From: Commander Mrith'hele'arana
Subject: [TGOD] Imperial Termination. Subject: Paul.
Date: 19 Dec 1999 00:00:00 GMT
Newsgroups: alt.startrek.vs.starwars



  The "facemask" was on.. Fitting over her blue skin perfectly,
covering her neck, face, and ears, conforming to her own facial
features, it was the perfect disguise, and allowed her to appear
utterly human, when complemented with the gloves, long-sleeved blouse
and the blue jeans she wore.. quite non-descript, all things
considered. The eyes, of course, were taken care of with lenses. She
appeared to be a perfectly normal human female in her mid twenties,
with long black hair and grey eyes. Of course, the gloves weren't
unusual.. It was december in Canada, afterall. Her heavily modified..
Though it was impossible to tell, car was parked nearby, and she was
ascending the steps of the UMAQ building in Montreal. No one challenged
her when she entered, of course. All her ID were perfectly in order;
For the Empire, creating fake documents designed to fool a primitive
Earth government was an astonishingly simple task. When she reached the
room containing the admin. records, she raised a small device to the
door. It overloaded the magnetic lock, and she eased the door open,
pocketing the device. She walked over to one of the computer terminals
and sat down.. Beginning to access the necessary data. Then.. She heard
a noise, and the words "Who are you?". She didn't turn. A hand went to
the holdout blaster in another pocket, which swung back behind her
swiftly... judging from the sound had come from.. She fired the stun
burst, and the security guard fell uncounscious without ever seeing the
face of his attacker, false or real.
 She turned back to her screen, and looked to the information on Paul
that had just come up. She did not need to save his adress or any of
the other availible information; Like all Chiss, she had a eidict
memory. Tonight she would scout out Paul's residence, and tommorow
morning the termination would occur.
 She was driving a '77 Ford Thunderbird, not a terribly uncommon car,
and specially equipped with various shielded compartments and some
other modifications. Externally, it looked like any reasonably
maintained vehicle. The colour, of course, was an easy to forget dark
green. She drove by Paul's place.. A small, baby-boom era home, one
story, no basement in evidence.. And.. Some thirty yards beyond it, on
the other side of the street.. A middleschool, it's playground the
closest part. Directly behind Paul's property was an embankment, ontop
of which, and stretching far behind it, was a very large suburban park.
Perfect. She headed back to her hotel, the plan already coming together
in her mind.
 The next day.. A Tuesday.. She arrived at five AM and parked in the
parking lot to the Park, located over a mile from Paul's home. There,
she opened her trunk and removed the single-seat, partially collapsable
speeder, swiftly assembling it and powering it up, her tools of
destruction strapped to her body. It took little more than a minute to
reach the other end of the empty park, leaving the speeder at the top
of the embankment, concealed in bushes, and waited. Twenty five minutes
later, Paul left his home with the massive dog he owned. This dog was
his best and only friend, and was trained as a seeing eye dog. However,
the Canadian government had recently begun a program of giving Seeing
eye dogs to people who had exceptionally low IQs, as it was determined
that they needed them more than did intelligent but blind persons.
 Paul's car was a '96 Geo Metro that had been rebuilt thirteen times
from serious collisions, and each section of the car was done in a
different colour by now. Also, because of the leftover crack that Paul
fed his dog, it reguarly ripped apart the seats of his car, so the
covers were destroyed and much of the cushions for the seats ripped up.
 Paul and his dog got into their car and drove off to go to the store
and buy some food before he went to work. Thelea headed down the
embankment. The first stop was the home next to Paul's... She leaped
over the fence easily, after all, Imperial military training for
starfighter corps' officers was as hard as US Marine training for
grunts, let alone the Stormtroopers like the infamous Lt. Hit-Man.
 She planted a Tibanna gas tube/redirection crystal on the side of that
home, aiming towards one of the windows of Paul's home, considering
none were on the side of the house facing the embankment.. Well, there
was one, but it was boarded up. Again leaping over the fence, this time
into Paul's unfenced yard, she approached the front door of his home,
and with a shot from her hold-out blaster, blew it open. Though Paul's
home security system started blaring, she was unconcerned. Using a
small palm-scanner device to determine the code for his home-security
system, she then hit the "False-alarm" button and tapped in the code.
The security system registered it as a false alarm and the company did
not alert the police. Thelea allowed herself a faint smirk.
