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Post by Vilim Ju'oda [RETIRED] on Dec 15, 2019 14:49:07 GMT -8
The black shuttle landed in an arranged platform, from it descended the moff and the four Death Troopers, acting as chosen bodyguards to their Primary. The near-human wore dark clothes, but his long black mantle was lined a deep crimson, as red as thick blood, making a dramatic contrast. They were led to the place indicated by the Imperial guardsmen, where the emperor suposedly awaited.
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Post by Nicademus Delvardus IV on Dec 17, 2019 12:32:47 GMT -8
The black shuttle landed in an arranged platform, from it descended the moff and the four Death Troopers, acting as chosen bodyguards to their Primary. The near-human wore dark clothes, but his long black mantle was lined a deep crimson, as red as thick blood, making a dramatic contrast. They were led to the place indicated by the Imperial guardsmen, where the emperor suposedly awaited.
The doors hiss as Moff Ju'oda was permitted to enter after a few security screenings by Stormtroopers of the 501st. Once through the last checkpoint, the Near-Human Imperial was allowed to approach Nicademus. The Emperor moves away from the table, where he was discussing with architects and the overseers behind this grand operation to speak with the Moff.Ju'oda, welcome. Forgive this less than informal place, but the Senate Building was growing a bit too... confined. I needed to stretch my legs a bit and see the world that will become our capital, now that it is safer than before.Nicademus looks in the direction of the Imperial Palace before motioning to Ju'oda to join him by the viewport.Beautiful, isn't it? The palace where Palpatine, the Fels, and others ruled before us... reclaimed by a reconstituted Empire. |
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Post by Vilim Ju'oda [RETIRED] on Dec 19, 2019 2:46:40 GMT -8
"No need to apologize my liege"
The moff's long cape fluttered in the wing, flapping like a bat's wing.
"It's good to feel the air and flex the muscles. Sometimes much time is spent behind desks"
He walked and then stood slightly behind the emperor, respectful. His cold profile was almost impossible to read and unforgiving.
"The view is impresive, indeed. I do feel the Sith made so many poor architectural choices. My style is more... classical, leaning more to the elegant shapes of old Alderaan"
The moff places both hands on his hips.
"My sovereign, I wished to congratulate your Imperial Majesty on the recent string of successes, including rooting out the underworld from our new capital"
His advice had been properly understood, it seemed.
"And, also, that the Brentaal economy is bursting more than ever. However, I wished to ask for some trade privileges on behalf of the trading clans under my jurisdiction"
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Post by Nicademus Delvardus IV on Dec 19, 2019 14:05:45 GMT -8
Nicademus would lean forward, keying a console in front of him. The image of the Imperial Palace came up which had detailed plans on what was being renovated and refurbished for the Emperor. Quarters for a palace garrison, new chambers for visitors, living spaces for his family and more were detailed. As Moff Ju'oda spoke, Nicademus moves his hand along the holo-image, taking in the details that came up. The Imperial turns to Vilim after he spoke.
The victory is still has a downside, however. Coruscant has been left with years of neglect... there is so much to rebuild in order to secure its prosperity for the future. The criminals left it in a poor state and it will take some time, effort, and resources to make Coruscant shine again.
His eyebrow went up at the mention of trade privileges.
What sort of trade privileges do these clans watn, Ju'oda?
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Post by Vilim Ju'oda [RETIRED] on Dec 19, 2019 15:08:49 GMT -8
"That is not a downside. It means you can turn down the rubble and make it right. A new Imperial Center, better than any of it's predecessors"
He looked at the graphics calmly.
"It will take time and a huge investment, but we can get rid of the past and build anew, my Emperor"
The moff then cleared his throat with a slight cough.
