Revak
20-04-2014 08:08:06
Rivers of lighting danced across the sky, the crack of thunder rushing over the silent landscape of night. Rain licked the window, droplets twisting and converging as the storm raged on outside. Wind whipped and howled, as if the planet knew what dark act was being pondered. Nature was begging for reconsideration, but sadly it would not be obliged. The Jedi stared out across the blackness, the land flashing into view with every strike of lightning. Branches bent and danced as the wind passed through them, leaves jumping to their death as they were ripped away by the violent storm. A quiet smile came across the Gungan’s face as he realized now was the time to act.
With silence as his ally, he crept down the hall and basked in the shadows that lived there. His eyes slowly adjusted, allowing the silhouettes and shapes of things to slowly come into focus. The Gungan cursed under his breath as he came across the door he had hoped would be unlocked, finding it closed tightly and magnetically sealed by the lock. The Rollmaster stared at the lock for a little bit, and after his brief attempt to jimmy the lock free, he quickly activated his lightsaber with a loud cough to stifle the sound of it’s activation. Like a flaming torch through a snowman, the saber easily worked through the door and presented the Gungan with the access he required.
He had seen the Arthos many times, but never when it was so vulnerable. The Quaestor was away, and Kah knew he would never have another opportunity like this again. Without thinking, the Jedi made a flat out sprint to the ship and entered it’s hull. The extravagance and beauty of the vessel was lost on him, his purpose being to manipulate certain data files within the computer of the ship. Odan-Urr’s records were backed up and stored on the Arthos, and any changes made to them would be updated to copies across New Tython. After a few moments of searching, the Rollmaster had discovered the right terminal and began his mad search to find his prize.
“Odanite…odanite…odanite…” he muttered under his breath as his eyes scanned the screen. “AH! Odanite!”
He smiled as he highlighted the simple text in the screen and deleted. His fingers danced across the keyboard and hit the keys he required to make his correction.
“J…u…u…r…k. Dere, much bettah.” Said Kah as he cackled with glee.
Odan-Urr may have followed Liam, but never again would they be his Odanites. They would forever remain Kah’s Juurks.