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Post by Marekis Mudane on Feb 14, 2012 2:15:17 GMT -8
Marekis reached the orbit of Bothawui and let out a revealed sigh. It had been a long time coming but the moment was finally here. Marekis was going to pull off his greatest feat yet. His biggest murder. His grandest assassination. He smirked and readied himself while in orbit. He tied his hair back into a tail and threw his newly found jedi cloak over his clothes. He reached over and clipped the jedis saber to his belt. He looked down with a frown. Bringing his hand up to his face he realized his hand sabers were not very stealthy or jedi like, nor did he want to be tempted to use them. He slipped them off and stored them within his storage unit with a slight whimper. With everything together it seemed he had turned into a jedi. He laughed once and manned the controls again and cruised down to the planet.
"It's show time people!"
He cruised down to the docking station of Drev'starn and landed his old Y-wing. Stepping out into the world of Bothawui was his cue to bring up his Jedi persona. He smiled softly and walked with a stride across the station. He looked around and saw what his Masters datapad had shown him: The Combined Clan Center Building. He began his march towards the building and was met by the guards outside.
"I'm Jedi knight Abraham Delorian, I need to speak with the Clan leaders."
"The Clan leaders will not see you Jedi. You are not welcome."
Marekis stirred a moment. This guard didn't seem to budge. He needed something that was a threat to there alliance. A threat to their people...
"I know of a threat to the Emperor's throne. It would be most fortunate for all of us if this threat was eliminated."
The guard grunted in repulsion. What was this jedi trying to pull? He stood his ground not going to willingly move.
"The clan leaders aren't even in. It's rare they are even all together.
Marekis stepped back a moment. This was not what he had planned. He looked up at the guard and nodded.
"Well may you let the clan leaders know this? I need them together. This is very crucial information!"
Sighing the guard spun around and went inside. Marekis was shocked at the guard leaving hos post so irresponsibly. Another guard near by spoke out to him.
"He went inside to consort the leaders. Please wait here till he returns. He shouldn't be long."
Marekis smiled politely and bowed. His plan might just work. He waited outside the hall till word came back. As he waited he thought to himself about his Master and his progress he made as a Sith. The Order of Two became a large part of his life. But what of his Master. He looked at him and saw a hollow man that was held together by the framework of these rules, this order. Marekis had learned that his anger, his hate and pain were to be fuel to use to make himself stronger. But his Master, he sought exterior weapons and tools to make him stronger. The mask, his hand, even the tools he made for Marekis, all things to be used as such:Tools. But what of the skill to use them? The power the wield the them? Maybe he wasn't fit...
"Sir Delorian?"
Marekis snapped back to reality. It seemed the guard had returned. And Marekis was off in his own little world.
"Ah yes?"
"The clan leaders will meet for you. But the meeting will be supervised by the guard, and the clan leaders will not be here until tomorrow."
"Ah yes that is perfect, thank you. I'll be here till they arrive."
The guard surpised and confused had to ask.
"Right here...Till tomorrow?"
"Yes. Is there a problem?"
"Well...No I assume."
And so the wait began. This is the End of Act one of my little play.
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Post by Marekis Mudane on Feb 14, 2012 2:35:11 GMT -8
The sun raised over the Clans Center Building and Marekis peaked his eye up to watch is gleam over the horizon. It was time. He felt it. He hadn't slept a wink all night. He was too busy going over his plan in his head. Every detail must be worked out, every stone left unturned. He looks to the door of the building and thought about what lay inside. he had no idea what to expect but this was to important to fear the unknown. Suddenly a guard emerged from the building.
"The Clan leaders will see you..."
He nodded and followed in. This was it. It's time to play the part of a life time.
