Having boarded one of the Plagueian transports, Andrelious, along with Brimstone and Callus, made the most of the opportunity to take a breather. Andrelious even snuck a drink of Soulean brandy from his hip flask. It was not long, however, before the transports reached their destination, which turned out to be Eos City. The journey to the Brotherhood’s so-called capital city had given one of the men aboard the transport time to brief Andrelious and his comrades.
For the first time since his arrival from Clan Taldryan, Andrelious had been placed in command. He was not about to let Liandry, herself a curious new arrival, down, nor was he going to let her steal any of his thunder. His first order of business was to find Julius, his co-commander.
“Liandry! We’ve just arrived in the city, but I can’t raise Julius. He’s either not here, or the Collective already got to him!” Andrelious yelled into his wrist mounted comlink.
“I’m afraid that my Aedile will not be joining you quite yet,” Liandry answered, her Pantoran accent not hiding her annoyance.
Mimosa-Inahj smirked. “Is there anything you want us to do…or…?”
“Consider yourself to have carte blanche when dealing with the Collective,” the Quaestor responded. “Use whoever and whatever you have on hand.”
Andrelious acknowledged and ended the transmission.
“Well, men, the Collective have come here to make one hell of a mess. What say we kick them and their disgusting beliefs firmly back to where they belong?” the former Imperial demanded, turning to address the assembled Plagueian forces.
Brimstone and Callus nodded as the soldiers cocked their blaster rifles. Everyone was very much up for a fight, even one in the unfamiliar surroundings of Eos City.
Andrelious activated his lightsaber and immediately started to move along one of the streets that led towards the massive Dark Ascent, the seat of the Brotherhood’s power on Arx.
“I still think we should have dealt with the Deputy Grand Master…” Brimstone stated ruefully.
“There are more pressing matters. But don’t worry. Taelyan will get his!” Andrelious snapped.
The Plagueians continued their advance, moving through a deserted area that was usually a bustling market. Andrelious, determined to lead from the front, didn’t stop for a moment. It was the Collective who had taken Kooki from him - he owed it to his children to destroy those who had killed their mother.
Finally, after what had seemed like hours of fruitless searching, Andrelious spotted some enemy forces. It appeared to be a small group of Collective operatives preparing a siege on an ever smaller group of beleaguered Iron Legion soldiers.
“Cover me. I will deal with these bastards myself!” Mimosa-Inahj commanded, allowing his sheer hatred for the Collective to take control.
As he approached the enemy, Andrelious extended his left arm and let a burst of lightning fly, his fingertips crackling as he electrocuted one within the Collective’s number. The surprise attack caused the rest of the group to turn to face the new arrival, who immediately came under fire from their blasters.
Seeing their commander come under attack was enough to bring several of the Plagueian soldiers into the fray, their superior numbers and firepower easily turning the tide.
Mimosa-Inahj turned his glance to the Iron Legion soldiers he’d rescued.
“Consider yourselves under my command until further notice,” he ordered. The soldiers simply nodded and moved into the group of Plagueians.
Andrelious quickly resumed his search and destroy mission. He and his team continued to move towards the Dark Ascent, quickly checking the nearby buildings for enemies. As they rounded a corner, they discovered a dozen heavily armoured soldiers finishing off the last of an Iron Legion unit.
Hive Mind Marines. Great. the Seeker thought to himself.
The Collective’s newest soldier was by far the most dangerous that they had unleashed. Andrelious had found a lot of trouble in dealing with a pair back on the Nesolat, and now he was faced with a much larger group.
“Lower your weapons and come with us,” the Marines declared in a chilling unison.
“We will do nothing of the sort!” Brimstone snapped back.
“Pick a target and stick to them. Don’t stop until they are dead,” Andrelious ordered, himself selecting the Marine on the far-left flank.
Brimstone and Callus both picked their prey and charged in with their lightsabers, whilst the Plagueian soldiers did their best to pepper the area with blaster fire. The Marines coordinated themselves as though they were all limbs on one body. They sprinted around, making it nearly impossible for any of the Sith to do any kind of damage with their lightsabers. In between evading attacks, they would counter, forcing the trio of Sith onto the defensive. Andrelious noticed that, whilst the Marines were shooting to kill him and his fellow Sith, that they were attempting to merely disable his men.
“Sir! These are what destroyed the rest of our unit!” one of the Iron Legion fighters shouted among the chaos.
Although the Marines appeared to have the advantage, it was Callus who got the first kill, cleaving his lightsaber through the neck of a Marine who got a little too close. The remaining Marines grimaced, almost as if they had felt the pain of their colleague’s decapitation, but continued fighting.
“It’s not too late to join us. We are perfection!” the Marines cried.
“You remove everything that makes you truly alive. You’re no better than droids!” Andrelious hissed, one of his slashes getting close enough to lop off a Marine’s left hand.
Brimstone found himself under heavy fire as three Marines decided to gang up on him. The Chiss desperately defended himself, but a blaster bolt finally made its way through, hitting Brimstone’s left shoulder.
The group of Plagueians were up against the wall. Even with three powerful Sith, the Hive Mind Marines were proving a very capable match indeed.
They would need more than the Force to get themselves out.