The Heart is Bold That Looks On Gold (Open)

[Ultimatum]

Deep Space​

Outer Rim​

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Ultimatum​

Dynamic Class Freighter II​

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Ultimatum smiled to himself as he watched the stars travel slowly by. He wasn't supposed to be here, he was supposed to have simply flew right through this portion of space. He was already late returning to Mustafar and Legion was likely to not let him hear the end of it. He had recently finished a small job on a HoloNet station where one of his droids had gone haywire while working on repairs. He had been as curious as the station manager had been frustrated. Ultimatum had promised that this was an entirely isolated occurrence and had promised to replace the defective unit with two other tested ones. That was actually a good thing, since the more he had in the HoloNet the more he could work with.

He had found it surprising that the droid had actually been hacked, or had almost so. The droid had been resistant enough to have reacted violently and lose control, rather than obeying whatever or whoever had attempted the hack. Ultimatum had quickly set up a program upgrade, increasing security and decreasing susceptibility to the more generic attempts at hacking.

His return had been stalled by a momentary outburst by the now controlled droid. The unit was now subdued and going through a cleansing procedure. Ultimatum was overseeing the operation to be certain that nothing went wrong. However there was a calibration error and he was waiting for the programs to sort themselves out, so he watched the stars.

It was a minute before he realized that the console was showing information that was worth reading. It appeared to be nothing of important, a heavenly body within ten kilometers and heading slowly their way. Nothing to worrisome, since the speed it was traveling was such that he would probably be back at Mustafar before it even got to where he was now.

However... the body was made of metal. It was releasing radiation consistent with that of an old starship, most definitely not a planetary object. He was interested and decided to take a closer look. He sent the ship forward, not knowing that the ship he had seen was an old Arquitens class cruiser.

 

[Ultimatum]

It was a decent sized ship. Ultimatum could tell that by the sensor readings and just how it kept growing the closer they got. It was nothing compared to a command vessel, but it was still something to beware of in a firefight. He half expected the ship to begin shooting at him, but for some reason the ship just sat there, floating through space. It was when he was deep within cannon range that he saw the amount of damage on the other ship.

It was quite damaged, the bridge's window was completely smashed and there was probably no atmosphere in there. The blast doors to that portion of the ship were also sealed, probably automatically. He saw a lot of blaster scoring along the outside of the ship, and craters where the shields had failed and the ship had been penetrated. He also noticed a few old boarding pods, the sort that had been used by the CIS during the Clone Wars. So that was what time period it came from.

He wondered if the whole ship were dead, he knew the crew would have died out long ago. He took the ship close to what had once been a docking hatch, but was now broken and bent at an angle. He sidled the ship as close to this opening as he could and then set the ship still. He jumped out of his seat and almost ran through the ship.

He was stopped by the droid he had picked up. It was moving about, apparently trying to find a HoloNet access point, well it was good that the upgrade had been successful enough for now. He ordered the droid to come with him. He looked forward to exploring this vessel.

 

[Ultimatum]

The ship was now within ten meters of his ship. He opened the hatch of his entry ramp, allowing whatever atmosphere that hadn't been removed by the vents. He looked down at the droid following him, the removal of atmosphere had affected neither of them. He turned his small rockets on and began moving towards the other ship's docking hatch. It was almost half a minute at his speed, the droid was actually ahead of him.

He hit the hatch with a silent thump, he almost rebounded off and would have headed back into space if not for his ability to magnetize his hands. He held onto the ship for a moment, thinking to himself why he hadn't just moved the ship over one of the broken areas and attached it to the bigger vessel. Well, hindsight was always better than foresight. He moved one hand at a time as he made his way up the damaged tube of the docking bay. When he reached the entrance to the ship he found a door closed, what he also saw was that the blast doors had failed in their closing procedure, only a quarter of the way.

He nodded his head to the droid, gesturing to the door, which it then moved towards. It communicated a lack of control panels and Ultimatum sighed to himself as he got close enough to hold onto the door. He set one hand on the door and the other grabbed one of the blasters he kept on him. He had heard that often these things could work in space, of course the gas firing would require a specially sealed chamber in order to fire. He circumvented this issue with using the electronic blaster ammo. He began firing on the door, aiming at the seals. All he needed was a small opening.

