Two Night Raptors, how had he not seen this coming. Both Darth Vexatus and Tasha’Vel, one had stated spewing doomsday prophecy about a ritual that needs to be completed to save the Clan, the later joining the upstart Rollmaster after he started having visions about a possible threat to the Clan. Plus learning that his own Master had sided with the Rollmaster almost had him questioning his choice of which side he should have been on. No, his was the correct choice, the only choice to be made. But having someone this close to him side with someone else had caused him to doubt himself as a leader and had him questioning the different philosophies of each group. This caused him to seek out the Consul and voiced his concern about his Battleteam members choices. In the end, Locke had told him to continue proving his loyalty, and help retrieve the shards for him. But he needed answers, one he knew he would never get them from, but Tasha should be able to give him the answers that he sought.

After the Conclave, where everyone had made their choices, he had looked for his Battleteam Sergeant, but was unable to before she left with the rest of Marcus’ group. He knew Vexatus would eventually make an appearance, but since he had had very little dealings with him since his assignment to the Night Raptors he knew little of what he was thinking. But he knew Tasha and he knew her past, and knew that in-fighting within the Clan was something that would trouble her deeply. Loyalty runs deep in her mind, and while he knew that she would do most anything to protect the Clan, her loyalty to her Master ran deeper.

He had hoped that he would have been afforded the chance to talk with her before they met on the battle field. A vain hope as when he was finally able to catch up with her, she had been knocked unconscious after she had had a violent Force encounter with a shard-wielding Bentre. He didn’t know what had happened leading up to that point, but he had felt the effects of that Force push. After he had picked himself up off the ground, he had told his commando team to secure the other figure while he attended to Tasha. She was right there, and he had so many questions he wanted to ask her, but he knew that he would not have time to as he sensed someone drawing near. A Jedi presence, that had to be Sang.

He was still thinking about all this when his wrist controller started chirping at him. Why would there be something wrong with the retrieval sphere? It was at that same moment that his Master came leaping over the boulder, where he had placed the shard holding sphere, and incapacitated his Shadow Commandos. Well, now this is different, Armad had thought as he watched his Master not kill any of them. Damn his Master for being able to get near him without him knowing, a curse of being around his Master so much during his training.

So many questions he needed answered, but it seemed that Macron did not want to talk, as he was barreling toward Armad with the intent of challenging his Apprentice once again in combat. As his Master was bearing down on him, he sensed that the shard was secured in a container on Macron’s belt. Gah, why did his Master always have to make things difficult for him. Pulling heavily on the Force, Armad conjured the image of his Master’s sister, Anaxela, and had her appear to stand in my place. Able to barely dodge the enraged attack, Armad was able to slice open the container, retrieve it with the sphere and send it back towards the waiting shuttle. As Armad saw a whitish puff emanating from his Master's armor, the only think he could think of was “You bastard!” And as he fell into unconsciousness, he was deeply angered that his questions wouldn't get answered and that he'd have to wait to ask them.

Manually added by SWL Xen'Mordin Vismorsus-Palpatine

Before the War, Armad had heard rumors that there might be a group of Wookiees living somewhere within the forests of Sepros. Not being able to follow up on this, if the information were true, he left it alone until such a time that he could devote the time to look into it. The War was now over, and the Brotherhood and Clan were enjoying the quiet to rebuild and restructure.
Returning to his self proclaimed lair on Level 9, Armad went to the maintenance office he’d found the first time and found that the ASP droids he’d left to clean, organize and catalog the level had cleaned the office as well. Armad also found two datapads lying on the desk, one was the one he’d left behind when the call to War went out, the other was new and upon turning it on, he saw that is was an inventory list of everything from this level. While looking over the list, he saw that he had a sizable amount of protocol droids, some with notations stating that they had damage consistent with lightsabers, which caused him to chuckle. “Wonder if I could possibly do something about that.” Armad thought, but that is something that would definitely have to wait for a later time.
