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(7.9) Voices of the Mind
(7.9) Voices of the Mind
City of Itsh' osha, Capital City
Mid Rim world of Lorta
July 16th, 1938
“With yet again another attack carried out by the raiding ship, Rächer, the Varl offensive has almost completely stalled. The Rächer has managed to hit the Varl support lines in such a way that the Varl have become forced to deploy more and more ships to the rear areas of their lines giving the Reich fleets a better edge over the Varl. There is not a voice in the Galaxy that can not deny that the Rächer has become the direct cause of the Varl's lack of success in the Abrion Sector.” Voices beckoned from the distant echoes of his mind, Mythis Creel worked carefully soldering circuits together. The part of the fine wooden table where he was working at was covered to protect it while he was working. He had been ignoring the news which was playing from a holoplayer on another nearby table. His mind was was else were. He didn't care about the war, the Varl, the Riech or what ever was going on here. His broken mind echoed of conversations long past. These were the voices of his mind that were at work.
“No dad! Mother didn't leave because of this world. She left because of you. Look around dad! You are doing the same job that your father had done. You are more intelligent than all those you work for. But you have no ambition, no drive. You can be so much more than just so mid level tech working for a studio. But you wont. Nothing will ever change you. You will just exist for the sake of existing. That is not for me dad. Sure, it might be dangerous in joining the Jedi Order. But at least there will be adventure excitement. I would rather die out there, than live one more day wasting my life away here, the way you are!” It was the last words, his eldest son would ever said to him. Mythis, was a different person back then. He was a single father raising two sons after their mother had abandoned them. Jester, was his oldest and a gifted force user. Mythis had done everything possible to keep Jester safe from a ever growing dangerous galaxy. In the end, Jester would still leave.
Several months later, two Jedi Masters came to Mythis' home. “Mr. Creel we regret to inform you that your son Jester Creel had been murdered by unknown attackers. He and his Master were on a routine training mission to Dorin when they were ambushed by five unidentified attackers. Both were killed in the attack. Your son died a heroes death, never once leaving his Master's side. You should be proud of him and his actions. You have our deepest sympathy.” One of the Masters explained during the hour long visit. They talked of how gifted his son was and how proud he should be that his son had followed his dreams. Over and over again, they talked about sympathy, but never mentioned the attackers being brought to justice. Or even the identities of the attackers.
Mythis could not believe that the Great Defenders of the Republic, the mighty Jedi Order could not uncover who had murdered his son. All his life, Mythis spent his days designing and creating works of wonder for the holo industry. Though he never really had a desire to move beyond his mid level supervisor position. Jester was right, he never showed ambition or drive. Mythis had a goal now which was driving him. He took a leave of absence from work and set out to find out who murdered his son. It was on this journey that Mythis was able to unlock his own connection to the Force. Through this, he was able to piece together facts and his own skills allowed him to reach a conclusion that he figured the Jedi had over looked. They would not be too thrilled with his findings, “Mr. Creel, I understand your loss and your feelings. But you can not think that we would be so willing to accept that your son was murdered by a shadow organization that operates in plan sight. If this is true, don't you think we would have noticed them first?”
Mythis tried hard to make the local Jedi Temple see his findings as truth, but they refused to even see him any more after his first ten visits. He stalked different Jedi from the local temple hoping to get them to listen to what he found. Not once, did anyone ever look at the facts he uncovered. They just brushed him off as if he was not important enough to be heard. The Jedi had him arrested several times as he tried to sneak in to the temple to catch a Master and speak with them. He wrote letters to the near by Temples and even to the main Temple on Coruscant. By the end of his six month campaign, he finally did get to speak with a Master. “Mr. Creel, we have been incredible patent with you. I have been ordered by the Jedi Council to demand that you take your fantasies and leave us be. Your son died a heroes death. Your actions are decreasing his memory. Now GO!”