 

[Ultimatum]

There, not even a true opening, only a three centimeter deep crevice in the metal door at the seem. It was about five centimeters across. Perfect for his goal. He put both of his hands in one at a time and then began pushing out. He put all of his inhuman droid strength into the effort. For the longest of moments it felt as if nothing was happening, but then the doors began to move apart. Ultimatum prepared for the feel of atmosphere blowing past him, but nothing came.

He looked in and saw nothing but a darkened hallway blackened in some areas by what must have been blaster fire. It all looked faded as if time had taken its tole on all of this as well. He wondered how long it had been sitting out here, what sort of ship was this? He pulled himself in and attached himself to the floor, at least he would be able to move about normally to come degree. He signaled the droid to follow him in and it too attached its wheels to the floor allowing it to move freely.

Ultimatum led slowly, not completely certain that the ship was empty of occupants. He turned a corner and he saw a droid down the hallway. An instinct shot blasted the droid's head off and only then did Ultimatum realize that it was sitting on the ground against the wall, obviously deactivated a long time ago. He walked closer to get a better look, shifting through the light spectrum to get the best detail of surroundings with the scarce light that he had. It was a battle droid, B-1 if Ultimatum remembered the schematics properly. These were ancient. Clone Wars era ancient. That made this ship at least that old if not more so. What was aboard then? This was not a Confederate ship, he knew that. It had struck him, now that he had information on era, as either a Republic or Imperial ship.

 

[Ultimatum]

Ultimatum wandered these silent halls, he imagined the blaster fire that may have filled the air and along with the cries of the dying and the steady clanking of metallic feat as the droid slowly made their way through the ship. He wondered if that was what had happened. He would have to get to the bridge first. When he thought of that he realized that he would have to first get power up and running and even then there might be difficulties he could not foresee.

Ultimatum sent an order to the droid to begin making its way to the engine room, even if they got separated. He wasn't certain if he would get sidetracked, but it was better to not worry the little guy. He focused on making his way in the direction that he guessed the engine room was in. They tended to be in the aft of the ship, normally opposite the bridge. He noticed heavily sealed door along the way. It was like a blast door, except more heavily made. Maybe the cargo bay area? Ultimatum noticed something strange as he passed near the door.

His internal components scanner showed a decrease in temperature for the slightest of moments. What could be in there that would cause cold? Cryogenic weaponry? Technology of the same? Large blocks of ice? But then how could he be effected by the cold? There was no atmosphere between him and the door and therefore no cold could truly be passed. That intrigued him, enough so that he stayed for a moment. He wondered how long it would take to blast through the door, his mind told him not to ask that that calculation could take as long as his lifetime.

He turned on his heel, now intent on getting to two places. He began making his way more quickly towards the engine room.

 

[Ultimatum]

The engine room was as lifeless as the rest of the ship, at least that was what the little droid reported. Ultimatum was behind slightly. He had been sidetracked. He had seen a droid slashed in half, obviously a lightsaber. The droids remains had been in front of a door.

This one was already slightly open so Ultimatum simply pulled it the rest of the way and stepped inside. He almost instantly regretted his curiosity. It was a bunk room, for the crew and some of the clone soldiers. The first five rows had dead men in them, killed in their sleep. They had probably been killed in their sleep. That told him that the alert had not been raised quick enough upon them being boarded. Later on he stopped and saw dead bodies out of beds, probably reacting to the fire before, too late for them.

He walked, slowly stepping over bodies, until he got far enough to see droids had fallen. These clones were either already awake or had just reached their weapons. They hadn't survived either way. Everyone aboard this vessel had been doomed to a fate of battle or slow starvation. What could they have done? This was a cursed destiny, Ultimatum would not have wished this on anyone.

He was reminded by the droid that the engine room was nearby. Ultimatum shook himself of the dark thoughts that were beginning to fill his mind. He stepped carefully over the bodies until he stood outside of the room. He pulled the door back closed, allowing his feelings to vent onto the door, his fingers left deep craters where they had held the door.

