Time Thief
Location:
Planet: [Redacted]
City: [Redacted]
Objective: [Redacted]
The sounds of machinery and busy Imperial Scientists gave Seto enough background noise as to give him some of his sanity back. How he abhor the silence his missions often tortured him with, but for the moment a lack of silence was not the source of Seto's anxiety. His datapad already contained his report, but it hardly mattered as he quickly walked away and into an empty hallway.
Such a new technology to change the face of warfare always came with a cost; how much it would take to transport, to make and ultimately how much the repairs costed afterwards. This new weapon though gave Seto slight pause, even though he wasn't new to the idea of chemical based weapons it still gave Seto thoughts. Dangerous thoughts Seto reminded himself as he continued to scan his report on his datapad.
"We just want to give the Galaxy something to laugh at I guess," Seto mumbled to himself. Maybe the insanity of it all was spreading too fast, Seto wouldn't deny the possibility after all, Just look at how things are shaping up. . .
The offices were up ahead and now the only thing breaking the silence were his footsteps and rhythmic tapping of his datapad. When political turmoil hits Seto's usual plan often revolves around selective hearing and cautious commitments and loyalties. Unfortunately with an entire Order dedicated to being 'Inquisitive' it often proved difficult to remain hidden and inconspicuous. I'm just going to get this report sent via a Communication's Officer, Seto mused as the prospect of returning back to his superiors for a debrief did not exactly excite him.
His knuckles tapped the door twice before Seto opened it and walked inside. His own Force presence wasn't hidden and Seto felt confident that his intrusion wouldn't be taken as offense. But just in case- "My Lord, High Moff Malvern I apologize for my sudden appearance but I have some questions before I submit my report back to the Order. It is concerning about security."
[member="Adron Malvern"]
Planet: [Redacted]
City: [Redacted]
Objective: [Redacted]
The sounds of machinery and busy Imperial Scientists gave Seto enough background noise as to give him some of his sanity back. How he abhor the silence his missions often tortured him with, but for the moment a lack of silence was not the source of Seto's anxiety. His datapad already contained his report, but it hardly mattered as he quickly walked away and into an empty hallway.
Such a new technology to change the face of warfare always came with a cost; how much it would take to transport, to make and ultimately how much the repairs costed afterwards. This new weapon though gave Seto slight pause, even though he wasn't new to the idea of chemical based weapons it still gave Seto thoughts. Dangerous thoughts Seto reminded himself as he continued to scan his report on his datapad.
"We just want to give the Galaxy something to laugh at I guess," Seto mumbled to himself. Maybe the insanity of it all was spreading too fast, Seto wouldn't deny the possibility after all, Just look at how things are shaping up. . .
The offices were up ahead and now the only thing breaking the silence were his footsteps and rhythmic tapping of his datapad. When political turmoil hits Seto's usual plan often revolves around selective hearing and cautious commitments and loyalties. Unfortunately with an entire Order dedicated to being 'Inquisitive' it often proved difficult to remain hidden and inconspicuous. I'm just going to get this report sent via a Communication's Officer, Seto mused as the prospect of returning back to his superiors for a debrief did not exactly excite him.
His knuckles tapped the door twice before Seto opened it and walked inside. His own Force presence wasn't hidden and Seto felt confident that his intrusion wouldn't be taken as offense. But just in case- "My Lord, High Moff Malvern I apologize for my sudden appearance but I have some questions before I submit my report back to the Order. It is concerning about security."
[member="Adron Malvern"]