The hangar bay bustled with activity. The red siren was blaring into the ears of each soldier scrambling to their dropship. A turbolift came down from and opened it's door to reveal Genevieve and Arsan Pendragon. Like usually, Genevieve clutched her datapad while Arsan looked unamused command was given to her. "I hope you realize the severity of the situation it would be on planetside. The Sith are ruthless and are prone to deal carnage. Make no mistake. This will be a bloody battle." The Jedi Master forewarned.
"I can handle myself perfectly fine, Master Jedi. You needn't worry about my well bring. I've seen battle before." The Duchess retorted in a calm and almost warm demeanor. Suddenly the words 'Open the hangar doors!' screeched loudly over the speakers. The rumbling of the large metallic doors was enough to grab everyone's attention. Immediately after it opened slightly, an explosion from enemy batteries rocked the entire bay. "Everyone on the dropships now!" Arsan called as hurried to his shuttle while witnessing the massive fight happening outside the hangar bay shield. However before he could give the okay to release the craft, he noticed Genevieve hurrying to a dropship that wasnt his own. With a quick yet suspicious scoff he gestured the shuttle's pilot to take off.
As the dropships began cascading one by one downward toward the Korriban surface, Genevieve did her best to remain composed through the turbulence admist the crowd of soldiers among her. Stoically, she lightly gripped the Taozin amulet hidden beneath her officer's jacket. With a quick release of a breath air, she moved her hand slightly to activate a small beacon attached behind the amulet.
Planetside, a command center filled with sith troopers and their adept masters scrambled to their posts. "Concentrate all battery fire on those dropships! Leave none alive, you maggots!" One of the Sith shouted fiercely as he pushed one trooper against the computer as a warning to hurry his fire.
"My lord!" One trooper called motioning the master to gaze upon his terminal. "Yes, what is it?!" He griped as a response while stomping over to the trooper who called. "One of our own distress beacons has been activated onboard one of the dropships...what should we do?" He asked, turning slightly to face the Sith. The master merely smiled with a toothy grin . "Ah... Lord Ozan said one our own would be onboard...." The sith began just as he took his gaze off the terminal and back to the trooper. "Alright. Concentrate on one of the ship's engine to bring it down near the Golg valley. Do not destroy it, fool!"
"Right away sir!" The trooper shouted while pressing away on the terminal to focus an anti-aircraft battery on Genevieve's ship.
In Orbit, Admiral Regh's ships were engaged in a massive firefight. The sirens blazed onboard his bridge as the Sith battery rocked the hull. But he remained calm and confident. He was sure the Sith would not defeat him this day. "Admiral!" Called one of his bridge operators. "Ive received an incoming transmission from the Jedi Grandmaster. Shes made contact on the surface and is proceeding to the next checkpoint. Shes inquiring to Arsan's whereabouts!"
As another volley of fire rocked his ship, the Admiral recoiled backward then recomposed himself in a fiery demeanor. "Tell her to proceed as planned but wait for my officer to make contact with her! As for Arsan... Patch her holocomm through to him!" He ordered.
"Look alive, soldiers. We're entering Korriban's atmosphere now. The force will guide us to safety..." Arsan said to calm the tense mood within the dropship. The Federation troopers were good ones. They didnt tremble and clutched their rifles tightly, ready for action. The dropships rumbled violently however as battery fire erupted all around them.
Suddenly Arsan's holocomm buzzed. He grabbed it quickly and turned it on to reveal the blue hue of a mini Bela Khess "Unfortunately ma'am she thought she would be so prudent as to take another shuttle!" He answered sarcastically and loudly to speak over the explosions. "If I may speak frankly, Grandmaster, my senses are warning me not to trust her!" His own imagine projected to Bela would be hazy at best. The rumbling of the dropship made the connection hard to keep established. Arsan fumbled with his holocomm for a moment just before resuming his conversation with Bela. "Hold on, ma'am. Im patching you into Genevieve!"
On Bela's end, Arsan's image would have flickered then shut off for a moment as the transmission transferred over to a hazy blue hue image of Genevieve. "Fortunately, I understand the gravity of my command, Grandmaster Jedi. Fret not although it may take a more than a blaster, a Sith corpse looks the same as all others." Her image flickered more violently as her dropship dodged a few more volleys of artillery. "I-Im al-almost plan--" The transmission flickered against then soon the hue of an explosion overtook her image then promptly shut off.
The dropship carrying Genevieve had it's engine blown out by a direct hit from a battery. Control of the ship became impossible as it spiraled into a nosedive. As the soldiers within the shuttle began to panic, Genevieve remained calm and concentrated. Using the force, she focused on the nose of the craft to bring it out of the nosedive then allowed it to glide onto the sandy ground and crash against one of the boulders littering the ground.
Arsan dropship finally made touchdown as the makeshift perimeter made by the arriving Federation forces. Rushing out with his troopers, the Jedi Master made note of the survivors. A horrid sight to behold, wounded were everywhere. Smoking piles of scrap metal littered the sand of crafts that unfortunately did not make it. Luckily most of his troopers had made it and were to bring the fight to the Sith themselves. "Status report!" He called out to one of the leading troopers who landed before him.
The trooper flagged a small squad of soldiers away as he turned to the approaching Jedi. "Eighty percent of our forces have made it to the surface. The others are dead, wounded, or missing." He told Arsan. The Master cursed under her breath. Any amount of casualties pained the man. "And what of the commanding officer, Ms Hawthorne?" He asked.
