Chapter 1
Location: JOG’s Capital City Streets
Waves of smoke filled clouds wafted through the streets as mindless rioting masses roamed freely, breaking glass and setting fire to everything in their path. The evening’s skies were tinted with a reddish orange haze, as city blocks of housing became nothing more but fuel for the fires. Screams of terror could be heard as men, women and children not yet inflicted by the insanity that had gripped the citizens of the capital city were being brutally torn to shreds.
Husbands murdered their wives, mothers murdered their own children, children grouping together overcame their parents with neighbors all clawing, biting, stabbing, shooting, and suffocating each other, committing all acts while in sensed with some unknown rage.
It was happening everywhere . . . the Nation of JOG was tearing itself apart.
The capital city as a whole was partially on fire. It was the same on every planet in the JOG system. Marshall law had been ordered several weeks earlier, with Jedi Knights leading battalions of some of the remaining unaffected military personnel, trying desperately to halt the plague of violence where ever they could.
However some Jedi were already lost, inflicted with the insanity as well. With lightsabers blazing they hacked their way through everyday citizens and their battalions with little thought, with absolutely no remorse.
One very such disturbed Jedi was that of master Jedi Mendez. Lost to his own nightmares, the once proud and upstanding Jedi now roamed the streets in search of full filling some unquenchable need for death and destruction.
Like a flies attracted to light, the deranged master Jedi seemed to gain a following of fellow mindless citizens bent of the same sort of chaos as he moved through the streets. With seemingly no destination in mind, the crazed Jedi found his way to the heart of the capital city, where the once majestic but now engulfed in flames, Golden Hall of Jedi stood . . .
Trying desperately to put the flames out, fire crews worked frantically as a small battalion of JOG soldiers formed a perimeter around them defending the brave crews from charging rioters.
With a raging firestorm behind them and concrete barriers between them and ruthless rioters in front of them, the battalion lead by Jedi Knight Exile prepared for combat. Kneeling besides him, his exhausted soldiers, grossly under manned, with ash and sweat streaking across their faces, aimed their blaster rifles at the on coming mass of people.
“ GO BACK HOME!!!” the knight shouted at unruly crowds. “ DON’T, PLEASE DON’T COME ANY FURTHER!!!!!”
But they came anyways. Like lunatics let loose from their cages they flung their bodies towards the battalion of soldiers. Sadly, the troopers had no choice but to open fire on their fellow citizens in return.
The first wave of mindless rioters fell to the ground. Most of them died as soon as they hit the ashen concrete of the city street. But some, even after being shot continued to crawl, on their hands and knees, some even on their bellies, trying desperately to continue their assault upon the soldiers.
Somewhere in the murderous mass of citizen’s, the deranged master Jedi Mendez struck. Followed by several rioters armed with clubs and vibro knives, they broke through the perimeter and began tearing through the troopers themselves.
In horror, Jedi Knight Exile could sense the loss of many of his men as he himself valiantly fought several of the insane rioters that crossed his path. As he did so he saw somewhere in the thick of the battle a saber of a Jedi hacking away at his own men.
Without hesitation he made his way towards the one wielding the saber. And as he decapitated several of rampaging citizens along his path, Exile move in to meet the deranged master Jedi in open battle.
Upon several dead bodies the two Jedi clashed. It wasn't pretty, it wasn't using skills that they had both learned at the Jedi Temple as part of their training, but was a savage series of hacking and slashing at each other that defined the battle.
The battle was fierce, ugly and short.
After several heavy handed blows, the crazed and almost animalistic Mendez, drove the Jedi Knight, Exile to his knees. And as the insane master Jedi, bent on the destruction of the knight before him, brought his saber down towards the man’s head, Exile brought his hand up to stop the momentum of the arm wielding the striking saber. And as Mendez’s attack came to a halt, Exile thrusted his own blade into the abdomen of the master Jedi.
The horrific scream that seemed almost as a growl let loose by the crazed Mendez was followed by the man grabbing Exile, pulling the knight to him and biting down with full force on the man’s neck.
Blood gushed out of the wound as Exile screamed in agony. In unison the two began to fall back on to the knight. As they landed on the mass of dead bodies, left in the wake of the battle going on about them, Mendez clawed with his fingernails at the knight’s face all the while clamping down on the Knight’s neck with his teeth.
