Tim Knispel: You think you've worked it out, huh? You probably did figure it out...its not too hard...I don't think...haha. Thanks for all your compliments too and for telling people about my story! I need more reviews! And the power to you for Zekk! He rocks my socks!
Chapter 4, Dark Plans:
"My Lord. It's done. They've returned." A tall, wiry man said, his hand pressed to his cap in salute. He concentrated on keeping his hazel eyes focused directly in front of him, resisting the urge to swallow.
"Good, good. Very good, indeed." A dark voice came from the cloaked figure standing at the large viewport. He was staring out into the vast depths of space, rubbing his hands together as some unknown thoughts ran through his mind.
"Send in Lieutenant Gaven." His harsh voice came again suddenly, unexpectedly.
"Now, Rek!"
"Y-yes sir!" the wiry youth replied, slipping out the door.
Moments later, Gaven entered, a smug smile worked into his victorious expression.
"You wanted to see me my Lord?" he asked, after a quick bow.
"How did the operation go?" The man at the viewport asked abruptly, he was not one to waste time.
"Excellent my Lord, my men and I had no trouble at all."
"What of the five Jedi?" he asked, clasping his hands together and turning to face the young Lieutenant.
Now that his leader was looking at him, Gaven didn't feel so cocky. His face became more subdued, although he still had the slight air of one who had just received great success.
"Well, the information you received about the Chief of State ordering them to leave their lightsabers behind was true...not one of them had a weapon on them..." He said, squinting in the dark light of the room, trying to get a glimpse of his master.
As if in response, glowpanels around the room suddenly flashed on with a dim red light, and Gaven was permitted to look right at the face of his master. He was a tall man, not thin, and yet not heavy. He wasn't old and yet he was older. His hair was a dark, slightly graying shade. A scar fell across his face from the outer corner of his right eye, down to his chin. His eyes were hard chips as black as night, hooded over by thick, graying eyebrows. Gaven had to fight back a shudder when his lord's black gaze fell on him.
"I do not need you to confirm what I am already aware of! I ask again, what of the five Jedi?"
"W-well, "Gaven stuttered for a moment before he could gain his bearings. "We attempted separating them before we struck and we were mostly successful. The Dathomiri female put up a considerable fight with what she had, but she and her...dancing partner-Jacen Solo I believe- were caught off guard."
The man smiled, an expression that appeared foreign on his hard face. "And what of the other three?"
"Well, they were all left at one table together. But we thought that was too many to deal with at once, so we split them up too. I, myself got the Solo girl on the other side of the room, but her two friends had picked up on her suspicion of me and followed."
The dark man turned and walked to the back of the room now, his black robes sliding easily on the floor behind him. His voice and manner showed surprising patience for the annoyance that was boiling up inside of him. He didn't care much for long, detailed explanations.
"And...?"
"Y-yes. Well, we managed to knock the Solo girl out before she could put up much of a fight- that, my men were quite thankful for- but her two friends, the Wookiee and another human gave us a good fight. But you'd have to ask my men what happened next, because I headed back to the ship."
The Dark man turned abruptly, fixing Gaven with his hard black stare, the red glowpanels giving him an even more fearful appearance.
"You ran from the fight?" he asked accusingly, his voice ringing with the dark power of the Force, black eyes flashing.
"N-no my Lord!" Gaven said quickly as he took a few steps back, defending himself. After that mini outburst, he lowered his voice considerably, raising his eyebrows. "A few of my men came with me. We were...securing your prize."
The Dark man sat in his chair, leaning back and giving another of smile, causing a hard shudder to run down Gaven's backbone.
"So, you did remember what I asked for. Very good. You are dismissed...Captain."
Gaven smiled as he turned and headed for the door. Captain! Now he was getting somewhere with his life.
Behind him, the Dark Lord clasped his hands together and turned his chair towards the viewport. Once again he stared out into the black depths of space. Very soon he would rise and see to this...prize, as Gaven had referred to it.
"Now, the Empire of Old can rise again in the New Empire, its glory restored. Very soon, my plans will fall into place and the New Republic will be forced to recognize us as the New Empire...very soon." He murmured to himself, a hideous grin splitting his scarred face.