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Post by Military on Feb 14, 2012 3:14:39 GMT -8
The guards led him through the gates and into the main foyer area. The Chamber was all dazzlingly white marble, with Vaulted ceiling hundreds of feet high, and tall, wide pillars decorated with some gleaming precious metal. At the opposite end of the chamber transparent turbolift tubes Which were busy bringing secretaries, politicians, and bureaucrats of all sorts to and from the many levels of the building. On the main floor itself there were many booths and reception areas for making all of the appointments within. The accompaniment did not stop at any of these however, and instead continued to lead their guest across the floor, straight to one of the main turbolifts.
The captain of the guard used his clearance to open the main elevator, the door of which was intricately decorated with more metalwork. The company entered the lift as it opened and not a single Bothan said a word the whole ride to the top. The highest view of the chamber came and went quickly as the lift ascended higher into the executive quarters. There was a view once more as the lift approached the very top and the entire city could be seen from now over a thousand feet in the air.
Finally the lift stopped and they entered a white hallway leading to a pair of large, silver plated blast doors which two guards stood in front of. Before the Jedi was allowed to go any further the Captain stopped him. From behind one of the guards began scanning him with a detecting device of some sort.
"Please hand over any weapons and electronics now." the Captain said sternly.
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Post by Marekis Mudane on Feb 14, 2012 3:24:52 GMT -8
Marekis was shocked at this. How was he to take on any of these Bothans without a saber? He could use his force powers but only the dark side would give him any lethal usage and that would blow his cover fast. Marekis thought quick and looked to the guard with a frown.
"I'm sorry I can't do that. A jedi on a empire loyal planet, in a empire loyal building, with empire loyal guards, I can't take my chances without a weapon. Surely my word is enough. Plus. Where am I going to go? There are so many guards here I couldn't possible go anywhere but on the floor. Probably bleeding to death and wondering what a dumb idea it was to cross the bothans."
Hopefully flattery would get him where he wanted. If not Marekis did bring up a good point. This definitely wasn't in his favor.
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Post by Military on Feb 14, 2012 3:32:56 GMT -8
"Don't try to play mind-games with me Jedi", he said unamused. "Hand over your weapons, or we will take them and you will leave. I assure you I will not let any of your possessions out of my personal care if that makes you feel any better."
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Post by Marekis Mudane on Feb 14, 2012 3:35:50 GMT -8
Marekis dropped his head in a solemn sigh. This definatly was not part of the plan. Without a saber he'd need to improvise. He took a step closer to the Bothan and handed over his weapon with a smile.
"Well if you put it that way then fine. No need for any hostilities."
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Post by Military on Feb 14, 2012 3:55:00 GMT -8
The Captain took the lightsaber and hooked it into his own belt. Only once the guards finish searching him did they proceed down the corridor. As they approached the lavishly decorated blast doors, the guards standing by stood aside and opened them. Inside were twelve delegates sitting round a long wooden table with a thirteenth at the head- the current Head-of State of the Bothan government, Trask Lei'ra. Once inside the guards in the hall closed the doors once more. All the guards who had blasters had stayed outside facing the door. Only the Captain and four guards armed with stun Batons stayed in the room.
Trask looked at their guest hard for a moment before speaking, "I don't want to waste any more time that need be" he said in a deep, rich voice, "This information you have given us thus far seems to be accurate. Now tell us all why you are here and what your terms are for sharing the rest of what you know with us."
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Post by Marekis Mudane on Feb 14, 2012 4:07:48 GMT -8
Marekis bowed his head in respect to the Bothans. It's game time. Head rising he locked eyes with Trask. He puffed his chest out to show his importance.
"There is a Sith master by the name of Jeluvitas seeking to kill the emperor. Ou sources tell us he has a apprentice as well. We still don't have an exact name. But I think we will soon. All I have to ask of you is this. The Jedi need your FULL support."
Marekis knew this agreement was completely out the window. No way these terms could be met. And that is definatly what he was hoping for. He kept his eyes locked with the bothan. Not budging.
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Post by Military on Feb 14, 2012 4:14:23 GMT -8
Trask narrowed his eyes at the Jedi.
