The Rebel Faction

Orders did not come until well into the invasion.
The sounds of turbolaser fire, explosions and carnage, had made it this far beyond the city and Sadow knew he would not be safe to remain here much longer, luckily, command had arrived.

Worried expressions sagged across the victims of his captivation, and Sadow reveled in this.
Secured were their voices and their signatures. Documents had been made and were ready to present to his master. Offical claims to half of the planet. Brute force and offical diplomacy.
Thinking over what wishes his Lord might have, Sadow continued to pace up and down the line.
It was then that his communicator bliped, the incoming word of his master.
"My Lord," began Sadow, reverance in his tone," I have done all that you asked and have aquired the documention you desired. I have the hostages here."
The reply had been brief and to the point, as the Dark Lord often was. "Kill them, get to the extraction point."
Bliping again, the communicator signaled a closed signal.

Immediate whines and cries of dispair began from the younger among his hostages. They had been within earshot of his masters words. Fates sealed, begging for mercy was the natural step for such weak souls.
Whimpers of desperation ringing in his ears, Sadow grinned. It was time for him to have some fun. Five times over.
Expression turning cold, unemtional, in full armor, Executor Sadow loomed up before them, filling their vision with black.

Bodies were strung from wall to cealing, each delicatly taken apart in different ways. Various methods of exection and torture were evident in his work. This cabin was now a testiment to his skills. A work of art.
Untrained eyes would tear and swell at the sight of such a thing, but the Executor just smiled. Sublime in the appreication of his own magnificance.
Blood dripped from suspended bodys and strewen bits.

Shutting the cabin door as he stepped from within, Sadow took in the destruction, evident even this far from the city.
This far from the centers of attack.
Moving to the speeder he had stowed behind the cabin, Sadow was struck with a moment of pause.
Like a wave of darkness breaking over him, he could virtually feel the might of the world crumble as one and submit to the rule of its new dominators. To the will of Dark Lord Maim.
A sigh passed his lips as he reveled in the darkness of it all. The massive loss of life in such traumatic a fashion. It was a world that would remember the Sith for a very, very long time to come.

Feilds and crushed settlements passed below the speeder, moving along the planets surface at 25 meters.
Bodies of broken and bloody Arkanians lay burnt and crisped here and there, no one spared the passing of the sith army.
Houses, crops and natural growth burnt and cast a cloud of omniprsent smog. It blocked the light from above and cast the ground in a look of shadow and loss.
Smiling, pleased, he gunned the throttle and took the speeder up to speed.
Passing wide around one of the cities, a center of distruction, even he was surprised at the damage.
Once impressive and sweeping towers and pillars lay crumbled and broken. Citadels and buildings topled into one another and the cries of tortured Arkanians rang.
Troops of the Sith saluted him as he passed, taking momentary pause in their exection of countless numbers.
Already segragation was occuring, strong being seperated from weak. Male from female and young from old.
They would soon be rounded up into groups of slaves and workers, or those to be executed. Swift was the takeover of planets that fell to the sith.
Realising he had slowed to take in the awe of the scope of damage, the speeder kicked back up and roared off to reunite the Executor with his Dark Lord.


On a bent knee, the Executor adressed Maim and other assembled sith.
"This world is ours. In force and in diplomacy. By all offical counts and by the Dark Force, Arkania is again in the posession of the Sith Empire."
Raising, he presented the documentation to Maim, as he was sure he would now be dispacted to aquire from the remaining independants.
Worlds fell swiftly to the wrath of the Sith, and soon after, fell to the manuvering of the Sith. No need to plot in darkness, this Empire could move foreward any where it liked.
When ever it liked. Two planets in so few days...


The question was. Who would fall next.