The Red-Skin of Dromund-Kaas

[GhostOfProtocol]

A book lay discarded on the table, dust flying from around it. The table shook underneath as the book came down, a scrap of paper forming a bookmark. Kei Garnik looked up lightly, sick of reading the old story of Dromund-Kaas. Someone had challenged him to read up on the legends of the galaxy, but he never assumed they'd be as boring as they were. Why did he need to care about some random chap called Revan getting enslaved by an emperor who didn't know how to die. The emperor even killed the poor droid, that was slightly harsh. The droid didn't do anything.

Something was interesting him about the legends however. The ship that Reven owned, that had been flown across to Dromund-Kaas. The way it looked, no-one had taken it, the chance was that it was still there over a thousand years later. It wouldn't be in the best condition in the world, he'd have to work and rebuild it, but it'd be there. Well, chances are it'd be there. Metal didn't degrade, thus it wouldn't of degraded. Unless someone had taken it, he had to believe that it was still there.

He stood up, grabbing the book, flicking a few credits to the bartender. He started lightly, heading towards the space port on the rock of Nal Hutta. It was a planet of scum, somewhere that people went to die. Any royal wouldn't last five minutes, a smuggler or someone would of shot them by the time. The space port was the place you went if you wanted a trip to go off record, like this one. Any trip to Dromund-Kaas deserved to go off record, he didn't think anyone would like the fact he was heading out to the place the Sith immigrated.

"I need a pilot"

 

[Julian Valentine]

| [member="Kei Garnik"] |

"You'll be paying upfront," a voice chirped. The man who turned was perhaps in his late twenties, but he looked worse for wear. His hair, once pure darkness, was speckled by a thousand grey hairs, his beard was trimmed but regrowth had come back with fervor. He looked scruffy, but his appearance was not your typical run-of-the-mill cantina goer.

The most notable asset was the two bandoleers that wrapped over his shoulders, crisscrossed at mid-torso and ended in two holsters. The pistols weren't common, custom-made JV-1s. The bandoleer was made of tanned leather, and whatever beast it had come from, its scales adorned his shoulders. A large blue collar hugged his neck, the tunic coming down to his elbows and ended with tinted yellow trimming.

Leather gloves covered his hands and forearms, with a long-sleeve white undershirt underneath his clothes, it came up to his neck and sat under his chin, the cloth wrapped around his throat gently. A thick and sturdy belt clung to his hips, and lastly a short cloak was draped over his back from the reptilian scales on his shoulders. "Julian Valentine," he introduced himself.

 

[GhostOfProtocol]

The pilot in front of him introduced himself, a nod from Kei after. He didn't care about the introduction, he wouldn't be around this man long enough to care. This was a one time thing, nothing else, nothing less. Kei nodded again, blinking. Nal Hutta was the criminal version of heaven, he hated having to say good bye to it. He hated it, but he knew that he'd be back soon enough, he had an apartment to take care of in the center of the city.

"Kei Garnik, pleasure. I'll pay ten thousand now and five thousand when we arrive. This flight stays off the record, no-one knows that we are traveling to Dromund-Kaas" he spoke, his voice dry and crisp. He removed a datachip from his pocket, offering it to the pilot. The bankers tab wrapped around it would be enough to confirm that it was a bank chip with ten thousand galactic credits on it. The first of the payments he would make. He wanted to be sure that he arrived in one peace.

"There are a few men that would enjoy my death"

The door of the docking bay would slide open, four armed thugs stepping through, clearly more on standby. Kei would notice them, nodding to his pilot. "Those would be the men. I would appreciate a quick get away if you don't mind bud. I'm not in the mood to be shot in the head today, what bout you?"

[member="Julian Valentine"]

 

[Julian Valentine]

Kei, huh, Valentine mused over the name. His head snapped to the door as a company of thugs entered. "And even more my own," Valentine remarked. But Valentine was in no rush to leave. Fifteen would cover the trip, but fifteen didn't cover protection. Valentine was expensive, and giving a disdainful look at Kei, such a bloke couldn't afford him. He was the type of bounty hunter corporate giants, fat politicians and angst-ridden Sith Lords hired.

He'd protect the kid anyway, but he wasn't putting his neck out for him, not for fifteen, not even for fifty. He slowly rose from his chair, nodding to the massive Herglic he had been playing Dejarik with, "See you 'round, Fish." He reached over for a bag and swung it over his shoulder. He looked at the thugs, then back to Kei, then to the thugs, then Kei.

