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OOM: No good deed goes unpunished.
Mar. 21st, 2014 02:20 pm(OOC: Some lines taken from canon.)
Ibani has been on Dromund Kaas for only two days when a man approaches her while she's sitting in a quiet, out of the way alcove.
He smiles pleasantly. "Already, you move through the Citadel as if it is yours. No wonder Inquisitor Urinth recommended you to Us as an infiltrator." Ibani curses Inquisitor Urinth silently in the depths of her mind as she notices a curious lack of ambient noise. Someone wants this meeting to go unheard.
"You flatter me," she replies, keeping her body language relaxed. Khem is close by, far better at hiding than anyone would likely believe. "Might I inquire as to who Inquisitor Urinth recommended me to?"
"I am the apprentice and voice of Darth Charnus," he replies. Oh, that's not good. Not good at all. Darth Charnus is the right hand of Darth Decimus, Dark Lord and head of the Sphere of Military Stategy. "I speak in his name, and I would bargain for your services."
Ibani has a feeling that outright refusal would be bad for her health. "I am willing to bargain, but as an apprentice I must serve my own Master first."
The Apprentice nods. "I require an individual capable of gaining prestige in a society weaned on secrecy and madness. Individuals who can earn...respect, if not love." That sounds like the Sith Order to Ibani, but she's not foolish enough to say that aloud. "These heretics call themselves the Order of Revan. They are followers of a long dead Sith lord tainted by Jedi ways, and they have hidden themselves in every stratum of Imperial Society for years."
A Sith lord "tainted" by Jedi ways? What does that mean? Could, could they have been like her, wanting to reform the Sith Order? Ibani ruthlessly squashes the sudden, strange feeling of hope that begins to stir at that thought. She cannot afford to believe that she's not alone in this, not yet.
"And what do you wish me to do about this cult?"
The apprentice smiles sharply. "I want you to join it. Join these heretics, get them to trust you, and bring me the identity of their leader." He proffers a strange metal token, carved with geometric shapes. "There is a camp out in the jungle. Give this to whoever greets you there and they will think you an already vetted candidate for their madness."
Ibani has been on Dromund Kaas for only two days when a man approaches her while she's sitting in a quiet, out of the way alcove.
He smiles pleasantly. "Already, you move through the Citadel as if it is yours. No wonder Inquisitor Urinth recommended you to Us as an infiltrator." Ibani curses Inquisitor Urinth silently in the depths of her mind as she notices a curious lack of ambient noise. Someone wants this meeting to go unheard.
"You flatter me," she replies, keeping her body language relaxed. Khem is close by, far better at hiding than anyone would likely believe. "Might I inquire as to who Inquisitor Urinth recommended me to?"
"I am the apprentice and voice of Darth Charnus," he replies. Oh, that's not good. Not good at all. Darth Charnus is the right hand of Darth Decimus, Dark Lord and head of the Sphere of Military Stategy. "I speak in his name, and I would bargain for your services."
Ibani has a feeling that outright refusal would be bad for her health. "I am willing to bargain, but as an apprentice I must serve my own Master first."
The Apprentice nods. "I require an individual capable of gaining prestige in a society weaned on secrecy and madness. Individuals who can earn...respect, if not love." That sounds like the Sith Order to Ibani, but she's not foolish enough to say that aloud. "These heretics call themselves the Order of Revan. They are followers of a long dead Sith lord tainted by Jedi ways, and they have hidden themselves in every stratum of Imperial Society for years."
A Sith lord "tainted" by Jedi ways? What does that mean? Could, could they have been like her, wanting to reform the Sith Order? Ibani ruthlessly squashes the sudden, strange feeling of hope that begins to stir at that thought. She cannot afford to believe that she's not alone in this, not yet.
"And what do you wish me to do about this cult?"
The apprentice smiles sharply. "I want you to join it. Join these heretics, get them to trust you, and bring me the identity of their leader." He proffers a strange metal token, carved with geometric shapes. "There is a camp out in the jungle. Give this to whoever greets you there and they will think you an already vetted candidate for their madness."
