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Darth Invictus

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The woman remained behind the control console as sweat poured down her face. She slid sliders into position and flipped switches as different screens powered on. Light fixtures around the room began to hum with electricity and a red light on a camera nearby blinked and indicated that it was ready to record. From where Ender stood, he gave a nod to the woman through the glass and she slowly pressed the button to begin the broadcast.

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Holos in the station and households in the sector would flick on as they would across other police stations when the emergency tone abruptly pierced any sound that tried to combat it. Two words appeared on the screen and slid in and out of the frame, EMERGENCY BROADCAST. When the sound finally ceased and the words cut away, it revealed a room that was lit red in the background in certain sections. It illuminated the room enough for the podium in the front and the Ranger's symbol and Police crest hung proudly there and were visible to anyone who watched. There was a man that stood behind the podium, his black clothes almost making him disappear in the darkness but his eyes shone a stark and deep gold, reflecting the red lights and made him stand out. "Ladies and gentlemen, good evening." The entire was thing was a mockery.

"Rangers have claimed we are terrorists and criminals that deserve the full justice of the law and that they are barely able to discern the difference between us and the Jedi. Despite this, they are seen working together, Rangers using them for their benefit or as guard dogs. Even now as I speak, one is outside of these doors attempting to stop this broadcast. If they are lying about this, what else could they be lying about? What do they let the Jedi slip away with in return for their service?"To illustrate his point, the sound of blaster fire and screaming could be heard outside of the frame before the footage was pulled up of a Jedi entering the building and activating his lightsaber from a security camera. "Let me help clear the confusion. There is no difference between us, where do you believe we came from? We are cut from the same cloth but the Rangers choose to ignore that."

"I wish to reiterate what was said by those very ones we expect to solemnly uphold their sacred code. No one is above the law. Well, I will show you us upholding ours."
Ender pushed the podium over with his hand and bright lights flicked on. On the feed, it showed the captain on his knees in front of two Rangers on their knees as well. All of them looked terrible and seemed to be suspended where they were as they had no restraints on them. The Sith stepped by one of the Rangers and he would visibly shake with his veins becoming pronounced but was still chained to the ground by an invisible force. Ender was completely revealed in the light but the only thing actually visible of him was the slit for his eyes that still glowed their stark gold. "Justice must be served."

He drew out his vibro-sword as both Rangers simultaneously leaned forward with their necks extended. They struggled even worse and shook until their faces were red but they were too weak to resist. Ender put the blade beneath their throats and took a few steps, the sound of flesh being torn and gurgling echoing in the feed. He stopped behind the Captain and grabbed the front of his hair and lifted his face up so he stared into the camera. "Trys Aran, you have declared war on us. Here is our declaration to you and to any Jedi that chooses to balance their fate in the hands of the precious Rangers." The Captain closed his eyes as he accepted his own fate and knew what was next.

Ender placed the blade in front of his throat before he slammed his knee into the man's spine and yanked the weapon back. There was a squelch before a thud could be heard and he held up the head of the Captain directly in front of the camera. "You cannot run from us. You cannot hide from us. You cannot fight us." The lights shut off, illuminating the room once again in the emergency light as the only thing visible was his yellow eyes, "We are coming." The feed cut off then and left any holos affected with a black screen.


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When the feed ended, Ender dropped the head of the captain on the floor before sheathing his blade. What he said wasn't completely true but it would spread like wildfire and the word would reach the Rangers and start to plant doubts in people's heads. He reached out in the force immediately as he made his way to the door, knowing everyone inside the station saw his message and that it ended, It's time to leave.

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Hannibal Grayza

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From the relative comfort of his ship, currently parked on a cheap landing pad on Nar Shaddaa, Hannibal was in the middle of relaxing after a busy day of information gathering and acts of good. The usual thing he did, trying to piece together the alarmingly intricate web of alliances and rivalries among the various criminal groups on the smuggler's moon. He'd just lit a fresh cigarra when an emergency broadcast notice popped up on the ship's media system. He quickly switched to it and paid close attention, wondering with amusement if some other Jedi had gotten themselves arrested or something.

His expression froze in place along with the rest of him when he saw the contents. A declaration of war, an assertion that the Jedi and the Knights of Ren weren't so different from the Jedi. Hackles raised the young Knight watched an execution of Rangers on a live Holonet broadcast, knuckles white around his drinking glass, eyes glued to the screen until the broadcast ended.

