Sith Civil War: Campaign Clone Extermination/Chapter IV - Traitor to the Empire

Forests Surrounding Jabiim Village: An Hour After Sunrise

Barad-Dur looked down at his artillery, poised to unleash a massed bombardment that would oust the last pesthold in this region of Jabiim. The rebels had made a grand stand in five sectors; for they knew that this was the last place they could run. The rest of the rebels had scattered to holes where they could be of little trouble, and this planet was the last effective resistance against the Empire.

"Good day to destroy the last of this rebillion and end this long conflict," a voice said, but Barad-Dur didn't need to look back to know who it was.

"Good morning Gra'tua," Barad-Dur said, "Sleep well tonight?"

There was a small snort. "High Inquistors don't sleep when they are on the trail of a rumored trail to the Empire," the green-skinned alien said, stepping to his side.

Barad-Dur chuckled, "I forgot you take you duties so seriosly."

Gra'tua looked at him with his cold black eyes and shrugged. "It's my job," he reminded him, "I don't take it lightly."

"Your prey won't escape you," Barad-Dur nodded, but the menacing silence from the other sith made him uneasy. Gra'tua had been like this ever since he and Barad-Dur had been assigned to track down the last of these renegades.

The silence was soon broken by the sound of jet packs coming closer, and Barad-Dur looked up, and saw two jet troopers desending towards him. They dropped infront of him, and the fire from thier jet packs were extingueshed. They saluted the two Sith lords and the taller of the two began to report.

"We have checked the defences of the city and we can easily destroy them in a minute," he said.

Barad-Dur nodded. "Not much power there," he noted, "Who is the commander? And what is his species? That will give us a good indicator of if he will fight. Or try to run like a coward."

"His name is Delfo, and he is a Ithorian," the soldier replied.

Barad-Dur looked sharply at him, "Are you sure that he was Ithorian, Commander?"

The soldier nodded vigrously, "I saw him myself."

Gra'tua smirked. "He will prove no trouble then," the Nautolan replied, "Order all batteries to open fire immediatly."

"I counterman that order!" Barad-Dur snapped.

The two soldiers and Gra'tua looked shocked at him.

"We will not fire on the village," he continued.

"Why?" demanded Gra'tua, "He is a traitor to the Empire."

"He was one of the spies I ordered to keep an eye on our enemy," Barad-Dur explained, "He would never work with the enemy. I want to see him myself."

"I'm surprised," Gra'tua muttered.

"What?" Barad-Dur asked.

"That two Jedi could actually have told the truth," he said, shaking his head, "I thought they were lying. I didn't want to believe them. But, it is true---"

"What?!" snapped Barad-Dur.

"I hearby condemn you to death for tretchery to the Empire and to your Emperor," Gra'tua said, his hand shooting to his lightsaber.

Barad-Dur was faster, and he kicked Gra'tua around the head, and fried the two jet troopers as they pulled thier own guns out. Gra'tua had his lightsaber out and slashing, but Barad-Dur was no longer there, but strapping on a jet pack with amazing speed.

"What is this?" Gra'tua demanded, as he advanced on Barad-Dur, "You traitors run instead of waiting to strap on a jet pack."

"What is in your head?" demanded Barad-Dur, as he leapt over the swing from Gra'tua's blade, "I am no traitor! You know me better then that."

"So did I," Gra'tua said, throwing a mist around him, and charging his opponent. Barad-Dur turned, and at the last possible second, set off, catching Gra'tua in a blast of fire that threw him to the ground and threw his concentration off, and his mist failed. Barad-Dur leapt above the trees, flying away as fast as possible.

Gra'tua stood, the flames extingueshed, but his anger filling him. "You will not escape the Order," he snarled, and with that, he turned on a comlink to Marix and said, "Assemble every avalible Sith. Barad-Dur is a traitor to the Empire."

Barad-Dur landed near his starship, and the two Sith surrounding it jumped at him with lit sabers. Barad-Dur snorted at them as his own lit and struck both down with merely a single swing from both. "So much for being excellent warriors," he snorted and with a flick of his fingers, the repulsors were ignited and the cockpit open. He jumped in a blasted into space.