"They want to have lessened customs while shipping goods through the Permelian and the Hylian route. Now that the Core is part of the Empire, again, they fear the bigger companies from the inner systems will aggressively expand their interests in Brentaal, to guarantee the correct transport of credits and goods to the economic powerhorses of the First Order, including Muunilist and Taris. With that comparative advantage over the other trading clans they think they will be able to keep their monopoly over both routes"
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Post by Nicademus Delvardus IV on Dec 22, 2019 17:57:18 GMT -8
Nicademus listens to the Moff, concerning matters of trade. It wasn't the Imperial's forte, but it was something that he had come to learn. Once a man of the military, the Emperor had ensured he was educated, properly, in politics, economics, governance, and more. Experience helped, except not in the economic part of things though. Still, he was informed and understanding nonetheless.
If I am reading your words correctly, you desire to assure Brentaal's position, as a trading hub, within the Core territories? You desire to ensure that the system remains untouched by rival trade companies that would seek privileges within these territories, given the annexation of Coruscant.
The Emperor wanted to make sure he was getting the right picture here. Like it was said before, trade was not his forte.
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Post by Vilim Ju'oda [RETIRED] on Dec 23, 2019 1:27:18 GMT -8
"Yes. Consider it, my emperor. Brentaal's trading clans have been always loyal, but they fear forceful buy out of their stocks and annexation by other companies. This is but a consequence of openning new markets, which, forcefully, will and are connected to my system"
Brentaal's routes were the best way to communicate two halves of the galaxy. Quickest and safest way.
"A lack of security is something the market hates, your Grace. Wars have been fought in the past for these, because economic powers are cowardly, they need a lot of encouraging and guarantees"
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Post by Nicademus Delvardus IV on Dec 23, 2019 9:27:28 GMT -8
Nicademus continues to listen as his eyes remained fixated upon the layout of the Imperial Palace.
With the acquisition of Coruscant, new trading guilds have begun to form. Originally, the authority, over their actions and trade regulations, was handled by the military directly. When the Moff Council is formed, I will see to it that a trading and economic administration is forged in order to ensure the security of all our trading worlds and economic systems.
With the move of the capital, Muunilinst would be restored to its economic origins. Aargau, his old capital, remained within the Deep Core and safe. Its banking investments were well utilized to advanced the First Order. The stability that the Empire brought ensured the economy could be restored to worlds that lost it.
Until that is done, I will still grant protections to Brentaal's trading economy. The trading clans there will have their influence secured and without intrusion from other companies elsewhere within the Empire. Their market will be kept safe for the sake of ensuring the system's importance within the Coreward territories.
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Post by Vilim Ju'oda [RETIRED] on Dec 23, 2019 16:36:49 GMT -8
The moff bows slightly.
"I'm thankful and so are the trading clans. Their loyalty will prove to be unwavering, sire, in the years to come"
He said, slightly flattering.
"My lord, if I may say as much, you may gain a galaxy with strenght, but you don't keep it with sheer might. Only the one who can keep a stable rule while having a strong economy can survive. But, your Imperial Majesty knows this, for certain. If the Empire is to thrive -like I know it will- it needs a strong administration and a smart economic management, else be its incredible potential be wasted. Most of your predecessors failed to see as much: some were too busy trying to instate their superstitious blabbering all over the galaxy"
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Post by Nicademus Delvardus IV on Dec 28, 2019 19:32:36 GMT -8
Nicademus, continuing to examine the interior of the Imperial Palace, through the holo-image, pauses for a moment with his motions.
When I ruled the Deep Core Remnant, I remember trying to focus on the internal matters such as reforming the army and navy, pacifying the people, ensuring our borders were watched, and that our economy was to remain strong. This Empire has thrived because of the stability we ensured, politically, militarily, and economically. I will not any of those factors go to waste.
The Emperor keys off the holo-image, satisfied with the reports on what was being done. The Imperial wondered if his family would enjoy this new home of theirs, surrounded by the never ending life of Coruscant. Certainly the change would fascinate his son and daughter.
As mentioned before, with the reformation of the Moff Council soon, I hope to get to advancing our Empire's structure and ensuring it sound and efficient. The transition from absolute military control to an administrative authority will require... a little work and effort. But it will safeguard and ensure the continued progression and stability of the Imperial economy. Especially once Muunilinst returns to its former status of a banking world.
