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Spoiler Warning: Sith Warrior Sevasht Warwiggins (3SWar)

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Spoiler Warning: Sith Warrior Sevasht Warwiggins (3SWar)

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bright_ephemera
10.18.2012 , 04:02 PM | #1
For quite some time I've had images of a three(ish)-panel comic for a warrior that turned out differently from all my fic and gameplay ones. So now I present Sevasht Warwiggins, sorta kinda sometimes LS...well, mostly grey...Sith Warrior! This unassuming Sith Pureblood finds himself dropped into the action in the Warrior story near the end of Korriban. I think I'll present most of these as descriptions of comic descriptions because I'm too lazy to rewrite old notes and because I'm curious about the format.

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An office on Korriban. Sevasht, Vette, and Lord Baras present.
Baras: Apprentice! Your training at the Sith Academy is at an end. I grant this Twi’lek slave as a gift for you.
- frame -
Sevasht: Vette. Aren’t you the convict they sent to help me find the Secret Saber of Aaugh?
Vette: Yup.
Sevasht: Didn’t you mouth off until I buried you under two tons of rock in a tomb half a mile beneath the surface?
Vette: Yup.
- frame -
Vette: You did a lousy job, it took me about ten minutes to get out.
Sevasht: Lord Baras...
Baras: DO NOT QUESTION MY GENEROSITY, SEVASHT.
Sevasht, resignedly: Yes, master.
Vette beams.

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A sunbaked shuttle pad on Korriban. Sevasht, Vette, and Lord Baras present.
Baras: The time has come, apprentice. We must proceed to Dromund Kaas to begin your true work in my service.
- A huge blinged-out yacht lands. A ramp extends in a puff of steam and possibly a strain of music. -
Baras: Until then, luxury and and properly stocked bar await.
- frame: Baras on ramp, turning back to toss a tiny cred stick -
Baras: This should cover the taxi. Meet you there.
- frame: Ship zooms off. -

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A sunbaked shuttle pad on Korriban. Sevasht, Vette, and a couple of Sith guardsmen present.
Text overlay: Waiting for the Dromund Kaas shuttle...
Vette: So when do you get a second lightsaber?
Sevasht: What?
- frame -
Vette: You've spent the last hour making vwooping noises and waving two imaginary lightsabers. I only helped you steal one. What gives?
Sevasht: I'll get the other one soon. It'll be a level before I can use it.
- frame: a nearby guard is suddenly brandishing a weapon in a startled Sevasht's direction. -
Nearby Guard: THAT'S A SECRET.
Sevasht: !! sorry
Vette: 'Level'?
Sevasht: Uh, nothing. Never mind.

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On board a shuttle. Sevasht is rifling through some cabinets.
Vette: So, uh, master.
Sevasht: Please. Sev to my friends.
Vette: I'm not really your friend so much as your slave.
Sevasht: Whatever. What's up?
Vette: If you do want to be friends, maybe we could start by taking my collar off?
- frame. Sevasht blinks. -
Sevasht: No.
Vette: Come on. Pretty please?
Sevasht: You're the first slave I've ever had. All the other kids at school had slaves, but not me. I'm not giving you up now just because you're a person or whatever.
- Sevasht frowns at the cabinets. -
Sevasht: There is nothing to eat here. I'll order Tionese when we hit Dromund Kaas. Want anything?
Vette: Freedom?
Sevasht: Nuh-uh. Want anything fifty credits or less?
Vette sulks.

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Dromund Kaas spaceport. Shuttle coming in.
- Frame: Sevasht and Vette exiting. -
Sevasht : Home sweet home.
Vette: You’re from around here?
Sevasht : Yeah, Kaas City born an' bred.
- Frame: Hangar, armed guards, a few miserable-looking slaves, one guy on his knees being menaced by uniformed thugs. Dramatic lightning outside the window. -
Vette: That explains a few things.

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DROMUND KAAS

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A hangar near Kaas City. Sevasht and Vette approach a shuttle and the soldiers surrounding it.
Sevasht: Your bad*** delivery boy is here to pick up...uh...something. Baras was being dramatically vague.
The soldiers wrestle out a tremendous carbonite slab. It's roughly half again Sevasht's height and also twice his width. -
Vette, arms akimbo, looking up at the frozen man: Welp. Have fun lifting that one.

