Post by Dire Wolf on Mar 16, 2014 1:07:02 GMT -5
Makem Te
An arid wind born beneath gloomy storm clouds surged across the vast sandy expanse of Makem Te. The wind whirled around hundreds of miles of gravestones and later twisted past the great iron houses of Thousand Thousand, Makem Te’s greatest city, until it battered the back of a lonely hooded spacer. The figure continued to walk down the side of the road with the clack of a bronze colored staff against dusty ground to punctuate her boots.
“Filthy mongrels,” Lady Vesperia spat through a scoff as she passed by a pair of the planet’s misshapen denizens. It took all of the woman’s being to keep her composure as they chattered over some worthless trinket. But she needed to play relatively nice. Their extreme regenerative abilities would prove extremely useful in the coming war, and they had just handed a victory by their species ability for deception.
Multiple Republic senators, some of them ranked in rather fortuitous positions, had been captured not twelve hours before. A rare smile cracked across her face at the thought. Her first victory. Not only that, but it was a victory that she had created, designed, and executed. Completely hers. Some other Sith may have assisted with the execution and many Imperial troopers lended their weapons, but in the end she would be given due credit for the skirmish would be given to her. The rank of Darth was within her grasp.
Only one task remained before she could relieve some stress with a captured senator in an interrogation room aboard The Crimson Tide. Mako Tao’sen was her task. Humans seemed so fickle, and more than ready to skim from the top when they think that no one’s eye is upon them. Only the empire’s eyes never blink, and she had been dispatched to retrieve the stolen money. Possible depose the man from his ill organization and install a more reliable supplicant.
“Stop,” a large man snarled at her, but she obliged. Not everyone recognizes a Sith without their signature black robes.
“What is your business here,” a native of Makem Te asked her through that sickening smile of teeth.
Vesperia resisted the urge to remove the swokes-swokes’ non-existent neck from its shoulders and instead revealed one of the two lightsabers from beneath her dusty brown cloak. The two guards’ eyes fell to the ground before they muttered some cordial greeting.
Fear.
She stirred fear in the fearsome creatures’ hearts. Pathetic. Merely revealing a lightsaber meant nothing to anyone that knew anything, yet the Sith still found herself feasting on the emotion. It exhilarated her to sow fear in others, even if it was within the weak. Without a word she passed by the guards and through their poorly defended gate. Before too long the Sith Lady had stepped into a large, circular room filled with people’s conversation and cantina music. One of those people sat on a throne above all the others, and that man was Mako Tao’sen.
“I see that you have thrown quite the little soiree, and I have yet to receive an invitation.” Her voice was hardly a yell yet it seemed to drone out the party’s cacophony, “I must be correct in assuming that ‘tis still in the mail?”
Everything in the room came to a screeching halt and all eyes were on the traveler. A plasteel cuirass could be seen beneath her dusty brown cloak, and only those closest to her could see that she wore armored boots and the vambraces at her wrist. Lady Vesperia began to pace like a lion, and the crowd gave her the same berth as if she were one of the fearsome cats.
“You took what you should not have, Tao’sen. Count yourself infinitely fortunate, however, as the Empire has decided to let you simply return what you have taken and put this mess behind them. Business is business, you understand, and what we had was so lucrative for the both parties. If you refuse, however, we will be at quite the impasse, no?”
A growl disturbed her innermost being told her of a disturbance in the Force. It was difficult to sense it amidst the throng of people in the room, but it was there all the same. Somewhere. Icy blue eyes darted from Mako’s surprised face and about the crowd around her. The crowd had gone from staring at the Sith to gazing at their master in wait of his reply.
“I thin-”
“-shush,” her annoyed shush seemed to echo from the walls. Not a single soul had the gall to speak, cough, or even fidget. Only a Sith could make a ripple in the Force like that. Then, a Jedi could, too. Did one of them escape from the ambush only to hide in the most unfortunate place possible? Or was this coincidence?
An icy fury welled up in her heart as her eyes fell back upon the throned man, who only fidgeted in his seat beneath the weight of her gaze.
“You seem to have a force user in your midst, Mako. Tell me its name, elsewise I will be forced to begin killing until I find it. You have five seconds before we begin.” Lady Vesperia’s voice held a calm, possibly even sweet, tone to her words that thinly veiled the deathly threat.