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Post by Vilim Ju'oda [RETIRED] on Jan 2, 2020 13:16:31 GMT -8
"Your Majesty may count with my counsel. I will remain in Brentaal as long as you wish, waiting for further instructions. But, I do request being granted permision to stay in Coruscant for the incoming events, which are of galactic relevance"
He said, nonchantically.
"And, of course, I assure your Highgness that the members of the trading clans will be grateful when they're communicated of your decision, sire"
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Post by Nicademus Delvardus IV on Jan 3, 2020 12:01:32 GMT -8
Nicademus nods affirmatively to Moff Ju'oda.
No need for permission to stay on Coruscant. It will soon be erupting with celebration. I want everyone to enjoy it.
The Emperor says as he turns once more to gaze out the viewport of the floating platform.
Give my regards to the heads of the trading clans. Know that they will have prosperity and favor in return for their loyalty, their diligence, and their efforts in seeing this Empire thrive. Greater than any Empire before.
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Post by Vilim Ju'oda [RETIRED] on Jan 4, 2020 3:49:11 GMT -8
"Then, I will take your leave, Your Grace"
Said the moff. As soon as he left the platform he contacted one of his aides. He needed spacious quarters in the very capital, no matter where or what the cost. He had enough credits to pay for almost whatever he wanted or needed. And, after the emperor's grant, the trading clans would transfer sufficient funds to one of his personal accounts in Cato Neimoidia or Muunilinst. Also, one must always make an impression and, certainly, a grand residence on the city would speak volumes of himself. Also, if one had to do something, better do it in style. The Death Troopers flanked the entrance to his black shuttle. Soon thereafter, the ship headed for the newly-christened Pellaeon spaceport.
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Post by Nicademus Delvardus IV on Jan 13, 2020 21:44:36 GMT -8
A few weeks after the Liberation of Coruscant...
Imperial Civil Services, cooperating with Imperial Intelligence, were hard at work, building the population's fervor towards their new Imperial governance. Stormtroopers patrolled the streets, regularly, and yet they were not avoided. Even children came up, offering up something to show as a thank you for what these peacekeepers were doing for their friends and family. Small rallies were created, by agents of the Empire, acting as citizens, stirring up the population and inciting them to welcome the Empire with open arms. As a result, the banner of the First Order flew everywhere, businesses were beginning to boom again, recruitment posters, alongside propaganda were all over the walls throughout the Galactic City. Yet, most importantly, was the face of the Emperor, seen on holovids and in many pieces of propaganda. Pre-recorded speeches were heard throughout the HNN, all in an effort of Imperialization of the new capital. Yet, all of this would pale in comparison to the great rally held, outside the Senate Building, just a few weeks after the planet's liberation.
Upon the appointed day, Imperial Civil Services were active in distributing flags and banners. Droves of people gathered, alongside the disciplined ranks of Stormtroopers, members of the elite 501st, within the immense square before the Senate Building. HNN had even cancelled many galactic events for the sake of ensuring that the broadcast of the Emperor's rally was heard throughout the Empire. Plenty tuned in, on various planets, and even stopped what they were doing to listen in on what was being said. However, despite all the support, there were those that hid from the public on Coruscant. They despised the Empire, the First Order, and everything they stood for. It would only be a matter of time before ISB agents and Stormtroopers would come knocking at their doors.
The droves of people, anticipating this great rally, rose in unison, with cries and cheers, as the Emperor came forth. Drones flew overhead, capturing good images of the Emperor for all to see as he stepped out of the building and made his way to a podium, situated upon a platform, that was crowded with high ranking Imperial officers and officials, and guarded heavily by the Imperial Knights and Stormtroopers. The Emperor was seen being escorted by the Praetorian Guard, and was joined by Brock Ferrum, by Baltasar Delvardus, by Xeonon Solomon, and by the Empress Faina. Imperial Intelligence had gone to great lengths to ensure that the images captured were powerful and impacting.
