RGE Imperial Palace

[Lord Ire]

Listening to the report from Zairon's holo, Ire looks down as Camulus walks out and looks back at Zairon's image and inclines his head. "I'm sure you will have something soon, Executor. Meanwhile, continue to track this murderer and find him. This one I want alive. That is all."

Ire then disconnects the image of Zairon and is greeted by Trixie floating in with a datapad. Ire was pleased to see his droid as she hands him the datapad. "Is this the data I asked for?"

"Yes Lord Ire, all previously enlisted men within the Empire before your reign." Trixie says in her synthesized voice. Ire immediately begins to read over the list and almost instantly stops on one service record, a decorated Imperial SpecForce operator with more kills than any other in his branch. As luck would have it, he is listed as still living on Carratos and such a man is someone Ire can use.

"Trixie, have ISB track down this man. I wish to speak to this... Shadow."

"Yes, milord." Trixie says before floating away.

[Lord Zairon]

A message from Zairon again appears.

"My Lord." The hologram bows, "We had lost trail on Tatooine, however Skywalker surprised me by making a request for information about the planet Nagi. Rather than allow Skywalker to beat us to the target I told him we had no information. I suspect the killer went to or is on Nagi based on Skywalker's message. This message is meant to update you and inform you we may have found the target and that we are on our way to check now."

[Lord Ire]

"Thank you Executor; if you find him, keep an eye on him and wait for my orders." Ire says in reply to the holo of Zairon before cutting off communication.

[shadow]

The Valkryie soars across the city of Chofin and approaches the Imperial Palace. Bringing the ship in for a landing at the nearest landing pad, Shadow then shuts down the engines. He stands up and grabbing the unconscious ISB agent by his foot, he starts walking out of the ship, dragging the man behind him. He makes his way through the Palace dragging the guy and comes to a stop before the doors of the Throne Room. Smirking slightly he pushes the doors open and steps into the room. He pulls the man behind him and then drops his foot coming to a stop before Emperor Ire.

"Greetings Emperor. I believe that you sent for me m'lord?" He drops down to one knee and bows his head.

[Lord Ire]

Looking on as Shadow drags, and then drops, the unconscious ISB agent at the foot of the steps to the throne, Ire rises and greets the shadowy assassin who shows proper respect. "Greetings Qui... Shadow." Ire says stopping himself before using Shadow's full and true name. "You've proven your reputation. Those were some of my best agents, you only bring one back alive?"

[shadow]

He chuckles and stands back up looking at Ire. "Your best agents? Hmm, you might want to retrain your remaining agents then Emperor." He looks over his shoulder at the ISB agent lying unconscious and then back at Ire. "You'd prefer he wasn't? I can easily rectify that mistake." He grins behind his mask. "So, down to business. I take it you found my old service record. How could I be of assistance to you since that's obvious why you've summoned me?"

[Lord Ire]

"Some of my best, not my best. Don't put words is my mouth, you should know better." Ire says with a calm tone, he wants to lash out at the insolent assassin butdecides to let this one transgression pass without incident. "I have use for a man of your talents; stealth, cunning and the means to silence those without drawing notice are qualities that should be well rewarded."

Motioning Trixie to fetch some drinks, Ire continues. "I believe there are those within the Empire who might plot against me and I know that not only that you are a true Imperial but that you love the shadow realm of espionage and death. To make my point clear, I wish to buy out your services for the foreseeable future."

[shadow]

Shadow nods his head. "My deepest apologies sire and meant it as no offense." He nods his head listening to Ire. "Why thank you sir, I tend to try to be the best at what I do."

He crosses his arms over his chest and watches as Trixie heads off to get drinks and then looks back at Ire. "So, you feel like there are those in your Empire that would double-cross you? Just let me know what to do and I'll take care of it for you m'lord." He nodded his head. "I once worked for the Empire before your reign, and I'll work for the glory of the Empire once more."

He then pauses and then continues. "There is one matter that I do need to finish taking care of first. I wonder sire, have you heard of the Jedi Master Nick Cousland? Well, the Jedi is married and has two children. I was assigned three years ago to kill his wife. She was poisoned but apparently he kept her in a cryogenic state until he successfully cured her. I need to finish her and the little brats off."

[Lord Ire]

"Hmmm, you are a devious one aren't you?" Ire asks of Shadow's wish to finish a job against a Jedi. "You will have your chance soon enough I feel, there is a growing darkness in the galaxy that needs to fester slightly more before you should strike that particular blow. You do understand that we shall not strike too soon?"

Trixie approaches with two cups of Ti'haar and Ire takes one from her and sips it, the glass disappearing into the shadowy veil of his face. "I will allow you to do so in good time, but I have my own private plans for the Jedi that shall soon come to fruition."

[shadow]

Shadow smiles behind the mask and nods his head. "That I am my lord. Yes, I have felt this disturbance growing in the Force. This maniac killer attacking planets." He shakes his head in disgust. "Not being very subtle is he? Oh well, I've waited three years to finish this job, what's more time?"

When Trixie brings the two glasses of ti'haar, he pulls up the hood of his cloak and removes the mask, and slips it into his pack on his belt. He takes a small sip from it and looks at Ire. "So, plans against the Jedi huh? Sounds intriguing." He nods his head. "I'll wait then on the Couslands until whenever you deem the time is right. So, what should I do now sire?"

[Lord Ire]

"I'll get to that shortly." Ire says before walking a few feet away and sending a message to a field agent before turning back and facing Shadow again. "I want you to go to Msst, the site of a recent fight between the RGE and a rouge admiral, inform the government there that the Imperial instilation there is still just that and that they will fall under Imperial rule or die. Is that clear."

[shadow]

He nods his head understanding. "Head to Msst and enforce Imperial rule. Understood. Do I take anything with me or just use my own personal assault ship?" He asks puting his mask back on over his face. He then smirks. "I've heard about that battle that took place there. It was screaming all over the holonet news."

[Inquisitor Camulus]

The Silent Death comes in for a landing at the northern landing platform of the Palace. Shutting down the engines, Camulus and Sam both exit the ship and head into the Palace. Once outside the throne room, Camulus pauses a moment sensing someone else inside with the Emperor. He shakes his head and pushes the doors open and steps inside.


"You sent for me my Emperor?" He asks approaching the throne. As he's walking, he studies the new person before him.

[Lord Ire]

"Take the Chiss Destroyers from Shadow Fleet with you, their cloaking devices will be of great help to you." Ire says to Shadow before Camulus walks in. He then walks towards the Inquisitor and motions for Camulus to come closer.

"Inquisitor, come close I have good news for you. I have decided to expand the Empire by leaps and bounds. We are going to solidify the Empire's might in this galaxy. I want you to officially announce that Ruusan is now a friend of the Empire, you are still in control there correct?"

[Kevin Kenobi]

*Kevin gets up and heads to his room. He packs up his gear and straps on his blaster pistol to his hip and his vibroblade to his back. He clips his lightsaber to his belt, grabs his pack then heads to his ship and takes off for his mission.*