"Lord Trychon, Lord Raezyr, I trust you had a pleasant journey?" the Khommite leader of the Black Phoenix said, bowing to the two Sith as they walked down the loading ramp of the space craft.
"Skip the niceties for now, Falka. Save the sucking up for a time when you've screwed up," Raezyr informed him. Suddenly a thought struck him. "You didn't screw up, did you?"
The two brothers walked straight past the gray-skinned humanoid and he fell in walking alongside them. "No my lords. Everything went according to plan."
"Everything? There were no problems fencing that much aurodium with the Exchange contact?" Trychon asked.
"No Lord Trychon. Everything went as planned. The credits were deposited in the specified Den Var bank accounts."
"Excellent. Raez, if you wouldn't mind going to a secure terminal and checking the balance, then transferring all funds into the secondary accounts before closing that one. It wouldn't do for the Exchange to double cross us and wipe that account clean," Trychon said before turning back to Falka. "You, Captain, please accompany my brother. As soon as he has transferred the credits to the Black Phoenix account, you may begin using it to upgrade and pay off any debts you may have acquired up until this point.
"I have some other business to which I must attend right now. When we've all finished, meet me in my office and we'll discuss the 'Jama the Hutt' situation," the elder Sith instructed.
When the Raezyr and Falka had left, Trychon turned and headed toward the computer-room-slash-comm-center. He was anxious to see the Black Phoenix resident slicer, Haley Stargazer.
His reason for visiting was a professional one, although it was a thin disguise as the message he needed to send could have been done from any number of terminals throughout the base.
Since the two Sith had left here last time, he had thought about the blonde cyborg often. More than often, really, and although he'd tried to convince himself it was purely for professional reasons, he knew it was a bit more than that. They'd shared a pretty personal experience in those desert caves and he knew there was a connection there. At least for him there was.
But had she felt the connection as well? He thought she had, but had pondered that question nevertheless. It was hard to tell with some cyborgs. Many cyborgs only had a replacement appendage and were purely medical in nature, but others lacked any kind of real emotional displays due to the implanted circuitry replacing some of their neurological parts, and in her case, even controlling certain brain functions. He'd know soon enough though.
The Sith warrior rounded a corner and found himself pausing at the door to the main computer room. His heart was beating heavily as he punched in the access code and the door whooshed back into the wall. He stepped in and let it close behind him.
Haley was sitting in her 'command' chair, eyes closed. One might think she was asleep except for the wires running from her occipital and other cranial implants and the fact her cyberneticly augmented hand was moving swiftly across some sort of interface apparatus.
"Greetings, Trychon," she stated flatly. She opened her eyes and glanced over at her guest. "I... trust you are well?" she asked, seemingly not knowing what else to say.
"Uh, hey Haley," Trychon said. This first exchange wasn't really going the way he thought it would, although he hadn't had any real preconceived expectations. He just knew this didn't seem to be it. "What're you doing?" he asked. Stupid question, Trych, he berated himself inwardly. You can see she's programming or something like it.
"I am currently rewriting a section of code for our automated defense grid protocol. It will optimize the response time, increasing it by point oh one three milliseconds," she told him. "Is there something I can assist you with?"
"Uh, no... just need to send this encrypted text only message out," he said, not sure how to proceed.
"Oh," she said, pausing just long enough to wonder at the strange tone she said it in. "As I'm sure you are aware, you could have done that from most terminals in the base."
"Yeah, I just wanted to make sure I had some privacy, you know?"
"In that case, I can leave for a few minutes. The code is currently compiling."
"Oh, no. That's okay. I didn't mean..."
"No it is no problem. I will leave you to send your message," the blond cyborg said, getting up and swiftly exiting the room.
Trychon stood there for a moment looking after her. "That couldn't have gone any worse even if it had been a nightmare," the Sith grumbled to himself, sitting down at one of the other consoles.
He turned his mind to the task at hand, typing in the message to Dagus Kolant, the Zabrak mercenary from Talus, instructing him to proceed directly to Tatooine immediately upon receipt of the message and to land at Anchorhead.