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A hangar near Kaas City. Sevasht, Vette, soldiers, a ship, and a huge carbonite block sit in the middle. Two parties start walking in from opposite sides.
Goon One, a sketchy human: Not so fast. My master wants that block of ice.
Goon Two, a Houk: Too bad for you. It mine.
Sevasht. Wrong and wrong, guys.
Goon Two: Me kill you both.
Sevasht: Whoa, whoa, not necessary. Rock paper scissors?
- Goons One and Two glare at Sevasht. -

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A hangar crowded by a shuttle, some useless soldiers, Goon One and his cronies, Goon Two and his cronies, plus Vette and Sevasht. -
Goon Two: Me kill, take carbon block.
Sevasht, facepalming: Any killing today will be by me, of you, so I can feast on your remains. I haven't eaten yet and I'm in a hell of a bad mood.
- frame: Goons One and Two look at each other. Sevasht, visible between them, looks ferocious. -
- frame: Twin puffs of dust and streaks in opposite directions as the goons flee. Sevasht looks satisfied in the middle. -
Sevasht: I love it when that works.
Vette: ...When the threat works. Right? Just the threat?
Sevasht: Yeah, sure. So! Lunch?

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A rainy clearing in the jungles of Dromund Kaas. Sevasht and Vette face a small knot of civilians.
Text overlay: Another task for Baras...
Sevasht: Hey, slave-overseer-guy? Rebellion ringmaster?
Ringmaster: That's me. You here to crush us? You'd be the twelfth guy today.
Sevasht: Nah, I just want you to stop blackmailing Lord Baras. He paid you guys to make trouble for his rivals and now you're threatening to tell?
Ringmaster: Yeah. Honestly, we'd be rebelling anyway.
- Frame: The cold face of the Unfinished Colossus. -
Ringmaster: That over there, it's supposed to be Darth Vowrawn. Commissioned by his disciple Lord Qet to suck up. But it's an artistic travesty. It doesn't look a thing like him.
Sevasht: Darth who?
Ringmaster: You don't know who Darth Vowrawn is?
Sevasht: Wait, let me check my codex.
Frame: Back with Sevasht and co. Sevasht has his holo out. Ringmaster is leaning in looking enraged.
Ringmaster: THAT'S A SECRET.
Vette: Huh?
Ringmaster: NOTHING. Vowrawn's a Dark Council guy who doesn't look like that. gestures Let's move along.

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Sevasht and Vette stand before the slave rebellion ringmaster in the rainy jungle.
Sevasht: So I'm supposed to kill you all if you don't ease up on Baras, you know, stop threatening to reveal his involvement.
Ringmaster: Huh.
Sevasht: Actually I'm supposed to kill you all anyway.
Ringmaster: ...Easing up on him sounds good. We'll do that.
Sevasht: Thought so. Have fun butchering Darth Vowrawn's visage.
Ringmaster: Refusing to butcher Darth Vowrawn's visage.
Sevasht: Right, that. Bye!

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10.18.2012 , 04:10 PM | #2
These are funny... Love the meta. I always love meta.
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10.18.2012 , 04:15 PM | #3
That's a secret!
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irishfino
10.18.2012 , 04:34 PM | #4
[slices the fourth wall with an imaginary lightsaber] Vwoom vwoom vwoom.
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bright_ephemera
10.18.2012 , 04:36 PM | #5
Continuing Dromund Kaas...

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Lord Grathan's estate. A garishly decorated room. Sevasht, Vette, Lady Grathan, and Beelzlit Grathan present. Sevasht is just deactivating his saber as he leaves a fallen guard.
Lady Grathan: Sevasht! I haven’t seen you in ages! How’s your mother?
Sevasht: Doing well, thanks. And yourself? And - your sneaky son, Beelzlit, isn’t it?
Lady Grathan: We're fine, thank you.
Vette: Beelzlit? And I thought "Warwiggins" was bad...
Beelzlit: Wow, he looks like a complete twerp in person, Mother.
Sevasht: I’m, uh, here to kill you.
Beelzlit: Mother! I'm supposed to get first strike!
Lady Grathan: Looks like he studied harder, Beelzlit. I can't do all your homework for you, you know.

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Temporarily skipping the Dark Temple because I'm lazy.

