Barkt Melan
Next-Gen Bothan
Prison. Nothing really compared to it.
Barkt had been arrested for two things, as he could figure. One, he had been in the Viceroy's office. Everyone who had been hiding in there had been brought here. Secondly, he was the son of the old Viceroy and Spymaster. There may have been problems in the transition that he could smooth over, showing support for the new regime. But that might just save his life.
He touched the sleeve of his coat, smiling as he felt the datachip. The keys to the Umbra. All the information Strask had recorded and left behind, excluding a plan for him to fake his own death. He had left that out. After all, they already knew how to do that. But the Shatterswords, the R.E.D.S., a bioweapon that was officially off-record, all of it was hidden in the little chip on his sleeve. Nallai had done well.
He waited for them to come for him. They were cleaning the cell block out. He was next.
Barkt had been arrested for two things, as he could figure. One, he had been in the Viceroy's office. Everyone who had been hiding in there had been brought here. Secondly, he was the son of the old Viceroy and Spymaster. There may have been problems in the transition that he could smooth over, showing support for the new regime. But that might just save his life.
He touched the sleeve of his coat, smiling as he felt the datachip. The keys to the Umbra. All the information Strask had recorded and left behind, excluding a plan for him to fake his own death. He had left that out. After all, they already knew how to do that. But the Shatterswords, the R.E.D.S., a bioweapon that was officially off-record, all of it was hidden in the little chip on his sleeve. Nallai had done well.
He waited for them to come for him. They were cleaning the cell block out. He was next.