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08.11.2012 , 09:28 PM |
Sorry for yet another Remi/Scourge story takes place just after Chapter 3 ends.
Outright Sedition (Diplomacy Grade 6 Dark side rewards)
sorry sooooo long.
Remi had avoided the crew for two days, an impressive feat for a group on such a small vessel. Finally, she sent nearly everyone off on various tasks and plotted a course for Alderaan. Lord Scourge found her practicing on a Mark XXI training droid, something she had not done very often since he joined her crew. The last time she had sent the entire crew away, it had been both to surprise him and to do something she found distasteful.
“It’s not my birthday,” he said sardonically from the doorway as she dodged the training droid’s attacks. She jumped over the droid and kicked off the wall, hitting it from behind. It lit green and powered down to indicate she had scored a disabling hit. She glanced at him as she reset the droid but said nothing.
He could sense she was troubled, almost angry, and it pleased him. “You do not usually sulk.” He prodded her anger with an insult, to his consternation it helped her. She flicked her practice blade at the droid disabling it again.
“You’re right,” she said taking a deep breath letting it out slowly. After that, he could only sense calm, disgusting.
“What will we be doing on Alderaan?” he asked crossing his arms.
“You will be staying on the ship,” she said staring into his eyes firmly, “I will be depriving a person of the right to speak his mind and choose his allegiance under the laws of his land.” She looked like she ate something sour.
Now he felt the anger and shame rolling off the Jedi. She dissipated the emotions with reason, but they continued to return. “Why would you do this if it brings you such shame?” He was surprised to see how simple it was to hurt the Jedi.
“The war rages, the Republic needs its allies.” She said looking away, “A noble of House Organa is trying to gain support for siding with the Empire. I’m supposed to work with the other nobles to either exile him, or silence him.” Her jaw clenched.
Surprise flashed across Scourge’s face. “And you would feel pity for this man who actively works against your Republic?”
“He hasn’t done anything but talk.” Remi said idly slapping the side of her practice blade against the training droid. “He’s been open, he hasn’t sold information, and he hasn’t hurt anyone. Is talking to become reason for exile or death now?” She had said as much to the Council, she had asked herself those questions the past several days, she shook her head and headed to the bridge, they would arrive soon. Scourge followed her.
“And you would rather he sway this House Organa to the Empire than deprive him of his rights or his life?” He asked as she checked the nav.
“I would rather the Republic convince him that he is wrong, but apparently there is little time and the Empire’s offerings are,” she gave him a pained smile, “seductive.”
“So you would just do the Council’s bidding then?” his lip curled with distaste, “I thought you said you were not their puppet.”
She looked as if he had slapped her but before she could reply they dropped out of hyperspace and Alderaan rushed into view.
“Excuse me.” She said quietly, “I have to go be a puppet now.”
She tried to walk past him, but he blocked her way.
“I can get what you need.” He wondered why he was volunteering.
“I think he would prefer exile over death,” she replied sarcastically, “But thanks for the offer.”
He blocked her way again. “I promise, he will not die, and at the very worst he will be exiled.” She raised an eyebrow at him, “This may take some time.” He concluded.
She bit her lip at that, killing never took him very long. Speculation and doubt chased each other across her face, finally her expression turned calculating. She tilted her head to the side, “Alright Lord Scourge, this will be your mission.”
He realized this would now become his test. She would use the results to determine whether she could trust him. “As you wish.” He replied and took himself off.
Lord Scourge arrived at House Organa without incident, the Jedi had arranged for him to be treated with all the courtesy due her chosen representative. Apparently, she had left an impression the last time she was here, despite initial awkward moments the nobles of the House treated him with more respect and dignity than any members of the Council or Senate he had encountered.
Over dinner, they regaled him with stories of Remi’s triumph over House Thul, Rist, and Ulgo. He knew from his study of the Jedi’s ship logs that she had come to Alderaan to find and destroy a powerful weapon. It would seem she had devastated House Organa’s enemies as a side job. He was not sure if she should be admired for her strength or berated for foolishly wasting time. When Duke Organa revealed that she had allowed herself to be captured to save a mere three hundred civilians he decided she was a fool. The Duke also shared, with polite disdain, that she had inexplicably chosen to forgo celebrating their victory and continued her mission without rest. Scourge worked hard to hide his disgust for the overindulgent buffoon.