Eventually, Nicademus got to the podium, raising his hand as a simple gesture of greeting and to silence the crowds. Yet, when they were silenced, there was a unison movement by the 501st as they saluted their Supreme Commander and their Emperor. A curt raising of his clutch hand meant the Emperor acknowledged their salute. With these formalities done, the Emperor began to speak.
When I first arrived on this world, when I saw Coruscant, for the first time in my life, from the space overhead, I felt the pain... I felt the anger... I felt the neglect of this beautiful planet. I could see her scars, the darkness within her streets, and the utter abandonment by those who claimed to be your protectors for centuries! For generations! Citizens of Coruscant, the Republic failed you and left you to fend for yourselves! In their vanity, they stripped your home, your world, of the means to defend and protect herself from those lessers of the Underworld!
There was a slight murmur that rose from the crowds. Imperialization was still taking hold, but Nicademus could feel that population take in his words. In the front rows of the citizens, he could see them nodding their heads and even voicing their agreements, though inaudible at this distance. The Imperial raises his hand slightly, intending to calm the crowds of their 'deserved' anger.
That is why I came to this world... I came here not to conquer your planet, not to make it a prize for the Empire, but to liberate you! To liberate you from neglect, from darkness, and from the threat of thugs and gangs. We brought order to disorder, law to chaos, justice to the wicked, and prosperity to stagnation. But it is not at all for the benefit of the Empire... it was to ensure Coruscant could shine again! It was to give the people hope, to give them life again, to give you all security, and wealth as you all once before enjoyed! For the Jewel of the Core to rust is a crime beyond all crimes!!
Once more, a murmur rose, this time louder than before. Groups of people voiced their gratitude to the Empire and anger at those who formally ruled Coruscant. The Emperor pauses, letting the people release their pent up rage. But, when he began to speak again, silence fell.
That is why Coruscant will be rebuilt. She will thrive once more, prosper as she did, and be the shining gem of this galaxy! Yet, above all, she will not simply be a world of the Empire. Citizens of Coruscant, she will be the capital, the center, the beating heart of the First Order! A capital that never again know instability, disorder, nor insecurity. A capital that shine brighter than any star in the galaxy! And together, citizens of the Empire, we will forward the mission of the Empire and see the galaxy united once more. And Coruscant will once more be the beating heart of that unity! Together, the Empire will never fall! Coruscant will never fall! And we will never fall into darkness EVER AGAIN!!
His words built up the crowds passion, so much so, that when his speech ended, an eruption roared from the crowd as banners were raised high and cheers flew across the square before the Senate Building. Above the crowd's fervor, the Emperor raises his fist once more and bellows out to the people.
LONG LIVE THE EMPIRE!!
A chant suddenly rose from the crowd, urged on by agents, hidden among the population.
Delvardus! Delvardus! Delvardus!
The chant went on and on without an end in sight. Coruscant was once more where she belonged, a capital and alive as she was before. In their eyes, the First Order was a savior of their suffering and the bringing of the order that they so longed for. Nicademus remembered what it was like when the First Order was formed, when the wars were won, when he proclaimed the re-establishment of the Empire... but this? This was beyond all of those events. Because for the first time, in many years, a strong Empire ruled Coruscant. And Nicademus would see to it that this achievement was immortalized in the annals of history.
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Post by Deleted on May 3, 2020 12:13:44 GMT -8
The sun began its slow descent over the skies of Coruscant, bathing the bustling cityscape in a pinkish-orange glow. It was a beautiful sight in many ways making it appeared as if the heavens above were alit with fire. The flow of traffic began to lessen as the business hours came to a close and the respectable community headed home for a deserved night of rest. It would remain this way for only a short time before the nightlife of Coruscant found its time to shine, beckoning forth the party-goers as well as the criminals. As the world grew dark, so did the attitude in which the city carried.
Moving with a quickened pace, gloved hands pulled the man up the ladder. His breaths were silent as he went as if the long haul to his desired position was but a simple walk in the park. Reaching the top of the building, his eyes looked around, hidden behind the mask that resided under his hood as he got his bearings. He was close now, his chosen nest right up ahead. Glancing down at his chronometer, he gave a faint grunt as he hurried along, knowing that he couldn't waste a second. With the darkening sky and his urban camouflage, he was a hard person to see, only the city lights capable of alluding to his presence.
