The fighting around the Academy was fierce, but it seemed that the forces of the Iron throne had begun to get their footing on this situation. Cethgus had been given instructions to help them on this front with most of the Brotherhood backing, this was in order to try and take the Academy from the enemy and secure it for the sake of the Brotherhood. The sand swept across the battle lines of the Iron Throne, as the troops continued to work on reinforcing their position, it seemed that the Jedi Hunter in charge knew what he was doing and if this was correct then he would be left to continue doing his work.

“Cethgus, your small task force is ready to go. I left you a small force of troops to take under your command just head out when you are ready and good luck,” the voice of the Human crept threw his helmet as he spoke to the Quaestor.

“Understood and thank you for your cooperation lieutenant” the Iridonian allowed his eyes to follow the man as he walked away before turning his gaze back to those that had been given to him to command. It was only a small lot but still, this group would be better than nothing in the end and that was the key. This mission was one that most of them would not return from it was still something they had to take seriously as this was the fate that would fall everyone if their mission failed.

Cethgus allowed himself to spin onto his heels as the group packed up their gear and headed out to see what this mission would have in store for them, though it was safe to say that it would be challenging at the least. As the Primarch began the journey they soon found themselves entering one of the small entrances of the Academy that had been secured, it was here that the sound of movement and infighting had began. It was clear that this team was not alone any more, as their weapons raised up the Iridonian brought his saber hilts to hand as he advanced through the corridors of this one magnificent building, his eyes glancing and scanning the terrain around him.

“Move quick, move silent and kill anything that stands in our way clear?” The order allowed the troops little time to nod before they found themselves once more on the move, weapons sunk into their shoulders ready to squeeze the trigger at the slightest sign of hostile movement.

The attack inside of the Academy was a well organised attack from the Iron Throne, each team breached the building with ease clearing the insides with devastating efficiency, it was clear that this fight was one that held no quarter, brother on brother, force users at their prime it was something that saw the Iridonian challenged by his opponents. It was an honourable and worthy cause to fight for the Iron Throne and the Equite wasn’t about to miss his turn on some action.

As the group encountered their first opponents, a small squad that patrolled the section of the Academy, setting up for the high ground and the element of surprise the Iridonian readied his team with ease. It was brief but the eruption of blaster fire, and shouting and screams as the patrol hit the floor was as satisfying as ever to the Iridonian who knew he had just come out of this better than he had gone into it. Something with ease was hardly worth the groups time, but as they pushed on the fighting became what could be considered a stalemate, neither side budging but each one desperate for control of the Academy.

“Sir, we have them on the back foot, forces are making a final push around the Academy to force them out of the area, at least we can hold the Academy” the communications officers voice echoed throughout the corridors as blaster bolts shattered into the walls.

“Understood, move quickly I will take lead” with that the Iridionian allowed his blades to hiss into life as he darted from cover heading the charge directly at his opponents. His blades were swift as they slammed into their mark, catching the other squad moving with haste from the corner of his eye he watched as they raised their weapons letting the bolts slam into the retreating rebels and what seemed like an entire army ran threw the Academy, hunting down everything that stood in its way, catching and killing the rebels and one sith with ease as they forced them from the ruined and ran down temple towards its outskirts.

“They are retreating sir, reports are that the Brotherhood forces have seized control of the Academy, we are setting up outposts around the Academy to hold this position. Our Forces completed their mission,” the comms officer delivered the news that the Iridonian wanted to hear, it seemed that for what resistance they expected sheer number of force had driven them from the Academy.

Tonight, at least, the Academy belonged to the Brotherhood.

By: Cethgus Tiberius Entar Arconae (6705)