A sudden realization dawned on Armad, if there happened to be any Wookiees, they would probably have no trouble understanding him, but he wouldn’t be able to understand them. Calling on of the ASPs over to him, he had it go retrieve one of the protocol droid heads and bring it to him. Putting down the inventory datapad, Armad picked up his personal cypher datapad and walked over to his spliced together creation of a Dark Trooper droid and a Krath War Droid. He knew that he would need the language software of the protocol droid to communicate with the Wookiees, but he also wanted to keep the assassin droid software in case things went badly. The ASP returned with a female protocol droid head, and he thought to himself that this would make an interesting droid to have as female. Connecting his datapad to the protocol head, he downloaded the language and personality software, then plugged his pad into the Dark Trooper head. Finding his way into the root directory, he replaced the personality software, but made sure that the assassin protocols remained intact. Copying the language software into the droid brain, he looked to see what the designator was for this droid, seeing that it was just a string of numbers, he decided to erase that portion and added his own since he was essentially creating his own droid. Thinking about it for a second, he came up with just the simple KD1, for Krath Droid 1, the first of its kind.
With “Kadee” completed, for now, it was time to make our way to Sepros from Gamuslag’s Cenota Facility. Arriving at the Temple of Sorrow, Armad and his droid made their way by speeder to the outer edge of where the Wookiees are believed to be. They had been walking for about an hour when Armad sensed an imminent threat to him just moments before energy bolt lanced out of the forest towards him, giving him the barest of seconds to duck out of their path. “Backtrack where that came from!” Armad shouted, as he stood back up pulling his lightsaber off his belt but leaving it deactivated for the moment.
Drawing the Force in around him, Armad could feel that the surrounding area was teeming with life, making it difficult to sense where his assailants were located. Though, he knew which direction the shots came from, he was more worried about if there were other waiting in ambush as well. Kadee stood unmoving facing the direction that the shots had come from, Armad knew that she would not do anything until she was told to, he made sure that of that when he was adjusting her programming earlier that he wanted this to be a diplomatic mission more than a killing spree. Long moments had passed before Armad heard a low rumble, presumably Shyriiwook, come from the direction that the shots had originated.
“They ask who we are and why we are encroaching on their territory?” Kadee translated, without turning towards her creator.
“We come in the interest of friendship. We wish to extend a hand in mutual alliance. We wish you no harm!” Armad loudly exclaimed, turning full circle, addressing any who were in ear shot. For the next few minutes he could hear a very quiet low rumbling, but Kadee only shook her head no when Armad turned towards her for a translation. The moment was broken when three Wookiees, from different directions, burst from their hiding spots, charging forward each with Ryyk blades in hand. The roar that followed was deafening, and seemed to come from everywhere at once.
“Deceit, lies, and death are what you bring filthy Sith.” Kadee deadpanned, though Armad guessed that there was much more emotion than what the droid could convey. Armad took stock at what he was facing, three Wookiees were barreling down on him with Ryyk blades, and just as they were about to them, the shooter stepped out from behind a tree and fired off a shot from his bowcaster. Knowing that there was a shot coming at him, he activated his lightsaber and raised it to deflect the bolt of energy coming at him, when he felt a feeling that there was something else coming at him from behind and to his left. He spun backwards to right, keeping his blade in line to block the bolt, as he redirected the shot into a nearby tree, he saw two more bolts of energy shoot past him, through the spot that he had been in just moments before.
