Bespin: (Black Sun's) Cloud City

[Terra]

Terra skipped joyfully down the corridors back towards her master's location. The demon's lust for blood had been aptly quenched, for the moment. Blood dripped from her hands, and was tracked in scarlet bootprints upon the glittering floors. In one hand, she carried one of her flechette pistols and in the other, she held a large pink box, which she had grabbed from the guard station, filled to the brim with little round pieces of cooked dough, glazed with the most unhealthy of sugars and chocolates. She had no desire to eat them herself, but perhaps one of her Sith compatriots would enjoy an unwholesome snack.

 

As she reached the barricades, she began to feel that something was slightly amiss. The whole city rocked with distant explosions, and the ground roiled for but an instant under Terra's bloodied boots. She kept her footing easily, but was surprised to see a live Wing Guard go flying past and smash into the barricades of his dead comrades. Gasping in horror, he tried futilely to stand, but his boots slipped in the pool of blood he was lying in, and he fell back into the blood of his friends. Terra shook her head slightly and advanced, placing the flechette pistol back into her blackened holster. Taking the struggling young man by his collar, she dragged him towards the Administrator's quarters, where Lord Ar-Pharazon surely was. The man cried and struggled, but his injuries had weakened him substantially, and all he accomplished in creating was a more varied crimson drag mark upon the whitened floor.

 

Entering the chamber, she yanked the man to his feet, and with a glance up to her master, began to stuff the donuts down his throat. The normally delicious bits of dough began to suffocate the man as donuts after frosted donut were thrust down his gaping maw. She looked up again; her lips conformed into a demon's smile, towards her master, but stayed her hand for but a moment as she recognized that they had another female guest. She dropped the gagging man to the bloodied ground, to a delightful spray of crumbs and saliva coated frosting, and cocked her head to the side, looking the girl up and down.

 

With a giggle, she brought her disrupter pistol our of its holster and placed a round through the asphyxiating guard's pastry filled throat. She casually kicked the man in the head as she skipped over his convulsing body and approached the group, extending the pink box, still half filled with a great variety of donuts, from frosted, to glazed, powdered, Coruscant cream, Hwotha berry, sour cream, cinnamon, chocolate, and jelly along with another set of strange meat danishes, which Terra believed were made from an Ewok base, and mixed with Gungan.

 

”œWant some? They're delicious, but deadly in large amounts. Who's the girl? Do you need her shot? ”˜Cause I can do that... I can also dice her up with a sword or two, but that's a little bit more complicated."

[Lord Ar-Pharazon]

This strange girl came across as somewhat of a bitch. Yet, the rewards sounded unreal. Ar-Pharazon was willing to put up with a testy ho, if it meant finding the Grandmaster of the Jedi.

 

He turned eagerly to Terra and smiled. Her wanton acts of murder and destruction were utterly pleasing. ”œNo, we're not looking to kill this girl. In fact, it seems she's looking to help us kill someone else entirely. However, I don't have a whole lot of time to explain what this situation is.”

[Qaela]

It did not take long for others to join them. The male apparently knew her, though she couldn't recall who he was. She might have seen him around the Temple before, but didn't place his name. He extruded more power than her, so he was either a high level Lord or a Master. Either way, she had no intention of crossing anyone in this group.

 

The second arrival was more perplexing. She at least was female, that much was good. She didn't seem to be a spellcaster, but there was something not right about her, beyond the fact she was covered in blood. Qaela had never encountered someone that made her feel that way, especially not from someone as young as this girl. It was something she would have to try to get more information about her.

 

She choose not to reply. Silence was probably best in this situation. She did make sure that her lightsaber was readily available just in case.

[Raynuk Montar]

Quietus nodded contently, offering no qualms with using Qaela's information to their own ends. As the group waited for Delta to return, he turned to Terra and pointed to the pink package she was holding.

 

"May I?"

 

Before she even really answered, he plucked two of the dark balls of dough, the ones that matched the color of his mask, and popped them into his mouth, munching away.

 

"I frickin love these things... Oh and as much damage as I did so far, it will pale to compare to what is gonna happen when we're about to take off." He pointed to the small detonator he had on his belt as a grin spread across his face. "Lets just say that I dont think Cloud City will be a destination once we leave."