After several seconds of this brutal attack and unsuccessfully trying to pry the savage master Jedi off of him, Exile began to fade out from the loss of blood that was pouring out of his wounded neck. However as his eyes began to haze over, he felt the animal that was Mendez lifted off of him. He could feel his own flesh from his neck being ripped from him in the process.
And as he began to fade into unconsciousness, the last words he could hear were that of a JOG solider saying something of the sort, “ forgive me brother,” and the laser blast that followed. The last thing the knight saw before he faded out completely was the once proud and mighty master Jedi Mendez falling to the ground, dead from a blaster bolt to the head . . .
Standing over the dead body of Mendez, Private U.S.A. with his blaster pistol still smoking from the lethal shot it had just discharged in this right hand, looked on in horror at what had just occurred. He had just killed the man, a Jedi of JOG. He had to of course. But that didn’t make the job any easier.
It took him a second to snap out of his thoughts and back to the reality at hand. His battalion was moping up the rest of the pack of rioters, but there were so few of them left. As he accessed the situation he realized his best course of action was to get to the wounded. He rushed to kneel besides the now unconscious Exile and apply pressure to the deadly wound of the knight’s neck.
As he did so he called out into his comlink, “ This is Private U.S.A. of Squad Mynock . . . location Golden Hall . . . WE NEED A MED EVAC NOW!!!!!”
The comlink replied back to him, “ Stand by squad Mynock, local facilities are overwhelmed, we are rerouting you to Pleasur’s Pride now in orbit over the planet. . .”
“ Fuck,” U.S.A. muttered to himself. “Med evac to space is not advise, over, I have a fallen Knight here and he is not going to last long enough to get to . . .”
Just as he was finishing the sentence, a troop transport, an early clone war class by design, came flying out of the sky at break neck speed, and stopped hovering just in front of the private and fallen knight. Behind it several other troop carriers came to similar stops, hovering just above the ground as well.
As the side door to the ship opened, the ships Captain ran out to meet the Private, “Captain Nightstalker of the Death Mask here for emergency medical evac.” He grabbed the Private by the shoulders and shouted, “ get your men and those fire crews out of here. The Jedi Council has ordered this section of the city overran, they are pulling everyone out of here.”
U.S.A. did as he was told.
“ Help me with this man,” the captain shouted. The two of them carried the pale knight to the ships hold. As the knights neck sprayed blood everywhere the captain continued, “ Private, put pressure on the man’s neck or he is going to die.” Crouching at Exile’s head, U.S.A. did his best while inside the ship. With on board medical gauze, the private fought through the squirting blood coming from the knight’s neck, doing his best not to throw up at the tremendous amount of blood everywhere.
“ His jugular vein must have been damaged,” he said.
Nightstalker looked to the man and slightly shook his head at the mess before him. Besides the major gash in the Jedi Knights neck, his face had several claw marks all of which let loose blood of their own. He turned briefly to the cockpit and cried out, “ Get us out of here.”
The ship lurched forward for a second, and then was off. It stream line its vector straight towards space. As it did this the ships sliding doors, came to a close. An eerily dim yellow light replaced the lighting of the sky. The captain looked to the private, with a grief stricken face.
“ Is he going to make it,” U.S.A. shouted over the humming engines of the ship.
Once again the Captain shook his head, “ Not unless we don’t do something here and now.”
“ What do you want to do then!” the private replied.
Nightstalker did not reply at first. Instead he positioned his body to the side of the knight and placed his hands over the man. “Just keep applying pressure to the wound.” Closing his eyes he began to concentrate.
U.S.A. looked at the captain in bewilderment, “ you going to try to heal him, are you a Jedi? ”
Nightstalker didn’t answer him but instead concentrated on the task at hand.
“ What are you doing,” the private exclaimed, “ are you some sort of Jedi healer?”
“ Shut up man, I need to concentrate or this man is going to die. I don’t have time to explain to you the process, just . . . trust me will ya!”
U.S.A. looked at him for a second, shook his head then looked back to the knight that lay before him, “ just hang on Knight Exile . . . just hang on!”
Chapter 2
Location: JOG City Streets
Alarms were blaring across the fire riddled streets, as a scratched and distorted recording sounded over a small family, “ All unaffected citizen’s, please hurry to . . . Naval. . . ian Yards. . . evacutati. . . in progress. . . repeat all. . . fected citiz. . . please hurry . . .”
