Darth Ilyena stood on the boarding ramp of her H-type Nubian Star Yacht, her face a rounded marble statue of calm. Her beaming orange eyes looked around the devoid hangar before her, scanning for anyone or anything that could be of use to her, when she found nothing she slowly descended the ramp, each footstep echoing in the cavernous hangar bay, as if it was the first sounds anyone had heard hear for a long time. As she reached the bottom of the ramp a door slid open directly opposite her. Immediately Ilyena's eyes shot up towards it.
From behind the door appeared a protcol droid, it shuffled along in a hurry, as if it was rushing to get to her. For a moment Ilyena stopped and watched it, eyes fixed on the silver machine.
“Welcome to Void Station My Lady, please follow me.”
The Droid spoke in a monotone and Ilyena simply returned a curt nod in answer to it. Quickly the automaton turned about on its heel, rushing back towards the door with Ilyena hot on its heel.
The Queen of Rattatak remained silent the entire time, asking no questions of the droid. She knew why she was here, she knew what she wanted and she knew what she would be given. Void Station long ago had been home to an information broker, a man who was said to have known everything and had a hand in it all. A man who could find anything...or anyone. It was now said that this man or perhaps woman had returned, come back to ply his craft once more.
Of course Ilyena knew that was ludicrous, the first man was likely long dead. What she did know however was that the person now here had the same skills and resources as the old, and that meant they would be a useful tool to have, a tool that she wanted.
A slight smile split her face, she always got what she wanted.
From behind the door appeared a protcol droid, it shuffled along in a hurry, as if it was rushing to get to her. For a moment Ilyena stopped and watched it, eyes fixed on the silver machine.
“Welcome to Void Station My Lady, please follow me.”
The Droid spoke in a monotone and Ilyena simply returned a curt nod in answer to it. Quickly the automaton turned about on its heel, rushing back towards the door with Ilyena hot on its heel.
The Queen of Rattatak remained silent the entire time, asking no questions of the droid. She knew why she was here, she knew what she wanted and she knew what she would be given. Void Station long ago had been home to an information broker, a man who was said to have known everything and had a hand in it all. A man who could find anything...or anyone. It was now said that this man or perhaps woman had returned, come back to ply his craft once more.
Of course Ilyena knew that was ludicrous, the first man was likely long dead. What she did know however was that the person now here had the same skills and resources as the old, and that meant they would be a useful tool to have, a tool that she wanted.
A slight smile split her face, she always got what she wanted.
