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Meeting with Savrek Eclipse
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| M-3PO | Date: Wednesday, 14 Mar 2012, 9:01 PM | Message # 1 |
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| Bescane was far-removed from everywhere. It was more desirable than Tatooine with respect to its climate only, which was cool and temperate. But the foundries that covered Bescane's surface had destroyed its environment, so it was still able to compete for the spot farthest from "the bright center of the galaxy," if not in distance than in spirit. But for two reasons, it was a logical place for this meeting; first and foremost, it was located in the semi-autonomous Velcar Free Commerce Zone, and even though stormtroopers could be seen on the streets, everyone knew it was Galentro Heavy Works that really controlled Bescane. It was neutral enough ground that Savrek Eclipse, mercenary and pirate, should feel comfortable meeting with a representative of Imperial Intelligence.
The second reason was that the Arcade Omicron, the most popular cantina on the planet in the charmingly-named city of Lumchugger's Hub, had private booths with scenic replicators, insulated from noise and eavesdropping. Patrons used these scenic replicators to project soothing images of beaches or forests or, for the more base of the patrons, harem scenes with bountiful amounts of pornography. M-3PO sat alone in one of these booths on one side of a table, waiting for Savrek to enter. It hadn't been easy for a droid to get inside a bar frequented mostly by the industrial workers of Bescane who feared that droids would replace them in the planet's foundries, but M-3PO possessed enough impressive-sounding clearances to get a booth to itself.
Savrek would find the droid seated with mechanically good posture. If it were a human, it would probably be uncomfortable. "I am scanning you for communications and recording devices, Mr. Eclipse," M-3PO greeted him with none of the pleasantry that other 3PO droids were known for. "If you have any, please leave them outside of the booth."
Savrek would have been contacted a couple of weeks earlier, the anonymous message—hosted on a highly-secure Imperial server, as Savrek would've noticed—contained quite a lot of knowledge of his criminal record, as well as acts of piracy he'd not been caught for. It promised him steady work for a lot of money if he wanted it, and if he agreed to meet on Bescane in 352 hours, which happened to be about how long it'd take him to get there if he left that night or the next morning. In other words, 'We know who you are, we know where you are, and we want to talk to you.'
The message also implied that the Empire's memory of his criminal misdeeds would be short if he agreed.
M-3PO "Emthree"
Imperial Intelligence
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| Savrek_Eclipse | Date: Wednesday, 14 Mar 2012, 9:20 PM | Message # 2 |
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| Being reminded of his previous deeds wasn't one thing that Savrek enjoyed, and having the Empire do it was even more of a problem. So imagine his dislike when he was forced to drag himself all the way out to Bescane to meet an Imp that had all that information was much more of a displeasure. He wasn't one for recording devices, so being requested to get rid of them before he sat down was useless. Savrek slid into the booth, lounging in it and letting out a heavy sigh as he looked at the droid that was sitting in front of him. "So then, what's this all about. The Empire cant capture me so they come to me to offer me a job." He questioned as he had already motioned one of the staff to bring him a drink which he ran his hand along the rim of the glass, waiting to see what this entire thing was about as he waited now. His other hand rested on the pistol that sat on his hip, the weapon already aimed up and pointed at the droid under the table.
Savrek Eclipse
Eclipse Anti-Alien League
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| M-3PO | Date: Wednesday, 14 Mar 2012, 9:30 PM | Message # 3 |
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| One wouldn't think that the blaster pointed at M-3PO, an innocent-looking protocol droid, would be necessary, but one would be wrong--it had been modified for Intelligence use, including concealed weapons as well as sensors and a sophisticated communications suite. It was the latter of these that let the droid manipulate the scenic replicator; as soon as the bartender deposited Savrek's drink and left them, the lighting in the booth would shift as the holographic projector rendered it a far more spacious office, its windows boasting an impressive view of Imperial Center in the afternoon (it was night on Bescane). Suddenly, the table appeared to be a desk of spartan Imperial design, and M-3PO now appeared even more out of place seated behind it. The droid sounded out of place too, as it "spoke" in a somewhat shrill human male voice...