“Defend, no kill!” he commanded Kadee, just the briefest of second before a ryyk blade almost severed her head. She was able to get the phrik blade up in time with the speed only a droid could perform. Quickly turning his head to see where those other shots came from, Armad saw two more Wookiees with bowcasters aiming at him. Feeling imminent danger, Armad ducked, barely missing the blade by millimeters as the Wookiee performed a power swing meant to remove his head. Not expecting the miss the Wookiee continued the spin to build up momentum to try again, but Armad wasn’t going to let that happen. Building up some Force energy, Armad released it at the Wookiee, giving him a short burst of electricity. Not enough to do any damage, but it was enough that it surprised it, making the Wookiee stumble. It was enough that it managed to take that Wookiee out of the fight for a brief moment. Armad had to quickly swing his blade in front of his body to deflect another bowcaster bolt, then spun out of the way as the third charging Wookiee tried to spear him with his sword. The Wookiee had been at full speed and as such was still trying to slow down and turn to face Armad, when he gave it a hard shove with the Force, making it tumble to the ground.
Armad risked a quick look to see how Kadee was faring, and was surprised to see that she was still intact and just blocking any and all blows that the Wookiee was throwing at her. Turning back to the two Wookiees that were now back on their feet, both looked very angry, as they gave out a vicious battle cry. Both of them looked at each other and moved to circle around Armad to attack from two different angles. Stopping to either side of Armad, they gave a feral sneer and poised to attack. Armad smirked, “If we must,” he sighed.
Neither of them responded to the taunt, they just jumped forward each coming in with slashes, probably thinking to give him no escape. Armad quickly moved forward with the a speed that would be considered impossible, and both Ryyk blades sliced through empty air, but the Wookiee that had been to his left was able to follow through and continue his attack on Armad. Spinning around he brought his lightsaber up in what would normally be a block against the blade, but instead Armads blade sliced cleanly through the Ryyk blade. During that brief moment that the Wookiee was surprised at the loss of his weapon, Armad delivered another quick burst of electricity to give that Wookiee another distraction. Armad pointed his lightsaber at the other Wookiee as a warning, but it ignored the obvious warning and took a step forward to continue his assault when a very deep, commanding roar filled the area where they were. All three of the closest Wookiees stopped in their tracks.
“He had yelled stop.” Kadee translated. Armad looked to where the command had come from. Standing just inside the clearing where the fighting had taken place was a larger Wookiee with streaks of white in his fur. The three shooter Wookiees were standing behind him looking sullen, he had wondered why there were no more shots being fired at him. The three melee Wookiees turned and walked to stand before the Elder Wookiee, a lot of low rumbling took place with the Elder presumably berating them and the others trying to defend themselves.
Deactivating his lightsaber, Armad stood patiently waiting for the outcome, “Are they saying anything that I need to know?” He asked Kadee as she walked up beside him.
“Not really, the Elder is berating them for being rash, and the others are trying to defend themselves.” Kadee summarized. Clipping his lightsaber back on his belt, Armad folded his hands behind his back and waited. Their conversation ended with the melee Wookiees dropping their heads and shoulders in defeat and moving to stand behind the Elder Wookiee. Who gave a series of rumbles directed at Armad.
“He wishes to know our side of the story.” Kadee translated.
“Esteemed Elder, we had heard rumors that there was a community of Wookiees living within these woods and I was sent to offer Clan Naga Sadows’ hand in friendship and hopefully mutual alliance.” Armad stated, opening his hands wide as a gesture of good faith. “I had said as much when your youth attacked and I defended myself. I’m guessing that you’ve had bad dealings with Sith in your past and that’s why they attacked. But I’m hoping that my not killing any of them as a sign of good faith.”
The Elder gave a nod of acceptance, and gave some more rumbling which Kadee translated as, “He says that he will bring this before their Council and asks how they would go about letting us know of their decision.”
“Take this comlink, it will put you in contact with Kadee here, and she will let you know about what our next steps will be.” Armad says as he tosses a comlink to the Elder Wookiee. Catching the comlink, the Elder Wookiee nods in agreement and turns to shepard his charges back into the woods, and they disappear after a few moments. Armad turns and heads back to their speeder to make their way back to Consul Locke and give his report.

