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The Show Must Go On

Bethany Haverford

Loyalty Tempered with Survival
Perhaps life on Ession should have felt differently given it was a new world and her life was being run by a new Sith Lord, but the shift from a small room on Darth Jocast's base world to one on Darth Mephirium's was next to nothing; the order of her life was as before and her friends and colleagues were still present. The largest change had been the increase in the military's sense of purpose and its meetings. So many meetings.

In spite of the inconvenience, Darth Mephirium's ambitions had given Annie, as it had given at least some of her friends, new life. Though the hours were long, they were fascinating, and she found herself putting her talents to use more in the last few weeks than she had in the last year of her time with Jocast. She gave a nod and a smile to another colonel as she crossed into the capital building and turned to trot up the staircase to her arranged meeting in Darth Mephirium's personal office, ponytail bouncing behind her. They were planning an assault of galactic proportions; every piece this early in the game needed to be played with an eye to strategy if they intended to proceed at the speed Darth Mephirium expected.

Annie quirked a somewhat exhilarated smile at Darth Mephirium's back as she stopped in the doorway of the room, but let it fade to attentive pleasantness before she knocked on the open doorway to announce herself. Her research into his background had been enlightening; perhaps it explained why it had taken him so long to resurface and reclaim what was rightfully his, in spite of the more than adequate nature of Ession as a stronghold. "Good morning, sir. Colonel Haverford reporting as ordered. May I enter?"

[member="Darth Mephirium"]
 
A token number of soldiers had pledged themselves to Mephirium's cause once he had done away with Lord Jocast. Jocast had not been the brightest tool in the shade, and more importantly, had not valued the lives of his soldiers. Mephirium, on a personal level, actually gave half a damn. It was why he used Graug for the more suicidal operations. They enjoyed the slaughter. Men fought because they had to.

So, when the planning had begun, he had taken great care to get to know his people on one level or another. There was Moff Kiven, a dull but well-meaning human, Joffie, a former bounty hunter who had sworn herself to Jocast, and then Mephirium, and finally Haverford.

He might have spent more time with Haverford than the others. She was to be the director of special operations once the Empire was restored, and that was, so Cyril told himself, the reason for their brief meetings. In truth, he found himself a bit mesmerized by her rather happy nature. It was a nice break from the brooding purpose so many of the Sith Lords that had sworn themselves to him seemed to bask in.

Different was good.

He cracked a thin smile as she walked through the door, and made a point to pretend to be surprised. The smile lessened as he turned around - it would not do for Hatherford to think she was special, but it did not fade completely.

"You may, Colonel." He gestured toward his desk.

The room was a rather cozy one: the floors hardwood, the walls a warm tan shade, and the glass open to all of Ession's capital below. The citadel was the tallest building on the planet. One couldn't say Mephirium did not enjoy seeing his people at work.

"Close the door," a suggestion, not an order, "I've been meaning to speak with you about Coruscant."

[member="Bethany Haverford"]
 

Bethany Haverford

Loyalty Tempered with Survival
"Yes, sir." Annie closed the door as requested before she took an attentive stance across the desk from him, head tilted slightly and chin upturned. The view from his office was spectacular, she noted idly with a brief flick of her eyes, before she returned them to the man across from her. Her eyes glanced across his form briefly. The signs of his former life were obscured; he was every inch the expected Sith Lord, albeit one with cleverness and competency to go with his ambition. He had found his way back to his roots with a vengeance; she would happily help him make a name for himself, and he seemed to have faith in her abilities thus far. She hoped their objectives would go to plan and it would stay that way.

"Coruscant has long been a world of contention, most recently under the domain of the One Sith and their Overlord. Do we have designs on it?"

If so, it was a suicide mission or, at the least, a long-fought battle that would decimate their forces. Coruscant had been attempted before by other factions looking to reclaim the legendary world from Sith influence. It was certainly not a planet that Annie would recommend as the start of their campaign, but Jocast had had... a way of handling his business that did not encourage his underlings to question his orders. Experience had given her wisdom. For now, she held her tongue until Mephirium had explained why the core world needed to be discussed.

[member="Darth Mephirium"]
 
Designs? That was putting things lightly.

Mephirium steeped his fingers once he had settled across from the Colonel. Coruscant was crucial to everything they were doing here. Without the capital - without the Dark Lord's head - there was no point to any of this. He would not have complete control of the One Sith. Things would splinter. Other factions would rise up. What would have been a clean coup would devolve into mindless civil war, and that was something Mephirium felt everyone wanted to avoid. There was no point in ruling if there was nothing to take command of.

"The Dark Lord is afraid. He's brought in a shadow army: clones, from what I'm told. Coruscant is locked down, but our fleet already has the world blockaded."