It was not the conversation that he had hoped for. So he decided to take another route to get people to listen. He used his connections within the Holo industry to get his voice heard, hoping that the Jedi would be forced to listen and at least look in to his findings. The night before he was to appear for a interview, he and his youngest son Daron were visited by a man and a woman. “Mr. Creel, it has come to our attention that you are in possession of documents that could help the Republic Intelligence learn more about the murder of your son. We have been investigating the murder outside of the Jedi influence for some time. The Group you are investigating calls themselves the Crusade. They are very dangerous and have even the Jedi scared. This is why the Jedi will not speak with you about them. It is very likely that the Masters which run your local Temple don't even know the truth. It would be best if you allowed us to continue the investigation on your behalf. This way, you and your son are protected from any backlash from the Crusade. It is the best way to protect your surviving son, Mr Creel.”
Mythis wasn't sure if it was the right thing to do or not. But he handed over all of his documents and evidence to the two Intelligence officers and gave his word that he would not pursue this matter any further. They left his home wishing him and his son well. They seemed like a very nice couple and left Mythis with a very pleasant impression during the meeting. For the first time, he actually felt like someone was listening to him. But something kept Mythis awake that night. He had promised to cancel the interview, and hang low for the time being while they continued the investigation. Just till everything blows over and life returns to normal. He laid there throughout the night looking up at his ceiling. In Mythis' heart, he knew that Jester was right. He did lack drive and ambition. He was so easily talked out of doing the interview that Mythis had worked so hard to put together. He remembered what his youngest son told him, “I have never seen you so driven before father. Jester would be so proud of what you are doing.”
It was that memory that drove him to make one of the largest mistakes of his life. He woke up that morning calling his friends and telling them that the interview was still going to happen. He left his son at home to record the interview when it aired, and drove to the studio. There was so much passion and pride in Mythis that he never once considered what he was doing was dangerous. He never once thought that what he was doing would cost him everything he cared about. He walked in to the studio and did the interview. Luckily for him, he had copies of the evidence sent to the studio days ago. At least at the time he thought it was lucky. He talked long and in to details about the group he had discovered. He dared to utter their name in public, he called them the Crusade. He talked about how they had murdered his Jester. He spoke of how the Jedi were scared of them and would not pursue them. It was the most passionate moment of his life and he never felt more alive than in that moment. The interview was recorded for its air time and Mythis went home.
He hoped to catch the whole interview but knew that with traffic he would miss the first half of it. His son would record it for him though. Feeling as if he had won a great personal battle, he arrived home with a spring in his step. It was than when horror crushed his life. His last son, Daron, had been murdered, execution style. The boy's arms and legs were bound with tape and his eyes taped open. It was clear by the blood spray that he was kneeling in front of a picture of his family. A typed letter which read, 'You were warned' was pinned to his bloody shirt. Mythis rushed to the boy's side and cradled his dead son. He ripped the tape from the body in an attempt to make the boy more comfortable. Time seemed to slip away as Mythis held the body sobbing like a child himself. He never once called the police. It was a passer by that heard the cries and called for help.
The studio reported that someone had stolen the interview and evidence right before it was to be aired. The police had leads, but they all pointed to Mythis. It was a nightmare unfolding right before his eyes. He was arrested for the murder of his own son. The media had picked up on the story which was leaked by the police that Mythis would do anything to prove that Jester was murdered by some super villain group. Even murdering his remaining son just to prove the lie. Mythis was found guilty for the murder and sentenced to a mental hospital for treatment. Before the transfer could take place, Mythis was assaulted in the Court house jail cell. His life was ruined as he spent the next six years in the mental ward of the hospital. After six years, Mythis managed to pull off his first of great escapes. During his time in the ward, he learned how to read people. He could read people very well and this was well documented by his doctors. However they underestimated his skill. He was even able to turn some of the staff to help him escape. None of them realized that Mythis was using his Force powers to aid him in his efforts. He had learned to keep them very secret up to this point.