"The activities of Jeluvitas are suspicious, yes. But no one can confirm what you are implying. It is a gamble. And a foolish one. I see no need in risking an alliance. your presence here is bad enough as it is."
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Post by Marekis Mudane on Feb 14, 2012 4:18:58 GMT -8
Marekis glared at the Bothan. He had to play his part well or it might cut short.
"Do I need to remind you of the urgency of this matter! I must return with word of an alliance. We can NOT have you helping the empire any further!"
Marekis curled his fist into a ball. It was nearly time.
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Post by Military on Feb 14, 2012 4:32:35 GMT -8
"You dare command ME?!" he shouted angrily; rising momentarily and slamming both hands on the table. Quickly he composed himself and sat back down. He looked across the table at the other officials and delegates seated there. "Well gentlemen- what say you?" There was quiet murmuring and displeased glances being exchanged all throughout the room. The captain of the Guard who stood away from the table gripped tighter on the lightsaber at his belt, as if anticipating danger.
Once the murmuring subsided Trask spoke up once more, "It is decided. We are done here. Now leave." After he uttered those final words the delegates began to softly murmur again. Once of them took out a fountain pen to write something, another checked his datapad. The Captain began walking toward the Jedi as they talked amongst themselves. "You heard him," the Captain said," Time to go."
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Post by Marekis Mudane on Feb 14, 2012 4:39:07 GMT -8
Marekis frowned. And sensing the the captain approaching from behind he knew it was time. Marekis grabbed his arm which had a tight grip on his saber and twisted it around and threw the captain over his back. Quickly turning on his saber he stabbed down onto the captain.
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Post by Military on Feb 14, 2012 4:42:32 GMT -8
The room was suddenly in a panic. The Delegates yelled in fear and surprise. The blast doors began to open as the delegates pleaded to be let out. All at once the four guards with stun batons closed on the Jedi and whacked at him.
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Post by Marekis Mudane on Feb 14, 2012 4:46:15 GMT -8
Marekis rolled away from the guards and leaped into the Delegates path. He swung down on Trask to start. He'd deal with the guards later, if he even needed to that is.
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Post by Military on Feb 14, 2012 4:49:44 GMT -8
"OUT OF THE WAY!" one of the guards in the hall yelled. The Guards outside struggled to get a shot with all the politians swarming past. Finally one managed to line up a shot and began to open fire with his repeating blaster rifle.
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Post by Marekis Mudane on Feb 14, 2012 4:52:33 GMT -8
Marekis stopped mid swing and realized the fire coming from the hall he quickly grabbed the Bothan delegate and used him as a human shield while deflecting the shots fired with his saber. Maybe he could persuade the guards to leave him be.
"Everyone out or I will kill him!"
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Post by Military on Feb 14, 2012 4:56:54 GMT -8
The guard stopped firing, but too late as the shots intended for the intruder had already hit and killed the delegate. Now more of the guards opened fire on him as the delegates headed toward the turbolift.
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Post by Marekis Mudane on Feb 14, 2012 4:59:21 GMT -8
"Screw it!"
Marekis jumped down and force pushed several guards back and singled out one as he swang his saber down on him, letting him share the same fate as his captain.
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Post by Military on Feb 15, 2012 2:52:33 GMT -8
The guard who had been attacked first let out a short anguished cry as his body was torn through by the energy blade. The remaining nine guards struggled to get back on their feet. Two of them, who had not been thrown back quite as violently, quickly recovered and began to open fire on the Jedi once again.
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Post by Marekis Mudane on Feb 15, 2012 17:48:25 GMT -8
Marekis began deflecting the shots back at the guards to buy himself some time. He looked over his shoulder and noticed the fleeing delegates. He couldn't let them get away. After deflecting some shot's he found an opening. He ran back towards the Bothan clan leaders and threw his saber towards them, trying to kill two birds with one stone.
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