Public A Harsh Lesson

[Marcus Voss]

Location: Unknown Region
Tags: Laphisto | Xitli Sacul

Marcus waited patiently as the Chico's captain spoke over the communications line, though a bit annoyed at the ships condition. He didn't want to keep the prisoners on his own ship. Just then he heard Captain Owen's voice over the line, and Marcus's annoyance was replaced with relief. He nodded to Captain Sandor to respond.

"Copy that Agenda, we'll dock with your ship as soon as we jettison the skipray. If possible, we'd like to conduct interrogations on your ship, as we have specialised interrogators on board." That was close enough to the truth, Marcus, as an Imperial Agent, was trained for this work. Not to mention his ability to weed out lies with the Force.

He left the cockpit to return to the main area of the ship. "Inquisitor, we have everything from the skipray. We are jettisoning it as we speak." One of his operatives came up and said. He nodded in acknowledgement, and the skipray was released from the ship, to drift in space. They had no use for it after all. The ship then charted its course to the Conquerer's Agenda, and began the docking process.

Marcus waited at the doorway to the docking tube, two columns of 5 men behind him, and the prisoners in shackles along side them. The two supposed 'hostages' of the pirates were next to one of the guards. The rest of his soldiers would remain on the ship. Marcus adjusted his mask, and swept his cloak to block his lightsabers.

It was time for him to make an introduction.
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[Xitli Sacul]

Xitli looked at Captain Owen, he was suspicious. Allowing a unknown element to assist with repairs, was just as likely to surrender Avali technology to a foreign power.

"Thank you for the offer." He replied, turning to the confiscated items. Blue slated data pads, communicators, and a couple pieces of contraband. Nothing immediately concerning, having spies amongst his staff was expected.

His father had already advised him as much, but never had he expected one to try and kill him. He shook his head discarding some equipment, brushing aside some paperwork to find Telene's control circuit.

Telene hadn't contacted him yet, that was unlike her. He reached for his communicator, trying to raise Telene. Again no answer.

His concern was growing, and that perhaps was the biggest factor in his final answer. The admiralty be damned. "I accept. Anything in exchange?"

Xitli turned his head, hearing the sound of another ship docking. Most likely hosting a boarding party from the Imperials, that unnerved him. He took the circuit into his claws, grasping it firmly.

It gave him a bad feeling, either someone had left this here for him or Telene was involved.

Xitli slowly left the room, scanning the corridor until he saw the uniformed officers and cloaked individual approaching with familiar authority. They appeared to have prisoners, and two others.

Raising to his full height he watched them approach barely holding back a snarl directed at the pirates. Assuming the cloaked individual to he the leader, he hissed, "Greetings. I am Xitli."

Laphisto | Marcus Voss

 

[Laphisto]

owen would shake his head at the request of something in exchange for his help " no nothing at all, we are here to assist nothing more, ill have a team assembled and sent into your ship to search for any survivors that may be trapped"

with his arms crossed his attention would turn to the sounds of the ship docking with the agenda. his comlink blinking the voice on the other side speaking once answered " sir the prophet has docked with the agenda lieutenant Fenn is there to greet them. " looking up the avali Owen would gesture towards the door leading them out of the armory and down towards the airlock. where nine soldiers were waiting. the moment the doors opened and Marcus came marching in with his men Owen would give the man a small subtle nod

" greetings i am Captian owen of the agenda. it is a pleasure to make your acquaintance lieutenant fenn can help escort the prisoners to the brig, I'm sure there is a lot to be discussed." Owen seemed slightly uneasy in the presence of imperials, after all, he had known them as an enemy for a long time when he was with the Galactic alliance. instinctively Owen's mechanical hand would reach up grabbing at his old dog tags, pushing them under his shirt and out of view.


Xitli Sacul Marcus Voss

 

[Marcus Voss]

Location: Unknown Region
Tags: Laphisto | Xitli Sacul

Marcus carefully observed the individuals as he approached them, flanked by his personal ISB security detail. Slowly he reached out with the force, trying to ascertain the threat those before him presented should things get messy. Not much an Inquisitor couldn't handle.

"Greetings Captain, I am Agent Marcus Voss, of the Imperial Security Bureau. Greetings to you too, Xitli." Marcus's voice boomed through his mask. Still cautious of the situation, he felt the familiar sensation of cool metal against his hand, hidden beneath his cloak. His lightsaber hummed with the anticipation of conflict, though Marcus knew better.

"Agent's Curios and Exeter, escort the prisoners to the brig with the Lieutenant, keep on eye on them, I want them questioned within the hour." He turned his gaze towards the supposed hostages, disdain hidden beneath his mask, he didn't buy it, and he certainly didn't like being aboard some random Captains ship.

(OOC: Just continuing this for fun, no need for any of yall to continue it if you dont want to)
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