The leading trooper paused for a moment then shook his head. "Im sorry sir. Her craft came down some clicks away from the agreed upon spot. The artillery fire makes it almost impossible to send a team out to retrieve them... Regardless, Its unrealistic to think they survived the crash..." Arsan cursed underneath his breath upon hearing the news. He only gave a nod to the trooper and allowed him to continue his previous orders. Looking around the makeshift perimeter, Arsan's breathing turned heavy. Korriban was in the midst of it's night but the lights of the Sith temples and fortresses in the distance made for a bright horizon. The sky was filled with explosions and blaster fire from the capital ships dogfighting in orbit and the heavy artillery shells pummeled the sandy ground around the safe perimeter. The scene was chaotic. The Jedi Master would be happy when victory was attained.
Focusing back on the task at hand, Arsan raced to the side of his Jedi Leader. "Grandmaster!" He cried when he reached within her sights. "I have news." He began as he took a quick second to survey the surrounding squadrons. "Genevieve's craft was shot down. I knew she was foolish to not come with me. Either way it seems command is back to us for the foreseeable future."
However Arsan was soon cut off. "Master Jedis!" A command trooper carrying a radio shouted. "A division of Sith troopers are converging onto our location!"
Arsan smiled and then readying himself. "To victory, ma'am?"
The fiery wreckage of the dropship had littered the ground with fallen soldiers. Genevieve herself laid on the sand with minor scrapes to her person. Luckily she had used the force to cushion her fall. Slowly coming back into consciousness, the Duchess picked herself up. Groaning a bit from the minor whiplash she felt, she checked to see the still working distress beacon. With a small sigh of relief, Genevieve rose her head slightly to see headlights coming toward her location.
A speeder bike peered through the darkness and flashed it's headlights at the deadpanned Genevieve standing sternly with her long hair blowing violently along with the wind beside her when the bike reached her. "Master... Sinistra?" A lone Sith apprentice called almost wearily as he dismounted the speeder with a pack tightly gripped in his hands. The apprentice seemed almost bewildered to see the actual Sword of the Order unmasked. As far as he knew, no one had except for the Dark Lord and few on the Council.
Genevieve gazed downward at the pack then immediately ripped it from the apprentice's hands. "About time you showed up. I thought a Federation rescue party would arrive before you." She sneered at the Sith while rustling around in the pack. Looking back up she noticed the apprentice still staring at her with the same look of disbelief he had before.
"F-Forgive me, your ladyship. Its just... only Lord Ozan and the council, im sure of, has ever seen your face. I didnt expert you to be so... attractive." The Apprentice commented just before turning away after Sinistra's snarled at him for the comment. "R-Right then. The speeder can only fit one but Im sure if you hold tightly on me, we can make it back to the fortress together." Sadly Sinistra had no intention of returning with him. Grabbing her lightsaber within the pack, she ignited it and cut down the apprentice while he was busy tending to the vehicle. Saying nothing, Genevieve looked at his lifeless body with animosity as her burning yellow eyes started to appear.
Reaching into her pack once, Sinistra pulled out a holocomm and turned it on to reveal the blue hue of a cloaked figure. "Ive made it planetside, Master." She said with a slight bow of head.
"Good, Sinistra. I sense the Jedi are heading for the Temple in the Valley. If they are able to take that then it'll pave a way toward the fortress. Make sure that doesnt happen."
Genevieve merely nodded in compliance to the Sith Lord then re-bagged the holocomm. Quickly undressing herself from her Federation uniform, Genevieve dawned her Sith attire as a replacement. Retrieving her mask from the bowels of the pack, she pressed it against her face then let it's mechanism seal her head within. Soon a reddish interface display overtook her eyes with a locale marker of the Sith temple appearing in the distance. Throwing the bag in the speeder's back compartment, Sinistra holstered her lightsaber and rose her hood just before climbing onto the speeder then pressing toward the Temple.
The light of the Temple's entrance was nearly blinding. Sand ripped through the pad leading up to the doors as a Sith warrior accompanied by a few soldiers approached the coming speeder. Slowing down and then coming to a full stop, Genevieve soon leapt off the speeder while grabbing her pack. "Lady Sinistra. The Lords spoke of your arrival. Surely the moral of our Adepts will increase with your presence..." The warrior's words trailed as he noticed the apprentice that had been sent to retrieve Sinistra was not with her. "Was Olik displeasing to you?" He asked while catching up to Genevieve whom simply was strolling toward the temple. However his inquiry fell on deaf ears as she did not respond to him.
"Commander." Sinistra spoke in feminine robotic tone suddenly. "See to it the Temple is secured. I want the anti-aircraft batteries pinned onto the north sector. I want mines placed throughout the sand and our heavy shock troops stationed as our first line of infantry. Secure all blast doors leading toward the inner sanctum to slow their movement incase of penetration." She continued to march forward even though the commander had stopped in his tracks to take in her orders. Suddenly Genevieve stopped and began to grip the man's throat through the force. "I suggest you succeed in this. Death is better then facing me in the wake of failure..." Sinistra threatened just before releasing him and allowing him to gag at the air returning to his lungs.
Back in orbit, the news of Genevieve's supposed death reached Admiral Regh. "Damn!" He shouted as he slammed his fist down on his comm.