Intimidation

[+SpaceJesus+]

Intimidation

Time: 5:00pm

Planet: Coruscant
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The world of Coruscant was bustling with the afternoon traffic, ships and vehicles of all kinds zipping to and fro to their destinations. Races of every origin walked about the street, content with their daily lives and the mundane stroll through the crowded streets and walkways. The sounds of the planetary metropolis blasted away any sign of calm that could be conjured up in such a chaotic place. But inside the buildings that stood tall against the Coruscant skyline, the area was much more quiet.

It was a silent complex, a housing building tailored for some of the upper class that resided within the Capitol limits. At this point in the day most of the beaurocrats, businessmen and politicians were out and about, doing whatever high profile tasks that struck their spoiled fancies. But there resided inside a select few people that had come home for the day, perhaps making a quick stop for one of their belongings or simply taking a break from their work. One of these such people was a senator named Neal Anderson, a periodic resident who found himself in the wrong place in the wrong time.

A brown robed figure walked calmly up the buildings stairs, his head down. Reem Va strode calmly past several passerby, the building employees. His hood was up, and a crossgaurded lightsaber was slung about his waist, hidden only barely underneath the folds of his cloak. Ar least, that was who this appeared to be. Underneath his hood and a mountain of makeup and prosthetic masking, and large dose of aura disguising, there was indeed something far worse. A few security personnel had given him a look or two, but they soon found their minds clouded, and turned back to staring blankly ahead as if he did not exist. The prosthetics on his body bugged him profusely. It was as if Vlatkats entire form had been covered in some blue itching abomination of nature. Of course, he would rather have to deal with the discomfort than have soldiers come barreling in to have him arrested and have who knows what done to him.

He pressed the comlink next to his concealed blaster nonchalantly, checking in on the escape ship that was sitting in waiting a mile or two away. His comlink buzzed silently, signaling that the Ziost soldiers, disguised as a passing trader vehicle, were primed and ready to act when necessary. Vlatkat breathed in deeply in anticipation. He knew that the senator would not be too much trouble. He was a politician, a lawyer who had risen to power through shifting papers and talking to the right people. Vlatkat would be ashamed of himself if he could not deal with him properly. But what he also knew was that it was entirely possible that what he knew was wrong, and he was in for some serious trouble. This far into the city limits, performing such a heinous act, his last bit of knowledge was that one mistake could cost him his freedom or his life, either of which was not clearly worse than the other.

It took him a bit to find the correct room, about halfway up the building. He was sure to make his movements match those of the man he was impersonating, seeming older and disgruntled, yet filled with a dignified step. He walked up to the door, knowing full well the senator was inside. He looked around, making sure there were no immediate threats.

Then he knocked.

@Prudence

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[Laurent Anderson]

Intimidation

Time: 5:00pm

Planet: Coruscant
​

The world of Coruscant was bustling with the afternoon traffic, ships and vehicles of all kinds zipping to and fro to their destinations. Races of every origin walked about the street, content with their daily lives and the mundane stroll through the crowded streets and walkways. The sounds of the planetary metropolis blasted away any sign of calm that could be conjured up in such a chaotic place. But inside the buildings that stood tall against the Coruscant skyline, the area was much more quiet.

It was a silent complex, a housing building tailored for some of the upper class that resided within the Capitol limits. At this point in the day most of the beaurocrats, businessmen and politicians were out and about, doing whatever high profile tasks that struck their spoiled fancies. But there resided inside a select few people that had come home for the day, perhaps making a quick stop for one of their belongings or simply taking a break from their work. One of these such people was a senator named Neal Anderson, a periodic resident who found himself in the wrong place in the wrong time.