Mythis fled his homeworld and knew that he could never clear his name or bring those who did this to justice. So he decided to take matters in to his own hands. The solution to this whole situation came from Daron's old comics. He would become a super villain and have his revenge on those who were responsible for the death of both of his sons. For Mythis, the blame was thick and wide spread. He blamed the Republic, the Jedi, and the Crusade. For the next five years, he would go to ground and hide. He had to prepare for the war he was about to unleash on all three. During this time he honed his skills and studied his pray. Everything would be prefect for the opening shots. No one would see it coming. His weapon of choice would be poison. The deaths would be clean and pure. Just the way it was meant to be. His first target would be Republic Senator Est'tun, She was his world's Senator and refused to answer his calls or letters. He was the last official he attempted to contact just before the interview. He gave her all the evidence she needed to act. In his eyes, she allowed the Crusade to escape justice by doing nothing. She had to be brought to justice.
During first murders, the Republic Law Enforcement attempted to catch him. However they were completely out matched by him. After the death of Senator Est'tun, Mythis sent warnings of who he was going to target next and when. He found it almost entertaining to watch the LE try to protect the next victim only to fail. The LE didn't even know how the murders were taking place. Just that the targets were being killed. Mythis had to actually spell it out to the ME's as to how to find the poison. He sent a detailed letter of target number four. In that letter he explained how the ME's can find the poison in the body of the victim. In the end, five Senators and three aides would be dead not including a Jedi Master serving on the Jedi Oversight Committee. Prior to Jedi Master Luw's murder, the LE didn't have a clue as to who was committing the murders. Even the mighty Jedi didn't have a clue as to who was responsible for the murders. Something that Mythis took great pride in. Each murder was prefect and despite the fact that he was giving the LE pointers as to how to do their job, he was still besting them.
It wasn't till the murder of Master Luw, that the LE received a tip that pointed the investigation to Mythis. A file from Mythis' past showed up on the desk of the lead investigator. Within that file was all the information on Mythis including his connection to the Force. It was then that the Jedi took over the investigation and set a Hunter team on him. Mythis knew that some how, it was the Crusade that tipped them off. It was no problem though, Mythis had known this would have to happen sooner or later. At one point in time Mythis knew that he and the Jedi would have to cross paths. He had preferred to make that battle when he was ready. But he would adapt to this change in stride. He would lead the Jedi Hunters on a chase across the Galaxy that would become legendary. He knew that his name would live on in Jedi lore for generations to come. His sons would be so proud of what their father had managed to do. He just knew it in his heart.
Never before, did any non-Sith criminal warrant more than one Hunter team. Mythis bested the first time so handedly that the leader of the team retired back to his home Temple on Foerost. He taunted them with letters explaining where he was going and when he would be there. He went in to detail as to what he was going to do there and challenged them to try to stop him. He returned home to murder a Jedi Knight who Mythis discovered had betrayed his son's Master to the Crusade. With the Hunter team attempting to protect the Jedi Knight, Mythis poisoned the entire group. There were rules to his war and Mythis played by this rules to the letter. These hunters would not give a second thought to killing him, to Mythis however, killing them was out of the question. The toxin he choose to best the first team caused them to become ill for weeks. They might have appeared to be on death's doorstep and even wished for death during their illness. However they would recover completely in the end. That is, except for the Knight. His death would be the most painful and time consuming of all. Mythis wanted him to suffer for his act of betrayal.
The second team faired much better. Once more, Mythis found out about the second team and once more told them details of his next target. They downed his craft on a jungle like world in the Mid Rim. They could have left him there to root, but pride drove them to land and hunt down Mythis like an animal. For their leader, capturing Mythis was more important than even the safety of his own team. A lesson that Mythis would teach the experienced Hunter Leader. After leading them on a juggle hunt for over a month, they finally caught Mythis. They caught him taking a nap next to a small stream. Little did any of them know, Mythis had planned his own capture. They discovered that he had been beating them for over a month with primitive weapons in which he was making. Mythis' next victim was an arrogant Lord who had been aiding the Jedi in hunting Mythis down. Mythis knew that the Lord was working closely with the Crusade. However the Lord was too well protected for Mythis to get close. However once he was captured, the Lord demanded to see the would be assassin.
