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- May 6, 2010
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Kito slid the key card into the slot next the door. The light blinked green twice and then kept the green light on continuously. He pressed the open button on the panel and the door slid open with a hisssssssst. Everything about the room felt brand new, as if it were built yesterday. Kito smirked, knowing it was hard to find a room like this on anywhere on Tatooine, let alone in the bowels of Anchorhead. A fragrance that reminded Kito a lot of vanilla filled the room, but wasn't too over powering on the senses. The lights were dimmer than normal, allowing Kito to see just enough to be able to see and move around comfortably. Across from the bed, a large screen was mounted on the cream colored wall. Kito sighed, the sound hidden by another hisssssst of the door shutting behind him. The room was expensive, but easily paid for when Kito offered to run errands for the manager. The Rodian was more than happy to give Kito one of the finest rooms after eight hours of running parcels around the most dangerous areas of Anchorhead.
Walking over to the coat hanger, Kito shrugged the black cloak off his shoulders, letting it fall from his body until the end of the sleeves where Kito caught it again. He hung it up by the hood, making the coat hanger look almost like a being in itself. Turning to the night stand next to the bed, Kito unstrapped the black, leather bracers with polyfibe armor plates on the the back side from his wrists. Sliding them off, he placed them on the nightstand. His shoulder length, auburn hair fell in front of his face as he lowered his gaze to the white robe that covered his body. He had fought the cultists across the fringes of the galaxy in robes similar them; would he choose to fight again, against a much more numerous and hardened enemy, without armor? Shaking the thought from his head and decided it was question best answered later, he untied his black, cloth belt and unwrapped it from his waist. The robe fell open in the front, revealing a toned, fit body. Star shaped scars marred his right shoulder just under the collar, and directly in the middle of his abdomen. He could see them clear as day, though they had been treated and healed enough that they were only slightly raised and discolored from his skin tone.
After placing the belt on the nightstand, Kito turned back to the coat hanger, slid out of the robe and hung it up on one of the prongs next to the cloak. He bent down and removed the black boots, which were lightly armored in the shin, calve, and toes by black polyfibe. He placed them neatly next to the coat hanger. Without so much as a second after standing straight again, Kito let himself fall backwards onto the bed. He bounced a couple of times off the mattress, but when he came to a resting position, the comforter and sheets felt amazing on his bare skin. Kito sat up and slid himself back against the head board, his hazel eyes fixing on the large screen. He raised his hand slightly, using the Force to call the datapad to it. As soon as it touched his palm, his thumb pressed the power button and the screen came to life with the holonet. Kito's jaw dropped and his eyes widened.
"For too long, we have tolerated the presence of a rebellious element in the heart of our space. The Mandalorian clans are a dangerous cult and have proven that all they seek is war against the Imperium..." A lady spoke, her voice commanding; it gave Kito chills down his spine. "The truth is that the Mandalorians have no interest in peace. They have no interest in becoming a part of this empire, and have the audacity to believe that they can continue to live in the middle of our space uninterrupted. Death before dishonor is the way of these people..." There was something in the woman's eyes that made Kito uneasy. Was it insanity? No... Glee... Kito realized before the woman had even continued what was going to happen. Two men, bound like prisoners, were escorted by stormtroopers behind the woman, and then forced to their knees. "These terrorists tried to run the blockade and bring their war to the Imperium. They wanted to defy my will and restore the skewed honor of their people. If the Mandalorians seek death before dishonor, let these deaths be an example to all who resist me."
The woman began moving her hand. What is she... The clapping of thunder said it all before the dark energies even became visible around the men's necks. They were Mandalorians, a people whom even Kito's Master revered as an honorable and powerful as warriors. The energies spread through out their bodies. Seeing it through the screen, Kito was able to feel the anguish and pain the two Mandalorians were feeling through the Force. He could sense their suffering through his entire soul, and even worse, he could feel the woman relishing in it. Not even the Sith Kito had killed during the war with the cultists were this sadistic. Lacerations appeared, and the Mandalorians' skin began to peel.
"No... Please," Kito whispered, and then louder, "No more." With one final movement from the woman, the two men exploded. Kito's heart thud in his chest as if a heavy brick had just fallen onto it. "No!" he screamed, jumping off the bed. He could barely breath and found himself reaching out for the men that were no longer there, but were just remnants of blood in pools around the woman's feet. She smiled, and Kito's heartache and pain turned into a coldness that he had never felt. The war against the cultists was needed, but could have been avoided. There was no avoiding this one.
"Honor is a fool's weapon. It will not save you from the crushing might of my armies or the power of the dark side. Even now, my forces are beginning to descend upon the Mandalorian clans. As we destroy your people, as we strip away every facet of your culture, remember me. Remember my face, dar’manda." The camera zoomed in on her, focusing enough for Kito to stare into the pools of chaos that were her eyes. Her mouth moved, but Kito's heart was pumping so loud that his ears roared and he couldn't hear what she said. It didn't matter, her deeds spoke louder.
