[h2][b]Pestage's Folly[/b][/h2]

Everything had fallen into place. This plan which had grown from the darkest and most depraved corner of Raveem's mind was unfolding before his eyes. He looked on as Miryia spoke. While others saw madness, he saw raw and unrivaled power being manifested in the form of complex insults. It was beautiful to behold and he couldn't help but feel euphoric as he felt the Force emanate from her. While he didn't know if he was Force sensitive himself, nor did he care, he always felt this indescribable sensation whenever he was near a Force user. It felt good in a sense. The sensations made him feel euphoric. He wanted more of it. But in this instance, the effects were amplified as the plan he had so carefully put together continued to unfold before his very eyes. Abruptly, one of the royal guardsmen who were ordered to arrest them was killed. That briefly returned him to reality. Then, another guard was killed. After that, all hell broke loose. 

The lights went off and the room was suddenly illuminated by green and red blaster bolts. Lasers flew everywhere and people screamed left and right as old friends turned on one another and political enemies attempted to slay each other. Ishin Il-Raz, the fanatical COMPNOR leader was the first to die. His head was blown off by a single punch from Karius' cybernetic arm. Brain matter, bones and pieces of skull flew across the room as the Grand Admiral's corpse fell to the ground motionless. Tigellinus was wounded by a blaster bolt from an unknown Imperial Officer all the way on the other side of the room, most likely by accident. However, the culprit was soon stabbed to death by Hissa who confused him with someone else. Palleon and Sloane flipped a table near their corner and took refuge there as the small battle unfolded. Two governors tried to take on General Rom Mohc, but their attempt was soon foiled by Isard who shot them dead as Mohc fought them off. Phasma attempted to defend her master as much as she could. The bodyguard managed to kill two lower Imperial Officers who tried to kill Raveem. The Bothan seemed to be in his own world as he giggled to himself hearing and sensing the carnage around him. Grand Moff Dunhausen tried to kill his counterpart Hissa, but he was killed by Thistleborn before even getting to him. In turn, Dunhausen was murdered by a rival governor who slammed a bottle of whiskey over his head before shooting him on the ground. Bertroff Hissa managed to take refuge near one of the tables as other governors and officers searched for him. But, those too soon ended up dead or wounded. 

Soon, the room grew silent again save for the occasional groan from the countless bodies that now littered the reception area of the Senate Hall. Those who remained standing soon saw the carnage as the lights turned on. Countless bodies laid on the floor, either bloodied, bludgeoned or shit to death. Nearly two thirds of the Imperial Ruling Council had been killed. Yssane Isard, Rom Mohc, and Martio Batch on one side were unscathed by the shooting. On another corner of the room, Karius was stabilizing his friend Tigellinus who had been shot in the side by a stray blaster bolt. The half-breed, Grand Moff Hissa was sitting alongside a group of dead Governors, all either stabbed or bludgeoned to death. Palleon and Sloane emerged from their cover, surveying the carnage before slowly making their way to the center. Grand Admiral Takel had taken cover behind the bar and slowly peeked his head to see if the shooting had ended. The only two left from Pestage's camp was Pitta who had been injured during the fight and crawled over to a corner of the room to wait it our and Pestage himself. The Grand Vizier had been reduced to a cowering mess on the ground. Without his guards present or his previous master to protect him, he was but a defenseless child. 

"Please." He begged, looking up at Miryia. "Have mercy. I didn't mean for you to die. The intelligence was wrong. I swear I didn't have anything to do with it." A blatant lie. Perhaps in his last moments he believed he could still cheat his way out. However, that would not be the case. 

Raveem spun around, walking circles around Miryia and Pestage as he surveyed the room. Out of everyone there, he was the only one grinning. The carnage around him still had his heart racing. "What a day, huh?" He said, glancing at Miryia and then Phasma. "This turned out better than I thought." Miryia spotted Pitta on the other side of the room, slowly raising his pistol at Raveem who seemed unaware of the fact. One last blaster bolt rung out and that was followed by the Bothan screeching as he fell to the ground. The Grand Admiral grinned as he saw the Bothan hit the floor clutching his belly. Phasma shouted and charged him, but she soon stopped and turned to glance at Raveem. He then started laughing, and slowly turned his head toward Pitta who's face slowly turned into a look of sheer horror. 

"I-impossible…" He said softly, as his eyes widened seeing the Bothan slowly stand up cackling as he did. 

"My turn." Raveem's voice adopted a low and deeper tone as his smile turned into a sadistic grin. He pulled on his sleeve, revealing a small wrist mounted device with a launcher. Pressing a button, he shot a dart at Pitta's neck. Soon, the Grand Admiral's eyes turned red and he began to vomit blood. 

"That, Grand Admiral Pitta is a neurotoxin of my own making. In mere minutes, it will shut down your organs one by one while keeping you conscious as you experience excruciating pain…" Raveem waved in Pitta's direction, as the Grand Admiral choked on his own blood as it poured from every orifice in his head. "Enjoy." The Bothan cleared his throat and glanced at the bar. "Ah, I need a drink."