The Fanged Lord
Location: Coruscant
Vessel Class: Crusider,
Semsu
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Adeline Noctua
The Semsu came to the Capital City of the Alliance, it hung in the skyline as shuttles descending towards the skyscrapers made for the port. There lines to board, having book passage had formed from the Upper City, who were admitted on the first shuttle, then the Mid Level, and finally the Lower Levels. All were welcome to The Feast...
The Ughnaught made his way to the last shuttle in the hangar, when to his great suprise, The Master was aboard.
"My Lord! I mean.. ahem.. whispers.. what are you doing here?"
The Tall figure in black robes with a gilded belt of finest embroidered fabric, turning with his long blond locks said,
"We do not often get this far in the core Renard, I wish to stretch my legs and see the city."
The Ughnaught came running to his knees and said,
"I will assist you!"
The Fanged Lord turning with his dark eyes, that had a hint of blood red in the pupils.
"No.. you shall oversee the new arrivals. Ensure that they are tended to with the utmost care and discretion. The Feast is in four nights, I prefer them to be unspoiled."
The shuttle then disembarked and landing at the port of the Northern Coruscant. When he stepped off the ramp, he saw Jedi walking about, their watchful gaze on him. One pulled a comelink up to their mouth, and began to press through the crowds. Vaudimir did not stir at the approach of the Lightbearers, he had encountered many in his long life, all of them the same, devoid of passion, and blind to simple pleasures, they were rather a bore to talk to. The Guardian came to him and said,
"You there.. are these shuttles in your care?"
The Fanged Lord nodded,
"They are my property."
The Jedi sighing said,
"Come with us.."
Another Jedi of bulking physique stood.
"Of course.."
Vaudimir did not let any trace of concern fill his continuance, he had been through many inspections and interrogations from these Keepers of the Peace. Following the two Monks, they came to one of the Shuttles which was smoking, and flame lapping where the seats had been. There was some more Monks standing near it, filing a report on datapads. The Fanged Lord made his way to it, the Jedi that he had spoken with having addressed his comrades came back to him and said,
"I am sorry.. it seems there was malfunction and fueling system began to leak and then immolated. The poor souls on board were boiled alive."
The smell was intoxicating, he tried to feign grief for the benefit of the Jedi who were observing. Placing his hand on the side of the haul, which was hot to the touch, though did not burn him, he said,
"This is a tragedy.. they were suppose to go to The Naboo, to see the beautiful Lakes.. not perish in fire."
The Jedi approaching said,
"We ruled out that it was a maintenance thing, your other shuttles were inspected and they all were in same condition. It was just one of those things.. The Will of the Force."
Vaudimir choked on that expression, and pretended it was from the smoke. He did not believe the Force had a Will, he had seen so many die in causes under "The Force Wills It!" and nothing had changed in eons. It was all dogma of a system that had survived because the galaxy needed the dream of heroes, not in point of fact, but wearing righteous mantles and fighting in wars that actually if they had been scrutinized would be seen as corrupt as the Hutt cartel conflicts. The report was copied and handed in a chip to the Fanged Lord who gave a slight bow of recognition.
"I hope no more unforeseen troubles befall you and your Cruise," said The Jedi.
The Vampiric Master made his way from there and contacted Renard on a comlink,
"We have lost a shuttle.. we will need to compensate, I shall gather new passengers myself."
Vaudimir went to the shuttle service, and sat down on brown leather cushion, it was heading fore the Lower Levels, where he would find new 'fortunates' to join The Feast.
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