It would be another line that would go down in Mythis' legend. He murdered his intended target while in the custody of the famous Jedi Hunters. Well after his next great escape, the Lord's body was found. A detailed letter discovered by the Jedi told of Mythis' plan right down to being downed over the mid rim world and the amount of time in which he would lead the Hunter Team on their chase. Every detail of his plan to murder the Lord was laid out. What shocked the Jedi the most was the letter had been written long before Mythis left his homeworld and before he murdered the Knight. They attempted to keep this a secret but a second letter written to the media exploded the story. To this day, Mythis never told a soul how he poisoned the Lord. It would be his greatest work of art. The ME's knew that the Lord was some how poisoned, but the actual toxin remained a mystery as did how Mythis managed to get the toxin to the Lord.
Besting yet another Jedi Hunter team made Mythis a household name. Blinding the team leader of the second team just added more infamy to his reputation. Mythis earned himself the nickname of The Viper due to his love of poison. But what truly earned himself the official title of Super Villain was when he raided the Jedi Archives on Coruscant. He took two forbidden Sith Holocrons and a treasure trove of datachips which contained all kinds of data. None of which was really what he was after. He needed his name in the media to draw out the Crusade. He had started his list and completed it. Each name that was linked to the death of his son had been dealt with. Now it was time to take on the Crusade directly. It was time to make them pay for what they had done to him.
His plan was prefect and only needed the Jedi to behave like the hunters they were. The only problem was, one of them didn't. This should have been besting Jedi Hunter team number three. However, everything went wrong when their crazy pilot rammed his own shuttle forcing both ships down. Mythis had barely escaped the crash landing with his life. As his own shuttle was well in to its death spin, he could see the Jedi leaping to safety using their jump packs. A slight oversight on his part, he would later admit. As the two twisted ships spin towards the world below, they hit hard against the side of a mountain and crash landed in a arctic valley. He had planned to ensure that the pilot was dead after such crazy piloting. However....
Mythis smiled as he looked up in to the soft blue light of the holoplayer, “Sometimes things never go as planned.” The image was of Jedi Master Visst and his followers. The second image was of a lone reptilian hunter sneaking in to his 'trap'. “What I don't understand is how they could have simply walked right in to my trap. Well the obvious trap that is. I would think that they were much smarter than that. Maybe I gave them too much credit.”
The sounds of the news cast continues to fill the room, “we just received word that the Republic supported government of Alderaan has voted overwhelmingly to not rejoin the Free Worlds Council and join the Republic directly. This has made the third former Council world to do so. As it stands, the balance of power within the Republic Senate is slowly shifting from the larger central powers like the Free Worlds Council and Shana'duna Assembly to independent worlds. All this comes on the heels of the last major piece of legislation passed by the Chancellor's party. The highly contested law allows independent worlds to leave their current alliances and political groups to join the Republic Directly. The Chancellor defends the law by stating that each world should have the choice to have a larger voice within the Republic or remain within their current governments.”
Mythis was not paying much attention to the broadcast that was filling the room with sound. He rose up from the table with a nod. He looked down the table and saw that everything was in its proper place. He checked his pocket watch and noted the time. If they had stay true to their intentions and did not get distracted, than they should be returning on the hour with the Prince in tow. He looked up and down the table once more. The table was set with the very best the local museum had to offer. Of course it was all stolen. “Well borrowed” Mythis corrected. He knew that the police would recover all of the stolen items in short time. After all, these belonged to the good people of Lorta. He would not stoop to stealing from innocent people. Still, he needed to borrow them for his dinner. His guests were some of the most brave and powerful people on the planet. He wanted to make a good impression on them. So he had silver candlestick holders, fine china plates, and golden napkin bands. The entire table and settings were worth a King's ransom. It was a fitting table setting for his feast.
