Post by Roy on Feb 15, 2006 16:16:17 GMT -5
Maltez’s office, Haven.
Fingers interlocked and resting on the desk before him, Maltez leaned forward in the chair, overlooking those gathered in his primary quarters. Two Twi’lek women stood before his desk, tears drying on their cheeks. Behind them a human woman waited, holding a small twi’lek child. The mood was tense even as one of the humanoid women began speaking. “Please, Lord Buffton. The child is rightfully mine! She is my spawn!”
The other woman spoke up, retaliating, “Listen not to her, Lord Buffton! The child was sold to me by her father. It is rightfully mine!”
The Boss remained still for several moments, letting the intensity of the situation build even more. Finally, he stood and spoke, “It appears we have an issue then. Both of you should be entitled to the child… so my decision is not easy.” Grasping the handle, he draws a thin ceremonial sword from a sheath strapped to the belt of his armor, and holds it up above his head. “As each of you deserve the child, I shall chop it in half!” An anxious gasp rings out, and the Twi’lek caring for the little one holds it out towards the Buffton.
The mother cries out in terror while the slave owner merely shrugs, prepared to take the decision. Maltez pauses while he observes the behavior of both women before pointing the sword at the mother. “You truly care for the life of this child, while this slave owner only cares for her profit! The decision is clear to me now, the child is yours!” Upon finishing that statement, however, he was pointing towards the slaver. The mother gasped in fear along with the rest watching on.
“No! Lord Buffton! How can you do this?”
He sheathed the sword again, then sat back down. “Look. Either I chop the kid into pieces, or she becomes a slave. That’s pretty much the way it is. It was a valid credit transaction. My hands are tied.”
The mother could only stare on in awe as the slaver, the child, and the woman carrying the child walked out of the office. She would be escorted out as well by the two guards, leaving the Buffton alone once more. He flips through a few holodisks on his desk, preparing to get back to his daily work, when a sudden explosion rocks his office. Out of the smoke levitated in a shadow of a man, covered in black robes, face hidden from sight. Maltez jumped to his feet, before a wave of a pale hand sent him crashing back into the wall. Another collective gasp. A flash of red light, and a scythe appeared in that same hand. The Boss slowly rose back into a standing position, hand held on the hilt of his sword. He drew it carefully and pointed it at the intruder. He spoke towards the being in a calm, commanding voice. “I know who you are.. the Leader of Lost Souls. You can’t kill me.. I’m immortal.”
The shadowy figure chuckled darkly, and simply pointed the weapon at the armored man. He said nothing, but began to walk towards his prey. Maltez stood his ground, still holding the weapon out before him.
He spoke again, though this time sounding more of a chant, “You can’t kill me.. I’m immortal.”
The two weapons clashed against each other, and the fight was on. Attack. Counter. Block. Feint. An overly impressive display of swordsmanship followed, until the shadowy figure was knocked to the ground with the Buffton’s weapon held in the air, ready for the killing blow. “You can’t kill me, I’m--“ Maltez began to chant again, but the Reaper had sprung back up from the ground, his scythe slicing across the throat of the Boss, sending his body falling backwards to the ground. The Dark One turned his back on the fallen corpse and raised his weapon into the air, yelling out in an evil, raspy voice, “The Buffton is Dead!”
Fade to Black.
Fingers interlocked and resting on the desk before him, Maltez leaned forward in the chair, overlooking those gathered in his primary quarters. Two Twi’lek women stood before his desk, tears drying on their cheeks. Behind them a human woman waited, holding a small twi’lek child. The mood was tense even as one of the humanoid women began speaking. “Please, Lord Buffton. The child is rightfully mine! She is my spawn!”
The other woman spoke up, retaliating, “Listen not to her, Lord Buffton! The child was sold to me by her father. It is rightfully mine!”
The Boss remained still for several moments, letting the intensity of the situation build even more. Finally, he stood and spoke, “It appears we have an issue then. Both of you should be entitled to the child… so my decision is not easy.” Grasping the handle, he draws a thin ceremonial sword from a sheath strapped to the belt of his armor, and holds it up above his head. “As each of you deserve the child, I shall chop it in half!” An anxious gasp rings out, and the Twi’lek caring for the little one holds it out towards the Buffton.
The mother cries out in terror while the slave owner merely shrugs, prepared to take the decision. Maltez pauses while he observes the behavior of both women before pointing the sword at the mother. “You truly care for the life of this child, while this slave owner only cares for her profit! The decision is clear to me now, the child is yours!” Upon finishing that statement, however, he was pointing towards the slaver. The mother gasped in fear along with the rest watching on.
“No! Lord Buffton! How can you do this?”
He sheathed the sword again, then sat back down. “Look. Either I chop the kid into pieces, or she becomes a slave. That’s pretty much the way it is. It was a valid credit transaction. My hands are tied.”
The mother could only stare on in awe as the slaver, the child, and the woman carrying the child walked out of the office. She would be escorted out as well by the two guards, leaving the Buffton alone once more. He flips through a few holodisks on his desk, preparing to get back to his daily work, when a sudden explosion rocks his office. Out of the smoke levitated in a shadow of a man, covered in black robes, face hidden from sight. Maltez jumped to his feet, before a wave of a pale hand sent him crashing back into the wall. Another collective gasp. A flash of red light, and a scythe appeared in that same hand. The Boss slowly rose back into a standing position, hand held on the hilt of his sword. He drew it carefully and pointed it at the intruder. He spoke towards the being in a calm, commanding voice. “I know who you are.. the Leader of Lost Souls. You can’t kill me.. I’m immortal.”
The shadowy figure chuckled darkly, and simply pointed the weapon at the armored man. He said nothing, but began to walk towards his prey. Maltez stood his ground, still holding the weapon out before him.
He spoke again, though this time sounding more of a chant, “You can’t kill me.. I’m immortal.”
The two weapons clashed against each other, and the fight was on. Attack. Counter. Block. Feint. An overly impressive display of swordsmanship followed, until the shadowy figure was knocked to the ground with the Buffton’s weapon held in the air, ready for the killing blow. “You can’t kill me, I’m--“ Maltez began to chant again, but the Reaper had sprung back up from the ground, his scythe slicing across the throat of the Boss, sending his body falling backwards to the ground. The Dark One turned his back on the fallen corpse and raised his weapon into the air, yelling out in an evil, raspy voice, “The Buffton is Dead!”
Fade to Black.
