Post by lordocelot on Feb 26, 2008 15:44:58 GMT -4
The Chancellor’s last words
Tiberian comes from (Fall of Danik Kargin)
http://www.knightsandlords.proboards56.c....splay&thread=37]
Gora Pampe was in his office, it had only been a few hours when he was informed that Corellia had been invaded by the SRA. Gora gave the word to send in the republic fleets to quickly neutralize the robotic threat. Gora sighed, this abrupt invasion had the senate stunned before all quickly agreed that action needed to be taken, to deter these droid armies. The SRA caused many within the hierarchy of the Republic to be nervous, these intelligent droids with no organic masters, following the orders of one of their own. The Sra were enough of a threat to have jedi council insisting to install a few of their own to defend the chancellor.
Several officers stumbled into the Chancellor’s office, interrupting Gora’s thoughts. “What is the meaning of this?”
"Chancellor we must leave now!" cried the one of the officers.
Gora opened his mouth to argue but a siren drowned out his voice, the chancellor immediately realized that something was indeed wrong. "What is going on? Why has the siren been activated?"
"Corellia it was just a decoy, a small sith fleet has jumped out of hyperspace, and ripped right through our city’s defenses. The ships will soon be landing on our very streets!" answered the officer.
"Oh dear," said the surprised and alarmed chancellor.
"Follow us we will guide you-" the soldier stopped in midsentence, levitating several inches off the ground before being slammed into the doorway unconscious. The other officers quickly drew their pistols and began firing into the dark corridor.
The chancellor dived down under his desk, cautiously peeking his head out to see sparks of blue and orange fire cough in the darkness.
A Cloaked figure launched himself into the room stabbing one of the officer's immediately in the chest while using his other saber to chop the head off another. The two remaining officers stood between the cloaked figure and the chancellor's desk.
The chancellor could feel his entire body trembling with fear at this intruder’s presence. Gora could hear the crackling of their bones followed by a thud the two bodies fell to the ground. The sound of the thuds signaled to Gora that he was now alone with this murderer, with no one to protect him.
"Evening Chancellor," spoke the cloaked figure breaking the silence that had fallen in the chancellor’s office.
With his hands still trembling Gora slowly pushed himself up to see the towering figure of the sith warlord Tiberian Coale standing in front of him with only the chancellor’s desk separating the two.
"So you are the one behind the attacks on the Core worlds?" asked Gora doing his best to keep his voice calm.
"Nothing escapes you, I can see now why you are the Chancellor,” answered the sarcastic Sith warlord.
"If you have come thinking that I will surrender control of the Republic, then you are foolishly mistaken!" said Gora boldly wagging his wrinkled finger at the sith warlord.
"Am I?" asked the calm Tiberian taking a few steps towards the chancellor who stumbled backwards falling on the ground. Tiberian smiled passing him, walking to the window, opening the shades with a flick of his hand, he stepped aside. “Come, see the fates of the protectors of your precious republic.”
Gora stumbled to his feet, keeping his distance from the sith lord, he looked out the window to his horror to see that the Jedi temple was in flames with several Sith capitol ships bombarding the city’s defenses. He could not believe what he was seeing, the chancellor forced his body to turn in the direction of the sith lord. "The Galaxy will never again fall under sith control!"
"I have come to liberate the galaxy from the grasps of feeble corrupt men. Whose times have past but they continue to live on, polluting this galaxy!" snapped a fierce Tiberian positioning himself right in front of the chancellor. Tiberian could sense the aura of fear that surrounded the chancellor, Tiberian breathed in the fear to further stimulate his own powers within in the force.
"Mark my words Sith! The Republic will strike back and we will strike hard!" warned Gora.
Tiberian chuckled, "we will be waiting." Tiberian lowered his hand, wrapping his fingers tightly around the chancellor's throat. Gora was dangling several feet off the ground, choking violently. The wrinkled hands of the chancellor beat upon the arms of the sith warlord to no effect. Tiberian was not bothered by the feeble resistance of the chancellor’s weak slaps, Tiberian did notice a republic officer ring on the Chancellor's right middle finger. The sight of this simple ring caused Tiberian to curse angrily, with one swoop he hurled the chancellor across the room.
Gora landed hard on the marble floor of his office, his body was aching. Gora looked up surprised to see that Tiberian was now smiling, Gora couldn’t understand what had just happened.
"I did not think the Jedi were clever enough but it looks as if I might have underestimated them. It seems that they have out maneuvered me," he said to himself pacing the chancellor's office.
The chancellor sensed that this may be his only chance to escape, with the sith lord distracted. Gora began crawling on the floor hoping to go unnoticed by the sith warlord, who looked quite distracted.
The chancellor was nearly to the door, when he felt a burning pain in his left leg. Screaming uncontrollably, he looked down to see that the sith's silver lightsaber was pinned in his left leg. The chancellor was stuck un able to move his leg, the pain only continued to feel worse spreading throughout his body while his screams continued to fill his office.
