Saturday Night Role-Play: Conflict on Morje

[Tefka]

Saturday Night Role-Play​

Conflict on Morje​

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During the course of its expeditionary missions throughout the galaxy, the Sith Empire stumbles across the peaceful, primative world known as Morje. For eons, the planet has remained blissfully ignorant of the presence of other worlds; an ignorance that the Sith seek to take advantage of. Upon landing upon one of the few islands present upon the oceanic world, the Imperial scouts come into contact with members of the Kral'jica, planet Morje's native species. This particular group of Kral'jica was composed of members of Clan Pekel, the largest and most influential of Morje's four great clans (Clan Pekel, Clan Denko, Clan Modra, and Clan Zelena). Though the language barrier put a delay upon negotiations, the Sith Empire manages to persuade Clan Pekel into agreeing to allow the ravaging of the planet for materials, blinding the primative clan with promises of technology and progress.

At the same time, intelligence agents of the Galactic Republic have uncovered the Sith Empire's ploy. Shortly thereafter, forces of the Republic arrive en masse to halt the Empire's advances. They too land upon one of the planet's few and far between islands and enter into communication with another of the four great clans: Clan Denko. Jor'si Denko, the grandson of Clan Denko's matriarch and Padawan of the Jedi Order, has been instrumental in communicating the dangers of the Sith Empire to Clan Denko, and through him a bond of trust has been struck between the Republic and the Denko. Now it is a race against time. The Republic must secure the support of the remaining Great Clans and rally them together to contest Clan Pekel while doing all in their power to prevent the Empire from ravaging Morje.

 

[Malok]

Task Force 0108: Morje Orbit

From above, the world known as Morje seemed to be in a state of utter peace. It was a sphere of the most pristine blue, untouched by the taint of factories or mining facilities. This was how the world was, countless millennia prior to its contact with the Sith Empire, and this is how it will remain when the Republic achieved victory over their sworn adversary. According to the intelligence provided by agents strategically planeted within the Empire, the Sith had managed to convince one of the planet's largest clans into allowing mining and other destructive activities to occur upon their peaceful planet. It was deplorable that the Sith would manipulate a primative people in such a manner, and now the arbitors of peace would intervene.

As such, a sizeable force had been amassed from the Republic's various fleets. At the helm of this coalition was the flagship of the Republic's Navy, and symbol of the might of the coalition of worlds: The Justiciar, a Salvation-Class Star Defender. It was flanked by two Preservation-Class Star Defenders, a handful of heavy cruisers, more cruisers, even more frigates, and dozens of corvettes and support vessels. The Republic had showed up en masse, prepared to fight tooth and nail to prevent the Sith from ensnaring the innocent world, and to inflict as much damage as possible upon their fleet.

"Commander," spoke a sharply dressed officer to the Supreme Commander of the Republic, "Our ground forces are amassing for launch. There are already Jedi on the ground. Awaiting your orders."

Supreme Comander Dex Rostu acknowledged the words of the officer with a nod and contemplated their initial moves for a moment. He then began to stride past, his itinerary being that of the hangar. "Get our ground teams moving. Give us cover from the Sith and then raise hell. I want to see Star Destroyers being annihilated every second, am I clear?"

The officer sounded his affirmation and the General headed through the various corridors of the vessel, bound for the hangar. Upon his arrival, he filed into one of the various gunships that were being filled with troopers and gave the signal to lift off. The ship roared to life and jettisoned out of the Justiciar, rocketing through the atmosphere and headed to the world below. Dex had confidence in his Admirals' abilities to lead the Task Force to victory, and if things went south, they would call in the support that was standing by.

It was an estimated two minutes before landing upon the Island the Jedi Padawan known as Jor'si had designated. It was large enough to house a sizable number of troops and would act as their operations base whilst on the planet.

'I sure hope you know what you're doing kid...'

