With the landing now finished. Athena stood to her feet. Then making her way down the ramp she looked at the line of men standing there. She shook her head.

" Do with them as you like Kile, just make sure they kill everything that stands in their way. "

Athena looked to the left then the right. Finding the best passage into the Shadows. She walked from site and into the night out to find her beloved who she could feel was not to far away. Slinking in and out of light, Athena silently killed four people as she passed them just for the fun of it. As long as she was allowed to kill and make a mess, she was happy.

Lord Rann's assault force had landed at it's designated area, which was a small settlement in the rural areas of the planet. Hardly a good target for a military task force, but the force would sweep across the planet like a firestorm, consuming the smaller settlements and until finally closing in on the larger cities. A rare military tactic, only focused on the whole sale destruction of the planet's inhabitants.

Of course the Sith Lord did not care for the mass destruction of the Arkanians, he was only interested in the Jedi and Sith ruins upon the planet, and completing the Dark Lord's orders as well. That was why Rann had placed Colonel Nyrox in charge of his task force. He knew the Colonel would complete his bidding, while he took his personal troops to search for any Jedi Knights that would be defending their anicent relics.

A white armored being approached the Sith Lord from behind, as he viewed the battle scene from high atop the cliff. He gave Rann a quick bow. "My Lord, both of the Darktrooper Teams have deployed and are at your command."

"Good," Dyans said as he turned from the battle. "Have them fan out and surround the ruins of the Jedi Academy, under stealth. If there are any inhabitants I do not want them alerted of our presence." The Sith Lord strode past the officer, who was giving out the orders in his helmet comset, and to the direction of the ruins. He wanted his troops hidden from view, but not himself, he wanted the Jedi to see him coming.

Zerxes strode through the corridors of the Sovereign-class Star Destroyer Procurator. He had sensed his Master and wished to be with him during the mission. He had left his room, and was heading for the turbolift that would take him down to the hangar bay.

He walked past many troopers, and the like. The weaker ones cringed as he passed. Some stared, and others snarled at him. He entered the turbolift and shot down to the hangar bay.

Striding into the bay, he sensed his Master on the lone dropship in the bay. He strode over to the ship and entered it. Walking to the forward compartment, he entered and bowed to his Master.

"Master, I wish to assist you on the planet. Of course you don't need my assistance, but I have a great hunger for the causing of pain."

The Sovereign Protector nodded to his Mistress Athena. She was powerful, indeed, but she carried a warmth that surprised him. Her voice tickled his spine with a sensation of pleasure. He knew he should not have such feelings about here, but he could not help himself. She was the only woman who had ever made him feel this way.

However, he would not let that stand in the way of his mission.

The Crimson Protector, swift hand of justice and deliverer of death, moved forward silently. His liquid grace astounded and his precision with a blade was almost unmatched in the galaxy. He was, in fact, what his master claimed him to be. A messenger of death.

He moved silently forward into a settlement. The lethal glaive of his office snapped forward with the sound of metal sliding. Now both lethal ends came to bare.

Suddenly, an alarm sounded. An alarm which had been purposely set off by one of the Dark Lord's Shock troops. The settlement's inhabitants sprang from their homes to see what the trouble was.. and so, the carnage began.

Springing forward in a motion which was seen only as a blur of crimson, his lethal glaive began cutting down the people of the village. One by one they began to fall. The shook troopers and their blasters also joined in the fight. Lancing bolts of hard light energy split the air and caused a mixture of the scents of burnt ozone and flesh.

Though the Sovereign Protector carried a sidearm, he preferred the elegant weapon of his stature. The glaive was not only a deadly weapon, but a symbol. It was a symbol of loyalty and honor, a symbol of stature and courage, a symbol of betrayal and death.

The action was swift and fierce and in the end, only the Sovereign Protector and his men stood alive.

Another perk of the Executor. The advance-scout, among other skills.
Insertion into Arkania had taken place only two days prior, and already, Sadow had his goals in sight.
The Dark Lord had tasked him with locating, isolating, and if necessary, killing, key persons in the way of planetary immolation.
Getting an agent this deep into the colonies had been difficult, but salvation was to be found in the fact that Arkania was once the property of the Sith. Sympathizers had been lost, and replaced.
The planet held a strategic importance to the the Sith Empire as well as historical. Though Sadow had not been fully informed of the reasons for this planets domination, it was still reasonable to assume Maim had a plan or design on this celestial body.
Missions like the one Sadow now carried out were fundamental in the conquest of an entire planet. Information was needed before the invasion could commence.
If the time was offered, the peoples chosen for sith rule, could hide their key officials. Any nobility or governing individuals who could be pivotal in getting a declaration of submission for the invading force.
It had happened countless times in the past, Naboo, Alderrann, and even with the Chiss.
So, to prevent just such an occasion, agents like himself were sent in ahead of the attack to carry out very important missions.
Such was the case for Sadow. It showed the trust the Dark Lord had in the Executors skills.
So now, he sat quietly and waited.
Soon his Dark Lord would make contact with him and give further instruction.
What to do with his hostages.
Five. All very prim and proper. White eyed Arkanians. Two of royal lineage, three of diplomatic descent.
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The Sovereign Protector stood among the carnage of the battle. His eyes danced upon the fallen foes with the pleasure of a task well done. He looked to the village, then to the shock troopers.

