Vithril eyed the investigators closely as they entered the mess hall ahead of him. It was pretty much help yourself hours right now and not really any mess staff on duty. Being new arrivals, these investigators probably didn't know this and good ol Vith began thinking up a plan to take these guys out of the equation.

Ducking into the kitchen unseen, Vithril donned the cooks uniform and began to look around, taking in his surroundings rather quickly. On the stove was a half empty of womp rat stew that seemed to be infused with cherries of some sort. It was thick and hearty and might be useful.

On the prep table was a box of frozen Dewback steaks. Vithril figured they'd come in handy somehow as he saw other items that might be of use. There was a broken blaster with a working battery, and all the pots and pans one could ever need to cook with. There were also a cook stove, a walk in freezer, a refrigeration unit, and various mixers.

Vithril could hear the investigators speaking in the mess hall, and heard one mention that they'd have to cook their own meal. Thinking quick, Vithril met them at the door to the kitchen and stopped them from entering.

"Sorry gentlemen, You will have to wait a few minutes, the oven is on the fritz and we have a maintenance team in here looking at it. Soon as they are done and clean the work area up, you are more than welcome to help yourselves to the food and facilities. Just don't wreck my kitchen in the process. Word of advice, if you all cook together it'll get done faster and you can use as much of the food as you want. It'll save me from throwing it out." Vithril said as he stood in the doorway at parade rest, exuding an air of authority.

"Thanks chef, any chance you'd be willing to cook us something up for a few extra credits?" one of the investigators asked

"No can do pal, I'm already an hour past my shift getting this issue squared away. I'll get the kitchen fixed, you make sure it is in the same condition when I come back in the morning." Vithril said crisply. "I'll let you know when the stove is fixed."

Vithril didn't wait for a reply, he turned sharply on one heel in an about-face motion and strode into the kitchen shutting the door behind him, then rolling the serving window down. He immediately set to task. If his plan worked, he'd be rid of these pesky investigators quicky and the "accident" would be just one of those freak things.

Vithril opened the box of Bantha steaks and tossed several onto a metal oven tray and set the whole thing on the prep table near the oven. Next he took down a most of the pots and tore the metal handles off of them. Keeping one pot intact, he filled it with some industrial cleaner from the pantry, opened the oven door and placed the pot near the heating element, then tossed in the assorted metal pot and pan handles, taking a second to arrange them with the sharp ends facing toward the oven door.

He grabbed a roll of aluminum wrap and tore off sheets and started rolling them into long strips.

For the next part of the plan, Vithril took down one of the bigger pots and placed the blaster battery in the bottom of it with one of the foil "wires" inserted into power coupling. He took a plate the same size as the pot and made a false bottom, running the fuse up the side between the plate and the pot wall. On the next layer, he poured more industrial cleaner so that it was touching the fuse, and turned another plate upside down sealing the deadly bomb in. To finish it off, he poured the womp rat soup on top of the false compartment.

Vithril stood back and double checked everything, and went over the plan in his mind. If this works, he'd be free to continue his mission, if he failed he'd have to bug out and admit failure.

Vithril but his "business face" back on, and went to the door to the mess hall. He opened it up and saw the four investigators sitting at the closest table to the serving window. One looked up and saw him, a mousey looking fellow. Vithril beckoned them over with a wave of his hand.

"So gentlemen, I must apologize for my gruffness before, it's been a long day. That's no excuse to be rude though. Follow me into the kitchen if you will please" Vithril said as he lead them into the kitchen. "I do feel horrible about how I treated you, and I really must go, but I've started a nice little feast for you all. Bantha steaks, prefectly seasoned, and some cherry infused womp rat stew."

Vithril could see the four men's eyes go big and the smiles on their faces as they took in the big pot of stew and the sizable seasoned steaks on the cooking tray.

"I regret that I can't stay and cook these for you, but I am going to give you instructions so easy to follow it'll be just like I cooked it myself."

"I can't cook a lick" said the fat dumpy one

"No worries good sir, easy enough to do" Vithril replied with a smile on his face, one that never met his eyes. "The stew will need to be heated up, but you must cook your steaks too. First you will need to pre-heat the oven to 450. DO NOT open the oven door or you let the heat out and you wait that much longer to put the steaks in. Secondly, when the oven reaches 200, start heat on the pot of stew on medium. With me so far?"

The four men nodded anxiously, hunger getting the best of them.

