Saurian Swords
The Saurian Swords are the most elite organization utilized by the Saurian Empire, their area of expertise ranging from espionage, to covert black ops, to assassinations and the like.
Soft, rapid clicks echoed down the davantium reinforced corridor of the vessel as the Swords’ grav boots locked and unlocked to the metal grated floor at the speed of thought, barely audible to even a Saurian’s advanced hearing. Periodically staggered portholes on the right side of the wall peered out into the endless blackness of the void, only the dark nightside of the closely orbited planet visible beyond. The dull low-power lights at the end of the passage illuminated a figure emerging through the far doorway then, a casually held rifle resting in it’s gloved hands. Light glinted weakly off the metallic symbol painted on the figure’s chest plate; the shattered blade visage of Broken Sword, and the Saurian man’s eyes had time to widen only a surprised fraction before his chest plate was redecorated with his own bright crimson blood, a half dozen holes blooming in his neck and head in an instant with a volley of soft pops emitted by the lead Sword’s suppressed, near-silent pistol. The cadaver, still rigidly gripping it’s rifle, nearly made it to the floor before the hand of one of the Swords latched onto it’s collar and gently yet quickly lowered it the rest of the way down, the Sword pausing only a fraction of a second more to scratch another hash mark amid the myriad of others on his bracer with his drawn combat dagger before rising from his crouch and rapidly continuing through the doorway with the other 9 members of his team. A soft green glow began to bathe their surroundings as the corridor tapered outwards before opening out entirely onto a grated and railed gangway that ran a hundred feet above a much larger room below. The room, the bridge of the formerly Walren war vessel, was covered in various upgraded Saurian devices; their pulsating screens and indicators the source of the eerie glow in the darkness. The ship was a captured and retrofitted Walren heavy cruiser, all unnecessary systems temporarily disabled to emit as minuscule of an energy signature as possible to avoid detection in their residual orbit in the dark side of Blamous II. Of course, even had they disabled every system on board it would not have mattered. A duo of guards stood atop the gangway, engaging in casual conversation, one leaning against either adjacent railing. The Sword were on them in an instant, invisible mono blades striking in an out in two lightning quick bifurcating slashes. The four prices of Saurian meat and bone toppled over the railings and began their decent to the cold davantium beneath, tails of blood streaming out after them. Even as they still silently fell, one of the Swords’ magnified crosshair reticle adorned the armor laden brow of another figure far below. This one stood out from the others surrounding him, performing the various menial tasks required to operate a starship. He possessed more ceremonial seeming armor, silver inlaid in ornate swirling patterns on his otherwise black armor, a glistening white cape draped around his broad shoulders, and yet his air of command would have been apparent had he been clad only in rags. The sound of the parsed guards smashing into the metal ground with a wet crunch jerked every head in the room to attention, the commanding figure’s ornamental spiked helmet glinting with green light as his head snapped towards the sound. He would never know the source of the commotion however, as a projectile moving faster than the speed of sound made a perfect circle through the exact middle of the lens covering his right eye and into his head before detonating in the center of his skull. The bulletproof glossy black helmet contained most of the viscera, but the remaining lens of the helmet was blown out as glistening blood, brain matter, and tiny bone fragments geysered from the new orifices, pelting the surrounding men with grim confetti. Chaos erupted as every man rapidly drew their weapons in a panic, some frantically wiping the life blood from their faces while others flocked to the well dressed corps in their midst in a vain attempt to revive their leader. None noticed the lever on a nearby console flicking upwards seemingly of its own volition, setting the thrust of the ship to full before snapping off with a spark as the other electronics of the dashboard short circuited and sealed the fate of the now planet-bound warship. By the time anyone looked up to the empty gangway far above, the Swords were back aboard their undetectable ship, gliding silently just a few feet off the side of the many thousands of times larger Walren vessel now hurtling towards the small mining world below. Many would surely perish when the traitorous ship’s terminal decent concluded, but that was far better outcome than Broken Sword’s original intent for the massive vessel. And more importantly it would seem like just another terrorist attack on a fringe world, the terror group still seemingly too fearful to attack any major Saurian assets directly, a psychological result not achievable by the much easier solution of firing of a single nova missile or some such. The lead Sword gazed at the now receding blocky shape of the doomed void craft as his ship broke away, beginning its return as he drew his dagger again with his other hand, this time moving to the opposite bracer. The rough visage of a ship was placed there next to the six already populating the armor piece. Some others of his profession thought it meaningless to keep record of such things, if only for the sheer fact of inevitably running out of room to continue, but the Sword derived a vague sense of pleasure upon looking at the reminders of his achievements; one of the few emotions he still felt to any degree. The descending ship was obfuscated from sight then as it was swallowed by fluffy white clouds, and the Sword turned back to his comrades. He had never expected his first month as a Sword of Sauria to be so eventful.
Assets
Unknown, but the Saurian Swords possess the most cutting edge equipment and technology the Saurian Empire has to offer.
History
The Saurian Swords (originally known as simply “The Swords” as Sauria had not yet been designated as the capitol) were founded in 24 ASD as a way for the Saurian Empire to execute more morally dubious secret operations while maintaining the more just and honorable reputation of the Saurian Empire as a whole.
“Send the Swords” -Emperor Aku Va’Kai
Founding Date
24 ASD
Type
Military, Special Operations Force
Alternative Names
The Swords of Sauria, The Swords
Training Level
Elite
Veterancy Level
Decorated/Honored
Demonym
Sword
Ruling Organization
Founders
Location
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