Post by Grand Inquisitor Zariel on Apr 7, 2020 23:08:40 GMT -8
Her legions landed. A host of Diarchy troopers moved across the planet, engaging the enemy at key locations. Locations key in diverting the enemy attention from the Inquisitor and her Dark Jedi. Zariel and her minions were quick at their work, gaining entry into the fortified villa of the planets slaver leaders. And once inside, all stealth was thrown aside, as a hound master dropping the leashes of starved dogs in a pin of sheep. The slaughter was absolute. The once opulent palace was marred by lightsaber scouring and plasma burns. Even a fair few craters from grenades thrown and then returned with the Force. Not to mention the blood and bodies. Cast aside like the once living garbage they were. From the communications room a signal was sent planet wide of the carnage that had befallen the despotic leadership, and a warning that a similar fate would befall all those who continued to resist. One hour was given for the defenders to accept the unconditional surrender, or face utter destruction. The usually sullen and board inquisitor cracked a smile when the first responce of "Get spaced!" came back across the communication unit. So the fun wasn't finished.