 

[Empress Zelena]

Empress Zelena, of Clan Zelena, waited patiently on the island of Wakiki surrounded by her Royal Guards. The people of the Kral'jica, most importantly her tribe, had mustered here together awaiting the arrival of the Empire and their promise of a tangible "alliance".

She knew not what to expect, but was willing to hear them out. Clan Pekel had already thrown in with the Empire's good graces, and Empress Zelena wasn't one to miss such an opportunity.

 

[Marru Dobal]

Marru Dobal was handpicked from the empires best fighter pilots to escort the empire's ships. She used her comlink to contact the head cruiser "Excuse me, but where are we landing?"

 

[Darth Metus]

"Denko" Island, Morje

Although this day was literally the first time Jor'si Denko had set foot upon the world from which his father originated, the young Jedi was fully aware of its people, customs, and a general lay of the land. He had his father's stories to thank for that, which had come from his grandfather's many years stranded upon the very island Jor'si now treaded upon. In the brief span of time that he was here, the Jedi Padawan had managed to reach out to his grandmother, the now-Matriarch of Clan Denko. The union of grandson and grandmother was indeed touching and the young man wished to high heaven that their meeting could have been under better circumstances. Nonetheless, he promised her that, upon the conclusion of the day's battles, that he would tarry upon the world and get to know her better; a promise she delighted in.

Unlike the other clans that populated the world, Clan Denko had a basic understanding of Galactic Basic. That was also due to the stranded grandfather of Jor'si Denko, who instructed his Kral'jica wife in Galactic Basic, who in turn instructed the entirety of her clan. Sure, their words were broken and their accent was laughable, but they could easily communicate with the soldiers who would work alongside them to assure the freedom of the planet continued. Jor'si revelled in this fact, since even protocol droids could not decipher the language of the Kral'jica since it had never been translated before. Sure, the Sith could get their meanings across through the Force, but their insensitive forces would not.

While strolling along the shoreline of the island, watching his grandmother swim about in the shallows anxiously, Jor'si had to admit he was surprised. Though she was thrice his age, or even more, she didn't look a day over twenty! 'Must be something in the water.' He mused to himself, waving her over.

"Grandmama," he said, utilizing the affectionate nickname he had selected for her, "How far away are the other clans from here?" The Matriarch was at his side in less than a single stroke of her fins.

"Few miles from here," she said, "We hurry, stop Zelena from agreeing."

Jor'si nodded and shouted out to the Jedi who had accompanied him to the planet's surface. "I'm going to go on ahead, keep tabs on my coordinates and direct the ground forces to the Island when they land. This is going to get heated..." With that said, the Padawan snapped a breathing mask over his lips and dove into the water, his grandmother swimming up alongside him. She gripped his wrist and kicked off, blazing through the waters at a speed that no human could hope to achieve. As they swam, a congregation of Kral'jica schooled up with them, other members of Clan Denko to show their support. They would arrive shortly and Jor'si hoped they weren't too late.

 

[Malok]

Morje Orbit

Ned Rostu was aboard one of the Preservation-Class Star Defenders that had crossed the galaxy in order to aide in the halting of the Sith Empire's attempted seizure of the innocent world. He, a member of the Republic's Elite Commandos, had a squad of nine under his direct command at all times. However, this day, he had an entire gunship of ninety at his disposal. "Lock and load!" He called to his troops as their vessel launched from the Star Defender and entered atmosphere.

"Sir, we've been patched the coordinates of that Denko Padawan, he's heading to the Imperial rendezvous." Said the pilot of their ship, awaiting Ned's command. "Adjust our heading that way. We'll meet those damn Sith head on." The Pilot gave the Commando a thumbs up and veered slightly away from the congregation of gunships that had entered the atmosphere, heading in the direction of the Jedi Padawan.

"Looks like we'll be there in...two minutes tops. Man they can swim!" Exclaimed the pilot.

