Thu Apr 05, 2012 1:25 pm by Reverance
[i:r5gn1b7u][size=150:r5gn1b7u]~The Hallway and Hangar~[/size:r5gn1b7u][/i:r5gn1b7u]
[action:r5gn1b7u]Reverance walked quickly out of the combat arena, Baldur in stride behind him. Reverance held his hands behind his back, the war torn robe decorated with some holes, though they were not obvious to the naked eye as they matched his underclothes. In the appropriate lighting, he would even appear to be well dressed. The fact of the matter is that he was haggard, his armor a motley of colors and blemished on every other piece. His face was torn by war and the digestive notions of a sarlac pit to which his arm still bears the scars, making slight divots in the once perfect tribal symbols. He had also taken to shaving only partially, seeing no reason that his facial hair couldn't grow out in the places he found acceptable.[/action:r5gn1b7u]
[quote="Baldur":r5gn1b7u][i:r5gn1b7u]├óÔé¼┼ôIs it fine that I go before them dressed as such? I am not one for high fashion, nor even class. I've spent the last three years in a tomb. I've spent the last few days on a ship before killing the sworn men of my family. Still, I would not be made a fool before your associates and my superiors. I look forward to this meeting.├óÔé¼┬Ø[/i:r5gn1b7u][/quote:r5gn1b7u]
[action:r5gn1b7u]Reverance smiled as they turned the corner into the hangar and approached the prototype ship. Inside, Baldur would be greeted by the helmsman Reverance affectionately named Stud, likely due to the stutter of speech when nervous. In the ship, there would be a room with a bed and bathroom where Baldur could take the time to get cleaned up. Along with this, there was an assortment of outfits to match the user, along with sizes and purposes, and several jackets of different styles, each with the symbol of Reverance's rank hidden on the interior of the lapel. Reverance motioned to Baldur to head towards the ship, giving him a bit of time to get cleaned up.[/action:r5gn1b7u]
"Make it quick, we need to be moving along."
[action:r5gn1b7u]He appreciated his apprentices careful attention to detail. It was an aspect he didn't share, but that is likely because he didn't necessarily share the same notions of inferiority. Reverance had been a Sith Sovereign before, holding much power and prestige, and the effects of impending superiority from others weighed little on his shoulders. But it was good for Baldur to feel such things, Reverance respected the capacity to be humble from the dark jedi turned sith. It spoke a great deal to his character. As Baldur would make his way out of the ship, Reverance began his fast pace once more. He spoke through the force, shielding themselves from the prying eyes and ears of those in the Empire who would wish to anticipate or even thwart the plans of the Wrath and his apprentice.[/action:r5gn1b7u]
[force_speak:r5gn1b7u]HEX missile is a colloquialism for Trihexalon, a biological weapon. We will use a variant of the product in the form of an experimental compound used to target agricultural crops. In doing so, we will destroy entire cities with the initial blast of the nuclear weapons and the skies will bleed a green powder, destroying their chances of regrowth.[/force_speak:r5gn1b7u]
[i:r5gn1b7u][size=150:r5gn1b7u]~Imperial Intelligence Office~[/size:r5gn1b7u][/i:r5gn1b7u]
[action:r5gn1b7u]As he turned a corner, his steps tapping against the laminated hard flooring, his hand brushed the wall as if feeling for something. He did not expect the division to be labeled with any sense of visual description and even the entrance way would be inconspicuous. But he had sensed the presence he felt since arriving at the location, the throb of ice cold chill across his bare chest under the armor. He smiled as he stopped in front of the door. Quickly swinging the door open, he walked through a makeshift hallway that appeared simple in nature with black metal flooring and steel grey walls and ceiling. The room had seating, uncomfortable at best, and very little in terms of decor. At the back of the hallway was a young woman sitting at a metallic desk, a large door off the right and behind her. It was as if the desk had been crammed into the corner to allow more room for the door itself, the true object and center of the passageway. Reverance quickly walked forward to the desk and leaned over to speak to the woman.[/action:r5gn1b7u]
"I need to speak with the Minister of Intelligence, Lord Sinistra."