 

As he began thinking about his plan for the destruction of Cloud City, he began to wonder just how much tibanna gas had built up over the course of his travel back to the administration building. So, he walked over to the desk of the Citizen General, which was still smeared with blood, and pulled up the schematics of Cloud City again, and then overlay the air quality readings on top of it. Just as he had hoped, the tibanna gas level was now over 85% of the air on level 285. After a quick consideration given how much time the group was going to stay on Cloud City, as well as how long it had taken for level 285 to fill up, he made a judgement call. With a flick of the wrist and a few keystrokes on the Citizen General's terminal, he remotely opened the passages and connections between levels 285 and 286. If his mental calculations were correct, it would take another 45 minutes for the tibanna gas levels in both areas to reach 85% again, given that the gas was now limited to twice as large of an area as it was previously. He looked up at those who were gathered and spoke.

 

"We have 45 minutes, max, before Cloud City will be permanently disabled. Just a heads up."

[Qaela]

Qaela felt a subtle shift through her link. She closed her eyes to focus on it and evaluated what she felt. Their target had stopped moving. The fuzzy connection became more clear. She opened her eyes and said, "The Grandmaster has left hyperspace. We can begin tracking him now. I am not sure exactly where he is, but I sense he is far from here. I will need a map to see if I cannot discover exactly where he is. If I cannot, we will have to make numerous small jumps so I can get the bearings."

[Delta73]

With the magazines empty, Delta made one last pass around the casino, looking across the massed corpses, most still with decks in their hands. Naturally, many were also still alive. Some grazed by blaster burns, or pierced by Flechettes, some would die of their wounds, others would not, for God had not ordained their time to Delta's hands. He stepped over the bodies of patrons and he walked, reaching down, he recovered a sack, and with a scoop of his arm, collected the chips and stacks from the nearest tables. He also raided the vault, which had been left open by an officer gunned down in the first wave. Slinging the sacks over his back, Delta smiled, Millions of credits on chips of all sizes were slung across his heavy armour. They would eat well tonight.

 

He could hear the wail of sirens, far too close to be healthy, and he made his way to the turbolifts back to the location of his mates. He quickly reloaded, slightly burdened by the weight of the credits, so he walked a bit slower than normal. That is when they found him, another detachment of guards, more heavily armed than the last bunch, and they were ready for him. Rounds glanced off his armour as he ducked into the lift, he returned fire, and was hit again. The armour was well made, but the hits had glanced his under jumpsuit, causing a burn upon his arm. Delta cursed softly, and decided to end this the quickest way possible. He simply tossed a thermal detonator out the door and hit the button. The shaking turbo lift soared away from the collapsing hallways, taking the slightly burned Vigo away from the scene.

 

When the lift opened, Delta could see the group of his teammates, and he approached them, grinning under the scorched helmet. He withdrew a sack of chips and tossed them to each one, Unitil his eyes landed on a young lady in their midst. "Here are some spoils of war mates, credit chips, and casino chips, all very valuable, in fact I-" He looked at Qaela "Why hello there missy! I am sure you deserve one too!" He tossed her a sack, "Don't spend it all in one place now!" He was like a burned and bloody Santa. Just awesomer.

[Lord Ar-Pharazon]

When Ar-Pharazon heard that the Jedi Grandmaster exited hyperspace, it was imperative to immediately initiate the assault that would soon redefine history for an entire fetid generation. A vicious war, against one specific individual, waged by evil folks with weapons of hatred and profane sorcery, was about to begin. The history books were about to get one page thicker.

 

”œWe have rocked this city to its very foundation,”

[Raynuk Montar]

"We have rocked this city to its very foundation! It is now an utterly wasted zone, spent, wracked, and spoiled, where thieves and brigands will rule, and the few security operatives that dare remain and survive against our tyranny will be forced to hide or flee. The so-called forces of good will establish order eventually, but this will be forever remembered as the darkest hour in Cloud City's history.”

[handofthrawn]

Raynuk versus Cloud City:

 

I'm a little hesitant to approve this one because it basically involves destroying a thread. That said, the plan seems reasonable as long as no one managed to vent a significant portion of the gas outside, which is helped considerably by your control of key locations and destruction of the turbolifts leading to the flooded level.

 

With no PC or NPC interference, I simply see no reason why this attempt would fail.

 

Killshot Successful.