Huddled next to a wall at the exit of an alleyway, a man, his wife and his child peered around a corner to look down the street before them. The child no more than 6 was crying softly as the mother held the child close to her.
She spoke up to her husband, “ Jmeeey are we going to make it?”
The man held out his hand to the women’s face and nodded. “ of course dear, we are almost there. Just a quarter mile more and then we will be at the naval yard. Soon we will be off this planet.”
The wife smiled and nodded reassured.
Jmeeey turned his head away from here then looked down the road again. It seemed empty. “ Okay lets go.”The three of them move swiftly down the street, hugging the buildings as best as possible. Hoping that they could hide in the shadows of the walls.
But they didn’t get far. Somewhere in the distance, Jmeeey could hear his worst nightmare come true. He heard the voices that had been haunting him and his family half way across the city. Those that belonged to a deranged mob.
In reaction Jmeeey quickly knocked in a door of a building that was on the street that they were on. “Hurry,” he said to his family, “ get in. We have to hide . . . now.”
The building was a two story antique store filled with priceless artifacts from JOG’s past. It luckily was one of the few buildings not on fire. The family came to an upstairs window that overlooked the street, to see where the mob was going. To their horror, several of them were headed to their location.
“ Go . . . Go. . . Go,” Jmeeey cried. The three of them ran as fast as they could down the buildings stairs towards a back of the building itself. As they headed to the back most room they found a window that lead to a side street. Jmeeey closed the door to the room behind them hoping to buy time while they made their escape. With his family standing to the side of the window, Jmeeey broke it with his elbow and cleared away what glass he could so he could get his family out.
“ I’m . . . scared,” Jmeeey’s child cried.
“ It’s alright sweetheart,” Jmeeey replied calmly as possible. He helped his wife at first then preceded to help his daughter out of the window. But time he found out was not on his side. Three of the insane rioters broke through the room’s door and quickly attacked him.
His daughter’s cry intensified as her father was ripped from her.
Over the cry, Jmeeey shouted to his wife and child, “get to the evacuation point. . .”
“JMEEEEEEEEYYYYYY . . . . . DADDDDDYYYY,” his wife and daughter screamed in unison.
“ GO NOW,” as cried back to them as he struggled with his deranged attackers.
Jmeeey squirmed under the beating that the three began to inflict upon him. Trying desperately to regained solid footing. It wasn’t until one of the men bit his arm that he went on the attack himself. He elbowed one in the head that was behind him while kicking another back off of him.
His motion carried him to the room’s wall where he completely regained his balance.
Now facing the three men who stood before him, the real fight began. His first move was to charge one of them. He lowered his shoulder into the attack and knocked one down to the ground, knocking over a small table in the process. As he did this the other two were on him.
But before they could get to their target, Jmeeey pivoted his momentum; lifted up his left leg and slammed his heal into another of his attacker’s outside knee. The force of the impact shattered the leg inward sending the deranged attacker to the floor.
The third man didn’t stop his attack however. He landed a fist across Jmeeey’s face. The blow stunned Jmeeey for a second, but it did not stop him from landing his right boot across the man who lay on the floor from his shoulder tackle, face. The crazed man’s head slammed against the floor, momentarily taking him out of the fight.
Meanwhile the man who had landed a blow across Jmeeey’s face reached back for another punch. This time Jmeeey was ready for it. As the blow came in, he rolled his head back forcing the flying fist to go short of connecting with him. As he did this he brought up his right arm, stopped the momentum of the blow that had gone wide of him then brought his left palm across the attackers right extended elbow and broke it.
He didn’t stop with that however, as the man went down from Jmeeey’s counter, Jmeeey grabbed the man’s hair pulled his head back slammed his right hand up into the man’s jaw, shattering it and knocking the man unconscious.
But the moves cost him time. It had given the last of the three men to get up and attack. Jmeeey fell to the ground as the man took a small lamp that had fallen to the floor when they had crashed into the table and brought the lamp across the forehead of Jmeeey smashing it into many pieces as he broke it connected.
Jmeeey twisted from the blow and fell on the ground to all fours. The deranged attacker didn’t stop. The man kicked at Jmeeey’s ribs, causing Jmeeey to fall to his side. As Jmeeey tried to catch his breath, the man fell on top of him, trying to claw at his eyes.
