Hello everyone. I lied. It took longer than I thought, but here it is. If your going to hate me use that and direct it towards the jedi scum, not the empire. We get enough hate mail as it is. I have been "researching" the characters on Star Wars the Old Republic and I'm thinking about if I should have Dragothis play a role in the Outlander story, but I've hit a major snag. I can't decide who the Outlander should be. Please tell me who you want. Its entirely up to you.
Chapter Four: A Show of True Power
Moff Pereus, commander of the Bloodworthy, Conquerer of Caranchor, looked on at the oncoming republic fleet and knew that they were dead. Thirteen Valor-class dreadnoughts against only three Harrower's. Even with one of the twelve most powerful sith in command, there was no way they could defeat that many foes. The Dark Council member, Darth Dragothis, was sitting quietly in his command chair, much like he had for the entire trip to the planet they were orbiting. It was a backwater of a planet, called Arachord, but apparently it held a large amount of value to the republic.
Dragothis was wearing his usual attire, at least what Moff Pereus thought to be his usual attire. The chestplate many sith warriors wore, along with a different version of the mask that usually was worn with it. This one was darker, more sinister and vicious looking. Over all of that he had simple black robes.
He's insane, Pereus thought, who would lead themselves and others into certain doom? Granted there was no way to know there were thirteen dreadnaughts blocking them, without recon, but that was even at the Councilor's request. Pereus wasn't even sure if the sith was a councilor. It could have been an impostor but the few sith the councilor hadn't brought aboard for the trip had all stayed a fair distance from the man. Pereus knew fear when he saw it.
"Moff Pereus." The Councilor said, his deep voice almost seeming to echo in on it self, "How long until the republic fleet comes into firing range?"
"Ten minutes, my lord." Moff Pereus said, standing up straight for the imminent orders.
"Good." Dragothis said, simply, "Hold the fleet here."
Dragothis' head bowed down, even as Pereus acknowledged the order. Suddenly Pereus felt the temperature in the room drop a few degrees. He could tell the crew could feel it, as he glanced at some of them shivering slightly. Even one or two of the sith were uneasy. He may not have the Force, but Pereus could read body language like an open book.
"Sir!" The comm officer, a man named Sterrek, said, "I'm getting strange readings from the republic fleets weaponry."
"What are they." Moff Pereus asked, fearing the worst. Perhaps the republic had developed some sort of long range turbolasers, or a new super weapon.
"They appear to be coming online, but…" Sterrek trailed off, mid-sentence.
"What's wrong, speak man." Moff Pereus chided, annoyed.
"They appear to be targeting one another, not us." Sterrek said, confused.
Flashes of light began to appear among the republic fleet, and the Bloodworthy's crew looked on, confused and incredulous, as turbolasers lanced from one republic ship to another, tearing through each of the ships, almost methodically. First the friendly fire was directed onto the engines, then the shield generators, then torpedo mounts, and finally onto the bridge and other weaponry. Pereus glance over at Dragothis to see if he too was stunned, but the Darth still had his head bowed. He hadn't moved an inch, but there was something different about him. It took Pereus a moment, but he finally noticed the wisps of some purple mist peeling off of the Sith Lord like dead skin.
Is he causing this? Pereus thought, even more confused and mystified, as he looked back at the show of destruction.
The fire continued for about fifteen minutes, until only one ship remained, badly damaged, and on minimum power. It was then that Dragothis rose from his command chair and strode to the front of the bridge.
"Moff Pereus, direct all fire on the final cruiser." Dragothis said, not wavering for a moment.
"Yes, my lord." Pereus repied, before turning to the gunner. "All forward turbolasers fire."
Green lasers lanced out from the BloodWorthy's forward cannons, easily ripping through the final republic ship. It took about three minutes.
As the Bloodworthy and the other Harrowers, the Triumphant and the Vicious Fury, moved in towards the planet, Pereus glanced once more at the Sith Lord he stood behind.
Should he be confident… or terrified?
I have nothing to say. Most of it is on the top. I have no idea when the next chapter will come out. I'm sorry but other than swtor I have a lot of stuff on my plate. And sorry Pamela but I don't think Scourge will be in here. Im sorry. :(