Isaac
Chapter 4 "All According to Plan"
"Petty Republic. Unworthy Tarisians. And foolish Malak.
Why did Malak try to kill Revan? There was no true point. Revan was not power hungry. For he shared almost everything with Malak.
Revan was a strong leader. The one the Republic needs. But did the Jedi kill him? Or, perhaps, did they capture him? Who cares and knows; right?
Taris has prospered for far past their golden age, and they still use the caste system! Hah!
They will get a taste of what they truly deserve. And that is death.
Finally, the Republic just does not get it! Why have they survived for so long…"
"Visitor, Commander."
"End journal. Computer, permission denied." I opened the guest window. It was pilot Venesaa Nharr.
Just what I needed. I had to get a pilot. I pressed the manual speaker, "Sorry, come in."
She smiled innocently. She came in. I grabbed her and kissed her.
"Oh; do I know you?"
I transformed my hand into a knife. And I stabbed her in the neck. She started to gag. I smiled and whispered in her ear, "No, my dear. What a shame."
I released her. She fell to the ground and died.
I touched her and said, "Commander Fran Chensro."
Her clothes fell off and I took them. I put the commander's clothes on her like I did on all my other victims. I left the germs of the kiss on "her" (now his) lips. I flung my now blonde hair back.
"Military commander stabbed after affair with pilot. The pilot flees to Taris for away time. How does that sound, computer?"
As if analyzing, the computer said, "95 percentof the people will believe the story."
I smiled. "Edit my schedule. Add a visit to Bastila's location. I will transform, and then pick off the Council of Jedi."
The A.I. smiled then. "82 percent chance of success. Added to schedule."
Everything was going according to plan. My one trillion credits would soon be mine. I would get a smuggler's ship. A fast one. And it would be far beyond anyone to stop me!
"I need to store all the crew's DNA and pack my kit, leave, destroy the ship, and enter Taris."
The A.I. nodded. "All will be done, Isaac- I mean, Venesaa."
I smiled and continued with my journal; with this money, I could buy a small planet. Life was good. Or at least, life was going according to plan…