 She went through his home, noting his fascination with the White Wolf
games' "Malkavian" clan of Vampires... No surprise there. Calmly,
Thelea opened the gas for his stove up all the way, the same for his
furance, water-heater, and gas stove. Then, she walked to the door,
shutting it behind her. So far, nobody had responded to the sound, a
single blaster shot. Who would, after all.. To the people of Earth, it
did not sound threatening. Next, she walked across the street, and over
to the fence  surrounding the school, setting a device down near a
break in the fence, fully programmed. Then, a swiftly as she come down,
she ran back to Paul's house, and then up the embankment, to wait..
 When Paul returned around seven AM; she was in position, her lenses
removed so that she would have absolutely perfect vision for this.. her
Xerrol Nightstinger at her side, a small control near that. Just as
soon as Paul got out of his car.. she activated that controlled. A man
looking identical to Paul, and holding an AK-47, ran out of the trees
near the playground, and stood in clear view of the kids exiting the
school buses... Then, he opened fire, with the roar of repeated three
round bursts. Though none of the kids, adults, or buses were hit,
everyone began screaming and running.
 Paul was stunned. Holding the leash to his dog, named after his best
online friend and personal hero Graham Kennedy, he watched himself
firing an AK-47 at the schoolkids. He wouldn't do that.. Would he.
Wait.. He was standing across the street, not over there.. Oh no, it
had to be Paul's evil twin brother. Then he realized he didn't have an
evil twin brother. He simply stood there, confused, until the gunman
turned towards him and fired...
 Thelea's first shot from the Xerrol Nightstinger struck the dog's
head, killing it instantly. Before Paul could react, the second shot
penetrate to the gas tank of his Geo Metro, exploding it and sending
the car rolling, burning.
 Paul screamed like a baby as he saw his.. Evil twin brother who didn't
exist.. kill his best friend, his faithful dog, and then destroy his
precious car! To quote a Lynyrd Skynyrd song, "The water fell onto the
floor", and he turned and ran for the safety of his home.. just to
realize the doorknob no longer existed. No matter to Paul, though, he
just did a Klingon headslam against the door to open it, and then ran
into the bathroom to vomit and get tylenol... He never noticed he was
feeling light-headed..
 Thelea aimed carefully for the redirection crystal and fired. The hit
was direct, and there was a brief flash of red as a bolt streaked from
it, pierced the window of Paul's home.. and ignited the massive amounts
of natural gas that had built up in the air inside it. The home
exploded in a massive fireball, Paul still inside. Thelea smiled in
satisfaction as she hit another button on the small controller,
detonating a small explosive that destroyed the hologram projector that
had created the AK-47 wielding Paul.
 Then.. There was a click from behind her. "Okay, lady, nice and slow,
turn around.. Hands on your head. Montreal Police.. Do it now!"
 She rolled over.. coming to her feet, hands on her head.. as
requested. The officer was briefly stunned by her glowing red eyes. It
was all she needed.. For her mother had been a Jedi. To quote the Grand
Admiral Thrawn, she had mad a foolish, rash decision, and now regretted
it. Though her mother still lived.. She had sequestered herself, and
accepted the reality of the proper authority in the galaxy, the Empire,
which her daughter now served. The Grand Admiral, though, had given her
a gift.. her mother's lightsabre. As she concentrated with all the will
of her very limited force powers.. the service revolver flew from the
officer's hand, and into her's, moving gracefully from her head.. as
the other grasped the sabre from her belt.. igniting it... and in one
swift stroke, sending the officer's head into the blazing inferno
below. Mere seconds later, the blade was deactived, and a kick sent his
body into that inferno, as well. Thelea took a moment to compose
herself, and, recovering her gear, remounted the speeder and headed off
through the park.
 A man was there.. Known only as "Skinny Hulk". He was an infamous
serial murderer and rapist in the Montreal area, and he currently had a
woman cornered in the park..
 Thelea saw two people near the creek that ran through the park, and
raised her small, pocket-sized binoculars.. seeing the man holding the
knife to the woman's neck.. she pocketed them, and brought the speeder
up to 160 km/h, lightsabre ignited and held to one side...
 The woman saw only a flash of blue, and a blur, as her attacker's head
flew from his body and into the creek. the woman dropped to her knees
and gave a prayer of thanks to the heavens, having no idea that her
saviour had indeed come from that direction.
 Two minutes later, Thelea had her lenses back on, her gear stowed
safely, and she was driving away. There would be enough confusion from
the entire attack that the Police would assume Paul had fired at the
children, then killed the police officer and committed suicide by
blowing up his own house. The mysterious decapatation of the rapist
would not be of great concern.. Who really cared what happened to such
scum? In less than twenty four hours since the operation had begun, a
textbook Imperial Termination had occured.