Jmeeey brought his hand out and tried to hold back the man with his hand lodge just below the man’s jaw. To his side Jmeeey reached out with his free hand, hoping to find some solid object to strike with. What he found was a shard of glass from the broken window. He grabbed it, and implanted it into the side of the insane man’s head. As the glass made its way into the attackers cranium, the struggle ended. The man slumped to the floor.
To his side the only man living thrashed in pain from his broken leg. But he was out of the fight.
Jmeeey had survived . . .
Jmeeey left the building made the rest of his way to the evacuation site. Although blood flowed from several of the wounds he had sustained during the fight, his only thoughts were the safety of his family. Hopefully he thought to himself, they had made it to the evacuation point.
When he himself got landing field he could see a medium size transport, with its landing ramp extended allowing whatever un affected citizens that had made it to the site in.
A battalion of soldiers had formed a perimeter around the vessel, the only security that the site had. It was a wonder that the rioters hadn’t overrun the place. Perhaps it was only because they hadn’t reached the field yet.
On the landing ramp itself, Jmeeey could see his wife and daughter waving to him as he was stopped at the checkpoint by the troopers guarding the vessel.
“ You have made it,” one of the troopers said, “ congratulations, you are one of the few.”
“ Thanks,” Jmeeey said with a smile. He took in a deep breath as he waved back to his family on the landing ramp. “ You have no idea how happy I am to be here. My family . . .”
But before he could finish the ship exploded . . .
Several minutes later, Jmeeey woke up. Dazed and groggy from the blast, he found himself flat on his stomach forty yards where he once stood. With blood smeared across his face, he struggled to his knees. As he slowly propped himself up onto them he gazed at the fireball that once was his and his families’ salvation. . .
His family. . . his wife. . . his daughter. . . they were . . . gone!
Tears formed from his eyes, overflowed their teat ducts and streaked down his face without him even trying to cry . . .
“No,” he whispered as he began to break down . . .
Chapter 3
Location: Pleasur’s Pride Main Hanger Bay, Orbiting the Capital Planet of JOG
Streams of small vessels filled the space between the giant capital ship, Pleasur’s Pride and the blue pearl of a planet that was JOG’s home world. Fanned out in formation around the capital ship were several smaller but just as deadly star cruisers, that made up the rescue effort of the citizen’s from the planet below.
Outside them in the vacuum of space raced hundreds of tiny medical evacuation ships coming to and from the planets surface. Coordinating the rescue effort was no easy task.
The medical stations aboard the massive vessels had become overflowed. And there just wasn’t enough empty space to put the thousands of fleeing citizens. So slowly, the main hanger bay of the star ships had become the temporary home for the new residents.
In the midst of the chaos that was the hanger bay of the Pleasur’s Pride, an exhausted Jedi Master Orion worked tirelessly to keep the situation in order. Bathed in the yellowish dim lights from the bays rafters, Orion did his best to calm the frightened citizens. Grouping together the civilians huddled and conversed as they tried to make sense of the madness that had gripped the Nation. Scared and confused, the citizens tried their best to calm themselves.
But whatever chance of peace that they thought they had secured, was slowly lost. . .
It wasn’t long before some of the citizens that had transported from the planet’s surface starting showing signs of the illness. It was for this reason that Jedi Master Orion had continued to watch over the people hour the past 32 hours straight.
“ I DON’T CARE WHAT YOU SAY,” a man cried while standing to confront Orion as the Jedi Master moved past his group of huddled citizens. The sudden outburst seemed to take many of them aback. “ I DON”T NEED TO BE QUIET. . . YOU NEED TO MIND YOUR OWN BUSINESS. . . I AM THE CAPTAIN. . . I AM IN COMMAND . . . YOU DON’T TELL ME. . . . I SHOULD BASH YOUR . . . DEATH TO YOU ALL!!!!!!”
With the last statement the man started to jump towards the Jedi Master to attack. Orion swiftly caught him in the force brought the crazy man to him put his hand on his temple and said, “ SLEEP!”
The man fell unconscious before he reached the floor. Orion motioned to one of the closest medical droids to take the man away. “ We have another one.”
“ I shall take him right away Master Jedi,” the droid replied.