[Raynuk Montar]

One second, there was calm and peace in the skies of Bespin following the departure of the Dreadfully Unpleasant and Very Unholy Chariot of Unwarranted Suffering and its occupants from Cloud City, but the next second there was chaos and fire. The explosion that burst forth from levels 285 and 286 of Cloud City could be seen from space, as fire and debris shot out from all sides of the lower half of Cloud City, engulfing another four levels above and below of the explosion.

 

Within seconds of the explosion dying out, the power relays throughout the City snapped in sequence, a result of the now extinct ten levels containing power generators and sub-stations that normally fed the rest of the city. The city was decimated as smaller explosions were triggered by the large, calculation detonation of so much tibanna gas. But the real show came when the repulsorlift engines and tractor beams that kept the city in the air began to blink out one by one, and then die completely, collapsing with the power grid itself.

 

But with ten levels of the City now gone, the upper section of the city came smashing down, pulled downward by the very gravity of Bespin that the repulsorlift engines were fighting against. The resulting impact pancaked another few levels up and down, and causing general stress and instability to the City's structural integrity. But the impact also knocked a sizable chunk off of the City, as the combination of the explosion, ensuing fires, failing repulsor engines, and the planets gravity ripped a piece off of the bottom of Cloud City, nearly one sixth of the City's circumference, causing it to break away and tumble down into the unknown of Bespin's core.

 

But with that large piece missing, the City became even more unstable, as the engines attempted to maintain the orbit and elevation of the City. But the force pushing up on the city was uneven, while the force pushing down by gravity was even across the entire city. As a result, the Cloud City, in its entirety, began to tumble and list to the broken side. It wasnt long before the list became so harsh that gravity began pulling the top section, the section that had come crashing down and pancaked upon the lower, sideways. With the city listing nearly 30 degrees, there simply was nothing securing the top section to the bottom, and ever so slowly it began grinding sideways off the lower half, causing even more destruction and carnage. The sounds of screeching metal could be heard at some distance as the City continued to be pulled apart by gravity and systems failures.

 

Finally, after nearly fifteen minutes since the explosion, the power grid completely failed, causing the engines and tractor beams to fail completely. In one grand motion, an almost artistic tumble from an object so large, Cloud City fell from its perch so high in the skies of Bespin. As it fell and continued to tumble towards the weakened side, the top section finally broke loose from the lower section, and fell off, tumbling by itself. Cloud City was now in two very large, very destroyed sections, and it took but a few seconds for both to disappear into the depths of the core of Bespin.

 

Cloud City, along with all of its citizens who had not thus far been killed by the Scorpions, and all of its Tibanna gas reserves and mining operations, were gone from existence in the blink of an eye.

 

 

((*Salutes Cloud City* Bye bye! ))

[Gren Sairdonga]

An E-Wing appears out of space over the planet, Bespin. Into a giant shit-storm. Cloud City wasn't the only population centre on Bespin, or the only production facility for Tibanna gas. But it was by far the biggest and most important. Its complete and utter destruction had caused chaos.

 

Only very little air traffic. Their seemed little point in flying around the area once inhabited by Cloud City. Regardless he located the exact co-ordinates. Flying through the area that perhaps the largest floating city and edifice of modern engineering had ever constructed. Home to millions. Had been destroyed. Gren couldn't believe it.

 

He had felt it. In the force. It must have been the attack on this once beautiful, peaceful place. He felt an almost physical illness here. Resisting the urge to throw up violently the Antarian Ranger. Former now. He needed a name for his new unit. Something he had said earlier rung out to him. About a knife from the shadows. He liked that. Not that particular way of saying it. But the idea. Maybe... Shadow Knife? No. He didn't like the word knife.. But what to replace it with? Shadow Blade! He would mint his new as the Shadow Blades. Taking the best pieces of the Antarian Rangers, the Sentinels and the Republic and Imperial Special Forces units.

 

He might need to visit Carida. The old Imperial Academy there would have some of the best records for finding candidates for him. But first he needed a lightsaber. Jedi or Sith. It mattered not to him. To Coruscant? Or Gala? Coruscant first. He'd talk to the Sith. It was time to live in faith with this treaty and trust the Sith were doing so as well.