A brown robed figure walked calmly up the buildings stairs, his head down. Reem Va strode calmly past several passerby, the building employees. His hood was up, and a crossgaurded lightsaber was slung about his waist, hidden only barely underneath the folds of his cloak. Ar least, that was who this appeared to be. Underneath his hood and a mountain of makeup and prosthetic masking, and large dose of aura disguising, there was indeed something far worse. A few security personnel had given him a look or two, but they soon found their minds clouded, and turned back to staring blankly ahead as if he did not exist. The prosthetics on his body bugged him profusely. It was as if Vlatkats entire form had been covered in some blue itching abomination of nature. Of course, he would rather have to deal with the discomfort than have soldiers come barreling in to have him arrested and have who knows what done to him.

He pressed the comlink next to his concealed blaster nonchalantly, checking in on the escape ship that was sitting in waiting a mile or two away. His comlink buzzed silently, signaling that the Ziost soldiers, disguised as a passing trader vehicle, were primed and ready to act when necessary. Vlatkat breathed in deeply in anticipation. He knew that the senator would not be too much trouble. He was a politician, a lawyer who had risen to power through shifting papers and talking to the right people. Vlatkat would be ashamed of himself if he could not deal with him properly. But what he also knew was that it was entirely possible that what he knew was wrong, and he was in for some serious trouble. This far into the city limits, performing such a heinous act, his last bit of knowledge was that one mistake could cost him his freedom or his life, either of which was not clearly worse than the other.

It took him a bit to find the correct room, about halfway up the building. He was sure to make his movements match those of the man he was impersonating, seeming older and disgruntled, yet filled with a dignified step. He walked up to the door, knowing full well the senator was inside. He looked around, making sure there were no immediate threats.

Then he knocked.

@Prudence

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Laurent had been sitting alone in his penthouse looking over a datapad this afternoon. There was a busy day of voting, hearing, and debating coming up in the coming days, and he was spending all the time he had studying the material in front of the Senate. He had just returned back to Coruscant after a busy day of Senate Hearings, and he found, surprisingly, that the hustle and bustle of the city-world was quite refreshing. By this point he had quite nearly forgotten his childhood in the dreaded Coruscant underground, and felt himself more and more becoming one of the Coruscanti.

He hadn't had anything planned for the day, which was why when he heard a soft knock at his door his eyes flicked over to it. He was curious about who was visiting him at this hour, and stood walking towards the door. He gave a quick nod towards a droid attending to him and the droid activated a small holocam in the penthouse. It was sneaky, unethical, and nearly illegal, but Laurent liked to have the upperhand when it came to shady clandestine meetings of politicians.

"Come in!" He said softly

 

[+SpaceJesus+]

Vlatkat opened the door slowly, as if he were nervous to be in here. He peaked his faux feeorin face in, and he saw the senator. After a moment, he walked all the way in, hesitant. A Jedi coming into Neals personal quarters would feel self conscious, even someone as dignified as Reem Va. He then pretended to collect himself, and struck a self confident posture. "I know you were not expecting me, or anyone of my... Caliber... But I assure you it is not without reason." He stood by the door, his hands behind his back, as if waiting for permission to continue. The inserts in his shoes made him shift his feet slightly.

 

[Laurent Anderson]

Vlatkat opened the door slowly, as if he were nervous to be in here. He peaked his faux feeorin face in, and he saw the senator. After a moment, he walked all the way in, hesitant. A Jedi coming into Neals personal quarters would feel self conscious, even someone as dignified as Reem Va. He then pretended to collect himself, and struck a self confident posture. "I know you were not expecting me, or anyone of my... Caliber... But I assure you it is not without reason." He stood by the door, his hands behind his back, as if waiting for permission to continue. The inserts in his shoes made him shift his feet slightly.

Laurent looked over the newcomer and adopted a look on his face akin to disgust or contempt. He had risen high enough in the political sphere to know the prominent members of the Jedi order by sight, and this clearly appeared to be Reem Va. Neal was not fond of the Jedi, they were reckless, unpredictable, and dangerous. Not to mention as of right now they were all undergoing a civil war among their ranks on Tython. Laurent nodded his head politely to Reem,

"Master Va, I had expected you would be on Tython attending to the recent terrorist attacks. To what do I owe the pleasure?"

