them would be picked as a next meal. Without a word, the hood was pulled back to reveal a hauntingly beautiful face. Outside of the brass, they were the first to see the face of the new Dark Lord. It did come as a surprise to learn that Ultra One was a woman.
Staring back at them was a placid looking moon-white face. In spite of the yellow eyes lined in red and the red arc that placidly smiled back at them, there was something in this short figure that began to draw fear out of them. Perhaps it was the two horse-sized wolves at either side obeying her silent commands. Perhaps it was the scimitar hanging almost proudly from the broad obi at her waist. They nearly jumped when that haunting figure spoke softly, "Gentlemen, you are standing here to begin what is to be a historical event. You stand here not as mere soldiers carrying out an order, you are now indespensible to the rise of a new order. You, the Red Hand have always been an indespensible force working to preserve the empire. Your efforts have largely gone unsung. Today is different."
She looked the all over as they stood to perfect attention. "Once again we play our dangerous game. Since the last Hyperspace War we have fallen silent. The Galaxy has since grown complacent. Last time we fought, many of you were still children if born at all. It is at a time like this there would be thousands more of you standing in full uniform preparing for an assault mission." She paused and began to pace down the front row, "Today it is just the few of you and you will be credited with the first attack in a new kind of mission. The Red Hand has already been credited with the success in the Roche Asteroids and the to-date successful fleet ops. This new kind of mission wil be far more subtle and will require from you all greater discipline. Each of you have been hand-picked because most of you are from Corellia."
She turned and sloly drifted back up the row still speaking with the soft yet unnaturally powerful voice, "You best know the native defenses and you all left disgusted with the growing presence of the Galactic Republic." She watched as faces hardened, "Now it will be you who will be that needed spark to separate your home planet from the ever-tightening grip of the Republic. You will go, disguised as pirates and you will send them the needed message that the Republic is not welcome on Corellia. You will be the first brave souls to see direct conflict with the Republic. If you are sucessful, then you will liberate your home world from the clutches of the Republic. We cannot afford for them to take Corellia."
She paced back to the center and thought silently to herself and the dead listening in, If you fail gentlemen, then there will be a far higher price to be paid upon your return. No, you will not die, but rather beg for that instead. Especially if these maneuvers are enough to convince the Mandalorians to at least side with us. She cleared her throat and spoke with a voice that almost boomed for the power of it, "Gentlemen, you will go out and not only liberate Corellia from the Republic, but you will be the speahead for a new galactic order." She didn't dare say the word "empire" here, not while she was toying with huamn senses of loyalty. They had already sworn thier allegiance to the Sith Empire when they frst put on thier uniforms. Now she was counting on thier fierce loyalty to thier home planet to get them to carry out the grim task of an assault. Wearing an expression that sent shivers throught a few of them, her voice boomed, "Gentlemen, will you take this assignment?"
There was no fear, no hesitation, only a small chorus of, "MA'AM YES MA'AM!"
"Very well then gentlemen, your orders stand. You will go out and you will risk your lives as a last-ditch effort to prove to the galaxy that the republic is a threat after all." She paused before she finished, "May the Force be with you, gentlmen."
The pilots all saluted at once, in an echoing boom. Carefully, she returned the gesture as she knew she was thier Commander in Chief. She didn't have to call out the word that they were dismissed, they all seemed to know and immediately scrambled for the substitute ramshackle fighters. She knew thier commanders had already briefed them in full before she had filed thier heads with ideas of saving thier home planet. As she turned and walked away, she mused at how easy it was to manupulate the human mind and how easy it was to convice them to kill. It was further proof that the Sith were clearly superior and thusly deserved to rule the galaxy. The Sith Empire was likely to last far longer than the Republic--it already had.
Not long after, the doors opened again with the small but impressive figure walking in flanked by two massive, ever-hungry looking beasts. The black-cloaked figure didn't walk in as the first had. Instead, it seemd that this one drifted in with spectral silence and grace. The two beasts at either side of her stared out with golden eyes as if to pick which among them would be picked as a next meal. Without a word, the hood was pulled back to reveal a hauntingly beautiful face. Outside of the brass, they were the first to see the face of the new Dark Lord. It did come as a surprise to learn that Ultra One was a woman.
Staring back at them was a placid looking moon-white face. In spite of the yellow eyes lined in red and the red arc that placidly smiled back at them, there was something in this short figure that began to draw fear out of them. Perhaps it was the two horse-sized wolves at either side obeying her silent commands. Perhaps it was the scimitar hanging almost proudly from the broad obi at her waist. They nearly jumped when that haunting figure spoke softly, "Gentlemen, you are standing here to begin what is to be a historical event. You stand here not as mere soldiers carrying out an order, you are now indespensible to the rise of a new order. You, the Red Hand have always been an indespensible force working to preserve the empire. Your efforts have largely gone unsung. Today is different."
She looked the all over as they stood to perfect attention. "Once again we play our dangerous game. Since the last Hyperspace War we have fallen silent. The Galaxy has since grown complacent. Last time we fought, many of you were still children if born at all. It is at a time like this there would be thousands more of you standing in full uniform preparing for an assault mission." She paused and began to pace down the front row, "Today it is just the few of you and you will be credited with the first attack in a new kind of mission. The Red Hand has already been credited with the success in the Roche Asteroids and the to-date successful fleet ops. This new kind of mission wil be far more subtle and will require from you all greater discipline. Each of you have been hand-picked because most of you are from Corellia."
She turned and sloly drifted back up the row still speaking with the soft yet unnaturally powerful voice, "You best know the native defenses and you all left disgusted with the growing presence of the Galactic Republic." She watched as faces hardened, "Now it will be you who will be that needed spark to separate your home planet from the ever-tightening grip of the Republic. You will go, disguised as pirates and you will send them the needed message that the Republic is not welcome on Corellia. You will be the first brave souls to see direct conflict with the Republic. If you are sucessful, then you will liberate your home world from the clutches of the Republic. We cannot afford for them to take Corellia."
She paced back to the center and thought silently to herself and the dead listening in, If you fail gentlemen, then there will be a far higher price to be paid upon your return. No, you will not die, but rather beg for that instead. Especially if these maneuvers are enough to convince the Mandalorians to at least side with us. She cleared her throat and spoke with a voice that almost boomed for the power of it, "Gentlemen, you will go out and not only liberate Corellia from the Republic, but you will be the speahead for a new galactic order." She didn't dare say the word "empire" here, not while she was toying with huamn senses of loyalty. They had already sworn thier allegiance to the Sith Empire when they frst put on thier uniforms. Now she was counting on thier fierce loyalty to thier home planet to get them to carry out the grim task of an assault. Wearing an expression that sent shivers throught a few of them, her voice boomed, "Gentlemen, will you take this assignment?"
There was no fear, no hesitation, only a small chorus of, "MA'AM YES MA'AM!"
"Very well then gentlemen, your orders stand. You will go out and you will risk your lives as a last-ditch effort to prove to the galaxy that the republic is a threat after all." She paused before she finished, "May the Force be with you, gentlmen."
The pilots all saluted at once, in an echoing boom. Carefully, she returned the gesture as she knew she was thier Commander in Chief. She didn't have to call out the word that they were dismissed, they all seemed to know and immediately scrambled for the substitute ramshackle fighters. She knew thier commanders had already briefed them in full before she had filed thier heads with ideas of saving thier home planet. As she turned and walked away, she mused at how easy it was to manupulate the human mind and how easy it was to convice them to kill. It was further proof that the Sith were clearly superior and thusly deserved to rule the galaxy. The Sith Empire was likely to last far longer than the Republic--it already had.
