Disclaimer:
George Lucas = owner of Star Wars
Me = Bored teenager with way too much time on my hands.
See the difference? 'Nuff said.
AN: Thanks for your review, Flaming Dragon! I agree, Episode II was great!!! I personally think Obi is really hot even with the beard.
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CHAPTER TWO
"Prime Minister Darmick, why haven't the Jedi arrived yet?" asked Queen Leckura.
Leckura was not an old woman. She was still very pretty for her age. Her hazel eyes were soft, and her golden blond hair hung freely down to her waist.
"They have not arrived yet? I was not aware of such a thing! I shall immediately check with the border patrol!" cried Prime Minister Darmick as he sat before the king and queen of Crixxin. Darmick looked older that he really was. He had short, dark grey with streaks of black in it. His cold silver eyes seemed to be able to pry deep into your mind.
Next to the Prime Minister stood a woman, his assistant. She was not that old, probably in her forties. She had midnight black hair, and bright blue eyes that contrasted it completely.
"Now, now, let's not jump to conclusions. Perhaps the customs officers were busy," said King Anjos. Anjos was a very tall, strong man, but for such height and strength he was surprisingly agile and graceful. He had dark red hair and a short beard, which looked good with his deep green eyes.
The Prime Minister seated before the two rulers pulled out a comlink and said a few words into it.
"My officer at the gate tells me that two men fitting the description of the Jedi arrived at the gates earlier, but they had no passcards," the Prime Minister curiously said.
"No passcards? I instructed you to be sure they got some!" Anjos cried.
"I assure you, My Lord, I did! I personally saw to it that my officer got them to the Jedi Temple!" Darmick cried in defense.
"Now, Anjos, I am sure the error was not Darmick's. The officer probably sent them late," Leckura said, trying to calm her husband.
"They better have! I want peace on my planet! I will not see my people killing each other for the rest of my ruling time!" Anjos shouted, rising.
"My Lord, I assure you I will look into the matter immediately," said Darmick. He respectively bowed to both the king and queen before spinning around, his robes billowing about him. Nati followed him, and they took off at a quick pace out of the throne room.
If there had been anyone watching both this conversation and the one the two Jedi had at the gate just a few hours earlier, they would have recognized the woman immediately. Nati was the one who had not allowed Aro- Ken and Del-Mon to pass through the gates to the city.
Prime Minister Darmick stalked down the winding corridors of the elaborate palace. It was probably the only building in the whole city of Crixx that hadn't been bombed out and destroyed as had happened to the other architectural wonders of the city.
Prime Minister Darmick had to admit his life was good. Servants waited on him hand and foot, he controlled all religious ceremonies of Crixxin, and he was the fourth most powerful person on the entire planet, after the king and queen and their son Talno.
He had been personally seeing to it for years that Atheists be executed and killed behind the king and queen's backs. If they asked why, he'd simply tell them his men had carried it out without an order or they had died in prison.
He had great influence over the rulers. He would often present an idea to them that he said had been sent to him from the gods themselves, and it would displease the gods if he did not carry it out. It usually worked.
"Where to, Prime Minister?" asked Nati.
"To the barracks of course. We must see to the two Jedi. Or should I say the 'Atheist spies?'" he asked with a malicious smile.
Nati returned the smile. "And how are you going to dispose of these ones?"
"It has been a while since Gripfang has gotten a good meal. And it will amuse the troops," said Darmick.
"Ah, indeed you are right," said Nati with a nod.
Darmick stopped in the middle of the corridor. He looked back and forth to be sure he was not being observed by any prying eyes.
Satisfied that the corridor was deserted, he reached his fingers beneath the windowsill nearest to him, and pressed down a hidden button that was there. Instantly the wall before him slid open.
As soon as he and Nati were within, it silently closed. Darmick knew his secret door would not be discovered. Two stone pillars carved into the wall hid the edges when it was closed, and it looked like any other wall in the palace.
The corridor he stood in was lit with dim glowpanels. The corridor itself was stone, dull white stone. It formed a staircase, leading down.
Without hesitation, Darmick headed down it. He got to the bottom, and found himself looking at another door, this one with a required retinal scan to enter. Only Darmick and Nati could enter through this door.
After Darmick had allowed the machine to scan his retina, the door slid open, and he and Nati entered the room.
"Where are the spies?" he immediately asked.
The huge company of men in the room turned to look at him.
"They are in detention cells, Honorable Prime Minister," said one of the captains of Darmick's private army.
"Excellent. Bring them before me. They shall face the Gripfang immediately," Darmick said, giving the soldier the same malicious grin.
Nodding, the soldier immediately turned away, off to fetch the "spies."
"Come, to my private box. We can watch from there," said the Prime Minister.
"Why can't we watch from the ground?" asked Nati.
"Should the Jedi escape, they will tell everyone in Crixx that the Prime Minister is executing Atheists by the ton. We must be sure they do not see us," said Darmick.
Nati nodded as she followed him.
Darmick chuckled as he walked, knowing the Gripfang would receive two more meals before the day was out.
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I planned to get this chapter up sooner, but I got an eye injury two days ago and the doctor said no computer or TV or reading for 24 hours. I'm still trying to figure out how I survived. To make up for it, I've posted chapter 3 as well.
So did you think? Please review! Flames, like, no-like, I don't care! I'll read anything! I'm a review freak, I live for reviews!