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A chamber in the Citadel. Lord Baras is lecturing Sevasht and Vette.
Baras: So the spy you brought me has revealed that my old nemesis Nomen Karr has a new weapon, a padawan who can read anyone’s true nature.
Sevasht: That’s easy anyway. On everybody’s permanent record is this blue/red bar that -
Baras: THAT'S A SECRET.
Sevasht: Oh.
Baras: She can do it in-character.
Vette: What?
Baras: It's Sith stuff.
Sevasht: Yes, Sith stuff.
Baras: She must be stopped.

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Baras's office. Baras, Sevasht, and Vette present.
Baras: Very well. Your mission awaits. I have acquired for you a ship.
- Frame: Spaceport, by the Fury. Sevasht and Vette present; Sevasht is touching an earpiece. -
Sevasht: Wow, master! Thanks!
Baras, via crackly earpiece: You're paying the insurance, child. Don't make me regret this.

---


BALMORRA

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- Frame: Balmorra. Vette and Sevasht are mounting the steps outside a Sobrik building. -
Sevasht: This it?
Vette: Yup. Lieutenant Quinn’s office.
- Frame: Interior. Some guy across the room is lifting another guy by the front of his shirt. Quinn's ranting can be heard from here -
Quinn: I could shoot you dead with a clear conscience. Is that what you want?
Victim: N-no, sir!
Quinn: Then focus!
- Frame: Quinn faces Sevasht and Vette. Quinn's right arm is busy flinging his victim off page. -
Quinn: Dismissed. - My lord. I'm Lieutenant Malavai Quinn. I'm to be your liaison here on Balmorra.
Sevasht, pointing: There’s still some froth on your chin, Lieutenant.
Quinn: Ah. Apologies. The frothing helps sometimes.
- Frame: Sevasht and Vette exchange looks. -
Quinn, hastily: Anyway. Moving on.

---

Quinn: Your next target is the Balmorran Arms Factory.
Sevasht: All right. Details?
Quinn: KILL THEM. KILL THEM ALL.
Sevasht: ...um. I believe Baras wanted one specific commander dead?
Quinn: LEAVE ONLY FLAMING WRECKAGE.
Sevasht: It’s a rather expensive installation to be blowing up, Lieuten -
Quinn: FOR THE EMPIRE.
Sevasht, crossing his arms over his chest and glaring: If you’re so keen on mass destruction maybe you should come do the legwork.
Quinn, meekly: ...I’m sure whatever my lord thinks best will suffice.

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Deep in the Balmorran Arms Factory, an open room with Sevasht, Vette, Commander Rylon, and a few corpses.
Commander Rylon: Baras will come for you, too, someday.
Sevasht: Yeah, I know. I still have to do the plot as written.
Commander Rylon: THAT'S A SECRET.
Sevasht: Hey, you know OOC rules, don't lecture me for having to follow them!
Commander Rylon: Stop talking, you idiot!
Vette: Huh?
Commander Rylon and Sevasht: Nothing.

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Sevasht strikes Commander Rylon down. A holo beeps.
- frame: Sevasht answers the holo. Quinn appears. -
Quinn: My lord, what was that 'plot limitation' talk all about?
Sevasht: Nothing. News for me?
Quinn: Yes. A Jedi spy saw everything and is en route to the spaceport to escape as we speak. Thought you might like to know.
Sevasht: Huh. Can you arrange transport pickup for me?
Quinn: ...
- frame: Quinn hangs up, leaving Sevasht and Vette staring at an inactive holo. -
Vette: We've got a real winner here.
Sevasht: So. We walk. Uh, really fast.

---

A spaceport hangar on Balmorra. Sevasht stands, saber drawn, before a wounded Jedi.
Wounded Jedi: You're too late. My report was sent. The padawan will be warned.
- frame: Quinn entering from a side door, smirking. -
Quinn: I'm sorry to burst your bubble, Jedi. ...no, that's a lie. I'm reveling in it.
- larger frame. Sevasht and Vette exchange looks. Quinn continues 'monologue monologue' running in the background. A huge Imperial flag inexplicably ripples on the back wall. -
- frame: Returning to a focus on the party. -
Quinn: ...so I stopped the transmission. The Jedi know nothing.
Sevasht: Are you quite done?
Quinn, pleased: Yes, my lord.
Vette: I think he wants a pat on the head.
Sevasht: For what? Turning off the transmitter while I was sprinting cross-planet to duel a Jedi Knight?
Quinn: I turned it off strategically, my lord.
Vette: Strategic turnoffs: probably a specialty of his.
Sevasht: Hmph. Nice job, Quinn, but earn your own monologue next time.

