None Could Escape

[Zef Halo]

LORD ADJUDICATOR'S OFFICE
BASTION

Leaving Corondex Arms in the trusted hands of his second to seek greater power in the ranks of the Sith Empire, Vitor did not expect to be once again, more or less, working in an office. Nonetheless, it was certainly a level of power above his position as co-founder and CEO of the arms trading company.

He was now the Lord Adjudicator. Head of The High Court.

Controlling justice. That was real power.

Lately, Avendahl had been mainly focused in the hunt for the Butcher of Mirial. The persons responsible for the Wall of Light unleashed upon the capital city. While many other Sith were also focused on laying justice upon the Jedi guilty of this, Vitor was spearheading it all.

None could escape the grasp of The Court.

A common saying among citizens of the Sith Empire.

A saying the Jedi would soon learn to repeat.

"Let him in." The doors of his office would slide open for [member="Koda Fett"] revealing a very simple and practical office with no needless decoration or design.

Very akin to Vitor's personality.

 

[Lemon]

Koda Fett​

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Bastion​

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The Bounty Hunter known as Koda Fett had arrived on Bastion with the intent of claiming his reward. The hard yards had been put in, despite them being relatively easy bar the battle of words he had to undertake in order to ascertain the right information. Bastion was a planet he was yet to visit, in truth he had no real reason to. No bounties were hiding out on the Sith Capital, that would be a foolish mistake. Fett was rather indifferent to the Sith, they were just the evil variant to the Jedi, but nobody had ever paid him to take their scalps. When Koda arrived on Bastion he was looked at with disgusted eyes, a Bounty Hunter wasn't much of a site here apparently, all he could do was play their game - stare back with the intimidating look the Mandalorian Helmet provided - it's battle-scarred nature extending his caliber of soldier and hunter. He was no fool, truly a professional.

The Head of the High Cout was not who Fett expected to meet, instead a lackey that would hand him his payment after delivering the required information. It's true, none could escape from Fett's clutches, to the ends of the galaxy he would chase his quarry. A brief period of waiting was administered as he stood there with his carbine slung over his shoulder, the two large doors opened and he was ushered inside. Coming face to visor with the Head of the High Court, Vitor Avendahl. In Fett's right hand rested a Datapad of sorts, extending that arm, offering to the Sith Lord. "Summary of Silver Jedi actions from their perspective, confirming that Arisa Yune is the 'Butcher of Mirial'. Helmet footage of an interrogation, and their encrypted communication channels." During his little interrogation with the Jedi he captured she asked why he kept his helmet on, this was why. Every bit of evidence helped.

[member="Vitor Avendahl"]

 

[Zef Halo]

The Mandalorian entered the office. Calm and collected, as Avendahl would've expected of him. He'd researched the hunter and he matched the stories.

Without a word, Vitor took the datapad from Koda's hands and inserted into the computer before him. He pulled a small stick from his desk's drawer and put it inside the computer. It was a state of the art software capable of distinguishing if a material has been 'edited' in some way.

The material was alright. Nothing altered, nothing touched.

Fett had done his job.

Quickly tapping a few buttons he transferred all the information on an encrypted line to no one else but [member="Darth Saarai"].

"Good job." Vitor commented. He pulled a transparent chip from his drawer and pushed it forward on the desk towards Koda Fett. "250k credits. Your hunting permit in Sith-Imperial space shall be active from tomorrow."

There was no more to be said.

[member="Koda Fett"]​

 

[Lemon]

This was simple, quick and to the point. Something that the Bounty Hunter had hoped for. As the transparent chip was placed down onto the table, he waited for the Sith Lord to finish up what he had to say, offering a slow courteous nod before grabbing it and placing it into one of the many pouches that rest idly one his belt. "We're done here then." The Bounty Hunter commented, saying it in such a manner as if it were almost a question. Yet still he turned on his heels and attempted to make his leave. Something about this place just didn't feel right, and it only felt more wrong as time went by - even for a non-force user, his gut instinct told him to leave whilst he could.

[member="Vitor Avendahl"]