 

[Malok]

The Justiciar, Bridge

With the exodus of the Supreme Commander, the Admiral had the bridge. He followed his orders to the letter, ordering the Corvettes and various starfighters who had amassed to provide cover while the gunships entered the atmosphere and amassed on the surface. "Get Icebrand and BlackWatch on the line. I want them to go down to the planet's surface and start taking out some of those Imperial ships the moment they enter atmo." He ordered.

Icebrand, a squadron of ace starfighter pilors, and BlackWatch, a squadron of bombers, were immediately dispatched along with the gunships that flooded to the azure world. Once done, the Admiral turned his attention to the mass of Sith vessels that had arrived in order to ravage the planet. The Admiral grit his teeth, he hated the Sith dogs with a fiery passion.

"All ships, open fire!"

At his command, the entirety of the Task Force began to unleash hell upon the Empire's amassed force. Every cannon. Every squadron. Every ship. All the Republic had rained down upon the Empire. They would not falter this day: The Battle of Morje had begun.

 

[Flint Pherson]

Republic Cruiser, Destiny Forward

Newly appointed Captain, Flint Pherson stood on the bridge of the Preservation-Class Star Defender Destiny Forward. Clad in his favorite hard suit, the blue Gungnir Mark I Armor. Painted with his new 'One Star' rank on the chest plate. He held the firing line and ordered his men to fire upon the nearest enemy cruiser vessel. Flanked by twin Assault Frigates, the Destiny Forward was happy to assist in the fireworks.

All her Starfighters had been deployed and all her ground assets had been re-tasked to Army Command for the Ground Assist.

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ooc: edit1: dropping.

 

[Marru Dobal]

Marru heard the blaster fire and turned her starfighter around to engage the enemy. "If @Moridin had succeeded on coruscant we wouldn't have to deal with these coruscanti scum." She said under her breath.

 

[Norman Kingsly]

Norman watched with growing anxiety as the Republic battleforce moved to engage the Sith Armada, and his own flagship, the Preservation-Class Star Defender, the Fist of Justice, unleashed a swarm of fighters and bombers which roared to meet the Sith's own fighters. He finally let a sigh out, not realizing he'd been holding his breath for what seemed like ages as a thick stream of tactical data flowed to him by a swarm of Ensigns and Officers. He hated this, but he had to wait just a bit longer before he himself would be deployed to the planet to aid the Supreme Commander. Finally, the signal was given and Norman made his way to the expansive hangerbay of the Defender, and boarded a Independence-class Gunship which roared out of the hanger and strafed down towards the shining blue marble that is Morje.

Norman's Gunship entered the atmosphere and skimmed along the shimmering blue waters of the oceans, heading towards the Island Commander Dex had designated as base command for the Republic. Suddenly, the Gunship's left wing exploded into fire and shrapnel as they were suddenly assaulted by a band of Imperial Troopers and was forced to make a emergency landing on a sandbar that was sticking up through the water. From the wreckage poured out squads of Republic troopers that opened fire on the larger Imperial force that had shot them down. Norman himself emerged and aided his soldiers in defending his crashed position. He commed in with the Commander about his dire situation, "Been shot down, coordinates latitude 72, longitude 45, need immediate assistance! Repeat, pinned down by Imperial forces!" He desperately hoped that rescue would come quick, otherwise the lives of these brave soldiers would be wasted in vain.

 

[Tefka]

The Justiciar, Bridge

Teferi stood quietly, some several feet from General Dex, his eyes closed, both hands on his cane. His mind was turned towards the battlegroup out in the dark void of space, focusing on allowing the fighters, the pilots, the other strike forces of the Republic to work better together. Five hundred years the Grandmaster had lived - long enough to train towards allowing better coordination for a battlegroup's forces. Though his melding of the Force was not as strong as someone who was born with the ability to perform Battle Meditation, Teferi's exceptional techniques were quite enough to nudge the Republic's particular skillset.

