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| It had been a long time since Drake had last stepped foot into a territory controlled by anyone as such a thing as laws contradicted his way of life. He had spent many years wandering the systems of the outer rim, cultivating vast multitudes of knowledge which did well to help his body and mind to develop as he began to age. He had learned new ways of living, of thinking, and most importantly, of fighting. Drake Kanos always was a man of conflict and did not shy away from it as it arose to meet him in the flesh or by the ways of the Force, such a thing as fear was unknown to him and had been for a great many years. Fear however worked for him and helped him to attain a status which implied not only powered, but control. He became a Sith'ari many years in the past and had served under the likes of Carnage, Blade, and any other rulers who had proclaimed themselves as the rightful Dark Lords of the Sith. What had become of them? Death. Drake had seen a great deal of Sith murdered by not only the hands of Jedi scum, but by Mandalorians, mercenaries, and various other soldiers who served the likes of the republic and the Empire. Throughout all of his struggles and accomplishments, there was only two things which drove him to continue on with his dreadful existence, order and the death of the Jedi known as Dagon Oparus. Drake Kanos was indeed no stranger to solitude as he had been in such a state as a young boy, an event which supported his rise to power. He could have became the Jen'ari, sure, but for what reason and at what cost? He did not care for a title if his underlings were cowards and believers who knew nothing of the Force. He did not wish to become the ruler of a handful of Jen'jidai and build a vast empire which they were to one day inherit. That was not his way and he highly doubted it was the way of anyone for that matter. He liked to get away, to be cut off from the galaxy so that he could think, so that he could really feel the true nature of the Force and all which it entailed. The frozen ice-covered planet of Hoth proved as a refuge for him and for his purpose, and he made good use out of an abandoned base used during the Galactic Civil War. A war which took place many years before the long and strung-out conflict which damaged the galaxy and left it to waste, a war of attrition, a war which casted out all who were adept to the Force because of a preposterous theory developed by a maniac who had called himself a scientist. All was to say that he was killed shortly after his declaration had been accepted by the general populous. Some even speculate his death was at the hands of a Jedi, although no individual had been convicted of anything. Such things were not the way of the Force; only caused by a wound which did not help anything. Drake meditated heavily within his shelter, the remnants of a dilapidated Echo Base he sometimes called home. It protected him from the harsh weather although the temperature was still pretty low. Such things did not affect him as he had learned how to ignore any pain he felt along with providing his body with strong resistance to extremes such as the climate of Hoth. He had visited the planet many times over the years and the feeling had always been the same, until that moment. He felt a great sense of darkness and then it disappeared. A few minutes later it became the presence became faint and remained for a great while. Drake grimaced, he was glad he actually had something to do for once. He collected his thoughts and slowly exited his meditative state to allow focus to return to him completely. He gathered his belongings and ensured everything was clasped tightly to him, especially his robes for the wind would be heavy outside the walls of the abandoned structure. He headed to the hangar with a sense of anticipation which grew as he progressed through the dark and cold durasteel corridors. He arrived to his destination after a few minutes of walking and looked around, trying to remember where he left the bike. He spotted something under a tarp and walked over to hit, grabbing the tarp and whipping it off of the solid white Flare S Race Swoop. It had been modified to suit the weather conditions as well as the paint job had been modified to match the exact hue and saturation of the snow so it appeared invisible with the exception of a few parts which stuck out like a rancor in a pink dress. Drake hopped on the vehicle and dropped down the goggles over his eyes so that the endless snow would not obscure his vision for an extended period of time. He activated the controls and waited several minutes until it warmed up and was ready to travel. A few minutes passed by and he ran his hand over the smooth and cold surface of the bike, proceeding to activate lift and open the doors. he pushed the throttle and let the Force guide him toward his destination. Drake received an adrenaline rush as he accelerated to high speeds and broke through the frigid winds. The presence in the Force grew stronger as he continued to accelerate over the monotonous landscape of the frozen rock. After about half of a standard hour, Drake ceased and pulled back the throttle, pulling on the air brakes to slowly stop near the area where he had felt the spike of the presence. he hopped off of the bike and stood on the snow-covered ground, beginning to reach out with the Force. |
