Character
Harnaidan, Muunilist, Late Evening
Darth Sibilus
Not everyone was asleep in Harnaidan. Some enterprising Muun were burning the proverbial midnight oil. Anything to get ahead in such a competitive society. Maro Dansk was awake too with the same sort of intention.
Except he was trying to hide exactly what he'd done to get ahead. Or rather, to keep afloat. He'd stopped his employer's hearts. Dansk knew he'd done it with the Force. But exactly how was still beyond his understanding.
His erstwhile teacher hadn't been forthcoming with details. Only the theory of how to do certain things. The Muun had always suspected his tutor's claims to be exaggerated. Claims of unknown powers yet to be taught...for a continuing fee.
But the tutelage had become more and more sparse over two years. It was rapidly becoming fanciful tales instead of real knowledge. So the once-Jedi apprentice was disposed of. After Dansk's once-employer had been done in.
He'd envisioned himself crushing the still-beating hearts of his overseer. It'd happened during one day when Maro had been pushed too far. The Executive had begun to question his rising agent. Again and again he would cast his growing aspersions on his newest advisor.
Finally he'd made the mistake of threatening the one thing any Muun treasured. Their reputation. Dansk snapped and fell into a dark rage. He saw himself crushing the cruel hearts of his elder. His right hand had formed a claw without knowing as he leaned in menacingly.
The old Muun's breathing grew ragged as he hunched forward whilst clutching as his chest in pain. But the rage had suffused Dansk. This old fool had refused to listen to his council where every other being had. Sometimes it'd require extra...convincing.
Yet it didn't matter how his proposals functioned...they all were profitable in the end.
Business was no place for morality. So therefore the old one had no place in business. He collapsed forward and his death rattle rang in Maro's ears. The dangers of his actions hadn't become instantly apparent.
The medical examiners had determined it to be heart failure due to old age. But his teacher knew otherwise. Things grew complicated. He'd been willing to expose Dansk if he wasn't well-paid for silence.
But he made a fatal mistake. He'd threatened Maro Dansk.
But that'd been taken care of. Much easier to dispose of a human on Muunilist. Their kind were seen as barely tolerated interlopers to begin with. It'd helped that he'd largely severed ties with the rest of the Galaxy.
Now Maro was here in preparation for his exit from Haraidan. There were other Muun colonies where his resume would gain access to high positions. And such worlds were not deeply connected to Harnaidan society. Where news spread fast with gossip always in it's wake.
He'd wanted to stay but knew he'd already been watched. His meteoric rise in the financial sector had been unsual for a non-clan Muun. They'd not known of his Force-based manipulations then. But who could say where the gossip would lead.
So he'd leave for a time. Perhaps to Mygeeto with it's mining operations. Then he'd make his return. Back into proper society as he deserved.
For now he worked in the dark office by the light of it's computer screens. He was busy deleting anything remotely negative or suspicious about himself from company servers. Law enforcement hadn't yet searched through these files. But his mind was rife with paranoia....
Darth Sibilus
Not everyone was asleep in Harnaidan. Some enterprising Muun were burning the proverbial midnight oil. Anything to get ahead in such a competitive society. Maro Dansk was awake too with the same sort of intention.
Except he was trying to hide exactly what he'd done to get ahead. Or rather, to keep afloat. He'd stopped his employer's hearts. Dansk knew he'd done it with the Force. But exactly how was still beyond his understanding.
His erstwhile teacher hadn't been forthcoming with details. Only the theory of how to do certain things. The Muun had always suspected his tutor's claims to be exaggerated. Claims of unknown powers yet to be taught...for a continuing fee.
But the tutelage had become more and more sparse over two years. It was rapidly becoming fanciful tales instead of real knowledge. So the once-Jedi apprentice was disposed of. After Dansk's once-employer had been done in.
He'd envisioned himself crushing the still-beating hearts of his overseer. It'd happened during one day when Maro had been pushed too far. The Executive had begun to question his rising agent. Again and again he would cast his growing aspersions on his newest advisor.
Finally he'd made the mistake of threatening the one thing any Muun treasured. Their reputation. Dansk snapped and fell into a dark rage. He saw himself crushing the cruel hearts of his elder. His right hand had formed a claw without knowing as he leaned in menacingly.
The old Muun's breathing grew ragged as he hunched forward whilst clutching as his chest in pain. But the rage had suffused Dansk. This old fool had refused to listen to his council where every other being had. Sometimes it'd require extra...convincing.
Yet it didn't matter how his proposals functioned...they all were profitable in the end.
Business was no place for morality. So therefore the old one had no place in business. He collapsed forward and his death rattle rang in Maro's ears. The dangers of his actions hadn't become instantly apparent.
The medical examiners had determined it to be heart failure due to old age. But his teacher knew otherwise. Things grew complicated. He'd been willing to expose Dansk if he wasn't well-paid for silence.
But he made a fatal mistake. He'd threatened Maro Dansk.
But that'd been taken care of. Much easier to dispose of a human on Muunilist. Their kind were seen as barely tolerated interlopers to begin with. It'd helped that he'd largely severed ties with the rest of the Galaxy.
Now Maro was here in preparation for his exit from Haraidan. There were other Muun colonies where his resume would gain access to high positions. And such worlds were not deeply connected to Harnaidan society. Where news spread fast with gossip always in it's wake.
He'd wanted to stay but knew he'd already been watched. His meteoric rise in the financial sector had been unsual for a non-clan Muun. They'd not known of his Force-based manipulations then. But who could say where the gossip would lead.
So he'd leave for a time. Perhaps to Mygeeto with it's mining operations. Then he'd make his return. Back into proper society as he deserved.
For now he worked in the dark office by the light of it's computer screens. He was busy deleting anything remotely negative or suspicious about himself from company servers. Law enforcement hadn't yet searched through these files. But his mind was rife with paranoia....