M-3PO "Emthree"
Imperial Intelligence
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| Yeorg_Olsen | Date: Wednesday, 14 Mar 2012, 9:38 PM | Message # 4 |
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| Captain, my name is Olsen. This is my "office," or a reasonable approximation thereof. I won't waste your time—I'm with Imperial Intelligence, and I have need of the sort of service you provide. As you're aware from the message we sent you, we do know what sort of service that is, but I'm not here to have you arrested. I'm not "here" at all, as it happens, but I am making you an offer; do some work for us on a confidential basis, and you'll be paid above the market rate for this sort of thing in the currency of your choice and you'll have freedom of movement in Imperial space. Any and all outstanding warrants against you will be de-prioritized.
I think you have a sense now of how important this is to us, but I don't intend to go on about it if you're not interested. Are you, Captain?
Yeorg Olsen
Deputy Director (and Auditor General) of Imperial Intelligence
Chief of the Bureau of Operations
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| Savrek_Eclipse | Date: Wednesday, 14 Mar 2012, 9:47 PM | Message # 5 |
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| Savrek rolled his eyes as he leaned back, the pistol still leveled at the droid as they sat in the booth. "Holograms and tricks. I still have a pistol leveled at the droid" He looked over his shoulder before looking back. Having his entire portfolio of work pulled on him and hung over his head wasn't a likable situation either. "You know, things were easier before the Empire. Ever wonder why no one in the Outer Rim likes you. At least with the Republic they knew not to stick their noses in the Rim." Savrek let his pistols aim slowly drop. "If we're doing this I want papers, documents to show that I'm working for the Empire and anything I hit, take, sell or even turn over to you is from the Empire's say so."
Savrek Eclipse
Eclipse Anti-Alien League
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| Yeorg_Olsen | Date: Wednesday, 14 Mar 2012, 10:13 PM | Message # 6 |
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| I'm disliked by all the right people, Captain. And this isn't a trick—it's a more suitable environment for a meeting, or as close to one as you can get with a criminal record as long as yours. Either way, I'd have thought the money would be enough for you, and the freedom of movement an extra amenity. I can't promise you documents. Not real ones, at least. You'll be unsurprised to know, Captain, that the Empire's not about to make your piracy easier for you, unless you're doing it for us. But we can make your life easier, so you can walk down a street on a civilized planet without being arrested on sight. And with your warrants de-prioritized, you'll be able to operate free of suspicion, at least.
And who knows? If you do as well for us as you've done for yourself, I may be able to get you documents. Stranger things have happened—I heard a Gungan speak in a complete sentence once. (Granted, the sentence was "Please, don't kill me"). But I digress.
Captain, I will be blunt. You're considerably under my radar. The only reason I'm speaking with you personally is that this mission is important to us, and if you don't want to be useful to us on our terms, someone else will. And if you're not useful to us, knowing as much as you already do Imperial Intelligence will have an interest in putting a most final end to your operations, and your life. The choice is clear, Captain.
Yeorg Olsen
Deputy Director (and Auditor General) of Imperial Intelligence
Chief of the Bureau of Operations
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| Savrek_Eclipse | Date: Wednesday, 14 Mar 2012, 10:38 PM | Message # 7 |
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| "I've heard a Gungan talk in a full sentence too, you dont give them enough credit, though you Imps never give enough credits to any species other than human, so it's not surprising that, that Relius fellow on Naboo is having such a hard time." Savrek couldn't help but laugh at the thought. "There are few out there in my line of work that would willingly work for the Empire. It doesn't help much if all I'm being given is a promise that my warrants wont be looked at and that I'll be able to walk down the street of a civilized world as you called it, though I find myself more in the Outer Rim than anywhere else. I'll work for the Empire, I just want to make sure that this is going to be in the best interest of my crew, I cant work for the Imps if my crew is going to get screwed over in the end."
Savrek finished his drink before slowly moving the glass in a circle on the bottom rim of the glass, letting the icecube slowly spin in the cup. "Now then, what is this mission, and these terms better be something I can agree on."
Savrek Eclipse
Eclipse Anti-Alien League
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| Yeorg_Olsen | Date: Thursday, 15 Mar 2012, 0:21 AM | Message # 8 |
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| That's a touching soliloquy, Captain, but setting your racial theories aside for a moment, we have business to discuss, yes? First of all, I suspect "the best interest of your crew" is to quit piracy and find real jobs, but rest assured we won't cheat them or treat them as any more expendable than they are. This isn't COMPNOR or the ISB, Captain. We're not political, we're Imperial Intelligence and our word is good; if it wasn't good, no one would work for us. Your crew will be well-compensated and they won't be asked to do anything that can't be done. That should be good enough for them.
