I was sorting thru some of my files tonight, and I found an old RP test thing I did. It's nearly three years old, but I haven't the heart to rid myself of it; a couple grammar corrections, spelling fixes, and elaboration, and it's almost good enough to be something I'd write today.... well... we'll leave it at almost. Enjoy.
It was once said that evil is invariably used to create a greater good. Perhaps we can apply this to this story and the events that followed; I leave it to you to decide.
“The people of Arda will no longer accept the rule of a hierarchy. If only the populace could handle this peaceably. Sadly I doubt they will, but hopefully I can get her out of here before resort to violence. Better yet get her off planet, but one miracle at a time. Having been deprived of my equipment, I'm left with only a mechanic's advanced toolkit. Hoping to find something to wear inside, I stumble across a mechanic's uniform. "Not as good as my robes," I mutter to myself, "but it'll have to do for now. At least the queen doesn't want a grand entrance." Chuckling softly at the remark, I search the rest of the box. "Hmm... a hydrospanner, a few torque wrenches, some miscellaneous other parts and tools and one of the uhh, thingy’s." The object I was referring to is something fairly recent that lets the user know where an electrical current runs. I had only seen it once, but it was easy enough to remember what they look like.
“So, I’m in hostile territory, but hopefully the rebels won't realize that, I’m unarmed, my contact is missing, I’ve got a few hundred republic, and therefore useless, credits, and the person I’m trying to get out of here is the one person everybody knows and wants to kill. If I weren’t Corellian, I think I’d be depressed." Trying to think, I start wandering the market area outside the starport. After a while, a plan comes to mind, acting flustered I go up to one of the few people walking around, “Excuse me, but where is the royal palace? I’m supposed to fix a droid, but I can’t find it.” The patron, obviously confused, looks me up and down. Noticing the toolkit, he proceeds to give me directions. Thanking him profusely, I start heading in the direction he showed me.
It takes a while, but when I finally can see the palace I’m a little relieved. Getting through the guards wasn’t easy, but after a lengthy conversation, they let me onto the grounds. As I try to enter the main building, the two guards on either side of the door stop me. Being at the time impatient and slightly annoyed I used force persuade, this time I get in much easier. After yet another significant amount of time I was able to get an audience with the queen, but at this time I was almost exhausted, too many people wanting too many fears and suspicions answered will do that to you when you’re using persuade.
Finally I got to see the queen, hardly noticed and, as an added bonus, not even the queen’s staff knew who I really was; that would at least buy me some time if it came to it. As I walked into the throne room a single face (aside from the queen's) was familiar, that must be the other jedi assigned to help. The council had lost contact with him a few days ago and feared the worst; apparently, their fears were in vain. The doors close behind me and the few remaining members of the queen's court turn their heads and watch me intently. 'At least my job is easier, I begin moving further into the room, I thought I was going to be alone here.' A reply comes almost instantly through the force: 'Good surprises are always welcome are they not? But don't worry the court is cleared to hear whatever news you bring.' standing roughly in the middle of the long room, I shake my head. 'You don't know what tidings I bring.' aloud I say with an authority born only of jedi and planetary officials, "The members of her majesty's court will leave the room," I turn to the guards standing to either side of the queen, "and turn off the bugs and holocams." The court bristled, most of it's members surprised at the pretentiousness of my announcement. All heads in the room turned to the queen, waiting for a response. The queen leaned back slightly in her throne and replied, "Guests in my court will not presume to command it."
"Nor will a queen presume to make demands of a jedi," nodding to the other jedi, "as you should know by now, Your Majesty. The reason for my arrival must be discussed in private and will not be given an audience, no matter how trustworthy." Well there went whatever advantage I had, hopefully it will be enough to clear the room.
Slowly the queen rose from her seat, nodding at the court. They begin to file out of the room. My associate waves me over and together with the queen, we go over the possibilities to smuggle ourselves off planet. Apparently, during my lengthy time trying to gain admittance to the queen, the rebels had taken the spaceports, leaving us without many options. In the end it was agreed on that we would take a high altitude speeder to the only remaining loyalist military base and commandeer transport there. Shortly after the plans were made. a pair of messages were sent, one telling the base to prepare for the queen's arrival, the second making arrangements to keep the rebels in the dark as to her majesty's movements. The next morning, the preparations having been made during the night and the three of us being as well rested as circumstances allowed, we stood waiting for the speeder to arrive. The speeder arrives on time and the queen and I board. My compatriot will remain and take care of the misinformation front. The speeder takes off with the two of us sitting on the cold, military grade benches. We travel uneventfully to the base, where we are both unceremoniously shot upon debarking from the speeder. The bodies are thrown into a trash heap and are eventually incinerated in a power plant.
Meanwhile an attack is launched against the nearest starport in an attempt to distract the rebels. The entirety of the queens guards are in the attack, led by a man whom would later be called my posthumous friend. He died, still holding his lightsaber, only a few meters from the spaceport, unaware that our attempt to rescue the queen had failed.
Amidst the ruckus and confusion a single monorail car leaves the palace, meets with a small merc. freighter and the mercs take on a single female passenger, with only a mechanic's advanced toolkit and a single datapad as luggage. The freighter heads to Coruscant and it's passenger heads to the council to report the death of two jedi knights, and an account as to the plans they'd made. Sighing, a jedi marks the mission as a failure, the topic moves slowly on and a pretty young queen goes on her way."
Closing the book the old man turned to the young boy who was listening intently to his bedtime story, "That woman was your Grandmother, little one. Never forget the debt you owe the jedi."