This was not right, I am Jedi, I should know better. Anger is something that I've learned to never let control me. But it was extremely difficult at the moment. I have felt anger before, it was part of my training. To recognize what it was and it’s allure to the dark side, something I’d want to watch out for. This was beginning to feel right and it was scaring me, but I was having trouble controlling it. My trip in to Dreshdae was frustrating, I tried to meditate to clear my thoughts and calm myself. That was proving difficult as every time that I closed my eyes and started to focus, my mind would drift back to the death of my sister. That would cause my anger to well up at Darth Necren and that Nephilim. After arriving at the small landing port just outside town, I had made my way into town to begin my search for Connor Grey, a rogue, arms dealer, relic hunter, and a liar and cheat. Though while he was not responsible for the death of my sister, he was the catalyst that lead to her death.
Having been in town before on numerous occasions, I decided to don an inconspicuous outfit. I call them my I-don’t-want-to-be-recognized clothes. The consisted of a pair of rugged brown pants with extra pockets added to the thighs to keep my lightsaber in. A button up blue long-sleeved shirt that I leave untucked. A simple black vest with only the bottom button fastened. I had decided to start with The Drunk Side, the local cantina that had survived for a few centuries, numerous owners, and several wars. This place was the place to learn anything about what is going on. If I knew Connor at all, he would be here learning what he could about any new relics that might have been uncovered in recent days. The road from the landing pads to the cantina was once an empty road with a few signs hanging. Now it seems that every buildings doorway had a sign above it, selling something. Between every other doorway there had popped up an outdoor stand that was selling souvenirs and replica relics of all kinds. Normally, there would be few to a couple dozen beings along this street visiting the shops and making deals of one kind or another. Now there seemed like there was hundreds crammed onto this street, buying, selling, making deals or just looking at the various wares.
Knowing that there will be dark jedi or all kinds, and maybe a Jedi or two, I decided to put up my Force Cloak to hide my presence to a degree to move about unnoticed. As I tried to focus to apply the Force Cloak, I felt blocked and couldn't focus completely. It felt just like the trip in, where it was difficult to meditate, and my anger would well up at the thought of Necren or the Nephilim. But even a partial Force Cloak was better than nothing. I was about to the cantina when I saw him coming out, because of his unique look, he is fairly easy to spot or follow. I continue walking past him and the cantina as though I’m going to a shop on the other side. I walk past him as he’s lighting another cigarette, and anger surges through me that my Force Cloak works a little too well and I bump into someone who should have been able to easily avoid me, had he seen me. Surprised at the action, my grasp of the Force faltered and my Force Cloak dropped, the person that I had bumped into had already recovered and was on his way. Not wanting to draw any more attention to myself, I acted like nothing was out of the ordinary and continued on my way away from Connor, hoping that he didn't see what had happened.
I had walked about two buildings from the cantina, stopping to lean against a wall to recover from that near ordeal. Taking a few breaths, I tried to calm myself to degree, and thought on the events that had happened, and realized that if I didn't get a handle on my anger then this would not go as planned. Finally getting myself somewhat calmed, I managed to get my Force Cloak up again, and turned back in the direction that Connor had gone. Walking past the cantina again, I get a strong danger sense. I take a quick look around to see if I could identify it, but don’t readily see anything that would give me pause. About three buildings further up, I see him coming out of the next building across the street so I slow down to stay behind him and see what he was doing. I continue to shadow him for another two buildings, while he was looking over the merchandise of an outside vendor, when I had that same danger sense I had back at the cantina, but this time it was stronger and somewhat focused. Feeling panicked, but not wanting to reveal myself, I casually scan the area to see if any being was paying extra attention in my direction.
