Godular
27-06-2005, 04:21
Baron Skye took a sip from a very intricately designed coffee mug. Two tablespoons of cream, one sugar, and two blocks of a chocolate bar from a shop down the street. The nice old lady who ran the store made simply the best chocolate he had ever tasted.
It was the same combination he had employed since... possibly two millenia ago. It was hard to keep track of exact dates when one was as long lived as the Baron. Habits were harder to break for long-standing immortals, and debate still raged as to whether it was because they derived some sort of reassurance that something in their lives remained unchanging, or that their perception of the passage of time was so warped that momentary flights of fancy could last decades.
Skye for one felt his particular habits, bordering on obsessive compulsive at times, were because he was too damn busy worrying about everything else, and that being able to do something without real conscious thought provided him with a moment's rest.
The massive door to Skye's command chamber creaked open, and a simple lieutenant stepped through with a crisp salute.
"Baron Skye, Prefect Maximillian is here to see you."
Skye leaned back in his chair, taking another sip of his coffee, and waved an affirmative.
The lieutenant disappeared, and the doors surged open, and Skye's somewhat more battle-capable cohort came stomping in. The clomping sounds of his spiked metal boots were far louder than an individual his size should have been capable of, which usually acted as something of a warning sign against his opponents.
"Ah, Maximillian, so nice of you to come. Coffee?"
"Camel spit?"
"I'll take that as a no."
"Think I will as well."
Maximillian did not wait for permission before flopping down in one of the cushier couches on the side wall. He rested his metal boots on a coffee table, and splayed his arms across the rest of the couch.
At six foot ten, Big Maxie's humanoid form would have sent major weightlifters and martial arts masters alike into a state of catatonic shock. His muscles were too perfect, too well honed. The only way one could describe his physical structure was with the word 'Savage'. Underneath his black trench-coat, he went bare-chested, showing off the metal-veined flesh as much as he could. Simple black baggy pants, black plated greaves, a pair of black spiked boots, and black leather gloves completed the effective list of what Maximillian's humanoid form ALWAYS wore.
"If it ain't water or beef, I won't touch it. Just because you won't let me feed on what I REALLY desire, I'm not going to let you offer me whatever vittles you find it in your nonexistent heart to provide."
"Fair enough. Dietary assertions aside, there is a reason I requested your presence here today, Maximillian. And I dare say you may enjoy the task I shall put forth to you."
"THAT'LL BE THE DAY."
"So you say right now... I shall give you five minutes before you change your tune."
Maximillian quirked an inquisitive eyebrow. "So what gopher job do you need from me? Smuggling? Pesky planet removal? Or can I get back to building those OH so wonderful robots you had me design?"
"It involves the Jedi under our protection. Those in Asylum on our worlds, and in hiding on Jurai."
"What about them?"
"Doubtless you understand that with the death of the esteemed Daniel Masaki..."
"NOW THAT'S WHAT I CALL GOING OUT WITH A BANG! Too bad the casualty report was just sensationalist hype. Twelve million. Feh. Its as though they expect nobody to ask around for deceased relatives."
"WITH the death of mister Masaki, and with the Chronosian attack on the academy at Yavin, there are very few, if any Jedi capable of mounting a suitable defense against the inevitable Sith Lords that will come knocking at our door looking for some easy kills."
"And this concerns me... how?"
"I am assigning you to the task of acting as their... Sentinel."
Silence reigned for an eternity of seconds.
"Sentinel?! You want me to be a damned TUTELARY?!"
"You will be authorized to use whatever means necessary in assuring the survival of the remaining Jedi. I am loathe to mention that this means you can return to your old habits, ONLY IN PRACTICE AGAINST THE SITH... and their forces"
Another eternity of silence.
Maximillian quirked an eyebrow, then shook his head momentarily, as if not believing what his brain had just processed.
"You mean... I can feed again? I can... revert?"
"I hate to say it, but yes."
"When you said that it would take five minutes for me to change my attitude, you were right. I hate you for that, and at the same time I thank you."
"And that, Lord Maximillian, is why I run things now. The assignment begins immediately. Do not worry about your project, Maximillian, the Godulans themselves can easily match your grasp of... technological cruelty."
"Don't I know it. Little bastards are giving ME pointers."
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From Baron Skye to Master Masaki
No doubt you have realized that the Jedi are at something of a numerical disadvantage when dealing with the likes of the Sith, as widespread as they are in the Galaxy these days. I suspect you have also realized that you and your followers are... marked.
It is in light of this information that I am instituting something of a deterrent measure against any who would seek to do you and your compatriots harm. I have unleashed Prefect Maximillian Foster, also known as Big Maxie, Lord Seether, and more commonly as 'The World Render', and given him the task of ensuring your protection.