"Ok, VERY important. You all need to work together on this. One of you mind the oven and the stew while they are heating up. The other three will need to stand at the table and use these meat tenderizers to soften these steaks up some, bantha can be a bit tough to chew otherwise. Do not leave my kitchen unattended with the oven and stove going, got me? Also, don't stop tenderizing, keep going right until they go into the oven or all is for naught. Ok. Cook them for 20 minutes and take them out, got it?" Vithril finished with his instructions.

"This is going to be awesome, I'm so hungry" the mousey one replied

"I'll watch the oven, you guys can tenderize" the one with the hawkish nose said, rubbing his hands.

"Ok gentlemen, enjoy your meal" Vithril said as he walked out whistling the Imperial March.

Vithril ditched the cooks uniform in the waste bin in the hall and went into the nearby restroom to wait. It seemed like an eternity. Maybe this wouldn't work. Just as Vithril began having more doubts a loud boom sounded and the entire building rocked slightly.

Vithril got up and slowly went to the door and peeked out. There were people running to the mess hall, and a few women were crying and couching as they stumbled out. He briskly made his way to the mess hall door and looked in over the shoulder of the security guard. The entire kitchen seemed to be a smoking mess. The whole wall was blown out by the door, and Vithril could see a hand lying on the floor in the doorway. There was another security guard escorting people out the other door, and another speaking to one of the employees that had been dining when the explosion happened.

"... and then the cook was telling them that the stove was messed up. Next thing I know they went in the kitchen. I got up to go relieve myself, and when I came back they were in there laughing and having themselves a time talking about how good this was going to be. Then BOOM. This is what happens when you let just anyone go in there and mess around. Did any of them even make it?" the employee relayed her story.

"No mam, whatever those idiots did blew everything all to hell in there. There's no way of telling what happened, those simpletons made certain of that." The security guard answered.

Vithril smiled slightly as he turned and made his way out of the building. One less thing to worry about now.

Shockin Development by OP Furios Morega

Sour Stew -

Dacian's eyes darted amongst the various items deposited indiscriminately throughout the kitchen. He seemed to have a lot at his disposal in here, but whether any of it would be useful he had yet to decide. He walked over to the other side of the kitchen around an island of grills and stoves that sat in the middle of the kitchen separate from the cabinets and counter tops that were lined along the perimeter of the walls. Pots and pans were arbitrarily scattered with some hanging over others. As he made his way to the door to what he presumed was the closet, he had to step over a large, unwashed frying pan. He shook his head at the lack of sanitation and organization of this place. But... a dirty kitchen lacking organization could very easily and accidentally allow something poison to be nonchalantly added to a dish.

He opened the closet door and there was a chef in full uniform sitting on a stool and peeling potatoes. The man began to object to Dacian's presence, but the Plagueian stopped him with a swift lightsaber hilt to the back of the head. He peeked outside the closet quickly to ensure the altercation did not disturb any of the dining patrons. Fortunately, no one seemed disturbed or even aware of anything other than their present company or their food. Satisfied, the young assassin turned to assess his current situation in the closet. It was filled with an abundance of spices, seasonings, juices and jars of which he could not recognize the contents. He grabbed a bottle of cooking wine and poured its contents out into a sink in the back and then nestled the bottle into the chef's hand.

"You drunk," Dacian chortled to himself as he shook his head mockingly. Actually, he would need a chef's uniform and a man who finished a whole bottle of that stuff could possibly get to a state where he would shed his clothing, right? Besides, Dacian's current attire was rather conspicuous for a man who works in a kitchen, and his training lightsaber was a dead give away to his identity. As he stripped the unconscious man's clothes, his hand brushed against something metal. He pulled it from the inside of the man's under tunic -- a blaster. Checking to ensure the safety was on, because it's foolish to ever play with a live blaster, Dacian perused it with the eye of a man whose wielded many weapons in his short life. The firing mechanism was broken. Why would someone have a worthless blaster on them? Perhaps he felt more confident with a broken one than none at all.

After donning the chef's uniform, he grabbed the blaster once more and took its battery out, which was completely full. He pocketed it and exited the closet, casually walking over to the pot of stew simmering on low. He tasted a sip of it -- it was good, with a strong cherry flavor. Maybe strong enough to cover the taste of battery acid... but he wasn't going to risk it. He went back to the closet, grabbed some spices, and then proceeded to the freezer where he found packs of dewback steaks within a big box. He grabbed a few and carried everything back to the stew. He deposited the battery acid into it first, deciding to allow it to simmer in the stew for as long as he could allow it. He then added the spices and seasonings, glancing over to the table of Galactic Alliance pawns the whole time, ensuring they were still stuck in their idyllic little moment of small talk and mess hall food.

"Where are the damn knives?" Dacian mumbled to himself, tossing stuff around as he searched for one to cube the steaks. "Kriffin' kitchen."

