Southstar
Apr 19th, 2004, 07:16:18 PM
Southstar walked along the streets of the capital city or Corellia, Coronet. Slung over his shoulder was a black duffel bag which supplied a "change of clothing." He pushed his way through a crowd to an intersection and stopped and waited for the go ahead to cross. While he was waiting he read the headline of the most popular newspaper. It read: Sith Provide Millions for Orphan Program. A picture of Rasha Vill and Lady Vader shaking hands was just beneath the headline. Southstar chuckled to himself, it really would be generous had the Sith Order done that. Had billions been given to the Corellian government it definitely wouldn't be for some unlucky brat; maybe for weapons building though.
A green light began flashing and the crowd crossed the street. He walked swiftly ahead of the people towards a tall hotel at the end of the block. Carefully he went over the plan in his mind, going over the details meticulously. He nearly stumbled into a young boy after tripping over a crack in the sidewalk. In his honest opinion the roads and sidewalks desperately needed repair. Unfortunatly the Sith needed the money for weapons and military projects.
As he turned to enter the hotel he looked at the boy he had bumped into. He was dressed very nicely in a uniform. The uniform indicated that he was a part of the Young Sith, an organization sponsered by the Sith Order to try and build up the pride of the people in the Sith Order. Nearly all in the Young Sith not sensitive to the Force, if they had been they would have been taken by the Order within their first year of birth. But it made the regular kids feel special, like they were contributing to the safety and well being of their fellow citizens. So far it had been pretty effective, those with a uniform were honored and respected.
Southstar entered the building after a moment of staring and walked to the front desk. A shiney droid approached him from behind the counter. "How may I help you sir?" It said as it glared at him through its artificial eyes. Southstar knew he was being recorded, as all droids within the Sith held planets were required to do so. If they had identified any foriegn, suspicious or potentially threatening people, they would report it to the police division. Had it been someone especially important, such as a Jedi, the report would go directly to the Sith Order. Fortunately, the droid would register him as one of the planets best citizens, a Sith Knight.
"Southstar. I have a reservation." He said and waited as the droid ran through a list of those with reservations in its imitation brain. It acknowledged his claim and reached for a key.
"Your room is located on the third floor, end of the east hallway. Thank you sir for your patronage and have a good day!" It said and Southstar took the key. He left the desk for the lift and rode it to his hallway.
He slid the key through the reader and entered the room. There was a comfortable looking bed and some flowers on a table, unfortunately, he was not there for rest. He tossed the bag on the bed after withdrawing a smaller bag and walked to the bathroom mirror. He studied his face and began making alterations to it. With what would be going down within the next hour, he couldn't afford to be recognized. His hair had been temporarily dyed blond and the markings beneath his mouth had been covered over. With what he had in the small bag he applied make up to make himself look older than he was.
After a time in front of the mirror he was finally satisfied; he looked nothing like he did before. He approached the large bag and removed its contents. He set down the change of clothes on the bed, there was a series of cream colored robes and a brown cloak. He dressed himself and again looked at the mirror. He did indeed look like a Jedi and was therefore repulsed. But the dirty deed had to be done.
He exited the room with one major item left in his bag and walked quickly as possible to the lift. The doors opened and someone rushed out upon seeing him. As the doors closed Southstar watched as the man began calling someone, likely the police. The Sith Order had enough propoganda out there to convince their subjects that the Jedi would murder an infant in its sleep. Southstar didn't think much of it before, but getting out of the hotel before the police came was going to be difficult. The lift reached the bottom floor and sure enough the police were there.
"Hold it right there, Jedi scum." The lead officer screamed. Southstar studied the scene for a moment. Through the Force he could feel that the police desperately wanted to shoot him. Were they brainwashed that bad? Southstar called a lightsaber to his hand. It wasn't his usual one, but rather a generic one. Before he even ignighted it, the police were opening fire. Luckily the green blade extended from the hilt and managed to deflect a few shots to the ceiling. He then jumped over the squad of men and sprinted out the door.
As he barged into a crowd screams and cries rose into the air, people were under the impression that a Jedi had somehow made his way into Coronet. Everyone believed Sith propoganda, or at least said they did. If anyone spoke out against the Order, they were never heard of again. Southstar watched as most people scattered, but a few stayed back to fight against the 'evil aggression' of the Jedi. He deflected a few blaster shots into the air and cut down a citizen. Those who died Southstar's attack would likely be remembered as a hero dying for the glory and sovereignty of the Sith controlled planets. He wouldn't be surprised even if he was asked to speak at the memorial.