"Skip the niceties for now, Falka. Save the sucking up for a time when you've screwed up," Raezyr informed him. Suddenly a thought struck him. "You didn't screw up, did you?"
The two brothers walked straight past the gray-skinned humanoid and he fell in walking alongside them. "No my lords. Everything went according to plan."
"Everything? There were no problems fencing that much aurodium with the Exchange contact?" Trychon asked.
"No Lord Trychon. Everything went as planned. The credits were deposited in the specified Den Var bank accounts."
"Excellent. Raez, if you wouldn't mind going to a secure terminal and checking the balance, then transferring all funds into the secondary accounts before closing that one. It wouldn't do for the Exchange to double cross us and wipe that account clean," Trychon said before turning back to Falka. "You, Captain, please accompany my brother. As soon as he has transferred the credits to the Black Phoenix account, you may begin using it to upgrade and pay off any debts you may have acquired up until this point.
"I have some other business to which I must attend right now. When we've all finished, meet me in my office and we'll discuss the 'Jama the Hutt' situation," the elder Sith instructed.
When the Raezyr and Falka had left, Trychon turned and headed toward the computer-room-slash-comm-center. He was anxious to see the Black Phoenix resident slicer, Haley Stargazer.
His reason for visiting was a professional one, although it was a thin disguise as the message he needed to send could have been done from any number of terminals throughout the base.
Since the two Sith had left here last time, he had thought about the blonde cyborg often. More than often, really, and although he'd tried to convince himself it was purely for professional reasons, he knew it was a bit more than that. They'd shared a pretty personal experience in those desert caves and he knew there was a connection there. At least for him there was.
But had she felt the connection as well? He thought she had, but had pondered that question nevertheless. It was hard to tell with some cyborgs. Many cyborgs only had a replacement appendage and were purely medical in nature, but others lacked any kind of real emotional displays due to the implanted circuitry replacing some of their neurological parts, and in her case, even controlling certain brain functions. He'd know soon enough though.
The Sith warrior rounded a corner and found himself pausing at the door to the main computer room. His heart was beating heavily as he punched in the access code and the door whooshed back into the wall. He stepped in and let it close behind him.
Haley was sitting in her 'command' chair, eyes closed. One might think she was asleep except for the wires running from her occipital and other cranial implants and the fact her cyberneticly augmented hand was moving swiftly across some sort of interface apparatus.
"Greetings, Trychon," she stated flatly. She opened her eyes and glanced over at her guest. "I... trust you are well?" she asked, seemingly not knowing what else to say.
"Uh, hey Haley," Trychon said. This first exchange wasn't really going the way he thought it would, although he hadn't had any real preconceived expectations. He just knew this didn't seem to be it. "What're you doing?" he asked. Stupid question, Trych, he berated himself inwardly. You can see she's programming or something like it.
"I am currently rewriting a section of code for our automated defense grid protocol. It will optimize the response time, increasing it by point oh one three milliseconds," she told him. "Is there something I can assist you with?"
"Uh, no... just need to send this encrypted text only message out," he said, not sure how to proceed.
"Oh," she said, pausing just long enough to wonder at the strange tone she said it in. "As I'm sure you are aware, you could have done that from most terminals in the base."
"Yeah, I just wanted to make sure I had some privacy, you know?"
"In that case, I can leave for a few minutes. The code is currently compiling."
"Oh, no. That's okay. I didn't mean..."
"No it is no problem. I will leave you to send your message," the blond cyborg said, getting up and swiftly exiting the room.
Trychon stood there for a moment looking after her. "That couldn't have gone any worse even if it had been a nightmare," the Sith grumbled to himself, sitting down at one of the other consoles.
He turned his mind to the task at hand, typing in the message to Dagus Kolant, the Zabrak mercenary from Talus, instructing him to proceed directly to Tatooine immediately upon receipt of the message and to land at Anchorhead.
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