He found his way quickly to the engine room and he immediately noted the lack of damage sustained in this room. He walked around for a few minutes, looking over the various generators and equipment. It seemed mostly in order. He bet he could get it working again without too much work. Time was probably the only thing that had damaged these engines. He took a moment to think about the room he had seen earlier. What was in there?

 

[Ultimatum]

A few minutes later Ultimatum had opened up all of the engines and was moving from one to the other with a set of tools being carried by the little Archivist droid. He found that his initial prognosis was pretty much correct. "These are good condition, bet I could run that old ship in the yard with these." He sent to the droid, who responded with an affirmative tweet before passing him the hydrospanner.

"Didn't ask for that."

The droid pointed out the he had checked the next engine and it needed some work. Ultimatum smiled as he said thanks before jumping onto the problem. It was nothing complicated, just the fact that these engines hadn't been maintained in however many years. Within half an hour he stepped back and smiled at the finished engine. They were all good to go. It was a matter of seeing if they would start.

Ultimatum walked over the main console, looked for a moment before pulling the manual start. He could have sworn he heard the pop of it all starting. As it was he saw the lights come on for a moment before sparks leapt up from a box nearby. He immediately turned the manual off and moved to check the box. This was where he had expected real trouble. He opened the box to find a number of wires, a few of which were broken. He decided that it could have been worse and he pulled the wires back together, there was extra... He wondered if perhaps there had been sabotage.

With the wires connected he was able to move back and start the engines. He pushed the manual and grinned as the lights came on, a few hiccups but then it continued as if there was no problem. He looked around for the terminal near the door. He ordered the Archivist to begin going through ship history files while Ultimatum prepared for a transmission. He had a hunch and wanted to check it out.

"Atrisia, Atrisia. This is Ultimatum, I wish to speak to [member="Lord Mythos"], could you patch me through. I know this isn't convenient but I don't have the best communication gear on me. Thanks."

 

[Ultimatum]

While Ultimatum waited for a reply he turned his attention to the droid, who was transferring information to Ultimatum's databanks. Apparently this ship had been on a mission to bring funds from one planet that was quickly being isolated to the Republic center. The CIS had been taking planets nearby and the Senate had not wanted raw money to fall into their hands so they had sent this ship to go collect all of the money that was held and fly it back to Coruscant. Evidently it never made.

Ultimatum idly wondered how much money must have been stored, perhaps one hundred thousand credits or something along that line, enough to purchase a large number of starfighters. That would have been a nice boost to the military at the time, which was by the dates towards the end of the war and the Republic was beginning to run out of options in replacing troops and vehicles.

He read through the logs to find out what exactly happened. The ship had a very short route back to Republic space, it shouldn't have made a detour. But it did apparently. The Separatists had extended and taken a few worlds while the ship was heading towards the planet. They had successfully taken the money offworld only to find that their route back was sealed off. The Republic and Separatists were fighting heavily in that area so the Jedi who was aboard, apparently only recently made Jedi from Padawan, had decided to send the ship off deeper into Separatist space in the hopes of avoiding larger forces. They made a very long route to try and slip around systems that were known to have lots of enemy forces on and nearby them. This however proved to make no different. Between lightspeed jumps they were attacked by a small enemy force. The force was defeated, however it was at the cost of the ship no longer being able to move. They were doomed, there were no logs after that point.

Ultimatum wondered what it had been like in those last hours, either dying from suffocation or wounds no one had won this battle. When the droid gave him the ship manifest he noted that enough information was damaged that he the amount of money was not listed properly. He assumed that there would be a more complete information log on one of the bridge consoles. He would have to make his way there. So he began walking in that direction, keeping an ear out in case the call from Atrisia was replied to.

 

[Ultimatum]

Ultimatum turned off the direct line to Atrisia, setting the call in a back system so if he were responded to there would be an alert allowing him to pull the program back to the forefront easily enough. He wanted to put more of the processing power into the current situations. He had passed the door leading to what he was now certain was a cargo bay. He wondered if any of the money was still inside or if it had been hit by a shot and melted or thrown out into space.

