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Post by rc83 on Jul 28, 2008 21:57:17 GMT -7
Lurking in the shadows of Korriban, in hibernation, is a project several thousand years in the making. For many years, Rc83 has been doing mercenary jobs, and he has become quite the popular mercenary. With his funds, he maintains himself, and has been building, very slowly, the Droid Federation Army. Most of the Droids lay inactive, awaiting for a proper leader to be sat on the throne. Now, Rc83 believes that he has found that leader, a Nemoidian diplomat who would be ideal for leading the Trade Federation's business deals.
And then there's the matter of a military commander. Rc83 has considered leading the military himself, and still does. But what he really hopes is to get a Sith or Jedi to lead it. His last hope is a group he has been researching lately called, Evolve. One of his 'friends' is a Sith, and Evolve member, and has become a helpful informant to his cause. He hopes that he can make an alliance with them, if not better, get them to lead his army. The Trade Federation army is getting closer and closer to its final completion. All he needs now are the leaders, a little time, and then: The uprising.
However, Galactic Alliance has noticed a few peculiarities. They have seen shipments of oil and metal, and other supplies go to Korriban. Large shipments. They've become suspicious of something, but as far as they think, it is just some illegal digging, somebody trying to find some old Sith remains. Rc see's this as an opportunity.
Rc has manipulated the GA so that the people they are sending over are the Neimodian Diplomat, named Craisio, and Jarai Telo.
( Any other Sith characters also have to be from Evolve, if you meet the requirements, feel free to hop on the ship and arrive at Korriban to the investigation. Remember though, Evolve characters only. ) ~*~ Rc83 awaited inside of the main control room. Beside him was a control panel. On this panel were several screens. The screens showed the interior of several different, large and open Hanger bays. The Hanger bay floors, each and every one of them, were completely littered with unactivated droids, on standby protocols. These Hangars were just the advance force. Below them, underneath the Mountains, was a small, Trade Federation fleet. Sure, this was nothing like the former glory, but RC had yet to create the actual manufacturing factories. Once they got phase one of the plan done, then they'd be able to dig their feet into the mud and start really manufacturing. Rc's entire future was planned out. He was ready, whenever someone else was. One code, and everthing was prepared for launch.
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Post by Jarai Telo on Aug 1, 2008 11:50:42 GMT -7
"This absolutely rediculous. I don't see why bodyguards aren't sufficient enough to escort someone as paranoid as you," snarled Jarai, aiming the insult at the Neimodian. He cringed from her, as he did every time. They had bodyguards, and right now, Jarai played the role as one. She also happened to the pilot of the hunk of metal he insisted to be transported on.
Jarai could fly, she just prefered not to do it. It bored her to check scanners frequently, especially with the diplomat she was protecting. But, her boredom was toned some from just waking up from a nap. She did the mandatory flight checks for maybe the hundredth time since they entered hyperspace.
Yet another useless mission for her to be assigned to. The protection of another. At least it wasn't Jedi at negotiations. She had been on one too many of those. What she really wanted was to go on her holocron expeditions. Those needed to be discovered. That would be a worthy mission. Unfortunately, her plans would have to wait.
"Go get comfy. We're going to be flying for a while longer." She kicked up her feet and slid down in her chair. She watched the stars zoom by and lost herself in her thoughts.
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"My lightsaber should be identification enough. How many beings do you have to insult you in a day?" Stupid GA agents. The neimodian had backtracked, saying he was going to get something. Fine, see if she cared if he was assassinated.
Oh, no, wait... he had bodyguards that should be more than enough to take care of him without her involved. Stupid. Jarai's arms were crossed and she glared at the unmoving, stone faced GA agent. Her fingers drummed against her arm.
"So... Identification?" he said again.
"Wait, wait!" the babbling cry sounded. Jarai turned to see the neimodian coming to her. In his hands, he had papers. "I forgot these back on the transport. I thought I recalled having papers stating our rights to be here. I can't say how I'll further the investigation, but... whatever the GA needs."
Jarai twitched. That wasn't identification... that was a thirty page essay! The diplomat did his diplomatic things, the only thing he was useful for. A few minutes passed. Jarai amused herself by pacing and glowering at the neimodians bodyguards. They looked capable enough that she didn't have to be here. So, why in stars and galaxies was she?
