Star Wars Roleplay: Chaos

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Private To Sith Felacat's Freedom




The planet of Felacat was a broken peaceful society under the rule of the CIS Government; whose governing body was designed to collect the cats into a rule of happy slavery. The rich, like most enriched planets, thrived under a structured thumb of government, whilst those classes beneath the entitled struggled to etch out a means of survival. By fault, or design, or untethered hatred; some of the citizens began to feel a squeeze, a suffocation of their freedom. The Felacatian puppet government, as it was called by those seeking a break from the CIS, done nothing to appease and ease the trouble minds of the cats. But one kitty did, and she held an idea.

To break the mind of oppression, the heads of state needed to be severed from body of government. The tongues of CIS supporters needed to be cut, dried, and strung across lines of razor wire; dangling red fluid beneath a leafless tree cascading rotting meat bits falling into a cold stream. But she couldn't wage open war without drawing attention to her sworn loyalty of the Eternal Empire, and though it pained to see her birth place engaged under a different philosophy; she wasn't powerless to make her mark.

Perched upon a bug infested log, counting in her mind the beetles that were dancing through the corpses of weaker insects; her cybernetic eyes stared down into the capital of
Susi City poised to make her statement. She, personally, couldn't enter The Felecatian Senate Palace without drawing undue attention to herself. Chaos was the only concept to spark a rebellion, and so she handed the dossier to Dired Mieflow Dired Mieflow speaking only four words, "Kill Senator Zhizoer Mihaly."

O
rdering the death of her own Father, to some, would seem like patricide; but he should have known this was would come back to him full circle. He should have never sold her life to the Jedi, and eventually would create the beast she was today. Killing him by her hand would bring no pleasure, but knowing he was murdered by another was orgasmic.
 
Dired held the holographic image in his hand. The four words spoke endlessly as he played the recorder on repeat. He chuckled to himself as he tossed the head of the senator in his hand. Who knew killing a senator could be so easy?

He took the job for a quick buck. Now that it was over he was going to their rendevu point, wherein they could exchange the money and the body. It just so happened to be by a landing pad outside one of the main cities. Word would spread about a sith knight in the perimeter, so he would need to act fast, get on a ship and leave.

It was raining when he made it to the landing pad. There was a downpour that conviently washed the blood that was on his cloak. Through his helmet he spotted a lone woman standing on the landing pad. He had never met her in person, but after he saw her he…uh oh.

As he continued to approach he felt the pull of the dark side of the force from her. It was inviting and loving as a loving river. He could get lost in it. But no. He had a job to do, and he wasn’t going to squander it just now because of that side of himself.

He made his way to where she was and as he approached he yelled through the rain "I’m Dired Mieflow! I did the job you hired me to do! Now about my payment."

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