Breathing slowly, Hannibal put down his drink, took a drag of his cigarra, ashed it, and exhaled a cloud of smoke. Unacceptable. His mind went back to his long debate with the Arcanist, about how perhaps the Jedi weren't quite doing enough. He thought of how his investigations into the Arcanist himself, while fruitful, had yet to lead him to anything much worthwhile. It was time to re-prioritize.

Unacceptable. He stood up from his chair, making his way to the cockpit of the Catspaws and waking up his astromech from shutdown cycle
. "We're going to Ajan Kloss. Now." Unacceptable. He slowed his breathing, re-centering himself in the cockpit chair while he warmed up the engines and went through basic pre-flight checks. He let the Force pass through him, helping to ground his emotions. Focus was needed now, not anger. Emotion, yet peace, indeed.

The ship jerked to life, rising up through the atmosphere, the navicomputer calculating the hyperspace jump to Ajan Kloss.

"Shì shíhòu huànxǐng chénshuì de lǎohǔle." he muttered to himself as the stars seemed to lengthen through the ship's viewport, launched into hyperspace. The Jedi Order had work to do.
 

Roland Rook

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The darkness of the cockpit drifted through space. The Cobalt Viper's darkened interior slowly lit as lights came on from being in an inert status. In the pilots seat, blinking his eyes open underneath his helmet, Roland focused on blinking and beeping dashboard. "What is it Ot-" He was immediately cut off by his mentor's voice. "If you can turn on the holo-net."

The armored ranger made a short groaning noise but still did as he was told. The holonet broadcast came to life with the aftermath of the initial broadcast. They were replaying it, talking about it. He saw it again, and watched it again, and again. The reflection of the captured slaughter repeated on the blank face of the Mandalorian's helmet. But underneath his face was anything but calm.

With gritted teeth he spoke again after a long while. "I want him." Roland's gloved hands dug into the armrests of his pilot's chair. The cross-visored helm leaned forward so that he could begin typing in coordinates. "We all do kid."

"See you soon Otto" The sound of the hyperdrive cycling up increased for a moment. The only think Roland heard was the blood rushing through his veins. It was going to be a long trip back to the core.

 

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Hoth was quiet all year round. It was nice. For sera it provided a good place to hide and collect her thoughts. She had a lot of thoughts to collect and organize. She found herself in a cafe she had been frequenting, a cup of some liquimeal in her hand. Though to say she was staying was a lie, really her stay on hoth was more like a exile. After the events on Zygerria had passed. It was troubling her. For one she could barely the events that happened from after she landed. It was all a blur an out focus lens of that was tinted in blood and rage. It was the first time she felt herself get taken over so succinctly as it now felt like whatever came to her that one day she escaped was now trying to dominate her head, trying to feed on something. It was terrifying and she now knew she could no longer trust herself. She couldn't control it.

She felt a chill that seemed to be generated from the confines of her backpack. She knew what was in it. A blue hooded robe. innocent at first but packed full of meaning. When she was a slave a blue robe was put on someone after they were whipped to mark them as punished and to signify shame. Now though it seemed that whatever was in her head had latched onto it, like a channel or siphon. It chilled her to the bone to just touch the thing but at the same time she couldn't get rid of it. It just seemed to harmonize with her like some fine bourbon would harmonize with a alcoholic's soul. A depressed sigh would leave Sera's lips as her ear's snapped to the attention of the sudden change in the video coming from the holoscreen.

Her eyes never leaved the screen when she looked at it. The broadcast was pure theater play from the lighting to the staging and perhaps even the idea of it being a 'emergency broadcast'. She looked at the man at the center of attention his golden eyes feeling like they were penetrating her soul. His voice seemed to hang in the air. Yet instead of awe or fear or intimidation she felt one thing start to boil inside her: Anger.

When a slave master feels like his subjects are becoming unruly he'll pick a random slave. Restrain them, and then gather all of the slaves around the victim. He then tortures them to make an example. It could be short or long but the point of it was all the same. This could be you if you don't bow. This was the same. A gesture to hide in fear. To bow. She knew what would come, even more fear and paranoia amongst people, more reason for people to hunt after her if they found out that she too could hurl lightning, more trouble for her and perhaps others.

The cold from Hoth seemed to break through the insulation and cake the room as everyone seemed to feel the same chill. The clouds seemed to have thickened making the room darker due to the natural light lowering. With that a whisper came to her.