Arriving at his selected destination, he removed the Model 38 Sharpshooter sniper rifle from his back. Smooth and swift in his movements, he unfolded the legs that served the stabilizer the weapon for far more increased accuracy. It settled gently in place as the sniper removed a pair of macrobinoculars and viewed the street below. Focusing on the area given in his briefing, it wasn't long before he found his target. Twi'lek, male, red skin. It was him alright. Blackmarket dealer and spice runner. So many times had this man evaded the law and continued to spread his goods to many parties. Normally not a problem, especially for men in the sniper's line of work, yet the reward was high and he had become a thorn in an important person's side. With his usefulness reaching its end, the Twi'lek's life was about to find its end.
Target in sight, he put the binoculars away and took up his position behind the scope. It took a moment but was quickly able reestablish the line of sight with his target. His breathing slowed as he dialed in the scope to better increase his accuracy. Once in place, he was able to fully gather the distance. A thousand yards. Nothing too difficult. Reaching up, he ensured his silencer was tight and in place. The unfortunate part of using blaster profiles was the beam was easy to see. If anyone was around to witness the shot, they could direct the law to his sniping nest. It didn't really matter in the end. He was a tactical and cautious individual. To function as any kind of mercenary or assassin, one had to be capable of eliminating a trail, which he had easily done. Still, he took every path possible to throw people off his scent. A silenced slugthrower was the best option.
He waited for several minutes in his perch, merely watching the exchange that was going down between the Twi'lek and another male. He had to be patient and wait for the opportune moment to make his move. Fortunately, he was a patient man. Ten minutes had passed before the arrival departed, leaving the Twi'lek to finish checking the credits he had just received. A smirk came across the man's hidden face as his target turned to leave, heading deeper into the street. His back turned, it made it all too easy. He led the target and once he was ready, fired his shot.
The bullet soared at high speed through the dark, the sound gave off by his gun lost within a few feet of his barrel. It didn't take long to find its target, piercing through the turning head of the red-skinned male. It was a perfect shot with precise timing, the turning causing the target to fall in a small spin, further hindering anyone from figuring out the bullet's origin. Taking in a slow, steady breath, he stood to his feet, fingers pressing up against his ear.
Balor reporting in. Target neutralized. With his mission clear, he packed up his rifle and began his decent from the buildings. It would be a little while before another found the body. By then, he'd be long gone.
Just another successful mission for Locneer Mercenary Guild.
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Post by Zed Bakiska on May 14, 2020 13:29:59 GMT -8
It was one pilgrimage that Zed had always wanted to take and one that he had always dreaded. Coruscant. The supposed center of the universe if the politicians were to be believed. Around the same time as the fall of his Order the planet seemed to plunge into chaos. Whether this was a coincidence or spoke to how the planet was a reflection to the state of the universe at the time was something the philosophers could argue about. Needless to say, despite his hatred for the First Order and what it stood for, they had brought peace and stability to the Galaxy, and indeed to the planet itself.
Blending into the crowd he weaved through the crowd unnoticed several times someone bumped into him causing them to look about in alarm for the seemingly invisible thing they ran into. Looking up at the Senate building in the distance Zed considered going to the former Jedi temple.
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Post by Vordec on May 14, 2020 15:37:49 GMT -8
However something different caught Zed's eye, whether it was the strange sulphuric low yellow lighting of the district he had inadvertently wandered into or the myriad of performers that now appeared and walked about, a human Male on 7ft tall stilts juggling vibroswords, a Sephi breathing and swallowing gouts of fire or two female Twi'leks who were swinging from a trapeze at least seven stories up, with one hanging off the other's legs.
