Darn! It was suppossed to have action! But I thought I will just keep it hanging, for action, you sometimes need to go to whoever is making a plan in order for action to erupt, thus this chapter being called, well, The Plan. Anyways, we take a look into the bad guy view now blah, blah. Enjoy guys!
Chapter 5. Plans.
Pre Vizla was mad.
No, mad was not the word, he was damn right outraged.
That blasted Jedi Kenobi, got in his way of killing the Duchess again. Kenobi was like a plague. Whenever Vizla targeted the Duchess, Kenobi was there. The man was definitely a plague. There was one way to dispose of a plague: give it its medicine.
The former governor of Concordia reached out with a gloved hand towards the table of maps he had before him. Sealing his hand around something in the shape of a small cylinder his fingers latching onto it, he retracted his arm back towards him. Lifting his palm upwards, he uncurled his fingers around the small object. There, sitting in the palm of his hand, was a small syringe, it's glass cylinder filled with a blue liquid.
He removed the small piece of plastic at the edge of the sharp needle and tilted the syringe upwards. Pushing down on the other end of the syringe, he watched intently as the blue liquid squirted out of the needles edge, the escaped liquid raining down onto the ground below.
A muffled sound came fourth from the entrance to the tent. The tents entrance swished open, and a large and bulky man staggered in, holding a man underneath his arm in a head lock, intending to snap his neck should he try and pull off any means of escape.
"Sir, we got him," He said gruffly, small residue of saliva spluttering out of his mouth as he grunted, refraining the captives struggle from underneath his arm.
Vizla smirked triumphantly.
"Good job, Liam. You are at least more useful that that blasted Death Watch recruit I ordered to dispose of Kenobi." He remembered that day on Concordia very well.
Clad in his Madalorian armour, the armour of a traditional warrior, he brisk fully marched towards Obi-Wan Kenobi, and the Duchess Satine, who had taken cover behind a rock. On his knees before him was one of his recruits. He crawled towards him, shaking in fear. Pitiful.
"Failure," His cold voice spoke from his helmet, as he pulled a silver blaster out fourth from his holster, and shot the begging man in the head.
"Leave us," He ordered, his icy blue eyes fixed on the cowering man before him.
Liam grunted some more before turning on his heel and marching on out of the tent. Vizla continued to stare at the man on the ground before him. His green eyes were swimming with pure fear; his thin frame shook violently, his shuddering breaths quickening as the former governor approached him.
He tried to back off, but slammed his back into the wooden pole, keeping the tent up behind him. The tent shook slightly as his back connected with the pole.
Vizla stopped short before the terrified man. Crouching down so he was level in the man's line of sight, he stared into his eyes. He could see his own evil smile, twisted and devilishly evil, as he looked upon his reflection against the man's iris.
Suddenly, Vizla had grabbed the man by the scalp, causing him to yell in pain. He jerked his head to the side, exposing the pale and smooth skin of his neck. He could see his pulse vibrating off of his skin, as adrenaline ran thorough his veins. And a vein he was looking for. He noticed the blue vein running up his neck.
Raising his hand, he pointed the needle towards the trembling man.
"Hold still," He whispered gently, his breath tickling the mans neck as he drew closer to him. "This will only hurt a little… to start off with."
The man trembled violently again at the threat of agonizing pain that he was about to endure.
The needles razor edge pierced the mans skin, pushing through towards the vein. The poor man twitched. Then again. And again. His eyes fluttered wildly like blinds being repeatedly opened and slashed closed. His whole body then felt like it was on fire, as he was raked with never ending pain.
He let out a blood curdling scream of intense agony as he sat up abruptly. He began to itch at himself rapidly, as if he had a million fire ants crawling all over his skin. The poor, suffering man fell back to the ground again, scratching until his skin bled. He arched in pain once again as it struck his every nerve. Finally, the blue poisoned liquid reached his heart, his body arched once again, and he let out one last scream before going limp. As he died, his mouth spurted fourth a small residue of blood, the crimson liquid trailing out the side of his mouth, as most of it painted his now paling lips. His eyes, now endless, stared straight towards Vizla's emotionless own.
Vizla smiled in glee. It had worked. The experiment had worked. The man was lucky to say the least. The toxin was specifically for use upon Force sensitive's. Kenobi would suffer much more greatly than this soul here.
Turning away, not bothering to dispose of the body, he walked towards the table of maps. Illuminated by a single light that hung beside him on another pole, he studied the maps, looking for another way of attack.
