Chapter 2

The Emperors Wrath was an adequate title. Darth Vosif liked the title. He wore it with pride and made sure that everyone knew it. It was his duty to carry out the will of the Emperor. He was the Emperors personal weapon. An Assassin, General, Emissary, all rolled into one. If there was discontent from anyone in the Empire it was his job to silence it.

The night sky was clear and the air was warm, and Darth Vosif was hating every second of it. He longed to finish his mission here and return to Dromund Kaas. Where the weather was pleasant. The thing he hated most was the dirt of this world. There was no vegetation over a foot tall, and the trees were thick and had almost no leaves.

The confirmation beep from his com snapped Vosif out of his homesickness. He narrowed his yellow eyes and stared at the small village. The signal meant that his men had surrounded the town and had all escape exits cut off.

Most of his forces were just troopers with blasters. Not worth much but good for what he used them for. His strike team however was a unit of trained Sith Assassins. They had spent most of their lives training in the art of stealth and killing and were some of the best the empire had to offer. It would be their job to sneak into the town and start the bloodshed.

Darth Vosif wanted nothing more then to go in with them and indulge himself in the massacre that was about to ensue but he remained where he was. He knew that the most powerful weapon was fear and that people always feared the unknown. By staying in the shadows and rarely involving himself he remained unknown.

Vosif pulled the com device out of a pouch on his belt and held it up to his mouth. "Shadow team move in."

The orders were simple. Leave none alive. He knew good and well that people in this town had been giving aid to the insurgents that had been causing trouble on the outer systems. He was sent here by the Emperor to make an example out of them. To give a clear message that to give aid to the enemy was death.

To Vosif sedition was like an infection. If left untreated then it would only spread until it killed the body. The only way to effectively stop the infection was cut it out and anything it might have come in contact with. Else one risked that some might escape and come back later.

That was why he had to purge the whole town. If any one of them survived then it was possible that the infection would continue to spread, and he would just have to slaughter more latter. Not to mention that it would be a failure on his part letting the traitorous influence spread. He had to take care of them all tonight and make sure that it died with them.

When the night was done he would send a message over the broadcast system informing the masses what had happened here and why. Enforcing that they had gone against the will of the Emperor and what they received was merciful and just. That their actions were to protect them from the danger that they may have caused. The people would understand and they would agree that what he did this night was necessary.

From his vantage point on top of the mountain Vosif could see the twelve figures moving into the town. To anyone else they would have just looked like flickers of shadows in the moonlight but Vosif could see them as plain as anyone else. He was born blind and if he had been anything other than of the Sith bloodline he probably would have been killed at birth. His family's high standing was all that saved him.

It did not take long though for people to notice that he could move around as if he could see. Turned out that Vosif was so powerful in the force even at a young age that he could see through the force. His family had always been known for its strong force wielders but he exceeded them all.

The Sith Assassins started to move into the homes on the outskirts of the town and Vosif could see as the lives inside the buildings were extinguished. Vosif took a deep breath as he sucked in the pain and anguish from the people as they cried out just before they died.

The Assassins had only cleared half the town before the alarm was raised. Vosif sighed. Now things were going to get messy. While he did not mind carnage and destruction but the more people that were alerted to the danger there was a grater chance that one might escape. He would sculled his assassins when this was over. They should have been able to clear the whole town without anyone noticing.

Vosif held the com to his mouth as the villagers started run out of their homes to mount their defense. "All troopers stand by. Be prepared to open fire,"

The Sith Assassins did their jobs well. Still invisible to all but Vosif they spread out and took out the towns people one at a time. In a manner of minutes most of the people were dead and the rest started to flee.

Here we go. Vosif raised his com one last time. "Fire team 3 and 8 you have inbound targets. Fire when ready."

In a few moments the people ran out of the town and the troopers taking cover opened fired dropping them all in a manner of moments.

Vosif gave the battle ground a once over making sure that none had survived. Satisfied he ordered the Sith Team back to the base while one of the trooper teams stayed behind just to make sure. He was not going to let one of these traitors live just because he was too hasty to get out of here.

Vosif brushed the dirt off of his robes before turning and walking back to the swoop bike he had waiting there. He would be back at base before any of the others leaving them to wonder if he had ever truly left at all. Once everyone had returned they would finally be able to return to Dromund Kaas. How he missed the rain but more he missed the cold.