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In Capital City the sounds of destruction were suddenly everywhere. A large section of the of the metropolis burst into a billion pieces of anonymous rubble all at once, the magnitude of the blast seemingly causing the entire planet to tremble in awe.

 

An escorting fighter squadron soared forward in tight formation, clearing the way for the slower and clumsier personnel craft that carried the deadliest foot soldiers in Empire's ranks, the Nightmare Division.

 

When the ships arrived amidst the chaotic city's ruined skyscrapers terror instilled in the fleeing inhabitants. Clad in flawless black armor, the Imperial Soldiers filed out of their transports like programmed machines. They were there to kill, until nothing was left.

 

Sitting inside the Ogariv II with Lord Quietus, Horus carefully examined the ongoing annihilation, taking the utmost pleasure in what he saw. There would surely be no mercy on such a glorious day.

 

They landed near an empty transport. Horus came out of the Ogariv II with his fists clenched. The corpses already began to pile in the streets as the first few units began to make the initial parameter sweeps. Among the dead a Bothan child lay on the floor next to his laser-scorched parents.Such insolence deserves much more than death. Horus thought as he looked over the weaklings' corpses with disgust.

 

A decorated soldier emerged from a stationed transport and fearfully approached Forinth and Lord Quietus.

 

”œMy lords, the invasion has begun as planned. Is there anything that you wish of me before we continue?”

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The Bothan death toll was high, but there had to be questions lurking in the back of the imperials minds.....

 

Why was there little or no resistance?

 

The proud Bothan Cruisers were more than a match for a simple star destroyer, even upgraded models.

 

Malit Kraest sat deep in an interplanetary bunker as barrage after barrage of imperial artilery was shelled out on the lands above. His fingers flexed against eachother, the Bothan sighed....He was a picture of calmness Here and there Bothan personel were walking casually to and from stations.

 

The Imperials as always were too hell bent on all out destruction and as usual were quite careless in their mass attempt of genocide. Many Bothans had chose to stand their ground against the oncoming Imperials whom the Consortium knew were coming for some time.

 

However, another mass majority had evacuated to safe planets. Kraest and most of the consortium personel also stuck around to give the Empire something they probably hadn't expected......A fight.....but not head on...

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With it's job completed, the Cannibal turned from it's orbit, and jumped back to hyperspace.

 

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Darth Quietus emerged from his ship, and watched the Nightmare Division spread out through the capitol.

 

"Simple my young friend...We blow out the underground caverns and bunkers."

 

Quietus called the commander over again, speaking with him.

 

"First off, unload the drill team. We will set up here. Then, take two transports and travel 1000km south of this location, and have them sweep North until they reach us again. We will drive towards them from both sides..."

 

The commander was dismissed then, and moments later three of the troopers emerged from one of the transports with a drill capable of drilling 70km. Quietus knew that this would be a daunting task to wipe the Bothans from the galaxy, but this would send a message none would soon forget.

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Elsewhere, the Nightmare Division continued the mass destruction that the Cannibal had begun. Everywhere a person looked, they would find bodies, or remains of Bothans. No trooper had remorse for these people, and within fifteen minutes of landing, the Bothan Spy Network had been hacked and shut down, and the locations of all of the fusion control centers had been pinpointed. The ones that had been within the capitol were destroyed before even half of the city had been cleared.

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Back at the drop-zone, the drill had been assembled and placed, and started to drill into the planet crust.

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1. No Double Posting.

2. No One Hit Kills or Captures.

3. No being in more then one thread at a time.

4. No weapons of mass destruction, (ie, Deathstars, Sun Crushers, etc.)

5. No Planetary Shields

6. No OOC chatter unless for description

7. No Aliases for three months of the start of your RPing.

8. No posting with your aliases...you may not rp with yourself.

9. If you die, you are dead for three days, your dead character may

not post in rp for three days real time. This includes spiritual visits,

pre recorded messages, etc.

10. You may not post another characters actions unless it is agreed

upon by the other character.

11. You may not blow up or totally destroy planets of any kind.

 

I bring your attention to the above rules...that are no Planetary Sheilds allowed in this rp with the exception of Coruscant, and you can not blow up a planet. I suggest you correct your posting. You may have a base sheild, but the planet is a no no.