"Bloody Mary," he swore quietly. In a flash of motion, reflexes as quick as a cat, Julian had dropped his bag, the twin blasters were already out of their holsters. Pewt! Pewt! Pewt! Pewt! Smoke rose from the blasters vents, the thugs were sent literally flying into the walls, giant holes now occupying where their stomach should be. The smell of burnt flesh wafted towards them.

Just the look of them told Valentine enough that those guys were going to give them trouble, and he didn't want trouble. His fingers spun the pistols and slotted them back in their holsters. The cantina had grown awfully quiet, and then came a squeaking laugh from an Ugnaught in the corner. The typical murmur of the cantina resumed. The pig-like creature ambled up beside Valentine and took up his bag, the bounty hunter said, "C'mon Boltz, we've got cargo to deliver."


| [member="Kei Garnik"] |

 

[GhostOfProtocol]

"So now I owe you my life"

He smiled lightly, nodding. He was ready to leave, ready to leave and hunt down The Ebon Hawk once and for all. He would toss a few credits to the bartender, allowing him to pay a cleaning service on the dead bodies. He kicked a corpse aside as he stepped out into the hanger area, wiping the blood from his shoe out onto the concrete of the floor. He tightened the strap on his backpack lightly, looking around. Slowly, he turned to his pilot.

"Which one of these buckets is yours?"

He pulled a traveling cloak from the backpack, wrapping it around his shoulders. He'd heard stories of Dromund-Kaas, the storm raged planet. It didn't sound nice as a planet, thus Kei wanted to spend as little amount of time on the planet as he could, that was his goal. He wasn't a fan of the idea of being zapped by lightning. It was the type of thing that killed you.


[member="Julian Valentine"]

 

[Julian Valentine]

Valentine made his way past the goons, making sure not to step on them. He may have just sent them to oblivion, but he still had respect for the dead. That was someones son, brother, husband, father. As the spaceport opened up they were welcomed by the sight of an endless series of open domes, each one sporting a different class of freighter. They were looking down onto the domes from a higher gantry.

"That bucket," Valentine lazily pointed. It was an old KR-TB. It was painted as black as night. The wings spanned far out, akin to a hammerhead shark, each wing ending in a large engine. Valentine was fast-approaching, Boltz ran forward to open the hatch. Rather than traditional ramps and ladders, the KR-TB had a hatch and staircase that led into the upper levels.

There was only three floors, one for the entrance, second for living quarters and a prison cell, and the third was the piloting deck. The inside was atrocious, metal grates on the floor were rusted and gnarled. Exposed wires dangled from the ceiling. Not to mention the thin staircases that looked like they would give out at any moment.

"She flies," he said, "Project job, I'm callin' her the Paragon. She's going to be deadly when I'm done with her." He manouvered through the decayed vessel, climbing the steps with gingerly patience, by the time he was in the cockpit the extent of refittings showed. The room was large but barren. A single metal chair, stripped of leather and cushion, served as the pilots chair, with no other chair around. A frayed harness awaited the pilot, and the command console looked to be missing a few buttons. Valentine took a seat and began to buckle himself in.


| [member="Kei Garnik"] |

 

[GhostOfProtocol]

Spoiler

Can make this into a dev thread for your ship as well as The Ebon Hawk if you want, gonna have some time while rp'ly in hyperspace so

Slowly, Kei followed Julian up through the hatch into the bowels of the ship. He wasn't kidding when he stated it was a work in progress, the grates were died brown with rust, most looked sealed shut with the stuff. He ducked under a wire, not sure if it was live or not. A few wires would be live, providing basic power around the ship. He wasn't sure if some of the wires would be connected to others to create a live circuit or not. He chipped some rust from a grate with his foot, sighing as he kicked it away.

"A lick of paint wouldn't go amiss"

He chuckled lightly, climbing the final set of stairs as slowly as he possibly could. He was afraid that one wrong step would be his downfall, he'd fall through and break something important on the lower deck. That or fall through the lower decks, dead once he hit the concrete below. He shivered lightly, stepping into the cockpit. He had no chair, his idea would be to hold the wall and attempt not to die in the process. That would be life.