"Lady Jarai, we can go now."
She gave a stiff nod and led way through a security door and out the back. The midday sun baked the outside so it was hotter than Mustafar's core. The GA were either cooling in the shade or swarming to get inside. No one came out if they did.
"The Sith is here," she heard one of them announce. Murmurs of gratitude rose after it. They liked the fact a Sith was here, on Korriban. This was their planet. Dark side energy radiated from it, and the heat was hardly a bother because they concentrated so hard on the dark energy. It energized them beyond that of a non-sensitive and a Jedi.
The GA spent several minutes explaining what they were looking for, and gave her a datapad of their records and what the had gathered during the investigation. Jarai hardly paid attention to it. Her eyes scanned the desert area. What in space did they expect her to find here? Information passed, the tired, sweaty GA agents shuffled their way outside to let her handle the work. How kind.
"Neimodian, stay in this area. Keep out of the sun. It'll bake you to a crisp faster than you can say 'mouse-droid'."
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rc83
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Post by rc83 on Aug 1, 2008 15:42:42 GMT -7
Rc83 knew that the Diplomat would be less pleased if they were forced to search for his headquarters on this hot, deserted planet. This is why he had a friend go to the loading bays. His Bounty Hunting friend, Sigfroid Estada, would give them the information they needed. Now, Sigfroid, wearing some heavy, hot Mando armor, watched Jarai, waiting for the oppurtune moment.
He hid in the shadows, waiting, watching. Knowing. He knew Jarai would notice him in a matter of time. Jarai would come to him, but he would make her. When she noticed his following her, she would quarry him. So long as he was careful not to get killed, his job should run smoothly. "Alright." He thought to himself, "That's good, she doesn't want to be hanging out with the useless lot, I can approach the Sith alone."
None of the others would even notice he was following them. Watching them. This is why he was happy the Sith was alone. Easier to approach. He could also see the Sith's true colors. How they dealt with others, what they did, why they did it. Good for him.
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Post by Jarai Telo on Aug 3, 2008 0:20:34 GMT -7
Jarai gave the bodyguards instructions to remain with the neimodian and set off into the sun. The desert was tainted red, as if stained with blood. A lot of history lay under the sand and dirt. Tombs of ancient Sith Lords could be found all over the desert. The ones of Marka Ragnos and Ajunta Pall as well as several others were raided and robbed of all their relics. Jarai would have loved to sight-see the relics, but never bring them from their tomb. They were placed there for the reason, to be with the masters of darkness in their death. Jarai felt anger against the people of the past. Over ten thousand years ago. Not that it would change history. It still made her angry.
Her boots scuffed up dust as she stood there, along a cliff wall. It was just as blood red colored as the sand of the desert. The Sith apprentice turned around one hundred and eighty degrees. "Show yourself. Don't try to keep yourself hidden. I will fry you to a crisp. I should not even give you this warning. As it is un-Sith-like. But, protocal says I must, and I will for not."
Her voice when from ugly to a state where it was easy to tell she disliked protocal. She would much rather fry something. Not that he would already be getting cooked in her armor. Her eyes pinned the area the bounty hunter would be in. Her fingers were lanced with lightning, ready to destroy a threat.
"If this is something about the investigation, tell me, so I can get the hell out of here." Damn, she was commanding. Jarai had authority nailed on the head. She shifted, sauntering sort of, toward the hidden hunter, sight drowned by his active camoflouge. His presence, however, was as detectable as the smell of a cesspit.
((I can't remember the name of the active camo. GAH! It's twelve thirty at night. -_-; Give me a break.))
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rc83
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Post by rc83 on Aug 4, 2008 16:03:52 GMT -7
The Bounty Hunter revealed himself, and would have grinned underneath his helmet, had he thought she would have seen it. "Well," He thought, "I would have thought you'd at least give me a bit of time to learn about you before I was discovered." He suddenly began thinking furiously, 'Alright, here's the part where I try not to die. I hope she likes what I have to say.'
"Well, as you've splendidly pointed out already, your in the investigation about the...Uh...Oil shipments and such. Well. I do have some information available. I was going to price you for it...But, seeing as though my life is in such danger, I'll just tell you. I saw some suspicious cargo ships flying in the other day, a far ways up North. I followed them for a bit, and discovered some sort of illegal base. If I were you, that's where I would start." He said, trying to be as non-threatening as possible. Sith were known for killing people anyways...