"When in doubt, Get the Hell out!!!"

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Horus anxiously paced throughout the parameter of the main makeshift command center, where laboring engineers and tensed aid-de-camps listened to updates on troop progression. A small group of intelligence officers were constantly modifying an enormous holomap of the capital city, where known enemy positions were highlighted in flashing red.

 

Heedless of the chaos around him, Forinth's mind was entirely consumed by the incoming field reports. He mentally pictured the battlegrounds to the smallest detail, keeping track of everything without exception. There was no room for mistakes. The slaughtering would be carried out in a highly organized and systematic nature, with as little emotion as possible.

 

Activating the portable communicator attached to the brooch of his cloak, Horus looked around at the disorder in the streets. A static matted voice crackled harshly in reply.

 

”œC Squadron blue leader here.”

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Darth Quietus in the meantime, was itching for bloodshed at his hands. Looking around, he saw Horus was in control of most of the battle plans and troop movements. After a moment, Quietus approched Horus.

 

"Have you noticed how easy this destruction of the Bothans has been?"

 

Quietus smirked, and then turned to a computer terminal, and accessed the hacked Bothan Spy Network. Within three minutes, Quietus knew of every cavern, bunker, and millitary target on the planet. With another smirk, he handed the datapad to Horus.

 

"Get our men to these locations..." Quietus said, pointing to all but one location. "This one is mine." He spoke.

 

Walking away from Horus without another word, Quietus called 10 troopers to follow him, and he dissapeared into the smoke and dust that was the remains of the capitol city.

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As Darth Quietus exited the secured quarters Horus was left alone to further engross himself in the ensuing conflict. He solemnly sent several advanced parties to the various underground bunkers designated by the Bothan spy network. The intricate tunnel network would soon be swept clean of the deplorable rats that cowardly hid in them.

 

The large holomap set near the command center's heart was saturated by imperial troop positions. There was no organized resistance to be found anywhere, spare the occasional band of poorly armed civilians forced into fighting to the death. Quietus' words resurfaced in Forinth's mind. Have you noticed how easy this destruction of the Bothans has been? The Sith master was more than right.

 

Bothans were gregarious peoples, publicly fervent allies of the Republic and the Jedi. To see them lay down and die with such apathy was disconcerting to say the least. Horus felt as if he had been cheated out of a great pleasure. He had hoped for a battle worth recognition on Bothawui, but it seemed like even when faced with there own destruction these pathetic creatures delved in their cowardice.

 

Horus was overcome by momentary anger. It wasn't enough that they died. Suffering was required as a punishment, so that the others would know; weakness was not allowable. He called forth one of the nearby commanders.

 

”œBring me the virus.”

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  • 2 weeks later...

Some twenty-four hours after the initial destruction of the capitol city, the planet had calmed down in a way. Most of the Bothans still residing on the planet were dead, either at the hand of the troopers, or upon the lightsaber of the accompaning Sith. The troopers that were spread out initially were now circling back to the capitol city.

 

Darth Quetus however, was continueing to lead his selected group of troopers towards his selected destination. As he lead the troopers through the caverns and tunnels below the surface, he did so without his lightsabers drawn.

 

Finally, Quietus and the troopers reached the door they had been searching for.

 

"Captain... Remove this door." Quietus spoke soundly, and waited as the troopers moved around him and positioned themselves to blow the door. Quietus crossed his arms calmly and waited for the inevitable explosion which rocked the area.

As the dust settled, the troopers moved in, followed by Quietus. By the time the Sith Master entered the room, atleast fifteen Bothan personel within the underground bunker were already dead, and more were falling as the moments passed. Quietus ordered the troopers to hold their fire, and Quietus lifted his eyes, resting them upon Malit Kraest.

 

"I assume by the way you carry yourself and the way you are patheticly dressed that you hold some prestiege among these... beasts. As you can see, your bretheran are dying quickly. Do you have any last requests before I end your misserable life?"

 

Quietus smirked, and with the troopers covering every facacte and inch of the room, he waited for the Bothan to speak, or to make the last move of his life.