Two Jedi Padawans stood nearby, shushing any who approached before they disturbed the Jedi Master.

 

[Daxton Bane]

Clad in a new deep purple aquatic armor designed for fighting in the depths of this planet, Daxton arrived on the isle of Wakiki with a division of Sith commandos in hundreds of shuttle carriers. As the soldiers disembarked, they formed a defensive line around the space port while the Sith apprentice went to the palace of the clan wave mistress. Accompanying him were two droids carrying a large locked chest and the interpreter that clan Pekel had sent.

Although he had received reports that the Republic was also here along with the Jedi, the apprentice wasn't worried in the least. The Sith were counting on the Republic making their presence felt, it was a requirement to the plan that he was about to unleash.

Upon arriving at the royal chamber, he bowed low to show respect to the ruler of this place and said through the interpreter. "Greetings Empress Zelena from the Sith Empire. I have come bearing gifts of friendship and peace in the hope of starting an alliance between your clan and our forces." With a gesture the droids approached and opened the chest to reveal a stunning necklace made of Bothan Glitterstone, Self illuminating sein jewels and a pulsing pale white 'moonstone'.

"As you can see, we can be very generous to our allies. The Sith wish to establish mineral and medical tech rights with your clan similar with that which have with Clan Pekel. This would allow your people access to modern technology and trade between our member worlds."

"However, as I am sure you are aware. The other clans, most notably Clan Denko, would prefer to keep your people in darkness and ignorance. They have even sought the aid of the Republic and their vile enforcers the Jedi to do their bidding. Even as we speak, Republic and Jedi forces are amassing troops to strike at the other clans and wipe them out leaving only Clan Denko in the position of power."

"Fortunately the Sith are in a position to prevent this tragedy. Will you join us in an alliance to protect your world against the evil Alliance or will you simply wait for them to descent like wolves and enslave your people?" As he spoke Daxton allowed the natural fear and pride do his work for him. No one liked to be oppressed, and the Sith offered so much in return.

 

[Darth Metus]

It wasn't shortly after the arrival of the Sith apprentice that Jor'si and the Matriarch of Clan Denko entered the Throne Room. They were only accompanied by the supporters of Clan Denko, as the Republic forces had not arrived upon their position just yet. They had managed to slip into the Throne Room undetected through utilizing passages that originated under the water. When Jor'si saw the Sith who was knelt before the Empress, a snarl escaped him. It was none other than the man he had encountered upon the Chiss world. 'Well what a surprise, the shady jerk turned out to be a Sith.' He thought to himself.

The Matriarch stepped forward and performed an intricate combination of hand movements before finishing with a bow: the traditional greeting of the Matriarchs of Clans. Clan Denko and Clan Zelena had been longtime friends, and the Empress had even grown up together with the Matriarch. It was one of the factors the Matriarch was hoping to rely on in order to get the truth of the matter across. Before she addressed her old friend, she uttered a solemn command in their native tongue, a word that even Jor'si could not translate into direct Basic. It's meaning was some combination of "silence, confidential, and urgent" and was directed at all the Kral'jica present. The response was universal, the Kral'jica all, Denko, Zelena, and Pekel alike, turned their backs on the two nobles and symbolically covered their ears: they would not hear the content of their conversation.

Jor'si and the Matriach then stepped forward, with the Matriach confidently placing a hand upon her old friend's shoulder. The Padawan stopped before the Sith, sizing the man up. He figured that he wouldn't attack, as he was attempting to rally the support of the Clan and would no doubt try to make the Republic seem like the bad guys. Meanwhile, the Matriarch began to address her friend in a hushed, swift tone, speaking in their native tongue so quietly that only Zelena would possibly be able to hear. The Matriarch did not wish to risk the chance of the enemy twisting her words. Her speech ended with a single word: "Sith'ukrasti", one that echoed across the room.

