Ardgal instinctively gripped his
hand cannon concealed bellow the trench coat when he heard the knock at the door. Through the filth that seemed to be embeded in this building, he could smell Bloodborn's scent on the other side of the door. Every being had one, but those like Ardgal who had an enhanced sense of smell could detect it. Most beings underestimated their nose and overestimated their eyes. Now there was something to add to his lectures for the new cadets with the next army he trained.
The man gripped the knob for the aged wooden door that served as this room's entrance. He swung the thing open and greeted Bloodborn with a nod, "Good to see you."
Of course Ardgal checked the hall to make sure no one had followed him and that there was no one else to listen in on their conversation. When the door was closed, the room was dark again, totally dark, except for the dim lighting coming from the monitors on the desk. The warrior crossed his arms in the darkness, "I'm glad you came, what we are after requires the upmost
delicateness in dealing with this."
Trust. That was what this was about. The man needed someone with this job that he could trust. Bloodborn had proven himself time and time again, and the man knew he could count on him here to help in gaining what he was after. And when they had it, Ardgal knew they would be a step closer to an asset that was more than worth its weight in gold.
"I have had a pet project for a long time," Ardgal began, "Growing up, I had a friend who was a Zabrak, he was a deep fan of this historical figure--
Darth Maul. Some speculate the existence of this and if so, to what degree he existed, what he did, and so on. He is something of a legend, really. But one thing that struck me deeper than anything else was this man's ship. It's name--" even now he wasn't sure he could say it. There could be listening devices everywhere. "That is unimportant. What is important is this."
Ardgal pulled one of the monitors close so Bloodborn could see the images. They were massive ships with damage across their hulls, wrecked in strait lines. The pure destruction caused by the attacks was unique, the strikes were intense right across the surface of the hulls, or strait through. The attacks were precise, and impossible, and across several different larger vessels. Some were even reduced to scrap pieces floating through space.
"These have all been spotted, near Nar Shadaa," the man said after he had shown the images, "And that is what has brought us here. The attacks are all consistent among the few survivors. Something hit them they couldn't see. Some sort of ghost. And the few who could see it, said it was like a demon from hell itself. I have triangulated the size and determined that it is about 26 to 27 meters long and I have triangulated the times it has come in and attacked the vessels in the system. This is where you come in."
Ardgal moved away from the console, 'This is where I need
you to do your work. I need you to find where its held. Use whatever you have to do, slice into the sub net, the local system's flight controls, whatever you have to do to get into all of it to find where this ship is being held. This level is beyond me or what I can gather."
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