A P E X
"Bring them to me."
Unyielding. Cold. The order of the Sith Lord slithered forth from behind his mask. His gaze was placed upon a woman knelt before him: a faithful vassal who had proven her worth time and time again. She, an agent of a regime long dead, was now his Hand in all things. A Vessel of the Dread Lord, to be exact. Silent. Obedient. She reached into the folds of her cloak and produced a data-chip.
"Excellent."
Although veiled, a smile began to form upon the Sith Lord's face. It was heartening to see that some semblance of his work had survived...that some remnant of his former ambitions yet lived. Reaching out, Darth Metus claimed the chip and offered the slightest nod. "Leave me. There is work to do." There was no patting on the back...no encouragement...for there was no time to do so. Work needed to be done. Darth Metus had catching up to do.
Unyielding. Cold. The order of the Sith Lord slithered forth from behind his mask. His gaze was placed upon a woman knelt before him: a faithful vassal who had proven her worth time and time again. She, an agent of a regime long dead, was now his Hand in all things. A Vessel of the Dread Lord, to be exact. Silent. Obedient. She reached into the folds of her cloak and produced a data-chip.
"Excellent."
Although veiled, a smile began to form upon the Sith Lord's face. It was heartening to see that some semblance of his work had survived...that some remnant of his former ambitions yet lived. Reaching out, Darth Metus claimed the chip and offered the slightest nod. "Leave me. There is work to do." There was no patting on the back...no encouragement...for there was no time to do so. Work needed to be done. Darth Metus had catching up to do.