#kaggath

First round: Sending GIFs

The round ended with me declaring a second Kaggath because she insulted Lana Beniko

Still neither of us won the round because the mandalorian owner of the server activated slow mode.

(Read part 1 here and part 2 here.)

Lorson was sitting next to the scarred Sith, both were strapped into their respective chairs as the agent piloted his ship through Hoth’s arctic weather and into the hangar of the hidden base. The agent felt sick, he had never done anything like this before. Throughout his career each of one of his missions had been concluded successfully. He had never felt bad for his target, still hadn’t, emotions did not usually factor into it… but the Sith had been right; the agent was in no position to end the Kaggath before any more people got hurt. The only course available was to put both Sith in a room and let them end it without any more collateral victims.   

“Lets go over the plan,” Lorson said after landing. The Sith nodded while unstrapping himself, he was wearing Imperial armor. “I update my access codes and hack into the restricted ones, we meet at the lowest floor after debrief in two hours, then we go get Krarsh. Do -not- get caught and do -not- kill anyone besides Krarsh.” The Sith simply nodded again and put on the Imperial helmet. “I do not have room in this to hide my saber in this outfit, I am trusting you with this,” the Sith said almost as an afterthought before he left. The agent nodded and took the extended weapon. It was odd for the Sith to trust him, he thought, likely he had no other choice, he couldn’t wear anything non regulation to hide the blade in. The agent hoped that this was the only detail the Sith had missed, both of their lives were on the line.

He made his way down the cargo ramp and into the hangar, a small party of Imperials were waiting for him. “Agent Lorson,” the one in charge said saluting. “Welcome back. We have received the report of your success.” Lorson returned the salute and held up a data pike. “I need to update my access codes, make sure I can still get in before the next mission. Tell the captain I will be ready for briefing in two hours.” The Imperial shook his head. “Negative, you are to come with me at once, the Sith requested to hear about your victory personally.”

The agent felt a sense of panic but nodded, he could not ignore an order even if it disrupted their plan. They would simply have to wait until nightfall to strike. The party led the agent through a series of corridors until they strode into a conference room. “You return successful,” Krarsh said as she strode in from the other side, escorted by ten guards. Instinctively Lorson took a knee. “Yes my lord,” he said, though he felt panic in his heart. If the scarred Sith messed up now his deception would be undone. He considered confessing everything; here and now. He could make up a story about the Sith forcing him into this; but he immediately saw the flaw in that plan, he did not know where the Sith was at all, he couldn’t say that the Sith was forcing him if he wasn’t even present; slaves had collars that blew up if they tried to betray their masters, so unless he had some device that detonated should he-

His thoughts were cut short when a second pureblood strode into the room. “Get up, my friend,” Adush said, a big grin on his face. “You have done a great deed today.” The agent’s blood ran cold as realisation dawned on him. He reached into his satchel, feeling the grip of the Sith’s lightsaber. “Get back!” he managed to scream before his satchel suddenly exploded into a shockwave, combusting into a great inferno tearing through the room and everyone inside.

-

The scarred Sith took his helmet off as he walked into the smoking and searing hot conference room. He could hear wheezing and glanced at what remained of Krarsh before shaking his head and turning to Adush. The man had somehow managed to shield himself through the force, but he was still taking his last pitiful breaths. “It has been a while,” the scarred Sith said, pausing for a long time.

(Read part 1 here.)

“I hope they have been treating you well,” the scarred Sith said as he strode into the darkened room. There was only one source of light, a spotlight aimed at the agent. Lorson’s face was a bloody mess and he was handcuffed to a chair but hadn’t suffered any further mistreatment after what had looked like a basic protocol droid had taken him out. The Sith squatted next to him, tilting his head to inspect the agent’s bruises. “I’m confident you’ll live,” he commented mockingly.

“Stop wasting my time, if you’re going to torture me, do it,” the agent snapped. The Sith looked at the agent for what seemed like a very long time. “I would advise you to address me with respect,” he said; his voice cold, his  eyes a feral yellow which held the agent’s until Lorson looked away uncomfortably.

“But no, I don’t believe I will need to torture you,” the Sith said, getting up. “When was the last time you saw lord Adush? In the flesh,” the scarred Sith started. The agent just glared, he had been trained for this. Instead of focussing on the questions he started counting in his head. “One pazaak deck, four cards. Minus one…”

“No less than three months ago.” The Sith answered for him and produced a chair from out of the darkness, taking a seat across from the agent. The agent set his jaw, the the other was somehow right, it had been more than three months. “Ever since then you’ve been dealing exclusively through screens or mediaries.” The agent tried to block out the Sith’s words and focus on his mental game, even though the man had been right again. “Second card: minus two…”

“You’ve been tricked, my friend,” the Sith said softly, reaching forward to put a hand on his shoulder. “I’m not your friend!” the agent snapped suddenly. “The things you did, you’re a traitor to the men that serve the Empire!” The Sith leaned back in his chair. “The attacks on training facilities,” he commented. The agent glared furiously. “Not my doing,” the Sith explained and got up. “When you are in a war with someone, you strike at anything he has at the expense of your own resources.” The Sith walked around the tied up agent. “Turn public opinion against your enemy and you take away any hope of him raising allies.” The Sith stopped in front of the agent and lifted his chin so their gazes met. “I did not destroy lord Adush’s training facilities and kill those recruits. He did that himself.”

The agent tore free from the Sith’s hand and set his jaw. If the Sith was deceiving there was nothing to indicate it, then again Sith were molded into excellent liars. “You are being used,” the Sith continued, taking a step back. “The lord you serve no longer exists and by serving his ghost you are not just wasting my time, but the Empire’s.”

The agent shook his head in confusion. “What are you talking about?” he asked. “Lord Adush is dead,” the Sith said evenly, clasping his hands behind his back. The agent almost laughed. “Then why isn’t your Kaggath over?” he asked. The Sith glanced down briefly. “Because much like yourself, I was being used. His apprentice Krarsh was supposed to be my spy, it’s through her that I managed to track Adush down and end his life.” The agent remained quiet at this, it had been Krarsh that had sent him on his original mission. Krarsh had been the only Sith that anyone under Adush had been dealing with personally for a while now.

“I have no proof that I killed Adush: I shot him out of orbit over Manaan. Ever since then, Krarsh has been assuming his role, pretending to be following his orders, ruling from the shadows,” the Sith looked at the agent. “You don’t fully believe me,” the Sith observed. “That’s fine. But consider this, as long as this Kaggath continues more Imperials will die. Put me in a room with Krarsh, I will end it.”