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With a smirk on his face, Malit turned from his desktop computer as a few other remaining aides turned from their workstations. No doubt they had been frantic to delete the rest of the information stored in the Bothan archives.

 

Remains of downed Bothan personel lay about the room. The demeanor of Malit had to be intimidating as he hadn't even flinched as the fighting was brought to and through his bunker door.

 

"You sith and imperials have such a lack of sophistication....And timing."

 

i-n-g slipped off the lips of the Bothan as five sienar systems gun emplacements fell from the ceiling and pivoted on their axis's to point directly at Raynuk and his band of soldiers.

 

"You apprently lack the capacity to wonder why there was such little resistance on the surface and indeed in general."

 

Kraest swept a clawed hand around the immaculate and luxurious bunker now stained with blood and crumbled door, which when looked at could not even hint at the attrocities being committed on the surface. Fifty Bothans carrying custom made rifles and clad in traditional Bothan armor-- a deep purple with gold trim-- stepped out from a plethora of hidden doors that dotted the office and ajoining hallway.

 

"Truely you underestimate us."

 

A sneer crossed the face of the Bothan as he sat back in his chair. Slowly the chair lowered as a small shield encompassed a ten foot area around it. Inpenetrable by blaster and lightsaber alike, the shield was a safe bubble for the Bothan.

 

The troops can be heard clicking their guns on and the turrets could be heard humming to life as they were fully powered up. There was no where to go as a secondary door closed from the ceiling where the old door indeed had been blown off.

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As the Bothan retreated into his bubble, Darth Quietus looked around at the turrets and Bothans, and instantly began to cackle with all the evil that had darkened his heart.

 

"And you Bothans are all alike...too cauight up in being dignitaties, thinking yourself higher then the rest of the Galaxy. And yet for all you strive for, you fail. You OVERESTIMATED me and my troopers Bothan scum."

 

With a single wave of Quietus's hand, a single trooper pushed buttons on his wristpad, and looked back up. "In 3...2...1......0"

 

Quietus nodded, not even turning to the trooper, instead watching as the trooper counted down. And as the trooper uttered zero, the turrets, the turrets that the great Malit Kraest thought would save his furry behind, turned from their targets of Quietus and the troopers, and turned to face the Bothan troopers.

 

"Our first target was the Bothan Spy Network...we hacked into it, and from there...we hacked every system and sub-system that existed on the planet. We, not you, control this planet now. What, you think you and your rag-tag band of aides were actually bypassing us? that you were doing things without our knowledge?"

 

Quietus laughed again, and with the Bothan troopers statueesque due to the turning of the turrets, Quietus approched the bubble.

 

"All that you think you removed from out grasp, we took from you already. Before I even set out to this bunker, we copied the entire Bothan Archive. You have failed. And so, you shall die in your failure."

 

Quietus lifted his hand, and all fifty rifles sprung from the Bothan's hands, and landed safely behind the troopers. Quietus turned and gave a silent command to his troops, and turned back, staring straight into Malit's eyes

 

"And now...you shall watch your people die."

 

His eyes still staring, peirceing into the bothans, the room was lit up with blaster fire, as the combined power of the turrets, and Imperial troopers, finished the slaughter of the now un-armed Bothans.

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[Comm for Darth Quietus, to be received whenever he sees fit:]

 

'Lord Quietus, the pretender to the Imperial throne is dead. Since I am far more pragmatic than my predecessor, I will not needlessly slaughter those who served him. If you bow to me and to the Dark Lord of the Sith, Kakuto Ryu, you will continue your duties as if this regime change had never happened. Should you resist, you will be declared a traitor and executed as such. Make your decision and report to Foy. Yours, Emperor Jidai Geki.'

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"My opinion of you has not changed. You have no information. It has been done away with, and you are sorely mistaken Sith!"

 

The Bothans body gave a quick fluster as blaster bolts rained down upon it. A thousand rounds and not a hit. Malit starred back at Raynuk unforgivingly. His body, a hologram a whole time winked in and out of existance as the projector became battle scarred.

 

"I've a countdown of my own for you Sith!"