A moment later the view switched to a planet. Kito didn't recognize it, but it didn't matter. Goliath shapes exited hyperspace above the planet. Lasers arced across space and atmosphere. Entire squadrons sent from the planet and the ships trying to protect it were wiped out. Kito watched, his body experiencing so much pain that it simply numbed itself to it. With a blank stare, Kito watched as people, innocent and warfighters, were slaughtered without regard. Slowly, Kito pulled the remote back to his hand with the Force, and shut the screen off, his blank gaze staying fixed on it long afterwards.
Walking over to the coat hanger, Kito shrugged the black cloak off his shoulders, letting it fall from his body until the end of the sleeves where Kito caught it again. He hung it up by the hood, making the coat hanger look almost like a being in itself. Turning to the night stand next to the bed, Kito unstrapped the black, leather bracers with polyfibe armor plates on the the back side from his wrists. Sliding them off, he placed them on the nightstand. His shoulder length, auburn hair fell in front of his face as he lowered his gaze to the white robe that covered his body. He had fought the cultists across the fringes of the galaxy in robes similar them; would he choose to fight again, against a much more numerous and hardened enemy, without armor? Shaking the thought from his head and decided it was question best answered later, he untied his black, cloth belt and unwrapped it from his waist. The robe fell open in the front, revealing a toned, fit body. Star shaped scars marred his right shoulder just under the collar, and directly in the middle of his abdomen. He could see them clear as day, though they had been treated and healed enough that they were only slightly raised and discolored from his skin tone.
After placing the belt on the nightstand, Kito turned back to the coat hanger, slid out of the robe and hung it up on one of the prongs next to the cloak. He bent down and removed the black boots, which were lightly armored in the shin, calve, and toes by black polyfibe. He placed them neatly next to the coat hanger. Without so much as a second after standing straight again, Kito let himself fall backwards onto the bed. He bounced a couple of times off the mattress, but when he came to a resting position, the comforter and sheets felt amazing on his bare skin. Kito sat up and slid himself back against the head board, his hazel eyes fixing on the large screen. He raised his hand slightly, using the Force to call the datapad to it. As soon as it touched his palm, his thumb pressed the power button and the screen came to life with the holonet. Kito's jaw dropped and his eyes widened.
"For too long, we have tolerated the presence of a rebellious element in the heart of our space. The Mandalorian clans are a dangerous cult and have proven that all they seek is war against the Imperium..." A lady spoke, her voice commanding; it gave Kito chills down his spine. "The truth is that the Mandalorians have no interest in peace. They have no interest in becoming a part of this empire, and have the audacity to believe that they can continue to live in the middle of our space uninterrupted. Death before dishonor is the way of these people..." There was something in the woman's eyes that made Kito uneasy. Was it insanity? No... Glee... Kito realized before the woman had even continued what was going to happen. Two men, bound like prisoners, were escorted by stormtroopers behind the woman, and then forced to their knees. "These terrorists tried to run the blockade and bring their war to the Imperium. They wanted to defy my will and restore the skewed honor of their people. If the Mandalorians seek death before dishonor, let these deaths be an example to all who resist me."
The woman began moving her hand. What is she... The clapping of thunder said it all before the dark energies even became visible around the men's necks. They were Mandalorians, a people whom even Kito's Master revered as an honorable and powerful as warriors. The energies spread through out their bodies. Seeing it through the screen, Kito was able to feel the anguish and pain the two Mandalorians were feeling through the Force. He could sense their suffering through his entire soul, and even worse, he could feel the woman relishing in it. Not even the Sith Kito had killed during the war with the cultists were this sadistic. Lacerations appeared, and the Mandalorians' skin began to peel.
"No... Please," Kito whispered, and then louder, "No more." With one final movement from the woman, the two men exploded. Kito's heart thud in his chest as if a heavy brick had just fallen onto it. "No!" he screamed, jumping off the bed. He could barely breath and found himself reaching out for the men that were no longer there, but were just remnants of blood in pools around the woman's feet. She smiled, and Kito's heartache and pain turned into a coldness that he had never felt. The war against the cultists was needed, but could have been avoided. There was no avoiding this one.
"Honor is a fool's weapon. It will not save you from the crushing might of my armies or the power of the dark side. Even now, my forces are beginning to descend upon the Mandalorian clans. As we destroy your people, as we strip away every facet of your culture, remember me. Remember my face, dar’manda." The camera zoomed in on her, focusing enough for Kito to stare into the pools of chaos that were her eyes. Her mouth moved, but Kito's heart was pumping so loud that his ears roared and he couldn't hear what she said. It didn't matter, her deeds spoke louder.
A moment later the view switched to a planet. Kito didn't recognize it, but it didn't matter. Goliath shapes exited hyperspace above the planet. Lasers arced across space and atmosphere. Entire squadrons sent from the planet and the ships trying to protect it were wiped out. Kito watched, his body experiencing so much pain that it simply numbed itself to it. With a blank stare, Kito watched as people, innocent and warfighters, were slaughtered without regard. Slowly, Kito pulled the remote back to his hand with the Force, and shut the screen off, his blank gaze staying fixed on it long afterwards.