He grabbed the steaks and just dropped them whole into the stew. Grabbing a large spoon, he proceeded to stir everything together as best he could. Producing four bowls and spoons for each, he walked them out to the investigators table. As he approached they all eyed him precariously, "Are you the chef who made all of this?"

Dacian put on his best grin, "Why yes, I am! How do you find everything?"

The investigator with the big barrel like chest spoke first, "Not bad, but you could provide some more variety..."

The man who sat across from him whom he had been talking with the whole time spouted, "This is a mess hall, Theron, not a five star cuisine restaurant!"

He winked at Dacian who smirked, "Well, I do have my stew simmering in there, and I'm actually thinking about making it a full time addition to the menu, but I was wondering if you guys could tell me what you think first..."

He placed a bowl with a spoon in front of them. "One moment, please."

"Hey, I'm not going to be the one who turns down a free meal!"

They seemed rather rambunctious now. He hoped they didn't draw too much attention. The rest of the individuals in the mess hall were in the back, facing the windows away from him and the investigators, but if any of them recognized him, everything could be jeopardized. As he got back to the stew, he began to stir it once more, hoping the battery acid would do its job quickly enough. He then hefted the large vat against his torso as he carried it to the serving table outside of the kitchen. He placed a ladel in it and then smiled at each of the investigators in turn. "Dig in, boys!"

They each walked over with their bowl and spoon, ladeling a full portion into it. "Get more than that! Jeez, are you trying to insult me?"

Dacian chuckled as they smiled and filled it up more. As the last one got his share, he nodded at his assassin, "Compliments to the chef!"

They all repeated this in unison before sitting. He began to leave the mess hall, walking back into the kitchen. He tore the uniform off and deposited it into a crumpled mess on top of the chef he had knocked out earlier. He could hear their screams now.

"IT'S BURNING! NOOOOOOO! AHHHHHHHHHHHH!"

He left the mess hall, casually walking down the hallways with a somber look. Within him though, he was feeling very invigorated.

Brimstone knew what had to be done. It was time to lay the suspicion on to Zexx. As he removed his uniform and placed on the cook's uniform, he knew what had to be done.

He took an inventory of what was available, One box of frozen dewback steaks, a blaster with a broken firing mechanism, but fully charged battery, a half empty pot of cherry-infused womp rat stew which was reeking from the rat's flesh, a rack of pots and pans, and Standard galactic kitchen appliances. "Where is the knives?" thought the Chiss to himself.

He figured out a way to take care of it. Removing the safety on the blaster, he disassembled the weapon and battery pack. He knew one thing with this type of blaster is that the battery was subjective to explosive results when mixed with liquids and the Stew was going to be the perfect antagonist to the improvised bomb.

Adding multiple screws, nails, and bolts for shrapnel that Brimstone took out of shelving units in the storage room, he mixed it with the stew and threw in the steaks uncooked to make the pot look fuller. He knew he would only have a 5-10 seconds delay once he dropped in the battery before the explosion.

He then made his way to the dining hall. Then told everyone to leave but the four investigators who came in for dinner. They questioned why and the Chiss replied "By order of President Zexx, I was to make you a special dinner without interruptions from other personnel."

They all sat down preparing for their meal. One of them comm his superior about the special meals and who ordered it. Brimstone, then motioned that it is almost ready and he will personally deliver it himself.

As the men sat drinking some of the ale offered to them earlier, Brimstone, had set up the backdoor to be propped open. it would take him only 2 seconds to get into the kitchen to escape once he dropped the package.

Brimstone then carried the pot with gloves on to the men and sat it down. "Oh shoot, I forgot the shredded nurfherder cheese for the toppings, I'll be right back, do not touch anything. I want it perfect." Brimstone then with a slight of hand, dropped in the sabotaged battery without their awareness and headed back quickly. As soon as he made it to the kitchen, he grabbed his bag with his lightsaber and uniform and headed out the back door.

7 seconds passed and a huge explosion ripped into the mess hall as the battery exploded, sending the shrapnel and metal pan debris into the 4 unsuspecting investigators, killing them instantly and sending the alarms into a panic as soldiers, security, and fire personnel made their way to the explosion. Once the fire was put out, the Security investigators combed the wreckage and found 5 bodies, the 4 Galactic investigators, and a cook with smeared blue paint on his hands and face, dead from the fire and burnt up.

Brimstone made his way around, changing back to his dark uniform and looked to make sure they found what they needed to find that would get President Zexx blamed for the destruction and murders. He then headed out to meet up at the hidden location of Plagueis summit.