George Lucas = owner of Star Wars
Me = Bored teenager with way too much time on my hands.
See the difference? 'Nuff said.
AN: Thanks for your review, Flaming Dragon! I agree, Episode II was great!!! I personally think Obi is really hot even with the beard.
*****
CHAPTER TWO
"Prime Minister Darmick, why haven't the Jedi arrived yet?" asked Queen Leckura.
Leckura was not an old woman. She was still very pretty for her age. Her hazel eyes were soft, and her golden blond hair hung freely down to her waist.
"They have not arrived yet? I was not aware of such a thing! I shall immediately check with the border patrol!" cried Prime Minister Darmick as he sat before the king and queen of Crixxin. Darmick looked older that he really was. He had short, dark grey with streaks of black in it. His cold silver eyes seemed to be able to pry deep into your mind.
Next to the Prime Minister stood a woman, his assistant. She was not that old, probably in her forties. She had midnight black hair, and bright blue eyes that contrasted it completely.
"Now, now, let's not jump to conclusions. Perhaps the customs officers were busy," said King Anjos. Anjos was a very tall, strong man, but for such height and strength he was surprisingly agile and graceful. He had dark red hair and a short beard, which looked good with his deep green eyes.
The Prime Minister seated before the two rulers pulled out a comlink and said a few words into it.
"My officer at the gate tells me that two men fitting the description of the Jedi arrived at the gates earlier, but they had no passcards," the Prime Minister curiously said.
"No passcards? I instructed you to be sure they got some!" Anjos cried.
"I assure you, My Lord, I did! I personally saw to it that my officer got them to the Jedi Temple!" Darmick cried in defense.
"Now, Anjos, I am sure the error was not Darmick's. The officer probably sent them late," Leckura said, trying to calm her husband.
"They better have! I want peace on my planet! I will not see my people killing each other for the rest of my ruling time!" Anjos shouted, rising.
"My Lord, I assure you I will look into the matter immediately," said Darmick. He respectively bowed to both the king and queen before spinning around, his robes billowing about him. Nati followed him, and they took off at a quick pace out of the throne room.
If there had been anyone watching both this conversation and the one the two Jedi had at the gate just a few hours earlier, they would have recognized the woman immediately. Nati was the one who had not allowed Aro- Ken and Del-Mon to pass through the gates to the city.
Prime Minister Darmick stalked down the winding corridors of the elaborate palace. It was probably the only building in the whole city of Crixx that hadn't been bombed out and destroyed as had happened to the other architectural wonders of the city.
Prime Minister Darmick had to admit his life was good. Servants waited on him hand and foot, he controlled all religious ceremonies of Crixxin, and he was the fourth most powerful person on the entire planet, after the king and queen and their son Talno.
He had been personally seeing to it for years that Atheists be executed and killed behind the king and queen's backs. If they asked why, he'd simply tell them his men had carried it out without an order or they had died in prison.
He had great influence over the rulers. He would often present an idea to them that he said had been sent to him from the gods themselves, and it would displease the gods if he did not carry it out. It usually worked.
"Where to, Prime Minister?" asked Nati.
"To the barracks of course. We must see to the two Jedi. Or should I say the 'Atheist spies?'" he asked with a malicious smile.
Nati returned the smile. "And how are you going to dispose of these ones?"
"It has been a while since Gripfang has gotten a good meal. And it will amuse the troops," said Darmick.
"Ah, indeed you are right," said Nati with a nod.
Darmick stopped in the middle of the corridor. He looked back and forth to be sure he was not being observed by any prying eyes.
Satisfied that the corridor was deserted, he reached his fingers beneath the windowsill nearest to him, and pressed down a hidden button that was there. Instantly the wall before him slid open.
As soon as he and Nati were within, it silently closed. Darmick knew his secret door would not be discovered. Two stone pillars carved into the wall hid the edges when it was closed, and it looked like any other wall in the palace.
The corridor he stood in was lit with dim glowpanels. The corridor itself was stone, dull white stone. It formed a staircase, leading down.
Without hesitation, Darmick headed down it. He got to the bottom, and found himself looking at another door, this one with a required retinal scan to enter. Only Darmick and Nati could enter through this door.
After Darmick had allowed the machine to scan his retina, the door slid open, and he and Nati entered the room.
"Where are the spies?" he immediately asked.
The huge company of men in the room turned to look at him.
"They are in detention cells, Honorable Prime Minister," said one of the captains of Darmick's private army.
"Excellent. Bring them before me. They shall face the Gripfang immediately," Darmick said, giving the soldier the same malicious grin.
Nodding, the soldier immediately turned away, off to fetch the "spies."
"Come, to my private box. We can watch from there," said the Prime Minister.
"Why can't we watch from the ground?" asked Nati.
"Should the Jedi escape, they will tell everyone in Crixx that the Prime Minister is executing Atheists by the ton. We must be sure they do not see us," said Darmick.
Nati nodded as she followed him.
Darmick chuckled as he walked, knowing the Gripfang would receive two more meals before the day was out.
*****
I planned to get this chapter up sooner, but I got an eye injury two days ago and the doctor said no computer or TV or reading for 24 hours. I'm still trying to figure out how I survived. To make up for it, I've posted chapter 3 as well.
So did you think? Please review! Flames, like, no-like, I don't care! I'll read anything! I'm a review freak, I live for reviews!