 

Holding up a holographic furry hand and four clawed fingers, the Bothan began at four and counted down to one. As his last finger fell his hologram winked out of existence just as an explotion rocked the massive compound. Small bombs began to go off one by one....remote detonated from and off planet source.

 

Across Bothawui many more bunkers.....once the safe havens of Bothawui elite and their precious information were annihilated. Computer systems, crashed and the entire infrastructure of the planet seemed to indeed become no more.

 

No all the empire had to go after was a shell of a planet.

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Stupid animals... He just did our job for us.

 

Quietus instantly turned around, and ripped the secondary door, and the door-frame itself, out of the wall and threw it into the explosions.

 

"Everyone! MOVE OUT![/b"

 

He yelled as he began to manipulate the force, and a trick he learned from his own apprentice. He covered the backs of the troopers as they professionally exited the room, and Quietus held the explosions back. Once the troopers were evacuated, Quietus himself backed out of the compound into the tunnels.

 

The whole series of events took only 10 seconds from Malit's dissapearance to Quietus removing himself from the room.

 

"Captain, take your squad back to the surface. We are leaving." Quietus said as he himself began the walk back to the surface through the tunnels and caverns.

 

The Sith Master had been tricked, and he did not like it. Pulling his comm, he sent a message to all the squadron leaders and Horus.

 

All squadrons, fall back to the capitol city and prepare for extraction. Our job is finished here.

 

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An hour later, Quietus walked through the rubble of the capitol city, and stood beside Horus.

 

"The bunkers were all trapped and filled with holograms. But no matter. In the Bothan stupidity, they did our job for us, blowing up the underground caverns. But no matter. We already gained access to the Bothan Spy Network, and now we know everything they know. The Emperor will be most pleased. '

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Horus turned to face Darth Quietus.

 

”œIt was their own folly. I suppose that our work here is done. The city has been swept clean. There is not a single Bothan left here to slaughter. We should now return to our Lord, so that we may present him with our gift in person. Undoubtedly he will be pleased. The Bbothan's held much knowledge that will prove useful to him.”

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"Indeed. I should let you know, Akturus has been disposed, and Geki has taken command of the Empire, and with him brings the return of Kakuto Ryu."

 

Quietus turned, and oversaw the troopers back into their transports. In total, only five troopers died, with 12 suffering a range of injuries. The day had been a success, and once more the Empire had proved to not be messed with.

 

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As Quietus steered the Ogariv II out of the atmosphere, followed closely by the troop transports, he smirked once more, and jumped to hyperspace.

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  • 7 years later...

Kirlocca could only stare at the planet before him with a bit of a tension hidden within his eyes. The Jedi Grandmaster knew what awaited both him and Ads on the planet below. With a short breath released, Kirlocca turned towards Ads with the tension still hidden within his eyes.

 

<< When we reach the surface, communication is a subtle thing. Actions speak louder than words for this mission. Watch theirs, and be mindful of yours. >>

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<< When we reach the surface, communication is a subtle thing. Actions speak louder than words for this mission. Watch theirs, and be mindful of yours. >>

 

"I'll t--" before Ads could respond, the comm flared to life, a distinctly Bothan voice blaring from the speaker.

 

"Shuttle LB3-K, we have you on our sensors. What is your destination?"

 

Ads turned on the microphone. "Bothan control, this is shuttle LB3-K, standby for transfer of flight plan." Once Ads had tuned off the mic, he turned to the computer, typed in a few commands and sent the plan to ground control. "Should I bring her down, Master Kirlocca?"

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Kirlocca became a bit more attentive towards the planet's surface upon the communication opening up. Even from the atmosphere, the chaos beginning to take form down below was evident. It was something that the Jedi Master could easily have gotten lost in, so much to the point, it took him almost a full three seconds to process that Ads had asked him a question.

 

<< Yes, you may bring her down. >>

 

Kirlocca kept his gaze upon the surface of Bothawui. There first point of interest, Drev'starn would carry much of the weight. Without much of a second thought, Kirlocca knew that the two would most likely be greeted by Akao Den'kji, the head governor on the planet, who will then escort them to the main hall where they would then interact with Dirrm Gir’tey. Turning towards Ads, Kirlocca made sure his posture and voice carried with it some weight as well.

