Chapter 5: Isn't as easy as it looks.

The elevator ride was silent, and tense. I could feel the tension, the fear almost, of what we were about to do. On the ride down, I catch the eye of one of my men, Karya. His green eyes look at my own, and a small smirk slides onto his face. He knew what I wanted him to do, and I hope that he did follow his orders to the letter, even if he didn't know all of them.

Suddenly, the door opened, and standing in front of us, behind a desk, was Dalon. The Twi'lek looked at us with her brown eyes as we disembarked from the elevator.

"Welcome back sir" She stated in Ryl, her native tongue. This wasn't uncommon, for an alien to speak their own language over Galactic Basic; in fact, it was more uncommon to have them speaking it. Thankfully, the Sith had ensured that understanding their language wasn't necessary. Neural translators made it so her language was translated straight to Galactic Basic for me, a life saver "Is there anything you requi..." Her sentence was never finished, as a blaster bolt crashed into her body. While this shot wouldn't normally by lethal, Dalon wasn't wearing any armour of any kind; she was wearing her civilian clothes.

I quickly turn my head, to see Karya, blaster in hand. The young man was standing right next to me, and I could see the excitement in his eyes. They were looking at the now lifeless body of Dalon, a civilian...a civilian. I felt something rise within me, and my lips tightened and I slowly closed my eyes. I felt air start flowing through my nose, and I opened my eyes again, looking at Dalons' eyes, those brown eyes that used to be alive, now nothing more than a corpse.

"Karya" I say, my voice much lower than I had planned, I could feel it shaking as I tried to contain the desires inside of my body "What the actual FUCK WAS THAT FOR?!" I scream at him, turning to face him directly. The excitement from him vanished instantly, as he stuttered backwards, his right hand which held his blaster shaking.

"B-but, I thought you said I had to k-kill her" he stuttered, as I hear the sound of teeth being grinded on more teeth, before I realize the pressure in my jaw, and that the noise was coming from me. I slowly reach into my belt, and pull out my own blaster pistol. I point it against at Karya, my own arm shaking, but for a much different reason than fear.

"I said that, Only if she would sound the alarm!" I felt more desires race around my body, and as I looked at Dalon, a dead civilian, I couldn't stop myself. I looked him dead in the eyes, and pulled on the trigger, multiply times. I felt the recoil in my arm as shot after shot came out of my blaster, but each blaster bolt hit its' mark, Karya's' chest. He slumped onto the ground after the fifth shot, and after another five times of pulling the trigger, I finally stopped. I looked down at his body, feeling no pleasure in doing such an action. I felt the rage inside of me linger, as I turned to everyone else.

"Rule 1 hasn't changed. No civilian casualties, now lets' more" I say, looking down one final time at Karya's' corpse before moving my legs towards the entrance of the base. I hear each step I take echo loudly in my ears, my heart thumping in my chest, and I look down one last time, at Dalon's body.

She was an innocent, sure she worked at the Sith Base, but she was a civilian just trying to survive on Taris. Her death was meaningless, pointless. It achieved nothing, and it still happened. Karya was a Sith private, a 'greeny' as we often called them. I'd manipulated him, saying it was a test. But, he still shot a civilian. Such acts of cruelty were trademark of Sith, trying to prove a point with threats and a blaster. I lean down to her still warm corpse, and slowly close her eyes. She may have been dead, but even the dead deserve respect.

Standing up, I press the button opening the door to the base, and start walking, hearing the echoing footsteps of those behind me. Twelve came in, and one of us was already dead. We walked past the doors to the first barracks, and the medical bay. They should be empty, and were just distractions to the key card which sat in the hands of the current base operations commander, and their second in command. I open the next door at the end of the straight, eventless corridor. Behind the door, was something I hadn't anticipated. Sith War droids, two of them were standing straight in front of us, right in front of the primary elevator door to the Governors' private quarters. I take a look at the droids weaponry; they were holding Sith Assault Blasters. The standard issue among Sith troops, nothing too scary, but with droids wielding them, their aim is extremely good.

I nod to everyone, as we planned. I slide my arm onto my pack, pulling my rifle off my back. I looked around at my tea, each of us was holding one blaster or another, and each currently pointed at the ground. The droid sensors were set so that they would engage when one of several requirements were met, and we were about to meet several of them. I open my mouth to make an order; right at the elevator door in front of us opens. Standing inside, was something I was not looking forward to seeing. The operation commander was an old man, I'd guess 50 years old. His hair was greying, his blue eyes look dull and he stands with the posture as if someone rammed a stick up his ass and up his spine. He walked out of the elevator, along with a small escort of four Sith troops. That's when his dull eyes crossed my own, and his brow changed from just wrinkly on his pale white skin, into that of a frown.

