Star Wars: The Sith Resurrection Part VI: Death to the Sith

[Tysyacha]

(Fixed!)

[Alkonium]

(How old is Iyav exactly?)

"Thank you. A handsome young man like you could go far out here." Komad replied. Handsome? He thought to himself. Sure, there was something about this trainee that reminded him of Roan, or Jor, but it had only been a year since Greea died, and this man looked like he wasn't much older than Kalla or Tonatius.

 

"Private Orkutt? Let me take a look at you." Reyvan said, examining the soldier. Though he had a somewhat androgynous face, and not a particularly masculine build, that reporter could have just as, if not more easily, disguised herself as a female soldier, and saved herself the trouble of hiding her gender. "There's something familiar about him, but I don't think he's the one we're looking for." He told the group.

[Tysyacha]

((Iyav is 21.))

 

"Thank you, sir." Iyav bowed his head in acknowledgement, noticing that the stranger had called him handsome. That wasn't what he was used to being called. Runt, shorty, trainee, and his own boss's personal favorite, green-nose had rankled the recruit ever since he'd taken the job on Huntau Station. Who was this man? Iyav was dying to know...

 

...and, thus, he told his boss he was going on break and followed him discreetly, all the while keeping an eye out for suspicious characters.

 

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Blast! Pahro Utonula knew that she had almost been found out. They're on to me. I should go to the recreational facilities and work out. As she pushed her body to limits a well-trained athlete would scream to endure, the Sith thought up a plan. She knew that those who had been talking to the little security-guard runt were Jedi. How to sabotage them? How to make them wish that they had never crossed the Sith Triumvirate?

 

How to make the Dark Lady grovel at her feet? There was only one way...

 

Lure them into a trap.

 

Pahro arranged for a message--and a special item--to be sent to one of the cantinas on Huntau Station and displayed proudly for all to see. It was an item that had been used and discarded by the Sith, more specifically Andirrul herself. It was the Dark Lady's chronometer, which had stopped working when Lord Virul had possessed her. Time was of no real relevance to her now, except as a slave, a servant that had surrendered itself to her.

 

Through sublustrum and skorost', she could slow it down or speed it up at will. If she became skilled enough, she could do both simultaneously.

 

The club owner, franchisee of Celebrity Planet Cantina, gawked.

 

"I'll put this out right away!" Immediately, he started blabbing about his find.

 

That was when Pahro crushed his upper spine, smiled, and walked away.

[Alkonium]

(Well that makes him only two years older than Kalla, and Komad's 43. I think it'd be kinda creepy for Komad to get together with a man who's young enough to be his son. Frankly that'd be like the gay equivalent of a cougar.)

[Chevron 7 locke]

((Can I add a third character to the Rp?))

 

Alriana's dreams were haunted by the visions of what had happend to the galaxy since she had been frozen.

 

To think that so much occured...and I missed it. This new Sith threat...they are far more dangerous then Palpatine ever was. It seems almost beyond belief.

 

She simply kept her eyes closed, and silently mourned each and everyone of her friends and teachers that hadn't been able to explore this brave new galaxy with her.

 

So much...so much has changed.

 

Star Destroyer

 

Even as Garja and his men continued walking toward the briefing room he could hear his men talking amongst themselves about what they were going to do once they managed to catch the traitorous second officer.

 

"We should just shoot him. Dead is dead."

 

"No...He has to suffer. First officer Mets was a good man. He would join us in combat training every week. Had a good sense of humor as well."

 

Garja couldn't help but throw in his two cents. "Rest assured men, the traitor will pay. I'll leave it up to you on how he pays. You each have the right to decide what his punishment is when we catch him."

 

The men nodded and continued following Garja to the briefing room.

[Tysyacha]

((OK. How about he's 33, then? Ten years shouldn't be that much of a diff. He's old enough to NOT be Komad's son, and yet young enough to still be a trainee guard.))

 

Huntau Station's holovid news stations suddenly ran an on-site commercial:

 

"You've seen lightsabers. You've seen holocrons. You've seen capes and robes, hilts and boots, and every single artifact that you think you'll ever see in your lifetime from the Jedi and the Sith. Well, you're WRONG! Come see...

