Vrak Nashar
Character
Naboo
[member="Jamie Pyne"]
Anonymity was sometimes difficult for Jedi to maintain. They worked so hard, fought so hard, it was inevitable that their legends grew. Those that sought to stay in the shadows were quickly brought to light, their names spread all over the galaxy and their faces with them. Of course, it was even more difficult when that Jedi appeared on Holo-TV, broadcasting a message of peace and hope across the galaxy. It was a well meaning thing, a beautiful thing when one looked at it objectively, but when you had enemies...when you had chained someone to a column and humiliated them, then there would always be backlash.
"My Lord, everything is prepared for your command."
Vrak stood at the window of a small manor within the lake district, a rented property that he had acquired access to through several shell corporations. It was a beautiful place really, smooth architecture, great sights, and the amount of privacy was simply delightful. The most closest building was over fifteen miles away. It was the ideal location for Vrak to stay, especially considering his appearance. "Good."
The Sith said as he turned away from the window and peered at the scene behind him. There were a dozen or so Massassi standing there, mixed among them were a similar number of humans and other aliens, mostly Twi'Leks. Most of them seemed to be snapping weapons into place or poking at a holo-screen, though one was slowly wandering towards Vrak with what appeared to be a detonator. The servant held out the device to him almost reverently.
"The charges were set in the proper place?" Vrak asked the servant. The man slowly looked up and gave a nod.
"Yes, My Lord. At the base of the base of the column in the central square. There will be no mistaking it as anything but an attack."
He nodded.
"Excellent." His fingers wrapped around the detonator. "Then it will suffice to draw her home."
Vengeance went a long way for him, and this...this would be sweet. He inspected the device for a moment more, looking at it for a moment more, then gently depressed the detonator. There was a pause, and then on the holo-screen behind him a scene began to unfold. Sliced cameras revealed instantaneous footage of the Naboo square, an explosion tearing through the large open courtyard, the pillar located in the central of the square collapsing to one side and falling on the buildings nearby, people running and screaming in every direction imaginable.
Vrak watched the scene unfold, a small smile crossing his lips as his finger ran across a pair of silvery cuffs at his side.
[member="Jamie Pyne"]
Anonymity was sometimes difficult for Jedi to maintain. They worked so hard, fought so hard, it was inevitable that their legends grew. Those that sought to stay in the shadows were quickly brought to light, their names spread all over the galaxy and their faces with them. Of course, it was even more difficult when that Jedi appeared on Holo-TV, broadcasting a message of peace and hope across the galaxy. It was a well meaning thing, a beautiful thing when one looked at it objectively, but when you had enemies...when you had chained someone to a column and humiliated them, then there would always be backlash.
"My Lord, everything is prepared for your command."
Vrak stood at the window of a small manor within the lake district, a rented property that he had acquired access to through several shell corporations. It was a beautiful place really, smooth architecture, great sights, and the amount of privacy was simply delightful. The most closest building was over fifteen miles away. It was the ideal location for Vrak to stay, especially considering his appearance. "Good."
The Sith said as he turned away from the window and peered at the scene behind him. There were a dozen or so Massassi standing there, mixed among them were a similar number of humans and other aliens, mostly Twi'Leks. Most of them seemed to be snapping weapons into place or poking at a holo-screen, though one was slowly wandering towards Vrak with what appeared to be a detonator. The servant held out the device to him almost reverently.
"The charges were set in the proper place?" Vrak asked the servant. The man slowly looked up and gave a nod.
"Yes, My Lord. At the base of the base of the column in the central square. There will be no mistaking it as anything but an attack."
He nodded.
"Excellent." His fingers wrapped around the detonator. "Then it will suffice to draw her home."
Vengeance went a long way for him, and this...this would be sweet. He inspected the device for a moment more, looking at it for a moment more, then gently depressed the detonator. There was a pause, and then on the holo-screen behind him a scene began to unfold. Sliced cameras revealed instantaneous footage of the Naboo square, an explosion tearing through the large open courtyard, the pillar located in the central of the square collapsing to one side and falling on the buildings nearby, people running and screaming in every direction imaginable.
Vrak watched the scene unfold, a small smile crossing his lips as his finger ran across a pair of silvery cuffs at his side.