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Post by Kevin Kenobi on Jan 19, 2011 17:43:21 GMT -5
*Kevin enters the Throne Room when summoned and slings his guitar behind his back. He listens as Lady Shana gives their report, nodding to Lord Ire that the details are correct. He giggles when Shana said that she shot Cergan in the groin. Kevin stifles his giggle quickly, though, and continues listening as Sam enters and starts talking about his mission.*
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Post by Rajnish Grievous on Jan 19, 2011 18:12:01 GMT -5
Rajnish smiles as he leaves not paying attention to anything that was going on.
"Thank you Emperor, I will not fail you."
He leaves the throne room
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Post by Emperor Ire on Jan 19, 2011 19:45:46 GMT -5
Looking at Sam, Ire's eyes shows his contempt for the situation. Ire's tone is one of annoyance when speaking to his apprentice. "Yes, I know, the Executor gave me the report and confirmed most of what you said. I must say Sam, an assassin you are not. Not only do you unsuccessfully poison your father but then you go to the Jedi Academy, of all places, to try and finish the job with your own hand... AND YOU FAIL AGAIN!"
Ire's eyes are glowing red at this point with anger and rage, the dark side seems to trickle off of the glowing orbs of hate, if their is one thing Ire hates its failure. "Tell me Sam, you failed twice on a single target of your own choosing, how should I deal with you. Should I show you mercy for your failure?"
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Post by Sam Milla on Jan 20, 2011 1:14:11 GMT -5
*Sam sighs not knowing how to answer the question* I don't know. Perhaps you should kill me but what would that do for you and your empire? I didn't exactl y act under Empire juristrictions.
*Sam comtemplates on the situation and wait for his potiental death. If he was going to die he was going to look death in the face.*
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Post by Emperor Ire on Jan 20, 2011 1:35:55 GMT -5
"Brave of you to talk like that to me, you don't seem to fear death or do you and this is your 'tough guy face?" Ire asks his would-be apprentice. Ire is indeed annoyed with his apprentice's actions. Before he lets Sam speak another word, Ire extends outwards with the dark side of the Force and tries to probe his apprentice's mind and feed him fearful thoughts of his own father running him through with a lightsaber; leaving him where he lies to die slowly.
"You speak of your father's weakness; if he is weak then why is he not dead?" Ire asks as he pours the fear on thick. "Is it truly his weakness or is it your own in disguise?"
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Post by Sam Milla on Jan 20, 2011 7:56:16 GMT -5
*Sam feels the dark side run through his mind He tries to resist then his walls fall he just wasn't strong enough to prevent that much sheer power yet. Sam see's his father charging through him with a lightsaber. Sam feel some remorse about the thought but that was always one of the outcomes. He had to hope he had enough time to shoot his father with a fast acting poison dart he was designing with a trace of Yalsamire blood.
My Father has had much training, more training than I have ever recieved mayb thats why he didn't die both times. I doubt thats one of my weaknesses.
*Sam considers if his connection with his father was his weakness. If so he'd still have to do something about it.*
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Post by Emperor Ire on Jan 20, 2011 15:31:22 GMT -5
"Still, that doesn't excuse your failure to kill him... twice." Ire says as he rises from his throne and walks towards Sam. He shows little fear from the thought of his father being his demise, something he has already discovered to be his fate. Ire gives Sam a look over and goes to place a hand on Sam's shoulder, he intends to send a deep, writhing pain through his apprentice's body.
"Remember this pain, my young apprentice, for if you fail again, this will be nothing compared to the pain you will endure."
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Post by Sam Milla on Jan 20, 2011 15:36:55 GMT -5
*Sam feels Ire put his hand on his shoulder. Moments later Sam feels withering pain travel through his body. Sam crumples down to the floor with a surprised yelp*
*Sam gets back to his feet catching his breath* I don't intend to fail again milord.
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Post by Emperor Ire on Jan 20, 2011 16:04:21 GMT -5
"Good, I suggest you go and do something productive, I have no further use for your presence now." Ire says, dismissing his apprentice, before turning to his Imperial Knights. "Tell me my Knights, where are the Pirates now? I wish to see the castrated imbecile who thought he'd hold the Empire to pay him a ransom."
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Post by Deleted on Jan 20, 2011 16:08:20 GMT -5
"Under guard, right outside." She answers.
Lady Shana draws her comlink and speaks quickly into it. "Bring the captain in and tell the others the Emperor shall meet with them shortly.
Two stormtroopers arrive moments later dragging in the midget.
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Post by Sam Milla on Jan 20, 2011 17:19:08 GMT -5
*Sam leaves the Throne Room then the facility. If anybody needed him he had his comlink. Sam gets in a ship loaned to him to take care of while the owner was in prison The ship takes off and leaves the atmospher*
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Post by Rajnish Grievous on Jan 21, 2011 12:51:46 GMT -5
Outside the throne room, Rajnish starts to look for the one that will make his repairs. He wonders if he can improve his shell making him more of a killing machine. He continues to walk around looking.
