Dromund Kaas
Dark Citadel
“Failure is intorable and will not be accepted by Captain…Your continued failures are treason to the Imperial War Effort.” Darth Krujas formed the man calmly but beneath the controlled tone and commanding presence there was an undertone of sadistic glee. The Captain in question was being suspended by the Force in the Air his form literally being levitated and an almost crushing pressure just snaking and forming a vice around his throat.
Krujas had done this intentionally and he had slowly applied more and more power through the force; if he wanted he could have obliterated the man’s neck with a single twist of his arm.
“Now Captain as the Commander of this operation your ultimate fate is within in my hands.” Darth Krujas informed and he could have sworn that despite being slowly strangled to death and his body being forcefully suspended nearly three meters in the air that he had heard a whimper.
All throughout the Citadel people were just walking by this scene; the Imperial Military like all things within the empire was subservient to the Sith . there would be no aid, no assistance and no consequence for his removal from the operation. The Fear of the Imperial Officer felt like a torrent to the Sith Lord and he enjoyed basking in the horror and primordial fear he had achieved here but that also meant his fun was just about done.
The Captain’s mind would soon snap and his sanity would be lost due to the continually growing fear within his mind; Fear of what was being done now, what could be done to him and what would be done to him by the Sith in the coming days. But fortunately for the Captain , Vurk had other concerns so he would wrap this up now rather than draw it out.
“Good bye Captain.” The Sith stated before simply crushing the man’s larynx completely once and for all with but a singular movement of his Hand; it took all of half a second to do and the Imperial instantly hit the cold stone floor of the Command deck but didn’t rise. His form still and that of yet another corpse left in the wake of a displeased Sith.
With a disgusted grunt at the man’s cowardice and weakness at the end of his existence the Sith turned away; Coward and failure he might have been but the Captain had raised a valid point before his destruction.
The Imperial Forces were spread thin across the galaxy with the majority of the veteran legions and war fleets being held back in preparation of the Empire’s eventual Core Ward Push the Republic had unleashed its own veteran forces had scored a series of minor victories and secured useful positions; The fact the Imperial Fleet was having to converge to Dromund Kaas would just further compound the problem.
Republic Intelligence would undoubably see the Fleet movements for what they were; The Empire had finally had enough and was preparing for full scale total war once again.
As the Sith departed the Scene the fallen captain’s form was quickly dragged away by on duty Personal and the Dark Lord once again resumed his meditations he still had a considerable number of people coming in to visit him at the Citadel today not to mention a growing list of approvals and requisition forms he would have to get to at one point.
“Sometimes I think my master was right…Have a few apprentices just to keep the Military Garbage from building up.” He muttered with frustration but in truth that was just a veil; His emotions served him and he could voice nearly any at will due to his command of the force being fueled by his baser emotions and instincts he like all Sith had been taught to nurture and draw out and build upon his rage.
However Vurk unlike the majority of Sith had mastered a an ability that was far rarer and one that had practical non battlefield applications; The Ability to feign emotions. While they often weren’t genuine and thus anyone with a connection to the force could sense the deception it was overly convincing to those that lacked that insight and thus was useful for motivating his staff and allies alike.
“Lieutenant.” The Sith Lord called out simply and before he had closed hiss mouth the Chiss had appeared by his side.
“Yes my lord?” The Blue Skinned Alien responded.
“How goes the fleet build up so far?” He questioned he was actually curious about that having not seen any reports upon that nor had asked before.
“Almost a quarter of the planned upon forces have converged upon Dromund Kaas so far my Lord. Sixteen Dreadnaughts, Almost Four Dozen Carriers and Destroyers and nineteen frigates; And the Fleet isn’t even complete yet my lord.” The Chiss repeated with obvious pride.
“And the Ground Forces?”
“Sixteen Companies have been called in and have arrived so far; With a dozen more expected within the next few hours.”
“Special Operations Battalions are also coming I assume?”
“I would assume so my Lord although I haven’t seen any mention of their arrival or planned field strength in any of the logs.”
“I don’t suppose they would bother with logging now would they?” The Sith Lord stated with obvious amusement.
“No I suppose not.” The red eyed alien remarked.
