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Chib Nyac
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Phantom of the Feud

The stars twinkled in the night sky, clouds covering the silver disk that Chib loved so much. His blue eyes sparkled from their light, his hand rubbing his hump as he thought. War was coming, the scent of bloodlust twisting in the wind. Blood had been spilled already, and more would come if something was not done about it. The Ithorian itched his eye, thinking of a way to accomplish the task of preventing a war. Time was ticking, and the cool wings of dawn would bring death. The Consular had an idea, the sight of stars and beauty cranking the gears in his head. It was brilliant, beautiful, and no blood would be spilled.
“Brilliant. Brilliant, ah, I love it.” said Chib, smacking the bottom of his cane against the ground.
His hands reached inside his pocket and yanked out his commlink, his finger thumbing the activation button. Static came at first, and then a clear sound came through. Chib was broadcasting on all channels of Odan-Urr.
“Alright, we have six hours. Six. Only six. You know what that means? Morning brings war, and war is something I cannot stand. It brings death, it brings suffering, it brings pain. Civilians will perish, and New Tython will groan with agony. But...if we can bring the two sides together for a talk, we stand a chance.”
“At what?” croaked the voice of Mar Sul, static covering his voice.
“Ending it before it begins.” replied Chib, “All we need is a lot of moving parts, perfect coordination, and a whole helluva lot of luck.”
“Is that all?” replied Destin.
“Yeah, that’s all. Oh come now, we’ve done more with less! With Jafits helping, and some clever wordplay, the dominoes will fall into place.”
“What do you need from me?” replied Jafits.
“You, my good sir, will sweep down like an oncoming storm and take possession of both sides armaments. Can’t fight a war if you aren’t armed.” replied Chib.
“Those will be heavily guarded...you make it sound easier than it will be.”
“There is a zoo near one of their compounds, closed for renovations. Their animals deserve to roam a little, wouldn’t you say?” said Chib, “They should cause enough of a distraction to thin the numbers of those watching the guns.”
“And the other compound?” asked Lu’aisha.
“The Iwu Krouh will aid us.” answered Chib.
“Too much bloodshed.” she replied.
“I’m surprised at you, Lu. This is me, we’re talking about. Chib, pacifist, lover of nonviolence? The Iwu Krouh have synthesized a hallucinogenic toxin, totally harmless, that once injected, will place the afflicted in a comatose state. Their nightmares will be horrific, but what’s a few bad dreams compared to being dead? If that plan fails, I have instructed them to bring their spider mounts.”
“S-spider mounts?” replied Xantros.
“Yep! They’ll web the place, making it an easy cake walk. Jafits, if you’d like some spiders as well, I can have that happen.” said Chib, “Just to be safe.”
“And what do the rest of us do?” asked Lu’aisha.
“We will have a chat. Words, words, words. Stronger than any slug thrower and can cut deeper than any saber.” said Chib, “After we’re done with them, they’ll be having tea parties. Smashing pinatas together. Friends forever, that sorta stuff.”
“Let’s get to work.” said Jafits.
“The Iwu Krouh will be ready in one hour, they’ll be in position in another hour after that. Do me a favor, no bloodshed on our end, huh?” said Chib, “Makes me feel dirty.”