Cantina: Coup De Grace
((I WILL TRY and poke my head in here every day from here on out! D: ))
*Such a noise, resounding like a Blacksmith making his next swing onto his next piece of work...*
*Wood on Marble, The onlookers see it, but their ears can not believe it...*
*A Steel hammer on molten Iron. THAT is what they heard.*
*It was the mostly the sound of the Wood of the cane of it's user striking the very floor that gave the most pause.*
*To most, it wasn't the man's presence that gave them pause, it was the very sound that he made with every stride. The 'bang' if you will, with his cane as he walked.*
*...It's not like his own very presence needed an introduction, this 'act' wasn't a 'show of power', it was a very 'different' show altogether.*
*The man stops for a moment to rub the knee that he favored opposite of his 'resounding aid'.*
*After a couple of moments the man showing some fatigue carries on...*
*No longer making the sound that it was a moments ago, the man halts in-front of a lift door. Many of the young surrounding the more older members in company, each nervous enough to brew a pot a Caf just by holding the pot themselves.*
*The man turns towards the young men and children and smiles.*
??? "If I wanted to, I could've been more violent..."
*The man picks up his cane once more and pounds it into the marble of what makes of the pristine floor and cracks it. This time much more louder than anything before; Startling all those around.*
*He walks onto the lift...*
*To the rear of him, the floors of this building seem to be rushing by him by the tens, if not hundreds. But as he looks outward onto Coruscant, the busy world of it all just seems to tilt just slightly. The massive planet world, outgrown of any normal natural terrain taken onto the growth of industry and economics inherited by the Galactic Economy. Little seems to change. Speeders 'speed' right on by the thousand. In the far distance, drop ships are landing and shipping off food and medical products that the planet itself can no longer produce.*
*In the end, someone from Naboo would think: "what a horrible tragedy..."*
*The man, spun around just as the lift's door gave its friendly 'ding!', and he proceeded.*
*More young men with guarded faces, kept at the ready, stood in file to either side of this 'intruder', as he approached the end of the walk-way.*
*'Surely inside the chambers, he'd pose no threat.' they thought as each 'donk' of his cane ever grew nearer to the inner-most protected part of the compound...*
*The doors to the council open, and the man walks in...*
*Almost immediately the man removes his hood, facing several Jedi Masters.*
???: "I'm sure most of you know me by now..."
*The appearance of the man is frail, grey, old, and rotting away by even novice-Force users would say as a result of 'over usage of the Dark-Side'...*
???: "The Asgard have gone back into seclusion. The Time Matrix itself; destroyed. No more Paradoxes, No more sleepers and their powers. No more 'Wandering influxes' caused by 'looping timelines'."
*The man walks towards the centre of the chamber...*
???: "My name is Irvine Palpatine. My father, my sister, and even my 'so called Clone' have all vanished. Even my fathers apprentice..."
*Irvine glances up to peer at the members of the Jedi Council, showing the deep pericing yellow 'tint' of his eyes...*
"...They're all gone. I'm all that's left..."
*An almost deafening silence filled the room when he said that, it was almost as such to what he said next:*
Irvine Palpatine: "...And I need your help."