---

A spaceport hangar on Balmorra. Sevasht, Quinn, and Vette surround a wounded Jedi.
Sevasht: And now, Jedi, you're under arrest.
Quinn: May we kill her, my lord?
Sevasht: No.
Quinn: The Jedi is a menace so long as -
Sevasht: No.
Quinn: Please? It’ll only be a -
Sevasht: Heel, Quinn.
Quinn steps to just behind Sevasht's side and sulks.

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A different hangar - the Fury's hangar - on Balmorra. Quinn blocks Sevasht and Vette's path.
Vette: Let's...move on...?
Quinn: I wish to come with you, my lord.
Sevasht: No, thanks.
Quinn: Please? You were great with that mission. And, and you did earn monologue time with the Jedi. I apologize for talking over that.
Sevasht: I'm not hiring.
Vette: He's not even paying his current staff.
- frame: Quinn goes down on one knee. -
Quinn: Pleasey pleasey pleasey pretty please?
Sevasht and Vette exchange looks.

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The Fury's hangar on Balmorra. Quinn is down on one knee before Sevasht and Vette.
Quinn: ...and I'll cook and clean and do laundry and strike fear into the hearts of your enemies...
- Frame as Sevasht and Vette exchange looks; Quinn's babbling continues to run in the background. -
Quinn: and file your taxes and change the oil and shoot anything that looks at you funny and...
Sevasht: So, uh, you want to work for me?
Quinn: YES.
- Sevasht and Vette exchange looks again. -
Sevasht: All right. A few ground rules. First, no frothing on the carpet.
Quinn: Er, yes, my lord.
Sevasht: Don't shoot things 'til I tell you to.
Quinn: Yes, my lord.
Sevasht: My word goes. If I say no flaming wreckage, no flaming wreckage.
Quinn: Yes, my lord.
- frame -
Sevasht: Oh, and the Twi'lek outranks you.
Vette: !
Quinn, sweating: Yes, my lord.
Sevasht: Very good. Go on inside, make yourself at home.
- Sevasht and Vette watch him go. -
Sevasht: Well, that's not suspicious or anything.
Vette: This is gonna be hi-larious.

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10.18.2012 , 05:29 PM | #6
Quote:
Sevasht: Oh, and the Twi'lek outranks you.
Vette: !
Quinn, sweating: Yes, my lord.
Ahahahahaha.

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10.18.2012 , 08:00 PM | #7
Quote: Originally Posted by bright_ephemera View Post
Sevasht: Oh, and the Twi'lek outranks you.
Vette: !
Quinn, sweating: Yes, my lord.
Sevasht: Very good. Go on inside, make yourself at home.
- Sevasht and Vette watch him go. -
Sevasht: Well, that's not suspicious or anything.
Vette: This is gonna be hi-larious.
AHAHHAAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHHAHAHAA!
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10.18.2012 , 09:08 PM | #8
[rolling on the floor looking for her inhaler]
...[hiding it behind his back]
So funny... can't breathe...
You can talk well for someone who can't breathe...
[laughing] F**k you, Quinn.
[grumbles and hits her in the face with her inhaler]
[laughs uncontrollably]
Goddammit...
I'll probably die if you group with me, but I'll go out with both lightsabers drawn stabbing someone in the face. Probably you, but it's cool. Forever Shenanigans!!

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10.20.2012 , 11:48 AM | #9
Quote: Originally Posted by bright_ephemera View Post
Sevasht: Heel, Quinn.
Quinn steps to just behind Sevasht's side and sulks.
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Quinn: Pleasey pleasey pleasey pretty please?
Sevasht and Vette exchange looks.
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Sevasht: All right. A few ground rules. First, no frothing on the carpet.
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10.21.2012 , 02:51 PM | #10
I forgot some critically important characterization between Dromund Kaas and Balmorra!!

- On board the Fury. Vette sits opposite Sevasht, propping her elbows on the table and her chin on her elbows. -
Vette: So. Warwiggins.
- frame: Sevasht looks wary. -
Sevasht: Yes.
Vette: Very nice name.
Sevasht. It's a good one, yeah. ...Move along.
- frame: Vette's smile widens. -
Vette: Oh, no. It's just so pretty.
Sevasht: Drop it, Vette.
Vette: Or you'll, what, declare wigginswar on me? Wig the war right outta me? Wiggety wig 'til I stop?
Sevasht: It means 'Killing annoying Twi'leks' in the ancient Sith tongue, y'know.
Vette: Wig wig wigginsy warwig
Sevasht: I'm burying you alive again.


