Private Revelations

[DARKCOM]

<//"Citizens of the civilized galaxy, for a thousand years, the Republic stood as the crowning achievement of civilized beings. Our Great Alliance is the successor to that august body, a bastion of freedom."//>

His image faltered and flickered over the broken screen as he passed it by, several men lay unconscious beneath his feet as he stepped around their bodies en route to a nearby turbolift. The prerecorded showing of the senate address from the Senator of Epoch continued uninterrupted as the flickering worsened, splintering into various fizzled out lines. The Elder reached the turbolift and stepped on, he could still hear his address and plea for more intervention play as the doors closed shut.

<//"It has been my life's work to serve the free peoples of the galaxy."//>

The turbolift slingshot upward, moving quickly in it's ascent. The old man looked at his reflection in the mirror panels as the lift rised, he brushed his beard slightly and fixed his robe. There was a red ring nearly burning it's way out through the thick sky blue eyes of the warm seasoned Jedi. A sign that not all was as it seemed.

The lift stopped and the doors opened in revelation of the penthouse floor. Kaigann Fossk stepped out into the lavish hallway, moving toward the last known location of Senator Maou . HIs hand reached out in gesture and with a dismissal of two fingers he willed upon the door to open. He would enter of his own will.

 

[Maou]

His life was almost at an end.​

It was all falling apart.

The Jedi welp was awake.

His assassins had failed.

She was coming for him now, he could feel it in everything he did.

And that blowhard Yularen...What did he DO? Attacking Byss? NOW?

He had doubled and then tripled his guard in the Senate District, but apparently, they had gone dark. What in the world was happening?

Hear heard the lock on his door crack before the doors creaked and whooshed open as the automatic doors were flung into their respective walls as if someone had forced them open. He could feel her here and he did not hesitate. The hilt of his recently created lightsaber flew from a hidden compartment beneath a display of traditional Atrisian armor. The red blade snapped to life with a strangled snap-hiss and illuminated the room with its glow.

The Force powered him and he leaped for the door, bringing the blade down in an arc overhead. The weapon was weightless, unlike the vibroswords he had been used to using before and so the blade came down faster than he had once thought possible. As he trained he quickly understood how the Jedi Lanik had overpowered him so easily before.

Not this time. She would be weak she would be-

It wasn't her. He continued the swing anyway. He could not be allowed to leave having seen who he really was behind the mask.

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