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Kill The Boy

Coruscant
The Underworld
Wearing a white cloak, Tsavong sat in the middle of the street, arms stretched out to his knees in a sitting stance of meditation and thought. Men and women of all walks of life stepped around him, the busy streets of the Underworld bustling with merchants and criminals alike. It was not the strangest sight to behold; fanatics had been known to protest the criminal underbelly of Coruscant in hopes of transforming the populace into something more than what it was. Yet most religious escapades had failed, for as Artemis Obauldi knew, no matter what year it was the Underworld would persevere. Yet this was his calling.

Artemis needed men, women, no matter the cost, no matter the fiber. Should he accomplish his mission, a mission that would start right here on Coruscant - he would need soldiers. Soldiers of the faith. And here he sat, meditating, awaiting his faith to reward him.

No matter the cost.

No matter the time.

No matter the who.

[member="Kiber Dorn"]
 
“Got a light, mate?”

The siren's call for a man in desperation.

For there was nothing worse than having a fresh pack of cigarras and nothing to light them with. Kiber wandered through the streets of his second home, an unlit cigarra hanging tragically from dried and cracked lips.

The people of the Underworld kept a wide berth, as if he was a man handing out pamphlets for some sad sack children's charity. Odd, given that these streets were littered with his people, people like him. Scum. Wasters. Losers. Abusers. Usually he'd have no trouble getting a light but circumstances were off…

...did he smell? Well yes, he usually did. Unwashed garments that stank of smoke and other people's sin. Who had time to wash clothes when you were playing cults on a Zhellday?

Or perhaps it was something else. Bad juju, a dirty aura. Sounded like junkie superstition, but it was them who funnelled through these impoverished streets.

Getting mildly desperate to feel the impurities circulate his lungs Kiber began to try and make eye contact with passer bys, suddenly increasing his likelihood of pampheltship tenfold. No dice. everybody just avoided him even further. Did his blood have the resurgence of the gulag plague or something?

Then his target was found. Hard to miss the big beast taking a moment of meditation in the streets. Maybe he would be the answer to Kiber Dorn's unlit prayers? Approaching the introspective mountain Kiber leaned forward, eyebrows waggling and cigarra still hanging in the balance from his lips.

“Got a light, big man?”

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[member="Tsavong Kraal"]
 
Artemis looked up at Kiber, his eyes hazed and blinking rapidly having just been snapped out of his meditative trance. He folded his arms inside his cloak and stood to the apex of his massive height, staring down at the young man. He paused for a second, taking in the man's size and sight for account, offering him no recourse in return for his question. The Yuuzhan Vong folded his arms tightly around his chest, pulling the cloak's many folds in around his large figure tightly, tattooes and rippling muscles nearly busting through the white fabric. Green eyes glowed in the darkness of the Underworld's dimly lit streets as the beast began to circle the man.

His pace was slow, methodical even, almost to the beat of a drum. The world around him was tuned out... a passerby rushed into the creature, not watching where he was going in his hurry, but the vessel's body did not move. Completely unfazed and still focused on the young man that had approached him for a light, Tsavong didn't skip a beat as he continued his slow stroll around the man. His white robe began to dirty itself as it was drug along the ground.

Once he completed his circle and Artemis was standing back in front of the human, he leaned forward towards the man's face and gave a guttural growl, followed by a deep inhalation through his nose. He was sniffing the man, and as socially awkward as it might be, Tsavong didn't flinch. He gave a disgusted look on his face and reared back to his full height, looking down once more.

"Name," Tsavong growled.

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[member="Kiber Dorn"]
 
Oh snap, he was a big bugger, innit?

Often being a man that received a punch in the face from just about everybody he had prolonged contact with he shirked away slightly at the height and pure physicality of the beast. A fist to the beak from any of this dude's hands would have likely caved in Kiber's entire face.

Thanks, but no thanks.

As he was circled, the young man didn't dare move a muscle. To him it felt like a moment between predator and prey, with no prizes guessing who covered each role. A coward by instinct he was afraid that the creature might have eaten him if he had opted to run right there and then and given that Kiber was a heavy chain-smoker he wouldn't have been willing to run very far.

Still under primal scrutiny the junkie of promise couldn't help but release a quizzical expression across his features as he was...well...sniffed, half of him almost wanted to apologise for the smell. The other half won out, however.

Uh...it's Kiber...” he said cautiously, his words drawn out as if that would prevent them causing offence. The man didn't opt to give his last name like the rest of the galaxy might have, because who tells a stranger on the street their full name upon just meeting?

“...so you...don't have a light, huh?”

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[member="Tsavong Kraal"]
 
Tsavong snarled.

Massive muscles rippled under silken white fabric as he turned his back to Kiber. He paused for a second and looked back at the human, a single emerald eye glowing from under the darkness of his hood. "Follow me."

The creature then began at a brisk pace to leave down a dark, abandoned alley. Only a decrepit homeless man stirred next to a garbage can, ignored by the brutish Yuuzhan Vong as he stepped past, his long white robes billowing as if a formation of clouds in his steps. Purple-hued skin, tinged red and laced with emerald tattooes, reached out to the wall next to him. Tsavong stared at the wall and pressed his hand to it. A section of the wall depressed, creating a loud mechanical noise. The homeless man stirred slightly, but altogether uncaring.

Artemis did not bother to look back for Kiber. The man would either follow or he wouldn't.

The depression caused a section of the wall to lift as a doorway to a small room. By the look of the control panels inside, it was an elevator.

[member="Kiber Dorn"]
 
So that's a no then?

