"Remember you are mortal,
remember you will die."
remember you will die."
What an office it was, and on Brentaal IV, the office cost a substantial amount of credits. The office was circular, the north end a gigantic picture bullet-proof window. The south end was a surprisingly elegant blast door. Before the picture window was a rich desk, made out of glass with titanium supports. A small, black laptop set atop the desk, along with a modern, in no way modest, silvery lamp. Before and under the lamp was a phone and intercom system. A leather chair sat behind the desk, along with two smaller leather seats before the desk. At the exact front of the desk was a magnificent sword on a display support. A tall man, with keen ice-blue eyes sat behind the desk, his gold-gloved hands prodding away at the laptop. He entered the password for his encrypted network, and began to send a message to a black market merchant of his. At that moment, a thunderous knock railed on the elegant blast door. Another wail in the door shook the office...
It was unusual for his secretary, Jade, to not notify him of a visitor. Something had to be up. The man hit “1,” speed dial for his secretary. There were five long and eerie rings. After the fifth, a purple lightsaber surged through the blast door. Lance sat back in his seat, knowing that was nothing he could do for the moment. He folded his arms upon his chest, against his mesh-cloth armor and rich blue jacket. I guess they found out, said Lance, thinking to himself. The Jedi finished making the hole in the door, kicked the piece of metal to the floor, and jumped through. The Jedi’s purple lightsaber cast a pinkish hue upon the office’s white walls.
“Dagon Mordoun, I am placing you under arrest for the murder of General Ron Guojan,” said the woman Jedi Knight as she stood in front of the desk, her lightsaber staring down the man behind the desk.
“Please take a seat… I want you to hear my side of the story…” played Dagon.
“I can stand,” barked the lady, flaring her nostrils. “I’ll hear what you have to say. Make it quick,” she followed.
“Well, let’s rewind about ten years. I was twenty years old and commander of the Republic Commandos, galaxy-wide. My men and I just returned to our main barracks on Coruscant, after successfully completing one of the best and most efficient hostage rescues in recent history. About fifteen senators were taken hostage in the Grand Hotel on Coruscant. I had gotten the blueprints and laid out a strategy to take the ballroom with minimal to no losses. Needless to say, it was successful. I knew it would be, considering I designed it. I was going to be promoted to colonel and be put on the fast-track for the military council. I watched the press conference on my TV in my room – I wasn’t allowed to give the conference; I couldn’t compromise my own identity. As I watched, I was amazed. Never in my ten years before that, from my early days in military school, had I been so amazed.
“General Ron Guojan was my boss, and was delivering the speech in the press conference. He took the credit for my operation. There was no proof that I crafted the strategy – I knew I would be stuck in that position for the rest of my life. The next day, Guojan was second in command and elevated to an admiral. Thus, I ended my tenure with the Republic Army and its commandos. I moved to where I was from, Corellia. There I was able to train myself and keep myself in top shape, and put my commando skills to certain jobs, which you don’t need to know about,” said the man. His sharp and deadly eyes looked at the Jedi. She was calming down, dismissing Dagon as a threat. Her saber de-ignited. Dagon continued, leaning back, trying to appear more comfortable and less threatening.
“For about ten years I worked on Corellia. Some jobs took me off planet, but either way, I took in a good amount of credits. I was good at what I did, but my work may have twisted me in a way or two. I used the money to buy this office here, where interested employers can contact me if needed. If a banker or powerful person here on Brentaal needs some protection, perhaps competition eliminated… I’m here to take their money. About two weeks ago I heard of General Ron Guojan’s planned visit here to meet with some government members. He was going stay at the Crystal Vault Hotel, about three blocks from here. I too scheduled a room at the hotel. A few nights before I used some of my money to get the password to the hotel’s network. The manager was all two willing, when given a few thousand credits and a sword to the throat. Coincidentally, my room was right next to the general’s. That night, under the guise of the general’s sleep, I drilled a hole into the room, filled it with plastic explosive, went through my makeshift doorway and killed the bastard. Suitable death for what he did to my future with the Republic,” Dagon drifted off, “the sword sliced him up nicely. Reminded me of my days at Yori’s Deli in the merchant quarter in Coronet,” hissed the man, his menacing eyes looking down at his sword.