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Xis snapped at attention and brought his hand to the brim of his hat. His orders were given and he wouldn't fail, if it meant his own death they would succeed. The orders were clear and the orders meant that he would discover some presence of the remnants of the tattered population down there on the nearly destroyed planet. The idea was excellent scrap heaps for the Remnant to draw from that would supply the Shipyards at build new Destroyers and new weaponry for the new troopers they would soon have. Xis headed off from the bridge and made his way to the shuttle, another officer handed him a datapad holding his orders just in-case he somehow forgot which he wouldn't. As he stepped on the shuttle the door immediately closed and the shield went down to allow them to leave, Xis hadn't even sat down yet when the shuttle took off, he looked outside of the small view port and saw tons of shuttles leaving with him, he would know that there would be success or death on this mission, being requested directly from the commodore was an amazing feat for him and could possibly allow him to obtain a higher rank that would allow him to make sure the remnant succeeded in there mission to bring the galaxy under the rule of the true Empire and the true Empire would succeed. The Shuttle took about 10 minutes before it reached the planets surface with a loud thump and hiss they finally reached the ground, a former space port lay here before it was destroyed by the Above fleet. As he stepped off the ramp of the Lamba-shuttle he saw troopers and other equipment coming off with him. A few AT-ST's were being landed as heavy support. It was rather pointless to have them as most of the population lye dead and destroyed but he knew that it would be a underestimated task. Having stepped off and looked at the burning world that would soon reign supreme for the Remnants supply offices and the Remnant Fleets and the Armies. Xis motioned for the Engineers to begin a Communications Array and Headquarters right here. There were about 100 Engineers that had been set down and they were capable of building an entire headquarters in a few hours, but he couldn't stand around and wait for them to be done he need to conquer the world in a matter of days in order to secure the planet safely for the Remnant. Xis stopped and was rubbing his chin and he pointed to a squad of 10 or so troopers and called them over to him then pointing to a larger division of troopers to come over and he gave them strict orders. "Listen, Here are your orders, Scower the world when you find junk heaps of metal mark there position on your map and relay the signal back to here. I'll then relay them back to the Fleet and they'll begin to send them to the Imperial Palace. I want you Alpha Squad to take the Engineers and take them to secure places and set up forward outpost. I will give you 50 Engineer's I expect 50 back, they are essential to our mission here." The troopers saluted and started to walk off and Xis let out a yell before they could get out of yelling range. "Oh and use Deadly force if anything is alive..which i doubt..." As Xis waited a few minutes the screen started to become dotted with red markers indicating Checkpoints and forward bases. He rubbed his chin they had selected places were the population once had lived, possibly because if they found anything they would kill it there or drag it back there to be sent off to hard labor. At rate this was going they over the few minutes they'd been out...no life had been found. Xis called another group of troopers over and he motioned for the Captain. "Yes Lieutenant Xis?" "Grab your men and these few engineers and go, I need to you scout for further positions, heaps and I need you to find me any form of life left on this force forsaken planet." "Yes Sir The troopers ran off and he went back to staring at the screen, noticing that about 20 engineers went with them, in a matter of hours the planet would be there for the ripe taking. Xis rubbed his chin and sat down to rest. Hours later... Xis awoke to see everything was the same and nothing much had changed except for the screen was nearly fully red, the troopers reported thousands of scrap heaps, they had searched nearly 2/3 of the planet in a matter of 4 or so hours. He went to the Communications bunker that was set up and relayed back to the above fleet. "Commodore Xanthus, My men have secured 2/3 of the planet and have found thousands of junk heaps, I would say that about 1,000 of the population has been brought in. I cannot say that much more remains, this world truly is desolate. I've set up 20 or bases all around the planet, a central headquarters and a few communications bunkers throughout the planet. I've also managed to have landed a few larger transports. Would you like me to have them loaded with materials to send off to our shipyards?' |