Vizla's eyes stopped upon one route.
It went through the underground complex of Sundari, it's final destination: right behind the palace.
That was it!
How could he have been so blind and so stupid? He had tried to attack from the front with brute force. He had never thought once of slipping past the side and attacking from the back. Vizla knew now where he would attack the palace. Using the underground system, he could evade the guards prying eyes, and get in from the back. He would find the Duchess and eliminate her.
It was not brute force. It was espionage.
"Liam!" He called. Liam came stumbling back in, snorting as he stumbled over the dead mans body. Vizla rolled his eyes. Why had he recruited such a stupid oath? "We have a new plan. Get the troops ready."
"But sir," Liam grunted, running a hand across his filthy brow. "We don't have enough troops to launch a successful attack."
Vizla was stunned. Had they lost that many troops during battle? This was unacceptable.
"Damn!" He cursed, as he slammed his fist onto the table, making the maps flop lazily in the air, before descending back down to rest on the table, and Liam the oath, to stumble back a bit, once more tripping over the body behind him.
Fool!The bitter voice inside Vizla's head roared.
"Perhaps I can help," A cold, smooth voice interrupted his train of thought. Vizla and Liam turned to face a tall and elderly man, clad in a black tunic and a brown cape. The man had a grey beard and grey hair, strands of silver glistening slightly off the small light that shone across the tent.
"Count Dooku," Vizla greeted, dipping his head ever so slightly. "To what do I owe the pleasure of being in your presence?"
"I hear you have a garrison problem," Dooku said, reminding Vizla of the shortage of toops.
So Dooku had listened to this entire conversation? Did no one here understand security measures?
"Your hiring in men is pathetic," Dooku sneered, as he chuckled lightly. "They are to easy to manipulate." He then raised his hand towards Liam. Liam felt his throat tighten as an invisible hand tightened around him. The oxygen in his lungs was sucked out of him, as he gasped for air. Dooku, smiled evilly at the gasping man. He balled his hand into a fist. Liam gasped his last breath as his throat was crushed. Dooku lowered his hand and watched as Liam's lifeless body crumpled to the floor. "And they are pitifully stupid," He finished.
"If you are done patronizing me, Dooku," Vizla snarled. "What is it that you want?"
"The Duchess must die. Kenobi is in the way," Dooku answered him. "I can offer you a full garrison of droids."
"What? Simple B1 Battle droids and B2 Super battle droids? They are worthless, and Kenobi can cut them down easily."
"No," Dooku answered coolly, an added smirk on his face. "Much better."
A heavy clanking could be heard from outside, each of the steps becoming louder as they drew closer. Dooku stepped aside, allowing whatever was outside to enter. Instantly after stepping aside, two new make of droids entered the tent. A tall, and skinny form of a droid, with white empty eyes that glowed entered; it's body black with yellow swirls over it's arms and legs, a yellow circle in the centre of its chest.
Another entered, well rolled in. It stopped in the same place as the first droid. Vizla watched as it uncoiled from its ball like form. The copper droid uncoiled its self and stood on three legs, its twin blasters aimed forwards.
"A commando droid, and a droideka," Vizla said sarcastically. "Is that really all you can offer?" Dooku smiled again.
"No, Vizla. Much better, someone who will be a distraction for Kenobi whilst you deal with the Duchess."
Softer footsteps were audible this time, as the tent opened up once more like a mouth. In walked a skinny woman, clad in black, her skirt trailing behind her. She was tall and skinny, around Dooku's height. Her face was pale, and Sith tattoo's ran across her face, impsong fear upon her enemies. She raised her bald head and looked at Vizla. An evil smile formed her lips, and her blue eyes gleamed in the light.
"Allow me to introduce my apprentice, Asajj Ventress," Dooku said, outstretching his hand towards the woman. "She is a well trained assassin, and can carry out a mission to the letter. She will provide you the distraction you need to slip past Kenobi, and the Duchess guards."
Vizla grinned in anticipation. This would work perfectly.
"You have your self a deal, Dooku," Vizla agreed, as he approached Dooku and shook his hand firmly.
Dooku's lips curved into a smile at Vizla, Ventress stood where she was, smiling at the thought of another chance to dispose of Kenobi.
With the plan, the droids, and Dooku's assassin, Ventress, this plan had no flaws. It would be unstoppable.
"Kenobi, your last day is upon you."
Ohhhh, so OK,bad guys plan, Dooku, Asajj!. This shall be an interesting battle! Action is definitely next, I promise you. ;D