[action:r5gn1b7u]The young woman hardly glanced away from the council before turning back to the dimly lit holoprojected screen.[/action:r5gn1b7u]
[npc name=Young Woman:r5gn1b7u]I'm sorry sir, but she is extremely busy and had told me to allow seating and she will be with you momentarily.[/npc:r5gn1b7u][action:r5gn1b7u]She motioned to [color=#FF40FF:r5gn1b7u]Anto[/color:r5gn1b7u], sitting in the waiting area quietly.[/action:r5gn1b7u]
[action:r5gn1b7u]Reverance leaned further forward and turned his head to look upon the man in front of the line. He smiled and turned back to the young woman.[/action:r5gn1b7u]
"I assumed that would be the case."[action:r5gn1b7u]He paused and pulled a small data pad from his pocket and began quickly typing on it. After a few moments had passed, he set it down in front of the woman and slid it forward to break her concentration from the screen once more.[/action:r5gn1b7u] "Please give this to her when she sees to this gentlemen and his issues. I would greatly appreciate it."
[npc name=Young Woman:r5gn1b7u]Yes sir, I will try to remember.[/npc:r5gn1b7u]
"No, you will have it to her or the next time I come, I will insist on speaking to her directly. We are old friends, you see, and I'd hate to see her upset with you. It's my understanding that there is an abundance of young individuals who could man the desk just as yourself."
[action:r5gn1b7u]Reverance glimpsed the fleeting passage of fear on the girls eyes, no longer fixated on the screen. They were fixed on his crimson glare, arterial red brightly lit by the rooms overhead fluorescence. She nodded nervously.[/action:r5gn1b7u]
[npc name=Young Woman:r5gn1b7u]Yes sir, I will have it to her as soon as she is available.[/npc:r5gn1b7u]
"Good..."[action:r5gn1b7u]Reverance stated authoritatively as he backed away from the desk and turned in the same motion, clapping his apprentice on the shoulder.[/action:r5gn1b7u] "Come, Baldur, let us continue our tour of these fine facilities."
[action:r5gn1b7u]With that, he pushed open the obscure front doors and walked steadily out, on his way to the courtyard to find him the daughter and an old friend. He knew well enough that she had been given a position of authority and similarly, he knew the identity and the appearance of the other. Whether they were to guide him or he guide them, he did not know. However, he realized the unstable nature of Kegan and despite what the Emperor may have anticipated, Reverance would need to try and keep her occupied.[/action:r5gn1b7u]
[size=150:r5gn1b7u]~On the Datapad~[/size:r5gn1b7u]
[action:r5gn1b7u]The contents of the datapad were locked and encrypted, only breakable through the input of a code word. Three attempts would be allowed before the datapad would short fuse and destroy the contents of the manuscript. The following was the hint to the code: [b:r5gn1b7u]What was your name before you were Lord Sinistra?[/b:r5gn1b7u] The following were the contents of the message written upon the datapad.[/action:r5gn1b7u]
[code:r5gn1b7u]To the Minister of Intelligence,
I realize I should have come in to speak with you on the matters of the past, particularly of Lianna. However, now is the not the time for that discussion. Your place seems to be locked down pretty tight. Nothing I couldn't get through but I'd prefer to let the paint dry before I bust down the walls. I assume you are particularly busy so I will keep this short. I intend to attack Garqi as a mission for resource reclamation and retribution against the Jedi. I will be taking my apprentice and another, perhaps more, on a special ops mission with the utilities provided by the Science Minister. We will burn a whole in the side of the planet. I have been given a direct edict from the Emperor. While I may be his executioner, I am also his servant, to complete the task that others can not.
All information on armaments and coded talk will be sent directly to you. We will find time, soon, to speak.
Yours,
Reverance[/code:r5gn1b7u]