The beast wasn't terribly sociable, but then again, he had interrupted his meditation. A tiny heavily suppressed voice in the back of Kiber's head chimed in, saying that it was an incredibly rude thing to do, but that little voice never had any sway on any choice in his life.

Wait, follow him? Down the foreboding alleyway? Oh sure, that sounded like a grand idea, let's just stroll into an ambush or a cult built upon human sacrifices shall we?

An incredulous expression dawned upon the face of the young man as the many-armed beast went into the darkness. Plucking the unlit cigarra from his mouth Kiber opted to stick it behind his ear for later as he contemplated the path that the Fates had set out for him on this day. If Alice never went down the gizka hole there would have never been a great adventure.

Here's to new and strange life experiences, eh?

After making his decision Kiber rushed after the beast, giving long strides with his gangly man-chicken legs, also completely disregarding the homeless man in passing. He caught up just in time to see the section of the wall lift, revealing was was seemingly a secret elevator. The cocky man smiled to himself, finding the nature of such secrets to be, well, kinda neat.

Without prompt he stepped inside and with that looked to the towering mountain.

“You're...uh...not gonna tell me a thing until it's time, are you, big guy?”

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[member="Tsavong Kraal"]
 
Tsavong stared straight forward as one hand lifted forward towards the elevator's control panel. His finger did not depress the only button that remain there, however - from underneath his white robes snaked a serpent with a draconic head, scaled and reptilian as it could be. It's violet-hued scales shimmered in the dimly lit elevator as it reared back as if threatened, and then thrust forward, slamming its snout against the button. The button depressed and turned red, and the elevator gave a loud mechanical groan as it began to move in descension.

The serpent rescinded into Tsavong's robes and the massive hulk continued to stare forward, unmoving.

There was no music, and the light above continued to flicker as the elevator continued to descend. There was only one sound of noise besides the continual rusty groan of the elevator, and that was the noise of what sounded like rain drops on metal near the Yuuzhan Vong's feet. If one were to peer down, they would see several insects... beetles, they looked like, hitting the floor and crawling around the white robes of Tsavong. They chittered and fluttered their wings as more and more of them continued to pile up, green and red skinned as they were. Chitin plates began to grind against the elevators metal and a thousand little legs made a scattering noise as the floor of the elevator continued to overflow with these beetles that were dropping from Tsavong's robes.

The massive Yuuzhan Vong retained his silence.

The elevator crawled to a halt and with a resounding metallic boom, they had reached their destination. The doors opened revealing a dark room akin to a sewer junction before them, and Tsavong stepped out of the elevator and into the waist-high murky waters, making his way to a stone dais that was raised above the water level in the room.

[member="Kiber Dorn"]
 
Silence was his answer, leaving Kiber Dorn as uncharacteristically correct, a rare occurrence in his sleazy please-me lifestyle. Not that he wanted to be correct, no, he wanted to know more.

Eyes widened slightly, a mind-filled with innuendo worried for a moment at the protrusion from his robes. What? What was he supposed to think? That you've got a zoo in your robes or that your anatomy is coming out the play? Like, I want you to sit down and think what seems more likely. Yeah, exactly.

Thankfully the purple-headed beast was only used to activate the elevator, which made this the second most elaborate elevator that Kiber had ever graced.

As they descended the bean pole of a man stood awkwardly, trying to think of where would be a suitable place to put his eyes before deciding on staring straight forward rather blankly. Which didn't actually last very long, considering that his muscle bound friend was apparently actually keeping a zoo in his robes. Guess Kiber Dorn owed some internal apologies for pegging him as a pervert.

Very slowly the man turned his head, looking down at the main attraction of the floor with half-horror, half-curiosity. Was he on spice? Likely but still. A couple of the beetles opted to crawl up Kiber's own trouser leg, to which he responded with a gentle shake. He didn't want to offend, at least not yet.

The elevator doors opened and the beast with the menagerie in his robe stepped out into the water. Oh feth, nobody said anything about getting wet, well, because nobody had said anything at all. There was a small sigh, all intentions still perfectly obscure, could he even go back up now? Did it matter? Oh well, he was in this far, best to just keep going…

Kiber hopped into the dismal water, and followed the beast to his podium.

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[member="Tsavong Kraal"]

[Sorry for the late reply, I'm on a family vacation at the moment]
 
[member="Kiber Dorn"]

As the two approached the dais in the middle of the sewer, a loud splash was heard at the end of the room. The water around them, as they both climbed onto the stone platform, began to churn and bubble. A flicker of green and white scales briefly broke the surface tension of the murky depths, and then again on the other side of the room. There was something in the water, something that had either sensed prey or worse - had been summoned. Tsavong stood tall and unnerved within the room, as his eyes were elsewhere currently. He leaned down to the blank platform and grasped the only other object on the dais with them - a large metal hinge. He gripped it with all his might and began to rip it upwards, tearing a tall shaft of stone from the ground. Like a slowly rising pillar, the column reached nearly the height of Tsavong himself and seemed to be lift itself after a certain height as the Yuuzhan Vong let go.

He stared at it, silent, as it stood between Kiber and the beast. Along the shaft of the stone pillar with several crevasses and nooks, resembling a finely etched labyrinth within the slender shaft of the pillar. These crevasses were large enough to stick one's arm in and dark enough so that no light would pierce. While the water continued to churn around them, Tsavong began to slowly walk around the labyrinth stone pillar and look down at Kiber.

"We are not bound by fear," his voice crashed through the noise of the churning waters like an avalanche of broken glass. "We are not bound by weakness."

"A man has a choice, unlike all other choices before it in his life. To ignore this choice, to willfully proceed in life taking ignorance by the hand... is to be unmade."

Tsavong took two steps back from Kiber, leaving him alone with the stone pillar.
 

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