A long night

[Adron Malvern]

​On Bothawui, the day had long since come to an end, the final rays of sunshine were bled from the night sky as Adron sat in his office. In Drev'starn, the capitol of the Bothan homeworld, Adron had been seeing to his duties as the High Moff of the Bothawui system. Most of the business was standard paperwork and reviews that required a moment of analysis and a signature. The usually mild work load had grown in recent days, with Adron's dealings with the Dark Jedi Order, his training with Ra'a'mah, and building his own spy network the High Moff had been away for some time.

​Usually Adron would conduct most of his business in his office at home, yet for the past few days he had conducted most of his work in the Imperial Capitol building. Setting the stack of papers in front of him to the side, he turned his attention to t he datapad that had been sitting on his lap. The glorious thing about an Imperial system is that there was not usually much change, things had proceeded to move well in his absence.

​The soft shift of an opening door caused Adron to set his datapad on the table.

​"Sir. My men are ready to escort you home, if you are ready." A helmeted voice called out to Adron, causing him to check the time on his datapad. "Well, I suppose it's that time. Give me ten minutes, Lieutenant." The armored Novatrooper officer offered a militant nod of the head before making his way out of the room. "Yes, sir." ​As the soldier turned to leave out, Adron let out a brief exhale. There were things that he did not enjoy about being a member of the Moff council, one such thing was the regulation that stated he must be under guard at all times.

​Surely, it was a pain but one the Empire saw as necessary. Powering down his datapad, the man stood up, his eyes falling over a paper he had clutched in his hands as he made his way around the desk.

[member="Icarn Amonta"]

 

[Icarn Amonta]

In his years, Icarn had taken more jobs than he cared to remember. Of them, those of the more violent sort had a tendency to stick. They just happened to be what he excelled at, with much fewer steps to jump through. Just a simple get in and get out, worlds better than impersonation or other high-risk operations. Not to mention, jobs like this just seemed to be a bit more fun for the man.

Get in, get out, let others try and pick up the pieces. The chaos that ensued was a symphony Icarn held front row seats too. The creature of a man reveled in the entropy, making a guessing game of how his target's organization would recover from their loss. Would it take two men to account for the loss of one? Three? Or would they strike an accidental gold mine, the replacement working more in their favor than the dead guy ever would've. Better yet, would the entire group crumble to pieces? So many options, each with their own entertainment factor.

Icarn ran through potential scenarios that could follow this mission as he waited for the target. What form would he use this time? His usual? That of someone the target trusted? Maybe he'd treat this Moff to the horrors of his true form. No, he dismissed that idea about the moment it crossed his mind. No one was worth taking that form. Besides, he had better ideas.

The Moff wouldn't be the only one on his list tonight. All this work for just one man would've been a terrible bore. No, he'd toy with the official. Who knows, maybe the Empire's guards were worth their pay grade. Icarn was doing the Empire a favor here, finding out just what quality of troops they had. He started with the first one to show up on his mental radar, infiltrating the man's mind, conjuring images only this trooper would see, all with the intention to bring the man to him. Icarn would gladly make use of this guy's equipment if it meant getting in close to the others.

[member="Adron Malvern"]​