"Let's get off this rock"

[member="Julian Valentine"]

 

[Julian Valentine]

"Copy that," Valentine sarcastically commented. He began spooling up the hyperdrive while the engines ignited. The ship began to rattle, and they hadn't even taken on. Were one to take a look at Valentines hands on the cycler, they would note his hands were vibrating along with the entire ship. The Ugnaught seemed to get a bit nervous, he cracked open the seal beneath the console and climbed in to see what was causing it. He disappeared within.

He twisted the throttle and shifted the cycler, the KR-TB began to rise, deflector shields flickered to life, sputtering wildly. Julian reassured the man, "These ships aren't called Doomtreaders for no reason, she's just a bit unfit at the moment." The spaceport gave clearance to leave and in a flash of speed, the KR-TB began to accelerate towards orbit, cutting a clear path through clouds and atmosphere.

"I don't care what business you got on Dromund Kaas, but I do need to know that there isn't trouble waiting for me there. I'm only dropping you off because I'm waiting on a contact to call me, I'm not looking to get my head blown off because you're reckless." They penetrated the atmosphere and burst into orbit, before Julian could warn Kei, he hit a switch. Space and time warped, stars in the night sky became elongated white blades that stretched endlessly, and they too seemed to stretch into infinity, and then as quickly as it happened, they vanished into hyperspace.


| [member="Kei Garnik"] |

 

[GhostOfProtocol]

He was liking his pilot already, he already wanted to stab him in the face. No warning on a jump to hyperspace, no warning on anything. Although, Kei liked that he was protecting himself, that was always a good sign in any decent smuggler. Care for yourself before you care for anyone else, the main trait in a perfect smuggler. Kei thought it over for a little while as he slumped against the wall, he knew that the thugs wouldn't catch them once they land, there wasn't anyone else after him.

"By time the thugs show up, both of us will of left the planet. That means that unless you make an enemy with the deck officer, we should be alright once we land." he told the pilot slowly, shaking his head. "We got a good few hours till Dromund-Kaas. I'd be more than willing to go use my mechanical knowledge to go fix up your ship below deck. You ain't gonna be wowing any ladies down there until someone fixes it let's put it that way"

[member="Julian Valentine"]

 

[Julian Valentine]

"I'd appreciate the help, I'm not much of a mechanic myself. Boltz there," he pointed to the opened hatch on the command console, the Ugnaught could be heard inside but couldn't be seen, "Just gives me a shopping list and he does all the installations himself - but I did help with the paint. The pig is a bit too short for that."

"Follow me," Valentine said and rose from his chair after untangling himself from the harness. He gently jogged down the steps, each landing foot produced enough noise that it sounded like a cannon had fired, and it creaked horribly. He landed on the lower gantry and moved for the kitchen that was situated in the hallway. There were three rooms, one of which was a prison cell.

He made a beeline for the heated jug of water and began to make coffee for himself, in-between mixing the milk in he slapped a cigarette in his mouth and lit up. Perhaps Julian was a bit too comfortable in his surroundings, not bothering to ask if Kei needed anything, or didn't mind the smoke. Either way, it was Julians ship, and he was doing the man a favor, even if he was getting paid to do it.

"Tools are on the lower deck," he said as smoke oozed out from between his lips, "We've been meaning to install a modded targeting system for the weapons so we don't have to do as much work, but Boltz has been busy with the 'essentials'," he said using his fingers as quotation marks as though making sure the ship could fly wasn't essential.


| [member="Kei Garnik"] |

 

[GhostOfProtocol]

Spoiler

Don't know if you wanna use this as a transition to Dromund Kaas

It was a simple enough wiring task, one he was happy to undertake. It gave him something to do, something to take his mind off the next few hours of boring hyperspace. He continued down the stairs, grabbing whatever tools he needed once he made the room. He didn't need much, mainly cable ties and a screw driver. It was an easy wiring task, one he was sure he wouldn't need to spend long on. A targeting system was a small deck that you just wired up.

He stepped down to the designated area he was placing this thing, happy to see someone had already placed the system. It hadn't been wired, but someone had placed it, which was fair enough. He'd brought some loose wire down with him, and he nodded, knowing full well the wire coming off the targeting system wouldn't be long enough as it was. He knelt down lightly, taking a small knife from his pocket. He stripped back some of the wire insulation on a scrap line of wire but also on the actual wire on the system. He held them together, a cable tie holding them in place after that.