Tiberian stood over the chancellor somehow un-phased by the volatile screams. A smirk slowly stretched upon the sith lord’s face, before a quick shake of his head. "It is very rude for a host to leave when you are still entertaining guests." began Tiberian. "They almost fooled me, had me thinking that I was going to kill the chancellor.”
Fear began to spread through the chancellor's body, feeli his own heart nearly bursting from his ribs, "pardon?"
"To think that a handful of jedi masters and a brigade of republic officers died defending a Ruse!" said Tiberian wrapping his fingers around the chancellor's cloak with a swift tug he picked the chancellor up.
The chancellor had begun screaming as pain burst through his upper leg, Gora looked down to see that his left leg was still pinned to the floor but his body was no longer attached to it. "Spare me! I beg you! I... can help you," pleaded the planted chancellor.
Tiberian chuckled at this pathetic notion, "spare you, when your screams entertain me? No, no, no that is not the sith way is it?" Tiberian words came across calm, easily carrying the chancellor by the collar towards the window.
“You don’t understand, I…I can help you,” the chancellor held back tears, his voice cracking, he was barely able to speak with the pain continuing to spread through his body.
"You are in no position to beg, lying to me!" said Tiberian angrily watching his fleets fighting valiantly against the cities spread defenses. Tiberian sighed, "however we are not the sith of old. Your life could be spared if you were to tell your new master. Where the jedi moved the real chancellor?"
The planted chancellor was trembling sweat was pouring down his face; of all the questions he had to ask. He chose the one that he did not know thought the chancellor; the fake chancellor slowly looked up at the smiling face of Tiberian, realizing that this sith also knew that he did not know.
"Sith got your tongue?"
"Please mercy-” screeched the fake chancellor.
Tiberian threw the chancellor through the office’s window before the chancellor could finish. Glass shattered into millions of pieces as the fake chancellor's body burst through the glass pane, screaming as he plummeted to his death.
A slight set back, Tiberian thought, walking away from the window, reclaiming his saber from the chancellor's dead leg before returning it to his belt. The sith warlord dusted off his robes, casually leaving the chancellor's office with a slight whistle. He knew that there was still more work to be done, if he would consider this invasion successful.
Tiberian goes to (The Sith's Final Assault upon the Temple)
http://www.knightsandlords.proboards56.c....hread=52&page=1
Tiberian comes from (Fall of Danik Kargin)
http://www.knightsandlords.proboards56.c....splay&thread=37]
Gora Pampe was in his office, it had only been a few hours when he was informed that Corellia had been invaded by the SRA. Gora gave the word to send in the republic fleets to quickly neutralize the robotic threat. Gora sighed, this abrupt invasion had the senate stunned before all quickly agreed that action needed to be taken, to deter these droid armies. The SRA caused many within the hierarchy of the Republic to be nervous, these intelligent droids with no organic masters, following the orders of one of their own. The Sra were enough of a threat to have jedi council insisting to install a few of their own to defend the chancellor.
Several officers stumbled into the Chancellor’s office, interrupting Gora’s thoughts. “What is the meaning of this?”
"Chancellor we must leave now!" cried the one of the officers.
Gora opened his mouth to argue but a siren drowned out his voice, the chancellor immediately realized that something was indeed wrong. "What is going on? Why has the siren been activated?"
"Corellia it was just a decoy, a small sith fleet has jumped out of hyperspace, and ripped right through our city’s defenses. The ships will soon be landing on our very streets!" answered the officer.
"Oh dear," said the surprised and alarmed chancellor.
"Follow us we will guide you-" the soldier stopped in midsentence, levitating several inches off the ground before being slammed into the doorway unconscious. The other officers quickly drew their pistols and began firing into the dark corridor.
The chancellor dived down under his desk, cautiously peeking his head out to see sparks of blue and orange fire cough in the darkness.
A Cloaked figure launched himself into the room stabbing one of the officer's immediately in the chest while using his other saber to chop the head off another. The two remaining officers stood between the cloaked figure and the chancellor's desk.
The chancellor could feel his entire body trembling with fear at this intruder’s presence. Gora could hear the crackling of their bones followed by a thud the two bodies fell to the ground. The sound of the thuds signaled to Gora that he was now alone with this murderer, with no one to protect him.
"Evening Chancellor," spoke the cloaked figure breaking the silence that had fallen in the chancellor’s office.
With his hands still trembling Gora slowly pushed himself up to see the towering figure of the sith warlord Tiberian Coale standing in front of him with only the chancellor’s desk separating the two.
"So you are the one behind the attacks on the Core worlds?" asked Gora doing his best to keep his voice calm.
"Nothing escapes you, I can see now why you are the Chancellor,” answered the sarcastic Sith warlord.