 

...a real Sith chronometer! Broken, of course, but it's just OOZING with the power of the Dark Side! We have it on good authority, from the valiant Republic soldier who brought it to us, that this one's from the Sith Triumvirate! Come one, come all, and maybe you can get that broken watch working again! Celebrity Planet Cantina, next to the refreshers on the 2nd floor." A sudden pause, and then: "Now under new management."

 

The commercial flicked off, and that same "Republic soldier" marveled at just how effective her little ploy was becoming in so short a time. Hopefully, the Jedi would be interested. Hopefully, they'd bite, and then she'd reel them in.

[JediMaster12]

Tavaryn replied, "Pahto is a free lancer. Highest bidder but she also carries a personal vendetta...against me." He entered something on the console to pull up a moving schematic of space. He said, "You said she was looking for something and you found that is was something of power here on Jaltara." He clicked the image to get it flashing. "If it were a simple matter of taking and going, she would have gone to a remote region and then doubleback to her original destination."

 

The image showed the possible routes that the stranger had taken. Tavaryn worked his magic and said, "However, if she knows I am around, she will most likely be headed here. Also I suspect her mission has only begin and Alriana is the key."

 

"If she is then we must keep a closer watch on her," Jun-la replied, "Monitor security and use the Golden Rule." She had meant that any conversation regarding this should be in code. "Master Komad, who is currently on security detail in med lab?"

 

**********

 

"Yet I am sure that you remember that lesson of even a simple thing could have great power." Tyrannus looked at Andirrul and smiled knowingly. Avalonina lessons were not easily forgotten. "By taking apart you blade you have reduced its power. True that you made something more powerful but it is weak because the foundation is cracked. So bad. So sad." He had walked to a shelf where there were a series of weapons, all used within the means of warriors who utilized sentou. He picked up a pair of chobos, rings of metal with a sharp blade, and began to hold them, appearing careless. "It is possible to learn on a cracked foundation but bear in mind that there will always be a weakness."

 

**********

 

Tonatius gave a swallow, knowing that what he wanted to say was going to come out wrong. Yet he took courage and said, "It is because you loved her I kept a distance yet honoring that bond of family. It's because of that bond I am still here but also because you shouldn't be alone." He then raised a hand. It looked as if he were going to touch Kalla's face but it dropped to finger her Jedi robes gently. He looked down as he said, "I will always be there."

[Alkonium]

(@Tysy: Yeah, 33 might be better

@Chev: Go ahead

@JM12: Keep in mind how Kalla is dressed in all the artwork of her)

 

"I don't know, but I'm not so sure it's Alriana she's after this time." Komad suggested. Watching the developments in Celebrity Planet Cantina from the conference room's viewscreen, Reyvan added, "That looks pertinent as well, though something doesn't feel right about it."

 

"And I thank you for that." Kalla replied, kissing Tonatius on the cheek again. "We should actually get off the ship and join the others on the station sometime."

[CommanderQ]

Durrel looked forward at the bunker that was half-buried in the ground, this was Huntau...at least what was left of it. There used to be alot more to it, at least as Durrel remembered.

 

"We're here...and it seems are little holocron hasn't done anything strange...."

 

One of the technicians nodded, "Yeah..ner'vod...let's get this thing to the Jedi, if they're around."

 

Durrel walked over to the bunker and kicked the door hard, not making it budge, but at least giving the people inside a fair warning.

 

"Su'cuy!! Anyone there?"

 

 

 

Velerc saw Garja walk into the briefing room.

 

He saluted, "It's good to see that this Lieutenant Mets' mutiny hasn't ruined your sense of punctuality. Do you have any reports of the sector, and what is this cloaking device you speak of?"

[JediMaster12]

"That would be wise. Our help could be needed," Tonatius replied. "Shall we patrol now?"

 

He looked embarrassed and shuffled slightly on his feet. A tinge of blush rose on his neck indicating his embarassment.

 

**********

 

"It might not be Alriana but Pahto has a rather sick sense of humor," Tavaryn allowed. He frowned at his choice of words. "Her greatest asset is her brand of mind games. I still suggest a quick inspection of medlab."

 

Tavaryn looked at the viewscreen in the conference room. Something came to mind and he said, "She does like to disguise herself."

[Chevron 7 locke]

"It's good to see that this Lieutenant Mets' mutiny hasn't ruined your sense of punctuality. Do you have any reports of the sector, and what is this cloaking device you speak of?"

 

Garja's eyes flashed.