The silent countdown began...
An arid wind born beneath gloomy storm clouds surged across the vast sandy expanse of Makem Te. The wind whirled around hundreds of miles of gravestones and later twisted past the great iron houses of Thousand Thousand, Makem Te’s greatest city, until it battered the back of a lonely hooded spacer. The figure continued to walk down the side of the road with the clack of a bronze colored staff against dusty ground to punctuate her boots.
“Filthy mongrels,” Lady Vesperia spat through a scoff as she passed by a pair of the planet’s misshapen denizens. It took all of the woman’s being to keep her composure as they chattered over some worthless trinket. But she needed to play relatively nice. Their extreme regenerative abilities would prove extremely useful in the coming war, and they had just handed a victory by their species ability for deception.
Multiple Republic senators, some of them ranked in rather fortuitous positions, had been captured not twelve hours before. A rare smile cracked across her face at the thought. Her first victory. Not only that, but it was a victory that she had created, designed, and executed. Completely hers. Some other Sith may have assisted with the execution and many Imperial troopers lended their weapons, but in the end she would be given due credit for the skirmish would be given to her. The rank of Darth was within her grasp.
Only one task remained before she could relieve some stress with a captured senator in an interrogation room aboard The Crimson Tide. Mako Tao’sen was her task. Humans seemed so fickle, and more than ready to skim from the top when they think that no one’s eye is upon them. Only the empire’s eyes never blink, and she had been dispatched to retrieve the stolen money. Possible depose the man from his ill organization and install a more reliable supplicant.
“Stop,” a large man snarled at her, but she obliged. Not everyone recognizes a Sith without their signature black robes.
“What is your business here,” a native of Makem Te asked her through that sickening smile of teeth.
Vesperia resisted the urge to remove the swokes-swokes’ non-existent neck from its shoulders and instead revealed one of the two lightsabers from beneath her dusty brown cloak. The two guards’ eyes fell to the ground before they muttered some cordial greeting.
Fear.
She stirred fear in the fearsome creatures’ hearts. Pathetic. Merely revealing a lightsaber meant nothing to anyone that knew anything, yet the Sith still found herself feasting on the emotion. It exhilarated her to sow fear in others, even if it was within the weak. Without a word she passed by the guards and through their poorly defended gate. Before too long the Sith Lady had stepped into a large, circular room filled with people’s conversation and cantina music. One of those people sat on a throne above all the others, and that man was Mako Tao’sen.
“I see that you have thrown quite the little soiree, and I have yet to receive an invitation.” Her voice was hardly a yell yet it seemed to drone out the party’s cacophony, “I must be correct in assuming that ‘tis still in the mail?”
Everything in the room came to a screeching halt and all eyes were on the traveler. A plasteel cuirass could be seen beneath her dusty brown cloak, and only those closest to her could see that she wore armored boots and the vambraces at her wrist. Lady Vesperia began to pace like a lion, and the crowd gave her the same berth as if she were one of the fearsome cats.
“You took what you should not have, Tao’sen. Count yourself infinitely fortunate, however, as the Empire has decided to let you simply return what you have taken and put this mess behind them. Business is business, you understand, and what we had was so lucrative for the both parties. If you refuse, however, we will be at quite the impasse, no?”
A growl disturbed her innermost being told her of a disturbance in the Force. It was difficult to sense it amidst the throng of people in the room, but it was there all the same. Somewhere. Icy blue eyes darted from Mako’s surprised face and about the crowd around her. The crowd had gone from staring at the Sith to gazing at their master in wait of his reply.
“I thin-”
“-shush,” her annoyed shush seemed to echo from the walls. Not a single soul had the gall to speak, cough, or even fidget. Only a Sith could make a ripple in the Force like that. Then, a Jedi could, too. Did one of them escape from the ambush only to hide in the most unfortunate place possible? Or was this coincidence?
An icy fury welled up in her heart as her eyes fell back upon the throned man, who only fidgeted in his seat beneath the weight of her gaze.
“You seem to have a force user in your midst, Mako. Tell me its name, elsewise I will be forced to begin killing until I find it. You have five seconds before we begin.” Lady Vesperia’s voice held a calm, possibly even sweet, tone to her words that thinly veiled the deathly threat.
The silent countdown began...