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Post by Jarai Telo on Aug 5, 2008 22:30:27 GMT -7
"That would be a smart choice, hunter," Jarai murmured appreciatively when he stated he would not make her pay for the information. Even if he had said he would, she would have more than likely raided his mind, and then left him unconscious or dead. Perhaps. She did not feel like playing games. The dark energy here was making her feel more powerful and less patient.
"To the North?" she repeated, in question, glancing off in the general direction. Jarai noted his stutter about the investigation. This made her suspicious of him and put some doubt in his information. However, no one follows a Sith around for fun unless they were begging for their head to be lopped off.
"And you say you followed them and you say there is a base there? I have one question, hunter, why did you not just tell the GA? None of them are going to brave the base. They would just dump it on me anyway. I'm the Sith, they expect me as a warrior to do the work for them." Her eyes snapped back to the hunter, clad in his Mandolorian suit. "You have got to be cooking like a Krayt dragon's egg in there," she randomly commented. "And I am also curious as to why you would think I would let you follow me around, supervising me with the excuse of learning about me. Who gives a damn?"
She was going off topic, but that wasn't the point. She wanted this hunter to squirm. Jarai wanted him to know just because he would spill what information her has does not weasel him out of being killed.
"Hunter, if there is something more sinister going on here," Jarai growled, pinning him with a burning gaze hotter than the Korriban sun. She shuffled forward, letting her rather tall size loom close to him. "I will survive it, and it will be on your head. I hope we have an understanding. You are not out of danger yet." An evil smirk crossed her face for maybe five seconds, and then was set to a grim line once more. Jarai stepped back and headed back the way she came.
She needed a speeder and to tell the Neimodian she escorted some new orders.
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"Illegal base, what the hell?" she muttered under her breath. She gazed around. Hot sand, hot setting sun, hot and dry air and rocky cliffs. Could it be built within the rocky, bumpy, rough sandstone walls of the cliff. Jarai ran a hand against it, coming off with nothing but a filthy hand.
Sweat dripped into her eyes. She had been rather warm for a few hours now. It was enough to soak her in perspiration. With the sleeve of her cloak, she swiped her forehead, brushing stuck strands of dark hair from her face.
"Dammit, I should have brought that hunter with me."
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Post by rc83 on Aug 6, 2008 15:46:25 GMT -7
( Aw, did she overlook one of the smaller things again??? )
Rc83's base was actually built on the floor of a very famous canyon called The Tomb, because it was full of such incredible dark side energy and creatures, that it would be suicide to go down there. Nobody ventured into there, not even the GA. They didn't even do inspections. Not that one was needed, after all, no fleshlings could survive down there. Rc-83, however, had the luxury of being made out of metal. He did not have to worry of being corrupted by dark side energy, or his thoughts clouded by confusion. The creatures were occasionally a problem, but after he had first set up the defenses, it was relatively easy to keep them out. Now, they didn't even try attacking here. ~~~
The Bounty Hunter sighed with relief. The sith was right, he was cooking in his armor. But to go into a potentionally dangerous situation without it would have been much worse. He thought it strange how the Sith had left before actually attaining the answers she sought. Perhaps she had mentally answered them herself. He thought for a moment about how she told him the responsibility would fall on his hand. He waited until he was sure she was gone, and he had traveled for quite some time in the opposite direction, before pulling out his communicator and taking off his helmet. "Its done. Now get me off this bloody planet."
He sat down, and began to wait. A small transport would soon come to pick him up. Sure enough, ten minutes later, a small ship flew in from the direction of the base, passing over the Sith. It stopped above the bounty hunter for just a moment, and then, his communicater came on, Rc-83 spoke to him, "I'm afraid that, I need you a bit longer." He murmered, "Please board the ship. I need you at the base." ~*~
Rc listened to the Bounty Hunter's exact words on the report. When he was done Rc83 paused for a moment and asked, "So, you didn't tell the Sith which canyon?"
The Bounty Hunter froze up, he had forgotten that he had to be specific on location, oops. "Um..." He mumbled, "I may have..."
There was a slightly agitated growl from the machine. "I shall have the ship put down close to her. Then, you will tell her it is yours, and tell her that you forgot to mention the exact name of the place."