That is when I saw him, the Nephilim, his armor very distinctive against the normal attire of those around him. He had his helmet off, for reasons only known to him, never seen one without their helmet on. A hard gaze from a seemingly harder face, leering at those nearest him. He probably forgot that everyone could see his face, as people quickly averted their eyes and gave him as much of a wide berth that they could on this semi-crowded street. I quickly scan the beings around him to see if Necren was in the area as well. And she was, turning out of a doorway to look over some relic merchandise for sale. Knowing that if I let myself panic while my anger seemed to be building, I would not be able to maintain my Force Cloak, and send up a nice big flare. Looking back at Connor, I see that he was still perusing at a relic stand. Either he was oblivious to Necren and the Nephilim or he knew they were there and didn't want to let on. Probably the latter as he was like that, seeming like he had no idea, but knowing all along. Realizing that time was now of the essence, I was going to have to hurry things along, and I hate rushing things, takes a lot of the fun out of it.
Trying to figure out how to get him someplace a little private so I could employ a little seduction to get information on the whereabouts of the actual writings. I see my opportunity when he moved on from the relic stand and entered the next building down. Taking a breath and putting on a smile, I follow him into the building, dropping the Force Cloak in the process, no need to alarm him just yet. “Connor my sweet, where have you been, I've been looking for you all over.” I say to him as I come up behind him, wrapping my arms around his chest, giving a slightly intimate hug. He had tensed when I hugged him, but was relaxing now that he had heard my voice. I could feel his excitement at me arrival, he always did like to see who could outdo the other whenever we all got together. I release him from my embrace when I feel him start to turn around.
“Well, hello,” he stammers when he sees that I am dressed in the complete opposite of my normal attire. He takes a moment to look me over, so I give him a little flirtatious pose. “That ‘s a new look for you, I like it.” He comments with a smile. “Gives you that adventurous look.” I always like to see him smile, but this time there was something missing, something off about him that I couldn't place. His cigarette, he wasn't smoking one at the moment, he must have tossed it just before entering. Looking over my head towards the door, he asks, “Where is your sister, didn't think the two of you strayed too far from each other?”
Killed at the hand of Necren! My thoughts screamed, betraying me at a most inconvenient time. I must have lost it for a moment, because the next thing I remember is hearing nearby objects settling back in place and Connor looking at me with a very concerned face. Anxiety and concern radiated from him through the Force, and I could feel that he had created a Barrier for some reason. “What happened?” he asked, his tone that of worried concern. “Something bad happened didn't it? Your whole Force presence has changed, it almost seems as if…” He looks me straight in the eyes as if he was looking for something. I can feel him probing me with the Force, and I’m able to block him at first, but my emotions and focus are unstable and all over the place, and he is able to break past them with ease. “Tell me what happened.”
Taking a deep breath to keep myself from losing control, I recap the story of this dreadful day. “We had heard that Lord Cotelin was seeking ancient writings on the Rite of Immortality. We thought that if we were able to attain these writings, we would gain favor with him. So we came here to learn the whereabouts of these writings, or who might have them. Nalia set up in the cantina while I donned these clothes and started making discreet inquiries into any information on the writings. We had spent about half a day listening and asking questions, Nalia learned that there had been one that had returned from the Valley of the Dark Lords with the writings and was seeking to sell them to whoever wants them the most. I had learned that there was a blonde male in a brown coat that was making inquiries if there were any beings that might be interested in the writings if they were found. We gathered that this person might be you, and that when we came to you earlier asking after the writings. You insinuated that you had them, then led us to believe that someone else had them, leaving us confused and certain that they had been found and were in town somewhere. Assuming that you had them and was looking to sell them to one of the three sides in the civil war that had currently gripped the Dark Jedi Brotherhood. We had heard that there was a strong ally of Lord Cotelin located at the old Academy, we sought them out to give what we had learned in exchange for returning to the fold.” The entire time that I was telling the story, I could feel my anger and hatred rising to the surface. Connors expression never once changed, but I could feel surprise, concern, and interest in me as I continued to talk. “What we got was captured by a Nephilim, and brought before Darth Necren. Nalia was knocked unconscious from a butt-stroke to the back of the head, then beheaded by Necren, as I was being dragged out of the Academy and ordered to find the writings or suffer the same fate as my sister. I need those writings, Connor, please tell me you have them or know who does.” I pleaded to Connor, intense sadness threatening to overwhelm me.
