Percival Io
Missionary Man
The Amalgam’s message found Percival standing with a blaster pointed at the saboteur’s face.
<<<I have located the culprit. Stand by.>>>
As it turns out, the saboteur was a woman. She was dressed like an ordinary Citizen, clad in armored clothing. She even had a file in House Io’s database listing her as a longtime member.
“How long have you been with us, pretending to be part of the family?” Percival asked in a disconcertingly neutral tone.
The woman didn’t answer. He had already forced her to drop her weapons, but she was stubborn and defiant.
“Who sent you?” he asked, still in that chillingly emotionless voice.
“I came here on my own,” she spat. “House Io killed my brother.”
“Was your brother a Jedi?”
“He was just a boy. Laertia Io blamed him for the slaughter of billions—people he tried to defend and protect.”
“The Jedi sent him to die. He’s nothing but a casualty of war to them.”
“Your Darth Xiphos is nothing more than a narcissist who thinks she’s the only one who can save the galaxy. If she really cared about helping people, she’d be working with the Jedi, not against them.”
“And your solution is to plant a bomb on a ship filled with civilians?” His green eyes bored into hers. “I suppose you believe Xiphos is a terrorist, too. What does that make you?”
She lunged at him. He flung her off with ease, firing a stun bolt at her where she had fallen. She went limp.
<<<I have apprehended the saboteur. Kristoff, she’s all yours.>>>
<<<I have located the culprit. Stand by.>>>
As it turns out, the saboteur was a woman. She was dressed like an ordinary Citizen, clad in armored clothing. She even had a file in House Io’s database listing her as a longtime member.
“How long have you been with us, pretending to be part of the family?” Percival asked in a disconcertingly neutral tone.
The woman didn’t answer. He had already forced her to drop her weapons, but she was stubborn and defiant.
“Who sent you?” he asked, still in that chillingly emotionless voice.
“I came here on my own,” she spat. “House Io killed my brother.”
“Was your brother a Jedi?”
“He was just a boy. Laertia Io blamed him for the slaughter of billions—people he tried to defend and protect.”
“The Jedi sent him to die. He’s nothing but a casualty of war to them.”
“Your Darth Xiphos is nothing more than a narcissist who thinks she’s the only one who can save the galaxy. If she really cared about helping people, she’d be working with the Jedi, not against them.”
“And your solution is to plant a bomb on a ship filled with civilians?” His green eyes bored into hers. “I suppose you believe Xiphos is a terrorist, too. What does that make you?”
She lunged at him. He flung her off with ease, firing a stun bolt at her where she had fallen. She went limp.
<<<I have apprehended the saboteur. Kristoff, she’s all yours.>>>
