All Employees Must Wash Their Hands

[Tefka]

[member="Darth Mierin"] [member="Darth Junra"]

Tsavong sat on the couch watching his Villip High Def Entertainment Center as a buzz rang on his Villipcom in the top floor of Titan Industries.

"Who is it?"

"The Hand approaches," came a voice that definitely wasn't Quagglokulondingdong's voice, his newest secretary. Tsavong recognized that voice. It was Darth Mierin, the woman who he had made fun of several times during their time together when developing materials for their newest ships that he hadn't finished developing yet due to his other duties in life. The beast sighed, flipping the channels and nursing his arms. He had been regrowing new Myrshavong attachments and while they had grafted on quite nicely due to his excellent shapers, they were discolored and sore.

It had been weeks since Alderaan, nearly a month. The man was tired, and the last person he wanted to see was [member="Darth Mierin"].

She always came off as snotty and sooooo boring.

 

[J3C0]

Mierin walked through the halls at a quick pace, he boots clicked and the servos of her cybernetic leg whirred slightly as she walked. Her hands were clenched into fists, and her the metal pads of her fingers seem to grate against themselves slightly as she moved.

There was anger within the Sith Pureblood, anger that had been present since the battle of Alderaan.

That fight had been a triumphant day for the One Sith, a triumphant day for Mierin herself. She had slain not one, but two Jedi Councilors, an accomplishment that many Sith would never be able to claim. Yet it had come at a cost, the loss of both her arm, and her leg. The pain she had felt when the Ithorian had used his accursed pollen, the hurt as the armor had seized up and crushed her limbs had been something undefinable.

Now she would get her reckoning.

She needed to have a conversation with the Vong creature, the one that bred the armor that had caused her so much woe. Her boots clicked slightly, until finally she entered the room with Tsavong in it. “We must speak, creature.”

 

[Soeht]

Traveling with [member="Darth Mierin"] that day, Daella stood next to the Hand as she approached [member="Tsavong Kraal"]'s domain. Despite both being Voices of the Dark Lord, Darth Junra and Tsavong never had the opportunity to personally meet each other outside of the brief moments within a battle. This stood in contrast with many of the other Voices of the Dark Lord - which Darth Junra had at least some of a personal rapport with them.

Next to Darth Mierin, Darth Junra remained silent. Her cold eyes were glued to the Yuuzhan Vong. Her expression remained unmoving at the sight of the monster.

 

[Tefka]

[member="Darth Mierin"] [member="Darth Junra"]

"Nah, I'm tired."

He had been a bit hungover, constantly inebriated since the battle. The behemoth hadn't slept right since his run in with that man with the stoic, unmoving mask that followed him to the depths of Hell. That and the fact that Yun-Amon constantly plagued him with visions, both bad and good. Or maybe it was Yun-Amon. Maybe it was just the spice.

Either way, Tsavong was in no mood to talk today.

"And what is she doing here?"

He said, pointing to [member="Darth Junra"] without looking, constantly flipping the channels through his Villip HDEC, using his Vii Remote.

On a side note, the chamber of Tsavong within the TITAN TOWER was very civilian looking, as there was only one Yuuzhan Vong biot located within the whole room, just above his desk.

 

[Soeht]

Just after [member="Tsavong Kraal"] asked his question, Daella blinked several times. The rest of her face remained still for several seconds. She kept her eyes on the Yuuzhan Vong. Thoughts ran through her mind - yet her response was uncharacteristically slow.

After what would seem to be a while, Darth Junra finally replied, "It is my Master's will to make Darth Mierin's request a reality. I will do all that I can to make it so."

 

[J3C0]

Mierin didn't stall.

She would not be denied. With a single swipe of her hand Mierin pulled at the couch with the force. In a singular act, all of the wooden struts that held the piece of furniture together simply came loose. She tore apart the piece of furniture with simple pinpricks of the force, breaking it in order to catch the Yuuzhan Vongs attention.

“I lost my arm because of you.” Mierin said flatly, her hand lowering back to her side.

Sadly she could not kill the creature in retribution, though she would eventually have her vengeance.

 

[Soeht]

Due to [member="Darth Mierin"]'s tantrum, Daella's eyes finally deviated from [member="Tsavong Kraal"]'s face. She looked at the couch as it was torn asunder. Darth Junra said nothing about the destruction. Yet, her lack of any expression because of Darth Mierin's outburst did not show any approval of it either.

After a few moments of looking at the broken couch, Daella looked back to Tsavong and awaited his response.

 

[Tefka]

Tsavong roared, rearing to his feet after his favorite couch was destroyed and quickly approaching the Hand of the Dark Lord. His loyalty was the Yun-Amon, not these... scum, these inbred warriors of some mystical power. He towered over the diminutive women, his sore arms coming out of their slings and his claws and fangs bared.

"HOW DARE YOU."

He looked down at her new "arm". The Tyrant raised his own in protest.

"Leave now, before I tear off the other one and use it as a toothpick."

Adrenaline pumping, rage emblazoned, the Tyrant knew better than to strike a Hand. He turned his back to them both and left to go pick up his Vii Remote amid the rubble of his couch.

 

[Soeht]

As [member="Tsavong Kraal"] stood up in an apparent rage, Daella's right arm moved behind her. She wore a dark brown tunic. An obsidian black lightsaber was securely clipped to her belt near the back of her right hip.

Then as Tsavong turned around and walked away from [member="Darth Mierin"], Daella's hand returned to a relaxed position.

"Bafforr pollen," said Daella just as Tsavong would have been in position to pick up the remote, "It appears the armor you're supplying Sith forces has an adverse reaction to it."

 

[J3C0]

Part of her had been tempted to kick the creature in the knee and break his leg, it would have been the just thing to do, an eye for an eye and all that. Yet she did not. Mierin had more restraint than that and somehow she managed from breaking the creature completely, though she was not yet done with her punishment of him.

She called his Vii mote to the palm of her hand. Clawing it away from him.

“You will fix this.” Mierin commanded after Daella spoke.

 

[Tefka]

Tsavong pulled out a second Vii remote and began to play Vii Tennis on his Villip Entertainment Center, ignoring [member="Darth Mierin"].

Bafforr pollen...

Where have I heard of this before?

The concept seemed completely lost on the Yuuzhan Vong and he pressed pause on his controller before turning to [member="Darth Junra"] once more. He shrugged, but looked interested.

"What sort of reaction?"

 

[J3C0]

“The Creature swelled, crushing my arm and leg as soon as it contacted with a robe worn by an Ithorian.” She hissed, crushing the first Vii mote in her hand. “It didn't take me long to surmise that his clothes had been covered in Baffor Pollen.”

That had actually been quite easy to figure out given that the alien had actually stated as such. Of course in her rage at the time she had ignored it, simply wanting to kill anything and everything around her. Looking back it had been quite simple to remember the Ithorian actually speaking the cause. Days ago she had made a mental note to destroy Ithor.

The Pollen would likely be reproduced somehow of course, but the Ithorians had to pay for their tresspasses.