"That was too easy," a Twi'lek guard chuckled to his comrade in arms; a lanky human who had the look of a toddler cutting his teeth, inexperienced and green, "Vigo was right."
"Ha-yea-ye!!" the young infiltrator couldn't unsheathe his words as he began to choke on them. He clawed his throat and his wide eyes flicked to his superior. He too was scratching at an invisible force. Fear washed over their pain laden faces and the panic of suffocation began to plague their fragile minds. In an instant, before both men surrendered to black, they were hoisted from the stone threshold they were told to protect.
"Let NO-ONE enter this castle!" they remembered Vigo saying, but they had no other choice.
The sudden levitation worked against them and like fragile twine, their necks simultaneously popped under the pressure. Slumped heads signaled the end as the two lifeless bodies fell to the ground forming a pile of meat and bone.
Soft footsteps grew louder and piercing the night, a green skinned Sephi, a Mirialan? slithered to the side of the door and pressed his back against the wall firmly. In his hands was a rather large sniper rifle, yet he didn't need to fire a single shot, not yet, as another man approached. There was no sneakiness or subtlety in the encroaching shadow. Just an air of unpleasantness masked by a regal appearance.
A thick curly mane jostled with each step the man took, his stride was unwavering, as was his resolve. His calloused hand waved out in front of him and if you were paying close enough attention, you could see the Night Hawk Squadron sigil on the cuffs of his sleeves. The door slid open and without breaking stride, the large man entered the castle the same way he had been since he was but a lowly apprentice. Often he entered in search of wisdom from the old masters, this time it was different. A group of insurgents were on his turf, holding hostage members of his Clan. This was a death sentence to anyone with the same disregard for logical thought.
As Corvo entered his home, Juda slid in behind him, his eyes ever watchful.
A guard streaked across the hallway in front of Corvo and his brow twitched in amusement. Juda lifted the barrel of his rifle and aligned it, not where the terrorist was, but where he thought the terrorist would go next. His mind calculated the angles and trajectory of the shot before he even made it and as the trespasser went to dart back from where he came from, Juda squeezed the trigger with an exhale. The attacker's body twisted as a bright green bolt burned into his flesh, immediately stopping the primary function of his heart as the shot hit center mass.
Corvo maintained his brisk approach as he could feel the minds of the officers being held in the room at the end of the hall. There were only two more men left, the Force told him so. This little attempt to earn quick credits with a ransom or the acquisition of resources with a list of demands was foolish. The Nubian was not impressed, not in the slightest, this was a novitiate attempt at best.
Corvo flicked his hand once more and the door opened to reveal two men waiting on the other side, their blasters were at the ready and as they saw the Sith, they opened fire.
*hssss*, a sanguine blade entered the fray, bursting from the dominant hand of the Juggernaut. Typically, this weapon would be used to deflect the shots, instead, the bolts would merely melt against an invisible barrier. The eyes of the two men grew wide and they shot faster as the Dragon of Tarthos pressed forward and closed the gap with a powerful lunge that carried the tip of his blade through one of the heavy blasters. The Zabraki backpedaled but Corvo caught him with an invisible grip and pulled him into the red blade. The creature squealed and screamed as the blade slowly burned through his belly.
"Zabrak were supposed to have a higher pain tolerance.." Corvo pondered as he shifted his attention to the next terrorist. This man was more heavily equipped and had the look of leadership about him. It had to be Vigo.
"Wa-wait, we can talk this through!" Vigo stammered, pathetically trying to prolong his life.
Corvo whipped his blade and froze the blade within an inch of Vigo's throat causing the chubby man to gulp.
"What brings you to this domain?" the robotic voice of the Squad Leader queried.
Vigo swallowed harder.