He unraveled the wire, strolling over to the wall. All the wires that run through the wall would be the perfect place to hook the system up. He unscrewed a grate lightly, stripping back the insulation the wire. He reached into the grate, noting the wire location. It was then a case of playing with the wire, tying it to some of the wire in the wall. Once he was happy that they'd been connected, he cable-tied them together, nodding. He wasn't sure how long the process had taken, he guessed about an hour and half. Dromund-Kaas had to be close.

[member="Julian Valentine"]

 

[Julian Valentine]

Julian spent the time in transition in the kitchen, the mid-deck had become a sauna of cigarette smoke and hot coffee. Every now and again he would make his way to the flight deck, his footsteps heard on every level of the ship, the ship was still performing alright, and Boltz was still somewhere in the console. He had gone quiet, but then he heard crunching and a swallow. The Ugnaught was having a lunch break in there.

Valentine moved back and forth for the next hour and then some, until finally Boltz came looking for him. The Ugnaught had dialed in an exit vector, but he required Julian to pilot as he was the one dropping off Kei. The bounty hunter reluctantly returned to the top gantry, taking his seat in the captains chair. His stomach knotted as he exited hyperspace, and he thought his coffee would come back up for a moment.

The wild blue storm clouds of hyperspace turned into a black void filled by an endless kaleidoscope of stars. A planet loomed before them, predominantly blue with speckles of white clouds and green forestry. "I need a drop-off point," Valentine barked at Kei who was on the lower decks. He would have went down to grab him, but he was manually steering the ship now. He would rather not accidentally glide into space debris.

| [member="Kei Garnik"] |

 

[GhostOfProtocol]

He heard the shouting, climbing the dead stairs up to the bridge. He eyed the window, a few bits of space debris floating past. The planet out front green, the storms of the atmosphere would be a great few minutes to pilot through. He kept his eyes on the planet, crouching lightly next to his pilot as he nodded. He thought for a few seconds before talking once more, thinking about where to ask the pilot to land. He wasn't sure for a few minutes, then it hit him.

"There should be a space port in the capital, Kaas City" he told the pilot, giving a grid reference that could be programmed into any nav computer for the planet. "I'll leave you there with the rest of your credits, plus a tip for speed" he told the pilot again, removing another data chip from his pocket, sliding it into the pilots pocket while he flew through the debris. He was offering a large tip, the data chip read twenty thousand credits, not everything he had but close to everything.

"Be careful on the entry, the atmosphere is one massive storm from what I've been told"

[member="Julian Valentine"]

 

[Julian Valentine]

Just as Kei finished his words, the KR-TB sped for re-entry. Julian was multi-tasking, checking his datapad and nav-computer for information on Kaas City. There were a lot of space ports in Kaas, so he chose the most common. Atmospheric re-entry rattled the Doomtreader, shaking her violently. The outer plates became white-hot and flames licked, then the heat vanished, replaced by a storm of lightning and intense rain.

The rain washed over the viewscreen, making it hard to see anything ten meters in front of them. The ship was shaking horrendously now, the whole chair looked like it was about to be ripped out from the floor. Grates fell from the ceiling, something burst open in a cabin and steam rolled out onto the flight deck. The Ugnaught went running to fix it. A tremendous crash was heard and the staircases gave way. Kei wasn't joking, this was quite the storm.

Kark, Julian thought, no wonder he's paying me extra. His stomach sank again, he commented, "I have a bad feeling about this." His knuckles became pale under strain of holding onto the steering cycler, trying to keep the KR-TB flying. Dark clouds surrounded the transporter, a bolt of lightning streaked down from the heavens and struck the left engine wing. It exploded into a fiery ball, the ship was thrown into a spin, end over end. Thunder rolled over them, the viewscreen cracking.

The gravity generator was keeping them from being thrown about, but the very sight of tumbling was making Julian sick. He felt the coffee come up and it was too late to stop it. A caramel liquid was ejected from his mouth and all over the console. They burst out of the cloud cover, Kaas City was only two kilometers below them, and they were spinning uncontrollably towards her.

| [member="Kei Garnik"] |

 

[GhostOfProtocol]

He saw lightning, the rain thick as they entered atmosphere, starting to die down as they broke cloud cover. The lightning was the worst, catching the engine and starting the fire. Kei grabbed hold of the chair behind Julian as the pilot upchucked his intestines. Kei had to save the ship, his life as well as Julian and Boltz was at risk with one wrong move here. Kei pushed Julian from his chair, using his foot to save the pilot from smashing his body off the floor.