"Burn it, burn it to the ground."

No further words needed to be uttered. Minutes later the settlement was ablaze and the Sovereign Protector stood tall and proud at it's heart, watching the village burn. A productive endeavor, but not enough.

Motioning with his right hand, they moved on to the next settlement on their campaign of destruction. Soon the process would be repeated once more. Even as all this happened, his mind still wandered to the Mistress Athena. How was she fairing? Was she well? Did her hair still smell like the blossoms of his homeland?

'Stop it', he commanded himself. 'You can not think this way about your Master's wife.' However, he could not help himself. She was one thing he could not shake from his mind, no matter how hard he tried. Hopefully, he would be able to hide his feelings not only from her, but from her husband, a man who could kill him with a swift stroke of his mighty hand.

Settlement after settlement fell before them in their campaign of conquest. Each one easier than the last. Soon word spread so quickly that many of the settlers merely surrendered to them, and were then summarily executed for their cowardice. No, the Dark Lord did not want the people of Arkania, he wanted the land.

As the Dark Lord stepped onto the planet, his power in the Dark Force raged. He gathered strength from this place. It fueled his raging fire of Dark side power. The Dark Lord moved forward, followed by his Massassi and Nohgri escorts.

He sensed the carnage taking place around the planet and it only served to empower him further. He sensed his wife, far in the distance, and began to make his way toward her.

Finding a settlement in his path, he reached out with the Dark Force and crushed the skulls of all beings contained within it. He did not have time for the usual pleasantries, he must get to his wife.

It had been a good deal of time since the two of them had done anything together, and he was rather looking forward to slaying his enemies with her at his side once more. Like it had been in the past. Like it should be, always.

After a good deal of time passed, and a host more dead bodies, he finally reached her. Bending at the waist he said..

"Greetings, my Love."

The wife of the Dark Lord was indeed doing well. She had stalked into three villages just before the wave of shock troops. And taken the Highest ranking officals of the Planet. Each one binded to another as she made her way into and out of the homes. Athena killed the children in front of their eyes, the mothers cried and the fathers yelled.

Finally she had everyone she needed. Ambassadors, Senators, and finally the ruler of the Planet. She was pround of her capture and started back to find her beloved husband. She figured they could enjoy the deaths of the Elite together.

Using her teachings as a Sith Witch Athena removed the sight of the people just after killing the children and loved ones. Now the lasting image in there minds was the blood of family spilling onto the streets of the village.

Isolated from contact with the city, Sadow and his five captives were hold up in a small cabin far from the grand towers they had been captured from.
Bickering and complaints had ceased much, much earlier when the hostages had realized that they were only needed with the ability to speak when his masters next command arrived. It had become evident that Nox was prepared to carry that leniency in command to its fullest.
The eldest diplomat, a female with the title Governor, had learned first.
She now sat with two broken arms bound behind her back, elbows akimbo. She also remained silent.
Arranged with their backs to the far wall of the cabin, each had hands and feet bound behind them, sparing no pain. The eldest diplomat, the broken female, was farthest to the left with another slightly younger male official and to his left another female of about the same age as the male. Next came the two royals. The first was a young male, the Arkanian equivalent of a teenager. Aside him was a female, the young males mother.
Between the five of his hostages, his Dark Lord could forge a diplomatic conquest of the western hemisphere of this globe.
Each wore a pained and weathered expression with cuts and bruises to show. Their heavily gemmed clothes, the height of fashion on Arkania, hung in tatters and shreds, while strapped around each neck was an electronic collar.
Sadow had made no mention as to their use when clipping them onto the assembled Arkanians, he had left that to their memories.
He now paced up and down the line, clad in full armor and weapons. He looked the Warrior.
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Athena felt the deaths in the force as her beloved approched.
Then the sound of his voice.

Greetings my Love.

She turned and smiled. With her capted people standing behind her. She could hear them talking with one another.

People of Arkania...
Who is there? Can any of you hear who the man is?
Can anyone see who the man is?
Sir save us from this Witch.. she has taken our kids, and other family members. Please help us...

Athena smiled they were all please of savoir and help. Little did they know this was the man who ordered the deaths of everyone on the planet. True it didnt need to be as vile as Athena had made it. But that was just her way.

" Hello Maim, I felt you on your way and so I gathered a little gift for you."