When I had finished, his expression changed to one of concern. “I’m sorry my dear, but that was what I've been doing since I returned from the Valley earlier. I was at the Tomb of Marka Ragnos, where a lot of ancient runes and writings could be found, but I did not have the knowledge to read or understand them. Plus there were three Krath Pontifices and a small group from Clan Naga Sadow there guarding them, and they wouldn't let me take anything. So when I arrived back in town, I heard that someone claiming to be me was spreading word around that I had the writings and was looking to sell them to one of the civil war factions. I've been trying to find this person and working to repair any damage he has done in my name.” He concluded, his face taking on a very dark tone when he inferred that someone could have had the audacity to impersonate him and ruin his image.
I didn't know that one’s heart could be crushed further than from losing a twin who had been murdered in front of you. It felt as though my whole world was falling apart. All I had now was my love and affection for my friends, and my anger and hatred for Darth Necren and that Nephilim. I was not going to allow A’lora and Liam to meet the same fate as Nalia. Even if that meant falling to the dark side. I knew that I only had two choices in the matter. To stay and continue to search for the possible non-existent writings and run the risk of incurring the wrath of Necren and endangering myself and my friends. Or escaping, warning A’lora and Liam of Nalia’s fate and the threat by Darth Necren, and getting stronger to take down Necren for what she did to my sister. Only the later made sense, disappearing and plotting my revenge. I was certain that I could get A’lora and Liam to help me. Yes, I am starting to see the beginnings of a beautiful scheme to bring down the Nephilim and Darth Necren for killing my sister.
Looking up at Connor, who looked taken aback at what probably seemed like a drastic change in my demeanor and Force presence, I raised up on my toes and kissed him on his right cheek. “Thank you love, there’s something that I must do now. Undeniably we will meet again, until then my sweet.” I say to him, then turn and give him a very flirtatious wave goodbye. Feeling more confident with each step, I give Connor one last parting gift, I use my new found confidence to add a little sway to my hips as I saunter through the door. Just before I pass out of earshot I hear Connor intone, “The power of the dark side……”, and I was out in the street and couldn't hear what else he might have said. Putting up a Force Cloak, I looked to my left to see if Necren or the Nephilim were still there, I don’t see Necren, but I find the Nephilim leaning up against a building a couple of buildings down on the other side of the street. He must have seen my enter and decided, or was told, to remain and see if I would do as I was told. Boy, was he going to be disappointed, as I warmly smile at him and step out and meld into the flow of the crowd, headed towards the landing pads.

With the city of Seng Karash on Aeotheran finally under The Orian Assembly’s control and the Orian Authority in place to keep the peace, we are looking to regroup and resupply our near depleted supplies. To this end, the Orian Assembly had tasked me with making use of my contacts within Merr-Sonn to acquire new munitions. I saw this as a decent idea as, I company that I am currently the CEO of, is the main security company for many of the upper levels of Umbaran society.
After delivering OP Roxas to the medical facility that was set up in Seng Karash, the Assembly informed me of my mission and that it would be prudent to leave immediately, before anymore skirmishes started with our already low supplies. Not wanting to incur the ire of the Assembly, I left on the first transport up to the “Covenant” where I got myself cleaned up and made arrangements to meet with my supplier at their closest manufacturing facilities. Donning my formal attire, complete with my DD6 blaster pistol and my Fire Whip, I acquired the first readily available ship that would suit my needs for this mission.