Free yourself

Reject them

Let no master rule you

Let no cretin speak for you

Sweet nothings that intoxicated her with power. She could feel that itch again, her arm stiffening and beginning to numb. She agreed with it, or maybe this is what she wanted all along. A few moments came by that seemed to carry an absolutely still silence. With that a curiosity began to infect her. Perhaps...

Sera got up and opened her back pack fishing out the robe. She quickly wrapped it around her and set out into the unknown not sure where she was going. Just that she was following a feeling.
 

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It took a moment for Darmus to recover from the setting of this broadcast alone. One moment he had been enjoying some imported Su'shi with a light domestic lager while watching the Coruscant speeder competition and the next he sat, mouth open and mind blank in his low-income apartment trying to shake the intense feeling of dread that had made itself wholly master of him.

After two full minutes he finally managed to avert his gaze from the screens, which had gone black due to "technical issues", only to look at his personal computer on the coffee table. The screen still showed the links with footage of the Arcanist and a picture of the unaccredited law degree of Nor'baal the Hutt. Kriff, it was only slowly beginning to dawn on him that he was part of that investigation. If they targeted Lieutenant Aran then they would no doubt also target... him.

His apartment was darker than usual now that the glow from the screens had stopped illuminated the small space. This broadcast would change his life, Darmus had no doubt about it. "I'm gonna kriffing quit-" he grumbled and took a large sip of his bottle, "-they should've just let me in that cantina on Rodia. Away from this," his voice grew louder and angrier, "I didn't spend my whole life on the Net just to get," he stopped abruptly as another realization dawned on him that was too gruesome to say out loud. He imagined himself as one of the dead rangers or even the captain. They had been inside their own headquarters on Corellia, no doubt finally feeling save after years of roaming a dangerous galaxy without any form of back-up. Now they were dead. Executed for the entire galaxy, including their families, to see.

Another sip of the bottle, but this time the bottle stayed on his lips and more and more of its contents disappeared in the human's mouth. It was almost like it was a last drink, meant to give the courage needed for a decision he would immediate regret. "The races aren't what they used to be anyway," he said dismissively as he exchanged the bottle with a small communicator device and began typing a message.

<<To: Trys Aran (@Sreeya)

"I'll stand with you." >>

She'll know that coming from a ranger that's known to be a craven kriffer, that simple message meant more than some people could only imagine. His life was the most precious thing Darmus had, but now, looking at his imported Su'shi he just wasn't able to enjoy it. There was a reason he became a ranger and it was clear now that it required more of him that he had been putting in.

 

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It had been a long day for the Columi. Even though the alien did not walk or even move any of his limbs all day, his mind was exhausted. But Zentripoli could not sleep laying in the bed of his suite—there were simply too many initiatives he was trying to supervise, coordinate and stay abreast of. A pair of armed ZDT-410 "Vanishers" stood vigilant next to him on either side of the bed, ready to aid the small alien for anything he needed--like, moving...

Five holonet feeds hovered in front of him, allowing the criminal to catch up on the galactic news. The Galactic Stock Market had taken a dip recently, in particular raw materials. Business owners seemed to sense undertones of unrest throughout the galaxy, so there was a lack of confidence in the shipping lanes remaining "hazard" free. But Zentripoli did not take such news as bad—to the criminal, it was opportunity. This meant that the raw material stocks were not doing so hot. The Columi begin searching for the ones that would most likely have a dip in price due to the decline, needing a quick influx of credits. Those companies would be the ones he would buy from right now to aid in the manufacturing plant that was to be built. With one hand, he began to make those transaction on his datapad as he continued to watch the news feeds.

One of the screens got his attention. With a gesture, the five screens collapsed into one as it displayed a male human dressed in black robes with goldish-red eyes. Immediately, Zentripoli understood this was an unauthorized broadcast. The small criminal listened to the words of the man. As he spoke, many questions that the Columi had about the Jedi and the "other" group were getting answered. The implications for the Five Syndicates and what was to come was significant.

On one hand, allying with these “others” who were mistaken for Jedi would need allies against the Jedi and the Sector Rangers. While this seemed like an opportunity to gain powerful allies, it also brought with it powerful enemies—and open war. Not to mention, the Five Syndicates knew very little about these “terrorists”, so not understanding their motivations was an issue that would have to be remedied before even considering sidling up next to them. For the moment, it would bring more trouble than they were worth...

