A Deal with the Devil

[Herr Vanderhing]

Viceroy Herr Vanderhing's palace, a large luxurious suite crafted elegantly for the Viceroy himself. He alone this day, well as alone as one can be with an army of droids and thugs defending your home.... In any case he was without aides or his advisors, a rare sight as the Viceroy almost always kept with him an entourage of Neimoidians or at the very least his Settlement Officer Genf Orkay (he never counted the battle droids). Today he chose to relax and be alone, sending Genf off to do some form of nonsense for his crime family and demanding his aides be elsewhere. The Viceroy enjoyed the alone time, that was when he could think.... He could scheme whenever and wherever he wanted but he could never think without being alone. He took a quick leisurely mud spa in his large luxurious bathroom to enjoy the time by himself. He layed comfortably in the spa tub with some form of vegetable or fruit covering his eyes until finally he stood up and put an ornate silken bathrobe and a night cap over himself. He left the bathroom tying the robes together and limping through the grand halls of his citadel towards his office, passing hundreds of large portraits of himself and birds hanging from perches. Most of the Viceroy's citadel was exclusively either portraits and busts of Vanderhing, ornate carpets and lush curtains, squawking birds perched over a wall, battle droids or armed thugs patrolling, or expensive Neimoidian Nic-Nacs, sometimes all of these at once. It was an expensive and beautiful compound, it must be said

[member="Krest"]

 

[Darth Ferus]

[member="Herr Vanderhing"] would find, once he reached his office, that something already wasn't right. It was even easier to figure out what exactly wasn't right, for as he would step through the doors he would find a man in a tattered red cloak sitting in his chair, behind his desk. The man was silent as the Neimoidian opened the door, but a hand did raise up to pull the bathrobe clad being into the office and slam the door behind him.

Once the door shut, the cloaked figure would stand, a smile forming on the visible red lips below the hood. "Ah, Viceroy. I had been waiting for some time, but I suppose that was because you had chosen to freshen up for me. I appreciate that." Despite how the Assassin seemed, his tone was kind. Inviting. Krest had come to make a deal.

 

[Herr Vanderhing]

The Viceroy limped through his hallways, his walk always looked like a waddle and less like a walk because of this limp. He eventually reached his office and creaked the door open and limped inside, only to be pulled further in by a cloaked figure. The Viceroy became startled and stumbled bacwards in fear and scurried backwards away from the figure. A look of fear riddled his face as he began shout his outrage

"W-W-What is the meaning of this?!?! Do you know who I am?!?!?! I am, Viceroy Herr Vanderhing, and I suggest you leave or you will pay!!!! DEARLY!!!!"

Vanderhing anounced, he was a much more bold Neimoidian then his bretherin but it was still obvious the Viceroy was terrified. 'How could someone have broken into my citadel?!?!......... He-he's going to kill me..... I know it!!! I can't allow this, there must be something I can do.......' All these thoughts buzzed in his head as leaned back against the wall to try and escape the robed figure

[member="Krest"]

 

[Darth Ferus]

"Oh come now. I know who you are, and I do plan to pay. Rather well." The Sith motioned to a briefcase nestled on the desk before him. A simple wave of a hand caused the case to open, revealing quite a number of credits within. "I have come to make an arrangement with you Viceroy, not threaten or harm you in anyway. Of course, the nature of my work calls for secrecy. Otherwise, I would have made a proper meeting instead if sneaking around your home and hiding in your office. I ask you to forgive this transgression however, so we can get to business." The Sith was still polite, almost exceedingly so. In truth, he did want the Viceroy to feel comfortable, and he did wish to make a deal. How well of a deal it would be for the Nemodians however was yet to be seen.

