Korpus V – The emerald jewel of Seti Arun system:  lush jungles, coursing rivers and few and far in-between pockets of civilization. Many a Jedi has called this planet his alma mater, leading to a world that has known nothing but peace ever since the fall of the Empire. Alas, this was not meant to last… 

As the planet made its infinite round around the sun, casting deep shadows out into the bottomless depth of space, one patch of the sky remained dark. A ship, sharp as a blade in form and black as the night in colour was slowly approaching the planet’s orbit. And as time would tell – peace was the furthest thing from the mind of its crew. 

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“Alright alright alright! Setting the approach vector to the coordinates of the Jedi Temple.”  - Rodecay turned away from the controls, motioning his co-pilot to take over, and nodded to the figure at the back of the command bridge. – “Fifteen minutes to target.”

The figure, clad in black armour, cape and helmet nodded his satisfaction in return. 

“Excellent. Send the word to others to get ready.” – Garrern’s booming voice rasped through the voice box in his helmet. – “How much time will we have?”

The cyborg pilot scratched his blond head for a moment then leaned back in his chair.
“Err, from my experience I’d say… roughly two hours from the moment we breach the atmosphere until the Republic fleet arrives. So you’ll have an hour and a half. We want the hyperspace wake to have gone cold by the time they get here. Can’t track us back that way.”

“That will be plenty.” – Rodecay could almost swear that the sith smiled behind his mask as he said that. – “Take the Ravenbeak low enough for us to jump, then swing about and provide fire support. I must re-join the others.” 

Having said that Garrern turned around, whipping some poor technician in the face with his cape, and headed down the hall to the cargo bay. As the heavy blast doors slid open he looked over the group gathered inside – twenty of their best equipped shock troopers as well as his three friends that were all in midst of equipment checks. 

Ansgar stopped fidgeting with his flamethrower and looked up at the sith with a silent question in his eyes. Or perhaps not so silent. With Lorrdians it was never really about the spoken language.
However before Garrern could say anything the ship shook – the tremors of atmospheric entry were all too familiar to everyone aboard. The shock troopers jumped up, readying for deployment while Arianna, Maegr and Ansgar approached Garrern.

“Ninety minutes” – he rasped – “You know the drill. Kill everything that moves.”