- Spaceport on Balmorra. Vette and Sevasht are walking through. -
Vette: Sooo, my lord. I was useful on Dromund Kaas, right?
Sevasht: Yeah, sure. You only hit me in the back once or twice in combat.
Vette: I'm great. So how about you take off this collar? Out of gratitude?
Sevasht: ...
Sevasht: You've spent the last six hours chanting mocking variations on my name.
Vette: I don't see what that has to do with anything.
Sevasht: You're staying a slave. Jerk.
Vette: Jerkwiggins.
- Vette sulks. -


Fast forward: Balmorra is done! Moving on!

- The Fury's holoterminal room. Baras is briefing Sevasht, Quinn, and Vette. -
Baras: Apprentice. Next you will eliminate a spy on Nar Shaddaa before the padawan can reveal him.
Sevasht: I don't suppose he could just go someplace safe.
Baras: It's too risky. Besides, I like killing my agents.
Sevasht: ...
Baras: I'm sure I don't know what you're disapproving of. Go on, we'll talk when you arrive.


- On the Fury, in orbit over Nar Shaddaa: Vette approaches Sevasht. -
Vette: So, you said I outrank the captain?
Sevasht: You do.
- Vette touches her collar. -
Vette: I figure that means I've been promoted past slave. Right?
Sevasht: Wrong.
- Vette sulks.-


- The Fury's holoterminal room. Baras is briefing Sevasht, Quinn, and Vette. -
Baras: Nar Shaddaa. My agent Dellocon is under the protection of Lord Rathari, who has beaten me at pazaak one too many times.
Sevasht: What?
Baras: Um...I mean he is a dangerous Sith who needs killing.
- frame. Baras gestures threateningly. -
Baras: Kill him and everything he loves in addition to Dellocon. For the good of the Empire.
Vette: Well, that sounds legit.
Baras: You can kill the Twi'lek, too.
Vette: Fine, fine, we'll go.


- An office on Nar Shaddaa. Sevasht and co. walk in to find three men facing down a red-haired woman. -
Thug 1: The Exchange is movin' in, darlin', and that's that.
Sevasht: I think not.
- Sevasht stands between the redhead and the thugs. -
Sevasht: You can back off or you can get acquainted with my lightsaber, brutes.
- The Exchange thugs flee. -
- Sevasht turns to the redhead. -

Sevasht: So, you're my contact and they're anti-Baras, right? Because if I got that backwards this is going to be really embarrassing.


- Halidrell's office. Halidrell, Sevasht and co. present. -
Halidrell: Rathari's hard to find. But if you like storming in spewing threats like you just did, we'll just point you at Rathari's next business deal. Disrupting that will draw him out.
Sevasht: Draw him out? Isn't he in the phone book or something?
Halidrell: His listed holofrequency only gets you his secretary. You'd rather be massacring his business empire than talking to her, believe me.


- Halidrell's office. Halidrell, Sevasht and co. present. -
Halidrell: Maybe after we've won this, we could get to know each other better?
Sevasht: Um...uh...
Vette: Nah, he's too scared.
Sevasht: Am not! I'd love to see you after, Halidrell. - So there, Vette.
- Vette and Sevasht walking away. Vette is stifling a giggle. -
Sevasht: I wasn't going to do that.
Vette: I know.
Sevasht: You're a monster.


- A lavish room on Nar Shaddaa. Two Hutts watch Sevasht and co. walk in to face the apprentice Girik. -
Sevasht: You can back off or you can get acquainted with my lightsaber, brutes.
Vette: Hsst! Brute, singular.
Sevasht: Er, yes. Brute.
Vette: Adjust the speech to the situation, moron.
Sevasht: Hey. I'm the Sith. Shut up.


- A lavish room on Nar Shaddaa. Two Hutts face Girik and Sevasht and co. -
Ybann: Who are you?
Qitakka: We're a little busy here.
Ybann: Wait, he looks rich.
- frame: Qitakka looks down at Vette. -
Qitakka: Rich? Bah. His slave looks cheap.
Vette: Hey!
Sevasht: My master's wealth is, uh, elsewhere. But there's lots, so you should side with him, not Rathari.
Qitakaa: Our spies say Baras and Rathari are equal business. So! Tiebreaker blood sport?
Ybann: Tiebreaker blood sport.
Sevasht, drawing his lightsaber: Fine.