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Zentripoli mused when the Sector Ranger made her announcement some time ago about the “terrorist organization with red sabers”, it was a declaration of war on that sect. If the Jedi and Sector Rangers were to begin working together to defeat common enemies, this would be bad as well. After they tracked down and wiped out these terrorists, they would begin to try and stamp out crime as well…this would not be good for business.

What Zentripoli knew was this was an opportunity, any way it was approached. To do nothing and let it play out was certainly an option, but it was risky. No, the Five Syndicates would need to act while this iron was hot…more specifically, the Crymorah Syndicate would need to make sure they did not get caught in the crossfire and take full advantage of this brief moment of "turmoil".

There were immediate changes that would need to be made based on what he just witnessed. With Sector Rangers hunting these terrorists, criminal activities would need to be away from the areas that involved investigating a terrorist sect. This meant that their white collar crime endeavors would need to increase immediately, their actions in smuggling, slaving, weapons dealing, and a few others would have to slow down and be a bit more methodical in their execution. For the Crymorah Syndicate and Droid Gotra, based on where their efforts were lately on slowly conquering the droid trade, both legal and illegal, it meant they would need to blaze forward, full speed ahead. The Sector Rangers and Jedi would have their hands full for the immediate future. This specific category of crime would be the last thing on their list. The other four syndicates had their own endeavors, which would put some of them in the crossfire, but that was them. In truth, Zentripoli could care less about them. Besides, this alliance was never meant to last, so it would be best to prepare for the day the separation would inevitably come to pass...
 
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COURTHOUSE BATHROOMS always seemed eerily silent. As he stood, washing his hands, Chester Kincade took a long look in the mirror. It had been a tough, but rewarding day, one which had seen him getting a smug…alleged smuggler a retrial, after new evidence had come to light. Small victories.

Drying his hands off in the Blackwell appliance to the right of the exit door, Chester picked up his bag and headed outside. He had a few minutes before the opposing counsel was out of their meeting, and, as something of a tradition, they always grabbed Caf after a hearing. Taking a seat in the waiting area, he fished out a file.

Cog & Spanner, Patents

It wasn’t an interesting file, however out came the highlighter, and he set to work.

In the background the waiting room holoscreen played the days news. Chester ignored it mostly as he engrossed himself in patent no.15517. Finally, his opposition counsel arrived, Streeth Maddox, and he put the file away, and stood.

”You seen this shit?” Streeth pointed up to the holovid.

Chester looked up, seeing someone being beheaded.

”Shit man, that’s just nasty.”

”Y’know who they are?”

”Rangers, one of them helped me out a few days back on Coruscant.”

”Not the Rangers you dolt. The y’know, the” Streeth made a stabbing gesture ”...other...dudes.”

”Look like a bunch of chumps.

”Huh.”

"We are coming."

"Drama Queen.

"Yeesh. What a scene. Let's head."

And with that, they walked off to the nearest Caf stand.
 

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Nashyr watched the broadcast from within the Tigris, propping her datapad on one knee as she watched. She had just been coming from Chandrila, and felt... exhausted to the bone. No doubt, this meant another meeting, another angry voice thrown into the void and expecting a call back. Still, it all seemed... so very Sith-like. It practically screamed 'look at me, I'm the bad guy with the red flashy blade.' And she looked.

And she heaved a sigh, slowly, reluctantly rising.

There was gonna be some Jedi wanting to get up in arms over this, and it was true, they let this Darkness bleed into the galaxy for too long. True, they made this happen by allying with a faction that was known for pursuing justice the best way they could. And true, it could all fall apart in moments. But she had been waiting for this call ever since she could first wield her lightsaber and feel the Light Side grow dim.

She knew what she had to do. She wasn't wasting her time anymore.

She stalked back, running her fingers along the ceremonial robes she kept specifically for peaceful delegation. The time for peace was over, and she was tired of making a difference in ways a bloodthirsty galaxy didn't respect. She holstered her blaster, and clipped her lightsaber to her usual hidden belt, face set.

Not hiding anymore, kiddo, she thought with a bemused smirk. It's time.

It was time to hunt some darksiders.

But first... a drink, and a toast to those fallen. Those Rangers didn't deserve that, hell, nobody did... and she wasn't going to take it sitting down any longer.
 

