Competition: Aftermath: Week 2 Scene Writing 1

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Aftermath: Week 2 Scene Writing 1

Arcona found Wuntila and turned him over to Tarentum. You are part of a team to discover the whole truth of Telona's death yet . Why did he do it, and who put him up to it? Was it really for the Iron Throne, or someone else? In 250 words or less, give a report on what your team extracts from him. Grading will be by all three Clan Consuls, based on creativity.

As with all events of Aftermath, the event states "Entire DJB," but is only open to Arcona, Plagueis and Tarentum.

Competition Information
Parent Competition
Aftermath: A Threeway Event
Organized by
Master Ruka Tenbriss Ya-ir, Teylas Ramar, Frosty Romanae Tarentae
Running time
2016-10-09 until 2016-10-16 (8 days)
Target Unit
Entire DJB
Competition Type
Fiction
Awards
Third Level Crescents and Clusters of Ice as per VOICE guidelines
Participants
18 subscribers, of which 13 have participated.
Results
1st place
Darth Renatus
Member
Darth Renatus
Submission
Darth Renatus opted out of publishing his submission.
Placement
1st place
2nd place
Braecen Kaeth
Member
Braecen Kaeth
File submission
Aftermath.Week2.Scene1.Braecen.4520.docx
Placement
2nd place
Member
Ranarr Kul-Tarentae
Textual submission

Wuntila smiled at the one way mirror. I knew that he knew I was watching. Time to march in.

"I'm Ranarr Kul" I stated, "and I have some questions for you. ... And you are?"

"Don't play games" he stated in an uneven, unemotional way, "you know who I am."

I seductively smiled, as I fixated my dark green eyes directly upon him. He quickly fidgeted and involuntarily averted his own eyes away. I knew right then he began to sense my strength and feel the fear and he didn't know why.

"…And?" I casually replied with an even more alluring smile, careful not to show my teeth. It was then I detected beads of perspiration that had begun to condense on his forehead.

As Wuntila just sat there, not replying to my questions he could begin to detect a slight scent of my anger that now mixed with his scent of fear.

"You know we have evidence of you killing Telona! You didn't handle for yourself! Who ordered the hit?!"

Suddenly, the door swung open and in walked some confident and cocky young Sith, Tahiri Drakon Night-Thorn. "Let the fun begin!" she grinned as she called upon the Force to put some pressure around Wuntila's neck. "Who ordered the hit?" I aked again.

"No! He'd kill me."

"What do you think I'll do?" grinned Tahiri while she tightened her grip.

"Was it Pravus?" I growled.
Tahiri tightened her grip even more.
"Was it..."

"YES! It was Pravus... "

Placement
No placement
Member
A deleted dossier
Submission
The deleted member did not want their submission published.
Placement
No placement
Member
blackhawk
Textual submission

https://docs.google.com/document/d/1qd5LtRHuamZ4XrRqScwmGL85sHc-6tl-Wc8SMmfFs-0/edit?usp=drive_web

Placement
No placement
Member
Abadeer Taasii
Textual submission

Abadeer strode into the interrogation room, the lights were dim and only a cold sense of dread could be felt in the room. In the center of the room sat the monstrous azure man, Wuntilla, The Dragon. Four robed and hooded men sat in each corners of the room, putting their full focus on to the man in the chair, cutting off his connection to the Force entirely. Taasii had never performed any amount of interrogation, even though he’d been the Battle Team Leader of Plagueis’ premier house of information.
The combined forces of Tarentum and Plagueis had been constantly spending shifts trying to break the man who sat before them. Abadeer wasn’t the only person in the room questioning the man before them. Wuntilla began screaming, wrestling against his restraints, but he had no chance of breaking free. Taasii strode over slowly to Wuntilla, pulled back his arm and punched the man in the gut. The screaming ceased instantly, turning into labored gasps for air.
“You will tell us who put you up to killing Telona. You will talk.” Abadeer said, while trying to be as menacing as he possibly could be. He stared down at the panting figure before him, waiting for the man to recover. Suddenly the man whipped his head up and spat in Abadeer’s face. Taasii wiped the blood laced spit from his face calmly, and walked back towards the door. He opened and said
“Bring in the torture droid.”

Placement
No placement
Member
Envoy Taranae Rhode
Textual submission

The new drug our scientists created to 'inhibit' force powers met only a limited success. A few of our attendees were injured by the accused before the drugs took effect, only rendering him weary. After continued shock torture, the accused still showed no sign of revealing his true intents or who, indeed, his target really was. We are still unable to determine the proper target details and how the attack was to be made; whether Telona was the intended victim we do not know as goes the same for his employer in the matter. An attempt on the Iron throne still remains a distinct possibility, although with the death of Telona, it also seems plausible that the target could have been completely different.