 

<< Akao will be greeting us. She is very particular about order. I will speak first of the two of us. If I do not introduce you to her, that is for political reasons, do not take offense. >>

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<< Akao will be greeting us. She is very particular about order. I will speak first of the two of us. If I do not introduce you to her, that is for political reasons, do not take offense. >>

 

"Won't take any," Ads replied, his fingers punching in commands for the computer to bring the ship down. They had been assigned a docking bay only a few building away from Drev'starn's central plaza. Their location was pretty much on the other side of the planet, affording Ads and Kirlocca great views of sweeping ocean and landscapes. As Drev'starn came into view Ads spoke up, finally taking his eyes off the view ahead to look over at the Wookiee.

 

"So do you already know this Akao?"

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Kirlocca took a moment to take in the view before responding to Ads, and the delay was very obvious.

 

<< Yes, from a few years back. The conversations back then between me and Akao were very intense. My recent conversations with Dirrm have also gone along a very similar path. It is safe to assume that their hospitality if a formality only. >>

 

Kirlocca kept his gaze on the city, allowing for Ads to come to his own conclusions from the short words used.

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Ads decided to not question the Wookiee regarding his cryptic revelation about his relationships with the Bothans who they were supposed to make nice with...with whom they were supposed to make nice...Whatever. As the shuttle touched down, Ads got up and stretched his arms and legs. Turning to the Wookiee, he asked, "What do we do first, master?"

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Kirlocca, who was now very grateful for the short pause, if only to allow for him time to break from the thoughts that swirled around in his mind from his previous encounters with the two Bothans. Standing up, he look a moment to peer outside to see what sort of condition the greeting party would be, and then turned back around towards Ads.

 

<< Akao Den'kji will take us to our meeting place and entertain us until Dirrm Gir’tey is able to see us. >>

 

Politics were not the Jedi Grandmaster's strong suite, nor did he pretend to enjoy them either. He was always straight forth with people if he could be, and that was how most preferred the Wookiee to be. But Bothans were different. They enjoyed the mess that could come about from being political, and the work involved to get their own way. With a motion, Kirlocca had Ads follow him out of the shuttle, which Akao and six other Bothans awaited them. Akao was wearing some sort of formal outfit, colors of green and purple with a gold trim. In Kirlocca's mind, the outfit made the Bothan look flat out ugly, yet he would never say such a thing to Akao. Upon getting close enough, Kirlocca bowed.

 

<< I am grateful you could meet us here Akao Den'kji. >>

 

The Bothan looked very unamused. With a quick shift of movement, her voice rang out like a mother providing a harsh scolding to her child.

 

"Your flattery is misplaced Jedi Kirlocca. Dirrm is the one who thinks this meeting could benefit both parties. Not me. Save your charm for Dirrm."

 

((I'll allow for you to post in some details that you pick up and notice, if not respond in anyway you feel your character would.))

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"What do we do first, master?"

 

The Wookiee stood up to peer out one of the shuttle's viewports. Ads view was almost completely occluded by the mess of fur reaching almost to the dull durasteel ceiling. People had always told Ads that he had thick hair, but there was more within three inches of his face now than Ads would ever have on his head. Through his viewport, Ads could just barely see a few dignitaries approaching the shuttle. Kirlocca, also seeing the dignitaries, looked over his shoulder at Ads to tell him, << Akao Den'kji will take us to our meeting place and entertain us until Dirrm Gir’tey is able to see us. >>

 

The Wookie opened the shuttle door, got on the landing bay floor and walked the distance between the shuttle and the Bothans. His stride across the ferroconcrete tiles was brisk; Ads practically had to jog to keep up. When Kirlocca finally came to a halt several feet from the Bothans, Ads almost ran directly into his back. GaAaAaHhHh THAT'S NOT HIS BACK, Ads realized as the Wookie bowed. Ads awkwardly moved his upper chest and lowered his head to look at the floor in some strange imitation of a bow as he regained his composure. That would have been embarrasing, Ads thought as Kirlocca spoke to the lead Bothan, the harsh undertones of his voice seeming to belie his benign words.

