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"Or...all three of you can stay where you are, take blood tests, and be incarcerated."

Three armoured personnel carriers rumbled down the street at dangerous velocity and crushing several unexpected civilian vehicles aside, came to a stop behind a single man with a nobleman's demeanor, no alarm had been sounded from the local Imperial Garisson, however, the way the three had yet to notice a large force of ISB personnel on the way was testimony to the continued research and development, alongside the rigorous testing of the ISB C-FOUs (Counter-Force Operations Units). It sounded grand and important, but in the end it was merely a series of squads of men with a Thrall unit attached to each giving off the ten meter or so radius of force bubble from a Ysalamiri.

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Thirty minutes prior

Izaak von Schwartzkrieg looked down upon the settlement of this planet, there had been rumours of continued piracy and force related activity due to its close proximity to both Sith space and Hutt Space. Its apparent lack of law enforcement to deal with such minor issues was in the eyes of the ISB and COMPNOR as a whole, an embarrassment better left forgotten and covered up. Sending him was a high profile political move to show the people of the planetary system that the Empire did not consider this place an autonomous region, nor did they appreciate the bad reputation. For the lack of Imperial presence had lead to a growth in other factions, thus this planet was a good a place as any to start a war between groups, be they criminal, illegal, or otherwise.

Most of the time with the Empire he was escorted by his Thrall units, two and a half meter tall behemoths of muscle, drug and durasteel. Inside their carapace were Ysalamiri indicating him to be hiding from the force users, few in the Empire suspected his force sensitivity, never mind the fact that he was protected by the very organization that was dedicated to finding and capturing the wielders of the force. But either through endless practice back in his own personal estate, where he sometimes evacuated all Ysalamiri aboard his colony ship, so he could just enjoy the sensation of the suffering and madness that revolved around his very person so often, he felt a severe jolt of euphoria in that one time he decided to let the offending reptiles leave. Ah, how he missed it so, the sadistic joy of feeling so many suffer at once in such close proximity just down below him in that seedy district where a single cantina stood with its doors bolted shut...

Why would it shut at this hour? A smile entered Izaak's face as he turned around from his balcony into his makeshift office, pressing a button on his desk with his gloved hand, he half shouted with joy.

"Prepare nine APCs, mobilise First Thrall Squad, and ISB Tactical Squad seven through sixteen! Prepare for C-FOU Op. No telling if given the close proximity to the damned cultists own homelands."

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Izaak von Schwartzkrieg had come hoping to find some test subjects and also, to find any Sith artefacts. If there were truuly cultists around, the chances of artefacts be they false or real was high on the thriving black market they had. He had come first on a light speeder and had just come in on a conversation. He didn't really care what they were talking about, he also did not care if they were force users or not. If it meant he could make a vivid and obvious move by the ISB here and now in public, the chances of its effect boosting the morale of the local forces here and also informing the locals to hide their illicit activity was high. There was no way to get rid of criminal activity in any planet, but if they took the hint and hid away when the forces were around, at least that will leave a better image in his wake.

His trench coat made him look out of place and he himself stuck out like a sore thumb on usual occasions due to his two meter height, in this case, there were a trio already showing off with loud words and veiled threats, so he had managed to at least make it to the street involved where he thought the disruption was best. There was a flicker of comfirmation before the Ysalamiri bubble came in again. He wore an ISB tunic under his coat and he held a cane in his hand as if used like a casual walking stick with an ornate handle of a twin-winged serpent upholding a clockwork pentacle, a new addition had added a single raven clasping the pentacle with its wings outstrected. Otherwise, he had a holstered officer's blaster pistol visible. The smell of blood and carnage was wafting out from the cantina turned butcher house and he inhaled the sweet scent like he enjoyed it.

"Sorry to disturb you but you three are suspected of wanton carnage and destruction under Imperial Law. You will come peacefully and in chains or violently and in chains."

Raising his hand, he gestured to the trio before him in a cordial manner, and bowed politely, the thirty ISB soldiers charged with riot gear supported by the Armoured Thrall Units. On the other side of the cantina, a different group heard the signal and they rushed in through a back door, another thirty. Finally, in the distance could be seen another three APCs but their cargo remained unloaded, as if expecting the trio to escape, after having cut down every sixty men who charged in of course. In fact, if anyone seemed more inviting of said prospect, it was the man who had lead all the ISB soldiers here in the first place, his little bow seemed to hold more than mere courtesy. One of the drivers brought out a portable seat for Izaak to sit on, who quickly did so as if enjoying some blood-sport.

(EDIT: Just in case anyone is under any other impression, allow me to clarify that I fully expect you all to have no problem what so ever mopping the floor with those poor canon fodder I have presented you with, please feel free to start the massacre at your convenience.)