*On the bridge of his starship, the figure orders his lietenant back to Coruscant. Above the central planet, he orders a broadcast*
????: Make sure it's on a subspace wavelength. I want him to recieve it.
????: People of Coruscant, I hold your world at ransome. Move any warship within firing range, and I will torch the planet. My demands are simple and clear: I want absolute leadership of the Seperatist Empire. You will begin negotiations immediatley or I will set your world aflame...
*Deac does not bow, but then suddenly shudders as his cyborg brain recieves the broadcast. His face fills with shock*
Lokpihet's alive.... Odin, he's at Coruscant.
*He turns to Svafa*
If you'd just let me get there I could have warned them. Now either a madman takes leadership of our enemy or several trillion people die. For isolationists you sure know how to mess up other people's affairs.
Odin, I thought after that mess with the Time Matrix you were going to leave the galaxy be. What gives?
Deac: Purveyor of Fine Quality Postage Since 2001