There was clearly a lot to take in, and even if Zed had never visited before there were many a rumour concerning the Corusca circus, namely its claim to fame as being the galaxies largest permanent circus since it covered a sector of Coruscant, spanning a series of buildings in the old district as opposed to a single building or structure. The mass of neon lights and floating add signs may catch Zed's eye, one in particular featured a man, the moving image depicted him riding a huge white wolf, it then flicked to him seemingly calming and overcoming an Armadid which was a huge bull like reptilian creature with a massive claw on its tail and a huge maw of a mouth with razor sharp teeth and talons to match, not to mention the 2 metre long tusks either side of its head in line with jrs jaw they looked as though they could easily gore a hole, the thing leaked death from every angle. The signs all were emblazoned with the words encouraging purveyors to come and see the Magnificient Mak, tamer of all, the sign boasted that there was no creature alive that could not be tamed by him.
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Post by Zed Bakiska on May 15, 2020 11:47:53 GMT -8
Indeed compared to dusty archives, and a big room where people arguing a city sized circus seemed like a much better alternative. Unlike many of the people present watching the spectacle Zed had seen many more dangerous and amazing things. Still there was something alluring about it. Be it the noise of the music and the general sound of the excited people, the smells of fresh cooked food. Fried, baked, jiffied, and prepared every other way you could imagine. Or just the sights of people casually treating dangerous weapons on play things while being several feet off the floor.
The next show being the Magnificent Mak started in roughly a half hour. Making his way through the throng of people Zed snuck into the show and took a seat. Perks of natural telepathy was that you didn't have to buy a ticket if no one saw you. Taking a seat he always wondered why no one seemed to sit on him. In big crowds like this he was always invisible. No one would see him. He had never quite worked out how no one sat on him but they would bump into him while talking. Reaching over he snacked on someone elses food and waited to see this Mak show off his great feats.
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Post by Vordec on May 24, 2020 15:15:47 GMT -8
The show began with a pot bellied Dug wearing I'll fitting attire of that of the ring master he rode around the arena on a blurg telling the story of Mak; if it were to be believed. He built the atmosphere as was his job and announced the magnificent Mack.
The lights went dark and then two spotlights shone out illuminating a bear chested humanoid male in his early twenties one could clearly make out scars of claw Mark's on his chest and bite marks on his left arm, the figure stood with his arms clasped behind his back and then without so much as a warning three gates flew open around the arena and three Ice wolves growled into the space and began circling but the man did not move, they swept around him then closed the gap, suddenly the largest of the three leaped jaws gaping toward Mack only to gnash at empty space for as the crowd gasped the man dropped prone bending one knee and allowing his right leg to slide low across the ground, soon it were as though he was dancing as the wolves leaped and tried to take bites at his neck, ankles, legs and arms and yet to each gasp and each assault they found nothing but thin air. Finally as they surged forward led by the alpha the man leaped high in the air and landed on the ground, as he landed he thrust out a hand his fingers splayed dramatically and the slowly the wolves began to whimper and back down. It were as though the tables had now been turned. The man began to pace forward and the wolves placed away until he had forced them back into a cage much to the applause of the crowd, he took a bow and turned and trotted off the sand arena as more entertainment followed.
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Post by Zed Bakiska on May 25, 2020 15:19:04 GMT -8
Zed took in the death defying feats of Mack. Certainly these wolves had been trained to a degree However as he watched more intently it was also clear that the wolves seemed to be interested in nothing more than trying to kill the man. Each bite, slash and jump had only purpose. The kill the man caught between them. Mack seemed to know the wolves actions before they did, maybe he was just so used to the animals he knew what they would do. Certainly he had the scratches and scars to prove that there had been mistakes in the past. Even the jump could be explained. However the way the beasts responded to his out raised arm caused Zed to close his eyes and expand his mind.
All of the people around gave off varying amounts of power in the force. If Zed had been pressed to explain what he saw when he did this it would be light in the shape of the being. Some lights were brighter than others. Mack gave off a light that shone like a supernova compared to everyone else in the arena. The force was strong with him. Basking in the light a little too long Zed felt the expanded energy enter into him and ate it up.
He needed to see this young man closer. Stepping down from the cloud and around the circumference of the arena he made sure no one had noticed him before jumping down and heading off in the direction of the Magnificent Mack.
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