After the niceties were out of the way, Duke Organa began the delicate task of discussing how his wayward noble would be exiled. His tone suggested he thought prison was the only way to keep the man out of trouble, but then Scourge asked to be introduced. Duke Organa’s affable mask slipped, he assumed death was to be the sentence. Scourge felt nothing but contempt as the “noble” Duke escorted him to meet and presumably kill Camden Organa, his own nephew.
“Uncle,” the young man said enthusiastically, “I am glad you have come to speak with me at last.” The rest of what he was to say ended abruptly when he saw the large Sith standing behind Duke Organa. “Uncle,” he exclaimed, “Have you decided to ally with the Empire?”
Duke Organa gave his nephew a troubled look and left without a word. Lord Scourge studied the young man. He was tall, dark haired, and handsome for a human. He had muscle and wore a sword at his hip with habitual ease, but his eyes squinted and his shoulders hunched just slightly, signs of a man who read constantly. A young handsome warrior and scholar, this man was indeed a threat to where House Organa cast its loyalties.
“My lord,” Camden bowed low, “Forgive my uncle for not introducing us, I am Camden Organa, the Duke’s s-”
“Silence fool.” Scourge interrupted, putting enough force behind his words that the young noble shivered. “I am Sith, you will not speak to me unless I give you permission.”
Camden’s eyes widened not certain if he should remain silent or agree. Scourge inclined his head almost imperceptibly, “Yes, my lord.” Camden said meekly.
“I understand you wish to join the Empire. I wish for you to understand what that means. Come with me.” Scourge left the room and Camden hurried to follow.
They took a private speeder car to House Thul. “We can’t just walk in, they’ll kill us on sight.” Camden said in a panic, realizing he had spoken out of turn he covered his mouth but he could not hide his terror.
Lord Scourge gave him a disgusted look and drove up to the gate, the guard there did not need identification, all Sith were to be granted entrance. The gate opened and Scourge led the young noble inside. The difference between House Thul and Organa were not immediately obvious.
“What do you see?” Lord Scourge asked.
“Nothing out of the ordinary,” the young man shrugged looking around. He caught sight of a man he thought he recognized, a man who had come to House Organa to speak with the Duke when Thul returned from exile. The man wore a shock collar around his neck. “Why is he wearing a shock collar?”
Scourge shrugged, “He might have angered a Sith. There are many slaves in the Empire who are forced to wear a collar.” He glanced at the nobles face, his opinion of slavery was written plainly.
They continued walking down the mostly deserted street. A few Sith wandered freely, they gave Lord Scourge a wide berth, his power was obvious to anyone. Those who were not Sith cowered with fear at the sight of him. Camden was not surprised, the Sith Lord was intimidating, what was more disturbing was that they were still afraid when they walked away, as if they lived in constant fear. They passed a few more places, Sith casually taunted force-blinds, hitting or choking them, raucous laughter usually followed. He wondered if the Sith had somehow set this up for his benefit.
At the end of the street, they passed an open building. They could see into a room where children were lined up and a man in dark robes paced in front of them. Scourge stopped to observe, Camden had no choice but to observe with him. The man in dark robes was paler than anyone the noble had seen, his face was hideously discolored and wrinkled, but he walked like a much younger man than his face would indicate.
“A Sith scholar,” Lord Scourge said softly, “Watch.”
The Sith ended his pacing in front of a very young girl no older than seven. She was a pretty child and from her finery obviously of noble breeding. He grabbed her arm roughly, “This one has potential, put her with the others.”
The Imperial guards grabbed the girl’s arms and escorted her out of the room; her mother ran to her and tried to stop them, begging them not to take her. She was rewarded with a bolt of lightning.
