Post by Swil Kit Fisto on Feb 19, 2008 15:09:07 GMT -4
The Streets of Ahto City were packed with hundreds of people, and with Swil’s small stature, Hannibal found it rather difficult to follow. People of all races were on the planet, there was one Mandelorian that tripped over Swil. “Get out of the way squirt!” The Mandelorian snapped.
“Maybe you should watch where you’re going you bumbling idiot.” Swil quickly shouted back.
“You know, you are quite lucky for these damn selkath laws.”
“Yea I’m the lucky one alright.”
“I would grind you into the ground for talking to me like that.”
Swil was thinking of a hundred different ways he could kill this man and make it appear an accident, but Swil fought the urge. “Oh, I’m sorry, I’ll be more careful then.” Swil said biting his tongue. After the Mandelorian left, Swil growled, “That man really got on my nerves! Grind you into the ground, he says. That guy is so lucky I didn’t decide to kill him right there on the spot. He’s lucky I’m not a Sith anymore, or I would have killed him in a heartbeat. Whatever, we’re wasting time, let’s go.”
Swil and Hannibal both arrived at the Sith Embassy. Swil stopped and realized he was in the very spot where he killed the first people of his sith test, and was taken back to that day, some fifty years ago.
Swil Stood directly outside the doors of the sith embassy, staring out into the vast ocean that lay before him. He wore his dark apprentice robes, with black boots, and a pair of red gloves. He looked at the railing in front of him, there were two people leaning on the rail, a male and female devarodian, enjoying a romantic day together. But Swil had a job, the male turned around to see Swil’s dark red eyes glaring right at him. Swil extended both arms, and used force pull, bringing them to himself. As they flew in the air, Swil drew his lightsaber, jumped up in the air with a horizontal spinning motion, and decapitated them both. He looked down at their bodies, and noticed that the female was pregnant. Swil ordered the two Sith guards outside to take her body inside and try to save the baby.
Then he ran off to finish his test. He ran through the crowds faster than anyone could imagine. Many of the people were defenseless; however, some tried to fight back. Occasionally, Selkath guards would open fire only to help Swil cut through the masses even faster. Swil’s deflection skills were so advanced that his skill surpassed most Sith masters. When he wasn’t being fired at he would stab people through the heart, break people’s necks using force crush, and force lightning people to death.
A gang of four vulcans came at Swil with vibroblades and shock sticks. Swil darted towards them, and with some fancy maneuvers with his lightsaber sliced off the vulcan’s legs on the left and force pushed him off into the water, leaving him to drown. He then jumped over the other three, now to the right of the vulcans. He used the force to grab the shock stick that was laying on the ground behind the three, and put it right in the back of the skull of a second vulcan, instantly killing him. Then to finish the remaining two, Swil threw them into the air and pulled them back down, killing them on impact with the ground.
Swil was finally down to the last people left on the city, the only ones he had left to dispose of was the Manaan High Court. However Swil did not want to just kill these pompous asses, he wanted to make them suffer for all the crap he had to put up with in this city thanks to them. Swil walked in and saw them all sitting at their tables of the court, Duula, Kota, Shelkar, Naleshekan, and Jhosa.
There was dead silence in the room, Swil could sense the fear in all of them. Swil broke the silence. “I have just killed everyone in the city. Are you going to punish me? Lock me up? Throw me in the slammer?”
“According to Selkath Law, genocide is punishable by death. You will be beaten and thrown into the depths to be fed to the firaxans here on Manaan. Now will be taken into custody.”
“According to Swil Law, Selkath are punishable by death. Don’t kid yourself Jhosa, I have killed the entire city, and you think I’m going to just waltz in here and let you execute me? No, no… you will be executed.”
“But what have we done?” Shelkar asked.
“Nothing really, I just don’t like you guys, or your laws that you created. I mean, since when is it wrong to kill someone for looking at you weird?”
“This is an outrage! Surrender yourself to the High Court of Manaan, or you will…” Swil cut Jhosa off using his favorite force kill, a higher form of force choke, and walking towards him, he said, “Or what? You are going to kill me? Is that right? I think not.” Swil took his lightsaber and held it up to Jhosa’s throat, but then gave him a hard punch to the face and threw him to the side.
“Anyone else want to piss me off? The angrier I get the slower you die.” Swil, tilted his head back, and made a midget clone of himself. He turned to his clone and said, “Go make Jhosa’s day a little better.” The clone gave an evil laugh and ran to Jhosa. The clone drew his lightsaber, and gave him a spinning kick to the head, then he started swinging his lightsaber at Jhosa, barely making it into the skin, just enough to make him bleed. After a mere ten minuetes, Jhosa was already bleeding very badly. There was a large puddle of his blood surrounding him, and he started to feel lightheaded and cold. His time was about to expire. Swil gave the word to his clone, and the clone took off his head.
Swils next victim was Duula. Him walked over to him and simply said, “Goodbye.” He took his lightsaber and jabbed it straight through his heart. Naleshekan objected, “Go to hell you monster!” Swil looked over, “You honestly didn’t learn from Jhosa’s mistake? I guess I’ll have mini-me here make an example of you.” The clone nodded. He looked around and found one of the vulcan shock sticks laying on the ground. He took it and jumped up on Naleshekan’s desk jabbed the Shock stick into his stomach, and started to turn it Naleshekan grabbed the clone’s arm. Then the clone looked at the Selkath and, using mostly the force, threw him over his head, over to a wall. Still having the shock stick, he threw it and pierced his throat, pinning him to the wall. Swil looked at the clone in satisfaction, and said, “Good job just let him stand there and bleed himself dry.”
This left Kota and Shelkar remaining. Swil wanted to dispose of these last two quickly, so he picked up two desks, and made a Selkath sandwitch out of the two of them.
