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JAMES GRUMIO'S CHARACTER SHEET Identity Real Name: James Grumio A.K.A: Orsino Homeworld: Tatooine Species: Human Physical Description Age: 18 Height: 5'8”

Vict read through and was adequately pleased. He signed the contract. With that, he bowed again and left. The negotiations were easier than expected. He took the swoop bike back to the docking bay and arrived to see his ship cleaned. The Agony was ready to go. He quickly typed in a heavily coded message to the messenger. Afterwards, he left Tatooine's atmosphere and attached to his hyperspace ring. He drifted out of the planet's orbit and set course for Coruscant.

Vict smiled. He had felt Dordjooba's fear, but was glad that he loosened up as he had explained his deal. As for the problems presented by Dordjooba, Vict hoped that the money he had offered would be able to fix that. He would be sure to transfer around 5% of his profits off to the Hutt. That should be enough to keep almost anyone happy. Then he said,"I'll transfer 5% of my company's profits to you. Also, I would feel better about our alliance remaining a quiet one as well. The only others I will address about this matter will be the Order. As for weaponry and assassins, the money I send you should take care of that. Is there anything else that I may have overlooked?"

As Vict entered the throneroom, he met face to face with a huge slug like creature. That was most definitely Dordjooba. He quickly bowed, and when he was asked if he needed a favor he began, "In a sense." He continued by saying, "Mighty Lord Dordjooba, my name is Vict Orsino, also known as Sith Lord Darth Agony. The Order of the Sith wish to help you in exchange for material goods. In fact, we would be honored if you would help us help you." The entire time he was speaking, Vict felt out with the Force making sure that no one was about to attack him. If he offended the Hutt, he wouldn't be caught by surprise. "In exchange for weapons, slaves, drugs, and access to your assassins, the Sith will protect your interests. Even if I have to do so myself. Also, I know I could not ask this of you without putting some amount of credits into your pocket. I have acquired my late father's businesses recently, and I would be willing to write you in for a percent of the profits. Also, if you do this for the Order, you will be in my good graces which would be VERY good for your wallet. Also if you accept, your enemies would become my enemies. I don't let my enemies live. If they do live, I make sure they don't live comfortably. So what do you think, oh mighty one?" Vict hoped that he hadn't stepped over his authority. Still, he knew that if Dordjooba's interests had become the same as the Order's they would protect them.

As the door opened, Vict prepared mentally for the worst. Then as the large pig-like guard began to walk away, Vict took it to mean that he was to follow, which he did. One could tell the palace was under new ownership. Slaves worked on taking down old decorations and putting up new ones. He knew he would need to start doing so soon. People were beginning to say he was like his father. That was not what he wanted them to associate him with. Vict still followed the Gamorrean.

Vict sped up to the doors of the massive palace. He knew the current Hutt in charge was Dordjooba. He made sure he had credits and more importantly, his lightsaber. Though he was now a Sith Lord, he was sure he couldn't just get a criminal mastermind to do what he wanted simply by use of the Force. Not yet anyway. He thought for a bit as to how he would approach this matter. If he failed this mission, he was as sure as dead. He hoped that it would be by the hands of Dordjooba, and not the person who had sent him said mission. He knocked on the door which was answered by a guard. Vict said simply, "I wish to gain an audience with your master, Dordjooba."

The message Vict had received caused him to chang coordinates at the last second. The message he had received required him to to arrive at Tatooine. His own plans would have to wait. For now, there were more practical uses for his power. As he docked The Agony, he sent out a message for a crew to care for his ship. He also put in an order to have the word Orsino replaced with Agony. This would be right below the cockpit on either side. Next, he asked for a swoop bike. He wasn't too experienced at handling one, but he felt that time was of the essence. He was greeted with a cleaning crew, and the swoop bike. This had cost him quite a few credits, however that was nothing to him anymore. He was met with new wealth everyday due to the success of the businesses he had inherited. He got on the swoop bike, and dashed for Dordjooba the Hutt's palace. (continued in Dordjobba's Palace)

Well, I'm glad you all liked it. And I usually do express my feelings that way. Just not in poem form. That's when I'm on the verge of doing something stupid. Which I was. I was shopping for a baseball bat for a certain someone... Instead I wrote this. As for what I'll do next, hopefully that's a long way away. I also thank you all for your input, and I was not offended by any of it. I will attempt to remember it next time I'm full of hate and misery. In the meantime, I feel like I should start rapping. But it won't be serious. I will take any song suggestions.

Ah, I see what you are saying now.

Thank you for the feedback. I'm surprised you don't feel it though Hartel. That's basically all it is. Oh well, I'm sure I'll do better during my next emo fit...

