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Whither Routhe

Senator_Cambrist

Date: Monday, 07 Jun 2010, 1:26 PM | Message # 1

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An E-3PO droid bumbled into Riley's Cantina in the Senate district on Coruscant. Despite the name of the establishment, it was more of a pub than a cantina. It was clean, classy, and its patrons were fairly upscale. It was just past the lunch hour, and the place had become quiet. A number of heads did turn, however, as the droid entered; even on Coruscant, droids were frowned upon in dining establishments if for no other reason than because they took up space and didn't eat or drink anything and, thus, turned no profit for the bar. But no one seemed to mind it for now, since it was apparent from the droid's demeanor that it had come to meet someone—a Mr. Bryce Routhe, who had promised Senator Cambrist that he had information of great import.

Cambrist was doubtful, and the fact that he had sent a mere droid as a courier would no doubt convey this. There would be no doubt, however, to Routhe or whatever his name was that the droid was here representing the Senator; it gleaming plates were a deep green with silver trim—the colors of House Cambrist. It also bore the House's coat of arms on its breast, where a lapel might otherwise be. It held an attache case in one hand and glanced about the room with seeming impatience, waiting for the man to identify himself. When he did, the droid would take a seat and hear him out.

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Date: Monday, 07 Jun 2010, 1:54 PM | Message # 2

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Routhe beckoned from the back of the room, where he sat in a small corner booth. He was a small man, spectacled with messy hair that stuck out on all sides, looking rather like a younger Einstien. He had a habit of glancing around nervously every few seconds, an item that likely made the other patrons give him odd looks in return. Yet, he was alone.

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Date: Monday, 07 Jun 2010, 2:03 PM | Message # 3

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The droid fumbled awkwardly for a long moment to fit itself in the booth, then seemed to regain its dignity. It confirmed that the man was, in fact, Bryce Routhe. It then informed him as a formality that their conversation could, potentially, be retrieved from the droid's memory banks at a later time, but that only Senator Cambrist had the authority to do so. With that out of the way, it asked (rather curtly, for a protocol droid—perhaps it had inherited its demeanor from its master?) for the information that Routhe had spoken of.

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Date: Monday, 07 Jun 2010, 2:16 PM | Message # 4

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Routhe nodded vigorously to what the droid said, then took a look around before leaning forwards, speaking low so as not to be overheard.

"They say he works for the Hutt Cartel. I've never seen him. Nobody but the highest see him. They say its the second coming of Black Sun, or worse. I just know they call him the Shadowlord. I hear he knows Sith sorcery and he used it to enslave a Jedi... I don't know which. I've been on the run for two weeks now and they keep getting closer.

"Look, you have to stop him...he's bending everyone to his will... I... I have to leave."

Routhe took a nervous look around and then set a small hat on his head before making his way quickly to the door.

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Date: Monday, 07 Jun 2010, 2:35 PM | Message # 5

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Illogical, E-3PO noted as its photoreceptors followed the man's abrupt exit from the pub. If the droid was curious, and if, for that matter, its feet could carry it fast enough, it would undoubtedly go after the man and attempt to find out more. But it was not curious; it had been told to take delivery of the man's information, and it had done so—incomplete though that information was. No matter. The droid would relay it dutifully to its owner. It left Riley's Cantina a moment after Routhe, and made its way back in the direction of the Senate office building.