 

"Mets wasn't the mutineer sir. Second officer Hetra led the mutiny and killed Mets when he tried to resist from what I heard."

 

Garja shook his head.

 

"Sorry about that sir. Mets was a good man and I'm sorry to see him go. Anyway, Pirate activity in the sector was down to only one possible base that we saw and I believe we've scared the pirates out."

 

Garja turned toward the Cloaking device and patted it affectionatly.

 

"This...simply is the most advanced model cloak I've ever seen. Sensor readings and targeting scanners aren't affected by it so a ship can now fire while in the cloaking field. From what we've seen it can be installed aboard a Pellaeon-Class Star Destroyer with no ill effects."

 

Garja patted it again.

 

"My men performed the greatest of services by getting it aboard safetly. I'd like to recommend them all for promotions. They performed well beyond what they signed up for."

[Alkonium]

"I'll deal with that." Reyvan said, leaving the room and activating his commlink. At the same time, Komad sent out a message to Kurt. "Kurt, I'd like you to keep an eye on Alriana. I'll be down shortly."

 

"Yeah, let's go." Kalla replied, when her communicator started buzzing. She opened it up, and heard Reyvan's voice. "Kalla, there's something going on at the Celebrity Planet Cantina that requires our attention." He explained. "I'll meet you there, Master." Kalla replied, looking to Tonatius. "You might as well come too." She told him, leading the way to the cantina. As they entered, Kalla caught a glimpse of a hologram of the chronometer. "I've seen that watch before! I gave it to Andorra as a gift! Now I definitely want some answers." Kalla said, clearly sounding a bit angry, and annoyed. That watch had cost her quite a few credits back on Amshrey. "Settle down, Kalla. We'll get to the bottom of this." Reyvan replied, partially chastising Kalla for that outburst.

(@Tysy: Hope you didn't mind me taking that little liberty)

[Cyborg Ninja]

Kurt opened up his comlink and listened to Komad's orders.

 

"Yes sir, you can count on me."

 

Kurt turned around and made his way to the medical station. On his way there he stopped and turned both his head and rifle in another direction. He swore he heard a noise. He shrugged after a few minutes of standing there and continued walking towards the medical station.

 

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Wrath made his way through the ship and over to a holopad. He was hearing rumors of mutiny from troopers and sith alike. He activated it and patched himself through to the Grand Admiral himself. Wrath would get to the bottom of this.

 

"Grand Admiral Velerc what is the status on your mission and what is this talk of mutiny I've been hearing?"

[Tysyacha]

The Celebrity Planet Cantina was absolutely packed. Any artifact from the Sith--even a broken one--warranted the entire galaxy's attention, or at least the attention of every passer-by on Huntau Station. The new owner, who had been notified only two hours before of his recently-acquired position, could not believe his good fortune! Orders for food and drinks were absolutely pouring in as the crowd jostled for a position in line to take a look at the Sith chronometer. With luck, he'd do more than break even for the entire year!

 

Fortunately, as rattled as he was, he'd assigned one of his underlings, a schmoozy "Celebrity Paraphernalia Specialist" named Jhon Urgel, to talk about the Cantina's latest acquisition. He was yakking boisterously at the crowd:

 

"A real find, this one! This chronometer, now broken, supposedly belongs to a Sith Lord. Can you believe that, ladies and germs? A Sith Lord!" He yuk-yukked merrily. "Luckily for us, no sentient beings were harmed in the taking of this watch. It was actually given to us by a Republic soldier as a gift--a gift that he wanted to sell, of course! So much for charity." He pouted a little. "Of course, if no one bids over 500,000 credits, then that means the Celebrity Planet Cantina owns this busted artifact for good! The person or people who shouts out the winning bid"--his grammar wasn't the best--"will get to own this piece of Sith Lord history! Any takers? Anyone? The winning bidder will get the money transfer address of the soldier. Bid!!!"

 

Of course, he was hoping no one would. He wanted the chronometer badly.

 

Meanwhile, the new owner of the Cantina needed to use the refreshers. He wiped sweat off his brow, thanked the Force for a moment of respite, and--

 

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!"

 

That silenced the whole place, bidders and all. In front of the nearest latrine, a man knelt down with his head bowed, as if preparing to vomit. Oddly enough, there was no vomit in the latrine bowl, and the man did not move.

 

He was dead. That was when the Cantina owner knew his luck had run out.