As the robot carried the man off, Orion opened his comlink to the bridge. “Bridge, this is Orion.” He sighed as he wiped his eyes from his exhaustion. “ We are starting to lose control down here. . . patch me down to the Jedi Temple below. . .”
“ One moment sir . . . we can’t seem to uplink you sir, it seems all transmission to the planet below is being jammed. . .” came the reply.
“ What do you mean jammed?” Master Orion barked.
“ I don’t know sir, we are trying to locate the problem now. . .” the voice said.
“ Well find away to un jam it, the last thing . . . .” as Orion said this alarms began blaring throughout the ship. “ What the hell,” he said aloud, “ that’s a proximity alarm. What’s going on up there?”
From his comlink, Orion could hear the ship’s on board computer spitting out the reason for the alarm,” PROXIMITY ALERT, INCOMING SHIP, INCOMING SHIP, IMPACT CERTAIN.”
Officers on the other end of the link began to clamor across the bridge as they scrambled to their positions trying to figure out what was going on.
“ WHAT’S HAPPENING UP THERE,” Orion demanded.
“It’s one of ours sir,” the analyst could be heard, “it’s the Project Thief . . . IT’S HEADED RIGHT . . . IT’S ON A COLLESION COURSE FOR US!!!!”
Orion screamed, “ GET US OUT OF HERE NOW!!!!!!!”
The alarms continued to blare as the ships own computer voice came on line, “ PROXIEMTY ALERT, INCOMING SHIP 1000 FEET AWAY, 900, 800, 700. . .”
“ We can’t move our entire ship that fast,” the ships helmsmen could be heard somewhere on the bridge through Orion’s comlink. “ Impulse engines won’t be able to. . .”
“ GO TO LIGHTSPEED!!!!!!” Orion exclaimed.
600 FEET, 500, 400 . . .
“ SHORT RANGE JUMP, SHORT RANGE JUMP, IN SYSTEM,” the Jedi Master screamed into the comlink. But it was no use, the commotion on the bridge drummed out his voice.
Through the force Orion began to feel the prickle sensation of the immediate danger of death that now loamed . . . the Pleasur’s Pride wasn’t going to make it . . .
Location: The Bridge of the Pleasur’s Pride
300 FEET, 200, 100, IMPACT, IMPACT, IMPACT!!!!!!!
The stars in the view screen of the capital ship, Pleasur’s Pride began to stretch as the ship began to go to light speed. But as it did the Project Thief, JOG’s very own star cruiser slammed into the massive capital ship.
The impact was severe. It ripped through the aft compartment of the capital ship searing off a huge chunk of the ships dorsal armor and surrounding sections. A tidal wave of fire and explosions pummeled the connecting sectors as entire sections of the ship blew out into space.
The Project Thief itself died a fiery death. It exploded on impact. A far less dense ship its exploding hull acted as shrapnel as it propelled itself and lodged chunks of metal into the Pleasur’s Pride.
The Pleasur’s Pride was ripped back into real time as its engines went off line from the impact. Instantly the ship began to spiral towards the planet below it. As the ship began to plummet downward, it engulfed incoming Medical Evac ships that were previously in route to the ship’s hanger bay. . .
Location: Aboard the Death Mask, incoming to Pleasur’s Pride
“ CAPTAIN NIGHTSTALKER, I THINK YOU SHOULD GET UP HERE NOW,” a voice came from the cockpit of the Deathmask. Focusing on the task before him, Nightstalker could feel the sudden danger in the force. He broke contact with his healing trance over the fallen Jedi Knight Exile and leapt towards the cockpit in haste.
“ What the. . .” U.S.A. began. “ Where the hell do you think you are going?”
“ Continue to hold pressure on the knight’s neck,” the captain continued as he hurried towards the cockpit.
As he reached it, the horror unfolding in front of him propelled him into his own chair even faster. From his view he could see the Pleasur’s Pride spiraling out of control but straight towards them as aft sections of the ship were now engulfed in fire,” HARD TO PORT,” he screamed.
The ship jerked to the left as Nightstalker strapped himself into his chair. “ SWITCH OVER, “ he cried out to his co pilot. With total control of the ship at his hands, Night jerked vessel harder to the left. He brought it over he saw that he wasn’t going to be able to get out of the way of the oncoming ship. In front of him he saw several of the Evac ships that he had landed on the planet with get caught up in the path of the oncoming massive ship. They quickly were no more . . .