Each of his guests had a large helping of meat from the Roast. Mashed potatoes that had been seasoned with just a hint of garlic and butter. He actually had to remake the mash potatoes because he was not happy with the first batch. That had put his dinner slightly behind schedule. Luckily for him, he had planned for just that very problem. So he was not too badly off. His guest would have plenty of time to enjoy their meal before the party is over. Large bowls of mixed greens and vegetables were placed in such a way that not one guest had to ask for one to be passed to them. Home made gravy were also placed near the bowls of mashed potatoes. Two large plants were filled with home made bread. He was not sure which they would prefer more, so he made honey butter rolls. The other bread was a sweet sour doe. He could smell the meal as the steam rose up off of the table. The rolls were baked fresh right before the meat was planted. It took some time to make sure that the meal came out with the bread. But it was once again well worth it for his honored guests. On each end of the table set two three layer cakes topped with a home made whipped topping. Each cake had a pain staking decoration atop of it. Luckily, he didn't have to make the cakes today. He had cooked them yesterday and had them in the cooler.
He looked over the entry way to a large sign that hung over. It was clear that the center piece of the entire meal was the sign. Each member of the table had a clear view of the sign that was hung over the entry way. The sign filled him with pride. It is going to symbolize their oath to him. The sign read, 'Non magis acus occidentiae' The language was some ancent language that was from a long dead culture that predated the first space faring culture. Mythis actually speaks the langauge nearly prefectly. He could easily read that the sign says, 'No more needles killings' The saying echoed his most important rule of all times. 'Never kill or harm an innocent person regardless of your goals' It filled him with so much pride to see that they all have finally accepted this very important rule. The road was long for him, but he knew that there was honor among thieves so to speak. One by one they all finally came around.
Turning his attention back to his guests. Mythis realized what he had missed as he spoke up “I am sorry, I didn't realize your glass was empty.” he said politely as he reached over and picked up the glass in front of Ventis Jig.
Mr. Jig smiled and nodded, “I have to admit you are by far a much better host than even the King was.”
Mythis returned the nod, “Thank you. My mother had always taught me that in every good man was a great Host. Did you know, I taught both of my sons to be good hosts as well?”
Mr. Jig shook his head, “No I didn't” Mr. Jig was the man behind the RAH on Lorta. Not a single RAH operative makes a move without his fore knowledge of it. He was by far one of the most dangerous men on Lorta currently.
Mythis walked over to the serving table and refilled the empty glass with fresh wine. He never noticed that the glass was completely dry when he picked it up. The sounds of the new board cast continued in the background “The Shana'duna has become the single largest voice against the law but lacked the votes needed to defeat it. A political stand off between the Chancellor and the Shana'duna leadership was feared but never developed. The Free Worlds Council has voiced their objections to the new law but due to their current situation had little choice but to accept the law and the bitter results from Alderaan. The new law has helped the Republic raise a large number of troops and added a much need funds in the Republic's war effort. A side effect of the law has given a boost to the Chancellor's popularity which has taken a couple of blows from the death of his Party's number two man and the slow progression. The long term effects of the Law is yet to be seen.”
Mythis sighed as he brought back the fresh glass of wine. “It is something I do miss being here with you in this time. The wines of my time were filled with such flavor and body. These seem to really lack that. Though I will admit to you” he said looking to the table of sixteen RAH leaders and upper level organizers. Each of their eyes were on his every word. He smiled knowing that they could all sit down and enjoy a moment of time before the nasty business of work resumed. “I am not completely comfortable with the idea of this time. Everything is so, well alien to me. When the Chancellor demanded my loyalty or be destroyed, I of course gave it. I mean which one of you wouldn't?”