The left hand of Dagon drifted to the side of one of the metal panels of his desk. He pushed the third button down from the top. Two slides in the wall silently opened up. One Ysalamir came out of each panel, ever emitting their force repelling bubbles, voiding the room of the force. Dagon would come to see if the two were a worthy purchase. He had killed Jedi without the aid of Ysalamir before, but what was the point of wasting energy if he could conserve it. A smile played upon Dagon’s face as he watched the expression on the Jedi’s face turn from victorious to disgustingly terrified – it was like she was void of life and awareness without the force.
“Jedi – remember YOU are mortal, remember YOU will die,” snarled Dagon.
Using the Jedi’s own amazement against her, Dagon jumped across the desk and grabbed his sword. Landing in front of the standing, defenseless Jedi, he plunged the blade into her heart. The lifeless corpse fell to the floor. Sheathing the sword and putting it on his waist, Dagon went back to his laptop. He needed to finish his email to the merchant before he split.Need more Yasalmir. Put it on my tab, you know how to bill me, read the email. He decided to leave the laptop behind; it had no useful information on it; the Republic already had his fingerprints and DNA. Dagon got up from the chair and reached up into one of the hidden Ysalamir cages. There were two prototype slug throwers in there, faster and more accurate that a normal slug thrower - More useful than a blaster in Dagon’s opinion. He put them on his waist, one on the left and one on the right. He then picked a Ysalamir up in each arm, and went to the building’s hangar. His ship lifted off into the atmosphere of Brentaal IV. Right when he tried to settle down with his own office to run his operations out of, he ran into more trouble. He needed to get a job and make more money. He wouldn’t be able to go back and sell the office on Brentaal IV.
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File J523A. Dagon Mordoun...DECLASSIFIED
The below information is based on what information the Republic and Jedi Order have gathered on the man. He is currently only wanted for murder of a Jedi Knight.
Name: Dagon Mordoun
Known Aliases: Dragon, Nighthawk
Age: 30
Height: 6'1"
Weight: 200 lbs
Species: Human
Eye Color:: Blue
Hair Color: White
Skin Color: White (pale)
Distinguishing Features: He has white hair, which is uncommon for a person his age.
Homeworld: Corellia
Current Faction: None
Rank: None
Known Affiliates: Republic Army
Job Experience: Republic Commando (Commander & Captain)
Known Bank Account Total: 999 Credits
Suspected Arms: Sword (Dragon details, diamond coated blade to make it especially sharp & to help it withstand lightsaber combat), 2 unknown firearms, hard leather armor (dense, but thin titanium layer under it with light bullet proof mesh), blue jacket
Personality: Laid back, but decisive. He is ruthless to his enemies, and very cunning. Dagon is blunt and can be arrogant at times. He has a strong distaste for the Republic and the Jedi Order.
Attributes:
- Strength - (6/10) Don't let the man's lack of strength fool you. He is nimble, and makes up through this lack with his dexterity. Where he barely lacks in dexterity, he more than makes up for it with his intelligence.
- Dexterity - (8/10) He is nimble and fast, making him very decisive, accurate, and cunning in battle.
- Constitution - (5/10) Dagon has average health. No disease is going to come around and knock him to his death within a second, but he will not stand up to the Bubonic Plague without medical assistance.
- Intelligence - (10/10) He has scholarly intelligence. He can think up solutions and plans on the dime; in no way at all is he easily confused or tricked. Not many in the galaxy can equal this man's intelligence. Be careful in his presence, and be mindful of your own words and actions.
- Wisdom - (10/10) It is rare for someone to be intelligent and fully know how to utilize that intelligence. This man, however, is quite different. He knows how to apply the knowledge within the head on his shoulders. Never doubt him.
- Charisma - (7/10) He thinks highly of himself. Thus, he has no problem talking to the people "below" him.
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