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Horus Forinth

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  1. The eternal darkness of the night's sky as seen from Cardia was broken only by the faintly glowing stars that were strewn across it. Sitting in the cramped cockpit of The Pragum, Horus indifferently scanned the numerous data reports flashing across the ship's main holoscreen. The canvas of stars and its beauty were lost on him, as he nonchalantly sifted through the bursts of information set before him. He was looking for a small discrepancy in the surface scans, one that would appear to be simply a corrupted bitwave to many, while screaming volumes to others. It had been almost three hours since he had slipped into atmosphere, and still nothing had caught his eye as of yet. It had crossed his mind several times that they might have chosen to switch the academy's position signal as a extra precaution. After all, several months had gone by since he had set foot on the barren planet. If such were the case he had no choice but to break radio silence and risk being discovered by enemies. As time crept by, it became apparent that Forinth's instincts were beginning to urge him towards breaking radio silence. Running his hand across his unshaven face, Horus decided that he was reading the force correctly. ”œComm. out, all local encrypted frequencies.”
  2. An isolated TIE fighter registered as missing in the empire's database pulled out of hyperspace and into orbit around Mimban. Horus knew what he was returning to. The blood in his veins seemed veins boil as he watched the desolate orb in front of him. Such was the hate he held inside. He'd once thought that the slaughtering would wane his anger, but he was mistaken. With each murder the yearning within grew stronger, demanding more death, more agony. It consumed his consciousness completely now. He had no control over himself, for it was the darkside that held the keys to his soul. A week ago Mimban had beckoned, and Horus had obeyed its call. His hands firmly gripped the fighter's controls as he steered the ship forward. ”œSend identification files to base control.”
  3. Horus turned to face Darth Quietus. ”œIt was their own folly. I suppose that our work here is done. The city has been swept clean. There is not a single Bothan left here to slaughter. We should now return to our Lord, so that we may present him with our gift in person. Undoubtedly he will be pleased. The Bbothan's held much knowledge that will prove useful to him.”
  4. As Darth Quietus exited the secured quarters Horus was left alone to further engross himself in the ensuing conflict. He solemnly sent several advanced parties to the various underground bunkers designated by the Bothan spy network. The intricate tunnel network would soon be swept clean of the deplorable rats that cowardly hid in them. The large holomap set near the command center's heart was saturated by imperial troop positions. There was no organized resistance to be found anywhere, spare the occasional band of poorly armed civilians forced into fighting to the death. Quietus' words resurfaced in Forinth's mind. Have you noticed how easy this destruction of the Bothans has been? The Sith master was more than right. Bothans were gregarious peoples, publicly fervent allies of the Republic and the Jedi. To see them lay down and die with such apathy was disconcerting to say the least. Horus felt as if he had been cheated out of a great pleasure. He had hoped for a battle worth recognition on Bothawui, but it seemed like even when faced with there own destruction these pathetic creatures delved in their cowardice. Horus was overcome by momentary anger. It wasn't enough that they died. Suffering was required as a punishment, so that the others would know; weakness was not allowable. He called forth one of the nearby commanders. ”œBring me the virus.”
  5. Horus anxiously paced throughout the parameter of the main makeshift command center, where laboring engineers and tensed aid-de-camps listened to updates on troop progression. A small group of intelligence officers were constantly modifying an enormous holomap of the capital city, where known enemy positions were highlighted in flashing red. Heedless of the chaos around him, Forinth's mind was entirely consumed by the incoming field reports. He mentally pictured the battlegrounds to the smallest detail, keeping track of everything without exception. There was no room for mistakes. The slaughtering would be carried out in a highly organized and systematic nature, with as little emotion as possible. Activating the portable communicator attached to the brooch of his cloak, Horus looked around at the disorder in the streets. A static matted voice crackled harshly in reply. ”œC Squadron blue leader here.”
