"We were right about one thing, the negotiations were short."
The tired voice of Tanomas Graf lightly echoed in the small room, as the old man leaned into the light radiating from the overhead lamp hanging above the table, piercing the surrounding dimness, and illuminated his features; His face was still as wrinkled as ever and his pearly white beard seemed even brighter.
Music, albeit deafened by the walls, was still loud enough to be heard in the backroom of the cantina, which was located on a neutral planet between Onderon and Kamino. Graf's chocolate eyes observed [member="Darth Metus"], taking a long drink of a large glass of brandy. "Mand'alor the Exiled might have attempted to kill my former admiral, but all of that can be forgotten, given the circumstances and recent treason committed by his target." He murmured lightly.
"What happened on Myrkr was never sanctioned nor planned, intelligence found out he had a connection with one Keira Ticon, but she did not provoke the bombing, a third party did." Tanomas chewed on "With that, and the theft of the Imperial First Fleet, as well as the subsequent creation of the 'Empire of the Hand'. I think it's safe to say we've been set against each other from the start."
He downed his drink, and pressed a button, requesting service. "I suggest the Empire and the Mando'ade start anew; Expunge Hypori, Myrkr, and Monastery. We can combine our efforts to end the man who murdered both of our people, I've already started by putting a two billion credit bounty on him, his fleet, and his 'Empire'." Graf informed, sliding a small poster across the murky table, watching for a reaction from the Sith Lord.
The tired voice of Tanomas Graf lightly echoed in the small room, as the old man leaned into the light radiating from the overhead lamp hanging above the table, piercing the surrounding dimness, and illuminated his features; His face was still as wrinkled as ever and his pearly white beard seemed even brighter.
Music, albeit deafened by the walls, was still loud enough to be heard in the backroom of the cantina, which was located on a neutral planet between Onderon and Kamino. Graf's chocolate eyes observed [member="Darth Metus"], taking a long drink of a large glass of brandy. "Mand'alor the Exiled might have attempted to kill my former admiral, but all of that can be forgotten, given the circumstances and recent treason committed by his target." He murmured lightly.
"What happened on Myrkr was never sanctioned nor planned, intelligence found out he had a connection with one Keira Ticon, but she did not provoke the bombing, a third party did." Tanomas chewed on "With that, and the theft of the Imperial First Fleet, as well as the subsequent creation of the 'Empire of the Hand'. I think it's safe to say we've been set against each other from the start."
He downed his drink, and pressed a button, requesting service. "I suggest the Empire and the Mando'ade start anew; Expunge Hypori, Myrkr, and Monastery. We can combine our efforts to end the man who murdered both of our people, I've already started by putting a two billion credit bounty on him, his fleet, and his 'Empire'." Graf informed, sliding a small poster across the murky table, watching for a reaction from the Sith Lord.