"Are you insane!?" The Bounty Hunter shouted, "That's just...Ridiculous! It will give me away!"
"Just, think of something, and fast!" Rc replied.
The small spacecraft began to prepare for a landing just above Jarai's possition, on the flat plateu's above the cliff edges so frequently traveled. The Bounty Hunter was grumbling, and walked over to the edge, shouting to Jarai, "Hello again, Sith. I must admit, I was not being completely truthful to you!" He said, "I have more information for you!"
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Post by Jarai Telo on Sept 1, 2008 1:31:36 GMT -7
"Sith spawn!" her voice gasped. She scooted back further, and safer, from the edge of the cliff. The heat and red desert played tricks on her eyes. Cautiously Jarai inched just enough to peer over the side. A foolish, idiotic, brainless moved but she was curious just how far she would have fallen if she had decided to take that next step.
A laugh left her dry lips. It bounced off the crevices lining each side of the rocky and steep sides and bounced back to her ears, obscured in sounds. Or maybe that was just her mind continuing to play scramble games. Was she becoming delusional? She was parched, after all, but nothing a Sith could handle. No, perhaps a Sith like Bane who survived several days on heated sand and rock just as this. But Bane had been a strong Sith. He had been trained... not much different than she had other than the temple, which was now in pathetic and devastated ruins somewhere far, far away from here. Maybe the odds were against her, maybe they were with her.
The whine of an engine made her twist around and scurry from the canyon's edge. That would have been a really nasty fall. If that craft decided to come over her, the buffeting wind may sweep the sand, and her, over the canyon's edge. Splat goes the Sith.
However, it flew to position itself over the plateau not far from her. The cliff wall she had been searching along earlier, to be exact, was connected to that plateau. And who should exit but the bounty hunter she felt a twinge of empathy for having to wear the melting armor. Shuffling her feet, Jarai cross to the cliff area and unclipped something from her belt. Glancing up she spotted a jutting of rock and pressed a button. The grappling hook shot out and latched to the jutting stone. Tugging enough, only a few grits and pieces rained back onto her face. Dangerous or not, Jarai was going for it.
"Hello again, Sith. I must admit, I was not being completely truthful to you! I have more information for you!"
Jarai was pissed. Holding onto the grapple, she impressed another button and shot up like a blaster bolt. Jagged pieces of rock flashed by mere centimeters from limbs and face. Jarai hardly blinked except when a grain of sand decided to catch her eye. As she went to rub it, the stone her hook was embedded in began to crumble. Her fingers went to release button and she gathered the Force, calling it to her. The stone crumbled, Jarai released the hook and gave a bursts with the Force. She came up to the edge of the plateau and hovered for about five seconds before merely stepping onto the edge and walking to meet the baking bounty hunter.
"You are in trouble," she snarled, amber eyes angry and pinning him. He told her the information, and got her to this... base, he could beg for mercy, and she'd kill him. That was the plan.
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Post by rc83 on Sept 1, 2008 13:30:19 GMT -7
The bounty hunter took off his stifling helmet and let his brunette hair fall to his shoulders as the Sith used her grappling hook to arrive next to him. She scrambled toward him and snarled, "You are in trouble." There was a slight glint of mischief in his eyes as he stared at her right in the eye, and a smirk played on his face.
"Do you really think I'd let you kill me?" He asked, "Oh no, for a Sith, you really aren't that bright." He leaned up against his ship and smiled, "Now, let me get straight to the point. I wasn't lying to you. The oil shipments are going up there, to a large canyon called The Tomb, you can ask just about anybody about it and they'll know. However, what nobody knows about is whats inside. This is something I know," He then began walking up the ramp and into the ship, waving his hand, "Come on in, I'm sure you'll enjoy the air conditioning."
He walked into the ship, not really paying attention to whether or not she was following. His boots clanked through a couple of rooms, each one less significant than the next, until he entered a room that seemed to be a kitchen of sorts, and had a small dining table. He sat at the table and turned around, saying, "G2, can you get me and my acquaintance some Ale's."
Now he turned to see if the Sith had followed him inside.
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Post by Jarai Telo on Sept 2, 2008 22:57:30 GMT -7
"Killing? Why does everyone assume killing?" she spat, furiously. "I said you were in trouble, hunter, not that I was going to kill you." Time to be the brainwashed part of the Sith she had undoubted hatred of... known to followers.