Two more brave citizens were cut into pieces as the police began to fire from the building. More were coming fast down both sides of the street. If Southstar didn't move quickly he was going to be in a tough situation. He began running down the center of the clearest road available; wrecking havoc as he ran. Seven dead, a few more injured... he thought to himself as he approached a fleeing mother and her small uniformed child. Not bad. Eight, nine.
He came up fast on the intersection with the police uncomfortably close on his trail. He glanced up at the highly decorated square. Traditionally this place was used for parades and major speeches by both government officals and Sith. He hadn't spoke there yet, but he had been up in the large balcony during the previous years parade. It really was quite beautiful, the whole building was. It was a pity things had to be the way they were.
Southstar flipped a few switches hidden on the side of the bag and pressed his thumb on a small pad. In about 20 seconds the foundation of the beautiful building was going to be in ruins. He pushed a path through the panicing crowd witht he Force and threw the bag; it slammed into the elegant doors and fell to the ground. Ten seconds remaining. Southstar had choosen not to use anything as clean as a large thermal detonator. He wanted fire and forceful explosions. He wanted people to see the destruction this 'Jedi' had caused the people of Coronet; no one would forget.
He used the Force to amplify his speed and strength as he ran and leapt over speeders. The explosion would be big, but not so big to cause major damage to Sith property. Just enough to terrorrize the fleeing crowds. As he neared the next intersection, which was barracaded by armored police vehicles, the bomb detonated. He was thrown to the ground in mid-leap and he tumbled on the ferrocrete until he slammed into a fallen armored vehicle. Quickly he got to his feet and ignored the pain coming from his ribs, left leg and his skull. Flames engullfed the plaza as a few more speeders exploded. Rubble began to fall from the overhangs on the sides of the buildings.
"Hold it right there, Jedi." A battered police man said and weakly ppointed his blaster at him. He called Southstar a Jedi with such disgust, it was like the title had become an insult. Suddenly the police man collapsed due to induced heart failure.
It didn't make sense for him to stick around, soon people would realize he was there, like the police officer did. A large crash surprised him as he looked around. The large balcony he had once been on had crumbled to the ground. He watched the as the flames finally died down due to the Coronet fire department. "Come on, come on." he said quietly. Rivin was supposed to be there any second now to engage in a flashy combat scene and prove to the people the Sith were fighting for the people of Coronet.
A green light began flashing and the crowd crossed the street. He walked swiftly ahead of the people towards a tall hotel at the end of the block. Carefully he went over the plan in his mind, going over the details meticulously. He nearly stumbled into a young boy after tripping over a crack in the sidewalk. In his honest opinion the roads and sidewalks desperately needed repair. Unfortunatly the Sith needed the money for weapons and military projects.
As he turned to enter the hotel he looked at the boy he had bumped into. He was dressed very nicely in a uniform. The uniform indicated that he was a part of the Young Sith, an organization sponsered by the Sith Order to try and build up the pride of the people in the Sith Order. Nearly all in the Young Sith not sensitive to the Force, if they had been they would have been taken by the Order within their first year of birth. But it made the regular kids feel special, like they were contributing to the safety and well being of their fellow citizens. So far it had been pretty effective, those with a uniform were honored and respected.
Southstar entered the building after a moment of staring and walked to the front desk. A shiney droid approached him from behind the counter. "How may I help you sir?" It said as it glared at him through its artificial eyes. Southstar knew he was being recorded, as all droids within the Sith held planets were required to do so. If they had identified any foriegn, suspicious or potentially threatening people, they would report it to the police division. Had it been someone especially important, such as a Jedi, the report would go directly to the Sith Order. Fortunately, the droid would register him as one of the planets best citizens, a Sith Knight.
"Southstar. I have a reservation." He said and waited as the droid ran through a list of those with reservations in its imitation brain. It acknowledged his claim and reached for a key.
"Your room is located on the third floor, end of the east hallway. Thank you sir for your patronage and have a good day!" It said and Southstar took the key. He left the desk for the lift and rode it to his hallway.