The Kral'jica were very territorial by nature, and any perceived threat to that which is theirs was always met with fierce protection. The word "ukrasti" meant something along the lines of thief, and was attached to the word Sith denoting their intention to take everything away from them. It was a serious accusation, one that was always met with force first rather than reason. It was simple accusations like this that often caused wars between the Clans, and friends and loved ones were always believed over mere others. The Matriarch was the Empress' friend and would never lead her astray, even now.

In response to the simple word, not only were the members of Clan Denko uttering growls of anger towards the knelt Sith, but the members of Clan Zelena as well. They knew what the accusation meant and had fought many wars based upon it. The old ways, the only ways, would not perish this day.

"Oi, Sith'ukrasti, you've got one chance to leave this planet...Or it's not going to end well for you. You see, the Clans don't take kindly to liars or thieves...and you happen to be one." Jor'si spoke confidently, making sure to utilize the word of his grandmother to inspire even more anger towards the knelt outsider. The Sith, though protected by his own units, would most likely have his hands tied then. If he attacked the Denko, then he'd be interpreted as an enemy. And if he dare approach the conversing Matriarchs, while under accusation, he'd be interpreted as an enemy. The Sith would be stuck between a rock and a hard place..

 

[Malok]

"Sir, we've got a distress call coming in from General Kingsly! His gunship went down and he's pinned down by enemy forces!" Shouted the pilot to Ned. The young Commando gritted his teeth. On one hand, the Denko-Padawan was going to need backup at some point...yet the General was in a dire predicament. They were closest to the crash site and could offer cover fire until an evac was available to get the General and his soldiers out of there. Afterwards, Ned and his team could proceed and back up the Jedi.

"Bring us about, get us headed to the General's position!" He said urgently. The pilot complied and the gunship changed heading, flying off to get to the General at top speed.

"General, this is Commander Ned Rostu, we're on our way to offer assistance."

 

[Daxton Bane]

Rising to his feet, Daxton turned his mirrored helm in the direction of the man who spoke. He could not have asked for a more welcome attack than this, so much that if the other man could see, then it would see the feral smile on Daxton's lips. Speaking through his interpreter, he replied. "I am merely a diplomat sent on behalf of the Sith to offer trade and mutual protection against the vile predations of your Republic. We came because on the invitation of Empress Zelena to discuss matters which are none of your concern."

"Clan Pekel has seen the benefits of joining in an alliance with us, and so we offer the self same offer to Clan Zelena. Yet you fear that this would take away the advantage your forces are putting on this world. You lay on me the charge of lying. Yet, wasn't what i said true?''

One of the droids snapped forward to display a screen showing the space above the planet occupied by a sizeable force had been amassed from the Republic's various fleets. At the helm of this coalition was the flagship of the Republic's Navy, and symbol of the might of the coalition of worlds: The Justiciar, a Salvation-Class Star Defender. It was flanked by two Preservation-Class Star Defenders, a handful of heavy cruisers, more cruisers, even more frigates, and dozens of corvettes and support vessels. The Republic had showed up en masse, prepared to fight tooth and nail but with no one to fight.

"Isn't that the Republic Invasion forces orbiting right now? Isn't it true that right at this moment you are unloading troops and supplies for your prepared push to seize these world by force? There are no Sith Capital ships orbiting the planet's space. Save for the troops requested by Clan Pekel for their defense, the only other group are my escort to protect the diplomatic mission of the Sith."

"You accuse us of being thieves. Do you invite a thief into your own home? No you do not. In fact, let me remind your Grace, we came at your invitation. Unlike those who come sneaking like snakes where they are uninvited and poisonous words filled with lies."

Turning to the young jedi, he points an accusing finger. "You are the liar and the scoundrel. You want to forment war to oppress the other clans with your massive space fleet. It is clear that the Jedi and Clan Denko do not wish any of the clans to align with us because it will interfere with their conquest of this world."

