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| - A spectical was made, as Moorshavin marched Tarakus, and his group, down the main streets of the fog-enshrouded city. Moorshavin waved and smiled as he walked to a podium set up in the public Square where an incinertor was set up for Tarakus's execution. When Moorshavin got up to the podium, the crowd gathered in the square stopped cheering to listen to Moorshavin's elaborate speech. "Ladies and Gentlemen of my dear Warbird Separatist Imperial Remnant, we are on a great pinnical, tonight, as one of the most wanted criminals has finally been captured. Charged with murdering my Uncle, Phane Warbird, Tarakus Deadmerit will finally face justice, for a crime, which he committed long ago. To me, this is just one of many goals of which I hope to accomplish, while I'm leader of this great Empire. Rest assured, any others who question the might of the WSIR, shall be tried, and executed, for the safety of our people, and the safety of others. So, without further adue, I give you Tarakus Deadmerit's execution." The crowd went into a frenzy, jumping up and down in grand stands set up for the event. The executioner grabbed Tarakus by the arm and marched him to the incinerator. Tu'verana rushed to her father and hugged him. As she hugged her father for one last time, Tarakus went to her ear and said, "I will come back, Tu'vy. Don't worry. It's a temporary death, believe me." As soon as Tarakus finished, he shoved the executioner off of him, and walked into the incinerator, sporting a large grin, which caught Moorshavin by surprise. "Wait, don't close that door! I want to talk to him before he dies." Moorshavin ordered. He walked over to the grinning Dragon, and said, "What's with the grin?!" "Well, can't I part ways with the Universe, with a smile? Is there a rule that says I can't?" "Well. . .uh. . .I don't think so. I'm just surprised you're taking this so well." "Hey, if this is my funeral, I would think that I'm allowed to smile and think of it as funny, attending it, right?" Scratching and rubbing his chin, Moorshavin, puzzled by the Dragon's sudden change in mood, said, "I guess, if you put it that way, it is." With that, Tarakus grabbed the door to the incinerator, and used the Force to start the machine up. After several minutes, he caught on fire, and burned up into a pile of ash. Perhaps I should've told him that this would be the only time I'd pursue his death. It might've made him feel better about it. Moorshavin thought, as he watched the incinerator complete its job. When it was done, Moorshavin opened the door, swept Tarakus's ashes into a fancy urn, and handed the urn to Tu'verana. "Don't worry, dear child, your daddy will be back." He taunted to her. Her face twisted into violent rage, as she punched Moorshavin in the nose. "You vile Sandscale!" As she started turning away, she started crying, running off the stage, with the urn in her hand. Several Separatist guards started chasing her, when Moorshavin yelled out, "Let her go. Let them all go. I'm done with them. In the meantime, I must head back to my office." - - - - - -Slokana, Tristchana When Harlan returned to the royal palace, he took his large boots off, and flung them at a shoe cubby. "Vile sandscale he is, at least he was merciful to the rest of them." He said to himself, not realizing that Draco Minoris was in the room. He waved his hand in front of a crystal hanging around his neck, altering his ego. In a completely different voice, for the first time in years, Hawk Takanagamo spoke. "I know that what Moorshavin did was wrong, but let's face it, Tarakus will be back. We always do, don't we?" Harlan looked up at his younger brother. He lunged at him, grabbed him by his coat lappels, and slammed him against a wall. "You set them up, didn't you?!" "Look, Harlan, whether I was Draco Minoris or not, I actually had no hand in this plot. He and that Caedus man plotted Tarakus's capture, and it was more of a spur of the moment kind of thing, ya know?" "Yeah, I do! So, why don't you go back to your little hideout, and play with your statue friend, Tarakus Prime, heh?!" Looking slightly hurt, Hawk waved his hand in front of the crystal again, and reverted back to Darth Draco Minoris. - - - - - -Tepagastra Sandman, en route to Hesperidium Tu'verana sat by the urn, containing her father's ashes, staring at it, as the ICT-1600 J flew through Fondor space without being caught. Mirandall came by, holding a cup of caf. He set it down next to Tu'verana. She turned her head in Mirandall's direction, revealing red eyes, irritated by her crying. "Oh, Mirandall, I wish that those monsters didn't do that." "Well, we all have to face some adversity. It's not the first time that your father has 'died'. Several years ago, Tarakus supposedly died from a case of Stage 5 Picasher's Syndrome. Cyvelon Deathdragon noted later to Piastall, that the Ash Rebirth, was nothing like he'd ever seen." "Do all Fazabian Fa'neir Dragons go through that?" "Anyone with a slight amount of Fa'neir Dragon blood will do that. Until they are either killed by some form of rock. That's the weakness for all Rock Dragons, save for Tarakus Prime." Mirandall said, easing Tu'verana's curiosity. "That's nice to know. So at some point, I'm going to have gone through an Ash Rebirth, myself, then." "Yep. I think it's time we let your father's ashes out of the urn." Tu'verana took the cover off the urn, and poured her father's ashes onto the table, only to find that as she was pouring them, her father was taking shape. When all of the ashes were out of the urn, her father was standing on the table, complete, and in a new BCC tunic. "Wow, Dad, you look good." "Thanks. Well, at least Moorshavin had some humility in him."
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