He slid the key through the reader and entered the room. There was a comfortable looking bed and some flowers on a table, unfortunately, he was not there for rest. He tossed the bag on the bed after withdrawing a smaller bag and walked to the bathroom mirror. He studied his face and began making alterations to it. With what would be going down within the next hour, he couldn't afford to be recognized. His hair had been temporarily dyed blond and the markings beneath his mouth had been covered over. With what he had in the small bag he applied make up to make himself look older than he was.
After a time in front of the mirror he was finally satisfied; he looked nothing like he did before. He approached the large bag and removed its contents. He set down the change of clothes on the bed, there was a series of cream colored robes and a brown cloak. He dressed himself and again looked at the mirror. He did indeed look like a Jedi and was therefore repulsed. But the dirty deed had to be done.
He exited the room with one major item left in his bag and walked quickly as possible to the lift. The doors opened and someone rushed out upon seeing him. As the doors closed Southstar watched as the man began calling someone, likely the police. The Sith Order had enough propoganda out there to convince their subjects that the Jedi would murder an infant in its sleep. Southstar didn't think much of it before, but getting out of the hotel before the police came was going to be difficult. The lift reached the bottom floor and sure enough the police were there.
"Hold it right there, Jedi scum." The lead officer screamed. Southstar studied the scene for a moment. Through the Force he could feel that the police desperately wanted to shoot him. Were they brainwashed that bad? Southstar called a lightsaber to his hand. It wasn't his usual one, but rather a generic one. Before he even ignighted it, the police were opening fire. Luckily the green blade extended from the hilt and managed to deflect a few shots to the ceiling. He then jumped over the squad of men and sprinted out the door.
As he barged into a crowd screams and cries rose into the air, people were under the impression that a Jedi had somehow made his way into Coronet. Everyone believed Sith propoganda, or at least said they did. If anyone spoke out against the Order, they were never heard of again. Southstar watched as most people scattered, but a few stayed back to fight against the 'evil aggression' of the Jedi. He deflected a few blaster shots into the air and cut down a citizen. Those who died Southstar's attack would likely be remembered as a hero dying for the glory and sovereignty of the Sith controlled planets. He wouldn't be surprised even if he was asked to speak at the memorial.
Two more brave citizens were cut into pieces as the police began to fire from the building. More were coming fast down both sides of the street. If Southstar didn't move quickly he was going to be in a tough situation. He began running down the center of the clearest road available; wrecking havoc as he ran. Seven dead, a few more injured... he thought to himself as he approached a fleeing mother and her small uniformed child. Not bad. Eight, nine.
He came up fast on the intersection with the police uncomfortably close on his trail. He glanced up at the highly decorated square. Traditionally this place was used for parades and major speeches by both government officals and Sith. He hadn't spoke there yet, but he had been up in the large balcony during the previous years parade. It really was quite beautiful, the whole building was. It was a pity things had to be the way they were.
Southstar flipped a few switches hidden on the side of the bag and pressed his thumb on a small pad. In about 20 seconds the foundation of the beautiful building was going to be in ruins. He pushed a path through the panicing crowd witht he Force and threw the bag; it slammed into the elegant doors and fell to the ground. Ten seconds remaining. Southstar had choosen not to use anything as clean as a large thermal detonator. He wanted fire and forceful explosions. He wanted people to see the destruction this 'Jedi' had caused the people of Coronet; no one would forget.
He used the Force to amplify his speed and strength as he ran and leapt over speeders. The explosion would be big, but not so big to cause major damage to Sith property. Just enough to terrorrize the fleeing crowds. As he neared the next intersection, which was barracaded by armored police vehicles, the bomb detonated. He was thrown to the ground in mid-leap and he tumbled on the ferrocrete until he slammed into a fallen armored vehicle. Quickly he got to his feet and ignored the pain coming from his ribs, left leg and his skull. Flames engullfed the plaza as a few more speeders exploded. Rubble began to fall from the overhangs on the sides of the buildings.
"Hold it right there, Jedi." A battered police man said and weakly ppointed his blaster at him. He called Southstar a Jedi with such disgust, it was like the title had become an insult. Suddenly the police man collapsed due to induced heart failure.
It didn't make sense for him to stick around, soon people would realize he was there, like the police officer did. A large crash surprised him as he looked around. The large balcony he had once been on had crumbled to the ground. He watched the as the flames finally died down due to the Coronet fire department. "Come on, come on." he said quietly. Rivin was supposed to be there any second now to engage in a flashy combat scene and prove to the people the Sith were fighting for the people of Coronet.