There was truly only one way to find out, but he knew that he had no way of breaking the seals on that door. His scan of it had shown the door to be magnetically sealed, and it even had an electromagnetic lock, it must have had its own backup generator running. Or at least it might still be up and running, perhaps it had all come on line when he activated the engines again. No way of knowing that either.

He found the path to the bridge filled with nothing more dangerous than sealed doorways. There were a few dead bodies, both droid and clone, along the way. He also found a few places where atmosphere had been sealed in and when he opened the doors he was almost thrown back by the force of the air rushing out. He found his way the bridge door way. He began burning through the door, it would be over soon he told himself.

 

[Ultimatum]

The doors were opened after a considerable effort on both his and the little droid's part. Ultimatum had been trying to force the doors open, to force blast doors open! Obviously even his strength had failed and all the while his little droid had been working through the programs trying to override the automatic locks. The little one had at last convinced the computer to listen and open the doors, there was no atmosphere on either side after all.

As the door opened Ultimatum stepped through as quickly as possible he didn't want to waste time as he didn't know how long the engines would hold. It had occurred to him that it was possible there was more damage to the cores than he had seen, he figured that it depended on the severity of the damage, but he would have at most an hour in which to work, maybe two. At the very least it could die right now.

He practically threw himself at the computer terminal, activating it quickly. He plugged in a connector from his mind to the computer and began a search. He found more information on the history of the ship. They had been forced way out of their intended root, leading to their death. Ultimatum bypassed that instead searching for ship manifest. The data was corrupted, however he realized he could maybe find the information in the logs. Perhaps someone had mentioned the amount aboard.

He slowed himself down, remembering that jumping around would only throw his energy in random directions wasting it. He directed his attention to the logs made by the captain. The first was a text file:

Day 01 After pickup

We have successfully made the credit transfer. There was no trouble and the locals even helped load the money into the cargo hold. We took a very precise count and found nothing missing. The Commander used her Force powers to look ahead to be certain that there was no enemy intent among the natives. She said that we would be alright, there would be nobody revealing our presence to the incoming Separatist fleet. We have are almost out of the planet's gravity well and will begin the first leg of our twenty or so jumps. Good luck to us.

The next few files were damaged and only partial words came through. The next file was a full visual and audio recording. A Republic clone with a scar up his right cheekbone appeared, along with a small and apparently younger Jedi beside him. They were both looking at the viewer as if they could see the watcher.

"We have made good time. We have escaped the Separatist fleet and are safely on a longer route through their territory back to Republic space. I have chosen the path to avoid any substantial enemy fleets. I feel that the Force has told me to take the exact path I have chosen."

The clone spoke now, "While I mean no disrespect to the Jedi commander, I feel that the elongated path allows for a greater chance of interception. I would suggest we call the Republic and ask them to send a small fleet to guide as back into Republic space. I also feel that the extended time has a greater chance of seeing some of our troops trying to steal some of the cargo."

A voice could be heard in the background, another clone voice, "Not that anyone would miss one in a hundred-"

"That is enough. We will continue on our current path."

The recording ended abruptly and Ultimatum was left to wonder. One hundred what? Thousand? Million? Billion? Just on hundred? He switched back to the call to Atrisia and tried again.

"Come in Atrisia. This is Ultimatum, I wish to speak to [member="Lord Mythos"]. This is a matter of importance. Do you read me?" This time he waited for a reply.

 

[Mythos]

Mythos was at this moment with his advisers in the Throne of Atrisia dealing with very mild yet important issues of the People such as the degrading Economic state of Atrisia and the rations of food that were in shortage due to the supply Atrisia was fueling to the war effort on behalf of the one Sith. The meeting was long and not very eventful as the nobles prattled on and on about the necessities of the Atrisian people and the farmer capital of Atrisia.

