__KSD Damnation,__
__Orbit of the Red Fury moon base,__
__39 ABY__

The Quaestor of Shar Dakhan marched down the bridge corridor, his head held high as if this calling was official and part of a ceremony. His mind blank for the case that Locke may want to probe his mind somehow. He had personally felt this probing before, but Galleros felt it was best to keep the darker thoughts at bay. The hiss and whoosh of the bridge doors welcomed him onto the main platform where he was saluted by a commanding officer.

“Put your hand down! Where’s Locke? Is he around, I have been summoned by him.” Galleros grumbled at the officer.

“Right this way, sir.” The commander shrugged the Quaestor’s orders off and led him to the Consul.

Well I see Locke has chosen smarter officers for this mission, they’re almost too resistant to my abilities.

With a soft smirk creeping onto his mind, the Zelosian focused upon the smartly dressed officer and prodded into his mind. He furrowed his brow and drilled his power into the subconscious of him, battling and grinding to gain the upper hand.

Kill yourself. Attempt suicide. Kill. Your. Self.

Then the officer suddenly stopped, he reached towards his leather holster and unclipped the belt. The commander then slowly pulled the blaster out and armed it, as he turned to a command console.

“Excuse me for a second, sir, I have pressing matters to attend to.” The commander then stormed towards one of the pilots of the capital ship, and tapped his shoulder.

“Lieutenant Commander Torkk, you are hereby relieved of your duty and dishonourably discharged.” Using the butt of his blaster, he whipped his hand and slammed it against the pilot’s head. The officer lost his cap in the process and fell ontop of his console. With a blank face, the commander then hooked the collar of the pilot, yanked him onto his back and rammed the tip of his blaster inside the pilot’s mouth. The commander then fired multiple rounds which caused a splatter of brain and bone tissue to paint the console as the body jittered and shook. Gripping his neck tightly, the commander continued firing until his ammunition was empty, he took his gun back out and holstered it again.

“Carry on!” The commander shouted out, as he marched ahead of the Quaestor and towards the Consul’s personal room. Galleros chuckled to himself in pleasure

Well, it works somewhat. But i’m not complaining.

Once the duo of destruction reached the side door, the commander opened it for the Quaestor and motioned for Galleros to enter first, which he did. Inside the darkroom was a distant blue light, glowing against the pale complexion of Locke Sonjie, his Consul. Galleros slowly walked towards Locke, unsure why the lights were not used and whether this was a test. He began to wonder if he had displeased the Consul due to the harsh outcome of the battle on Aeotheran and in the deserted islands. The Zelosian took off his hood in order to respect his superior and suddenly stopped when he heard a sound. It wasn’t an unfamiliar, just some footsteps from ahead, they were heavy yet calm. But as Galleros could see, Locke was still sat at his desk, the Zelosian then felt puzzled as to whom they belonged to.

“Sjl, welcome. Sit with us.” A very familiar Iridonian voice whispered from the darkness comforted Galleros and he followed the footsteps willingly.

Once he reached the glowing desk of the Consul, the face of Cethgus appeared and nodded in courtesy towards his Quaestor. Locke himself smiled and stood, and offered Galleros a drink. The Zelosian gave a short smile back, Locke knew him well enough that an ice cold liquor is the best way to his good side.

“Thank you, Locke. It has been awhile since i’ve had a drink. I believe I last shared a glass back on Korriban.” The Zelosian quietly said, to which Cethgus nodded in agreement.

“Aye, it was some nice drink.” The Iridonian replied. Locke then took his eyes from the datapad in his hands and then gave it to Galleros.

“Take a look at this. The Red Fury base is heavily fortified with vehicles and shields in the hangars and the control rooms, we need to get in there but it’s a difficult task, even for a group of soldiers. We suggest that you could either gather the troops along with some of your house and storm the hangar dead on, overthrowing the defences. Or you could take the flank, find a way inside and disrupt then from the inside out, it’s your choice.” Locke stood from his seat as he spoke and scanned the datapad just as Galleros did.

“Sounds fun, I believe I can do it with the right soldier and my trusty four-legged friends. If I can get a shuttle to drop me off at the east side of the facility, there’s a vent system there used for Carbon Dioxide filtration. I can take the vent off, climb inside, neutralise the enemy threats and open the shields.” Galleros opened the map of the moon base to direct Locke through his strategy and Locke nodded slowly.

“Or, here’s a thought. The chimney at the top can be disabled from the roof, you can destroy the electrical current in order to cool the chimney, climb inside with your ‘four-legged friends’ and open the shields from there. It leads directly to the command centre for the hangar.”

“Well your idea sounds much better than mine, i’ll go ahead with that.” Galleros nodded with confirmation, Cethgus rolled his eyes in distaste and walked back to the door.

“Your shuttle leaves in twenty minutes, enjoy.” Locke replied and dismissed the Zelosian.

__Roof of the Red Fury moon base,__
__39 ABY__

With a heavy thud from the shuttle ramp, Galleros, a heavily armoured soldier and a juvenile Akul beast landed and scanned the roof for enemy sightings. The Quaestor took a quick scan for turrets through his Carbon Dioxide breathing visor and approached the thick, tall chimney.

“Soldier, destroy this control panel and get us inside!”

“Aye sir!” The commando sprinted over and with his rifle, blasted a round into the panel which in turn shut down the heat extracting system. With a smirk, Galleros climbed onto the ledge of the chimney and began to slide down, followed by the Akul and the Commando. They fell into a long vent that felt warm to the touch, with heat flowing smoothly down the vents the trio could tell it wouldn’t be long before the facility would overheat. A little further down, Galleros could see a grated vent and he began to crawl towards it. The idea of crawling on his knees and arms felt natural to him, touching his primal nature. From the natural blue aura and the sound of fans whirring, the Zelosian could tell it was used for consoles and data storage. He peered inside the grating and saw two officers sitting and watching the automated turrets and the large LAAT systems. Galleros smirked with delight.

A surprise attack, what a wonder to behold.

The Quaestor looked towards the blind beast who was deeply concentrated in licking his testes, he gently nudged the Akul and growled at him.

“Eyrak, kill them all.” Galleros whispered, to which the orange-furred creature slowly crawled over the commando and Quaestor and starting gnawing on the grate. As Galleros gripped his lightsaber, the commando soldier armed his rifle once more for the event of jumping in and firing rapidly. The grate finally fell loose and the Akul jumped inside, then began mauling the officers as they screamed in fear. Then the silence fell and the two humanoids slide out of the vent and dropped into the bloodied room.

“Soldier, disable those defensives. I’ll watch the doors.” Galleros ordered the trooper, and he quickly accessed the console and dived into the systems. When the Zelosian approached his juvenile Akul to praise him, he could see that he was happily rolling in the orifice of the dead, panting in delight whilst coating his back in blood and guts.

“You really are an odd runt. Can you smell anyone outside the door?” Galleros tried to make sense out of the playful demeanor of the Akul, but he was still rolling and rubbing his fur into the blood. Galleros took this as a signal, everything outside was fine and they remained undetected.

The Quaestor approached the soldier to see he was working efficiently as he was trained to disable every turret and shield. The cameras shown that the Dark Jedi out were now beginning their assault into the base, and successfully passing the offline turrets. With a sharp smirk, Galleros and the Akul exited the command room of the hangar as he ignited his lightsaber.

Now let’s have some fun, shall we?