022 BBY - The Citadel (Lola Sayu)
Mira Rollan stood upon the deck of her LAAT troop transport as it dived slowly through the noxious clouds of sulfur and ash. Durasteel racks behind her had been added to the transport to house dozens of black and red B1 Battle Droids that her master, the great Darth Helladrius, had procured from the Separatists at great cost. This was the day her master had foreseen, the coming of what would be known as the Clone Wars. Even now, the opening volleys of the war had been loosed and all eyes, Republic and Separatist alike, were fixed upon Geonosis.

The tall tower came into view, its bright illumination banks lazily swaying this way and that. The Citadel had stood as a prison for rogue Jedi and would-be Sith for 500 years. But the Warden and Guards had become complacent. Their prisoners, all fitted with Force-Dampening collars, were no threat to them. Today, their laziness would be their undoing. Mira looked spaceward, separatist ships would be dropping out of hyperspace any minute. They would draw the facilities full attention and blind them to the prescience of her forces. As if on cue, a deafening klaxon began to ring throughout the Citadel.

"It's time!" Mira shouted to her droid pilots over the din, "Give the order to land and begin the assault!"

"Roger! Roger!" the pilot responded, "All units move in!" The dropship veered sharply starboard, breaking through the thick ash cloud and into clear view of the facility. The closest anti-air battery got off a single, wildly aimed shot before one of the other dropships blasted in to debris with a missile. Her small fleet was coming in too low and too fast for any of the other guns, which had just positioned to ward against the separatist ships in orbit, could be retasked to repel them. The droid pilot did well, landing the LAAT swiftly onto the landing pad. Mira sprang from the dropship the moment the door slid aside.

"Forward!" On her command the first row of B1 droids awoke from their stasis and unfolded themselves, stepping forward and allowing the mechanism within the ship to cycle to the next row of droids.

"Roger! Roger!" they shouted as one as they hopped down from the ship to the permacrete landing pad. In less than a minute Mira was supported by a 20 droid squad and three more dropships had already landed and begun offloading their droid compliments. Apprentices, dressed similarly to herself in black robes, ordered their squads forward as planned. Mira motioned for her droids to proceed. They were greeted with slow, half-hearted blaster fire from a handful of guards. The battledroids responded with overwhelming force. Those few guards fell or were forced to retreat.

And thus, to overwhelming force, the Citadel fell. What few guards had survived Mira and her sister's assaults readily surrendered at the point of her crimson lightsaber. The Warden actually put up a fight, but one of her sisters had run him through with little effort. The rest fell in line after that. Mira had the Citadel's 200 prisoners gathered into the facilities cantina chamber and stood before them, leaping easily to stand upon a steel table as a makeshift stage.

"Prisoners of the Jedi, we are your salvation!" She shouted, raising her hands before her. She looked upon the crowd and saw many confused and skeptical faces, but she also saw many faces that were clearly ready to accept any deal she proposed in exchange for freedom. "We have liberated the Citadel. Not in the name of the Republic, or the Separatists. But in the name of the Sith! You will be the first generation of the Sith Empire reborn!" Many cheers went up among the crowd, but there were some that looked upon her with contempt. Mira drew the hilt of her lightsaber and snapped her fingers as she dropped to the floor. Without speaking her droids ushered forth the first prisoner to stand before her. He was a young Chiss male, covered in a myriad of scars and tattoos.

"Do you pledge your undying loyalty to the New Sith Empire?" Mira asked coldly.

"I do." He answered after a moments hesitation. Mira smiled at him. With an easy flick of her slender wrist, the force-dampening collar around his neck clicked and clattered to the floor. She inclined her head to him.

"Welcome brother." Mira motioned the Chiss to her side where the other apprentices greeted him and wrapped him in a black robe. The droids presented another prisoner and Mira repeated the question firmly.  "Do you pledge your undying loyalty to the new Sith Empire?"

"Never." The older man standing before her growled defiantly, "I may be considered a rouge by the council, but I am still a Jedi. I'll never join you. Never join the Dark Side." He spat in defiance.

Mira stared the man in the eye. She shrugged nonchalantly. "As you wish." Her lightsaber ignited with an angry hiss as she shoved the plasma blade through the man's chest. His final cry came out as a pitiful gurgle. She withdrew the blade, and as the man dropped to his needs, she cleanly removed his head with an effortless stroke. She kicked the body away from her to land at the feet of a waiting droid, who immediately set to work removing the corpse. Mira turned back to the line of waiting prisoners.

"Next please." She quipped, an almost bubbly tone to her voice.