He slid himself into the chair, grabbing hold of the cylinder. He decreased throttle by eighty percent, his hand covered in the vomit liquid. He pulled back on the cylinder lightly, fingers dancing across the flaps. "Brace yourselves, this is gonna kill us or save us" he muttered lightly, watching as a flap broke away from the ship. They were out of the storm now, but the ship was still trying to kill them all. Two firefighting ships pulled up along side the broken KR-TB, each one trying to get rid of the flame currently spreading up the wing.

"Landing strip, dead ahead"

Kei forced the steering cylinder back, the ship leveling out but still spinning. Any sudden danger was gone, they just had to worry about landing something spinning out. They were skimming the ground at this point, a small radio tower falling as it was clipped by the wing. Kei was fighting the ship's gravity, he was fanning the flaps and fighting the rotation to try and level them out. The landing strip he was aiming for was someone's backyard, clearly someone wealthy. It was long enough to hold the ship, but each movement would need to be perfect.

He twisted the ship with the rotation, managing to keep her straight as he felt the ship connect with the ground. He heard the crunch as the rich man's fence fell down, felt the ship lurch as it came to a halt in the dirt. He'd just tried to land something that was liable of killed anyone else. He sigh in relief, laughing and turning to the pilot lightly.

"You seemed too busy throwing up to fly"

[member="Julian Valentine"]

 

[Julian Valentine]

The next few minutes became a blur of motion. As the ship cracked against solid ground, the viewscreem shattered. The glass was non-lethal by design, small shards were nothing more than glass-like pebbles that sprayed against their bodies harmlessly. A few lacerations, of course, but nothing worse than a paper cut.

Valentine hadn't even noticed he was kicked out of the pilots seat, more focused on keeping himself from hurling again. The KR-TB came to a screeching halt, and Boltz stormed towards the console swearing his little head off. Julian could almost imagine the fumes coming out of his ears. He smiled, but it quickly faded when he hurled again, then his stomach settled.

"You seemed too busy throwing up to fly," Kei said, Valentine remarked, "Not too busy, just making sure I know my priorities." Adrenaline was pumping through his blood, he could hear the firefighting sirens and the sound of a high-pressure hose extinguishing flames. He looked around as the stench hit him. The whole damn place had been splattered with his vomit during the spin.

It looked like Valentine wasn't leaving Kaas City anytime soon. He'd need a change of clothes, somewhere to stay, and transport his KR-TB to a hanger for repairs. A lot more repairs. He slowly stood on wobbly feet and hung his arm over a railing, looking down into a pit that had once been a stairwell, "Guess who has to spend every credit he just earned," he muttered miserably.

| [member="Kei Garnik"] |

 

[GhostOfProtocol]

He shrugged lightly, strolling over and standing next to Julian. It was his fault his ship was ruined out, he was the one who brought the pilot down to Dromund-Kaas and it was him who failed the landing. He felt bad, he didn't mind admitting that. He had a few credits on him since he robbed the rich family on Tatooine. He could pay thirty thousand credits for repairs and still have twenty thousand left, he could just rob another rich guy or cash in on a bounty or something later to regain the money he lost. Or smuggling, he could always go smuggle to earn the cash. Then it hit him, he had another idea.

"Repairs are on me, it was me who dragged you out here and it was me that ruined your ship. Besides, who said I need to pay them? Give them a fake account number, you'll be gone before they notice and I doubt a hanger repair crew will be able to afford bounty hunters to track you down. It's the perfect scheme" he told Julian lightly, a smile from ear to ear. It was the perfect plan, they wouldn't check the accounts until after the ship was repaired and Julian was long gone.

Kei chuckled, glad to be on Dromund-Kaas. He was here, the place Revan died and the place that Revan's droid was blown to bits. The citadel and the spaceport, two places he needed to check out to find the legacy of Revan and to find The Ebon Hawk. The first job however, was finding a way off the ship since the stair wells gave out.

"You got a lift installed, or we need to jump down?"