 

[Darth Metus]

It was then that Jor'si delved into the small small amount of vocabulary he had gleaned from his grandmother, and began speaking in the tongue of of the Kral'jica. He did not even bother acknowledging the accusations of the Sith and instead came to a humble kneel before the Empress. "Your grace," he began, taking his time to be sure that he spoke the words correctly. He also spoke softly, just audible enough for the Empress to hear. His head bowed in reverence and respect as well.

"Allow me to share with you a simple truth. These Sith, liars, thieves, and murderers, they come to your world with promises and trinkets, yet they seek nothing more than to take from you all that is yours. I am nothing more than a child of Clan Denko, a lost son who had been exposed to the darkness of the galaxy. The worlds of the galaxy are sordid, clouded with filth and desolation. I seek, and my friends of the Republic seek, only to preserve what Morje is: free and untainted by the hands of those who would seek to ravage the world and take from it its beauty."

He motioned to the screen projected by the droid and continued. "These are my family, my brothers and sisters of the Republic Clan. We came here because we were first attacked by the Sith on our home, Coruscant. Unprovoked, they broke into our home and slaughtered many of our people. We banded together so that we may protect you from the same fate...Do you see that large vessel right there? The largest ship of them all? That is called a Star Defender, it is designed to protect the world, not invade it. My brothers and sisters are here so that Morje can remained untainted, so that the Kral'jica remain free and the waters pristine. The Sith bear only lies...look around you, your Grace, see how many of us are here? A handful, a small shallow number. On a whim, you could claim both my life and the life of my grandmother, for we are at your mercy. We seek only peace and to preserve the world's freedom...And to prove my words are true, at your command, we will leave this world.."

It was then that the Matriarch joined by her son's side, speaking softly once more as well. "Zelena, you and I were the closest of friends. We still are to this day, and you have never turned me away from your door. Many days, you surprise me with your presence, and I do the same. We are friends and I would never lie to you, nor would I attempt to rule the planet. You know me, better than anyone else in the world. If no one else, you can trust in me, your dear and close friend, your sister in heart. You can trust the words I say, and the words of my grandson. I would never harm you, nor seek to harm your Clan....and you know as well as I why Clan Pekel conspired with these thieves. For years, our Clans, Denko, Zelena, and Modra, have joined together and faced them and they could never defeat us. Now they have allies from the stars...I know why you invited this man here, you wanted to be certain that they would not simply aide Pekel in the taking of all that is ours. They will not, for we have friends."

She too motioned to the screen, a smile forming upon her face. "This is not a force to invade the world, if it were, why would I come with my grandson and not an army? Why are there not soldiers and robots here, on your island and home, like there are of the visitors. They are attacking the vessels of the Sith, fighting them and only them. They seek no quarrel with us, they seek to protect us, and once they have removed the Sith from our world, they will leave us alone and return from whence they came. There is no plan on conquest my dear friend, of this you can be sure. Trust me as you always have, remove this liar from your palace at once.."

 

[Daxton Bane]

"Caught in the web of your own lies Jedi." Daxton replied, "Protect this world? That is a big pile of wampa extract. Why don't you tell them the truth? That fleet is enough to level every city willing to resist the machinations of the Republic, the Jedi and Clan Denko. The Sith ships you attacked, and I repeat attacked without provocation were coming to the aid of Clan Pekel. Clan Pekel who sought our aid and friendship. Attacking without warning hardly bodes well for their so called peaceful intentions."

"The Jedi and Republic came guns blazing. Blasting everything in their path, in blatant disregard for life, rights or property. When we're gone what is going to stand between them and your total enslavement? Nothing."

"This young pup talks about Corsucant. What does that have to do with Morje? Ask yourself what has Corsucant done for you, for any of you? As far as they are concerned this planet could remain a isolated backwater, forgotten by all. The Sith want to aid your people. To bring you to the stars. To offer you opportunities and wonders you have never seen before."

