Berrun

[Dussk The Terrible]

"Warlord Dussk. . .we're coming in on the convoy now. . .Should we open fire?," asked the Weequay behind the building with the 13 other Ocularis Terribus soldiers.

The group of vehicles came down the town square street.

Dussk yelled in his magnified voice, made by an implant to make his imposing voice even louder. "FIRE NOW!"

The beams of blaster fire came down on the workers, as they fell dead. They ran towards the convoy and shot the survivors.

"Raid successful, the civillians will be utterly defenseless," the Weequay said.

"Good...Good, commence the attack on Meriad. We will raid the city, and take the civillians as slaves. We will then sell them to the Hutts. . .make a nice profit. (Made up. . .No backstory on Berrun. . .Intro post ftw)

[Dussk The Terrible]

Sitting on a ruined piece of debris, Dussk laughed as civillians ran in terror from the Ocularis Terribus soldiers. He picked up his slugthrower and aimed at a civillian's chest. The man fell dead with a thud.

"Ha Ha HA! Did you see that? I slammed that shot right into his LUNGS! HAHAHA!" Dussk said overjoyed at his kill. The Weequay approached him with a long line of chained slaves.

"New recruits, Warlord Dussk." said the underling Weequay.

"Good, let me initiate them," he said to the Lieutenant, "NOW THEN! The collars around your neck are rigged to explode on command of your masters, namley me and whoever else i sell you to! Ha Ha Ha Ha! Allow me to demonstrate. . ."

Dussk pressed a button on a small device. BOOOM!

"There is no escape. . ."

"WARLORD DUSSK! We've gotten reports of a MASSIVE batttle, good chance to get some spare parts," Said one of the soldiers.

"Send a small force to take some salvage. . .see what's there."

"Yes Sir, will do."