D O M I N U S
DREV'STARN - BOTHAWUI
Project DREAD.
Long before the birth of the modern Alliance - and even the recently-fallen Confederacy - a covenant was made. A warrior, seeking to augment his might, contracted the genius of a Kaminoan scientist. Together, the first generation of a dangerous brood came into being. Together, Isley once tightened his fist about the Southern Systems. Yet, fate had other plans. His creations rebelled and scattered about the stars. He was forced to explore other avenues - and so the second Confederacy was born in accordance to this new vision. The scientist disappeared from his view. The covenant broken.
Until he heard the whispers.
Though his southern ambitions now laid in ruins, he yet had an ear to the ground. Yet had the loyalties of his most trusted. And with these, he was able to sniff out a certain reality. The scientist, over the course of many years, had settled in the the Galactic Alliance. Isley did not know the extent of her research, or if Project DREAD had fallen into the Light's hands. What he did learn was that their covenant was also broken. The Kaminoan was on the run - and with each step, she was spilling secrets to the highest bidder. Alliance secrets. Potentially his own.
This posed a threat to the Sith Lord. One that required personal intervention.
Thus, the hooded figure stood above the Bothan Skyline. Atop a skycraper, his vision zoomed forth through his helm's features. Across the divide, he could see another building - characterized by tinted windows and armed security roaming the floors. The target had taken steps to protect herself, of course. No matter. Now, Isley could go in fast and loud - in such a way that would have made his Mandalorian roots proud. But discretion was required. He needed to know what exactly was being leaked, and to whom. He needed to know that the project remained hidden.
Therefore, he waited - hooded and standing amongst the shadows - for the right moment.
Project DREAD.
Long before the birth of the modern Alliance - and even the recently-fallen Confederacy - a covenant was made. A warrior, seeking to augment his might, contracted the genius of a Kaminoan scientist. Together, the first generation of a dangerous brood came into being. Together, Isley once tightened his fist about the Southern Systems. Yet, fate had other plans. His creations rebelled and scattered about the stars. He was forced to explore other avenues - and so the second Confederacy was born in accordance to this new vision. The scientist disappeared from his view. The covenant broken.
Until he heard the whispers.
Though his southern ambitions now laid in ruins, he yet had an ear to the ground. Yet had the loyalties of his most trusted. And with these, he was able to sniff out a certain reality. The scientist, over the course of many years, had settled in the the Galactic Alliance. Isley did not know the extent of her research, or if Project DREAD had fallen into the Light's hands. What he did learn was that their covenant was also broken. The Kaminoan was on the run - and with each step, she was spilling secrets to the highest bidder. Alliance secrets. Potentially his own.
This posed a threat to the Sith Lord. One that required personal intervention.
Thus, the hooded figure stood above the Bothan Skyline. Atop a skycraper, his vision zoomed forth through his helm's features. Across the divide, he could see another building - characterized by tinted windows and armed security roaming the floors. The target had taken steps to protect herself, of course. No matter. Now, Isley could go in fast and loud - in such a way that would have made his Mandalorian roots proud. But discretion was required. He needed to know what exactly was being leaked, and to whom. He needed to know that the project remained hidden.
Therefore, he waited - hooded and standing amongst the shadows - for the right moment.