 

Flying through the former location of Cloud City he dipped his wings a mark of respect, and loosed a flare. To drop into the depths like that fabled city. His own personal mark of Respect and Sorrow for all those lost here and the trials they faced in their last minutes. Before reciting an old Antarian Ranger Death Poem on an open frequency.

 

"As the sound of drum calls for my life,

I turn my head where sun is about to set.

There is no inn on the way to underworld.

At whose house shall I sleep tonight?"*

 

With that the E-Wing heeled skyward and with a roar the thrusters kicked in. Before he left he got off one of the other platforms the telemetry data they had shot of the final moments of the city. It showed a ship leaving. The only ship that left before the blast. He would review all the information later. For now he needed a command crew for his team. A short while later. Starlines extended again.

 

*Seong Sam-mun

[Black Sun Agent(s)]

A lone Ship appeared on the horizon of the place where Cloud City had once stood in all its glory. Darkness had sadly overcome that great floating city, and fate had tossed the city into the crushing depths. After several months, the situation had not changed. Other than a few scattered investigations, there had been nothing done. It was sort of sad how the galaxy could just completely forget about the deaths of millions of civilians when a single person, such as a Grandmaster, or a few Jedi council members were gunned down. At least the galaxy had its head on straight, and its priorities laid out.

 

Some people mattered, and others simply did not. A million could die, and no one would lift a finger, but....say if a hospital was under siege....yet that is another story all together.

 

The Heavy Rain appeared with a huge convoy trailing after it. Including the ship operated by Blackstone and Kayal. Huge construction platforms began to arrive one by one, and huge amounts of durasteel and transparasteel were aligned in a great shell. The construction of a new city had begun. This world, abandoned by those in the core, was thereby claimed by the unified criminal Empire of Smash Daisaku. The fleet of construction vessels continued their work, not a threat to the galaxy, simply building a new great city and surrounding stations. It had begun.

[Tavelon]

Blackstone was leaning back in a chair, precariously balancing against a wall as he slept. With a sudden shake, the ship entered the atmosphere of Bespin and Blackstone toppled unceremoniously onto the floor. "Whu- oh. There already?" he asked groggily to no one in particular. Blackstone straightened himself up and looked out a window to see the former glory of cloud city. It was a strange sight to see- it wasn't like a grounded city where buildings could be knocked down and replaced; instead the city was being built on hardly any visible foundation at all. It was quite the undertaking.

 

Blackstone stretched and blinked as he woke up. "So... What's going on?" he asked the other Black Sun agent.

[Black Sun Agent(s)]

The great bulk of the work had been completed, the great engines that kept the New Cloud City were beginning to churn. The great beast remained aloft. Cheers erupted from the millions of workers as they set to work making the great casinos and parlours that had once made the old cloud city so great. Lavish entryways and halls were decorated with gold and silver. The prefabricated living areas for the cities residents were produced and erected en masse. When completed, it would look almost identical to the old cloud city, save for heavily armoured tibanna gas refineries. There would also be another variant, Black Sun would own it all. From the lowest street merchant to the great casinos, all would go through intense screening, and they would pay their dues, however slight, the coffers of the great criminal empire.

 

The Galactic Alliance had abandoned it, and private industry had stepped in. A lucrative business was Tibanna Gas mining, and with Black Sun's rates, other distributors would soon come under the sway of Black Sun. It would be perfect, and would be the shining gem of the criminal empire. It had lasted since the very beginning, and it would be everlasting.

 

As the City was christened with the shattering of an expensive bottle of Endor wine, a great banner was raised, HAIL DAISAKU!

 

Cloud City was ready for business.

[Wookiee Jedi]

Kirlocca's Owool starfighter emerged out of hyperspace above Bespin. The small craft just hung like a small random dot in space as it peered down towards the planet, almost as if it was contemplating a million different ways to drop mayhem upon the surface. Kirlocca simply took a single moment to glance over the planet as he began to assume the fifty ways Black Sun could attempt to kill him in vain. This meeting very well could be a trap, but one that would really gain Black Sun nothing from doing so. So the Jedi Grandmaster grinned as he then began to pilot the vessel down towards the planets surface. More specifically, the lone facility teaming with life on the planet's surface. As he did, he opened up a channel to the facility.