Mythos understood all the ongoing situations and prepared for each respectively, he had already given word that most of the Royal treasury would go to replant and re sow the fields for a new harvest and that the Trade Conglomerate would be reached in order to construct a brand new Hospital in Atrisia as well as a Medical University for future Surgeons and Doctors... the Nobles and people loved these ideas however before the conversation could continue Mythos came across a contact with his secretary of Planetary Affairs.

"Master Mythos, a Call for you from Mustafar, Lord Ultimatum wishes to speak with you"

Mythos nodded and stood from his throne bowing his head to the nobles and senators present in the meeting. "Gentlemen this day has been a fruition occasion and many things have been resolved, however something has come up at the moment and we will we be needing to take a short recess before we continue, is this acceptable?"

Even as an Emperor Mythos still considered the words of his advisory and senators even if the final decision was his. The Men and women of the Counsel bowed to his stead and stepped out. Mythos sat back down and nodded to his secretary. "Pass Him up"

A hologram of Mythos would appear to Ultimatum and his voice was Monotone due to the tiresome day. "Lord of Mustafar and My most powerful ally of the Outer Rim" Mythos chuckled at the reality of the words. "In what can i be of service?"
@Ultimatum

 

[Ultimatum]

Ultimatum smiled as at last he got through to this ally of his. The timing was good, Ultimatum had returned to the engine room. He was having the little droid begin checking through the power systems, while he looked over the engines once more. He wasn't able to get an in depth look between split attention and the power still running. However he was under the impression that they were all in good condition, considering what they had been through he was still surprised that that was so.

He replied to [member="Lord Mythos"], "My friend, I have a few questions, but before that. I recall you had a friend Muun, do you believe that you could get him in contact?"

He heard the small droid say something to him, and Ultimatum asked for the droid to repeat it. The droid had found the systems for the doors on the cargo bay and was attempting to override the locks that had been activated. The droid stated that without the proper codes it would take time to unlock the doors, which meant time until Ultimatum could check the amount properly.

He walked down the hall to the door and put his hand on it. Soon. He thought before feeling the cold presence suddenly appearing. He spoke to himself, "I've got you." He wondered how long it would take, and if it would be worth it.

 

[Mythos]

Mythos listened to the transmission and nodded. "I believe so, Galicus should be on board if he is not up to something too important, give me a moment to reach him for you" In reality he very well could be, Galicus was one of the most if not the most influential muun in the merchant houses his desk was more often than not over flooded with tax reforms and economic mathematics problems that he was payed to do. He was the Master accountant of all Mythos' economic deals... he also drove one hard bargain.

A few commands upon the transmitter and the call to Muunilinst was sent through.

Galicus Sagious was as of now one of the most wealthy muuns in the planet, after the incident with the mandalorians more and more tourists were attracted to the planet and investors sought the famed muun estates as they plummeted in prices. Galicus, thrived in economic stagnation, he used these wounded funds to buy out the vulture interests and bonds of the people.

His desk was flooded as always and his transmitter went on and off every four seconds, however when the call from Atrisia came in, he froze in place and stared at the transmitter number. Settling back into his chair he forwarded the call and the image of Mythos upon his throne was the first thing he saw... he saw his young lad sitting as king of an entire system....

"dear boy.... You sure have made a name.... what an i do for you? "

"What you always do uncle Galicus, show the galaxy who the greatest banker and economist is, the Lord of Mustafar seeks to speak with you, asked for you personally, are you busy at this moment?"

Galicus chuckled and shook his head. "Well i can't argue with either of those statements and no, i am not. Pass him through... Your Majesty"

Mythos laughed and rolled his eyes while connecting both transmissions in a conference.
"Lord Ultimatum, this is Galicus Sagious my economic adviser, Galicus this is Ultimatum, Lord of Mustafar and a friend"

Friend? The boy has never had much of those, he must be quite the character. "the pleasure is mine Master Ultimatum, of what can i be of service?"

@Ultimatum

 

[Ultimatum]

Ultimatum smiled, it was good to have an ally who could handle himself so well. Financially speaking that is. He wouldn't have said that [member="Lord Mythos"] was the greatest of leaders, those were few and far in between. However he would have called the man a good leader. He was competent, intelligent, and was good at making allies apparently.

