A single whisper towards creating a movement.

[Kenrath]

A movement. One created out of a singular idea. One that could only be whispered lest the movement be forever ruined. That was the purpose of the day. To create such a whisper. A whisper heard by a specific target. That target was one [member="Garlen Zorabos"] a man of age but one that none the less had earned a bit of a reputation.


Garlen's datapad regardless of where he was at that very moment would go off. It singled a new message would that contained only a single sentence and a set of coordinates.

"We have been watching you and we would like a word."

The coordinates provided would send him to Tattoonie. More specifically the very bottom level and farthest room from the entrance of a Hutts Palace. The Hutt was really nobody of any consequence in the grand scheme of things. However getting to the room would be no easy task. Garlen would have to kill his way in or some how convince the Hutt to give him access to the room.

Five minutes after the message was opened by Garlen if would automatically delete itself leaving no trace of it ever existing.

 

[Garlen Zorabos]

Garlen had been busy entertaining guests that day. By guests I mean prisoners and by entertaining I mean torturing. After all was said and done, He had gone back to his office to check on his datapad and see if any of his troops had found any more of Ord Bostadus's Rebels. His datapad had been hacked into and the only thing on the screen was a message. when Garlen opened it the message only had one sentence.

"We have been watching you and we would like a word."​ The message read.

Garlen was confused by this the odds of the Ord Bostadus palace's network of getting sliced into were slim to none, however here it was. he walked towards the doorway angrily almost crushing the datapad in his thick hands.

"BT-7249, Get this to the most experienced slicer we have on payroll, I want to know where this came from." He said to the Bostadian Clone Trooper who was guarding the Supreme Ruler's office.

Little less than five minutes later the clone trooper reported in that the message had mysteriously been erased, perhaps a ploy by the insurgents on the planet, a tactic to get inside the mans head, however Garlen was able to take down the coordinates it told him to go to Tatooine. A desert planet famous for the scum it held. Garlen looked out of the city as he thought of what the message could mean. The more that Garlen thought about the message, the less it made sense that it was rebels he was meeting. He again walked towards the doorway. Who could possibly be watching the Supreme ruler of Ord Bostadus?

"BT-7249, Prepare three squadrons of troopers we're going to these coordinates on Tatooine." He commanded as the trooper gave him a salute and went on his way. Whatever it was, Garlen was going to take care of it.

[member="Voice of Shadows"]

 

[Kenrath]

No other messages would be sent to Garlen. It was if the message had never existed to begin with. So the question remained what waited for the self professed Emperor when he got to the Hutt's Palace. Other than room after room of guards, thugs, and mercenaries who would have no clue what he was talking about even if he mentioned the message. That was of course working under the assumption they would hesitate long enough to ask questions or let him ask questions before opening fire. An idea that was highly unlikely.

The communications blackout would last until Garlen got to the very specific room he had been instructed to come to. Then the fun and flurry of activity would begin.

[member="Garlen Zorabos"]