Whew, I'm back! Thanks alot to those of you who suggested, your suggestions will be taken into consideration. ^_^.
3.) Relentlessly prod them with an otherwise pointy stick.
After the incident with the cookies, Marr and Ravage decided it might be better to let Thanaton play about outside, in the sands of Korriban, where at least he wouldn't destroy any property. As it so happend, Thanaton was rolling around in the sand, perfectly content with his behaviour. That is, until his head connected with a large wooden stick. Scrambling up and rubbing his head, he wondered how it had gotten there. His wonder was soon replaced by an idea of a new game. Smirking as he did so, Thanaton picked up the stick and began to make preperations.
Darth Marr calmly drummed his fingers on his new desk, after Thanaton had another childish lightsaber spree. Ravage had gone off to sort out complaints, pertaining to the sudden shortage in the Sith Academy's cookie supply. As it so happend, Thanaton had eaten alot more than what Marr had first imagined. Amazing how his stomach hadn't burst open, or at least, Thanaton hadn't become more or less, an exact clone of Darth Baras. By the Force, Baras needed to get out and exercise more...
Poke.
Marr's features flicked to that of irritation, as he noticed Thanaton covered in sand. He also had a stick clutched in his hands.
And was poking Marr with it.
"Thanaton, do you remember the last time you annoyed me?"
"Can't say I do."
"Lightning. Lots of it," Marr released another burst of Force Lightning from his fingertips, the bolts interlacing with Thanaton's body, causing frequent shocks. After some time of sadistic pleasure, Marr ceased his torture. "Go find someone else to bother, Thanaton. Besides myself or Ravage."
"But why?"
"Because my Force Lightning made it perfectly clear you should not bother me."
Thanaton thought about this for a few moments, before trailing off, his stick hanging loosely behind him.
With luck, he'll meet a tuk'ata and get himself killed, Marr thought to himself.
As it so happend, Thanaton was bothering the less important denizens of the Sith Academy. The Imperial sentries, particularly.
"M'lord, there must be something more...fitting of your nature as a Darth, than harassing myself and my fellows," One of the sentries finally complained.
"Marr told me not to bug him or Ravage! You're not either of them. So." Poke. "I will." Poke. "Keep." Poke. "Bothering you."
The sentries managed to valiantly endure this torment for a few more minutes, then finally lost it, and levelled their guns at him.
"Hey, what are you-"
Thanaton never got to finish his sentence. It's hard to do so, when so many blaster holes have filled your corpse.
Two hours later, Darth Thanaton trudged into the office of Darth Marr yet again. Oddly enough, his stick remained virtually unharmed. Remaining at his desk, Marr was currently paging through the latest issue of Imperial, a rather odd magazine that had in it's contents a high amount of scandalous content, which was perfect for the power plays that frequently occur in the Empire, and the reason for the Empire acquiring a much higher mortality rate than the Republic. As Thanaton entered the office, Marr casually sent a bolt of Force Lightning from his fingertip, igniting the top of the stick.
"Hey, now I can make marshmellows!"
"Er, Thanaton, the marshmellow is supposed to be on the stick, not the-"
Thanaton, again, did not listen and meandered off to find the aforementioned marshmellows. A couple hours later, one of the Dark Honor Guards that patrolled the Academy came into Marr's office and informed him Thanaton had been severely gored by a tuk'ata, his body covered with lacerations and missing several parts of his intestines, liver, and spleen.
Darth Marr smiled.
Well, as stated in the top of the chapter, I'm back. Unfortunately, my returning chapter does not appear to have that many words. But, it was halfway finished when I finally picked it up again, so I suppose I didn't have that much of a choice.
The story will now update more frequently.