Formal Apology to the Galactic Republic
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10.26.2012 , 11:33 AM |
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And with that, I believe Formal Apology has finally hit it's closure. Thanks to all involved, and I hope the rest enjoyed the ride.
Catch ya on Formal Request!
I believe I have to add a little more. (Spoilered, even though it doesn't contain spoilers.)
Several other characters
A tall, lizard like creature walked through a small, sandy valley, which was called “Valley of the Overseers” at the academy. He was here on a mission, sent by his now dead master. Single-mindedly he looked for the right inscription and finally found the tomb he was searching for.
Lord Ragate, Overseer at the Sith Academy
It was a small tomb, nothing compared to the mausolea in the Valley of the Dark Lords. But even though the dark side energy it radiated seemed insignificant in comparison, it did contain thoughts of anger, hatred, revenge.
Qyzen Fess noticed this, but he was a hunter and not easily intimidated. He walked into the tomb, right up to the sarcophagus. There he paused a second, laid an item onto it, bowed and then turned around to leave. He never returned.
He had left an old but not ancient lightsaber. And fixed at the hilt was a parchment.
if this message reaches you, fate has caught up with me. Death has taken me.
You were my Overseer and tried to teach me in the ways of the Sith. But I betrayed you and my betrayal killed you. This is the lightsaber I took from you. It returns to its rightful owner now, even tough it is too late.
Overseer Ragate, I am asking for your forgiveness for all I have done to you.
“How dare you approach me again!”
screamed an angry spectre. Only a shadow of Overseer Ragate who was levitating above the sarcophagus.
Erlunas spirit stood before her, on the ground of the tomb. She bowed her head in shame, but then took a determined look.
“You know why I came here,”
she said calmly.
“You read my message.”
“I don't want the presence of a Jedi infiltrator desecrate everything I have left!”
“I was Jedi and I was Sith. Erlunas Marr, Consular of the Jedi Order. I also Darth Quethe, made a Darth by Darth Isaac on Marka Ragnos' orders. But not anymore. I died by the hands of Darth Nox. The same way as you. ”
“I am surprised you brought it that far, given how your weakness stunk through the entire academy.”
“You call it weakness, but look at yourself. You are bound to this tomb by the chains of the dark side.”
- this wasn't a metaphor, Erlunas could see the chains which bound Ragate's spirit -
“And within decades, not even this will remain. You will fall into chaos, the dark side drags you dare.”
“And now you came to mock me, Jedi!”
Anger twisted Ragate's face.
“No, I did not,” Erlunas said. “I came to ask for your forgiveness. I really mean it.”
“You don't look like you need my forgiveness,”
“But you need it.”
She looked at the ground.
They paused. Then, after a while, Erlunas spoke again, almost crying.
“I never wanted you dead and I hated myself for it ever since I heard about it. Now I am back to help you. I want you to find peace. Freedom, just like me. Please, think about it.”
“You are sincere,”
Ragate stated in slight amazement.
“Yes, I am,”
“Force dammit, not everyone thinks like a Sith. I
you to find peace.”
“And if I refuse,”
Ragate suddenly smiled evilly.
“If I refuse, will it hunt you? Will the thought of me remaining here torment you for all eternity?”
Erlunas remained silent for a moment. How could Ragate think this was even possible.
“No, it won't,”
she stated matter-of-factly.
“The Force has set me free, truly set me free. This is about you alone.”
“Let go of your hatred,“
Erlunas said to Ragate.
“Leave your thoughts of revenge behind. Abandon the dark side and let the Force set you free.”
For a moment, Ragate didn't move. Then, slowly, she nodded and closed her eyes.
Did it take seconds or years? Erlunas couldn't tell. Be she could see how the dark, red essence slowly left her former Overseer. Instead, a little light started to shine within her. Erlunas reached out and Ragate took her hand. The light side of the Force, which Erlunas was made of now, started to fill the former Sith.
Finally, the chains which bound Ragate broke and she slowly landed on the ground besides Erlunas.
Ragate couldn't say anything, but she was clearly surprised, amazed and also happy.
“Death is a lie, there is only the Force,”
Erlunas smiled and both started to walk away, leaving the tomb behind forever.
The sun shone over Kaas City. Tomorrow would be the enthronement day for Emperor Mortis. The enthronement itself would happen in the Dark Temple, under the eyes of a few selected Sith. But after that the Emperor would come to central plaza of Kaas City, with heralds declaring his raise to the throne. Here he would also appoint his prime minister and his chief enforcer.