In reaction, Nightstalker dropped the Death Mask into a full dive. His only hope was to get under the Pride and sneak out below to the other side before he either got caught up in the planet’s atmosphere or engulfed by the Pride.
His vessel, the Death Mask flew at ungodly speeds as it opened space between it and the on coming wreckage of a vessel. As it closed in on the planet itself, Nightstalker brought his ship back up, pulling as hard as he could on the yoke of his ship. The Death Mask bounded for the gap that was ever so quickly closing.
Like a ravenous rancor, the Pleasur’s Pride hurdled towards them looking to devour Nightstalker’s tiny ship. Inside the cockpit of the DeathMask, Nightstalker saw his gap close faster than he expected. He screamed behind him, “HANG ON, GET READY FOR A LITTLE JOLT. . . . .”
The ship plowed through the first rain of debris the proceeded the main wreckage of the capital vessel. After a few seconds of tiny debris belting the vessel, a larger piece what look as if from another ship came flying towards them.
“ SHIELDS!!!!! SHIELDS!!!!!!DOUBLE DORSAL . . .” Nightstalker screamed towards his co pilot.
Seconds later the huge chuck of debris slammed into the top of the DeathMask. The impact sent the vessel downwards. Alarms blared all through out the vessel as Nightstalker struggled for control of his ship.
Fortunately for the vessel, the impact allowed the DeathMask a few more seconds to flee the spiraling wreckage that was Pleasure’s Pride. The few seconds that it bought them, saved all their lives.
Just as the DeathMask passed the path of the capital ship, Nightstalker checked his rear scanners to watch the Pleasur’s Pride plummet into the atmosphere of the planet below. . . “ what the hell just happened. . .” he muttered to himself.
Chapter 4
Location: Capital City Streets
Jmeeey slowly stalked the streets of the nation’s capital, with no destination in mind, with no fear of death of the rioters around him. Every once in while one would come up to him, but it seemed his grief was so apparent, his rage so filled him that no one dared, even in an deranged state of mind, to cross his path.
He didn’t care anymore. To him, life was nothing more than a nightmare that he desperately wished to wake up from. Early in the day he had a wife and child, now. . . now they were gone.
He dragged himself along the charred walls of the streets buildings. They help keep his body that seemed almost limp, up. He moved down the cities streets unafraid, too lost to understand what was going about him. . .
And all around him there was panic. . .
It wasn’t until the ground started to shake, when the remaining windows of the street began to shatter, when parts of the buildings, weakened by fire collapsed due to some external event, that Jmeeey looked up to see his approaching death. Looking to the darken skies above him, a massive shadow blotted out the few shiny stars of the night sky. The shadow came in the form of a star cruiser plummeting to its death towards his location . . .
It seemed he was standing at ground zero . . .
Finally he thought to himself. . . finally something was going right for once during the day. His nightmare was soon to be over. The approaching starship would see to that. He slowly made his way to the middle of the street phasing out the reality that was about to befall him. Closing his eyes, he raised his hands out towards the massive shadow, beckoning it to obliterate him.
“Take me. . . “ he muttered to himself.
Lost to the moment, he was oblivious to those around him, planning his survival . . .
Minutes later the Pleasur’s Pride crashed into the city itself. The initial impact produced a shock wave that level city block after city block. It ripped apart all in its path. Following it, a wave of fire and left over debris tore through the air killing anything the previous shockwave had missed. A finale took place as a massive explosion marked its end with a bang.
All left aboard her would not live to see another day . . .
Chapter 5
Location: Unknown
From just inside an octagon shape window, high in a run down sky rise building located in the heart of the industrial sector, the Dark Lord of the Sith, Mr. Clean watched JOG’s capital city burn before him. The nation was being destroyed right before everyone’s eyes. However its final destruction was not yet complete. . . no not yet.
He could not have script it better so far though. The death stick variant, supplied to the vast majority of the citizens across the nation, through water supplies, provided all the chaos needed. As known, the deranged citizens turned on each other. Death was everywhere. But the fear and destruction that was running rampant across the nation was even greater.