 

[Herr Vanderhing]

Vanderhing eyed the darkened figure as he opened a briefcase with a wave of his hand. He put two and two together and assumed that judging by by his choice of clothing, opening of briefcase, and all together breaking and entering..... The figure must be some form of darkside force user, this was upsetting..... He hated force users, especially Sith, he hated Sith with a passion, quite ironic truly because if he was a force user he'd be soaked in the darkside. The Viceroy squinted his eyes in suspicion and stood up, limping slowly towards the credits. He scooped his hand into the briefcase then poured credits back into it. The Viceroy eyed the credits then looked at the figure in his office.

"How many credits are in here?....." The Viceroy asked. His tone was calmer, though his voice was still shakey (though it was shakey more often then not anyway). Soon after he turned to fully face the intruder, a look of annoyance etched into his features (for obvious reasons.... Most would generally be quite upset if someone were to break into their home).

"What sort of deal are you trying to make?......." The Viceroy finally asked

[member="Krest"]

 

[Darth Ferus]

"Only a few, compared to the amount I'm prepared to pay you, [member="Herr Vanderhing"] . I need an army. You and your Trade Federation have that. As such, I'm prepared to pay.. How ever much you'd like. Name your price Viceroy." Krest continued to smile as he watched [member="Herr Vanderhing"] . Money always had a way to make friends in situations that didn't begin so much as friendly.

 

[Herr Vanderhing]

The Viceroy frowned, normally a sinister grin would've appeared scrawled across his face and money signs in his eyes, but the Viceroywas quite insulted over the break in. But still, he saw opportunity and formed a faint smirk. If he was to provide someone with an army, he could make trillions upon trillions of credits so he was intrigued by the offer to say the least. Quite intrigued, though also quite wary, if this individual were in fact a force user then the Viceroy knew he couldn't be trusted, with anything..... In fact if they were to form some form of alliance the Viceroy would have to betray him before he could betray the Viceroy. Vanderhing was used to games like these, these sort of games the Viceroy always came out on top. From the very beginning of his organized crime career to his days in the false CIS to finally becoming the true king of Cato Neimoidia (he never liked the Trade Monarch really) all similar games he assumed would end like this game. So he decided to delve more into this deal that was being offered

"What pre tell, do you need this army for?" He looked at the figures....... Erm..... Rather poor choice of clothing and chuckled "I have doubts that you can actually afford a droid army...... I don't truly think one briefcase of what? How many are in here? About a ten thousand credits I assume? Will be enough to afford you my prices......."

[member="Krest"]

 

[Darth Ferus]

"Oh my dear Viceroy, don't assume ones wealth by ones appearance. It's bad form." A chuckle escaped the Zabrak's lips as he reached over and pressed a button on his wrist. There was a mechanical whine as something came to life, and a small sphere droid floated up from behind the Sith. Without delay the machine moved over to [member="Herr Vanderhing"] 's computer, and began it's hacking sequences.

"The money in that case is actually one hundred thousand credits. Not a down payment mind you, but a gift. You see, I was hoping you and I would become fast friends. But if that's not going to be the case, we can always keep this just business, no?"

 

[Herr Vanderhing]

"You talk of bad form?!?! All you need to find bad form is a mirror!!" The Viceroy anounced, clear disgust over the intruder's apparel. Before the Viceroy knew it, the intruder summoned up a small droid. The droid went over to the Viceroy's computer and began to hack into it. The Viceroy yelled out a protest and called for guards "Hey!!! What do you think you're doing?!?! GUARDS!!!! GUARDS!!! HELP!!!" He shouted

Within the computer wasn't really much dirt on the Viceroy, he generally did a good job at tying up loose ends and such. But, what was in the computer were a few bribes given out to corrupt politicians, evidence of slavery, and most damning of all for him..... The location of his beloved mother. The Viceroy had travel schedules laid out for every week for different locations for the mother to stay for her own safety. The Viceroy had many enemies that would harm her. It wasn't the schedule really that would be a problem, the Viceriy could make up a new one..... It was that the schedule told of where the elderly woman was at this very moment, not far from Vanderhing's compound in a heavily secured hotel suite

[member="Krest"]