A Sith supreme

I do not understand why you are so agitated about this phenomenon.

It is not as if you were continuously bad-tempered because a seal in your suit is always scratching your neck.


This must be Obi-Wan's fault. I know it must...

Asgard and Niflheim have lost several soldiers in a short time. Somehow I do not think this happened without plan.

*audio file: send via mouse droid*
It seems our protectorate is again forced to endure one of those so-called environment glitches. As fascinating the study of foreign species may be, it is not a thing one should do while fighting in a war. That's what scientists were made for after all.

On the other hand, it seems as if one of those new creatures has decided my clothes are on its menu. Attempts to teach it otherwise have so far not reached their expected results...

I beg to differ, she does not only find my shoe polish to exceptionally tasty but also wants to adopt me into her nest.

*some trilling sound, a mix between bird and snake*

No, damn you! You may not eat my lightsaber.

*again the sound*

You know, I krayt can be a delicacy when prepared right. Do you wish to see if this also applies to you?

*trilling again*

I thought so.
*end audio file*


[OOC: Mei Long is his Sithliness's visitor.]

I will not speak of the need to train or other unsignificant topics. Such words are for those who are not sure of their own competence.

What our commanders call a tournament will begin soon. This brings to mind the old traditions that governed our ancestors. Traditions which have become either obsolete or entered the realms of the forgotten.

Thus I ask you, myladies, what would give you the most entertainment in the coming show? A fast win? Or strategic poetry?

Zefiris,

we have to talk.

Signed,
Darth Vader, Lord of Vjun

Whoever managed to put me under some kind of mind control should stop it now.

I am not amused.

*vid file: transmitted by mouse droid*
Vader is sitting on the ground, a package of matches beside him. Every minute or so he ignites a match and watches it burn.
*end vid file*

I am not surprized that Phoenix managed to infiltrate our ranks. It was, as they say, long coming.

You should see this as a chance to tighten security protocols, not as a reason for sentimental lamentations.

The parameters of this mission were well within the acceptable ratio for permittable losses of both environment, ordnance and personell.

501st would have made it more elegant, but for such a ragtag group of... non-imperially trained soldiers it was a passable example of ingenuity and talent.


*coded for privacy*
Note to self: Never, and I mean that in the literal sense, never again will I go on a fishing excursion without thrice-reinforced Katarn armour. Should have never listened to the armourers when they said the new material would make my suit more light-weight! I don't care if it weighs ten kilos less when it nearly breaks under a fish attack!
*end privacy code*

*video file, transmitted via mouse droid: subject is pacing a garden*

Really, Anakin. You do not need to keep up this facade.

What 'facade' are you speaking of, ghost?

You know it better than I ever could, old friend.

Death must have made you senile, Kenobi. I was never your friend. Never.

No, you were only my apprentice. My brother, even.

We know all too well how much loyalty you give your 'brother'. Or did you forget Mustafar?

You had to be stopped, Anakin. I had to protect...

If you say her name I will find a way to kill you again. Slowly.

There is no death, there is only the Force. You ought to remember that.

How could I ever forget when I wasn't even allowed to stay dead? My master had a special way to describe it, if I remember it right. Too stubborn to die, were his words.

Palpatine was never your master. Not truly.

Do you see me denying it, scum? He had no honour.

Why then did you follow him? After all these years I have never found an answer to this question. Why did you become his weapon?

If you haven't found an answer you could understand, than you never will. The Jedi were never very good when it comes to emotional responses.

Palpatine destroyed the order of the galaxy. He destroyed all that kept the Republic at peace.

Peace? You Jedi are always proclaiming your love for peace, but you never leave your bedrooms without your lightsaber. Is that peace loving?

...

As I thought. Now leave me alone! I have to look for something to kill.

I will not leave you alone this time. Not again.

Do as you wish, Jedi. But remember that the dead still cannot touch the living.


[OOC: Italics are not transmitted.]</small]

Myre,

meet me at the lake.

You are going on your first training mission.

Signed,
Darth Vader, Lord of Vjun

Look at the sun. Isn't she beautiful today? Just as beautiful as my angel.

*sigh*

I want my angel back. And my mom. And my master.

But not that master. My real one, my dearest brother Obi-Wan.

Anybody has some paints lying around? I need some yellow and green.

Time for some body configurations!!! I so need an update.
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Did I just say what I think I said?...


[OOC: audio file, recorded by the trusty mouse droid.]

To those it may concern,

I was informed that it would be customary to thank you for the gifts you have given me. The items are... acceptable.


Also, whoever managed to reprogram the weather control system of this colony, know that such disgressions do not fall on closed ears. You will pay for this indignity.

( Privacy setting: Omicron-Theta - coded and locked )


[Translation:
My dearest angel,

it has been a long time since I last spoke with you, touched your hair and smelled your skin. It seems as if I have forgotten everything that kept you apart from the undeserving. For this I apologize.

You never liked it when I was forced to fight a war, even those wars that you wholly believed were just and only for the protection of the
Republic. How then can you accept that I am not even allowed a peaceful life in my dying moment? How can you see me as anything but the volatile
monster that the Empire knows to fear?

I am not sure if this war game that I'm forced to participate in is a just cause. One side is filled with nothing but incompetent fools, the
other houses frightened pacifists. It would be far too easy to kill them all and be done with this useless conflict.

You always were the better diplomat.

I lay myself into your hands.

As always,
your faithful servant]

Rascal Phoenix,

I request a private audience.

Signed,
Darth Vader, Lord of Vjun

At least one of the residents of this deplorable planet doesn't wallow in self-pity or the fruits of their own incompetence. It is refreshing to see such a thing in this environment.

A death should not be mourned but rejoiced, for now the dead are beyond the grasp of the force. If only a certain dead knight would accept those facts as truth...


[OOC: His Sithlyness has had some trouble sleeping. Every time he tries it he sees the ghost of one of the knights he killed. At the moment he is not sure if he's truly seeing a ghost or suffering from stress.]

What you call security codes is nothing but a sham. If you want to send private messages and not have them decoded by anyone who has a bit of time on their hands, spend more time on your scrambling codes.

It is an insult to the spies if you make the hunt too easy.


[OOC: Someone who was able to program a perfectly working and quite complex AI at the age of nine should not have much difficulty with the comm lines. On the other hand, Vader would never admit to anyone but himself that he wasn't able to crack such a 'simple' code as the one the comm system uses.]

To the master of Asgard Hall,

with this message I let you know that I am in need of a hyperbaric chamber type Epsilon-Theta-Phi 4-F.

Signed,
Darth Vader, Lord of Vjun

This communication network is a prime example of bad craftmanship. Not only does it not permit for holo transmissions, but it also cannot be reconfigured to suit my needs for security and privacy.

This will have to be corrected.

Until this is accomplished I will resign myself to the service of a delusional mouse droid that has been following me for some time now.


To those it may concern: I do not tolerate incompetence.