[member="Julian Valentine"]

 

[Julian Valentine]

"No lift," Julian said, waving away the offer for repairs. He was annoyed, frustrated even, but it was his own idiocy to fly a stranger around. He had the creds to pay for repairs, easily, it was just that he was a tight, greedy kark. Not to mention, he didn't like owing people. Even if the man was offering to pay, one day he may try and call in a favor, and Julian didn't like those who asked for favors. He ambled towards the shattered viewscreen and ducked through it. He was twelve meters off the ground, so he opted to gently climb down the side of the ship.

Boltz was down in no time, already he was marching towards the nearest authority and began a shouting match. Boltz could handle things, Julian had time to go do some investigation while he was here. He still had a few assignments that was worth noting. "What about you now, eh?" he asked Kei, his breath reeked of stomach acids and bad milk, "I think I ought to find a room and brush my teeth, buy some new clothes."

He scratched the bridge of his nose with a chewed nail, "And while I'm here, you need anything, just shout, of course payment will have to be discussed." He flashed him his business card. Bounty Hunter, registered by the Bounty Hunter's Guild and sponsored by the Arceneau Trade Company. According to the card, he sat at the top of the leaderboards for the Bounty Hunter's Guild. 'Julian Valentine' was printed beside an arrow-pierced heart.

| [member="Kei Garnik"] |

 

[GhostOfProtocol]

He slid through the open viewscreen, feet sliding down the side of the ship until he felt the grass beneath him. He needed a nap and a meal, but he was only roughly five minutes away from the Imperial Citadel in the center of the city. He'd need to get up onto the higher platforms of the city, but they had a turbolift to make it easier. He eyed Julian lightly, turning away for a few seconds when he began talking. He hated the smell of vomit, Julian didn't work it well.

"Going to buy you a toothbrush" he chuckled, smiling. "I wanna go and visit the old Imperial Citadel, I have a feeling I may find something there about a broken droid who had a great memory of the old old old Republic. A history lesson never hurt, but this guy has a relation to the Old Jedi Master Revan I think. Then I needa go and rent a room and have a nap and a meal" he told the pilot, eyes darting around. "So, I guess this is goodbye" he muttered, taking the card and pocketing it. "Hope to see you again, and I won't wreck out one of your ships next time. I should have my own"

He turned on his heels, walking away. He would jump the man's fence, turning, waving and then continuing on his way. He had a droid and a ship to find. The Ebon Hawk was in his grasp, it was close to being in his hold. He needed to hunt it, needed to find it.

He would find it.

[member="Julian Valentine"]

 

[GhostOfProtocol]

Kei would step into the turbolift lightly only minutes after leaving the pilot, Julian Valentine. He'd waited for the turbolift for around a minute before a light ding told him his way up to the citadel had arrived. He pressed the button for the top floor of the city, knowing full well that the citadel would be on the top because the old emperor thought he was on top. If the memory chip of T3-M4 was around still, it'd be in that area. Then he'd need to find a droid of T3's model, put the memory chip in and he'd have T3-M4 for the most part. He heard another ding, the turbolift arriving at it's location easily and quickly, two things that Kei was thankful for.

He blinked lightly, something felt off. He shook his head, stepping out into the busy street. He could see the Imperial Citadel, but yet he still knew something was wrong. Something, someone somewhere was telling him to turn away, something was wrong. He shook it off again, stepping out of the crowds. The Citadel was a grand place, open to the public for viewings because of it's legacy. He handed over a few credits to the tour guide, hoping for a chance to be able to fall from the tour as soon as so he could look for himself. Apparently everything in the citadel hadn't been touched since the death of the first emperor, but Kei had very little reason to believe that.

The tour guide lead a small group of people into the citadel, every single person but Kei looked like a civilian of Dromund-Kaas, none of them an off worlder like him. He shuddered lightly, carrying on. The tour guide lead them through a few corridors into the main throne room, a room he'd read about in the books he'd been reading. It was in this room Meeta Suik had died, T3-M4 had been blown to dust and Revan had been taken captive for the third time. The tour guide was boring, but he did state something useful. The dust and components of the droid that had died in the room had been moved to the main vault, a place they would get to view next.

The guide lead the group into a small room to the side, pressing his fingers to the door. He explained that a new lock had been put on the vault door because no-one had the same finger prints as the emperor or Lord Scrouge. He was another one who'd done unmentionables in this room, given himself unlimited life to serve the emperor. He shuddered lightly, following the group into the room. The tour guide gave a really dull speech before leading the group from the room.