The Old Senate Chamber, Coruscant, Tuesday afternoon [FT]
As far as all but six people in the galaxy knew, the Mandalorian mad scientist known as Demagol was standing trial on the Old Senate floor, being accused by the Jedi Crusader Malak, who he once tortured for days.
"This creature's adventures in science were unimaginable!" Malak said. "He tore at my flesh, altered my appearance forever! And I was one of the lucky ones, listeners! Look on the datapads we've given you to see those who didn't survive! All in Demagol's futile quest to find some knowledge to help the Mandalorians stop the Jedi. He failed! " Malak closed in on the helmeted Mandalorian and started speaking directly to him. "You'll never stop the Jedi or the Republic! ...You're coming around around out of your haze. You understand! You're a failure, Flesh Carver! Isn't that what your name means, 'Demagol'?"
"I've told you," the Mandalorian said. "STOP CALLING ME THAT!" He snapped his bonds with some effort, and readied himself for a fight.
"I've been waiting for this," Malak said
Malak thrust both hands forward to unleash a massive Force Wave at Demagol, flinging him across the chamber. "This time, WE'RE READY!" Malak called out, speaking to all in attendance. When Demagol landed and guards surrounded him, Malak rose his arms in triumph. "We're all ready! In the name of the millions the Mandalorians have killed, tortured, and enslaved, we'll save the Republic and defeat the Mandalorians forever!"
The Mandalorian in question stayed on the ground since the guards were armed, but he spoke load enough for the chamber to hear. "This is your secret, isn't it? You can't beat us in a fair fight! That's the way you like it, Jedi, isn't it? So save your Republic... but who'll save the Republic from you?"
The crowd started to act out at Demagol's defiance, throwing whatever they could at the prisoner. A guard hurried over to join the two armed guards already on the scene, yelling, "This way! This crowd's getting ugly!" He hurried over to pick the Mandalorian up and start to shuffle him off to an exit.
One of the armed guards answered, "I think you're right! Move!"
The guards and the prisoner hustled to a speeder on a landing platform, with the unarmed guard calling, "Right here! I'll chain him to the seat and take him back to holding!" The armed guards stood their ground to keep the crowd from turning into a mob as the unarmed guard climbed into the speeder. Another guard at the speeder's controls was a little shorter and furrier than might be expected. "Lift off! Now!"
As the speeder started off, the driver called back, "We're clear. Those people want their Demagol!"
"For the last time, I'm not Demagol!" the prisoner shouted, removing his helmet. "My name is Rohlan Dyre!"
Now that they'd seen the face they remembered from months ago, Zayne and Gryph took off their own guard helmets. "We know," Zayne said. "And we're sorry. We've made a horrible mistake, and you're the only one who can help us fix it!"
[OOC: Still from Demon Part 1 by Miller and Ching. And now I officially have to start redoing some of my tags....]
"This creature's adventures in science were unimaginable!" Malak said. "He tore at my flesh, altered my appearance forever! And I was one of the lucky ones, listeners! Look on the datapads we've given you to see those who didn't survive! All in Demagol's futile quest to find some knowledge to help the Mandalorians stop the Jedi. He failed! " Malak closed in on the helmeted Mandalorian and started speaking directly to him. "You'll never stop the Jedi or the Republic! ...You're coming around around out of your haze. You understand! You're a failure, Flesh Carver! Isn't that what your name means, 'Demagol'?"
"I've told you," the Mandalorian said. "STOP CALLING ME THAT!" He snapped his bonds with some effort, and readied himself for a fight.
"I've been waiting for this," Malak said
Malak thrust both hands forward to unleash a massive Force Wave at Demagol, flinging him across the chamber. "This time, WE'RE READY!" Malak called out, speaking to all in attendance. When Demagol landed and guards surrounded him, Malak rose his arms in triumph. "We're all ready! In the name of the millions the Mandalorians have killed, tortured, and enslaved, we'll save the Republic and defeat the Mandalorians forever!"
The Mandalorian in question stayed on the ground since the guards were armed, but he spoke load enough for the chamber to hear. "This is your secret, isn't it? You can't beat us in a fair fight! That's the way you like it, Jedi, isn't it? So save your Republic... but who'll save the Republic from you?"
The crowd started to act out at Demagol's defiance, throwing whatever they could at the prisoner. A guard hurried over to join the two armed guards already on the scene, yelling, "This way! This crowd's getting ugly!" He hurried over to pick the Mandalorian up and start to shuffle him off to an exit.
One of the armed guards answered, "I think you're right! Move!"
The guards and the prisoner hustled to a speeder on a landing platform, with the unarmed guard calling, "Right here! I'll chain him to the seat and take him back to holding!" The armed guards stood their ground to keep the crowd from turning into a mob as the unarmed guard climbed into the speeder. Another guard at the speeder's controls was a little shorter and furrier than might be expected. "Lift off! Now!"
As the speeder started off, the driver called back, "We're clear. Those people want their Demagol!"
"For the last time, I'm not Demagol!" the prisoner shouted, removing his helmet. "My name is Rohlan Dyre!"
Now that they'd seen the face they remembered from months ago, Zayne and Gryph took off their own guard helmets. "We know," Zayne said. "And we're sorry. We've made a horrible mistake, and you're the only one who can help us fix it!"
[OOC: Still from Demon Part 1 by Miller and Ching. And now I officially have to start redoing some of my tags....]