Keeping the citizens yet afflicted from the drug’s affect from escaping the horrors was the most difficult part, or so he once thought. Money, placed in the right hands of certain agents of his, caused that problem to engulf itself. The fiery destruction of the Pleasur’s Pride was the final result of him pulling the strings of all around him.
Yet her still had one string to pull. The final deathblow, in which the Nation of JOG was certain not to survive. Eventually someone would figure out how to cure the insanity that had gripped JOG. Even if one citizen survive, JOG would continue on. The Dark Lord knew he must destroy the soul of JOG to bury it forever.
The soul of the nation. . . . it’s Jedi Masters. For years, JOG’s famed Master’s symbolized all of what Nation stood for . . . that beckon of light in which darkness fled in fear from.
No longer would that be so. . . for he would now tear them all down.
But he need not tear them all down one by one. . . no he would just need to tear one down . . . one in which JOG surviving citizen’s would hide in shame from association with . . .
With Master Jeff gone elsewhere in the galaxy, certain to be finding some way to track down Lord Woooooooo . . . as if his apprentice was ever meant as anything more than a mere distraction to the Jedi. . . would be too preoccupied with that task. Master Frantic, the brave fool, was off fighting for the nation’s interest abroad; he would not see the destruction of his homeland before it was too late. Poor Master Nerd Vader had been eliminated from the picture already. . . his unfortunate accident aboard the Arg had seen to that. Then there was Master Orion, who tragically perished with the Pleasur’s Pride . . .which left only one Master to deal with . . . . Master Chicali.
Who better to tear JOG down completely with. With the fall and soon disgrace of the powerful Jedi Master, JOG would never recover.
Mr. Clean smiled at the irony of the situation. For so long, Chicali, right or wrong had defended the nation of JOG with every last breath of his being, yet in the end, it would be ultimately his fall from grace that would cause it all to fall apart. . .
From behind a groggy voice echoed throughout the room, “ where am I. . . ?”
Turning his attention away from the chaos of the city before him Clean turned to face the voice behind him. He slowly walked towards a man now easing himself from a military cot located in the middle of the room. Clean put his hand on the man’s shoulder and calmly spoke out “ You need not worry, you are safe now. . .”
The man looked up into the dark lord’s face and spoke out still unsure what was going on, “ Master . . .Clean. . . I don’t understand. . . I was about to die. . .I was about to be with my family once again. . .”
“ Yes I know . . . but I need your help. . . I know of your loss . . . the pain that you now feel inside. . . the hatred that now festers with in you,” Clean continued.
The man’s eyes widen in surprise as he still tried to understand what was happening, “ I don’t understand. . . ?”
“ My friend, the nation is dying and its because of one man’s desire,” Clean explained, “ . . . Master Chicali. . . he has become irrational . . . deranged might be a better word for it.” Clean said this as his eyes trailed away from the man sitting in front of him. He continued the charade by seeming he truly was concern for the well fare of all JOG’s citizens.
“ This insanity that has gripped our citizen’s . . .” Clean continued to pretend his sorrow,“ I have learned that Master Chicali has been working against the nation. . . he aims to destroy all. He . . . is the cause for your all the death we have been seeing . . . the cause of your family’s death. . . Jmeeey!”
The dark lord stood upright and turned his back to the confused man, “ I am gathering what citizen’s I can to fight back, to stop him in hopes to save JOG from his hand. . .”
Jmeeey confused by all that was being divulged to him sat there festering in anger and uncertainty at what his trusted leader and Jedi Master was telling him. Someone had deliberately started all this, causing the panic, the fear, the death of millions. . . causing the death of his family. . .
He looked to the ground then back up to the Jedi Master before him and asked, “ Why? What would possess a man to do such a thing?”
“ Because young Jmeeey,” Clean said with his back turned to the man. Smiling at the situation at hand, the dark lord’s eyes began to glow yellow with the dark side of the force, “ because I have learned only now that Master Chicali is a SITH LORD . . . he must be stopped.”
Jmeeey felt his stomach turn weak as his body raced with rage . . .rage for his families’ death rage for everything that he had loss “ How. . . how can I help Master Clean. . . ?”
Mr. Clean, the dark lord of the Sith stood there, motionless, smiling . . . it was all becoming too easy. . . the nation’s last days were truly at hand. . .as he silently pulled the strings of JOG’s final horrific days into line . . .all nightmare long . . .
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