- Halidrell's office. Halidrell, Sevasht and co. present. -

Halidrell: Our next move is to block his offensive against Republic territory. Stop his men in this district.
Sevasht: Won't that mean fighting fellow Imperials?
Halidrell: Rathari's Imperials.
Sevasht: I can deal, but...Captain Empire? Will this be a problem?
Quinn: I'm not so much Captain Empire as Captain The Sith In The Best Position To Kill Me, Also The Empire, my lord. I'm in.
Vette: Huh. Disgusting, yet surprisingly sensible.


- A battle scene on Nar Shaddaa. An Imperial officer confronts Sevasht & co. -

General Kligon: You're Imperials! How dare you attack us? This infighting is unconscionable!
Imperial Grunt: Sir? This one's Baras's apprentice.
General Kligon: Right, then. Kill 'em, boys.
- Ludicrous gun/saber fight ensues. –


- A battle scene on Nar Shaddaa. An Republic officer walks by an Imp-uniformed corpse toward Sevasht & co. –
Commander Naughlen: …Did I miss a memo somewhere, Sith?
Sevasht: Nah, you and I are still enemies.
Commander Naughlen. I…I see. Can our guys just, uh, go?
Sevasht: Uh, I should probably…
Vette: You can go. But you owe us a favor now.
Sevasht: Yeah, that.
- walking away -
Sevasht: A favor?
Vette: Never a bad time to claim somebody owes you.


- frame: A large warehouse. A circle of Rakata are seated around a glowing, floating device. –
Text overlay: A side quest deep in the Industrial District…
Rakata 1: The Revan left us the device that feeds us all. It can create anything.
Rakata 2: You may take a piece for your Empire. It will grow great someday.
- frame: Sevasht looks down at the little piece of the Infinite Engine. –
Sevasht: Anything, huh?
Rataka 1: In time. As it grows.
Sevasht: How long 'til it can make cookies?
- frame: The Rakata look at each other. –
Rakata 1: *blink blink*
Rakata 2: We do not know.
Rakata 1: The Revan always baked them from scratch.
- frame: Sevasht snaps the infinite scrap in half. –
Sevasht: I'll keep half for myself, test it out. Thanks, guys!
Rakatans: Bye!


- Halidrell's office. -
Sevasht: Hey, holomessage!
Rathari's holoimage: Please come to my trap by yourself. We will duel honorably there.
- frame: Sevasht pulls out his holocommunicator to reach Commander Naughlen. -
Sevasht: Hey, want to come to a trap?
Commander Naughlen: Usually not, no.
Sevasht: It's a Sith Lord. We can beat him up together.
Commander Naughlen: …
- A rooftop in Nar Shaddaa. Rathari, Dellocon, and mooks face Sevasht & co. -
Rathari, crestfallen: I was hoping you'd be dumb enough to come alone.


Sevasht: Sorry, Dellocon. I have to kill you now.
Dellocon: No! I served Baras well! I will not be thrown away!
Sevasht: I sympathize. Baras is being a jerk here. I'd fight back too, honestly.
Quinn: Am I the only person here willing to maintain my honor to the death?
- Sevasht and Dellocon look at him blankly. –
Sevasht and Dellocon: Yes.


Rathari: Dellocon's my tool now, not yours.
Sevasht: I got tools, too. Lots of them.
Vette: Also a sassy sidekick.
- frame: Sevasht glares down at Vette. -
Sevasht: Tool.
- frame: The rooftop and all the ready combatants. -
Sevasht: So let's just fight.
[BATTLE]


- A crowded rooftop. The battle between Republic solders, Rathari's goons, and Sevasht & co. is winding down -
Rathari, wounded: Hold on! Hold on! I'll be nice! Here, as a goodwill gesture for your master –
- frame: Rathari kills Dellocon. –
Vette: That wasn't a goodwill gesture! That was stabbing a guy to death!
Sevasht: Sith. It counts.
Rathari: There. The agent you wanted dead is dead.
Sevasht: Yeah. How about none of us ever talks to each other again?
Commander Naughlen: Works for me.
Rathari: Yeah, there's enough awkward here. Bye.
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