[Alkonium]

Calming herself down, Kalla told her Master, "I've got an idea." and whispered the rest into Reyvan's ear. Then, the three of them walked in, and Reyvan announced, "Do not be alarmed, we have no interest in confiscating the item, or interfering with your bidding. We simply wish to verify the claim." He then put his hand on the chronometer, to feel its presence in the Force. They were right; this thing was very strong in the Dark Side, but he'd really throw a hydrospanner into Pahro's plans if he got the bar patrons to think otherwise, so he lied. "It's a fake. This chronometer holds no resonance in the Light or Dark Side of the Force at all." He explained, casting feelings of disappointment on everyone in the bar except for Kalla, Tonatius, and himself.

[Tysyacha]

The crowd at the Cantina couldn't believe it. A fake?! Since when had the redoubtable Celebrity Planet franchise ever purchased fake artifacts? Truth be told, this had happened several times in the corporation's history, but never in the case of Jedi or Sith-connected memorabilia. Mortal celebrities hawked their junk to the highest AND lowest bidders, but the frazzled new owner could have sworn that chronometer was real...Hearing the commotion outside, he saw everybody leaving. "Wait! Wait! Come back!" he cried. Once he saw that no one was staying to bid or to buy food and drinks, he snarled:

 

"You three! Which one of you said my chronometer was a fake? Thanks a lot! You just ruined my business for the entire evening, and perhaps the entire year! Do you know how much it costs to break even on Huntau Station? Rent is as high as the reaches of the Unknown Regions! Can't you give a guy a break?" His eyes suddenly lit up. "Unless you yourselves wanted to bid."

 

Visibly shaken, he said, "If not, there's a dead guy in the refreshers. I would not go in there if I was you. Someone positioned him there, I'm sure. He was bent over the latrine like he was going to regurgitate his juma juice, but there was no vomit. The guy's neck--his vertebrae--had all been crushed. I haven't moved the body. I'm getting out of here." He dashed out of the cantina and regurgitated his own recent dose of juma juice into the nearest trash receptacle. That was it. He'd settle down on Dantooine from here out.

 

That gave the Jedi a chance to look at the chronometer. The time? 14:00:57.

 

The exact moment, as it were, when Lord Virul had possessed Andorra.

[CommanderQ]

Durrel had waited long enough.

 

He looked to one of the technicians.

 

"Give me your pack."

 

The Mando complied without question, handing it to Durrel, who took out two explosive devices.

 

"This'll do two things at once..."

 

He attached the devices to the wall, extending their claws into the durasteel.

 

"We'll get inside..."

 

The Mandalorian Captain then set the timing fuse and extent of explosion meter.

 

"And get the attention we need for our little holocron."

 

With that, the bomb was ready.

 

"Okay, I'd back up a couple meters or more..."

 

The squad took cover, and 2 minutes later, the bomb went off, spewing metal and flame everywhere.

 

"Okay, Let's GO!"

 

Durrel ran inside, closely followed by the Technicians.

 

"Hey!!! Any Jedi here!" Shouted Durrel as he ran through the smoke into Huntau station.

 

 

 

 

Velerc looked at the cloaking device.

 

"Well, bring it to our scientists are Krono deck, they'll analyze it and see if we can make it any better, or how we'll install it onto the Pellaeon-Class Star Destroyers..."

 

"My men performed the greatest of services by getting it aboard safetly. I'd like to recommend them all for promotions. They performed well beyond what they signed up for."

 

"Your connection with your crew is admirable, Garja. Let's hope that my other commanders can do the same. But still, we must stick to procedure, put in writing, Garja, and then the Naval Administration Board and I will decide if the commendations should be handed out, which I'm sure they will."

 

Suddenly, Velerc's holopad activated at the corner of the room.

 

"Grand Admiral Velerc what is the status on your mission and what is this talk of mutiny I've been hearing?"

 

"Wrath....this is a surprise..."

 

Velerc nodded at Garja, giving him the okay if he needed to leave.

 

"I had thought you and High Command dead by this point, after Bastion I mean. The New Republic has definately become a thorn in our side, but it is good to see that you live...hopefully along with more men."

 

The Grand Admiral straightened his back and took a breath.

 

"And it's not exactly a mutiny, more a failure of communication....Admiral Garja was suspected of defecting by his second officer, who used that to his advantage and took over the ship, Garja escaping with only a few of his personal staff."

