His leg bounced with every second that passed, a drink in his hand as his eyes watched the city's skyline. Barbatos was half ecunemopolis and there was few worlds who could boast that same claim; trillions of people moving to and from the world every year, billions simply surviving in the confines of urban growth below, and the millions flying about in sky lane traffic even now. Despite them all, Maliphant held no interest in their mundane lives - nor was he even interested much in Barbatos at all; for now, he was only interested in the perception of his interest.
For weeks he had been making public overt calls to the planet, to its syndicates and corporations in a hope to draw out someone or something to speak to him. Other Sith, Mandalorians, perhaps even Jedi if they cared to come this far out into the Tingel Arm - but his focus was on drawing bigger and bigger fish. The Empire-In-Exile needed contacts - allies, enemies, tension; something to drive the galaxy into subservience without ever knowing it was walking on a slowly tapering path to their doom. It was his place to begin this, to help encourage it, to bring it all to fruition -
He only wished he didn't have to sit and wait as bait for the coming persons.
Maliphant swirled his drink once more as he called out to Cybele, his personal AI;
"Make an appointment at Club Jabba. I want VIP treatment, of course, but I want it public - make sure every information broker worth their salt knows where I'm, but don't make it too easy.", he intoned.
"Easy, but not easy. Got it.", the AI replied snarkily.
"You know, I'm really not sure why I ever programmed you with sass."
The AI simply giggled in its synthetic tones before letting Maliphant continue to drink.
