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In the recent Battle of Sarall, the Murkossinian troops managed to capture 7 high ranking Jedi officers. They were brought to the planet of Arborius to answer against War Crimes of the greatest nature. They have all been found guilty and been sentenced to public execution.

OOC: I got this hilariously sadistic method from the new Dr Who series. I'm sure they won't mind me borrowing it.

IC: The process involves making a thin acid. We then drop the sentenced in there, and let them burn. Their skin dissolves, allowing their intestines to drop into the acid. And all the time, they are alive. It is the worst sentence that can be given in the Murkossinian courts. Very painful. It will occur in a couple of days.

Agents of the Imperium shall attend; there is still much unfinished business between our two nations; and I would rather it be concluded, sooner rather than later. Galactic politics being what they are; fate is a capricious master. His plans are not our plans. We assume that learned beings such as yourselves understand.

'Of course. We will greet your delegation with our ships.'

The executions will take place in around three hours now (NS time, so in a few minutes). We can now reveal that two of the Jedi are female.

Marcus himself had arrived; taking his place to watch the execution; raising apondering finger to his dark lips, leanign forward as he awaited the spectacle. It had been an age since he had seen a good Jedi die; not since the Battle of Tenetia had he lusted for such blood to bw spilt; when the three moons spilt, and hell itself was sent forth; burning core and mantle in a twilight dance about that world.

And now he came again; to watch the death of a Jedi. And he yearned for it...

'It's good to see you Emperor Marcus' said Paulo matter of factly. 'Shall we get on then.' He turned to the executioners and nodded.

First was the most important Jedi, Master Rodin Murkel. He hung over the acid, his eyes shut in anticipation. As he was lowered in, a hissing sound came up from the pot. The watching Murkossinians watched in silence, but their eyes flashing yellow (the sign of amusement). Then the Jedi began to scream as his flesh dissolved.

'Oh, he'll be alive for a while. It's how the acid works' he remarked to Marcus. 'He has fallen to pieces but he still lives. We are making a soup out of him while he dies.' His eyes flashed yellow at his own 'joke''.

After around 10 minutes, the scremaing subsided. 'Ok, bring out the next one' shouted Paulo. 'Really quite tedious sometimes, but it's only used on special case prisoners. Anyway, you wanted to speak to me.' he said, raising his voice a little over the screaming of the second Jedi.

A VSSD ship landed and House Speaker Fdar Trede walked out and was escorted to the execution site. He then turned to Paulo and said:

"Well what have I missed."

'Two Jedi have been executed. The other 5 are waiting to come out. You've just arrived in time to see the first female executed Fdar.'

"HE HE Milk splatter!"

OOC: Check the Sarall battle thread http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?p=9406967#post9406967

IC: Fdar then opened a cooler and opened a bag of Popcorn and took a beer out of the cooler. He then took out another bag of popcorn and a beer and handed them to Curdar saying,

"Want some?"

This is an FFO, right?

OOC: could this be a pic of a person from Vespeterium Minor. A Murkosinnian is what you call it. http://thebiggestsecretpict.online.fr/ufo/Roswell_alien_prop.jpg

heres Fdar Trede- http://www.zapad.cz/fotos/zdravi/cholesterol/fat_man_large.jpg

His mom was Human but his dad was Glork so you don't all hate him.

lol. Fdar sure is crazy looking. And thanks for putting up the picture, but I have a very distinct idea about what the Murkossinians look like. Have you ever played Soul Reaver?

Ohhh, Zephonim?

lol. Fdar sure is crazy looking. And thanks for putting up the picture, but I have a very distinct idea about what the Murkossinians look like. Have you ever played Soul Reaver?

OOC: Razielim, Dumahim, Turelim, Zephonim, or Rahabim, or maybe Raziel or Kain himself?

Errm, well I don't know their names. But the brother that evolves into a spider like thing. They look like his offspring. Not him, he's too big and weird looking. But they're tall, thin and grey.

Ohhh, Zephonim?

I hated them almost as much as I hated the Rahabim, they both sucked royally when it came to fighting them with the reaver, or claws for that matter.

Is Zephonim the spider?

Errm, well I don't know their names. But the brother that evolves into a spider like thing. They look like his offspring. Not him, he's too big and weird looking. But they're tall, thin and grey.

Zephonim.

Well now you have an idea what my race look like. They're about 8'6 average though, so a bit taller than the guys in Soul Reaver.

Well now you have an idea what my race look like. They're about 8'6 average though, so a bit taller than the guys in Soul Reaver.

Just a bit, like 3 feet or so...

"So you want them or not?" said Fdar as he watched on.

OOC: http://www.dark-chronicle.co.uk/archive/arcpics/Zephonim2.JPG

OOC: this the murkosinians? http://www.nosgothclan.de/LoK/Bilder/1Zephonim.jpg

OOC: Mine are better :P

IC:

"Yes, Indeed we must talk. And I can think of no better place than before this...spectacle. Too many of the young races at the wedding to truly have parley. You saw the sniffling worms, with their delusions of former glory; of Terra and Cadia; and humanity. I have transcended their human notions; I have swept aside what they view as pure and just. I have become the shadow all human life should fear."

'No Fdar, we don't drink alcohol. It causes us to die.'

He turned to Marcus. 'Yes, we have much to discuss. Our races have a lot in common. Both far above the average life form. Both more intelligent.' he raised his voixce again as the fifth Jedi began to scream. 'Both greater and better evolved than others. Not you Fdar' he added to the side. 'We have much to discuss.'

"Exactly. Superior lifeforms must unite to stave off the inevitable decay of power that younger more...Impetuous races bring. They think themselves masters of the universe; greater than beings who existed before they suckled at mammalian breast. They must be led to realise that humanity is not a power to be reckoned with; that the Elder, more experienced races are the shephards; and they the mortal cattle."

Paulos eyes flashed yellow. 'Exactly. We have to teach these over confident apes to respect their elders.'

"Indeed; they must be tamed and broken; as a horse is by a rider. They must be made to see that us races bestride them with superiority, experience and resources. Of course; to that end; a show of power must be formulated. Something to strike humans in the very depths of their hearts; to crush their spirits."

ooc: My agents always make a decent entrance :D
ic:

In a flash of light, a seven foot tall hologram appeared, on a holographic throne, hovering above The host of the grisly exhibition. In a distorted voice, it spoke:

"I am the Prime Aspect of Ra, the dead God. Hearing of this event pleased me greatly, and I wished to see it. Although I cannot be there in person, my hologram can. Perhaps, your race is not amongst the fools who proclaim themselves masters of all, and have not yet seen their first billion years. If that is so, we may parley."

The hologram simply hovered, awaiting a response.

Paulo turned to the hologram. 'Greetings. No, our race has dominated the planet of Arborius for the past 12 and a half billion years. We were in space flight while the humans still killed eachother with swords.' He turned and looked at the last Jedi being brought out.

'Well, you've missed the deaths of the first six, I'm afraid you will only see the last.' His eyes flashed red in impatience. 'It takes a long time to execute these, and I have important things to do. There is a war on! Get him out and chuck him in the pot!'

He turned to the other three (Emperor Marcus, Fdar and the hologram of the Dead God). 'Apologies. But this whole event takes ages. But my race enjoy it, especially against the Jedi. They are despised on this planet. I must contact Curdar and see how the war is going.'

The hologram made a hissing noise, and flashed again.

"I was expecting this to be more.... Worthy. I must leave, I have worlds to shape."

With another flash, he disappeared.

'Hmm, how odd' remarked Curdar to the other two, his eyes flashing grey. 'Anyway, we were speaking of the human race and other weak species.'