Abadeer Taasii

Equite 2, Rogues, Sith
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Competition
[GJW XIII Event Long] Team-Based Fiction - Clan-Wide Run On Theaters of War
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Manually added by Grand Master Telaris "Mav" Cantor

Competition
[Sithmas] Plagueis-ize A Carol! (Poetry/Lyrics)
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We wish you a Seasons beatings; 
We wish you a Seasons beatings; 
We wish you a seasons beatings and at least one black eye. 
Good torture we bring to you and your queen; 
Good torture for Plagueis, we’ll make you spill all your guts.

Oh, bring us the whips and gallows; 
Oh, bring us the cuffs and blind folds; 
Oh, bring us the Iron Maiden and a mop for the blood. 
You can’t go til we get it
You can’t go til we get it
You can’t go til we get it; so your secrets we’ll have.

Competition
Pranks Galore
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Abadeer stepped out of the Eviscerater, the landing pad was fairly clear. He breathed in the clean air of Aliso. It was good to be home.

The announcement of a new Consul had reached even the distant Sith’s ears. Abadeer couldn’t allow Arden to enter the office without consequence. Fortunately Taasii was in a playful mood and he had a few fun ideas planned for the incumbent leader of Plagueis.

He strolled through the Pinnacle, using his senses to avoid any run ins with people he would know. He was going to announce is presence back to the Clan, but now was not yet the time. Time was also of the essence, he didn’t have the time to have lengthy greetings with anyone. The path to the Consul’s office was clear, and still perfectly remembered. Abadeer checked to make sure he was clear before entering.

He stepped forward, the office was currently dark. His fingers grazed the polished desk. This was the first target. Abadeer walked to the left side of the room, pressing his hand to one of the wall panels. The wall opened to a private bathroom facility. Taasii chuckled to himself as he thought of Arden’s face the next time he came here. The desk wouldn’t go all in one piece. It was time to get to work. It took about 10 minutes to get the leg supports detached from the desk itself, another 5 to get all the pieces through to the bathroom, and another 15 to reassemble. The bathroom was big for the total one person who used it, but it just barely fit the imposing desk.

The next target was the circuit board on the wall. It controlled many function in the room, from lights, to temperature, to the pager system. The Togruta never boasted to be much of an electronic expert, but this project didn’t need too much knowledge. It took a little prying, but Abadeer pulled the panel from the wall, a trail of wires following closely behind. Taasii started to pull the wires out, and switched their inputs. The idea was to have one command effect the wrong function, but for all he knew it just might cause everything to stop working all together. Either was fine.

The last target was the miniature fridge that Selika had installed, it had held an impressive array of fine alcohols imported from across the galaxy. The fridge was empty now, but not for long. Abadeer reached into a small bag he’d brought with him. Inside was a jar with a shrunken severed head floating in a preservative fluid. It was a perfect present for the new Dark leader of the Clan. Finally a second jar with two wires was extracted and placed in the fridge. The jar was full of pure white flour, and a tiny explosive. The wires had a magnetic switch attached at each end, which were connected to the door and the from of the fridge. The crude device would send a signal to the explosive when the door was next opened and cover the person in a blanket of white powder.

Everything was now perfect. The traps and pranks were ready. All Abadeer needed to do now was wait in the control center and watch the video feed. It was only a matter of time until Arden found what happened to his new office.

Competition
[Week 1] Fiction
Textual submission

Abadeer sat looking out over the ocean, knees pulled up tight to his chest. A small plume of smoke was still visible out near the horizon marking where his ship had crashed into the ocean. The Proconsul sighed deeply before falling back on the rocky shore. Enemy forces had managed a critical hit on his ship causing him to crash on this remote outer rim planet.

Abadeer sat up slowly rubbing his right temple. He looked down to check his remaining supplies. The swim had been long and difficult, not allowing much to be carried with the Togruta. He pulled out his lightsabers, the crimson saber sparking dangerously. He figured that it must have been damaged in the crash. The alabaster bladed saber seemed to be fine. Taasii also reached into his belt where he’d stored in datapad, to try to communicate to anyone still up in orbit.

As he pulled out the small square of metal the Plagueian realized that this was not indeed his datapad. It seemed in the sinking confusion he’d grabbed the dislodged navigation board from ship. Abadeer stared at the square of metal for a long moment his gaze slowly darkening. He reeled back and tossed the navigational piece into the crashing ocean.

“Well this is… just great.” Abadeer said to nobody in particular. He stood up and turned towards the island, only to be greeted with about a half mile spit of craggy rock. The tide lapped at the small cliff that was the shore of the island hungrily. Abadeer was completely and utterly alone, with no conceivable way out of the dire situation. He peered out over the water, there were other small specks of land, but nothing of any promise to aid in survival. No wildlife or greenery to be seen.

“So it’s dehydration then. Not the way I thought I’d go.” Taasii muttered, switching to his native tongue with no others to talk to.

“What do you mean dehydration?”

Abadeer slowly looked around for the source of the voice. There was nothing to be seen though. Just uneven rock surrounded by greenish blue ocean.

“What..” Abadeer started to say.

“The craziness will get you first.”

This time Abadeer caught the sound. He looked down to see a rock, about the size of his head. The rock was settled right near his left ankle. Peculiarly the rock had a red hand print looking shape on it, that if squinted at could look like someone smiling blankly.

“Sith spit.”

Competition
[Week 1] Poetry (Limerick)
Textual submission

First came Darth Plagueis trying to hang on to life
Then Sidious brought war, bringing the galaxy strife
Darth Maul killed the best Jedi of all
Count Dooku tried to make the Order fall
Lastly Darth Vader got angry, and killed his own wife

Competition
[Week 2] Poetry
Textual submission

Zuser has a ship
That is until he crashed it
It went down in flames

Competition
Manifest Destiny: May 16th-May 31st
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Manually added by Savant Kelly Mendes