The Soldier
Location: Coruscant Lower Levels
Attire: Scoundrel Outfit
Equipment: Blaster Rifle, Beskad, several thermal detonators
Tag:
Valery Noble
Tarw blinked and Valery vanished from his vision. He had heard that it was possible for someone talented with the Force to do that but Tarw had never seen it in action. It was a strange experience since he didn't know if she was still around, whether she had done something else to get into the room. Tarw felt a little lost since he hadn't been told what to do or what Valery was doing to cover for her. All he had was she was gone for now and he could only hope that she would return soon. Standing by the door, Tarw figured the best spot to be was where Valery vanished, and act as a bodyguard. Ensuring no one else entered or left.
Once Valery entered the meeting room, she would see a dozen criminals surrounding a holo-table with a clear imperial commander at the head of the table. His thin moustache and greying blue hair demonstrated he was an old guard imperial, Chiss by race as well, as he moved his hands around the holo-table. His voice was strong, calculated and firm, his eyes were matching with a ruby red stone cold focus.
"You have been sloppy. We are going to draw the attention of the Jedi and their Alliance puppets." He growled to the criminal leaders, dismissive of them all as he pointed several coordinates. "We need to pull focus here. If we truly wish to undermine the Alliance's defences and ensure that when the empire rises once again, Coruscant will be gifted to them on a silver platter." The imperial commander spoke with assurance that there was going to be a return of the empire.
Gesturing to several members of the council, "I need you to start attacking these areas. I also need you three," gesturing to a trio, "to distract the Jedi forces with criminal activity over here."
"What about that Alliance soldier that was sniffing around?" One voice spoke up.
"Figure out a name and where he lives, then kill him. An accident. Burglary gone wrong. I don't care but we can't have people sniffing around too closely." The imperial commander growled.
Attire: Scoundrel Outfit
Equipment: Blaster Rifle, Beskad, several thermal detonators
Tag:
Valery Noble
Tarw blinked and Valery vanished from his vision. He had heard that it was possible for someone talented with the Force to do that but Tarw had never seen it in action. It was a strange experience since he didn't know if she was still around, whether she had done something else to get into the room. Tarw felt a little lost since he hadn't been told what to do or what Valery was doing to cover for her. All he had was she was gone for now and he could only hope that she would return soon. Standing by the door, Tarw figured the best spot to be was where Valery vanished, and act as a bodyguard. Ensuring no one else entered or left.
Once Valery entered the meeting room, she would see a dozen criminals surrounding a holo-table with a clear imperial commander at the head of the table. His thin moustache and greying blue hair demonstrated he was an old guard imperial, Chiss by race as well, as he moved his hands around the holo-table. His voice was strong, calculated and firm, his eyes were matching with a ruby red stone cold focus.
"You have been sloppy. We are going to draw the attention of the Jedi and their Alliance puppets." He growled to the criminal leaders, dismissive of them all as he pointed several coordinates. "We need to pull focus here. If we truly wish to undermine the Alliance's defences and ensure that when the empire rises once again, Coruscant will be gifted to them on a silver platter." The imperial commander spoke with assurance that there was going to be a return of the empire.
Gesturing to several members of the council, "I need you to start attacking these areas. I also need you three," gesturing to a trio, "to distract the Jedi forces with criminal activity over here."
"What about that Alliance soldier that was sniffing around?" One voice spoke up.
"Figure out a name and where he lives, then kill him. An accident. Burglary gone wrong. I don't care but we can't have people sniffing around too closely." The imperial commander growled.