"If you have come thinking that I will surrender control of the Republic, then you are foolishly mistaken!" said Gora boldly wagging his wrinkled finger at the sith warlord.
"Am I?" asked the calm Tiberian taking a few steps towards the chancellor who stumbled backwards falling on the ground. Tiberian smiled passing him, walking to the window, opening the shades with a flick of his hand, he stepped aside. “Come, see the fates of the protectors of your precious republic.”
Gora stumbled to his feet, keeping his distance from the sith lord, he looked out the window to his horror to see that the Jedi temple was in flames with several Sith capitol ships bombarding the city’s defenses. He could not believe what he was seeing, the chancellor forced his body to turn in the direction of the sith lord. "The Galaxy will never again fall under sith control!"
"I have come to liberate the galaxy from the grasps of feeble corrupt men. Whose times have past but they continue to live on, polluting this galaxy!" snapped a fierce Tiberian positioning himself right in front of the chancellor. Tiberian could sense the aura of fear that surrounded the chancellor, Tiberian breathed in the fear to further stimulate his own powers within in the force.
"Mark my words Sith! The Republic will strike back and we will strike hard!" warned Gora.
Tiberian chuckled, "we will be waiting." Tiberian lowered his hand, wrapping his fingers tightly around the chancellor's throat. Gora was dangling several feet off the ground, choking violently. The wrinkled hands of the chancellor beat upon the arms of the sith warlord to no effect. Tiberian was not bothered by the feeble resistance of the chancellor’s weak slaps, Tiberian did notice a republic officer ring on the Chancellor's right middle finger. The sight of this simple ring caused Tiberian to curse angrily, with one swoop he hurled the chancellor across the room.
Gora landed hard on the marble floor of his office, his body was aching. Gora looked up surprised to see that Tiberian was now smiling, Gora couldn’t understand what had just happened.
"I did not think the Jedi were clever enough but it looks as if I might have underestimated them. It seems that they have out maneuvered me," he said to himself pacing the chancellor's office.
The chancellor sensed that this may be his only chance to escape, with the sith lord distracted. Gora began crawling on the floor hoping to go unnoticed by the sith warlord, who looked quite distracted.
The chancellor was nearly to the door, when he felt a burning pain in his left leg. Screaming uncontrollably, he looked down to see that the sith's silver lightsaber was pinned in his left leg. The chancellor was stuck un able to move his leg, the pain only continued to feel worse spreading throughout his body while his screams continued to fill his office.
Tiberian stood over the chancellor somehow un-phased by the volatile screams. A smirk slowly stretched upon the sith lord’s face, before a quick shake of his head. "It is very rude for a host to leave when you are still entertaining guests." began Tiberian. "They almost fooled me, had me thinking that I was going to kill the chancellor.”
Fear began to spread through the chancellor's body, feeli his own heart nearly bursting from his ribs, "pardon?"
"To think that a handful of jedi masters and a brigade of republic officers died defending a Ruse!" said Tiberian wrapping his fingers around the chancellor's cloak with a swift tug he picked the chancellor up.
The chancellor had begun screaming as pain burst through his upper leg, Gora looked down to see that his left leg was still pinned to the floor but his body was no longer attached to it. "Spare me! I beg you! I... can help you," pleaded the planted chancellor.
Tiberian chuckled at this pathetic notion, "spare you, when your screams entertain me? No, no, no that is not the sith way is it?" Tiberian words came across calm, easily carrying the chancellor by the collar towards the window.
“You don’t understand, I…I can help you,” the chancellor held back tears, his voice cracking, he was barely able to speak with the pain continuing to spread through his body.
"You are in no position to beg, lying to me!" said Tiberian angrily watching his fleets fighting valiantly against the cities spread defenses. Tiberian sighed, "however we are not the sith of old. Your life could be spared if you were to tell your new master. Where the jedi moved the real chancellor?"
The planted chancellor was trembling sweat was pouring down his face; of all the questions he had to ask. He chose the one that he did not know thought the chancellor; the fake chancellor slowly looked up at the smiling face of Tiberian, realizing that this sith also knew that he did not know.
"Sith got your tongue?"
"Please mercy-” screeched the fake chancellor.
Tiberian threw the chancellor through the office’s window before the chancellor could finish. Glass shattered into millions of pieces as the fake chancellor's body burst through the glass pane, screaming as he plummeted to his death.
A slight set back, Tiberian thought, walking away from the window, reclaiming his saber from the chancellor's dead leg before returning it to his belt. The sith warlord dusted off his robes, casually leaving the chancellor's office with a slight whistle. He knew that there was still more work to be done, if he would consider this invasion successful.
Tiberian goes to (The Sith's Final Assault upon the Temple)
http://www.knightsandlords.proboards56.c....hread=52&page=1