So, the mission. You're going to be provided with a letter of marque convincingly from the government of Monor II—fraudulent, naturally—authorizing you to raid and plunder ships belonging to Druckenwell to your heart's content, and that's what you're to do, waving that letter of marque around like a flag. Nevermind "why," just do as much damage as you can to Druckenwell's commercial shipping in the vicinity of Monor II and, if possible, hit that space station in orbit too.
Yeorg Olsen
Deputy Director (and Auditor General) of Imperial Intelligence
Chief of the Bureau of Operations
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| Savrek_Eclipse | Date: Thursday, 15 Mar 2012, 9:15 PM | Message # 9 |
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| Savrek rolled his eyes as he set the glass down before standing up and brushing himself off. "You ever think that people dont like the Empire because you keep messing with everyone's business and pushing yourself into where you dont belong" With that said he stepped towards the door for the booth and pushed it open, stepping out of the holographic display of the booth. A few moments later he stepped out into the street and began to walk down the path, soon enough disappearing out of sight as he left the world.
Savrek Eclipse
Eclipse Anti-Alien League
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| Yeorg_Olsen | Date: Friday, 16 Mar 2012, 5:54 PM | Message # 10 |
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| The document that Savrek would be presented with would read as follows.
LETTER OF MARQUE AND REPRISAL
1. On this day the Priest-Prince Wroteth the WORD, and His WORD is Thus:
2. His Most Holy Majesty Priest Prince AGAPOS IX, Divine Ruler of Monor II, Lord of the Heavens, Charioteer of the Wagon of the Sun, Steersman of the Barque of the Sun, Guardian of the Secret Knowledge, Lord of the Horizon, Keeper of the Way, the Flail of Mercy, the High Born One, the Never Dying King etc
3. Agapos I begat Agapos II who begat Agapos III who begat Agapos IV who begat Agapos V who begat Agapos VI who slew the Demon of Menak and begat Agapos VII who begat Agapos VIII the virile who begat AGAPOS IX who writes to you now.
4. Tremble ye foes of The Maker, for I am AGAPOS, Divine Ruler of Monor II, Lord of the Heavens, Charioteer of the Wagon of the Sun, Steersman of the Barque of the Sun, Guardian of the Secret Knowledge, Lord of the Horizon, Keeper of the Way, the Flail of Mercy, the High Born One, the Never Dying King etc.
5. Let my proclamation be read across the stars.
6. Be it known that Savrek Eclipse, owner of the private vessel The Black Flag, is hereby recognized by AGAPOS IX, Divine Ruler of Monor II, Lord of the Heavens, Charioteer of the Wagon of the Sun, Steersman of the Barque of the Sun, Guardian of the Secret Knowledge, Lord of the Horizon, Keeper of the Way, the Flail of Mercy, the High Born One, the Never Dying King etc. as permitted by Him in the most sacred name of THE MAKER to conduct raids upon ships, cargoes, other properties, etc. belonging to Druckenwell or its people.
7. Savrek Eclipse shall observe all customs of proper conduct of HOLY WAR, as wisely laid down in the BOOK OF CONFLAGRATIONS by Agapos the Blameless in the seventh year of our LORD. Mr. Eclipse shall be entitled to all the proceeds of the aforementioned activities.
8. This letter shall hold in effect for 2 months from its date, when it shall be REVIEWED. If either party is dissatisfied, the contract may be dissolved.
8. Go now, Savrek Eclipse, and bring the MALEDICTIONS and WOES of the GODS, my ANCESTORS, upon Druckenwell, which hath refused the will of The Maker (and treaty obligations) to furnish to his HOLY WORLD of Monor II the ships it hath requested of it. The children of Druckenwell shall starve and its wives shall weep for the fierce destruction of the GODS will be turned upon them. There will be a great moaning and gnashing of teeth on Druckenwell unto the thirtieth generation, none shall be spared the CURSE.
Yeorg Olsen
Deputy Director (and Auditor General) of Imperial Intelligence
Chief of the Bureau of Operations
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