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Kinthar was asleep. It was during these wee hours in the morning that Cyril chose to contact the Prime Minister. He trusted the woman more than he trusted many of his counterparts, and she was the elected leader of the Republic after all. For a time, he'd served her adviser and protector. It was only right that he spoke to her directly on these matters.
He secured a holocomm in the center of the cell's underground hideaway. Everyone else was either dozing off or out for drinks. He had a good half hour time to send a message.
Clad in full Jedi Robes, a brown hood drawn over his face, he keyed in the comm to a nearby satellite. The signal was then boosted, and transmitted directly to 'ol Gen's holocomm. It displayed his signature so that the woman would actually bother to pick it up.
"Come on Gen, pick up."
He secured a holocomm in the center of the cell's underground hideaway. Everyone else was either dozing off or out for drinks. He had a good half hour time to send a message.
Clad in full Jedi Robes, a brown hood drawn over his face, he keyed in the comm to a nearby satellite. The signal was then boosted, and transmitted directly to 'ol Gen's holocomm. It displayed his signature so that the woman would actually bother to pick it up.
"Come on Gen, pick up."