“By the force you can’t do this! Please!” A strained voice cried out with what strength they had left. The voice came from a man with chains wrapped around his wrists and stringing him up from the ceiling. The robes that the man once wore were pooled on the floor at his feet, the man’s body littered with bruises, burn wounds and even open wounds. One of his eyes was completely purple, swollen to the point the eye was affixed shut. Blood stained the figure's lips and his body jerked and shook involuntarily. “What is this about? Please, you don’t have to do this.” The figure wheezed out. Any onlookers would know the figure, Ambassador Paeral, the ambassador of Taris.
“Of course I have to do this, do you think I’m ignorant to your misdeeds? Do you think the great Arhikos is blind to your actions? The people that have suffered due to your actions, the lives that could’ve been saved.” This voice was harsh, cold, cruel and belonged to the Hellyni known as Alkaios. Walking out of the shadows and grabbing the politician by his chin Alkaios forced the man to meet his eyes. The Hellyni’s brilliantly blue eyes bored into the ambassadors. “You and the people like you disgust me, you make promises to your people. Promise change, promise to get people off the streets, to focus on treatments on the sick and yet what do you do? That money that’s supposed to go to those deeds is pocketed. Did you truly think no one would figure it out? What you and the Senator were doing?”
“Listen, you- ARGHHH!!!” The man shouted his words slowly turning into an incoherent scream as a knife was buried in his side. One hand on Paeral’s chin holding his head up and other burying the knife into the man’s flesh Alkaios stared his gaze becoming far more intense. Slowly twisting the blade within Paeral’s body he raised his other hand from Paeral’s chin to his mouth in order to muffle his screams.
“I’m not interested in your lies, I’ve got all the evidence I need. Hundreds of thousands of credits embezzled from the honest, genuine, taxpayers.” Withdrawing the blade and stabbing it in again, and again Alkaios repeated the maneuver three more times, with the final stab he left the blade embedded in the ambassador. “Do you not think that there were others who needed that money?! With those credits you could’ve restructured a majority of the undercity, could’ve pulled those people out of poverty! What excuse do you have for that?!”
“It…”Paeral wheezed out his right eye slowly beginning to close. “I…”
“Oh no, you’re not dying on me yet.” Turning and going to a table lined with tools, weapons and medical equipment Alkaios picked up a syringe and a bottle filled with a red liquid. Slowly drawing the liquid into the syringe Alkaios flicked the tip of the needle. “I’m sure you’ll be enjoying this, far stronger than any of the spice you pleasure yourself with.” Walking back to the politician needle raised Alkaios chuckled. “Oh was that supposed to be a secret?” Without another word, without warning Alkaios stabbed the syringe into Paeral’s neck pressing down on the plunger Alkaios injected the ambassador with enough stimulants that a spice junkie would be feeling the high for weeks.
Gasping in a breath of air his functioning eye dilatating Paeral looked to Alkaios a look of terror on his face. “What are you going to do with me?”
“Well if you quit making this so difficult you could’ve been at a med facility by now.” Picking up a scalpel and holding it before a blowtorch Alkaios turned it on heating the blade. “Tell me what I want or things will get a lot worse.”
Eyes now scaring at the scalpel that glowed a bright red Paeral struggled against his chains. “ALRIGHT! ALRIGHT! There is no excuse! But you have to understand, we’re not paid that well! For the hours of work we do me and the Senator aren’t paid well!”
“Oh so the Senator is in on it too?”
“Wait! No, that was a sl-“
“I already knew he was, I just wanted a confession.” Tapping the helmet clung to his belt Alkaios offered a smile. “See was that so hard?” Moving to loosen the chains Alkaios dropped Paeral unceremoniously to the floor.
“So I’m free to go?”
“Yea, here let me help you up.” In comparison to his earlier tone Alkaios sounded absolutely delightful, like a young man who respected his elders. Reaching down and helping the Ambassador to his feet Alkaios patted the man’s back.
“I, I swear I won’t say anything about you, or what you did.”
“Of course you won’t, because you won’t be around to.” Hands now holding Paeral in a death grip Alkaios walked them towards the penthouse window. “Quite the view you have here.”
“No! You promised! You said you’d take me to the medcenter.”
“No, I said that if you hadn’t made it so difficult we could’ve been there. But don’t worry you’ll be going somewhere similar.” Lifting Paeral off his feet and over his head Alkaios took delight in the politicians’ pleas, his cries for mercy. “Don’t worry, this won’t hurt a bit.” With that Alkaios threw the ambassador into the glass of the floor to ceiling windows where he crashed through with a raucous explosion of glass. The last thing Alkaios saw of Paeral as he fell a hundred stories to his death was the realization he’d been tricked followed by fear.
Alkaios didn’t need to stay to watch what came next, his job was done and now he had a bigger fish to fry. The Senator of Taris, by the time Alkaios reached the planet news of Ambassador Paeral’s death would be all over the holonet. In Paeral’s room an audio recording of his final moments and along with it his mention of the Senator.