 

[+SpaceJesus+]

Vlatkat chuckled inwardly. This man despised the Jedi almost as much as he did. Almost. It was admirable that the senator understood the insolence of the Jedi, even without being a firsthand receiver of their injustice as Vlatkat was. His mind flitted back to the scorched husk of the Korriban temple, and his humor disappeared. He remembered why he was here.

"Events have been transpiring lately that have made me question my standings on this world. On my own brotherhood." He shuffled over to Neal slowly, but tried not to come off as foreboding when he did. "I know that you have spoken out about the Jedi order in your addresses to the public. You have said that they are dangerous." He paused, then looked out the window as if deep in thought. He felt outwards for anyone passing by. A guard was walking by, coming closer to the door. He would have to bide time until he passed. "I have come across some information, senator. I have heard rumblings of something dark that troubles me. I need someone to help me show the Galaxy exactly what I have found."

 

[Laurent Anderson]

Vlatkat chuckled inwardly. This man despised the Jedi almost as much as he did. Almost. It was admirable that the senator understood the insolence of the Jedi, even without being a firsthand receiver of their injustice as Vlatkat was. His mind flitted back to the scorched husk of the Korriban temple, and his humor disappeared. He remembered why he was here.

"Events have been transpiring lately that have made me question my standings on this world. On my own brotherhood." He shuffled over to Neal slowly, but tried not to come off as foreboding when he did. "I know that you have spoken out about the Jedi order in your addresses to the public. You have said that they are dangerous." He paused, then looked out the window as if deep in thought. He felt outwards for anyone passing by. A guard was walking by, coming closer to the door. He would have to bide time until he passed. "I have come across some information, senator. I have heard rumblings of something dark that troubles me. I need someone to help me show the Galaxy exactly what I have found."

Laurent actually chuckled a bit as the man returned to talking again, speaking of recent events. Ha! What an understatement of the events on Tython. How disgusting. He thought for a moment as he watched the Jedi walk through his apartment. He began feeling a bit of apprehension as the man did so, still not quite understanding why there was a Jedi standing in his home. Finally the man began to touch on Lauren'ts own thoughts of Jedi, and for a moment Laurent thought perhaps the Jedi was here to ask him to stop. THen the man began to ramble about something dark and dangerous.

"And what exactly is it that you want me to do about it, Jedi Va? "

 

[+SpaceJesus+]

"You are one of the only people I know who might be able to say some choice words about the Jedi and have the senate take you seriously." He turned his head, as if looking for something to come through the door. "Other than that, this housing facility was the first place I could sneak to without being caught. Just... Allow me to speak." He motioned towards a chair directly across from him, asking permission to sit.

 

[Laurent Anderson]

"You are one of the only people I know who might be able to say some choice words about the Jedi and have the senate take you seriously." He turned his head, as if looking for something to come through the door. "Other than that, this housing facility was the first place I could sneak to without being caught. Just... Allow me to speak." He motioned towards a chair directly across from him, asking permission to sit.

Laurent's alarm grew with each word. He wasn't actually acquainted with the Jedi, let alone the Jedi order itself. In fact, he had spoken out multiple times against the danger of the Jedi and their recklessness. Then the man alluded to the fact that he was being hunted for capture and that he had just ducked inside and Laurent felt his blood electrify as he, too, glanced towards the door,

Laurent nodded towards the chair and then shot the alien Jedi a hard glance "You have my ear, but don't delay. I wouldn't identify as an advocate of the Jedi, and you identify as a Jedi and that puts us on opposite sides of the aisle, Reem Va. " he locked eyes with the alien, ready for the man to get it over with.