 

"<< This is Jedi Grandmaster Kirlocca here to meet with Black Sun Vigo... Delta? >>"

[Delta73]

The Black Sun Command ship the Ark Royal emerged from hyperspace over the Gas Giant called Bespin. The great city in the clouds, rebuilt to be the Biggest Black Sun base this side of the Richi Maze. The Wookiee Jedi was directed to land on docking bay thirty four, where an army of a hundred Wing Guard stood at attention. Delta stood at the large doorway flanked by two scantily dressed teenage girls holding blaster rifles. Every Wing Guard in attendance wore nameplates of solid gold, and the rank badges out of crafted Corusca Gems. A huge table of food and drink that could feed an entire starving ewok village. Most of it would likely go to waste, but no one ever knew how much a Wookiee could eat in a sitting.

[Wookiee Jedi]

Kirlocca was slightly fascinated by the entire sight, as the Jedi Grandmaster had never been to Bespin before, or at least not within a memory where he got to take in the entire city that floated within the clouds. To his great surprise, there was a large welcoming party, or hostile party, depending on what exactly Black Sun wanted to get out of this meeting. Upon landing, Kirlocca departed from his ship and walked towards Delta, the Vigo he had interacted with slightly within the CorSec HQ. He did take notice of what appeared to be two armed whores standing next to the Vigo. Ignoring them, he bowed before Delta.

 

<< I want to thank you for seeing me. I am sure that this meeting will be beneficial to both parties. >>

 

The entire Wing Guard the stood around him made him feel safe, but not through a means that they would protect him, but through an understanding that if this was such a trap, they would be of no threat to the Grandmaster. The Vigo and his whores on the other hand, they might provide a problem if things didn't go as smoothly as he hopes they will.

[Delta73]

As the wookiee bowed, as did Vigo Delta. He motioned and the young girls holstered their weapons, and walked to flank the Jedi Master. Their walk was not threatening, they were well trained, and would not attack the creature. They were afterall, more interested in love, not war. Delta spun on his heel as the Master followed him, the Wing Guard saluted until they were out of sight. When the door slammed shut behind them, Delta turned to Kirlocca. "I trust you are not here to arrest me?"

[Wookiee Jedi]

Kirlocca followed behind very closely as he could without setting off any sense of danger to anyone who was armed, but made sure to take in everything that he could before just the Vigo and the Grandmaster were alone. The sudden question almost threw him off, save for the very fact that Kirlocca understood that Delta's last visit on Coruscant did not go in his favor, or in any way shape or form what he was expecting.

 

<< No. I suspect that we both fully understand what this meeting is about. >>

 

Kirlocca understood all too well that both him and Delta had something they wished to accomplish today. Both would end up having to find a place to meet in the middle, or sacrifice a lot to get what the other party wanted. He would only be insulting Delta to assume other wise, and he would only be lying to himself if he thought any different.

[Delta73]

With a wave of his hand, Delta dismissed the girls and he walked to a large room, with a large amount of food arraigned on the table.

 

He looked the Gradmaster in the eye whilst he spoke, never wavering. "I wish to arrange a business between us. As I told you before, I am wishing to bring to light more of the legitimate business for Black Sun. Though there is no doubt that there will still be things that happen under the table, one of the ways I wanted to do this was to broker an alliance between the Jedi and our Organization. The reasons for this are many, but I know that you need every bit of help you can get. I have many connections within the Sith, many which should still trust me even if they somehow see this conversation in textual form."

 

Delta pulled up a hologramme of a shipyard. "Your faction lacks the materials needed to properly defend the Galactic Alliance. You need an army to fight the growing might of the Sith. An army of Light to fight the army of darkness. You and yours could of course inspect our facilities and we could even exchange agents and Jedi. Stealth and sabotage isn't a course of learning within the Jedi is it? I am sure there are many that would love to learn."

 

He turned away from the Jedi Grandmaster and extended his hand. Two chairs slid from the table to where they were standing. He looked back to the Wookiee and grinned. "I would also like to become a Jedi Knight....."

[Wookiee Jedi]

Kirlocca had to admit that he was bit taken back from the sudden display of the Force. He had not been able to feel the spring of the Force within the Vigo until right now, only after it was brought to this attention. The rest of conversation was exactly what the Grandmaster thought it would be, which would be finding a middle ground for both Black Sun and the Jedi Order to work together. Had he seen the grin behind the helmet upon Delta's face, he might have returned the favor. But instead, he simply sat down in the chair.