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Max watched the holonet broadcast because it was on and because it might need to actually be something important. As it unwound he took a small glass from a sidebar and poured out a measure of whiskey. Without speaking he commenced with a tradition from his cop days and downed a glass for every ranger who died. Some traditions died hard he supposed as it was still one of the only times that Max ever chose to drink.

Setting the bottle back into it's place, he re-watched the announcement for a moment in a more analytical manner.

It made less sense the second time somehow.

So a murderous psychopath and his band of merry little morons is being investigated by the Rangers. The Ranger have little to go on and the investigation is ongoing. Said moronic psychopath then reveals himself, or his existance at least, and decides to spend his time on a holonet broadcast announcing that he had issues with the Rangers and their captain.

And in other breaking news, water was wet and the criminals were still a superstitious and cowardly lot.

Honestly though, it broke his heart.

People, good and innocent people, had died to inflate the ego of a man who had lost whatever semblance of humanity he had once possessed in his pursuit of the Dark Side. And all to deliver a message that didn't even need to be sent; he was very certain that the Rangers knew that the Dark Siders weren't going to be anything but hostile towards them.

It was all just so... needless.

Pointless, senseless and all the more heartbreaking for it. So instead of sparing it any longer thought for now, Max sent off a message to confirm he was on approach to Chandrila and he set his mind to the task of helping people once again. If and when a chance came to face the coward from the holonet, Max hoped he was taken down so he could have his day in court and the entire Galaxy could well and truly see that no one was above the law.
 
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Gripped in her hand was her lightsaber that Jedi Master @Oren Zapan had purified. It hung in her view of the holonews and Lilith's unnatural yellow eyes lingered on it. "So Jedi, it seems your people have once again failed to protect," she uttered the words with a tip of her head. "How much failure, how much sorrow will it take for you to start to question things?"

She thumbed the trigger, causing the white blade to snap to life. It was heavier than ever and she had to adjust herself a bit to the weight, causing a frown to tug at her pale cheeks. The blade had been attuned to her—to the Dark Side—but now it stood firmly in resistance against her... choice. "Or are you as stubborn as this blade...?" she muttered.

Turning the blade off she lowered it so she could see the broadcast again. It kept repeating over and over. She knew her master would most likely not approve of this, and he'd be more than upset with the threat towards Trys. Lilith would step in if she had to in order to protect her masters interests, but she felt nothing for the rangers. Their hypocrisy rivaled that of the Jedi. The rangers locked up the galaxy true hero's, allowed criminals to walk away with their lives. They were ineffective and if they were wiped out, Lilith wouldn't bat an eyelash.

The same applies to the Jedi, she thought but then something stirred in her and caused a flare of anger. She threw the stupid lightsaber hilt against a wall and the impact rang through her ship for a handful of heartbeats. Maybe some could be made to understand that their views were flawed, that her and her master were the realization of the Jedi's true potential. Maybe if... no, once the new Sith Empire came to fruition and grew out of it's infancy, they'd see true justice rained upon the galaxy and change their minds.

 

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The color of blue painted the sky, as a few white clouds stretched across the canvas, while the sound of waves crashing along the golden shores of the beach filled the air. Rishi had become his new home after the incidents that lead to his arrest, he felt comfortable here, away from the temple--alone with is own thoughts. His hut wasn't anything to write home about, but it was nestled along a patch of the jungle and the beach.

He still often debated if the things he had done on Naboo were correct, he had met the Rain and The Arcanist, he had held it to himself for months now, as he debated on what to do. Trys Aran's words rung through his mind, the idea that not all of these red-sabers, Sith, the name was irrelevant. These people sought to control and enslave through fear, as means of realizing one's potential, when in reality one could only find growth by looking into the soul of themselves.

R2-H5 beeped with a low dim, his little voice filled with concern, waking Oren from his meditation. He would peer towards the droid, who began to play the bit from the holo-recording. It seemed any life of peace that he wished for was slowly being taken from him, he wasn't a soldier, and many of his Jedi weren't either. He wanted nothing more in this life than to continue living away, studying the force, seeing Nash and Nara succeed, people like Officer Aran and her son grow old in a galaxy with little concern. He didn't want to be a soldier, but he knew he had the capability to be one, and he would have to stand with them, to protect the galaxy and protect his friends from the cycle of destruction the galaxy had been so bent on. "R2..prepare the X-Wing, we need to head to Coruscant," he'd say in a gentle tone. He needed to stand with them, and he needed to prepare himself to continue his progression as a Jedi--to reach the Council, and be a voice when the galaxy needed it most.