Very soon indeed. As soon as he saw to this "prize."
Chapter 4, Dark Plans:
"My Lord. It's done. They've returned." A tall, wiry man said, his hand pressed to his cap in salute. He concentrated on keeping his hazel eyes focused directly in front of him, resisting the urge to swallow.
"Good, good. Very good, indeed." A dark voice came from the cloaked figure standing at the large viewport. He was staring out into the vast depths of space, rubbing his hands together as some unknown thoughts ran through his mind.
"Send in Lieutenant Gaven." His harsh voice came again suddenly, unexpectedly.
"Now, Rek!"
"Y-yes sir!" the wiry youth replied, slipping out the door.
Moments later, Gaven entered, a smug smile worked into his victorious expression.
"You wanted to see me my Lord?" he asked, after a quick bow.
"How did the operation go?" The man at the viewport asked abruptly, he was not one to waste time.
"Excellent my Lord, my men and I had no trouble at all."
"What of the five Jedi?" he asked, clasping his hands together and turning to face the young Lieutenant.
Now that his leader was looking at him, Gaven didn't feel so cocky. His face became more subdued, although he still had the slight air of one who had just received great success.
"Well, the information you received about the Chief of State ordering them to leave their lightsabers behind was true...not one of them had a weapon on them..." He said, squinting in the dark light of the room, trying to get a glimpse of his master.
As if in response, glowpanels around the room suddenly flashed on with a dim red light, and Gaven was permitted to look right at the face of his master. He was a tall man, not thin, and yet not heavy. He wasn't old and yet he was older. His hair was a dark, slightly graying shade. A scar fell across his face from the outer corner of his right eye, down to his chin. His eyes were hard chips as black as night, hooded over by thick, graying eyebrows. Gaven had to fight back a shudder when his lord's black gaze fell on him.
"I do not need you to confirm what I am already aware of! I ask again, what of the five Jedi?"
"W-well, "Gaven stuttered for a moment before he could gain his bearings. "We attempted separating them before we struck and we were mostly successful. The Dathomiri female put up a considerable fight with what she had, but she and her...dancing partner-Jacen Solo I believe- were caught off guard."
The man smiled, an expression that appeared foreign on his hard face. "And what of the other three?"
"Well, they were all left at one table together. But we thought that was too many to deal with at once, so we split them up too. I, myself got the Solo girl on the other side of the room, but her two friends had picked up on her suspicion of me and followed."
The dark man turned and walked to the back of the room now, his black robes sliding easily on the floor behind him. His voice and manner showed surprising patience for the annoyance that was boiling up inside of him. He didn't care much for long, detailed explanations.
"And...?"
"Y-yes. Well, we managed to knock the Solo girl out before she could put up much of a fight- that, my men were quite thankful for- but her two friends, the Wookiee and another human gave us a good fight. But you'd have to ask my men what happened next, because I headed back to the ship."
The Dark man turned abruptly, fixing Gaven with his hard black stare, the red glowpanels giving him an even more fearful appearance.
"You ran from the fight?" he asked accusingly, his voice ringing with the dark power of the Force, black eyes flashing.
"N-no my Lord!" Gaven said quickly as he took a few steps back, defending himself. After that mini outburst, he lowered his voice considerably, raising his eyebrows. "A few of my men came with me. We were...securing your prize."
The Dark man sat in his chair, leaning back and giving another of smile, causing a hard shudder to run down Gaven's backbone.
"So, you did remember what I asked for. Very good. You are dismissed...Captain."
Gaven smiled as he turned and headed for the door. Captain! Now he was getting somewhere with his life.
Behind him, the Dark Lord clasped his hands together and turned his chair towards the viewport. Once again he stared out into the black depths of space. Very soon he would rise and see to this...prize, as Gaven had referred to it.
"Now, the Empire of Old can rise again in the New Empire, its glory restored. Very soon, my plans will fall into place and the New Republic will be forced to recognize us as the New Empire...very soon." He murmured to himself, a hideous grin splitting his scarred face.
Very soon indeed. As soon as he saw to this "prize."