 

<< I must admit that training to become a Jedi Knight requires much more than a one on one session. But something tells me you have already thought of that. >>

 

Kirlocca placed his full weight in the chair and leaned back a bit to relax. He was suddenly more curious about Delta's history and Force related gifts rather than making a deal. But the deal still needed to be done.

 

<< But as for what you said, yes. I have took time recent to think upon the situation of the Jedi Order. While not in a good place to withstand a storm, they are prepared to hunt down the Sith one by one. The problem with that is just as you said. We don't have to resources to best defend the Galactic Alliance. And with some pushing within the Council to instead turn our eyes upon Black Sun first, I felt I could arrange something that would keep the realistic situation at bay. Which is simply Black Sun isn't in a place to do anything, and the only thing that kept the Jedi Order from making a move were the subtle negotiations that took place from the Jedi Masters Obi-Quiet and Kitt Fitt, along with the strong presence of the Sith and the imperial navy and army they used. SInce the Sith lost their strong presence and their tools and resources, you became viable targets again. >>

 

Kirlocca leaned in, making sure that Delta knew and understood the weight that Kirlocca's words carried.

 

<< ...But since both sides here seem to be willing to make a deal with each other, I think that any arrangement made here today will be beneficial to both sides. And so far what you have proposed does work for me. The question would be whether or not you and the rest of Black Sun would be willing to sell out former contacts? >>

 

Kirlocca lied about Black Sun's stance with the Jedi Order, but it was needed. And there was no way that Delta or anyone within Black Sun to find out what was really said within the Jedi Council meetings anyways, so such a lie was safe for now. And if it helped sell Black Sun on the Jedi, he would do so again and again. This was one of those situations were the ends did justify the means.

[Kailen Aeli]

An encrypted comm call for Kirlocca --

 

===// "Hello Master, my apologies for being away so long. I had to leave to collect my thoughts, but I am ready for training once more. I am aware that my absence may stir contention for your taking me as a padawan, but if you still wish to take me as your padawan I await your instruction. I was wondering where, if you wish to continue, that you wanted me to meet you.

 

I am currently back on Coruscant. If you need me to meet you somewhere special let me know. Kailen out." //===

[Delta73]

Delta laughed. "Of course I have thought about that good Jedi Master. But you see I already have some of the basics down, taught to me by a young Sith Lord. And one named Lord Ar-Pharazon the Golden." It was a name drop. Like he was advertising for Gold-line, but instead a Sith master. He didn't even break character. It was ridiculous.

 

"Then yes, let us discuss a deal, one that will keep the Jedi off our backs, and us off yours. But also could allow you to establish bases near key territory, or protected sanctuary deep within the protection of Black Sun. I even offer you and yours the use of this station, with my blessing. A temple will be constructed of Gold and Gem in the centre of Cloud City, for the younglings to train and thrive. And in return we of course ask that the Jedi Order use ships constructed by Celestial Construction, use Bespin mined Tibanna Gas, and let a few of my agents train in the use of the force. Including myself. Any Jedi that wish, can of course begin training in our state of the art facilities scattered across the galaxy for espionage and assassination."

 

That is if the deal went through. If not. Then, well there were always other ways to turn an organization to the lighter side of dark.

 

"Master Jedi, I also have within my care three of the children born to Lord Ar-Pharazon the Golden and his Dark Mistress..." He sighed softly, "I would very much like if you could take them in, and raise them to the lightside. Whether or not this deal goes through. I cannot stand to see the babies follow their parents..."

[Wookiee Jedi]

In the midst of Delta's name drop, one that he really didn't care for, Kailen, his former apprentice that never finished her training had sent him a quiet message on his comlink. Not really wanting to be rude, he would respond to her as soon as he was able. But for now, he had to turn his attention back to the Vigo and his deal that he was proposing. Aspects of it, he could come to a point of understanding with. The training of Black sun agents made him cringe just a little bit, far more than the idea of Ar-Pharazon sleeping around with some whore. But if he put a limit on who trained these agents and what exactly they learned, it could pass within his mind and the mind of other important Council members. Although, with the way their last meeting with, some Council members might be too much for this type of deal.