We aim to continue our interrogation and to finally discover which target Wuntila had been hired to remove and if indeed there remains a threat to the Iron Throne and the Grand Master himself.

Taranae Rhode

Placement
No placement
Member
Archpriestess Aay'han Agrona Beviin
Textual submission

“The report is damaged my Lady.” The Soldier trembled before Atyiru, uncertainty laced every word.

“It matters little, play the audio, I wish to hear.” She sat upon the throne and reclined back knowing this would be grim, knowing what Nath was capable of. Interference rang within the chamber and eventually the audio began.

“It’s been awhile.” Nath’s voice was the first to speak.

“I see you’ve grown a bit since last we met.”Wuntilla spoke much more calmly than she, her voice had been laced with anticipation. A ringing sound of a blow reverberated through and silence descended.

“Why did you kill her?” There was a resonating sound of joints being popped, the Iridonian gearing up for more physical violence no doubt. More interference boomed through the audio, whatever occurred next only Nath could tell, the Consul made a note to summon her regarding it.

“No need to get excitable Iridonian, I killed her because I was ordered to do so, the fact that she intended to unite the three Clans under one rule was just a bonus for doing the dirty work.” The Battlelord seemed unphased by the Krath’s violent outburst.

“Enough.” Atyiru commanded. “Where is Wuntilla now?”

“They remain enroute my Lady, they have already requested for urgent medical aid and Nath Agrona has departed them.”

“Ensure he survives, and find the Iridonian.” She dismissed the Grunt with a wave of her hand, the chamber descending into silence as she was left to her musings.

Placement
No placement
Member
Scion Tarentae
Textual submission

Interrogation of Wuntila Arconae
Interrogator: Scion Tarentae

The subject was brought to Castle Tarentum in chains by a team of Arcona’s elite guardsmen. The “Blue Beast” held his head low and showed signs of emotional distress and complacency from the moment he arrived. We brought him to the black cells in the lowest level of the Castle and left him in chains without light, food, or water for three days. We played static at levels that would deafen a typical human the entire time, and we stationed a Foxtrot Uniform in the cell at all times to suppress the subject’s connection to the Force. After three days Samael and I went inside.

Samael spent hours flaying the blue skin from our subject’s body, and draining his blood into buckets. We added an anticoagulant to the buckets, and on the fourth day I began the interrogation. We placed a cloth sack over the subject’s face as we questioned him. When he gave unsatisfactory answers we poured blood from the buckets over his face to give him an incentive to rethink his position.

He had been working with Telona against Darth Pravus. They had participated in twenty operations together. Prior to this operation he had been contacted by the Iron Throne’s agent, Val Cole. The offer would have tempted me too: in exchange for stopping Telona the Inquisitorious would cease all investigations into undesirables in Arcona.

Concluding our interrogation, we left the room and let Hades take over.

Placement
No placement
Member
Obelisk Adherent Rrogon Skar Agrona
Submission
Obelisk Adherent Rrogon Skar Agrona opted out of publishing his submission.
Placement
No placement
Member
Battlelord Mateus Kelborn
Textual submission

There he sat. Bruised, battered, broken. The body of the Dragon of Selen, mangled beyond belief. Tarentum had not been kind to him for his insolent betrayal and they were not showing any signs of mercy yet. Someone had to, though.

Five Arconans walked through the door, a detachment from the *Nighthawk* led by Mateus as he cradled a blaster – mostly for show, truth told. So did the rest of them. The blue man’s jailor’s surrounded him, whips and batons in their hands. Both parties stopped, stared – it was just a regular old showdown now.

“Out, out!” shouted Mateus as they rushed to the barely-conscious Wuntila’s side. “This man needs medical attention.”
“And who the frell are you?”asked the nameless, faceless Tarenti.

“The medic. Leave.”

As Mateus began weaving the Force to fix what ailed the Wroonian whilst the Tarenti left, Ood looked to his long-time friend and companion. “Wuntila, you had best stop doing this to us one day, my friend,” mentioned the Neti. “You need to talk to us. They’re gone.”

“Pravus... made me an offer,”choked back the broken Consul emeritus, spitting up a mouthful of blood. “Save the Clan. Buy us time.”

Mateus shook his head. He was barely functional. “Get him back to the *Nighthawk*. Failing that, we bust him out.”

“I’ll talk to the Shadow Lady. Look after him, Kelborn.” Ood left only a moment later.

A nod from the medic, and the Arconans set to work. That was enough info. A spark of hope.

Placement
No placement
Member
General Stres'tron'garmis
Submission
General Stres'tron'garmis opted out of publishing his submission.
Placement
No placement
Member
Ghost Rulvak Qurroc
File submission
Aftermath-Week2Scene1.pdf
Placement
No placement