I Of The Morning: Sunday School

[Jeseth Cloak]

Jeseth stepped into the Jedi establishment with Sieken beside him. Between them there was a small cargo box, blood stains smeared across it's lid. The two Dark Siders heaved the box on top of one of the nearest empty tables and looked around. He wanted the Jedi to give him their attention.



---Earlier That Morning---

Jeseth walked slowly along the lower levels of Coruscant. It was completely unguarded, with the exception of an occasional hired thug that stood at the door to an establishment. His boots squished along the ground, sinking several inches into the filth that caked the floor. In fact, Jeseth hadn't ever seen where Coruscant's actual crust began. It was perpetually buried beneath miles of garbage and debris.

Up ahead was a school... one of the few places in the lower levels where children could ever receive an education. This squalor was something to be cleansed. Jeseth had already made plans to educate the children. He looked over at Sieken, one of Vega Van Derveld's apprentices. Only a few moments ago Sieken had gashed open a Jedi's chest. The fool had recognized them for what they were. It was likely he had bled to death by now...

[Severen Morkonis]

Vega had very kindly let Sieken out of his grasp for today...to be honest it was a nice escape to be with Jeseth and away from Vegas harsh environment. Although even Jeseth himself had a very commanding sort of attitude but even that wouldn't spoil there plans for today, something that would wind the Jedi right up.

The school was just ahead of the two Dark Jedi as they slowly neared the establishment full of dirty children whos mothers and fathers couldn't even afford a pencil to write with let alone books and what-not. Sieken smiled of course, this would be alot more fun than sitting around a castle all day being tormented with the whispers of vega in his head...no...no this would be a day to remember...something new and deadly to be done, something that would stir the light siders up.

However one man had already got in the way....perhaps a teacher or a caretaker..who knows?..he had tried foolishly to stop the two dark siders to ether the buildings rubbish heap for grounds but the man was met with a smooth, swift swipe across his chest and was left for dead...stupid man.

' This place his revolting...' Sieken snorted climbing the littered steps to the door.

[Jeseth Cloak]

"This is what happens when you allow the weak to thrive," Jeseth had said, stepping through the doorway that lead into the school's hallway. There were no actual doors to seal th rooms off from each other. Everything was dull gray and black, and wires hung from every wall. A half-functional R2 unit was beeping as it attempted to fix a control panel in the far corner of the hall. Jeseth's large black pupils dilated as he searched the different rooms. He found what he was looking for.. a room full of human and alien children, all of them huddled together around a desk.

The teacher who sat behind it was extremely overweight and had warts covering his left cheek. Brown matted hair hung down along his face. "This is education? My, my, my..." The children all spun their heads around at the well-dressed figure with white wings. Jeseth pointed to one of the children closest to him. "You would have grown up to be a common thief." The Rodian boy uttered a few phrases of indignation in his native tongue, but fell silent under Sieken's fierce gaze.

Jeseth walked over to a young girl, placing one of his slender fingers beneath her chin and lifting her face to his own. She seemed entranced by the Dark Jedi's words. "You'd have spent the rest of your life as a harlot, pedaling your body for enough credits to feed your bastard child. Would you want that?" She shook her head slowly from side to side. "That's why we've come here. To free you from that needless suffering..."

[Severen Morkonis]

The teacher however was useless, he had no place in the room and thus proved disposable. Sieken extended his arm towards the teacher as if he was about to take his hand and the teacher was lifted from the ground so easily for his weight it seemed impossible. The next thing heard was a alightmighty crash and woman like scream as the big teacher was thrown out of the window and maybe fell 40 to 50 feet to the ground..clearly when the screaming stopped he had hit the ground dead.

He turned to look at the children.

' Uncle Jeseth is right you know...' He mocked '[/i] Listen to him children[/i]'

[Jeseth Cloak]

The teacher’s death had been something of a shock to the small children. Most of them were used to dealing with watching their friends and family members die slowly before their eyes, though it was most often of disease or starvation, not brutal and cold-blooded murder. Sieken had suddenly sent the group of children into a panic. They were all too afraid to move, anyway. One of the boys began trying to stand up, but a quick gaze from Jeseth's eyes sent him reeling back into his seat quickly.

"He's better off now... Smile." The children all began tearing, and balling up behind their tables. They were refusing to smile, much to Jeseth's disappointment. "No? You won't smile? Very well then." Jeseth's saber ignited, and the bloodletting began. Sieken was quick to follow Jeseth's cue. Within seconds all of the children had been "liberated" of their pain and anguish. They were now one with the Force.

[Severen Morkonis]

Sieken turned on his heel, the soft breeze in the corridor whipping his red trench coat up into the air. ' Your call' He turned to tell Jeseth with a smile...' The staff room or more kids?' Sieken said smiling with evil intentions.

[Jeseth Cloak]

"No, we've done enough. I sense there is still hope for the others, and that fool you killed was the only teacher here." Jeseth's lightsaber hissed as the crimson blade receded back into its hilt. "Let's begin gathering these corpses... These vagabond children will serve a better purpose in death than they ever would have in life."

[Severen Morkonis]

A few childrens heads were all that Sieken needed to pick up,there bodys could stay there and rott for all he cared, he just needed there brains, souls and head to complete his...no...there plan the way the wanted to. Both heads were held up by there hair as blood methodially dripped from the neck and spilled a trail down outside and towards his hired speeder.

' i dare say thy wont be missed..there deaths will be celebrated...not so many usless worms on the street now' Sieken laughed and turned towards jeseth.