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Darth Viscera
Dec 18th, 2000, 01:29:22 AM
*Lowers his hood, sits on the bed, and programs his small holopad to play his favorite drama, The Dawn of Worlds.*

Darth Viscera
Dec 18th, 2000, 05:49:56 AM
*DV gets tired, takes a shower and brushes his teeth, takes off his shoes, then goes to bed, and tries to dream good dreams.*




*Viscera floated above the skies of Frih'Tan V, staring down at the planetary firestorm below. The once-beautiful planet had been ravaged by war unlike any other he had seen. Thousands of soldiers clad in the gloss white of stormtroopers and the tri-color garments of @#%$ troops lay slaughtered on the ruined grounds below, lying in a pool of blood and other bodily fluids. Some of them were wounded, but no one would ever know. The sea of blood would be their final resting place. Limbs lay severed amongst the dead.*
Hell.
*Under the ground, a family lay huddled together, protecting each other in their own pitiful, shortsighted way. A young woman stood, holding a small child, while a middle-aged man clad in black stared off to a horizon he could not see, pondering, searching for a way to protect his family.*
Or perhaps not.
*Viscera looked skyward, and was startled to find his master there, gazing down at him at all times, and even beyond time-the cold, dark, unrelenting eyes probing his soul. Vader. Even the act of breathing-possibly the simplest act a human could perform-was an intimidating thing when Vader was doing it. The sound of his inhaling and exhaling through the iron lung mixed together with the ambience. Then, the sky turned black as the void of space, and the ground seemed to disappear.*
Yes, my master?
You know what you must do.
I do, my master.
*The scene changed once again-this time to Imperial Center, in the Emperor's Throne room, inside the Imperial palace. Two guards clad in crimson escorted Vader out from the turbolift, leading him to his Master.*
"Guards: leave us," commanded the Emperor.
*The guards disappear behind the turbolift shaft, as Vader kneels before his master.*
"Rise, my friend," commands the Emperor.
"What is thy bidding, my master?"
"Tell me of my adept."
"His training is proceeding as planned. Soon, he will be ready."
"Good, good. You see, my apprentice? Not even death will prevent me from suceeding this time."
"Yes, my master."
"The rebels have taken their fleet to Kothlis, as I have foreseen, and soon, they will depart for Sullust. The plans were stolen earlier today by rebel ships under the command of Skywalker himself. Is the Death Star's primary weapon complete?"
"No, my master."
"Very well. Go to the Sanctuary moon and make certain that Moff Jerjerrod completes the weapon on schedule. Once the rebellion is crushed and Skywalker is one of us, you will complete his training. Go, Lord Vader."
"As you wish."
*Vader walked back to the turbolift, flanked by crimson guards, and descended.*





*DV awoke, sweat streaming across his face. That vision had not helped him at all.*
*He redressed, then decided to head back to his ship to pick up a few ration bars, lest he wished to fast.*

Live Wire
Dec 18th, 2000, 10:42:56 AM
*LW passed DV in the hall*

Good morning. Did you sleep well?

Darth Viscera
Dec 18th, 2000, 11:29:39 AM
*Noticing LW, DV stops to exchange pleasantries.*

"Good morning, Lordess Live Wire. I had an odd dream last night, the kind of dream which I haven't had since my days on Byss. Tell me-is this place unusually strong with the dark side of the force?"

Live Wire
Dec 18th, 2000, 11:37:05 AM
I have found that it is. While TSO has not been around in name for very long this area of Corellia has been the stronghold of the sith for many years. I do not believe that it was chosen randomly.

Darth Viscera
Dec 18th, 2000, 12:25:48 PM
"Okay. I'm off to my shuttle to pick up some rations. Want to come with? The daily special is protein supplement #192, just like mom used to synthesize."

Live Wire
Dec 18th, 2000, 08:55:04 PM
Nutritious but would you prefer something a little more tasty? We do have a wonderful kitchen.

Darth Viscera
Dec 18th, 2000, 11:40:06 PM
*nods*

I'll follow you there.

Live Wire
Dec 20th, 2000, 12:54:17 AM
*takes DV down to the kitchen. Its dark at this time so LW walks over and turns on a light*


So what would you like. Im an excellent chef!

Darth Viscera
Dec 20th, 2000, 03:51:02 AM
*Thinks for a while*

"You know what would be nice? An omelet. Do you have any fresh flink? Or maybe a salad with mynock strips on the side."

Live Wire
Dec 21st, 2000, 01:34:03 AM
lol! make up your mind. I can cook whatever your heart desires.

Darth Viscera
Dec 21st, 2000, 03:33:38 AM
An omelet, please. With roasted flink on the side.

Live Wire
Dec 22nd, 2000, 09:53:33 PM
sure thing!

*LW heads over to the fridge and diggs around*


So what's up?

*LW gets what she needs and lays it out on the counter*

Darth Viscera
Dec 23rd, 2000, 03:34:45 AM
Oh, nothing much. Just waiting to have a master assigned to me, begin my training, etc. You know, the usual.

Live Wire
Dec 24th, 2000, 07:42:22 PM
Finding a master for an apprentice is not an easy task. Its always the goal to asign them to someone they can learn the most from. Someone they fit well with...or in some cases someone they don't fit well with.


*LW walks over to the stove and starts cooking*

Lady Vader
Dec 24th, 2000, 09:29:57 PM
*LV saunters in rubbing some sleep in her eyes*

oh... hi *yawn* didn't think anyone was still up...

*stops walking*

well, actually, around here, there's ALWAYS someone up...

*looks over at DV*

hello DV...

*looks over at LW and then back at DV*

I see she's whippin you up an evil looking omlet... smells good, LW...

*walks over to fridge*

well, I just came for a glass of milk and then I'll be on my way...

*pours herself a glass and pours some into a bowl... she looks up to see DV looking at her funny*

oh! this bowl is for Iesis, my black Corellian panther...

*she chuckles and downs her glass of milk*

have a good night... I'll see ya both around...

*LV walks out with the bowl of milk back to her room*