Hannibal turned to Swil, “Are you okay?”
“Yea I’m fine, I was just thinking about some stuff.”
The two then walked into the Embassy to do what they came to do.
“Maybe you should watch where you’re going you bumbling idiot.” Swil quickly shouted back.
“You know, you are quite lucky for these damn selkath laws.”
“Yea I’m the lucky one alright.”
“I would grind you into the ground for talking to me like that.”
Swil was thinking of a hundred different ways he could kill this man and make it appear an accident, but Swil fought the urge. “Oh, I’m sorry, I’ll be more careful then.” Swil said biting his tongue. After the Mandelorian left, Swil growled, “That man really got on my nerves! Grind you into the ground, he says. That guy is so lucky I didn’t decide to kill him right there on the spot. He’s lucky I’m not a Sith anymore, or I would have killed him in a heartbeat. Whatever, we’re wasting time, let’s go.”
Swil and Hannibal both arrived at the Sith Embassy. Swil stopped and realized he was in the very spot where he killed the first people of his sith test, and was taken back to that day, some fifty years ago.
Swil Stood directly outside the doors of the sith embassy, staring out into the vast ocean that lay before him. He wore his dark apprentice robes, with black boots, and a pair of red gloves. He looked at the railing in front of him, there were two people leaning on the rail, a male and female devarodian, enjoying a romantic day together. But Swil had a job, the male turned around to see Swil’s dark red eyes glaring right at him. Swil extended both arms, and used force pull, bringing them to himself. As they flew in the air, Swil drew his lightsaber, jumped up in the air with a horizontal spinning motion, and decapitated them both. He looked down at their bodies, and noticed that the female was pregnant. Swil ordered the two Sith guards outside to take her body inside and try to save the baby.
Then he ran off to finish his test. He ran through the crowds faster than anyone could imagine. Many of the people were defenseless; however, some tried to fight back. Occasionally, Selkath guards would open fire only to help Swil cut through the masses even faster. Swil’s deflection skills were so advanced that his skill surpassed most Sith masters. When he wasn’t being fired at he would stab people through the heart, break people’s necks using force crush, and force lightning people to death.
A gang of four vulcans came at Swil with vibroblades and shock sticks. Swil darted towards them, and with some fancy maneuvers with his lightsaber sliced off the vulcan’s legs on the left and force pushed him off into the water, leaving him to drown. He then jumped over the other three, now to the right of the vulcans. He used the force to grab the shock stick that was laying on the ground behind the three, and put it right in the back of the skull of a second vulcan, instantly killing him. Then to finish the remaining two, Swil threw them into the air and pulled them back down, killing them on impact with the ground.
Swil was finally down to the last people left on the city, the only ones he had left to dispose of was the Manaan High Court. However Swil did not want to just kill these pompous asses, he wanted to make them suffer for all the crap he had to put up with in this city thanks to them. Swil walked in and saw them all sitting at their tables of the court, Duula, Kota, Shelkar, Naleshekan, and Jhosa.
There was dead silence in the room, Swil could sense the fear in all of them. Swil broke the silence. “I have just killed everyone in the city. Are you going to punish me? Lock me up? Throw me in the slammer?”
“According to Selkath Law, genocide is punishable by death. You will be beaten and thrown into the depths to be fed to the firaxans here on Manaan. Now will be taken into custody.”
“According to Swil Law, Selkath are punishable by death. Don’t kid yourself Jhosa, I have killed the entire city, and you think I’m going to just waltz in here and let you execute me? No, no… you will be executed.”
“But what have we done?” Shelkar asked.
“Nothing really, I just don’t like you guys, or your laws that you created. I mean, since when is it wrong to kill someone for looking at you weird?”
“This is an outrage! Surrender yourself to the High Court of Manaan, or you will…” Swil cut Jhosa off using his favorite force kill, a higher form of force choke, and walking towards him, he said, “Or what? You are going to kill me? Is that right? I think not.” Swil took his lightsaber and held it up to Jhosa’s throat, but then gave him a hard punch to the face and threw him to the side.
“Anyone else want to piss me off? The angrier I get the slower you die.” Swil, tilted his head back, and made a midget clone of himself. He turned to his clone and said, “Go make Jhosa’s day a little better.” The clone gave an evil laugh and ran to Jhosa. The clone drew his lightsaber, and gave him a spinning kick to the head, then he started swinging his lightsaber at Jhosa, barely making it into the skin, just enough to make him bleed. After a mere ten minuetes, Jhosa was already bleeding very badly. There was a large puddle of his blood surrounding him, and he started to feel lightheaded and cold. His time was about to expire. Swil gave the word to his clone, and the clone took off his head.
Swils next victim was Duula. Him walked over to him and simply said, “Goodbye.” He took his lightsaber and jabbed it straight through his heart. Naleshekan objected, “Go to hell you monster!” Swil looked over, “You honestly didn’t learn from Jhosa’s mistake? I guess I’ll have mini-me here make an example of you.” The clone nodded. He looked around and found one of the vulcan shock sticks laying on the ground. He took it and jumped up on Naleshekan’s desk jabbed the Shock stick into his stomach, and started to turn it Naleshekan grabbed the clone’s arm. Then the clone looked at the Selkath and, using mostly the force, threw him over his head, over to a wall. Still having the shock stick, he threw it and pierced his throat, pinning him to the wall. Swil looked at the clone in satisfaction, and said, “Good job just let him stand there and bleed himself dry.”
This left Kota and Shelkar remaining. Swil wanted to dispose of these last two quickly, so he picked up two desks, and made a Selkath sandwitch out of the two of them.
Hannibal turned to Swil, “Are you okay?”
“Yea I’m fine, I was just thinking about some stuff.”
The two then walked into the Embassy to do what they came to do.