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Post by Emperor Ire on Jan 21, 2011 21:58:24 GMT -5
Ire looks down at the quivering midget as it walks into the throne room, with obvious signs of difficulty, under guard. Ire laughs wickedly at the sight before him. "THIS is the pirate that sought to extort the Empire? I was expecting someone... taller." With a wave of his hand, Ire grips the diminutive pirate lord in a Fore choke and lifts him off the ground. Walking closer to the midget, Ire turns to Lady Shana to seek her advice as Cergan gasps for air. "How should we handle this, Lead Knight?" ------------------------------------------------------------------  In the hallway outside the throne room, Dr. Hazzilix, the Emperor's chief scientist approaches the metal monstrosity known as Grievous. The short, unassumingly looking man walks towards the cyborg with no fear in his eyes. Stopping behind Grievous, Hazzilix introduces himself. "Greetings, I am Dr. Cavil Hazzilix, I assume you are the being I am supposed to meet with." |
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Post by Rajnish Grievous on Jan 22, 2011 14:48:06 GMT -5
Rajnish turns slowly as he hears a voice speaking to him. He looks down slightly, looking at the Doctor. He brings one hand up to his chin and the other behind his back. His voice was deep as he spoke.
"You are right, Dr. Hazzilix. I am Rajnish Grievous and the Emperor told me to seek you out."
Coughs slightly
"He said you would be able to make repair on this shell of mine. (place other hand behind his back) I wonder if you can make a upgrade if possible. I want to be feared, just from the sight of me."
Rajnish studies the Doctors Face.
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Post by Emperor Ire on Jan 22, 2011 14:56:47 GMT -5
Giving the cyborg's old looking chassis a once over, Hazzilix begins to circle around the cyborg to do a quick assessment. "Your current shell has obviously seen better days but I am confident we can do something that will meet your needs. Come with me...."
Hazzilix turns and heads down the hallway and begins leading the cyborg to his lab.
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Post by Rajnish Grievous on Jan 22, 2011 15:08:25 GMT -5
Rajnish watches him walk off and follows behind him. His mind wonder on what he or how he could prove his worth to the Emperor. He feels if he gets a new body he will need a new name to go along with it. He looks as they head to the lab area.
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Post by Emperor Ire on Jan 22, 2011 17:19:34 GMT -5
Taking his time as he walks, Hazzilix begins thinking of possible improvements on the cyborg; a new chassis is a definite, onboard weapons are a possibility, many ideas come to his mind. He walks in silence to a turbolift and ushers the cyborg Grievous inside. "You are an interesting subject to say the least, your current chassis is that of a Necrosis droid models... I didn't know they ran a production line of that. Would you like me to not scrap it, does it hold any sentimental value for you?"
Dr. Hazzilix is curious how the cyborg will respond, he appears to be just asking a question of scientific curiousity at best, almost as if he's curious as to the cyborg has any humanity left in him. Only the good doctor knows why he asked such a question, he is as shaddy a scientist as Lord Ire is an Emperor and doesn't allow any emotional or bodily gestures to give the cyborg reasons to question his motives for asking.
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Post by Rajnish Grievous on Jan 22, 2011 18:11:00 GMT -5
Rajnish stands to the side of the Doctor in the turbolift and turns to the Doctor balding his fist at him.
"I don't care what you do with this shell after you are able to give me a stronger one. Good Doctor, I have other things to do once you give me a new look."
His voice is deep with anger as he finish a comment to the good doctor.
"I just want something that will add to my Force powers and make me more powerful to service the Emperor. Then I will destroy the one that put me in this shell."
Rajnish place his arms behind him and waits.
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Post by El Supremo on Jan 22, 2011 18:28:44 GMT -5
One of the Emperor's Attendants receives a message from a courier. He reads it, then folds both his hands around the small black datapad. As per the well-established protocol, he times a click of his heels together in a moment no one is talking, signaling to his Lord and Master that there might be a message worth his immediate attentions.
Putting the fear of a mistake in his judgment on the importance of this message aside, as all of the Emperor's Attendants must many times a day. He waits motionless and wordlessly for His Acknowledgment, the sign that it was recognized and permission to approach.
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Post by Emperor Ire on Jan 23, 2011 16:02:35 GMT -5
-In the Turbolift with the Toaster-
Looking over to Grievous, Hazzilix in intrigued to learn that the cyborg has the ability to weild the Force. This is something that the Doctor finds interesting, as is notable in his tone. "You have the ability to ability to weild the Force without an organic body... how is that possible, do you know?"
Continuing to look at the cyborg, Hazzilix continues his investigation into what he's working with. "Please be as accurate as possible, if there is a specific reason you are able to do this I must know. I would hate to learn that my making you all you can be has damaged such a prize of a specimen."
-In the throne room torturing a midget-
Still gripping the midget pirate lord in a Force grip and waiting for Lady Shana to respond, Ire hears the click of an attendant's heels and looks over to him. "What is it, can't you see I'm in the middle of something?"
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