For a World to Weep



<font color=red>The bright sunlight that lit the balcony did little to dispel the gloom that had settled over the city of Darlaxia. This morning showed the full extent of last night’s sequence of attacks that had rocked a city and terrified an entire world.

Ton Karlos, standing on the balcony of his midlevel Hotel Suite, could see where the first explosive had demolished a section of underground subway, killing over a hundred beings and disrupting the city’s main means of travels. Since that moment three more bombs had been set off. One at the gates of the massive Trade Federation Commercial Headquarters had almost pushed the city into a state of martial law. Another had exploded on the tarmac at the spaceport, killing six workers and setting off secondary explosions in fuel cells and left that facility closed. A hoverspeeder bomb had been detonated near a hospital, and a fifth had completely demolished the United Clans building only three blocks from Ton’s current position.

The city of Darlakia was not safest place to be at the moment, it seemed. The Executor, for that was his formal title and rank within his group, turned away from the bright sun and walked into the room, casting an eye about the locations that he knew hid listening devices. This would not be a safe place to meet with the Viceroy, even with his countermeasures in place.

Clipping his equipment belt around the waste of his midnight blue jumpsuit, Ton Karlos opened the door and found himself face to face with a hulking brute of a human. The man, with a scar running from above his left eye almost to his throat, was holding a large club that may have been a stun baton. The Executor eyed him up and down, then smiled and brought his right hand into the man’s stomach, hard. The thug doubled over and dropped the club, allowing the smaller man to bring his elbow down on the back of his head and render him unconscious.

Certainly not a safe place to meet.

The Viceroy paced back and fourth in his secure chambers, a slight grin on his face. The City above him was frantic, and infested with Chaos. Droid troops had been dispatched to calm the riots, and panic. Yet, the Viceroy seemed to be overwhelmingly pleased as he paced back and fourth with his hand on his chin. Darlaxia was under attack from a large group of terrorists. It wasn't merely a small Terrorist attack. Several sources, including three bodies wearing IDT uniforms had indicated that these attacks were spawned from several days of planning by a large corporation, capable of funding such an Operation. IDTech.. It was the only excuse, and Neimoidian Citizens were already crying out for revenge.

All that would happen sortly. The Viceroy raised his head, and stopped pacing as a large entourage of Droideka Destroyer Droids entered the room. Following unde rescort was a man wearing a blue jumpsuit.

"Aah, Executor Ton Karlos, I presume?" The Viceroy said as he slowly took a few steps toward the man, extending his hand.

"It's a pleasure to finally have the opportunity to meet you."

The Executor nodded and shook the Viceroy's hand, a smile playing across his futures.

"The pleasure is mine, Viceroy. I suppose you know already that for these attacks to have been set out in the way they were they can only be the work of a major organization or government agency?"

The Viceroy nodded, silent.

"And for a government agency to make an attempt upon the Trade Federation they would have to fight past the Galactic Defence Initiative, much less the Trade Federation itself."

Another nod.

"And so you can conclude that it has to have been a coroporation that does not fear retribution, or at least thinks enough of themselves to keep this attack's connection to them a secret.

"And you know that three bodies were recovered wearing IDTech uniforms. And that the ship that exploded in the starport was registed to one of Heir Raktus' front companies."

The Trade Federation Viceroy stepped forward.

"Yes, we believe it to be the work of IDTech. They have been against us ever since we departed from the ISC."

The Executor nodded.

"We have not heard the end of IDTech's attacks. Be on alert, and watch your back. I would not put it past them to assasinate a leader such as yourself."

The Viceroy nodded his head, and continued his pace.

"We have not heard the end of IDTech's attacks. Be on alert, and watch your back. I would not put it past them to assasinate a leader such as yourself."

The Viceroy nodded his head with a slight grin.

"I don't doubt that they might attempt to accomplish such a feat. Tell me, Executor. Where does the Galactic Defense Initiative stand in this matter?"

OOC:
Just to inform everyone that reads this thread

I nor is IDTech involved with this thread in any way. Those are not IDTech officers, that was not an IDTech vessel, or bought by IDTech. What this is is GDI looking for a reason to attack IDTech, so they are making it look like IDTech is attacking The Trade Federation. In reality The Trade Federation is destroying itself and killing its own people. Just wanted to clarify for those that dont know whats going on... thank you

OOC: Yep, and like you pointed out, it's all Out of Character, and I think any amateur can see that the Viceroy had a part in it.

Please, stop posting Out of Character threads in IC posts. It ruins them.

The man smiled slightly.

"I cannot speak for the Supreme Commander, but officially we have no standing. According to our charter, we cannot initiate any war without just cause and proof thereof."

The Viceroy frowned at this. He had obviously been expecting something else. The Executor continued.

"However, under Charter Six, Section A, the act of genocide can be considered an act of war, and thusly acted on. Without sufficent proof of IDTech involvement, we can do nothing. However, a direct assault by IDTech will be considered an act of aggression and be acted upon with all possible haste. Along those lines the Supreme Commander has dispatched a battlegroup which you may call your own, at least until this situation has been resolved."

To be continued...