Private Respect of a peer

[Diarch Rellik]

ENCRYPTED TRANSMISSION
SOURCE: DSD Vault, High Orbit over Bastion
ENCRYPTION LEVEL: Omega Black – By Authority of the Diarch
RECIPIENT: Vakhari Lutris

[HOLOPROJECTOR RECORDING ACTIVATED]

A life-sized image of Diarch Rellik shimmered to life Standing tall and formal, the lighting behind him dark save for the dull red gleam of control panels aboard the Vault. His expression was calm, neutral, almost stately though something in his gaze suggested he was overall excited.

"Lady Lutris," he began, voice low and clear.

"Although you may not know who I am, you are known to me. Your work has crossed the borders of Diarchy space and has come across my desk recently. I was rather impressed with the portfolio and wished to see if we could have a crossing of the minds so to speak."

He paused, eyes steady on the recording node.

"It is rare to find those who still create with such... flavor. I believe you are such a person. And that is why I am extending this invitation."

A short string of coordinates flashed across the lower portion of the hologram: Taspir III. Landing Bay 17 – Eastern Spaceport. Access Code: 721-Kesel-Mal.

"There is a place named Pandemonium. Hidden. Restricted. Founded for the purpose of containing and refining the unnatural. We develop things there not meant for the public to see and for our enemies to fear. - I was hoping to give you a tour and perhaps if you are wanting a gift to show my appreciation of your works. Which you are free to do what you want with. I know these recordings can seem rather impersonal or unbecoming but I promise your safety and any wants you may have will be taken care of as my guest."

He flashed a brief smile at the words. There was hope he was appearing genuine. First impressions were always rather hard.

"I hope to receive confirmation of my request either way and look forward to meeting you."

Vakhari Lutris

 

[Vakhari Lutris]

Tag: Diarch Rellik

When the personal message had managed to reach the rather eccentric doctor, it had of course been met with a curious glare. Said curiosity only grew when they mentioned how fond of her work they are, a rather easy way to get on the girl's good side thanks to her ego around her creations.

But this wasn't her typical mail, and it came with a face she hadn't seen before. The location given was not within Sith Order space, that was for sure.

Her gloved hands begin to search the information that was given, nothing came up. This could be a trap, but she had worked with people eager to have her expertise on hand before. Recalling how Darth Virelia had given her coordinates to come work at a blacksite, but what if- No. It wasn't like she was a simple target to just kidnap, she would go forward with this meeting.

Departing that day to enter Diarchy space, in truth she didn't know much about them. Users of the dark side of the force, that was about all she knew for now.

A sleek and sterile looking shuttle would arrive at pandamonium, right in the correct landing bay as requested. Being met with a terminal she enters the code given.. The girl wording it out under her mask.

"7-2-1.. Kesel.. Mal."

The terminal would unlock the door, pandamonium's newest guest walking inside, closely followed by her droid. ​