Kyyrk
Vylmira's Wrath
It was a calm day on Naboo. Voph had already been here for some hours on a personal visit, but now turned his attention to more pressing matters. His recent forray into the Netherworld had confirmed his worst fears. And, knowing what he knew now, he needed to make every effort to stay one step ahead. So before departing the idyllic world, Voph made a stop by what some joked was his second home: the local office for Locke and Key Mechanics.
As Voph entered the lobby, the receptionist smiled at him. "High Councilor. Lovely to see you again." Voph nodded and offered her a curt and professional smile. "I'm here for Locke. He's in, yes?" The receptionist nodded, frowning slightly. "He...is. Did you not have an appointment today?" Voph shook his head. "It's urgent." The receptionist nodded, turning to her terminal to find an available time slot. Voph leaned over the counter and whispered, "I need to speak with him about the Sovereign Protocol."
The receptionist paused, then nodded. "I'll page him to his office, if he's not already there." Voph nodded, and turned to walk towards the turbolift, already knowing the way after numerous visits.
Sovereign Protocol. The name he'd offered to Locke as a high priority project. There had always been more pressing concerns, such as the state of Voph's fleet, but he made one thing clear. "If I enact the Sovereign Protocol, Vylmira is in danger. I can't say why now, but when the time comes, you'll know. And when that day comes, ill know what I need of you."
Voph stood in the elevator, arms crossed and head bowed in thought. Of he was being hunted, there was only one way that he knew to ensure not only his safety, but those around him. To become the hunter. But he lacked the means to do this. There was much to do before he was ready to enact his plan. But for now, this would suffice. A weapon for him, and a tool for the Confederacy as a whole.
He just hoped he'd last long enough to use it...
John Locke
As Voph entered the lobby, the receptionist smiled at him. "High Councilor. Lovely to see you again." Voph nodded and offered her a curt and professional smile. "I'm here for Locke. He's in, yes?" The receptionist nodded, frowning slightly. "He...is. Did you not have an appointment today?" Voph shook his head. "It's urgent." The receptionist nodded, turning to her terminal to find an available time slot. Voph leaned over the counter and whispered, "I need to speak with him about the Sovereign Protocol."
The receptionist paused, then nodded. "I'll page him to his office, if he's not already there." Voph nodded, and turned to walk towards the turbolift, already knowing the way after numerous visits.
Sovereign Protocol. The name he'd offered to Locke as a high priority project. There had always been more pressing concerns, such as the state of Voph's fleet, but he made one thing clear. "If I enact the Sovereign Protocol, Vylmira is in danger. I can't say why now, but when the time comes, you'll know. And when that day comes, ill know what I need of you."
Voph stood in the elevator, arms crossed and head bowed in thought. Of he was being hunted, there was only one way that he knew to ensure not only his safety, but those around him. To become the hunter. But he lacked the means to do this. There was much to do before he was ready to enact his plan. But for now, this would suffice. A weapon for him, and a tool for the Confederacy as a whole.
He just hoped he'd last long enough to use it...
John Locke