“Loyalty is something that the Chancellor does value deeply” Riz LoTou commented, Mythis returned to his seat at the table as Riz continued. “If there is one thing that I know the Chancellor values, its loyalty.” Riz was the off world RAH Lesion. If Mr. Jigs needed something, Riz was the go to man to get that thing. In fact, it was a special request from Mr. Jigs which brought Mythis to this world.
Mythis continued to work as his dinner guest set before their meals and continued to talk about the Chancellor. It was Neele who spoke next as Mythis listened, “There are some things about the Chancellor that even I don't trust.” She was the senior planning officer for all RAH protests. Despite being a Rodian, she had a way with talking to people and could easily work them up. Each of the protests that took place on Lorta was all her planning. “But I also don't trust you” she said speaking to Mythis.
He looked up from his task but before he could answer Hakk Dep spoke up, “Mythis gives us the creeps but look at what he has done for us.” The Zabrak gave a heroes nod to Mythis.
Mr. Jigs nodded, “This is true. He helped up kill the King and Queen. If not for him we could have never been able to pull that off.” Everyone else joined in the chorus of praise for Mythis.
Mythis slammed his fist down on to the table, “Don't remind me” he yelled. Once more every eye was on him. “But I will not take credit for that. I told all of you, no more bombings.” he lowered his voice as he stood up. “See you don't understand how messing bombings can be. Think of the bombing in the Vista Markets. That happened two days after I first spoke with all of you. There are still bodies that have not been identified. This causes pain on those who are innocent.” he walked once more over to the serving table and refilled his own glass of wine. “But none of you would listen to me. The bombings didn't stop. They continued in fact. I thought that maybe if I helped you remove the King and Queen, that would end your desires to continue to the bombings.” He took a sip from his wine, “I should have known better.”
“We can't build any more bombs because Heeth is dead” Jad said. The Duros was speaking of their inside man in the police department. He was part of the local PD bomb squad and the RAH's master bomb builder. Thanks to Heeth's work, not one bomb was ever linked to the RAH or anyone at this table.
That was till now. Sitting in the center of the table right next to the perfectly cooked roast was a stack of files which detailed every move the RAH had made on this world. It linked each one of Mythis' guests to bombings and murders across the world. The files took Mythis about three days to put together. He was actually surprised how easy it was to hack the local data bases and networks. Emails, text messages recorded communications were all recovered. Mythis even found a copy of their entire secret code on the handheld computer belonging to Ms. Jis Quil. She was a former Ms Twi'lek winner turned radical and murder thanks to the RAH. Mythis thought it odd that they distrusted the other so deeply that they could keep documents and evidence that could send the others to prison for life. But they were so easily trusting of him. It really confused him. Still, deep within the files are the lists of hundreds of names of both on world and off world contacts and operatives would ensure that those victims of the bombings would have closure. For Mythis, it was the only sensible thing to to do after he discovered the last attempted bombing.
That last attempted bombing was the very reason why Heeth had to die. Mythis could not allow this to continue regardless of what the Chancellor might or might not do. He had his rules and they would play by them. That was the final straw. “Heeth was a foolish man. I told him ahead of time that if he continued to work on his bombs that I would kill him. I don't know why he didn't listen to me.”
He heard the board cast for the first time this night. “The fighting continues on Bothawui between the Reich and the Varl. Even though the Reich are badly outnumbered, it is clear that they are refusing to give up ground. Prince Arwen Phanan leads his family's elite Phanan Light Horse Regiment. Together with the Varl's eight Army, these two units are fighting street by street and house by house for control over Drev'starn. Prince Phanan hails from the Mid Rim world of Lorta. Lorta has been in the new recently because it has found its self in the center of civil uprisings sponsored by the RAH or Races Against Humanity. Still, Prince Phanan fights with pride and courage on the battlefield. Something that the Reich knowns nothing about. Their dirty tricks and dishonorable tactics will not win the day if men and women like Prince Phanan have anything to say about it. The Reich and their Bothan allies are putting up a harsh resistance. Though they can try as much as they wish, liberation has come for Bothawui and the forces of the Republic will not be denied. As the morning light shined over the city of Drev'starn yesterday, the grateful citizens could clearly see the flag of the Republic waving in the cool morning air. A vision that I am sure, none of them will be able to forget. For the first time, they are truly free from the oppression of the Reich.”
