((Collab between myself and Sep, Part one...))

[h3][b][i]Above Coruscant...[/i][/b][/h3]

The black ship flew along its escort, and the pilots could see more clearly that it did not conform to any design they knew about.  It was either purpose-built or customized in some way.  As it came towards the Resolute, the tractor beam took hold and guided it into the awaiting bay, where no-doubt an escort of Imperials with guns stood at the ready.  The small vessel pulled back its gun-wings and landing gears unfolded, and there it stood, like a creature awaiting that fatal mistake that would allow it to kill.  The shaded cockpit opened next, and the pilot stood.  Whoever was assigned to take the occupant for questioning would see a figure clearly built for battle, a very savage-looking Zabrak in dark clothing with a hooded coat.  Tarak jumped down onto the deck plates, which seemed to resound a little as he did.  He sneered at his escort, and said…

[color=a0410d]"Let it begin, then."[/color]

The Hangar was bustling with activity, though a single officer wearing the black of the Imperial Security Bureau with a squad of five troopers approached the strange ship, though more eyes were watching the vessel warily from a distance. The troopers held their weapons in a ready position, though they weren’t quite aiming directly at the towering alien.  The ISB officer was the first one to speak. “Identification now. You have entered restricted Imperium Space without proper clearance codes.”

He locked his gaze upon the black-clad officer, marking him as the current focus of his frustrations, and began the merest push of the mental emanations which his Master so-delighted in crippling people with: Fear.  They would feel anxious around him, as is, but to better suit his temperament, he wanted that feeling to gradually worsen.  It would center upon the ISB Officer, but all within proximity should feel such a twinge, slowly but inexorably gripping their spines, turning their courage and fortitude into jelly.  In the meantime, giving little indication that he was more than just an irritated and battle-seeking alien, he did reach into a pocket with deliberate slowness to produce an identity card, one which would be about as useful as vibro-blades situated upon the wings of his craft.

[color=a0410d]"I do not know how to [i]get[/i] the ‘proper clearance codes’."[/color]

He handed the man his card, and when it was scanned through a datapad...it would read his name (Tarak), his planet of origin (Iridonia), his ownership of the Cleaving Tusk (the ship behind him), and nothing else.  Nothing particularly useful.  What he does for a living, where he’s been lately, etc. - these things were not present.  No, it was a card obtained for him by Master Diabolus, who simply asked for an ident card to be made, explained what simple details were to be registered, and then ordered him to forget.  Enough to fulfill the tedious task of being recognized as a person, but of no official use for anything beyond that, as it was completely unnecessary.

Despite the fear spreading throughout the hangar the officer remained composed. The stormtroopers fidgeted their blasters nervously, several engineers and pilots filed out of the hangar. No longer feeling needed. The Officer took the identification and slotted it into a nearby astromech, holographically displaying the details listed. “You get the ‘proper clearance’ by going through the correct channels ahead of time. Coruscant is deemed a high risk zone, the Rebels would love to cause chaos and destruction down on its surface.” He clicked his fingers and a datapad was brought out to him.

“Reason for visit?”

To the average person, this answer regarding access could have effectively meant anything from ‘You have to go through a tedious process of applying to some administrator over it.’ to ‘It’s not my problem and I don’t care.’ to ‘We don’t want your kind around here.’.  Tarak was sure that if he actually had the [i]patience[/i] to deal with this bantha fodder that he could easily subvert the will of some useless busybody to okay his travels...but he didn’t care either.  Equally, he was not interested in this conversation, but rather in pushing this vexing no-name pain in his backside to the point of soiling himself.  Thus, he said nothing until they wanted his explanation for coming here.  The pad was set to record his statement, so as the fear sensation began to increase, he gave them [i]this[/i] little gem.

[color=a0410d]"I await the bloody conflict that is to come to your precious world.  The Rebels [i]will[/i] come to sew chaos, but they will find me waiting, and they will despair as I [i]snap them[/i] in half.  That is how I earn my keep."[/color]

Everything about him indicated he was looking for a fight and geared to profit by it, essentially going with his strengths.  There was more to it, of course, but this waste of space needed not glean anything further than the surface of things, at the moment.  Even then, if he decided his curiosity out-weighed his sense, he was going to regret it...for about a fraction of a second, and then never again.

“So, bounty hunter? Or simply a maniac.” The Imperial Scoffed lightly, while the fear still spread through him and into the other troopers more [i]visibly[/i], the Agent visibly stood firm. He nodded to the troopers. “Detain him. He’s fine stock, we’ll find work for him somewhere.” HE looked dead into the eyes of the beast, unshaking and unwavering. “Don’t resist. I’d hate to need to clean this floor of your corpse.”

Obviously, the agent was made of sterner stuff than his subordinates.  Otherwise, he wouldn’t be able to keep such a cool face in a situation such as this.  Then again, it was equally likely that Tarak’s own mastery of the fear was not as strong as his master.  You could say that this was good [i]practice[/i], but not at all like the man who could paralyze with a glance…  Nevertheless, the Zabrak chose that moment to put on a nice and terrible grin on his face and returned the man’s stare with a glint of bloodlust in his eyes.

[color=a0410d]"Oh, I assure you…  If I planned to resist, you would not have to worry for the floors."[/color]

The ruse had served, for now, but if these Imperial fools did not start marching to [i]his[/i] tune, soon enough it would be time to see how well he could auger this ship into the capital or something.  Or maybe just take it for his own, fill it with worthless pirates, and command them to burn the galaxy in his name.  Whatever the case, for now he would allow them to escort him around.  The very [i]second[/i] one of them had the courage to touch his weapons, there would be a blazing ignition and a number of heads would fall to the floor.  A Sith can only take so much.

Two Stormtroopers moved forward, one of them pulling out stun cuffs, grabbing the beast's left wrist and locking it in. While he was working on moving towards clipping in the right wrist the other trooper was moving to search the Zabraks body and remove any weapons from his possession.

The next thing the Officer knew, the Storm Trooper searching for weapons flew past him as the Zabrak raised his uncuffed hand.  Couldn’t tell from that angle whether he’d struck him or not, but it seemed like the trooper was arcing nicely towards the nearest wall.  Usually a feat for large beasts, not most humanoids.  Of course, the tubular device IN said hand was unmistakable, same going for the one that shot from belt to right hand as the cuffing trooper watched, shortly before it ignited into his chest.  The Officer would see both weapons ignite, watch as the blazing orange light was burning through one of his men, and [i]probably[/i] realize that something along the same lines as Lord Vader was going on here.  His ‘captive’ now smiled at him.

[color=a0410d]"It seems my lie got carried away.  Now then...shall you escort me to the [i]captain[/i] of this vessel, or...will you be [i]deprived[/i] the luxury of worrying about clean-up as I promised?"[/color]

An ultimatum: Obey or die.  Even if the Officer knew diddly about Sith and Jedi, it was clear that the situation was [i]not good.[/i]