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Posted: Sun Mar 16, 2014 6:26 pm
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Posted: Sun Mar 16, 2014 7:08 pm
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Posted: Mon Mar 17, 2014 1:34 pm
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Coruscant - Imperial Palace
Silvi clapped a hand over her mouth because she knew that she would laugh out loud, but the amusement was still apparent in her eyes. "You're with that guy? He doesn't know it, but he's the one who gave me access to the panel in the first place. Perhaps you'll keep it a secret from your friend, hmm?" she asked with a playful wink, unsure if he could see it from his vantage point. She wanted to trust him, to believe that he wanted to help, but she wasn't sure what to think of this situation yet. Then again those two were the strangest security guards she had ever met, and seemed as out of place here as she did. Either that or they were just terrible at their jobs. "If I trusted everyone who said they wanted to help, obviously I wouldn't be in such good health," she began to speak faster, knowing that they couldn't hold this conversation here for very long, as they were sure to attract attention sooner or later. And that annoying manager was probably going to look for her if she didn't get back to the floor. "Besides, I've already admitted to taking advantage of your captain's... weakness in particular areas. Not sure what you can gain from helping me, but hey, it's your choice I guess. Tell you what, if you can get me a spare blaster or even better, a computer spike, maybe I'll believe you. I've got to go back onstage and degrade myself some more before anyone notices I'm missing. Meet me back here in twenty minutes?" Silvi was becoming quite interested in who this Zabrak was and what his motivations were. Perhaps she was underestimating the kind of danger she was in right now, but she really did want to trust him. She didn't expect him to fetch her the things that she asked for, but the fact that he hadn't turned her in to the Imps yet was already a good sign. But maybe he was just like his friend and was only interested in getting her in bed. Oh, well. If it meant getting a computer spike maybe it was worth it.
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Posted: Mon Mar 17, 2014 9:07 pm
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Posted: Sun Mar 30, 2014 8:06 am
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Posted: Sun Mar 30, 2014 10:51 pm
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Coruscant - Imperial Palace
Tamwyn scanned the room once more over the rim of his glass. "I'm pulled from Nar Shaddaa for THIS debacle?" he muttered glumly to himself. It was bad enough that he had to leave his work in the middle of a dicey operation, but to be called to Imperial center for a mere ballroom party was absurd. "Leave it to a Corellian to make a fool of the 3rd fleet..."
Shaking his head, he set the glass down and waived over one of the Twi'lek servants before ordering the least lavish dish he could find on the menu. With a gracious nod and a few lavish words, she departed for the kitchens and once again left Tam to the company of his musings. Musings that were interrupted only moments later with the chirp of his comlink.
With swift and practiced movements, he keyed his security code into his wrist pad and read the message projected across his retina. The message was short, written by his personal assistant and posed simply as a casual memo.
"Donovan just reported in. The clients decided to add a few last-minute guests to their party reservation. They request you greet the new additions personally to assure they feel welcomed. Also, there were some typos on their invites, and the clients request you ensure the new arrivals receive a proper explanation of their role in the proceedings. Code FN-1k3 Don't screw this up Tam - Jessica"
He keyed the comlink lock and leaned back with a sigh. "Looks like this will be an interesting night after all..."
He tried to relax as he waited for the second chirp from his comlink, that would be the faces of the "new arrivals" he was to greet. While he sat there, he made a mental note of his current assets, and considered the action plan the Alliance Intelligence was suggesting. For once they had chosen a plan suited for the job.
The second chirp chimed from the comlink, and Tam took a few seconds to memorize each of the three faces before locking the device and getting to his feet.
"Time to get the show on the road."
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Posted: Mon Mar 31, 2014 11:57 pm
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Posted: Wed Apr 02, 2014 3:52 pm
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Posted: Wed Apr 02, 2014 8:59 pm
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Posted: Wed Apr 02, 2014 10:44 pm
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Tam made his way towards the entrance of the banquet hall, scanning the crowd as he weaved through the guests around him.
"No, no.. there."He thought as he spotted another officer also headed towards the door. With quick, purposeful steps he strode towards him, calling his name as he did so. "Leftenant Kharzine!" His voice attracted little attention, and barely carried far enough to reach the man as the festivities had reached their full swing. The music alone was almost enough to drown him out. Never the less, the man seem to have noticed him.
When he finally reached him, Tamwyn compared his face to that in the file. Once satisfied they were the same, He offered his hand, "Leftenant Kharzine, Im Senior Leftenant Lysovan. I'm afraid there is a scuffle of sorts and I require your aid." With a frown he added, "It seems a pair of servants are making scene and need to be contained before they ruin the festivities." He took a moment to look at the party around him, the frown only deepening at the sight. Not that I care about them to begin with, but a job is a job," He shot a quick glance at Kharzine, "wouldn't you agree?"
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