The bright morning sun beat down on the hard, warm earth outside Jutraal's capital city. Ton Karlos stepped carefully down the ramp of the transport, the Tequila Sunrise and looked around. The Sith Lord's cloaked transport had gotten them past the Jutraalian navy easily enough. That particular force had long suffered from SIS - Severe Incompitence Syndrome, and it was simply a matter of falling behind the usual traffic patterns with the cloak engaged and entering the atmosphere while the shield was down. From there, they landed in small village just outside the capital and readied their equipment.
Jutraalian Customs had been on edge since the reports coming from Coalition space that there was war brewing, and the assaults on Mon Calamari, and the Tholatin bloackade of LFX Industrial's space had only heightened their paranioa. A noticable increase had been seen there in the traffic patterns in space - the mere fact that the Jutraalian planetary shields were kept online at all times was testiment to that. The sheer power demand must have had entire cities in constant blackout...
Ton Karlos, the former Shadow Hand Executor, now serving as the frontman for the Imperial Security Service, what essentially made up the Holy Demosthesian Empire's 'secret police', shook his head. Emperor Fearsons, it seemed, would never learn his own folly. He had invited the wrath of the Holy Demosthesian Empire with his idiotic, egocentric remarks concerning the true governments of the galaxy, those true governments being the New Order, and by definition their subordinants, and the Unholy Alliance. Nowhere in those respects was the Jutraalian Empire found, and no where would their existance continue. The Jutraalian Empire was an abondination, a bold-faced lie to the galaxy. As more than one person had said, No one who calls himself Emperor can be for peace. And even Seti Ashar, the Emperor of his Empire, accepted that.
But it was clear that through Emperor Ashar's methods a peace of sorts would be found. Not so, in Fearsons'.
A man who preaches for peace should be willing to give his life to mantain that peace. A man who preaches for peace but holds his own life above that peace is nought more by a lier, and should be slaughtered when the peace he did not die for shatters.
As it would be with the Jutraalian's self-proclaimed Emperor.
"What do you make of their security set up?" Darth Xion, The Grand Inquisitor of the Empire, asked. The three, two Sith Lords and the Executor, were crowded around a holoset that showed a video recorded from their flight in. The image was currently frozen over the Jutraalian spaceport facility nearer the capital.
"Overassuming, overcaluclated." Ton replied after a moment's hesitation. "They're taking no chances, obviously. But unless someone attacks the spaceport, those extra units," he indicated three sqaudrons of Jutraalian soldiers on duty, "are useless. They're resources that could better serve elsewhere."
"Preventing crime, perhaps." Lupercus Darksword, the party's second, and most experianced, Sith said, only half joking. Ton nodded.
"Crime has been on the rise all over Jutraalian space since the outbreak out the Tholatin crisis..."
"People getting nervous, want to finish their lives wealthy?" Xion muttered, still looking at those extra units.
"It would seem that way."
"Ah, well. The paranoia will work to our advantadge, I think."
Ton nodded again. "Indeed it would, Xion. The Jutraalians' lack of compitence, too."
The Sith Lord nodded, a smile forming on his lips.
Indeed.
Jutraalian Customs had been on edge since the reports coming from Coalition space that there was war brewing, and the assaults on Mon Calamari, and the Tholatin bloackade of LFX Industrial's space had only heightened their paranioa. A noticable increase had been seen there in the traffic patterns in space - the mere fact that the Jutraalian planetary shields were kept online at all times was testiment to that. The sheer power demand must have had entire cities in constant blackout...
Ton Karlos, the former Shadow Hand Executor, now serving as the frontman for the Imperial Security Service, what essentially made up the Holy Demosthesian Empire's 'secret police', shook his head. Emperor Fearsons, it seemed, would never learn his own folly. He had invited the wrath of the Holy Demosthesian Empire with his idiotic, egocentric remarks concerning the true governments of the galaxy, those true governments being the New Order, and by definition their subordinants, and the Unholy Alliance. Nowhere in those respects was the Jutraalian Empire found, and no where would their existance continue. The Jutraalian Empire was an abondination, a bold-faced lie to the galaxy. As more than one person had said, No one who calls himself Emperor can be for peace. And even Seti Ashar, the Emperor of his Empire, accepted that.
But it was clear that through Emperor Ashar's methods a peace of sorts would be found. Not so, in Fearsons'.
A man who preaches for peace should be willing to give his life to mantain that peace. A man who preaches for peace but holds his own life above that peace is nought more by a lier, and should be slaughtered when the peace he did not die for shatters.
As it would be with the Jutraalian's self-proclaimed Emperor.
"What do you make of their security set up?" Darth Xion, The Grand Inquisitor of the Empire, asked. The three, two Sith Lords and the Executor, were crowded around a holoset that showed a video recorded from their flight in. The image was currently frozen over the Jutraalian spaceport facility nearer the capital.
"Overassuming, overcaluclated." Ton replied after a moment's hesitation. "They're taking no chances, obviously. But unless someone attacks the spaceport, those extra units," he indicated three sqaudrons of Jutraalian soldiers on duty, "are useless. They're resources that could better serve elsewhere."
"Preventing crime, perhaps." Lupercus Darksword, the party's second, and most experianced, Sith said, only half joking. Ton nodded.
"Crime has been on the rise all over Jutraalian space since the outbreak out the Tholatin crisis..."
"People getting nervous, want to finish their lives wealthy?" Xion muttered, still looking at those extra units.
"It would seem that way."
"Ah, well. The paranoia will work to our advantadge, I think."
Ton nodded again. "Indeed it would, Xion. The Jutraalians' lack of compitence, too."
The Sith Lord nodded, a smile forming on his lips.
Indeed.