Gambler
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Vashni held up his hand to cease any violence. He was not there to kill them. Not this time at least. The man he wanted to kill was already dead from his last assault. He had no reason to want them dead. "This is Nightrunner. I have one final mission to report to your politicians," he said, his tone slightly ominous through the voice changer.
The guards paled slightly, truly remembering him. They should also remember how he had disarmed them and let them live rather than killing them. Or they would hold that against him. The nature of humanity was ever fickle. But the guards nodded slightly, their eyes constantly on Vashni as they led the way to the meeting hall. No words were exchanged. It was as if they were too anxious to even try to ask any questions.
"Milords, project Nightrunner has returned," the first guard said, eliciting a collective gasp from the nobles seated inside. There was a loud shattering of glass as one of the men jerked in surprise.
"Why did you let him in here?" A regal voice demanded above the general rabble that began. Vashni smirked to himself at the voice.
"Milord, he says he has returned baring news of some mission. I-I believed he had a matter of import to discuss."
"Then get him out of here you fool!" That voice commanded roughly. The guard muttered something inaudible before turning back to them. Before he had a chance to speak, Vashni had his knife leveled with his throat.
"We are here to save the lives of the innocents your nobles are too selfish to protect. The Jedi behind me have come to help. Allow me in or I shall go in by force. You can't stop me," there was no arrogance in his voice. It was a statement of fact. The defenses weren't strong enough to stop Vashni without his special weapon. With it? He could blow through the door without even blinking.
"You may proceed. Please forgive our rashness, Master Jedi and honored Vashni," there was a way he twisted Vashni's name that said there was nothing honorable about him. That he would spit on the ground at the Knight's feet if he could get away with it before Vashni killed him. Vashni nodded, motioning Almos and Joshua to head in before him.
The guards paled slightly, truly remembering him. They should also remember how he had disarmed them and let them live rather than killing them. Or they would hold that against him. The nature of humanity was ever fickle. But the guards nodded slightly, their eyes constantly on Vashni as they led the way to the meeting hall. No words were exchanged. It was as if they were too anxious to even try to ask any questions.
"Milords, project Nightrunner has returned," the first guard said, eliciting a collective gasp from the nobles seated inside. There was a loud shattering of glass as one of the men jerked in surprise.
"Why did you let him in here?" A regal voice demanded above the general rabble that began. Vashni smirked to himself at the voice.
"Milord, he says he has returned baring news of some mission. I-I believed he had a matter of import to discuss."
"Then get him out of here you fool!" That voice commanded roughly. The guard muttered something inaudible before turning back to them. Before he had a chance to speak, Vashni had his knife leveled with his throat.
"We are here to save the lives of the innocents your nobles are too selfish to protect. The Jedi behind me have come to help. Allow me in or I shall go in by force. You can't stop me," there was no arrogance in his voice. It was a statement of fact. The defenses weren't strong enough to stop Vashni without his special weapon. With it? He could blow through the door without even blinking.
"You may proceed. Please forgive our rashness, Master Jedi and honored Vashni," there was a way he twisted Vashni's name that said there was nothing honorable about him. That he would spit on the ground at the Knight's feet if he could get away with it before Vashni killed him. Vashni nodded, motioning Almos and Joshua to head in before him.