"I won't, Grandfather," promised the boy, a cruel smile tugging at the corners of his mouth, "I won't." With those words, young Palpatine fell into a deep and fitful sleep.
It was once said that evil is invariably used to create a greater good. Perhaps we can apply this to this story and the events that followed; I leave it to you to decide.
“The people of Arda will no longer accept the rule of a hierarchy. If only the populace could handle this peaceably. Sadly I doubt they will, but hopefully I can get her out of here before resort to violence. Better yet get her off planet, but one miracle at a time. Having been deprived of my equipment, I'm left with only a mechanic's advanced toolkit. Hoping to find something to wear inside, I stumble across a mechanic's uniform. "Not as good as my robes," I mutter to myself, "but it'll have to do for now. At least the queen doesn't want a grand entrance." Chuckling softly at the remark, I search the rest of the box. "Hmm... a hydrospanner, a few torque wrenches, some miscellaneous other parts and tools and one of the uhh, thingy’s." The object I was referring to is something fairly recent that lets the user know where an electrical current runs. I had only seen it once, but it was easy enough to remember what they look like.
“So, I’m in hostile territory, but hopefully the rebels won't realize that, I’m unarmed, my contact is missing, I’ve got a few hundred republic, and therefore useless, credits, and the person I’m trying to get out of here is the one person everybody knows and wants to kill. If I weren’t Corellian, I think I’d be depressed." Trying to think, I start wandering the market area outside the starport. After a while, a plan comes to mind, acting flustered I go up to one of the few people walking around, “Excuse me, but where is the royal palace? I’m supposed to fix a droid, but I can’t find it.” The patron, obviously confused, looks me up and down. Noticing the toolkit, he proceeds to give me directions. Thanking him profusely, I start heading in the direction he showed me.
It takes a while, but when I finally can see the palace I’m a little relieved. Getting through the guards wasn’t easy, but after a lengthy conversation, they let me onto the grounds. As I try to enter the main building, the two guards on either side of the door stop me. Being at the time impatient and slightly annoyed I used force persuade, this time I get in much easier. After yet another significant amount of time I was able to get an audience with the queen, but at this time I was almost exhausted, too many people wanting too many fears and suspicions answered will do that to you when you’re using persuade.
Finally I got to see the queen, hardly noticed and, as an added bonus, not even the queen’s staff knew who I really was; that would at least buy me some time if it came to it. As I walked into the throne room a single face (aside from the queen's) was familiar, that must be the other jedi assigned to help. The council had lost contact with him a few days ago and feared the worst; apparently, their fears were in vain. The doors close behind me and the few remaining members of the queen's court turn their heads and watch me intently. 'At least my job is easier, I begin moving further into the room, I thought I was going to be alone here.' A reply comes almost instantly through the force: 'Good surprises are always welcome are they not? But don't worry the court is cleared to hear whatever news you bring.' standing roughly in the middle of the long room, I shake my head. 'You don't know what tidings I bring.' aloud I say with an authority born only of jedi and planetary officials, "The members of her majesty's court will leave the room," I turn to the guards standing to either side of the queen, "and turn off the bugs and holocams." The court bristled, most of it's members surprised at the pretentiousness of my announcement. All heads in the room turned to the queen, waiting for a response. The queen leaned back slightly in her throne and replied, "Guests in my court will not presume to command it."
"Nor will a queen presume to make demands of a jedi," nodding to the other jedi, "as you should know by now, Your Majesty. The reason for my arrival must be discussed in private and will not be given an audience, no matter how trustworthy." Well there went whatever advantage I had, hopefully it will be enough to clear the room.
Slowly the queen rose from her seat, nodding at the court. They begin to file out of the room. My associate waves me over and together with the queen, we go over the possibilities to smuggle ourselves off planet. Apparently, during my lengthy time trying to gain admittance to the queen, the rebels had taken the spaceports, leaving us without many options. In the end it was agreed on that we would take a high altitude speeder to the only remaining loyalist military base and commandeer transport there. Shortly after the plans were made. a pair of messages were sent, one telling the base to prepare for the queen's arrival, the second making arrangements to keep the rebels in the dark as to her majesty's movements. The next morning, the preparations having been made during the night and the three of us being as well rested as circumstances allowed, we stood waiting for the speeder to arrive. The speeder arrives on time and the queen and I board. My compatriot will remain and take care of the misinformation front. The speeder takes off with the two of us sitting on the cold, military grade benches. We travel uneventfully to the base, where we are both unceremoniously shot upon debarking from the speeder. The bodies are thrown into a trash heap and are eventually incinerated in a power plant.
Meanwhile an attack is launched against the nearest starport in an attempt to distract the rebels. The entirety of the queens guards are in the attack, led by a man whom would later be called my posthumous friend. He died, still holding his lightsaber, only a few meters from the spaceport, unaware that our attempt to rescue the queen had failed.
Amidst the ruckus and confusion a single monorail car leaves the palace, meets with a small merc. freighter and the mercs take on a single female passenger, with only a mechanic's advanced toolkit and a single datapad as luggage. The freighter heads to Coruscant and it's passenger heads to the council to report the death of two jedi knights, and an account as to the plans they'd made. Sighing, a jedi marks the mission as a failure, the topic moves slowly on and a pretty young queen goes on her way."
Closing the book the old man turned to the young boy who was listening intently to his bedtime story, "That woman was your Grandmother, little one. Never forget the debt you owe the jedi."
"I won't, Grandfather," promised the boy, a cruel smile tugging at the corners of his mouth, "I won't." With those words, young Palpatine fell into a deep and fitful sleep.