Disclaimer: All characters in here, with the exception of Maara Jade, are the sole property of Lucasfilm. I'm just playing with them, and only for fun. I'm not making a single red cent. Maara Jade created 1996 by Sithspit.
PART THREE
Daala
or
Nerfs Will Be Nerfs
NOTE: This account of the killing of former Imperial Admiral Daala appeared in the recovered journal of the clone Maara Jade, sometime after she ended her rampage and disappeared. Voren Na'al, New Republic Historian
Easy. That was a good way to characterize Daala. She was easy for Tarkin, easy to predict, and equally easy to kill. It was sad that Vorn got in the way and had to die too, but that's just the way it works. Besides, I really considered it a mercy killing. He was a spineless worm and would have just wasted away without the love of his life. Also, you can only take so many chances with someone like Daala. I didn't want to take another one, so it was either vape her when I did or miss her. She may be easy, but even a nerf is dangerous when cornered and panicked.
Hmmm. A rather apt comparison, I think.
What I did was this. I tracked her down to where she had set up house with Liegus Vorn, raising crops and nerfs on some third rate ag-world out near the rim. I had meticulously planned and re-planned the hit for several weeks. I know the The Hand wants everything done in spectacular fashion, but after killing Durron and Xux I was beginning to get a little tired. Besides, I still had to kill Skywalker's old bitch and she would be the most difficult to find and terminate of them all.
After all of my careful planning, it was rather typical of my existence that sheer irony was what foiled my first attempt on her. While waiting along the roadside to remove her head with my BlasTech A-280, I realized that she and Vorn were raising the very animals she typified, nerfs!
Nerfs are brainless, witless, and will rut with the strongest member of the herd or any member of the herd.
Just like Daala.
I laughed so hard I dropped my 280 and missed when her speeder came by.
Oh well.
I backtracked to their farmhouse and found the location for my next attempt. It would be messy, but I was beyond caring. My little episode of un-professionalism on the roadside had irritated me to the point of bluntness. With all of my preparations in order, I set myself up for the long night ahead of me to wait for her return. My muscles ached and I was ready to get some sleep. Behind me, the distant twin suns were setting past the hills, going into hiding before they sprang from the opposite side of the world in the morning, like blazing predators looking to consume the unwary.
As I sat there musing, I began to reflect on the similarities and differences between my quarry and me. Logically, I conceded that she is just as much a product of the Dark Side as I am, but she is much too inept for me to allow her continued existence. She is a loose blaster that needs subduing; a problem, if you will.
Well, consider me the solution. Skies, she probably got her position with Tarkin due to her sleeping with him. I used to think that Tarkin was a great leader until I read all of the details concerning his dalliances with Daala. I can certainly understand a man of his position and power taking a mistress, especially one that's attractive. I must admit; this is another of our similarities. However, there is no reason to reward sexual favors with position or power when the recipient of those favors is in the position to do whatever he wants, including just "losing" the mistress. Blast it all into space, Tarkin was certainly ruthless enough!
So why promote a nerf to Admiral? Most importantly, why give it command of the most sensitive and dangerous project in the Empire? I will admit that the Maw Installation was very out of the way and virtually impossible to reach without Jedi skills or the proper navigational coordinates, but why her? I wonder if this was Tarkin's way of keeping her attentions and controlling her at the same time. She definitely wasn't competent enough for the command, in my opinion.
My opinion. This has been giving me cause for reflection on many occasions. How much of what I am is me and how much is my programming? How much of me is knowledge from my template and how much is from The Hand?
Somewhere in the midst of these ruminations I succumbed to the dark lullaby whispered by the night zephyrs.
My ears registered the high pitched whine of the approaching repulsor engines almost two seconds before the motion sensors activated. I rolled onto my stomach in the cool, morning dew and tried blinking the sleep from my weary eyes. The macrobinoculars were cold against the smoothness of my forehead and the stock of the A-280 was hard against my shoulder. Peering through the electronic eyepiece, I quickly searched for the package I had so carefully prepped last night. Where was?...Ah! There it was. This will be too easy.
"Come on my little nerf, come to Maara," I cooed into the morning mist, finger on the trigger and tensing more and more by the second. Daala was piloting the speeder as it eased into its regular berth in front of their quaint little farmhouse. Vorn walked out of the house to greet her as she parked the vehicle, killed the generator, and climbed out to return his greeting. I waited until their lips met and then fired.
The rifle twitched against my shoulder as the red bolt leapt from the end of the actuator and raced over the 275 meters between them and myself. Precisely half a second later it reached its' intended target and did its damage. The landspeeder ceased to exist. Vorn ceased to exist. Most importantly, Daala ceased to exist. Truthfully, everything for a tenth of a kilometer ceased to exist.
How did I get all of that from a rifle bolt? Oh, I guess I forgot to mention that my target was not Daala herself but the thermal detonator that I had placed the night before. This wasn't a stock charge, either. When that detonator went it had a blast sphere of just under 100 meters. Now you know why I popped her from so far away. You would've backed off, too!
Shouldering the rifle, I left my place of concealment and approached the smoldering crater that was all that remained of the worst Admiral in Galactic history.
Perfect. They were at ground zero. Mission accomplished.
As I walked away from my third kill, I began to contemplate my next step. How am I to destroy several trillion credits worth of the New Republics property?
