[center][h2] Armond Organa [/h2][/center]

I signal my guards, and they lift the four to their feet. “I require time to assemble a judicial council to oversee your trial. For the time begin, you will be placed in holding cells in the castle dungeon...”

[center][h2] Darth Hexxus [/h2][/center]

“Why waste time?” I pull away from the guard as he tries to escort me away. “You say rule of law is an important tradition? Well... I took the time to research Alderaanian customs before I arrived, and there was one passage I found incredibly interesting: Trial by Combat!”

[center][h2] Stefan Thul [/h2][/center]

“You have no right to make such a request! Ignore him, Lord Organa!”

[center][h2] Darth Hexxus [/h2][/center]

“The ancient laws say it clear. The accused may stand trial, or he may fight his accuser in ritual combat. That is my right, if you still honor the old traditions as you claim to.”

[center][h2] Armond Organa [/h2][/center]

I keep from showing any emotion on my face, but underneath I was cursing. “The laws... permit Trial by Combat, though it has gone out of fashion.” I take another contemplative pause before giving my final answer. “I am bound by tradition to allow this request, but I would be a fool to let a well known Sith lose in my castle. You can not be trusted to fight fairly.”

[center][h2] Darth Hexxus [/h2][/center]

“All is fair when you are fighting for your life, my Lord! Or are you so afraid that will seek to handicap me?”

[center][h2] Armond Organa [/h2][/center]

“Even handicapped, you are more than a match for any man on my guard. You will not fight today.”

[center][h2] Darth Hexxus [/h2][/center]

“One of my companions then? Stoic Zee, perhaps? Or manic little Ursa? Either of them would be more than happy...”

[center][h2] Armond Organa [/h2][/center]

“The Devaronian. He hasn’t spoken a word since he arrived; the only one to not mouth off like a child. AND your least favorite, I can tell. He will be your champion. All your hopes, rest on his shoulders.”

[center][h2] Darth Hexxus [/h2][/center]

Frowns. “You can’t choose my champion for me! Pykeon isn’t...” I catch myself. “And... who will be your proxy, pray tell?”

[center][h2] Armond Organa [/h2][/center]

“No one.” I step down from my throne. “I will fight for myself.”