Note: I did not write this episode. A friend of mine did. He was a friend of mine who roleplayed with me and could not make it to the story. He wrote this instead of showing up. I added it to Blue Waters. Please enjoy.
Blue Waters: episode #58 Arawn's Decision
After the battle with Obi-Wan and Magg, he had temporarily escaped Coruscant, but now he returned. Arawn sat back in his seat, holding the data card between his thumb and forefinger. He flipped it around slowly, musing as he observed the sleep lines of the cared, but more importantly, the words displayed on the front.
"Skywalker lives."
What to do now that he had this? The Emperor would be most grateful, but the rich fool was tight with his credits. Gratitude. That would be most useful, especially in the years to come. After all, Arawn's rise to power was far from complete, and the Emperor's support could be used, especially in the form of the Imperial military. However, there was also Anakin to consider. No doubt he would be willing to pay a dear price for this tiny bit of information. Blackmail was nothing Arawn had ever cared for, but business was business, and a credit was a credit. Especially in his hand. What was worth more to him? Money. Gratitude. Both were needed. However, the last thing that he wanted was to be tied with the Emperor any more than he had to. Oh, if only he had never heard the name Xizor. The prince made it so much harder. If he wasn't in direct competition with Arawn, that would make this so much easier. The money would go far towards building his own military, but he couldn't hope to compete directly against Black Sun, not without the Emperor's help at any rate. What about both? That was a distinct third possibility. If he were to blackmail Anakin, get the money he needed, and then go to the Emperor. That would give him the money that he could use. If Anakin tried to protest to the Emperor later, then the Emperor would most likely find the predicament amusing. He might take the perspective that what Arawn had done was humorous. After all, the Emperor was a tough person to deal with, and enjoyed a double crossing. Except when he was one of the people crossed, of course. Both. That would have to do. The decision was far too hasty for his taste, but in these times, he had to be quick. On several of the outlier worlds, where the Empire had yet to rest it's heavy fist, there were problems of sentients rebelling. Act quick now, do the deed fast, while attention was still split. Once Palpatine had taken the name of Emperor, which he had, it would be much more difficult. Let Black Sun be patience, it would be him he would be as fast as the krek. He sighed impatiently at the sight of the door closed fast in front of him. Just as he was about to rise to knock on it once more, it swished open. The smell of sickly bacta reached his nostrils. He fought the urge to gag. It would not do to look weak in the face of Anakin.
"You may enter," the class B medical droid said. A flat voice to math its' flat face.
"Thank you, " Arawn responded.
It always paid to be respectful, even to a droid. Especially when the droid was on Coruscant. NO doubt the Emperor had a camera in it somewhere, perhaps that telltale twinkling in the right optical. He walked past it, entering a room that truly reeked of bacta. A bed was set up towards the right wall, with several machines surrounding it. On the bed lay a man that had once been handsome. Now, he was pallid, his face lacking all color whatsoever.
"What do you want," the man growled.
"Anakin, dear brother, have a heart. I am a busy man, and I've taken time out of my day to come see you. Try to be civil, for once."
Arawn smiled inside at the sheer lack of manners displayed. Anakin was a warrior, not meant for this foolish politics. A game of lies, he always called it. Secretly, Arawn agreed with him.
"You want something. I can feel it. Do not underestimate me," Anakin said, warningly raising a finger.
Arawn 's first impulse was to laugh at the man. As if he truly had anything to fear form a weak man lying in a hospital bed. He managed to keep it down, especially once he felt the pressure around his neck.
Until
next time!
(Episode
by the original Arawn of the story)
Black Sun was an organization that Vader destroyed between Blue
Water and Death Star.