Making a fairly smooth landing at the manufacturing plant, I was greeted by my suppliers aide, Criax Strax, who escorted me to Garala Horain’s office. Enroute to her office, I subtly influenced the aide to lead me through several of the delivery staging areas before he took me to his bosses office. Entering into the outer office, the aide moved to his desk before checking his console, I saw him press a button underneath his side of the desk, presumably to announce to her that there was someone out here to see her. About a minute later, while Criax was looking over a couple of datapads, I heard a click at the doors to Garala’s office, Criax moved over to the doors, and opened them motioning for me to enter. Nodding to him as I pass, I cross the office, stopping in front of her desk. Looking back behind me at the closed doors, I ask Garala, “Another new one?”, turning back to look at her skeptically. She waved my comment away, and gestures for me to sit.
“Rosh, was caught talking to my competitors, he had to go. Loyal aides are hard to come by.” Garala stated as she sat down in her oversized plush chair.
Smirking and holding my hands out to the in front of me in a giving gesture, I say, “If you would just take me up on my offer to send you someone from my company, you wouldn’t have any loyalty issues.”
“Bah, whose loyalty would that person have? Mine? Yours?” She scoffed at me smiling. “You just want someone on my staff that can give you some inside leverage. I know you corporate types, always looking for an edge.” I feign ignorance to what she says, but smile because it is partially true. “Now, lets get down to what you are needing? Your message said something about needing supplies for a different company?” She said while looking at her datapad, then looking up at me quizzically.
“Yes, the Orian Authority. A newly formed law enforcement agency in the Orian System. I have been contracted to get a munitions and armor supply line set up for this new force. As of right now, the order that we are looking at is fairly small for this new agency, but I and they are certain that those numbers will increase as time goes.”
“I see.” Garala says with a frown forming. “I know who controls this Orian Authority.” She pauses, looking me over with far more scrutiny than I like. “Are you of those that control this Authority?” She asks, I don’t see her hands, no doubt that they are on a panic button under her desk.
“Me? A Sith? No, no, I’m just the head of the company that they’ve used dealt with before and knew that I could help them get what they want. Plus they are paying me handsomely for this.” I reply calmly so I don’t reveal anything to her of who I truly am, let her think that I’m just the middleman on this. I met her scrutinous gaze evenly, forcing the urge to us the Force to influence her that I’m not who she thinks I am. Even going so far as to suppress my Force presence just in case.
“You know, I would normally push this further, but I’ve been dealing with you for a while, and you shown nothing that would make me question you now.” Her hands come back up from under the table and grab her datapad to take notes or receive a file. “What supplies are they needing?”
“Anti-Riot Tangle Gun’s, Merr-Sonn Stun Batons, KZZ Riot Armor, G-20 Glop Grenades, and SG-4 Blaster Rifles. 200 each for starters, except the Glop Grenades, they are wanting 400.” I recited from memory. With each product name she was making notations on her datapad with a straight face, but when I told her the numbers, her eyebrows raised in shock disbelief.
“That’s a lot for a police force? And you said this was just the first shipment?” I nodded yes. Wow, I saw her mouth. “How are we setting up payment and delivery?”
“They’ve assured me that the funds would be transferred to one of my companies accounts that I’ve set up specifically for this on Umbara. As for the delivery of the equipment, we are having it shipped to my companies training grounds and they will send someone to pick it up.” She made a few more notes on her datapad before setting it down.
“Done, now that we’ve got that done. Is there anything else that you need. I was informed that you made your way through some of our staging areas before coming here. That’s not the way that Criax was supposed to take you. Anything you would like to tell me?”
Not missing a beat after she finished, and before her hand made it under that desk to her panic button. “Nah, you know us Umbarans, we’re able to influence those around us, though sadly it’s never worked with you. I was just curious about your operations here, nothing more.” I said giving her a small smile.
“Good, if there is nothing else, Criax will show you back to you ship.” At that moment, the doors to her office opened and Criax was standing there waiting to escort me to my transport. Thanking Garala, we left her office and made the normal way back to my ship in silence. At my ship, Criax said his little company pitch to leaving customers, said his farewells as I walked up the ramp. Once the ramp was closed, we took off, and just before we entered hyperspace back to the Covenant, I sent the Assembly a short message. It is done.