Ak'lya
That one kid
The office of the Viceroy was often filled with strange and varying characters, from other Viceroys, to old friends, to Templars, to visiting dignitaries, to, worst of all, whining politicians. Strask hated it some days.
This was not one of them.
One could tell, if they saw him, that he was nervous. He moved around the room, hiding the scattered pages and holodisks and whatnot. His personal office was always filled with new, unsorted infodisks, and today was no different. But he was storing them away. Someone had reliably informed him that a Sith Lord, [member="Christian Slade"], was coming to the planet. And Strask seemed to think that he would come here. And, as usual before any meeting, he readied the array of recording equipment. What recording equipment?
Well, we here do you think all those infodisks came from, anyways?
This was not one of them.
One could tell, if they saw him, that he was nervous. He moved around the room, hiding the scattered pages and holodisks and whatnot. His personal office was always filled with new, unsorted infodisks, and today was no different. But he was storing them away. Someone had reliably informed him that a Sith Lord, [member="Christian Slade"], was coming to the planet. And Strask seemed to think that he would come here. And, as usual before any meeting, he readied the array of recording equipment. What recording equipment?
Well, we here do you think all those infodisks came from, anyways?