Tue Jan 22, 2013 2:33 am by Diabolus
*I watch as the men fall to the ground, Tysabaar was displaying his power in mighty shows. Even if it wasn't exactly pure in form, but it was effective enough. Perhaps he will feel the affects of using such power soon enough, excessive use of the force tends to drain you mentally, physically, and spiritually. I walk over to Tysabaar and stand next to him, but also behind his right shoulder. I place my hand on that shoulder, deactivated lightsaber hilt and all, and nod in approval silently. My eyes focus on the Imperials before me, and motion for them to stand and all comply.*
Which one of you would consider himself most in charge, and which one of you controls SoroSuub?
*I replace my hilts on my belt easily enough, and watch as the men organize themselves. Finally two emerge, the SoroSuub man in a typical expensive business suit easily picked out the crowd, and the Imperial Governor stepped forth, a Moff of the Sullust system. A smile creeps across my face for I already know how to end this civil war that seemed to be started by a crazy moment of a mad man. I turn to look at Tysabaar and I instantly begin to question his role in all this.*
Believe it or not, I am here to save your goddamn planet. I knew you wouldn't listen to me any other way, so I forced my hand and came here in person. First things first though, we need the full cooperation of SoroSuub with the Sullust Imperial Forces. The Imperials need better weaponry and vehicles, you are going to supply them mister CEO. I know you won't want to, so two things need to happen first. Tysabaar, I believe your time has come to neatly pierce the heart of both these men.
*I know Tysabaar will not wait a moment to act it out, for it is the nature in the beast. A bloodthirsty beast ready for this prey as if he had not eaten for days. I move forward silently past what now would be dead bodies, and I point toward a younger Imperial man who must only just have turned forty, maybe even the late thirties. He steps forward without question, sweat drips down his forehead from his fear. I lay my bare Noghri hand on his shoulder, the scent of his sweat manages to penetrate the smell of seared flesh.*
Congradulations, you have been promoted to Moff of Sullust. Now as Moff, you will declare martial law and take control of SoroSuub. Use what you can there to arm your soldiers, you are about to turn the civilians to your side. Those that remain fighting will be extinguished. Drag this body to the room, tie a noose, and throw him over the edge so everyone can see this corrupt man is dead. They will welcome you as a hero, I will make sure they do!
*I motion for it all to begin, and looking back to the other Imperial government officials. I point at two of the older ones, old men that are so obviously 'corrupt' and steeped in the old imperial dogma, and move my hand once more for Tysabaar to kill these men. And once more I tell the men to noose them and throw them beside the former Moff. I speak once more in a dark serious nature, but one that seems to corrupt the men into promises of power.*
They will believe you Moff, because you are young, they will see these old men as stubborn and unheeding. You though, you will be the voice of reason! You will show these civilians how you have struggled for too long, and how they have allowed you the moment to strike against them. That you are there for the people, and that you, and your fellow brethren, have taken control for the new People's Imperial Empire of Sullust! We no longer will bow before the Imperials as you once did, no, you will be seen as equals now. Powerful equals, and thus you will keep us hidden behind everything. Never to be revealed, for we are your only defense right now against the forces that linger out there. I will make you powerful, wealthy, and loved men. What more could you want?
*I smirk silently, I can see the promise of power and money has slipped across his face. A slight shy smile was forming, and they knew they had a chance now. They saw my power, and the power my other two Sith had. They were already thinking they were indestructible with us around, regardless of how foolish that notion was. This is why I needed younger men, men who have little experience with Force Users like me, let alone Sith.*