[center][h1]Kaleb and Feroson[/h1]
A collab between myself and [@Frater Jeremiah][/center]
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The decaying walls of the ancient structure shook violently as the payload hit its target, all manner of soldiers, menials, and non-combat personell scrambling about to their various stations. Amid the chaotic roar that would signal the first strike in what Feroson believed would be a long and glorious conflict, the Chiss prepared himself for war as he had countless times before. His armor was sealed, his weapons primed and readied at his side, all manner of gadgets and equipment was within the reach of his fingertips. Helmet cradled under his arm, a smile curled across his silver lips as he watched his men prepare themselves. The last of his corsairs fastened their helmets, loaded their weapons, and secured extra ammunition. His crimson eyes scanned over each of them, his gaze piercing deeper than any blade could. 

    Content, Feroson placed his cruel-looking helmet over his head, the seals hissing as it locked into place. Rifle slung across his shoulder, the Chiss turned from his soldiers, heading towards the sounds of battle with a silent dignity. There was no need for rousing speeches or hateful curses, they knew what they were here for and would do their duty well. A ten man squad of the shock-troops followed their captain, their powerful blasters held across their chests as they marched. The second and third detachments would head elsewhere, to man entrenched nests along the fortress walls, and bring down the enemy vessels with volley after volley of rocket fire. 
    
    Bringing his rifle to bear, Feroson sent a single burst through the comm within his helmet, the men of his retinue and the other squads each responding in kind with their own. Beneath the feroscious war-mask, the corsair grinned, daylight slowly pouring through the ancient bunker doors as they opened. In an instant they were home, amid the roaring confusion and mayhem of battle, focused and disciplined fire assailing the interlopers as they landed. Now he wished for nothing more than to see how many lives it would cost to take those ruins.

Finally, it had begun. So long had Kaleb heard of a coming battle. He was equally excited that there might actually be Jedi to fight on the opposing side. He was grinning behind his helmet. Kaleb had received his orders earlier. Form a vanguard with the "Corsair" mercenary band which was being lead by Officer Feroson, and keep the threat from finding decent cover. It was a plan he could certainly get behind. Corral them to be slaughtered. He was itching to fight already.

The ex-Sith Warrior saw the detachment coming into view. Kaleb pulled the hilt of his lightsaber out of it's holster, twirling it around in his hand in twisted glee. He approached the Chiss Officer, and looked upon his men too. As he scanned the group behind the visor of his mask, Kaleb nodded slowly. This will work. [color=9e0b0f]"Captain Feroson."[/color] The Sith greeted. [color=9e0b0f]"So these are your chosen few? There are other force users on the other side of the battlefield. Are your men up for the task?"[/color] He questioned, wanting to confirm their adequacy.

    "This is not the first time we've killed Jedi, friend, and neither will it be the last. My men are ready. If they prove inadequate then we won't live long enough to worry about it, will we?" The corsair's tone was dry, a smirk curled across his face as he and his men gunned down soldier after soldier. They struck while the enemy was vulnerable, the republic soldiers gaining their footing and balance as they landed from their drop ships. Feroson and his retinue were like a wall of death inching closer and closer to the enemy, the various outcroppings of stone providing them cover among the ruins.

    From above came a rain of blaster-fire, blaster cannons unloading barrage after barrage into the enemy and their ships. Meanwhile, rockets screeched as they soared through the air, the pirates working quickly to prepare a second volley. Several of the projectiles missed the dropship that had swooped in, but a few hit the mark. A series of explosions detonated across its hull, clipping the carrier's wing. It began to spin out of controll, crashing off into the wilderness surrounding the temple.

Kaleb watched the chaos ensue. At first, he was sticking by his assigned team, deflecting or simply batting away enemy fire that came their way. However, soon enough, it would be time to strike, and leap upon his prey. Channelling the force throughout his body, Kaleb began to invoke his Force Rage power. [color=9e0b0f]"Let's slaughter them all!"[/color] He growled through his mask as the Sith lifted his ignited saber high. Almost immediately, Kaleb charged forth from the line the Corsair's had formed.

All inhibitions of fear that could possibly been there was gone. Now, it was just the internal lust for carnage and destruction upon the enemies. Roaring out, he twisted and twirled his lightsaber around him as he charged at the enemies. Soon enough, the crimson saber was slashing across enemies' chests or lopping off various body parts.