[Center][h2] Jorg Sucal  [/h2][/center]

I sit in my office in Presidential Palace, looking through the massive window at the Coruscant cityscape. The shield over the Senate District is still holding, but everything around it is in chaos. I can see the smoke even from here.

[Center][h2] Senator Pasture [/h2][/center]

“Chancellor, are you even listening to me?” I sit on the other side of the chancellor’s desk, a panicked look on my face. “I said the Eastern District has completely fallen! The Mandalorians have set up a command hub out of the old durasteel mill, and they’ve cleared a landing zone for their drop ships!”

[Center][h2] Jorg Sucal [/h2][/center]

I do not turn around. “Our reinforcements will arrive soon. They will deal with these brutes.”

[Center][h2] Senator Pasture [/h2][/center]

“Planetary security is holding, but it will only be a matter of time before they are overwhelmed. If you would just deploy the Sith Hunter droids...”

[Center][h2] Jorg Sucal [/h2][/center]

“I will not! They are the last line of defense if the Mandalorians pass through the ray shields!”

[Center][h2] Senate Pasture [/h2][/center]

“And whole you sit here, protected by droids and shields, Coruscant burns!”

[Center][h2] Jorg Sucal  [/h2][/center]

I turn and signal my guards. “Get the Senator our of my sight! This meeting is over!” I put my elbows up on my desk and bury my face into my hands.

[Center][h2] Carice Malori  [/h2][/center]

I step out behind Sucal and drape my arms around his shoulders. “Calm yourself, my lord. This is but a minor setback in our plan.” I lean down to look in his face. “Does the Mother Of Wisdom have any words?”

[Center][h2] Jorg Sucal  [/h2][/center]

“She is silent, as usual.” I grind my teeth in frustration. “This has gotten far out of hand. I should have killed that HJ brat on Ilum when I had the chance.”

[Center][h2] Carice Malori  [/h2][/center]

“You could not have known he would mate the Mand’alor. That mistake can still be rectified though.”

[Center][h2] Jorg Sucal  [/h2][/center]

“I’ve worked too hard to allow my plans to be undone by... Mandalorians.” I say the last word contemptuously.

[Center][h2] Carice Malori  [/h2][/center]

“At least we know that the Vessel yet lives. Xanthippe Naberrie’s deception was clever, but short lived. Can you sense where the girl has gone?”

[Center][h2] Jorg Sucal  [/h2][/center]

I shake my head. “She’s disappeared again. Last time I sensed her was on....” I pause, then straighten up in my chair. “Where is Darth Hexxus? I need him.”

[Center][h2] Carice Malori  [/h2][/center]

“Terrorizing a village in Salucami. Quite far away to render help any time soon. In the meantime, why not make use of my latest creation?”

[Center][h2] Jorg Sucal  [/h2][/center]

Oh yes, I think to myself. Draxxal. What Malori affectionately calls ‘Gendry 2.0’, and improved version of her previous clone attempts, hopefully with less side effect of insanity. “Send him into the field. Let him carve a path through these Mandalorians, and root out any resistance from the underground.” 

[Center][h2] Carice Malori  [/h2][/center]

“He will not fail you, my lord.” I cross to the front of the desk so that I can look directly at Sucal. “Once we have the vessel, nothing else will matter. The Tempest Eye is almost ours. Let Coruscant burn.”


[Center][h2] Jorg Sucal  [/h2][/center]

I shake my head. “No... one other thing matters; my son. I want him found and brought back to me.”

[Center][h2] Carice Malori  [/h2][/center]

“Jude has chosen his path, my lord. He is a rebel...”

[Center][h2] Jorg Sucal  [/h2][/center]

“He is MY SON!!” I pound the desk. “He is young and foolish, but he is still mine, and he will obey his father in the end.” I sit back in my chair. “He is on Alderaan... with the Vessel. She is hidden from me, but I can sense Jude with ease... and I will have them both before this is over.”

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