"Thank you, Mr Sagious for seeing me on such short notice. You have my sincerest apologies for the work I have interrupted. I had a question however that requires the specific intelligence within economics and related fields. How much do you believe a Clone Wars era credit is worth today, or perhaps one hundred thousand of these credits?" Ultimatum had learned enough about finances to know that many times the older the currency the more value it had, to a point. However he also knew that after a time the currency lost value as anything more than a collector's item.

He didn't trust his abilities to judge the current value of a currency. It was painful enough simply watching the ups and downs of the galactic economy, without having to try and deduce values or other such. There were many fields he still had to learn about, this was one of them.

 

[Mythos]

Mythos' brow furrowed when he realized what the currency entailed, hundreds of thousands of old credits was something of a first to Mythos. To Galicus however this was not so uncommon, this kind of currency was still popping up from time to time around the galaxy and the idea that one hundred thousand old republic credits were laying around somewhere in the galaxy only confirmed what he had already known, many treasures still lay undiscovered.

Galicus stayed silent for along while before responding, checking his base of data for whatever he could grab onto in order to give him a fill on whatever information he could relay back to the lord of Mustafar to make his inquiry more clear, old credits were hard to profit from, harder even to validate but in the right hands they could fetch multiple times their value.

"No easy answer Master Ultimatum." He beamed the droid several contact ID numbers. "The currency used by the old republic of the clone wars has been out of circulation for more than two centuries." The muun backed up his claim with several articles and tax forms he sent to validate it. "The baking clans could exchange them credit by credit to fit current standards...for a fee" He added the last part with a condescending tone. "Or you can contact several of my associates whom i have already relayed their contact information to you and they can offer a collectors price, the process will be tedious and expect haggling prices, but a profit is guaranteed my lord."
@Ultimatum

 

[Ultimatum]

Ultimatum took the IDs sent to him and had them saved to a datafile. He was astounded that such was how it was. It was strange to him that such actions were permitted... Well perhaps that was the wrong word, he expected that few of his associates would directly agree with his actions, but then Ultimatum did not know much in that area of politics. He decided to perhaps take up the offer, if it appeared prudent to do so.

He took a moment as he listened to the droid twitter away about something. Apparently the systems were mostly intact but the locks were misbehaving. The computer did not accept any code and seemed to be in a state of disrepair on the program level. That was an issue, as it would be difficult to repair or override. He ordered the droid to continue, while Ultimatum formulated a plan in case it was evident that there was no other way. He had something in mind, perhaps an overload to the circuits would work.

"How much would you expect the amount to come out as? One moment while I ask a question of [member="Lord Mythos"]. What are the common physical effects in the presence of a ghost?" He directed the first question to Galicus while the second was aimed for Animus. Ultimatum was theorizing over the cold feeling that his sensors had picked up. It simply was not possible for one area of space to be colder than another, not without an outside force anyways.

 

[Ultimatum]

As he waited, Ultimatum turned to the systems computer again. He felt a small amount of annoyance as the droid noted that the computer did not, in fact, have any control over the magnetic seal locks on the central containment area. That had a local computer which was only accessible from a terminal near the area. He took a moment to reconfigure his plan. He would require more time and that specific console to try and get through this. He guessed that the security feature was so that any boarders could not simply take the computers and get access to the locks he needed to break.

He began walking through the ship, ordering the droid to follow and get ready to try and crack the other computer system. This was taking longer than expected, of course he had not expected any detours like this so this whole thing was taking longer than anticipated. It did not matter greatly though, he could take awhile and still get in there. Even if he had to blast the roof of the room with his freighter he would get in there.

He wondered still at this ghost possibility. Why was it in there? Had a Jedi or Sith died in there? Why had they not left? Well there was nowhere to go to really. He looked forward to seeing what it was.