  6. In Capital City the sounds of destruction were suddenly everywhere. A large section of the of the metropolis burst into a billion pieces of anonymous rubble all at once, the magnitude of the blast seemingly causing the entire planet to tremble in awe. An escorting fighter squadron soared forward in tight formation, clearing the way for the slower and clumsier personnel craft that carried the deadliest foot soldiers in Empire's ranks, the Nightmare Division. When the ships arrived amidst the chaotic city's ruined skyscrapers terror instilled in the fleeing inhabitants. Clad in flawless black armor, the Imperial Soldiers filed out of their transports like programmed machines. They were there to kill, until nothing was left. Sitting inside the Ogariv II with Lord Quietus, Horus carefully examined the ongoing annihilation, taking the utmost pleasure in what he saw. There would surely be no mercy on such a glorious day. They landed near an empty transport. Horus came out of the Ogariv II with his fists clenched. The corpses already began to pile in the streets as the first few units began to make the initial parameter sweeps. Among the dead a Bothan child lay on the floor next to his laser-scorched parents.Such insolence deserves much more than death. Horus thought as he looked over the weaklings' corpses with disgust. A decorated soldier emerged from a stationed transport and fearfully approached Forinth and Lord Quietus. ”œMy lords, the invasion has begun as planned. Is there anything that you wish of me before we continue?”
  7. A repressed sense of commotion was just barely felt on the bridge of the Cannibal where Horus and Quietus now stood, observing pre-hyperspace procedures. Turning to the captain, Forinth sternly called his attention. The decorated commander promptly made his way across the room towards the two Sith. ”œWhen we arrive in Bothan Space you are to unload the transport vessels, along with the Ogariv II and a fighter squadron.”
  8. Following Darth Quietus into the Ogariv II, Horus tried to keep his mind clear and focused on the obectives assigned to him by his master. There was no room for error. Every bothan would be slaughtered, without exceptions. As he sat down in the co-pilot seat the ship began to slowly rise out of the smog clouted skyline of Foy into the cold darkness of surrounding space, where several ships belonging to the imperial fleet awaited. "There they are Lord Quietus. I suppose we are free to take our pick." Forinth said while motioning towards the Star Destroyers hanging in orbit in front of them. Leaning back in his chair, Horus nonchalantly waited for Darth Quietus to dock into a ship so that they could continue their mission.
  9. Smirking at the thought of the swift destruction of millions of lives, Horus continued walking until he came into the enormous military hangar. A thousand of the empire's most elite troopers from the Nightmare Division stood in perfect formation, awaiting orders in the open aired docking bay where transport shuttles were to arrive shortly. Forinth contemptuously looked over the massive group of soldiers. They were all clad in sleek jet-black armor, their aquiline helmets adorned with imperial insignias. Walking onto a small hover-platform to his left, Horus swung up into the air directly in front of the waiting troops, whose attention immediately moved over to him. ”œSoldiers of the great Empire!”
  10. Horus gave a quick nod before filing out of the circular room behind Raynuk Montar. "Should we travel with the men, or arrive seperately?" He asked Montar, while moving down a long empty corrider leading towards one of the many hangar bays. As Horus said this, a brief comm. message was sent to the grand majority of the soldiers in the Imperial Nightmare Division. It ordered them to gear up and gather in Hangar B-310Z, where transport vessels were ready to ship them out to their new assignment.
  11. A moment of silence filled the room. Stepping forward, Horus slightly bowed his head as he silently requested permission to speak before his superiors. For a split second, his eyes reached upward towards the four seated masters and then over to Tarrian. Once he was sure that he had their permission do so, Forinth began to speak in a low respectful tone, as if he wished not to burden them with his presence. "Yes my lord, I am aware of the existence and general purpose of the Nightmare Division."
  12. Horus stared at the female protocol droid for a moment before getting up out of the battered TIE fighter. ”œI need naught be brought by these sickening creatures, for the will of the Dark Lord is binding in itself.”
  13. Fighting to gain control over his plummeting ship, Horus wrestles with the controls. His efforts are useless, for he cannot stop his craft from veering towards the hull of the closest star destroyer. Scanning the controls, he pulls on an air mask before finding the ejection button to his left.
  14. Bright beams of scorching light flashed aimlessly across the darkness as the confused prisoners attempted their escape. Deflecting several shots arching in his direction, Horus rushed forth to meet his invisible enemies. Prove my worth?! He thought as anger quickly surfaced, drowning out logic. Steeply plunging into the dark side, the world around Horus seemed to become so much simpler. There was no more obscurity, and vision was unneeded; he could feel the insignificant rebels through their own insolence. They were inconsequential in his mind, pathetic lambs waiting for the slaughter. Leaping into the air, Horus sliced through searing flesh with a long vertical movement that sent blood streaming. ”œDeath is too good for you worthless beings.”
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