Kruel Zing
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Sitting upon his newly minted throne on the world of Arkania, Kruel nodded his head to the beat of the music played by the band of Biths in the corner. It was a classic, something that he had personally asked of them to play. With a sharp screech one of the Bith’s misplayed their instrument. The mistake was amplified by the speakers that amplified their music. Concentration now broken and his enjoyment ruined Kruel laid his eyes upon the biths the crimson orbs burning with a fire that if brought to life would destroy an ordinary being. But he had a better idea, a more fitting fate for the Bith. With no warning Kruel crushed the individuals’ hands around the hydroharp. The Bith screamed out in agony as his hands were crushed into a bloody pulp till nothing remained but the stumps where the hands had once been. “If you can’t play your instrument correctly you will never play one again.”
Lifting his goblet Kruel ignored the cries of the injured Bith and glared down at his compatriots. “What are you waiting for? Finish playing!” The Dashade shouted a heavy fist hitting the throne. Post haste the Bith’s began playing the music more rushed than it had been before and this time not a single note was missed.
Behind Kruel he heard approaching footsteps, without even looking over his shoulder the Sith Lord spoke. He need not turn around, only those loyal to him remained in this praxeum. “My Lord there was an unidentifiable vehicle that just pulled into our docks. Currently our agents have boarded and are rounding up the travelers. The symbols on the ship suggest a possible relation to the Republic.”
“The Republic is dead my boy, but anyways bring those aboard the vessel to me. I shall determine their fate and worth. If they prove themselves to be worthy their numbers will swell our ranks further than they already have over the past months. If not… Then send them to the kitchens, I needed a meal anyways.”
“Yes, my Lord.” The Sith acolyte said with a bow and turned to leave.
“Before you leave my child do see to our Bith guest. He will be needing a new set of hands if he ever hopes to join his compatriots again. Since I’m in such a generous mood I’ll be giving him a second chance.”
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Lifting his goblet Kruel ignored the cries of the injured Bith and glared down at his compatriots. “What are you waiting for? Finish playing!” The Dashade shouted a heavy fist hitting the throne. Post haste the Bith’s began playing the music more rushed than it had been before and this time not a single note was missed.
Behind Kruel he heard approaching footsteps, without even looking over his shoulder the Sith Lord spoke. He need not turn around, only those loyal to him remained in this praxeum. “My Lord there was an unidentifiable vehicle that just pulled into our docks. Currently our agents have boarded and are rounding up the travelers. The symbols on the ship suggest a possible relation to the Republic.”
“The Republic is dead my boy, but anyways bring those aboard the vessel to me. I shall determine their fate and worth. If they prove themselves to be worthy their numbers will swell our ranks further than they already have over the past months. If not… Then send them to the kitchens, I needed a meal anyways.”
“Yes, my Lord.” The Sith acolyte said with a bow and turned to leave.
“Before you leave my child do see to our Bith guest. He will be needing a new set of hands if he ever hopes to join his compatriots again. Since I’m in such a generous mood I’ll be giving him a second chance.”
[member="Ravella Liin"]