 

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Thalia with the other newly recruited Ranger cadets sat in the mess hall as they finished their meals for the evening when the broadcast aired. The hum of chatter suddenly fell to silence as the figure on the holo spoke; at first a few present made quips about what happened to the other show they were watching, but as it continued, it suddenly became clear this was not a joke. Though unlike the few who chuckled, Thalia recognized the feeling that tightened in her stomach, there was a terrible feeling that was about to engulf them.

She had been carrying her tray and had to set it down before she dropped and good thing she did as the dark figure removed the head of the Sector Ranger. With all the atrocities she had been exposed to in her life, Thalia still found shock as she gasped loudly, covering her mouth with a cupped palm in reaction to what she witnessed. Others in the hall had also gasped or let out a string of expletives, echoing across the room while one of their own, one who was celebrated for her work recently was declared their priority in seeing her actions suffer.

Her brow narrowed as she tried to process what she had seen and confusion set in as they had called out the Jedi in this attack also. Rationally, Thalia wanted to call them out as fanatics, those were all over the galaxy, but to declare they were cut from the same cloth as Jedi, she was uncertain of what that meant. Instinctively, she glanced at her palms and then rubbed them on the top of her thighs, pretending there was nothing suspicious about her own sensitivity likeness to the Jedi. With a shake of her head though, she decided to redirect her focus, knowing she was unable to do much else until she completed basic training. Though for tonight, the sight she witnessed on the holo and the unease that was building in the room, killed any appetite she had for that evening.

 

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The door to the hotel room would swing open as Laeonas stumbled in. Another night of drinking, another night of trying to comprehend what he had witnessed days earlier. His hair was greasy and unkept, even less so than normal, as he had somehow lost the pin that kept it up in a bun while running. It draped over Laeonas' shoulders, but he hardly noticed as he emptied the bottle of Correllian Ale he had brought home with him.

Home.

It wasn't really a good description- he had just rented out this hotel room for a week. It was far more comfortable than most places he'd lived.

Without much thought, he'd glance over at the holo. Raising his arm into the air, the remote control would fly across the room and directly into the palm of his hand. He was tired. Perhaps he'd tune into the pay-per-view services provided by the hotel to watch a couple of Twi-lek's dance. It wasn't even because he thought it was attractive at this point-- he felt to tired and drunk to feel even remotely stirred up. He just needed to watch something.

"En wane thee follish things do wroght yee troublin' powers at yer dar, ya shel know tis' of mae." the Brentaali sang, the slurred and mispronounced lyrics sounding like a song in middle-basic because of how drunk he was. As he fell back onto his bed, he would turn on the holo. The evening news was on- something he had tuned into over the past week. He had wanted to see if any more news came about the "terrorists" that had been running around with those strange sabers. But unfortunately, there hadn't been nearly as much coverage as he needed to even come close to understanding.

Frustrated, Laeonas was about to change channels. This was all so... tumultuous. That was the perfect word for it.

It was only one the broadcast changed from a pair of news anchors behind a desk to one of flashing letters that he would sit up a bit.

Emergency broadcast.

"What is this Kriffin' shite?" he asked to nobody. Laeonas cocked his head, and turned up the volume.

Then the screen changed. The boy's eyes darted to each area on screen- the proud symbol in the background, which he could've sworn belonged to the lady who had been on the holo weeks earlier. The red lights illuminating the room were dim, but in the middle, he could see a podium... and a man.

No... that wasn't a man.

It couldn't be. That feeling, that... that wrongness. It was present, exuding from that... person. Laeonas watched and listened.

Jedi.

Trys Aran.


The woman on the hol0. He was talking about her. He was talking about the Jedi... who was apparently right there, so close. Terrorists. So he was with that masked man on the roof. He had the same wrongness as him. Not as powerful, it seemed, but just as insipidly... evil.

The deaths of the rangers couldn't terrify him any more than he already was. His whole body was trembling again. The final line, we are coming, was what caused him to pull out his own vibrosword and hack the holo-projector into bits, all the while screaming.

The Jedi weren't just stories from when he was little. The sabers, lightsabers, were real. But there was something else. Those boogeymen they fought, those terrifyingly evil monsters who used power for evil...

He started to wish he had never left Brentaal.
 
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