A slight noise of tapping filled the room, the impatience, or the patients becoming worn thin was clear. Moff Verilia's fingers tapped across his desk as he sat in his office on the flagship of the Cadavine Sector, the Imperial Star Destroyer Verilia. He was waiting for results now, a survey team having been dispatched down to the planet of Eos to search for what he knew was there. It was a molten world much like Mustafar, and during the years leading up to the Clone Wars it had a Droid Factory and Foundry on the world. One that was destroyed by a group of pirates, yet the buildings still remained, lifeless for all these years. Moff Verilia had his own ideas on mind, it couldnt hurt to have a handful of droids around, even more so when they were ICS droids that he could destroy and claim the reward for. A Moff protecting his people on the fringes of civilization from the barbarianism of the ICS that sought to destroy the Empire merely because of a simple little dispute. It was at that moment that a small beeping began to fill his office, his hand pressing against it and opening the communications. "Sir, its here." The Moff pulled his hand away as he smirked and spoke up. "Good, begin immediate repairs to the facilities." He pressed the button as the com shut off before he stood from his seat. Moving around the table as he approached the viewing screen in front of him. His eyes resting on the planet below as he crossed his arms behind his back. "Its time for the ICS to see some new light."