[Chevron 7 locke]

((Who is the supreme commander of the Repulic fleet at the moment?))

 

"Well, bring it to our scientists are Krono deck, they'll analyze it and see if we can make it any better, or how we'll install it onto the Pellaeon-Class Star Destroyers..."

 

He pointed at one of the Space-troopers standing behind him. "Fera is the expert on cloaking systems, he's always studied them. You might want to take him along for his expertise.

 

"Your connection with your crew is admirable, Garja. Let's hope that my other commanders can do the same. But still, we must stick to procedure, put in writing, Garja, and then the Naval Administration Board and I will decide if the commendations should be handed out, which I'm sure they will."

 

Garja sighed. He hated paperwork with a passion. He was a fighter not a writer.

 

"Anyone else hungry? Or rather is anyone else sick of the ration bars? Lets grab something to eat in the gallary."

 

The remaining troopers nodded and followed Garja.

[JediMaster12]

Tonatius followed dutifully behind Kalla feeling like an idiot for not saying what he felt but it was his people's way. The less, the more it meant and the deeper the intentions. He followed and listened to Kalla's plan and kept his face impassive. He recognized the time and nearly went rigid in stiffened anger but his face was its most bland. "Time has a funny way of jogging a memory."

 

**********

 

Tavaryn had taken advantage of the situation and gone with Reyvan to the cantina. He had put his hat back on and pulled it low. He then thought better of it and went towards Alriana. He stuck to the shadows not being noticed at all by the soldiers on duty. When his niece passed with Komad and her apprentice they appeared not to notice him.

 

Tavaryn had skill and practice in the arts of camoflage and was very good at making himself invisible even among Jedi. Often times Jedi never knew he was there; they couldn't sense his presence through the Force at all. On that note he had his mother to thank. She taught him the ways of the Jedi but only after she taught him about sentou and how to mask oneself and leave no trace. She wanted to 'do right by him as she should have done with his siblings.'

 

He stationed himself within running distance of either place and waited.

 

**********

 

It was rare for Andros to ask a question of his master and when he did it was with purpose. He asked, "Master should I be scouring trails as before?"

 

Jun-la wondered how long Andros had been listening. Lately he had taken to giving blank looks and appear he wasn't listening when he was. She knew it was a defense mechanism when they went into the cantinas on the different worlds. As much as she would rather have him not involved, he was a Jedi too. She replied, "As usual. Use those configurations."

 

Andros nodded and turned away. Once he was gone, Jun-la said to Komad, "It was your son who found the trails before. He can do it again. I prefer that he not engage this Pahro if she is as Tavaryn says she is. Do you agree?"

 

**********

 

Tyrannus held his chobos out to inspect them and said, "Warriors are not defined by weapons though often preferences become a weakness. Wouldn't you agree my little pretty?"

[Tysyacha]

((I hope this is some of my best writing yet!))

 

Weakness. Preferences. Something clicked in Andirrul's clouded mind.

 

"Yes. I agree," she told Lord Tyrannus, nodding. The Dark Lady noticed that her voice sounded like a holorecording on half-speed, or even quarter-speed. However, its timbre was fully that of Andorra's, with no trace of Virul to be detected. The only clue that the young Avalonian maiden was a Sith Lord was her golden, glowing eyes. The robe she could remove--her piercing gaze, she could not. What was it about those two words that had disturbed her?

 

"Is that why Lord Virul chose me?" she asked after a moment. "He could have possessed Kalla, for instance, or any one of the Jedi that were there during our final confrontation. I could not even use the Force before he entered my consciousness. Did he select me as his new host because I was weak?"

 

Lord Tyrannus smiled. That's it. Now you're finally making sense, sweet.

 

Andirrul's heart started racing. "If so," she continued, "then that means he also chose me because he wanted to make me strong. A strong Sith, not a strong Jedi. The Jedi draw their strength from their compassion, and to us, compassion is but weakness. Sith draw upon anger, hatred, the desire for revenge and the lust for power. Virul was angry with me for not betraying the defenses of the Avalonians before the final battle. He hated me...or, is it that he hated Kalla and the others more? Yes...he hated them utterly. They were strong. He had to make sure that he was the final influence over me, and not the people I loved. Only then could I achieve the power I'm starting to reach. As for the desire for revenge, he wanted it upon both me and you. Me, for standing against him, and you for tormenting him. The lust for power?"