 

[+SpaceJesus+]

Vlatkat sat down in his chair quickly m, and began speaking in a low tone. He had him distracted by his story, and by the imaginary threats that he alluded to. "There have been rumors that the uprisings on Tython are not random. They are a way of the elite within the order to silence those who have found out their greater plans." Vlatkat sighed. "They wish not just to intervene on this matter of the war with the Sith. The order, my own order, wishes to use this as a catapulting incident to gain power. They have provoked the Sith into acts of genocide so they could show themselves the shining heroes of the crisis and gain the republics trust by defeating them. After a long string of events all carefully planned by this group, the republic would have unwittingly given them unforeseen power over their inner workings simply because they fear the Sith. This plan had not gone over well with many members, but they're all dead now." He then put his thumb and forefinger onto his forehead, his other hand pressed against his opposite hip. He could feel his lightsaber and gun underneath. "Dissenting Jedi aren't even the only targets, senator."

 

[Laurent Anderson]

Laurent felt his anxiety heighten as the man continued on, but not just that. His excitement grew as well. He looked Reem square in the face as the man spoke,

"You're telling me that there is a Jedi Conspiracy to take over the Republic? And they are killing Jedi to cover this up? I assume that you're one of the loyalists. Who would these additional targets be?"

 

[+SpaceJesus+]

Vlatkat took a deep breath. He truly was trying to play his part the best that he could. This was a show after all. This was all just one elaborate show. But the opening act was winding down. The main event was about to begin. His right hand clenched downward. "People who would challenge them. Generals, Kings, Senators..."

"You."

A blaster bolt shot out from under his brown robe, the trigger pulled from the outside. Oddly yet methodically aimed, it smacked against the hip of the senator without warning. In the inevitable shock that would follow, Vlatkat reached out with his other hand, creating a wave in the force that pushed the chair and its occupant backwards, toppling them both backwards and sending Laurent head over heals tumbling. At once Vlatkat was on his feet, his nervousness melting away into a gloating and aloof demeanor. "Just look at how eagerly your pathetic little ears lean towards any chance to dishonor our order. Take a good long look at how easy it is to enthrall you into letting your guard down and put a knife right against your chest without you noticing. How predictable." The golden saber flew into his hands, and he ignited the crossgaurded blade. "You should feel privileged, that I let you know the truth before you die."

 

[Laurent Anderson]

Laurent was listening intently now. This plot was exhilarating, and it seemed as if he may finally discredit the Jedi. That was, until the word dropped, you. His eyes widened ashe opened is mouth to respond as a blaster bolt screamed away from the other man, searing through his leg. He let out a cry of surprise and pain as he was launched backwards in his chair, half by the force of impact and half by a knee jerk reaction. He tumbled out of his chair quickly, trying to crawl across the floor but couldn't seem to summon strength in his right leg. Instead he began clawing at the ground with his hands and crawling with his leg. One of his hands snapped to his pocket and withdrew a comlink, summoning an emergency frequency

"Help me! HELP! I'm under attack from a rogue Jedi oh God please help me!" He turned back to Reem Va, "You motherfekker I'll have you hung for this!"

 

[+SpaceJesus+]

Vlatkat sauntered over to the senator, watching as he called on his comlink for help. It seemed that his self confident demeanor disappeared when a weapon was pointed at him.

""Help me! HELP! I'm under attack from a rogue Jedi oh God please help me!"

Vlatkat kicked the comlink out of his hand, sending it scattering across the floor. Perfect, he thought. Now they all know. He kicked him in the gut, turning him on his back, Laurent now leening against the wall. Vlatkat raised his lightsaber to strike him. "A heretics blood bleeds just as red."

 

[Laurent Anderson]

Vlatkat sauntered over to the senator, watching as he called on his comlink for help. It seemed that his self confident demeanor disappeared when a weapon was pointed at him.

""Help me! HELP! I'm under attack from a rogue Jedi oh God please help me!"

Vlatkat kicked the comlink out of his hand, sending it scattering across the floor. Perfect, he thought. Now they all know. He kicked him in the gut, turning him on his back, Laurent now leening against the wall. Vlatkat raised his lightsaber to strike him. "A heretics blood bleeds just as red."