I laughed. I wasn't yet sure how I was going to accomplish such a monumental task, but I was definitely sure that I was going to enjoy it.
PART THREE
Daala
or
Nerfs Will Be Nerfs
NOTE: This account of the killing of former Imperial Admiral Daala appeared in the recovered journal of the clone Maara Jade, sometime after she ended her rampage and disappeared. Voren Na'al, New Republic Historian
Easy. That was a good way to characterize Daala. She was easy for Tarkin, easy to predict, and equally easy to kill. It was sad that Vorn got in the way and had to die too, but that's just the way it works. Besides, I really considered it a mercy killing. He was a spineless worm and would have just wasted away without the love of his life. Also, you can only take so many chances with someone like Daala. I didn't want to take another one, so it was either vape her when I did or miss her. She may be easy, but even a nerf is dangerous when cornered and panicked.
Hmmm. A rather apt comparison, I think.
What I did was this. I tracked her down to where she had set up house with Liegus Vorn, raising crops and nerfs on some third rate ag-world out near the rim. I had meticulously planned and re-planned the hit for several weeks. I know the The Hand wants everything done in spectacular fashion, but after killing Durron and Xux I was beginning to get a little tired. Besides, I still had to kill Skywalker's old bitch and she would be the most difficult to find and terminate of them all.
After all of my careful planning, it was rather typical of my existence that sheer irony was what foiled my first attempt on her. While waiting along the roadside to remove her head with my BlasTech A-280, I realized that she and Vorn were raising the very animals she typified, nerfs!
Nerfs are brainless, witless, and will rut with the strongest member of the herd or any member of the herd.
Just like Daala.
I laughed so hard I dropped my 280 and missed when her speeder came by.
Oh well.
I backtracked to their farmhouse and found the location for my next attempt. It would be messy, but I was beyond caring. My little episode of un-professionalism on the roadside had irritated me to the point of bluntness. With all of my preparations in order, I set myself up for the long night ahead of me to wait for her return. My muscles ached and I was ready to get some sleep. Behind me, the distant twin suns were setting past the hills, going into hiding before they sprang from the opposite side of the world in the morning, like blazing predators looking to consume the unwary.
As I sat there musing, I began to reflect on the similarities and differences between my quarry and me. Logically, I conceded that she is just as much a product of the Dark Side as I am, but she is much too inept for me to allow her continued existence. She is a loose blaster that needs subduing; a problem, if you will.
Well, consider me the solution. Skies, she probably got her position with Tarkin due to her sleeping with him. I used to think that Tarkin was a great leader until I read all of the details concerning his dalliances with Daala. I can certainly understand a man of his position and power taking a mistress, especially one that's attractive. I must admit; this is another of our similarities. However, there is no reason to reward sexual favors with position or power when the recipient of those favors is in the position to do whatever he wants, including just "losing" the mistress. Blast it all into space, Tarkin was certainly ruthless enough!
So why promote a nerf to Admiral? Most importantly, why give it command of the most sensitive and dangerous project in the Empire? I will admit that the Maw Installation was very out of the way and virtually impossible to reach without Jedi skills or the proper navigational coordinates, but why her? I wonder if this was Tarkin's way of keeping her attentions and controlling her at the same time. She definitely wasn't competent enough for the command, in my opinion.
My opinion. This has been giving me cause for reflection on many occasions. How much of what I am is me and how much is my programming? How much of me is knowledge from my template and how much is from The Hand?
Somewhere in the midst of these ruminations I succumbed to the dark lullaby whispered by the night zephyrs.
My ears registered the high pitched whine of the approaching repulsor engines almost two seconds before the motion sensors activated. I rolled onto my stomach in the cool, morning dew and tried blinking the sleep from my weary eyes. The macrobinoculars were cold against the smoothness of my forehead and the stock of the A-280 was hard against my shoulder. Peering through the electronic eyepiece, I quickly searched for the package I had so carefully prepped last night. Where was?...Ah! There it was. This will be too easy.
"Come on my little nerf, come to Maara," I cooed into the morning mist, finger on the trigger and tensing more and more by the second. Daala was piloting the speeder as it eased into its regular berth in front of their quaint little farmhouse. Vorn walked out of the house to greet her as she parked the vehicle, killed the generator, and climbed out to return his greeting. I waited until their lips met and then fired.
The rifle twitched against my shoulder as the red bolt leapt from the end of the actuator and raced over the 275 meters between them and myself. Precisely half a second later it reached its' intended target and did its damage. The landspeeder ceased to exist. Vorn ceased to exist. Most importantly, Daala ceased to exist. Truthfully, everything for a tenth of a kilometer ceased to exist.
How did I get all of that from a rifle bolt? Oh, I guess I forgot to mention that my target was not Daala herself but the thermal detonator that I had placed the night before. This wasn't a stock charge, either. When that detonator went it had a blast sphere of just under 100 meters. Now you know why I popped her from so far away. You would've backed off, too!
Shouldering the rifle, I left my place of concealment and approached the smoldering crater that was all that remained of the worst Admiral in Galactic history.
Perfect. They were at ground zero. Mission accomplished.
As I walked away from my third kill, I began to contemplate my next step. How am I to destroy several trillion credits worth of the New Republics property?
I laughed. I wasn't yet sure how I was going to accomplish such a monumental task, but I was definitely sure that I was going to enjoy it.