What tweaked her off even more was his aura of confidence he now produced. Earlier, he had been degraded, now...
Dammit. Jarai hated to be played. She enjoyed playing others, but to have to twist facts and thoughts around to where she had to cooperate with them drove her toward insanity. As if she weren't already. Let's specify this more. Insanity of anger? Instead of just, mad laughing at a hundred foot drop you nearly just walked over.
The next words she heard was "air conditioning". Screw killing: get her out of the heat! Wait, she'd get herself out of the heat. With the dark look in her eye, Jarai ascended up the ramp, brushing off her shoulders and shaking out her cloak as she did so. She didn't know what it was, but dust and a place of residence mixing did NOT go over well with her. At least she had some cleanliness decency.
"Water, too. Hunter, keep playing your cards right," she warned, eyes holding a bit more interest after hearing of ale. Ale was good. If it was membrosia... it was even better. Then again, not everyone had an affinity over something that harsh as she did.
And on the other hand, Jarai was about ready to drink anything except hyperdrive fluid.
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Post by rc83 on Sept 30, 2008 14:54:47 GMT -7
"Oh, I haven't even begun to deal the cards." he chuckled, enjoying every last moment of his facade. "But then again, they're not my cards to deal." The droid arrived with a cup of water and two bottles of ale. He slid some over to Jarai and swigged some for himself. "I do work for somebody. We have arranged everything. We purposefully allowed the GA to get suspicious, and we knew exactly who we wanted to investigate, and how to get them here. The Nemoidian diplomat...Whom we want to speak to...and you. Leader of Evolve." He stopped, and allowed his words to take impact on her. "Yes...That's right. We know. If you attack, it will be the end of Evolve. Our sole objective was to have a conversation. You wouldn't mind having a conversation for the sake of your most noble cause. We understand what you want: Restore order, bring the Sith's ancient traditions back into play. What do you say?" He asked. There was something in his eyes, an intensity that told her he was telling the truth, down to the very last word.
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Post by Jarai Telo on Oct 1, 2008 5:43:32 GMT -7
"You are playing your own hand. The way it is played may tell me what tricks another might use." She sipped her water when it arrived, savoring it over her tongue before swallowing. In a way, she was telling him to speak and get it over with. Hunters were too dumb, brash, and violent to accomplish anything without a subscriber. She knew there was someone behind it and she wanted to get to the root, not dally playing word games with a bounty hunter.
She was not prepared for the extent of knowledge that he already knew on her. Jarai Telo was recognized as an apprentice to a highranking official within the Sith faction, yes. But to have someone know of her precious Evolve upbringing... That was getting into personal territory. No one but members were supposed to know of her little clan within the Sith.
The last of her water disappeared and she reached for the ale, sniffing it first before tasting it. It was ale, no doubt, and one of the sour ones. Ugh. Or maybe she was just used to drinking something amazingly sweet. Her eyes were locked with the hunters, her face dark and the amber color swirling with a rage.
"How do you know this? Who told you?" Her tone had a rumbling undercoat that spoke her anger, more than when she had been peeved he had reappeared. No, she was seething in rage. "What makes you think that if I attacked, my... 'noble cause' would be terminated? There are many of us and not as many as you. And we command the greatest weapon in the universe."
An enraged black panther was now before him, not a young Sith woman. Jarai was tense enough she could pounce to tear his throat out.
Let's just see how he reacted, first.
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Post by rc83 on Oct 1, 2008 18:48:06 GMT -7
His smile faded slowly as his stare became more serious and the traces of a snicker came across his face. The woman was obviously very mad, and he was barely able to hide his fear, so instead he masked it with his own anger, however slight. His first thought was, 'Shit, I played my cards wrong.' But she didn't kill him. It wasn't so much of a hesitation than it was a planned action. Perhaps she decided that she'd see if his threat was real. He did not stare directly into her eyes, she was too frightening to do that, and her power in the force may overwhelm him. He stared around her face instead, getting as close to eye contact without looking into her eyes.
