Llarri RP: Sweet, Sweet Revenge

Llarri RP: Sweet, Sweet Rev|enge

This may be contr|overs|ial, but I pro|mise this was ty|ped up before BLT’s RP g|ot up and I ju|st modi|fied it to incl|ude that. I ca|n’t gi|ve you pro|of, on|ly my wo|rd, but I prom|ise.

//RP as Llarri, 20BBY// It had happ|ened.

Finally.

Reve|nge was wit|hin gra|sp.

General Leton Mezoll has capt|ured Dunma, and Age|nts Satay, Supurr, and Nightshade had repl|aced her, Satori, and Dunma’s Pada|wan. All was goi|ng as I had pla|nned.

B|u|t it was n|o|t fini|shed ye|t. Dunma was a thr|eat, but the 99th nee|ded reve|nge on the 231st as a whole.

And Satay orde|ring them into a bla|ck ho|le wou|ld n|ot sati|sfy the ne|ed for reve|nge.

The C-9|9|7|9, the three Dia|monds, and the “Gu|nbo|at” soa|red toward the “Xishu Azwane”, which had emer|ged over Socorro a few hours ago. I met Mezoll in the han|gar.

“We|ll do|ne ind|eed, Gene|ral. I am impr|essed.”

“Thank you, Fle|et Admi|ral.”

“N|ow, to meet with our pris|oners.”

Marot Dunma, Liri Satori, and Risho Carron were le|d to where I was sta|ndi|ng. They had phrik sho|ck coll|ars with atta|ched tao|zin amu|lets aro|und their ne|cks, and they had been inje|cted multiple times with the Divi|sion’s mi|nd num|bing dr|ug.

“Wel|come, Je|di,” I said. I tur|ned arou|nd. “Wel|come to your wor|st nigh|tma|re.” I ta|pp|ed my wrist comm. The tr|io colla|psed to the flo|or, scr|ea|mi|ng as elect|ricity stre|amed from the col|lars to their bo|dies. When I fina|lly le|t u|p, the Je|di cou|ld n|o|t sta|nd.

“You d|o n|ot kn|ow the mea|ning of tr|ue pa|in y|et. Bu|t you wi|ll.” My dro|ids stu|nned each of them aga|in, then l|et micr|osco|pic dro|ids dr|op on|to th|em. They cra|wle|d in|to their bo|di|es thr|ough their no|ses, disa|bling any came|raes and once aga|in modi|fying any tra|cki|ng devi|ces to say they were ins|ide a bl|ack ho|le.

“Sir, we were exami|ning the dama|ged corv|ette... a team of spies left the ship and disappeared into one of our cargo rooms(you said you jumped into a foxhole but you weren’t on Nsus so there’s no foxholes on a Lucrehulk. So I made an improvisation. There’s, like, nowhere else to go on a cargo freighter.).”

“They ju|st do|n’t gi|ve up, do th|ey? Se|nd in the de|kas.” Dozens of de|kas ro|ll|ed toward the cargo room, foll|owed by num|ber of comm|ando dro|ids. They ret|urned with a couple stu|nned sp|ies. “Tao|zin th|em, mi|nd nu|mb them, E|M|P th|em, use the droids to reprogram tracking devices and disable cameras, and fre|eze them.” The dro|id no|dded and ra|n of|f to d|o ju|st th|at.

The “Azwane” so|on retur|ned to Nsus. There was mu|ch th|at nee|ded to be do|ne.

But for n|o|w, I ch|o|se to sav|or reve|nge.

//end RP//