He reached down and slowly gathered his things. He took care to ensure that each item went in to his bag in its correct space. He checked his watch with a smile, “I have plenty of time” he said as he continued to put his work back in to his bag. He left his completed work on the table though. There would be time to fetch it later. He reached over and set his place setting very carefully. He had to make sure that he had no more or no less food than his guest. He didn't want to show his guests any disrespect. Once his place setting was complete, he stepped back to make sure it too was prefect. Not a knife or fork was out of place and each were in alignment with each other. He stepped back some more and took his cloak from the rack and draped it across his back. Once his cloak was tied on tight he picked up his large hat from the rack and placed it atop his head. He ran his hand over the large brown feather and smiled. “I know, it is a bit out of style but I am beating it will make a come back.”
He walked forward and picked up his backpack. He took a last minute look over the table. Mythis was almost sad to have to leave it all behind but it was for his guests, not for him. With a great sense of pride he smiled and let out a refreshing breath. He reached out through the force and changed the channel on the holoplayer. As the new music filled the room with its beauty, he closed his eyes and allowed himself a moment of piece. He had always loved this form of classical music. It filled his heart with happiness and his mind with calm. He started to walk along the table behind his guests. Just as he was reaching the middle of the large table, something caught his eye. He stopped next to Ms. Quil. “Do you mind” he said with the softest of voices. “Your makeup seems out of place” he carefully knelled next to her chair.
She smiled to him with those large deep eyes that caught his attention the every first time they met. “Oh please. I do wish to look my very best today.”
He smiled and nodded as he pulled out a small compact. He carefully used a clean handkerchief to clean up some of her make up. He looked in to her eyes and saw a woman that was truly magnificent. He had hoped that once this mission was over, that they would be able to enjoy some drinks. Sadly, he learned that she had lied to him about the bombings and the murders. As he touched up her make up, he knew that her remarkable beauty hid a true monster. “There you go. Prefect” he said with a smile as he stood up. He placed the now dirty handkerchief in a plastic bag before dropping it in to a incinerator near the door.
She returned his smile, “Thank you, Mythis.” There was confusion in her eyes, “are you leaving?”
He nodded, “Yes” he said softly. Then added, “I have to go now. But please enjoy your dinner. Each of you have earned it.”
He turned to walk out only to be stopped once more. This time by Feen Sivron, the other Twi'lek at the table. “Mythis, I am confused on something. You jokingly said that you would kill us if we planned one more bombing. But that was before your killing Heeth. Didn't you know we planned another bombing? So I don't understand, was your threat ideal?”
Mythis stopped at the doors leading out of the well decorated dinning room. “I never joke nor make ideal threats” he corrected her while slowly turning to his guests who were all still siting at their place settings. He smiled as he reached out with the Force and snatched his newly created lightsaber from the other end of the table. It twirled end over end as it made its flight down the full length of the table right to Mythis' waiting hand. Once it reached his hand, the red blade activated casting his face in a eerie red glow. For him, it was all very fitting. The Jedi had named him a Sith, and the Crusade had named him a menace to the Galaxy. Looking at his guests through the red glow of his lightsaber he thought of the two organizations, his mind echoed the statement 'both of them were gone now. Yet, the Viper lives on.' His eyes narrowed as his voice deepened. He knew that he much left to do and it was time to get back to work. He answered her question with the simple and plan statement of, “I did”
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