 

<< I am grateful you could meet us here Akao Den'kji. >>

 

Akao's eyes widened almost as subtly as she shook her head. It was clear to Ads that she was not in favor of this meeting. She spoke up, her words nowhere near as subtle as her body language. "Your flattery is misplaced Jedi Kirlocca. Dirrm is the one who thinks this meeting could benefit both parties. Not me. Save your charm for Dirrm."

 

Ads was surprised that the short Bothan had the audacity to speak that way to a Wookiee who looked almost twice her height. Ads was glad the Bothans were not empathic; they already picked up on every little bit of information they could gather, the last thing he needed was for them to sense his emotionally responses to their words.

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Kirlocca was not at all surprised by the courtesy made by Akao, but there was a comment that made Kirlocca wonder what was going on through the mind of Dirrm. With a slight nod, he kept his smile and kept his own pleasantries for the very sake of Ads so that the young boy might be able to learn how a Jedi should handle themselves in all situations.

 

<< Well then, let us depart for Dirrm. >>

 

That was about all Kirlocca needed to say, as Akao simple nodded her own head and then her company and herself directed the Jedi Grandmaster and Ads towards a speeder, which would take them to the Social Hall, the main room in which Kirlocca and Ads would interact with Dirrm. The ride was short, as the Social Hall was not far from the Space Port. Carefully he leaned in towards Ads during the ride and spoke quietly into his ear.

 

<< These two Bothans are well known for opposing having Jedi lead any form of military collation during the time of war. Twice they tried to hang up Onderin Starlisk as well as myself for war crimes. They would rather the Jedi not be in any public light. >>

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As the Jedi rode toward the Social Hall, Kirlocca leaned in and whispered in Ads' ear, << These two Bothans are well known for opposing having Jedi lead any form of military collation during the time of war. Twice they tried to hang up Onderin Starlisk as well as myself for war crimes. They would rather the Jedi not be in any public light. >>

 

"So I suppose I shouldn't mention that I also served with Onderin a few years back?" Ads responded as the speeder began to slow to a stop before the Social Hall. The building was very utilitarian, in keeping with the Bothans' philosophies of advancement over frivolity. Geometric ferroconcrete blocks formed the tapered, trapezoidal structure which stood above the other buildings in its immediate vicinity. The inside of the Social Hall could be considered equally utilitarian, although its utility was certainly more in keeping with its name. As the party swept through the lobby it was clear that the building was not being employed for its recreational ammenities, but rather the practicality of using such a building; it was simply a place where a meeting like this one could be held.

 

Very utilitarian.

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Kirlocca took only a second to glance up at the structure of the Social Hall, a building in which the Jedi Grandmaster has been before, and then back towards Ads, whom he whispered to once more.

 

<< Yes, make no mention of it. >>

 

Carefully, taking a step out of the speeder, Kirlocca followed his temporary host until she lead them to a large stair case that swirled his way up to what was clearly sleeping dormitories. She gave them a very abrupt bow and then spoke with heavy bitterness.

 

"I trust you will enjoy your time here... Jedi."

 

Kirlocca decided to bow before her anyways, and smiled as he spoke.

 

<< I always do. >>

 

Kirlocca waited until Akao and her company to depart, and then turned towards Ads.

 

<< I think she means for us to fail. >>

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As the door to the Jedi's...Jedis'...Jedi'...

 

As the door to Ads' and Kirlocca's...Ads and Kirlocca's quarters closed, the Wookie informed Ads, << I think she means for us to fail.>>

 

Looking across the room at the Grandmaster, Ads responded, "Doesn't everyone?"

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The Social Hall, being just that, a large room for social events was very large and open, with great design fit for kings. The bedrooms, a modest term for what the Bothans offered up, were in the very same fashion. Carefully entering the room, Kirlocca looked over to Ads, who looked to be a bit perplexed by the entirety of the situation he was now in.

 

<< They all very well do, but that isn't the point. Tell me, what sort of training have you had up until now? >>

 

A very direct question, which was fit for the coming situation. Maybe by the end of this situation, Ads might pick up a thing or two in how to deal with politics. Or maybe he would take Kirlocca's route and stay as far away as he could.

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