[member="Lord Mythos"]

 

[Mythos]

Mythos thought upon the question and pursed his lips handing his first under his jaw bone. "Interesting question..... first off is the noticeable jump in temperature, when there is an apparition of a ghost or a manifestation of the force in a supernatural way there tends to be a shift in temperature by no small degree. An organic sensitive to the force would feel a disturbance within it, a shock of some sort." He said in a monotone answer, eyes glued to the transmission pondering the nature of the question. His mind thought back to the only times he had seen the effects of a force ghost and his eyes narrowed at the memory. "Be careful when dealing with beings that mathematics and technology cannot comprehend..." Mythos said, his warning brought upon by the experiences he had suffered in the cursed world of Korrbian, his voice reflected the seriousness and impending doom that awaited anyone who meddles in the affairs of force ghosts and the sort without proper training, more than once he had seen such a power kill powerful warriors that would put to shame many knights and Lords.

Galicus on the other hand was not superstitious, if his numbers could not prove it's existance then it simply could not possibly be relevant. As he awaited his chance he ran the numbers to give the Lord of Mustafar a proper number to answer his inquiry. He brought upon the schematics of the economic back fuel of Mythos' new corporation and assessed their net worth compared to his own. Seized said assets and diverting them into a command prompt he commissioned the first bank/storage owned by warforged interests outside Atrisia, in Muunilinst to be exact. Diverting the residue of the funds Galicus cut the ten percent of the profits and created and input his personal algorithm to come to a good tax for the exchange service. "Not accounting the transportation and manual manpower cost it would come at about fifteen point twenty seven percent of the exchange quantity. If i had a solid number of the credits you wished to exchange master ultimatum, i could give you a more accurate report." the muun concluded, Nodding towards the holoprojector.

[member="Ultimatum"]

 

[Ultimatum]

Ultimatum smiled to the very polite organic Muun as he nodded back. He was a competent organic, definitely a good one to have on a team. He wondered if he should try to get the Muun to help in the future with some of the monetary sides of his plans. Ultimatum had a good grasp of organic trading systems for currency, he could find the value of most objects through the HoloNet, but the manipulation of the system at this point was still too much for him. "I will try to get a number as soon as possible, Master Galicus."

Ultimatum then turned his attention to what [member="Lord Mythos"] had spoken of. The temperature change, yes. Well he could not really check for a force sensitive disturbance. The last part of the warning struck the droid as spoken from experience. While not a laughing matter Ultimatum grinned to himself, before he heard a sound through his direct communication with his little friend. The droid was saying that the systems were set up and in relatively good condition, however their age meant that it would not take long to break through them.

Ultimatum walked back to the droid, once more feeling that strange dip in temperature. As the Sith had told him, it simply made no sense and could not be explained mathematically or scientifically. He replied to Animus, "I do not have the ability to check the second criteria, however there is an unexplainable drop in temperature near the hold. I believe that there is a Force Ghost on the other side. I had heard that Sith and Jedi ghosts are quite different, is there anything you can suggest to expect?"

 

[Mythos]

Another question hit Mythos as quick as the first, every question shot in the subject caused him to shift nervously and dart his eyes upon the room as if he himself was under a haunting. Truth was much stranger than fiction in this case. Nevertheless Mythos answerd after a long pause to recollect his thoughts upon the subject. "Jedi ghosts tend to be sources of their own branch of wisdom, as they call it, harmless and non-violent in death as they were once in life."

His explanation was biased, but not far from the truth in any case. "Force Ghosts of ancient Sith tend to be violent and some even hold considerable power beyond death's gates." He chuckled under his breath sarcastically at the thought of Ultimatum facing off against a paranormal infestation. It was amusing. "To make matters even more interesting, a force ghost as it is called, cannot be killed or dispersed by traditional means, only special weapons or exceptional power in the force can do that"

Mythos pulled the hidden blade from underneath his wrist-guard, shining it's alchemical blade to the holoprojector ominously. "A weapon such as this, alchemical in nature, forged by the suffering and death of souls is able to kill a being like the one you speak of.... anything less will not suffice" Mythos declared, his voice trailing in the echo of fear and despair that an encounter such as the one he had experienced brought with it. "I do hope you know what you are doing my friend..."

[member="Ultimatum"]