"The very fact that we know so much should be a clear indication that we should not be taken lightly." He said, his voice attempting to sound strong, but coming out weakly before the mighty Sith he was faced with, "I'm not a gambling man, miss. We would not have done anything without proper insurance. If I told you how I received the information, then that would put me in a disadvantage." He then picked up his Ale and chugged the entire bottle in a few seconds. His nervousness was showing. "Let's just say we have our failsafe's. The second something bad happens, your little secret becomes a very, very well known fact." He suddenly felt his confidence rise again, "Now that I have told of my insurance, than perhaps we should move on to business." This last sentence was said as if their previous discussion was of little importance.
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Post by Jarai Telo on Oct 1, 2008 21:03:52 GMT -7
(('Shit, I played my cards wrong.' That made me chuckle. That's good. I had a failure today. X-x))
He tried to hide it. But that was impossible when you have a being trained in the ways of the Sith. Or, half trained, at least. They were taught to feel swirling emotions. A simple change of physical expression was not going to hide what could be sensed through the Force. And fear was a downright tasty treat and skills lined up to use that fear, waiting to be unfolded and bent to will.
Jarai had a hard time keeping her face straight. One of those twisted smirks she sometimes let set on her mouth was threatening to overwhelm. To some difficulty, she kept the seething rage perched within her eyes and the looming dark features in place. It did pay to be a dark sider.
What plunged her further into the darkened depths of anger was all of what he said; and mainly over the fact her work could possibly be blown. He didn't appear to be bluffing. Jarai KNEW he wasn't bluffing: a quick brainscan told her that. Her teeth gritted - the tightening muscles around her jaw showed the reaction - and she let loose a low growl.
"Where. Am. I. Going. Then." The words were hissed lowly, as if it was too painful to say them together in a complete sentence. Dammit, she didn't like being played! It was the exact opposite of what should be happening! He should be the puppet, not her! Who the CHUBBA thought they would get away with meddling in Sith affairs? What the HELL did she do to deserve outright attention such as this?
And what schutta had given away information on Evolve? They were so dead, there wouldn't be enough skin for a skeleton to twitch with. It would be merciful if there was a skeleton left to bury.
And she swore to whatever god of the universe, if he said 'Good girl', she was going for his throat and the keys to this bucket of bolts.
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Post by Darth Mere on Oct 7, 2008 18:38:49 GMT -7
( Not enough time to switch profiles, sorry. And thanks for the compliments. )
The bounty hunter knew he'd be hitting some vulnerable spots, but the pure fury and hatred that she was throwing out at him was something he could hardly believe. He'd never seen a soul this angry before. For a brief moment his minds drifted to how careless Sith were with their emotions, but he pushed such thoughts aside. He was just about to open his mouth suddenly the wall to their right moved and glowed. He suddenly pivoted his body in his chair to face the wall. It turned out to be a screen of some sort.
Rc-83 himself stood in front of the screen staring straight at her with his emotionless eyes and unfearing, yet strangely determined gaze. The gaze of a machine. A cold gaze, purely self willed and unfazed by others sufferings. Only the mission. Only the mission. He was obviously a classic Trade Federation Magna Guard, and obviously extremely old, yet well kept and shiny due to his self sufficient cleaning routines and his ability to maintain. He stood there and growled out his appreciations of the bounty hunter,
"Shut up, friend. I do not wish you dead before I can use you for your final task. Leave the room, and pilot the young Sith toward the GA landing bay."
"But-" He quipped about to say that he had the situation under control.
"Leave!" Rc said, putting on a heartless and metallic tone that struck deep into the heart of the Bounty Hunter, for a moment he felt the exact fear he had with Jarai, except he didn't have a failsafe against the foe. Paralyzed for a mere second, he recooperated and walked out as calmly as he could to the flight control area.
Rc turned his attention to the sith now, and he bowed in respect, "My deepest apologies. His fear made him act so rudely. I didn't mean to make such an attack on your organization. I shall withhold further conversation about the final meeting until we meet in person. All that is required of you is to fly to the GA headquarters, and tell the Nemoidian that you have located the area. I need you to take him here along with yourself. The Hunter may have some ideas, if you do not already have some, on how you can get them to the Valley of Death. I will be awaiting vigilantly for your arrival in a ship on the top of the valley, the ship shall be the place of our meeting." The screen began to fizz up and he bowed once more, "Sorry for this rather rude and abrupt instruction, but connection is not very strong hear, I l-" Whatever he was about to say next was cut off as the connection seemed to go fuzzy and then die altogether.
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