 

She paused. "That is the final piece to this puzzle. As Andorra, I had none, but as Andirrul, it now consumes me. Virul has taught me everything about power, or almost everything. The Jedi thought they knew...yet they do not."

 

The Dark Lady licked her lips. "I'm finally starting to understand, aren't I?"

[Cyborg Ninja]

"I had thought you and High Command dead by this point, after Bastion I mean. The New Republic has definately become a thorn in our side, but it is good to see that you live...hopefully along with more men."

 

Wrath shook his head.

 

"I'm a Gen'Dai and a sith, it'll take a lot more than that to finish me. As of now me speaking to you is to be told to no one. You had better make sure Admiral Garja keeps quiet about it as well or he'll suffer for it. As for his second officer, he should be punished for his betrayal."

 

Wrath almost turned off the holopad when another thought ran through his head.

 

"Grand Admiral I need to ask you something. Do you know the last known locations of a Death Guard named Konig?"

[Chevron 7 locke]

A massive shape dropped out of Hyperspace directly behind the station and proceded to head for one of the docking ports.

 

Commander Belina looked out at the station as a wide grin appeared on her face. It's about damn time I get this ship looked at. We've been in more battles in two weeks then most people have in a a year.

 

"Open a channel to the station."

 

"Channel open."

 

"Huntau Station, this is the Republic Star Cruiser Ackbar, Admiral Belina commading. Would you happen to have any spare techs? We've taken a bit of a beating out here and could go for repairs."

 

Medical Bay

 

Alriana's eyes slowly began to open as she looked around the unfamiliar room. I hate this future. Why is there always a war? Always a Battle that needs to be fought? Why can't I just stop fighting?

[CommanderQ]

"Grand Admiral I need to ask you something. Do you know the last known locations of a Death Guard named Konig?"

 

Velerc instantly recognized the name.

 

"Yes, I remember Konig. We lost contact with him after we had to pull the invasion force back, after the attempt to take Kaltas and his comrades. We have no idea where he is, or what his status is. I would think he is either dead, or a prisoner. There is no way of knowing unless he contacts us."

 

The Grand Admiral began to pace back and forth, thinking.

 

"If he is captured, I'm sure he's still on Amshrey."

 

Velerc silently hoped that Konig and his partner had survived. Good soldiers were always hard to find these days, and the numbers of the Empire were no longer what they once were.

 

 

 

Garrick looked out of the Bridge's massive viewports, just in time to see a Republic ship come out of hyperspace.

 

The comm-stat's picked up a transmission directed at Huntau station below.

 

"Huntau Station, this is the Republic Star Cruiser Ackbar, Admiral Belina commading. Would you happen to have any spare techs? We've taken a bit of a beating out here and could go for repairs."

 

Garrick opened a channel with the Republic ship, "Admiral, we have some spare technicians. If you dock your ship with ours, we can transfer some of our superior Mando'a engineers."

[Chevron 7 locke]

"Admiral, we have some spare technicians. If you dock your ship with ours, we can transfer some of our superior Mando'a engineers."

 

Well. That's a plesant suprise.

 

"Thank you captain. We're a bit beat up I'm afraid, we engaged a Sith battle fleet near Jaltra yesterday and took some damage. We'll be docking with you momentarily."

 

She turned to helm control.

 

"Bring us about. Prepare for docking procedures. All hands are to assist the Mandalorians if they ask for assistance."

 

Everyone nodded and began their tasks.

 

Soon the ship was docked with the Mandalorian flagship. And a mighty big ship it is...Belina thought.

[Cyborg Ninja]

"If he is captured, I'm sure he's still on Amshrey."

 

"He's a great soldier, I do not think death is the reason we lost contact with him."

 

Wrath watched Velerc pace around the room. He too seemed to know Konig. Wrath had met him only for a short time but in that time he came to respect the Death Guard more than most people.

 

"Velerc is it possible to know exactly where Konig is on Amshrey? If he's in a prison I want to know which cell and which floor."

 

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Kurt arrived at the Med Bay and stood over Alriana. He kept his rifle on his back but that didn't keep him from having his hand near his pistol. If someone was going to try something in here they'd have to get through him first. He turned his head over to Alriana and noticed she was beginning to wake up.

 

"Miss Alriana, are you awake?" Kurt asked making sure she was going to stay up this time.