At the entrance of Kaas City, the Statue of Vitiate had been replaced by a new statue, which was still under wraps. If one could look under the wraps, one could see that it were in fact three statues.
Emperor Mortis was depicted sitting on a throne. To his left stood Ilyan Regus in his uniform, holding a data pad. And to his right stood a masked Sith, holding his lightsaber in a threatening pose. All three looked at everyone who would enter the city.
Under the statues, still covered, were three inscriptions:
Darth Proventus, Emperor's Wrath
Grand Moff Regus, Imperial Prime Minister
--- One Year Later---
In a beautiful valley, not far away from the Kaamos Territory, lay a small country estate. It was property of Baron Lucios Thul, who had moved here some time ago. Rumor in House Thul was that he was a drunkard who lived off his inheritance.
"Strange that no one understands a man who wants to be alone with his family,"
Lucios Thul though this morning while looking out of the window.
He turned around looked at his wife, who was still sleeping. By now it had become obvious that she was pregnant and Lucios wondered what people whispered about it.
"I bet they try to guess the “real father”,"
"Something like “A woman like her would never be that happy with a man like Lucios. She must have had an affair.”"
He passed the head side of the bed and gave her a slight kiss on the forehead, before leaving the room. Lucios didn't really care about what people thought about him. All he wanted was a quiet life.
His thoughts shifted towards other matters. A few weeks ago, he had heard that one of his rivals was on a particular vulnerable transport ship from Balmorra to Tatooine. He had thought about hiring an assassin from House Rist, but that would have brought its risks, so he had passed the opportunity to eliminate him.
Instead, if he remained here, it was unlikely that his rivals would interfere much. He didn't even have any big plans. Some business opportunities, some stock speculations, but nothing really dangerous for anyone.
He entered his home office and turned on his computer. A normal day in the life of Baron Lucios Thul.
But then he saw a message popping up on the screen.
|| Your wife and child will not be harmed. ||
A moment he didn't know what to think. Then he realized.
In the same instant, one hand shut his mouth and another hand drove a sharp, cold blade through his spine from behind. Then, a second time, into his lungs to prevent him from screaming. Finally, a third stab, this time into his heart from behind. The arms of the assassin caught him and carefully laid him down to avoid any noises.
He looked right into the face of his long time enemy, Agent Blake Alabaster, whose blue eyes burned with nothing but fiery hatred for him.
For a short moment he was about to think that at least his wife and child are okay, but he shoved this thought away for different emotions.
Rycus Wingran, formerly Admiral in the Imperial Armada, died with nothing more than burning hatred in his heart. Hatred, even worthy of a real Sith.
It wasn't hard. After all, he knew Wingran like the back of his hand. Slipping into his estate was effortless.
He knew Wingran was a coward, now more than ever. He had assumed Wingran would be brave enough to kill him while he was vulnerable. Apparently, he was wrong since his trip on the transport was perfectly fine.
This cowardice had indeed prevented him from walking into his trap. But it could only delay his fate.
When the time came, he had typed a message from the shadows before sneaking up behind the man. With the precision and familiarity of a highly trained, long time veteran, he struck.
"This... Is for all the innocent people you killed."
his mind spoke as the first blow made home.
One of his hands was over Wingran's mouth to prevent him from screaming out for help.
"This... Is for my friends that died by your hand."
the thought sped across as Wash stabbed Wingran's lungs.
He could feel Wingran's life start to slip, but he made one final blow to ensure his death.
"And this... Is for me..."
The knife plunged into the skin, tearing through muscles until it reached its target; the black heart of Rycus Wingran. Pulling the weapon out, he slowly lowered the man onto the floor, his hatred apparent into his eyes.
Wingran's own eyes returned the hatred, even as he died. Once his life was fully gone, Wash slowly closed the man's eyes before standing up. He took a moment to look in the direction of where former Captain Lophia Hall was. No doubt he had ruined her life. Understandable, but she did not know what hell Wingran had put him through and she never would.
Sighing, the Shadow Dealer cloaked himself before walking away.
Thanks to all writers and readers in the last half a year.
"I was one of many. We were servants of the dark side… Sith Lords, we called ourselves. So proud.
In the end we were not so proud. We hid… hid from those we had betrayed. We fell… and I knew it would be so."