Laurent knew what came next, he was on the ground crawling away when the man's boot connected with his stomach, sending him rolling across the floor and thudding into the wall hard enough to jar the teeth in his mouth. He was struggling to sit up, his right leg still completely unresponsive. But Laurent hadn't grown up in the undercity and spent years at the top with no way to defend himself. He reached his right hand into his jacket and withdrew an EB-4 Combat Pistol, one that he was proficiently trained in, and hadn't needed to use in a long time - though he constantly and obsessively maintained its powerpack. He aimed it straight ahead and fired off several shots towards the oncoming rogue Jedi, all at center mass,

"I'll fekking bury you for this you Jedi trash." he spat as he let loose the bolts.

His call earlier had gone out to general CSF, but he knew that coming from a Senator, one presiding in 500 Republica, that Officers would be in the room momentarily to aid him. He only hoped he could survive that long. He began to crawl along the wall as he continued to fire at the Jedi, his power pack eventually running out as he neared the corner.

 

[+SpaceJesus+]

Vlatkat quickly redirected the direction of his swing, smacking the first blaster bolt to the side. The blaster had actually managed to catch him off guard for a moment. So Laurent did have some fight in him after all. A valiant effort. Nice to see. It was almost a shame he had to maim the fellow. After the first shot, Vlatkat paused in place to deflect a few blaster bolts, as if he was struggling to keep up. Then he marched forward, flinging plasma shots to the side in a dramatic twirling fashion as he followed the struggling senator towards the door. He hovered over him as he fired his last shot, and in the split second that followed swiped his blade across the center of his chest from bottom right to top left, creating a burning gash on the senators torso. As Laurent fell over, Vlatkat had a small panic. He looked to make sure he hadn't killed him. No, as he saw the wound he knew he would probably survive. He would need immediate surgery, some repair on the sliced ribs and wounded lungs, but he would survive.

Suddenly, the door to the apartment burst open, armed guards forcing themselves into the room with cries of vengeance. Well that didn't take very long. He thought. They must have been on their toes today. One guard rounded the corner brandishing a pistol and clear blaster proof sheild, screaming loudly. "GET BACK!! GET BACK!!" the guard bellowed, letting loose a wall of blasts. He was followed by several more, all yelling at him to cease and desist. He swung his lightsaber wildly, forced back by the hailstorm of fire. One brave guard ran straight up to the senator and stood with his sheild in a defensive position over Laurent to protect his body from the reflected bolts. Vlatkat rounded the corner into another room, ripping a cabinet down to slow the guards in their pursuit. With his back against the wall, he pulled out a few small explosives and primed them. He dropped them on the floor just as one gaurd rounded the corner. "BOMB!!" He yelled, forcing the others back.

In the few seconds before it exploded, Vlatkat turned to the large colored window on his side of the next room, and he flung himself crashing through the glass. A fireball burst out the window as he descended into the streets below.

 

[Laurent Anderson]

Laurent's crawling ended as he backed into the wall, feeling his body stop as he pressed into it in a cower. Laurent saw as the Jedi kept coming, batting away each of his bolts as if they were nothing more than child's play. The man hovered over him for a last second, as if basking in the moment, before slashing across Laurent's chest. The man felt the searing pain as his chest was surely sliced in half. He quickly slipped into unconsciousness.

~~~

The hover-gurney flew down the halls of the hospital, an entire team of doctors following it. Some of them were droid medical units, and others trained professionals in the field. Atop the floating bed sat the critical body of Senator Laurent Anderson of Coruscant. A team of nurses began pulling away his clothing, discarding it to an attending droid meant to collect discarded materials. By the time Laurent reached the operating room he was completely undressed, and there the nature of his wounds could be seen. He had a slash across his chest, exposing bone and lung, as well as a searing hole in what had been the muscle of his thigh. A large headed bith, the lead doctor, looked down at him and shook his head,

"It is a wonder he survived..."

A nearby med droid nodded "Indeed it is. We will be able to restore the damage to his chest, but his leg will suffer permanent damage."