"He claims that they are a handful. Jedi assassins could kill everyone in this room with a mere handful. The fact remains. They weren't invited. They are the interlopers, they are the intruders. They come with their lies and poisons to lull your guard. Even as we speak, their fleet is planning to bombard your island into rubble. If this were not true, I challenge the Jedi, prove your telling the truth. Vacate the space above planet Morje and show them that the Republic still remembers what it means to have honor."

Daxton knew that the Jedi couldn't move the fleet if he wanted to. That would only solidify his claim that the Republic had evil plans for this world.

 

[Darth Metus]

"...You do realize that by 'taking them to the stars' you'd be doing more harm than good, right? The Kral'jica are a highly aquatic race, they depend upon the ocean. How many oceanic worlds are there in Sith Space? In Republic Space? Inspiring them to move away from their homeworld would do so much more harm then good. Furthermore, this planet has never been exposed to the diseases that have ravaged and are currently ravaging the galaxy right now. It's speculated that our generations have built up an immunity to the Gulag Virus of old, but this planet has been uncharted up until very recently. Can you only IMAGINE the death toll that would arise from large-scale planetary interaction?!"

Jor'si boldly addressed the Sith, ascending to his feet and folding his arms across his chest. "Furthermore, as I said to her Grace, if she wishes it, I'd be more than happy to have the Republic forces pull back. We'd require a small amount of time to collect our supplies and we'd be off...And let's not forget, if this was truly a peaceful, trade operation, then why are there Cruisers from the Sith Empire spewing starfighters into the planet's atmosphere? For such a peaceful mission, you to brought enough firepower to level cities. Furthermore, there's only one of me and several Kral'jica. If you knew anything about my species, you'd know that I'd be fried the moment I reach for my lightsaber. I'm no assassin, the Jedi don't have assassins, that's a Sith development."

Little did the Sith know that Jor'si was running point on this mission. The diplomacy depended upon his actions and if he needed the fleet to pull back in order for peace to be accomplished, then so be it.

 

[Daxton Bane]

"Who are you to decide for an entire species? You who are not even female. And Jedi at that." Daxton made it seem as if being a Jedi was foul and despicable. "Who said anything about moving them from their homeworld? It was from you that very idea came from. You tipped you're hand, you clearly want to remove these peaceful people for your own vile purposes. I said we offer trade and protection. In exchange for mineral and medical tech we offer trade goods from planets all over the Sith Empire. We are seeking to learn more efficient ways to reduce mortality and sickness throughout our allied worlds and we are asking you to be part of it."

"Not an assassin? That is a laugh. Who else but a Jedi Assassin would carry a weapon into a diplomatic meeting." As if to emphasize his point, Daxton raised his armored hands to show that he wasn't armed in any way. Seemingly content in the protection of the word of Clan Zelena's protection, although nothing could be farther from the truth.

Then as deliberate barb he asked, "Tell me Jedi why did you have to steal the corpse of the old man? Wasn't it enough that you murdered him in cold blood? Did you really have to defile his body like a worthless sack of meat?" Daxton couldn't be certain of his accusation, for all he knew one of the other sith could have done it, but the Sith Apprentice never was one to let the truth get in the way of a good insult.

 

[Daxton Bane]

Before the young Jedi could reply, Daxton turned to the clan leader and bowed low once more. "On behalf of the Sith Empire, I apologize for having to expose you to the unpleasantness of the Republic and their rabid dogs the Jedi. Keep our gift as token of goodwill. Should you reconsider our offer, I humbly be at your service. Until that day, your Graces."

Rising up, he deliberately turned his back to the Jedi, taunting him to strike and walked out of the room accompanied by the interpreter and two droids. Today was a lost, but not a total loss, he had planted the seeds of doubt and suspicion in their minds as well as gotten a lot of good footage that they could use later. This wasn't the last the Republic and the damned Jedi would hear of this........