No doubt you will find his methods questionable, if not abhorrent, but rest assured, he is VERY effective. One could say he was built for this task.
Respectfully, and with some measure of Apology,
Baron Skye
It was the same combination he had employed since... possibly two millenia ago. It was hard to keep track of exact dates when one was as long lived as the Baron. Habits were harder to break for long-standing immortals, and debate still raged as to whether it was because they derived some sort of reassurance that something in their lives remained unchanging, or that their perception of the passage of time was so warped that momentary flights of fancy could last decades.
Skye for one felt his particular habits, bordering on obsessive compulsive at times, were because he was too damn busy worrying about everything else, and that being able to do something without real conscious thought provided him with a moment's rest.
The massive door to Skye's command chamber creaked open, and a simple lieutenant stepped through with a crisp salute.
"Baron Skye, Prefect Maximillian is here to see you."
Skye leaned back in his chair, taking another sip of his coffee, and waved an affirmative.
The lieutenant disappeared, and the doors surged open, and Skye's somewhat more battle-capable cohort came stomping in. The clomping sounds of his spiked metal boots were far louder than an individual his size should have been capable of, which usually acted as something of a warning sign against his opponents.
"Ah, Maximillian, so nice of you to come. Coffee?"
"Camel spit?"
"I'll take that as a no."
"Think I will as well."
Maximillian did not wait for permission before flopping down in one of the cushier couches on the side wall. He rested his metal boots on a coffee table, and splayed his arms across the rest of the couch.
At six foot ten, Big Maxie's humanoid form would have sent major weightlifters and martial arts masters alike into a state of catatonic shock. His muscles were too perfect, too well honed. The only way one could describe his physical structure was with the word 'Savage'. Underneath his black trench-coat, he went bare-chested, showing off the metal-veined flesh as much as he could. Simple black baggy pants, black plated greaves, a pair of black spiked boots, and black leather gloves completed the effective list of what Maximillian's humanoid form ALWAYS wore.
"If it ain't water or beef, I won't touch it. Just because you won't let me feed on what I REALLY desire, I'm not going to let you offer me whatever vittles you find it in your nonexistent heart to provide."
"Fair enough. Dietary assertions aside, there is a reason I requested your presence here today, Maximillian. And I dare say you may enjoy the task I shall put forth to you."
"THAT'LL BE THE DAY."
"So you say right now... I shall give you five minutes before you change your tune."
Maximillian quirked an inquisitive eyebrow. "So what gopher job do you need from me? Smuggling? Pesky planet removal? Or can I get back to building those OH so wonderful robots you had me design?"
"It involves the Jedi under our protection. Those in Asylum on our worlds, and in hiding on Jurai."
"What about them?"
"Doubtless you understand that with the death of the esteemed Daniel Masaki..."
"NOW THAT'S WHAT I CALL GOING OUT WITH A BANG! Too bad the casualty report was just sensationalist hype. Twelve million. Feh. Its as though they expect nobody to ask around for deceased relatives."
"WITH the death of mister Masaki, and with the Chronosian attack on the academy at Yavin, there are very few, if any Jedi capable of mounting a suitable defense against the inevitable Sith Lords that will come knocking at our door looking for some easy kills."
"And this concerns me... how?"
"I am assigning you to the task of acting as their... Sentinel."
Silence reigned for an eternity of seconds.
"Sentinel?! You want me to be a damned TUTELARY?!"
"You will be authorized to use whatever means necessary in assuring the survival of the remaining Jedi. I am loathe to mention that this means you can return to your old habits, ONLY IN PRACTICE AGAINST THE SITH... and their forces"
Another eternity of silence.
Maximillian quirked an eyebrow, then shook his head momentarily, as if not believing what his brain had just processed.
"You mean... I can feed again? I can... revert?"
"I hate to say it, but yes."
"When you said that it would take five minutes for me to change my attitude, you were right. I hate you for that, and at the same time I thank you."
"And that, Lord Maximillian, is why I run things now. The assignment begins immediately. Do not worry about your project, Maximillian, the Godulans themselves can easily match your grasp of... technological cruelty."
"Don't I know it. Little bastards are giving ME pointers."
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From Baron Skye to Master Masaki
No doubt you have realized that the Jedi are at something of a numerical disadvantage when dealing with the likes of the Sith, as widespread as they are in the Galaxy these days. I suspect you have also realized that you and your followers are... marked.
It is in light of this information that I am instituting something of a deterrent measure against any who would seek to do you and your compatriots harm. I have unleashed Prefect Maximillian Foster, also known as Big Maxie, Lord Seether, and more commonly as 'The World Render', and given him the task of ensuring your protection.
No doubt you will find his methods questionable, if not abhorrent, but rest assured, he is VERY effective. One could say he was built for this task.
Respectfully, and with some measure of Apology,
Baron Skye