Get out of my head You just annoy me Get out of my head Let me be free. I can't let it go You won't give me a chance You won't leave me alone It's a sick twisted dance One of misery One of hate One of despair One of horrible fate I can't do this You're twisting my heart You're harming my mind Breaking me apart No one can do this Only you I don't know why But I'm such a fool. This much over a person Over one piece of time Over a word Over my mind Why should I care? I know I should not But I can't help but to It ruins my emotional plot I have but two emotions Sorrow and hate And I keep them For use at a later date This is my outlook Of what's on my mind I explained it In this little rhyme.

As the spacecraft approached Theed, Vict was awoken by the stewardess as she asked for him to put on his seatbelt. He looked around and realized he was the only one with torn clothing in that part of the craft. He didn't care. He would fix that soon enough. As he left the spaceport in Theed, he headed towards an upscale clothing store. There, Vict bought himself some new boots, tunics, and pants. Now all of his clothing was black. He also got a lavish black cape. It was something that one would expect nobility to wear. Then, he made his way towards a lawyer his family used to use before they became as wealthy as they were. Vict knew the man would help him. Adorned in his new clothing Vict entered the lawyer's office. The man was sitting there in a daze. He was a wreck. since his family had left, the lawyer's firm had gone downhill. When Vict told him who he was, he thought the lawyer might attack him. Then, Vict revealed how he planned to kill his father the lawyer grinned. It was as if he knew exactly what to do. He drew up a will and said, "All you have to do is get your father to sign it. Then everything will be yours." Vict then replied, "You will be rewarded for this. I think you'll probably end up retiring very early." Vict rolled the will and put it in his pocket. He then went to a hotel and rested for a few hours. He had to wait until it was dark. As darkness fell on Theed, Vict began to walk towards his father's estate. On the way, he stepped into the Imperial Garrison and dropped Faust's name. The garrison commander walked up and said, "What right do you have to kill this man?" Vict simply responded, "Call it a threat to the Empire." With that he also dropped a few credits into the commander's hand. The commander's response to that was, "Thank you for your concern. We will not interfere." With that Vict walked to the front gates of his father's estate. There were only two guards. Vict knew he couldn't use his lightsaber on any of them. It would be too obvious, and his plan might go wrong because of it. He used the force to yank the E-11 out of one of the guards' hands. He then proceeded to fire on both of them killing them instantly with shots to the head. He continued his assault throughout the estate heading toward his father's bedroom. Finally, he arrived. His father was wide awake with vibrosword in hand. He said, "You wouldn't kill your father, would you?" With this, he charged on Vict. Vict used a powerful Force push to knock his father off his feet. Vict grabbed the cortosis vibrosword with the Force. The hilt was the same design as Vict's only without the electrum. Vict began to assail his father's mind. He quickly reached the area of the brain that controlled bodily functions. Vict pulled out the will. He forced his father to extend his arm and index finger. Vict used the vibrosword to poke the end of his father's index finger. Then he forced his father to sign the will in his blood. With that, he began to attack his Father's mind. He began reconstructing his memories into naught but horrible nightmares. Then Vict began to assail him physically. He broke his father's cheekbones, fingers, toes, legs, arms and ribs by applying tremendous amounts of pressure with the Force. True to his new name Darth Agony's first true victim died in agonizing pain as Vict finally grabbed his father's head and twisted it fast enough to snap it. He placed the will in his father's desk, and headed back to the hotel. The next morning, he received a call from the lawyer that his father was dead. Vict played the mournful son, and then waited for the will reading as soon as the funeral was over. He knew his mother was hoping for something, but he had made sure that she would be on the streets just as she had allowed his father to do to him. As Vict was named the successor of all his father's worldly possessions, a small amount of happiness swelled inside of him. He would rest for a few days. His next plans involved the Empire, yet Vict knew there would be a peace summit. He had checked his father's computer before he had left the night before, and saw this. He knew he would have to wait to gain an audience with the Emperor, but his next plans were to insert himself into the Imperial Navy. It was all about gaining power. Still, now he had an Empire of his own. He now had stocks in Kuat Drive Yards, he had money, he had an estate, he had his father's custom sword, and finally, he had his father's vintage Delta-7. What had once been a tool of the Jedi, was now his. Fully armed, and in perfect condition, it was a sight to behold. He even inherited R3-D5, which was the astromech droid his father had used when he flew it. He even had a hyperspace ring in orbit around Naboo. He would return to Coruscant in a few days time, but for now he rested on the lavish bed that was now his. He awoke the next day, and prepared to leave. He got some credits and approached his newly gained Starfighter. It was all black, save for the name under the cockpit. It read, Orsino. He would have that changed to Agony when he arrived in Coruscant. He boarded the fighter and left Naboo's atmosphere, and attached the ship to the Hyperspace ring. He had done it many times before in his childhood. He then set course to head to back to the city world of Coruscant.

Real Name: Vict Orsino Nickname: Darth Agony Age: 16 Species: Human Height: 5'8”