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The network that the Shadows ran off of had begun to fall apart. Without a focal point to keep the various contacts strung together, the web was beginning to pull in various different directions; often snapping the thin lines that connected on group to another.
The person of interest was one Count Malesa of Serenno. Her father had been a dutiful member of the network, a Jedi who had long since hung up his cloak and blade for favor of family life. He had promised never to teach his children the ways of the force, and yet there was word his daughter knew of the ethereal powers.
It was considered coincidence that he had died of a stroke shortly after these powers had emerged,
Distressed, Cyril set out aboard his XR-95, a freighter his sister had affectionately named the Mason. Normally Cyril would have gone alone for this sort of thing -- he had often worked alone when it came to matters of the Order's security -- but he'd opted for company today. The man was a knight by the name of [member="Veiere Arenais"]. Cyril had come into his company at the conclave, but he knew little of him personally.
He knew so very few people this day and age.
"Welcome to Serenno," he huffed as the shuttle set down in one of the many hanger bays in the factory town near the countess' manor. "I hope you've a taste for politics and intrigue. You'll not be lacking it here."
The person of interest was one Count Malesa of Serenno. Her father had been a dutiful member of the network, a Jedi who had long since hung up his cloak and blade for favor of family life. He had promised never to teach his children the ways of the force, and yet there was word his daughter knew of the ethereal powers.
It was considered coincidence that he had died of a stroke shortly after these powers had emerged,
Distressed, Cyril set out aboard his XR-95, a freighter his sister had affectionately named the Mason. Normally Cyril would have gone alone for this sort of thing -- he had often worked alone when it came to matters of the Order's security -- but he'd opted for company today. The man was a knight by the name of [member="Veiere Arenais"]. Cyril had come into his company at the conclave, but he knew little of him personally.
He knew so very few people this day and age.
"Welcome to Serenno," he huffed as the shuttle set down in one of the many hanger bays in the factory town near the countess' manor. "I hope you've a taste for politics and intrigue. You'll not be lacking it here."