“Foolish woman, it should be an honor that your daughter may have the talent to become Sith.” The man in robes shocked her again, he dismissed the others, and they left the woman lying on the floor smoking. She would drag herself somewhere to be saved or she would die where she lay.
Lord Scourge moved on and Camden followed. Scourge glanced at the young man and nodded.
“What’s going to happen to her? The little girl, I mean.” Camden asked looking back over his shoulder at the terrified little girl who cried and looked back over her shoulder for her mother.
“She will be taken to Korriban and trained to become Sith.”
“So she will rise above her station then.” He said brightening.
“Possibly,” Scourge conceded, “I did not sense much strength in her, she will likely die.”
Camden stopped for a moment staring back at the little girl then quickly caught up. “But, if she’s not strong enough to send then why?”
“All of those in the Empire who can use the force must train to become Sith or die in the process.”
“How many students survive the training?”
“It depends greatly on the timing, but one in fifty, perhaps fewer.” He shrugged. They returned to the speeder, Scourge felt there was nothing more he needed to show the young man, and indeed, he was right.
“If it’s like this why do you serve the Empire?” The noble asked looking lost.
“I am Sith.” Lord Scourge said with a smile that terrified him, “What do I care for their hurts? Do you see that your cattle are happy? You ensure that they have enough, are reasonably secure from theft and pillaging, then you expect them to work and slaughter them when they are no longer of use.”
Camden shook his head with confusion, “Why does it seem like you’re trying to convince me not to join the Empire?”
Scourge was pleased the boy had finally caught on. “It is the task I was set by the Jedi I serve.”
“Why would you serve a Jedi?” Camden asked looking bewildered, “That means you serve the Republic, I thought you served the Empire.”
“Why is not your concern, suffice to say the Jedi and my goals are currently aligned and I have pledged my aid. For now, that means that you will not urge your House to join the Empire. But I am still Sith,” he said with an edge to his voice that made the young noble cringe, “and I do not serve the Republic.”
“Why wouldn’t you want House Organa to join the Empire.” He persisted, “Isn’t a stronger Empire better for the Sith.”
“I stand more to gain by completing my mission successfully than the Empire would gain by allying with sniveling cowards like House Organa.”
“House Organa is strong.” Camden protested indignantly, “We have beaten House Thul the lesser houses rally to our cause.”
“Your House’s victory was delivered on the shoulders of the Jedi I serve.” He scoffed and Camden’s eyes widened realizing who Scourge must be, “The Empire would only gain if House Organa’s champion came with it, and she would not serve the Empire on the word of Organa. Without the strength to truly advance the Empire’s interests, your House would be nothing more than a source of wealth to be drained, and your nobles would be no more special than your peasants. The strength of the Empire comes from rewarding those who rise above the rest, draining the masses of everything useful, and punishing those who would speak against our ways.” He eyed the noble, “Consider what you were allowed to do at House Organa. How do you think one of those collars would feel?”
“It would be better than what I expected.” Camden said glumly, “I figured I would be killed instead.”
“You were to be exiled for your acts,” Lord Scourge said nodding at the noble’s surprise, “I chose instead to convince you to change your mind.”
“What am I to do, tell people what I saw? That I was wrong?” the young man threw his hands up in despair as they pulled up to the speeder port at House Organa.
“As long as you stop your recruiting, whatever else you tell your followers is not my concern.” Lord Scourge left the young man to contemplate what he would do next.
Remi had already re-read the report several times, each time she was unable to believe the results. Lord Scourge’s dark presence filled the doorway to her office.
She blinked up at him, “Camden Organa is no longer urging House Organa to join the Empire, and,” she added, “no one was killed.”
“I did as you asked.” He said placing a crate of medical supplies on her desk. Rare samples that one of Camden’s followers had received as a gift from the Empire, they did not want to keep it, but it was still useful, and they gave it to him.
Remi raised an eyebrow at the crate, “Not only that but he is now going around convincing the smaller houses who allied with Thul to break ties with the Empire.” She shook her head, “How-“
“It is better than the Republic deserves.” He said without inflection and left before she could thank him.
I swear that was supposed to be short when I thought it up.
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