Akio Kahoshi
Peace through Order
A lone man stood in the empty antechamber of the Inquisition's Citadel. Not long ago men and women had called this building home. Now it stood empty, well empty except for his own presence.
It had been his plan that set this in motion, his order. The result had been unexpected, but that was a mess for another day. For he had a reason for walking these empty halls. Here he was met with silence, when recently he had been forced to suffer anything but. Galactic Emperor Akio Kahoshi, Emperor of Atrisia (though perhaps former Emperor was more accurate for the moment), had developed a problem.
Akio was sitting in his throne room, dealing with the typical day to day happenings of his Empire. It was always loud during a session, but today it seemed louder. As if everyone in the room was shouting directly at him. As they day went on a headache grew until he could stand it no longer. Calling an early end to the day he retired to his personal office. However the voices did not go away. They were indistinct, like catching parts of conversations while walking down a busy street. However there was no one nearby talking.
Naturally at first the Emperor had thought he was losing his mind. It did not take him long to realize that the voices each had an owner. That they followed his subjects as they came and went. With some disbelief Akio had been forced to acknowledge that there was another culprit besides his own madness. The blood of his father, the blood of a Jedi Master, had apparently decided to manifest itself at last.
In a culture ruled by fear of Jedi and Sith, an Emperor with uncontrolled Force abilities would be disastrous. Which was why he now walked these silent halls, waiting.
It had been his plan that set this in motion, his order. The result had been unexpected, but that was a mess for another day. For he had a reason for walking these empty halls. Here he was met with silence, when recently he had been forced to suffer anything but. Galactic Emperor Akio Kahoshi, Emperor of Atrisia (though perhaps former Emperor was more accurate for the moment), had developed a problem.
Akio was sitting in his throne room, dealing with the typical day to day happenings of his Empire. It was always loud during a session, but today it seemed louder. As if everyone in the room was shouting directly at him. As they day went on a headache grew until he could stand it no longer. Calling an early end to the day he retired to his personal office. However the voices did not go away. They were indistinct, like catching parts of conversations while walking down a busy street. However there was no one nearby talking.
Naturally at first the Emperor had thought he was losing his mind. It did not take him long to realize that the voices each had an owner. That they followed his subjects as they came and went. With some disbelief Akio had been forced to acknowledge that there was another culprit besides his own madness. The blood of his father, the blood of a Jedi Master, had apparently decided to manifest itself at last.
In a culture ruled by fear of Jedi and Sith, an Emperor with uncontrolled Force abilities would be disastrous. Which was why he now walked these silent halls, waiting.