"Captain Phillips, I must confess I am surprised. I recall ordering you to assist in the active deployment of troops in your raid. You should be out there, not in the base wearing, that" he says, which much disgust, but nothing more. He didn't suspect our real purpose as I glance down at what I was wearing. It was a grey Heavy Combat suit. Not the prettiest piece of armour, but it had done by me well. It had saved my life many times.

"Commander Anderson" I reply in a dull, monotonous voice "The troops have all been deployed, and I have given the other captains orders to contact me if something occurs. As for my choice of equipment, a good friend gave me this, his name, oh I love the guy, and his name was Hawk" I say, and instantly, me and my whole team react.

The code word for disaster was Hawk, I'd told my team that before we started. It was a precaution, used for cases where we needed an answer that would have to be instantaneous; I didn't have time to tell them what to do. Thankfully, it was part of Sith training, code words. You pick an obscure word that you wouldn't say normally, and when shit hits the fan, you mix it into a sentence. Normally, this tactic works effectively; however, I see the look in the Commanders' eyes. The moment the word Hawk was said, I saw understanding on his face; his frown vanished within milliseconds, a new record if there was any.

I raise my blaster, and pull the trigger back. The bold comes flying out the rifle and flies straight into the Sith War Droid, blowing its' head to pieces. I hear more blaster bolts being fired, as eleven other blasters started firing at the Commander and his escorts. However, our fire wasn't unmatched. The remaining Sith War Droid, along with the Commander and his escorts, had drawn their weapons and were firing back. The plan to wipe the droids out quickly and sneak onto the elevator had done down the shitter faster than I expected.

I quickly shift my aim, now pointing at the remaining War Droid, and pull the trigger once, as the bolt hits the droids head, exploding similar to that of a watermelon.

I quickly look around, taking in the battle. Out of the Commanders original escorts, two War Droids, four regular troops and himself, it was just the Commander himself and one of the regular troops left. I notice the Commander pointing his blaster at me, and I quickly duck, his shot going high. I lower one of my knees' onto the ground, taking a crouching position, my rifles' sights looking straight at the Commanders' chest.

"You're all Traitors!" He cried out, rage and fury filling his voice to the brim as he turned his blaster to another of my squad, blasting them down.

I pull my trigger, and my shot hit its' mark, the Commander right in the chest. He collapsed onto the ground, his eyes staring at the white roof. I stand up, seeing the final troop under his command falling to the ground, dead. I walk up to the commander, looking down at him.

"Traitors to the Sith, perhaps, but the Sith are tyrants. They rule with force and fear, that isn't a future that we want" I lower my rifle, pointing it at the Commanders chest as the life slowly seeps out of him, making a small pool on the ground "Count this as my resignation, sir" I pull the trigger one final time, and turn around. I felt my heart become heavy at what I saw.

I had come into the base with a total of eleven troops, my squad, not including myself. Standing before me, was only two others. We had lost nine of our own in that firefight, leaving just myself, Amanda and Sul'lek. Sul'lek, the Twi'lek looked relatively unharmed, but Amanda, wasn't so lucky. She'd caught several blasts, and was on the ground gripping her shoulder in pain. I felt my legs rushing over to her, crouching down to her.

"Sergeant, are you ok? Can you go on?" I asked, even though only Sul'lek was left, we had to keep our cover. She looked up at me, and she was a sorry sight. Her hair was a mess, blood had splattered onto her face and she was biting her lip, trying to hold back the pain she was in.

"I'll be ok Captain, but I can't go on. The Commander caught my shoulder, I'll survive, but my arm is out of it. You'll have to continue without me" I grabbed her hand tightly, squeezing it. I reach into my belt, pulling out the Elevator card and placing it in her hand.

"Take this; someone else will come into the base soon. Jax Fields, he's a friend of mine. When you see him, give him the card and tell him to follow me up the elevator, alright? He'll help us escape this place" I ask her, and she nods her head in understanding.

"Roger that, s-sir, give the cards to Jax Fields, wait for you to come back, escape this planet" she repeated, much to my pleasure. I stand up, looking at the Twi'lek. My original plan involved everyone, now, we would have to improvise. I walk over to the Commanders body, picking up his key card and opening the elevator. Stepping inside with the Twi'lek, the doors close and the elevator started going up.

The Sul'lek looked at me "Sir, how do you plan on doing this? I doubt we can take the Governor alone" he said in Ryl, his native tongue.

"Trust me, I go an idea, you've just gotta make sure you follow it. We have allies on the way, Republic allies, and I plan on making use of that"