Omega Pyre

[Aeron Kreelan]

Aeron would read the message with a slight crinkle to her brow. A slight tap would rap across her desk, the woman holding a shiv and lightly tapping the worn wood with a steady beat.

After a few moments, she would set the shiv down. Leaning forward, her fingers would fly across the holographic keys as she typed out a message.


>> Encrypted message
>> Transferring....
>> // sending... status okay.
// Decrypting ----> Okay

That doesn't surprise me. The Pyre was here and established long before the Protectorate came to pass. It was the way that the Prex had been able to control the bacta trade and provide the ships we need for Pyre's PMC.

With the shipyards confirmed to be owned by Omega Pyre, then that settles it.

Y'know, things would be easier to figure out if we could just ask her.

She built the entire thing; ain't no one who knows it better than her.

>... message ends.

 

[Sarge Potteiger]

Sarge stared at the datapad for a few moments, rubbing at his brow.

To respond. Not to respond.

>...message begins.

I can ask her, but... it wasn't entirely necessary. Gotta ease her back into things - never thought I'd admit to that.

>...message ends.

Ease her back into it... yeah, he'd done the opposite of that.

 

[Aeron Kreelan]

There came a second beep. This one had taken a bit longer to reply; and as usual, she wasn't surprised at the terseness of it.

The response, however, did. Both brows rose high. Then came the heavy snort.

The Lord Inquisitor now Lord Protector... ease anyone into things?

Now that was a laugh.