 

<< I don't think a temple or a facility for us is really needed to be built for us. Just a simple use of the City and everything it has to offer should be enough. Although, training agents in the ways of the Force seems a bit risky for multiple reasons. If you would be okay with only a selected instructor from my selection, and only a list of basic powers that I approve of them learning, I think that such an arrangement could be reached. >>

 

Taking in Ar-Pharazon's children seemed dangerous on the very face of it. Having Darkfire's child was a risk on it's own. But there would be positive to taking in children from the Sith Master. He wasn't fully sure though who would be willing to take on such a dangerous risk. Perhaps maybe Damon or Xae. It didn't really matter, it would have to be approved by the rest of the Council, some of which held no idea that he was even taking on this meeting. Carefully, he spoke up about the matter of the children.

 

<< I think that taking in any child of Ar-Pharazon comes with a great risk to the Jedi Order. However, I am positive that upon a further discussion with the rest of the Jedi Council, we can find an arrangement that will benefit you in a way that presents no risk or a minimal risks to us. >>

 

He hoped that dropping the line of discussion with the rest of the Council was enough to let Delta know that such a final deal could not be struck today. Although, he was certain that such a deal will be meet shortly upon meeting with the rest of the Council, as there was a feeling that hung within the group the last time they meet.

[Delta73]

Delta nodded slowly, "Of course master Jedi, this would all be left to your discretion." His hesitation with the children startled Delta.

 

"Master Jedi surely you realize the awful danger I put myself and of course yourself in offering you their broodlings. But I have spent time with them, they are strong, and have not yet been afflicted by the hate and angst that prevailed in their parents. They are innocent beings, and I cannot protect them forever. They must be trained. And I cannot let their innocence be shattered by Dark avenging lords. If you cannot make this decision, then can I plead it to the council?" His voice carried desperation. Desperation for the Children. Something he himself had rarely felt before.

 

(Sorry for the Absence)

[Wookiee Jedi]

Kirlocca wasn't fully sure on how to make a correct response, as this situation of finding out that there were in fact children of one of the most evil men in the galaxy that were Force sensitive. With clear hesitation and debate upon his own face, Kirlocca spoke slowly trying not to place himself in a bad situation.

 

<< It's not that I don't want to take them on. But from my point of view that I have seen within my life within this galaxy is that children take after their parents, even without knowing them. You inform me that Ar-Pharazon has children, and I know nothing of the mother, I worry for their future on a different level than what you do. >>

 

Feeling somewhat open to this Vigo, his very presence of body showed that he didn't want to turn the children down, but rather to find a way that was safe for all of them.

[Delta73]

Delta nodded slowly, his face under his helm stern yet sorrowful. HIs thoughts if probed would be of the same.

 

"Would you take me to the council, so that we may solve both of these issues?" He extended his wrists. "I can go as your prisoner if you wish, these children to me are of top priority, more so than the deal of business we earlier discussed." He reached up, and pulled off the silver helm, revealing his blonde hair, and sorrowful features. "I would prefer not to be in custody forever, I trust that you and yours will not arrest me if the talks go poorly? I come under a flag of truce after all."

[Wookiee Jedi]

Kirlocca shook his head, but not for the fact of having Delta go to the Jedi Council, but rather as a prisoner. He also understood that the Council would have a long break before they met again. But Darex would always be willing to talk things through, and Kirlocca was certain the man would want his voice heard on the topics.

 

<< I can do you one better. I'll allow for you to come with me as a guest. You've already shown you have some skills with the Force, and the Council would certainly love to see some of this under their own supervision. That way, you can train a bit and present your concerns for the children of Ar-Pharazon. >>

[Delta73]

Delta nodded slowly, and smiled. "Then let us feast with my wing guard and then depart!"

 

He clapped his hands and four unarmed guards entered carrying a table heavily laiden with food for a wookiee's pallette. As well as bread and sweet alderaanian wine. None of it was poisoned of course.

 

((Sorry for so short, Europe's Internet ducks...))

[Wookiee Jedi]

Kirlocca wasn't at all taken back by the full spread that a Black Sun Vigo would put on. His good friend Kitt had once worked closely with them, and the stories he told of their habits while hosting guests. Since he didn't fear death, as he was certain that Delta wasn't going to make an attempt on his life, he indulged just enough to make his host happy that he wasn't wasting anything that Black Sun was willing to place out for him.

 

((When you're ready, we can head off.))