IC: Commander Threntel
Coruscant – Jedi Temple District
At times, it seemed like the rubble of the Jedi Temple still smoked under the boots of the Final Sith Order’s army. The crumbled walls and ruined streets made the city unrecognizable. Once a strong-standing symbol of hope for the galaxy, it was now laid waste to, devoid of all former beauty.
A warrior in armor from times now past surveyed the scene, his plastoid boots further shattering the broken glass fallen from the windows of the now-desolate temple. His vision was painted red from behind the eyes of the Galactic Empire-era stormtrooper’s helmet he wore, a red centurion’s plume arching along the crest. His surveyance showed only dead bodies, mostly Jedi, strewn about the ruins. No survivors hid here, at the very least.
“Commander Threntel,” he heard a voice say, turning to face the oncoming Sith trooper. He carried a datapad which he handed to the commander. “We have tracked the fleeing Jedi towards the Crimson Corridor district. We were not able to pursue, as they detected some of our scouts, so we only have a rough estimate of their location, but they cannot be further than that.”
Threntel put a hand to the chin of his helm, contemplating. “Well done, trooper. This intel is good. Alert Officer Rashaan of this development. I’ll be there to lead them shortly.”
“Yes sir,” the trooper replied, saluting before making his exit, leaving Threntel alone once more.
He felt the buzz of his holocommunicatior and withdrew it swiftly. The cerulean light moulded into the shape of his master’s upper body, spiked, skeletal armor with a matching visage staring up at him through dead eyes.
“Commander Threntel, I understand that the Jedi remain on the planet and have holed up. You still have work to do,” Lord Xarxes growled.
“Hail, Lord Xarxes,” said the commander, bowing his head and crossing his free hand across his chest in salute. “Indeed. My scouts have informed me they are making their stand in the Crimson Corridor district, or somewhere near it. We are preparing to move on them.”
“No, commander,” barked the Sith. “I want that temple controlled. Do not abandon it. Smoke them out, hold the temple, and when their hiding place is emptied, I shall join you. In the meantime, another matter requires my attention. I trust you to utilize my resources well.”
The zealous commander nodded, the plume of his antiquated helm rustling in Coruscant’s soft wind, the eye shield glinting in the fading light of the sunset. “It shall be done, my Lord.”
The Dark Lord nodded, before two other figures walked into the sapphire light. These ones were shorter, but equally burly, bearing white and red ragged cloth around fearsome armor. Their faces were hooded and cowled, and all that could be seen of their faces were piercing, horrifying eyes.
“These are my Zealots. I am sending three down to the planet to be at your beck and call. They will ensure your progress remains on track.”
Threntel was thankful for the extra muscle, but knew very well what the Sith’s words meant. Be effective, or you will be killed. Somehow, these unspoken threats felt much more real when alluded to by Xarxes than other Sith, and Threntel bowed his head in affirmation. The hologram was cut, and Threntel looked towards the neighboring district. Somewhere out there, the Jedi lay in wait to mount an assault, to reclaim their home.
Threntel would not allow it.
//OOC
Players from the Sith side of the war may reply and should use this thread as a space for roleplaying purposes, while combat should be moved to the CORUSCANT/BOTH SIDES thread.//