Mephirium cracked a mischievous little smirk. He leaned forward, resting his chin on his fist, and searched Bethany's expression. He enjoyed pulling the wool out from the eyes of his associates, even if it didn't make much sense.

"The fleet guarding Coruscant is the Five-Oh-First. I am going to challenge their commander, Darth Arcis, to a Kaggath and gain control of it." His smirk slackened. "You're going to help command those men."

[member="Bethany Haverford"]
 

Bethany Haverford

Loyalty Tempered with Survival
Bethany watched [member="Darth Mephirium"] sit, but didn't ask for permission to do so herself or to stand at ease. Though he had given her the sense on several occasions that he would not chastise her for taking the liberty, Annie's self-preservation would not allow her to take any liberties with her commander. The intel he brought to the table as introduction to the discussion of Coruscant was welcome; for a Dark Lord to be afraid of someone who had only truly started amassing an army weeks ago was a testament to Mephirium's talents in the art of war-- or in the art of psychological warfare at the least.

To Bethany's credit, her face remained mostly devoid of confusion, doubts, and wariness as Mephirium leaned forward casually and observed her as if seeking a particular reaction from her. Was her Lord testing her? Toying with her? Other Sith had done so in the past. She bore up under his scrutiny, uncomfortable with doubting his motives. He was proving to be a leader she would follow into doubtful odds; she shouldn't doubt him at all. There would always be doubt in her, though; her loyalty simply had to win out.

The term Kaggath threw her for a moment; she knew she had heard it before, but it seemed it was in passing and of no importance-- until now. The word 'command' rang on the end of the statement and Annie felt her heart jump into her throat as she considered it.

"Forgive me, my Lord." In the face of confusion, she momentarily fell back on formality, her usually cheerful, daring gaze uncertain. Addressing the unfamiliar first would give her time to consider the command task appointed to her. "A 'Kaggath'?"
 
Of course she wouldn't understand.

Mephirium had spent so much time recently speaking to force sensitives that he had forgotten such nuances as Sith history were lost to the average citizen. That was not to say Haverford was average in any way - the way he looked at her was proof enough of that. With a patient smile he patted the side of the table, an indication for her to sit, and turned to one of the small spherical servant droids that often frequented the office.

"Caf for the both of us." He gave the droid a thankful smile and turned his attentions back to Bethany. "A Kaggath is an ancient Sith tradition. It can be uttered for any number of reasons. Perhaps I don't like someone. Perhaps you shagged my daughter. Perhaps you have what I need. It is a battle of power-base against power-base - army against army, Sith against Sith. The victor takes everything their opponents owns, be it credits, soldiers, ships..."

He waved a hand about to indicate multiples.

"You get the picture. As for command, my dear, I'll be hiring a contractor to help you get into the swing of things. He's an older sort, and you'll do well to learn from him for the future."

He paused for a moment as two steaming cups of caf were wheeled off by the droid. "Leave us please." He uttered kindly. The droid make a quiet whirring noise and complied, the doors shutting behind it.

Mephirium took a sip of the steaming drink.

"What do you think of it? Are you ready for the responsibility Bethany?" He lofted a brow, making a point to use her first name. Perhaps he was crossing boundaries. Her reaction would let him know either way.

[member="Bethany Haverford"]
 

Bethany Haverford

Loyalty Tempered with Survival
Annie's brow furrowed briefly at the tap on the table, an invitation to sit, though not precisely where she had expected. She shifted her stance into something less attentive and took a cautious half-step forward, eyes flicking between his hand and his face as he turned his attention away from her. Jocast had had no interest in her in that regard; the gesture could have been paternal, had they not been so close in age, but given the nearness of years it came across as more... forward. Annie hoped she was misreading the implication. She was not the type of officer to fornicate with her Lord as a way to appease him or curry favor. A hot bed often led to a cold grave where the Sith were concerned.

She stepped out of her pose of attention and leaned a hand on the back of the chair across from him. His explanation and focus on their work belied the suggestive nature of his gesture. Risking his wrath, Bethany slowly sank into the chair rather than perching where he had indicated. When he said nothing against it, did not use the Force to punish her, her tension eased somewhat, though her poise was still straight-backed. She did "get the picture" as it was laid out for her, and even understood the contractor angle. There were more than enough freelance individuals in the galaxy to get what he needed, what he lacked. He was selecting her to guide that process as much as direct the troops during the attack. The use of her given name was jarring; she was a last name and a title to the Sith and always had been.

The standard reply that she was ready to serve him stuck to her tongue. Perhaps it would not be so appropriate, if she was reading his actions at all correctly. Actually, most anything she could think of came across as more servile and evocative than she intended. Well. He hadn't made any interest directly apparent; it was all smoke and mirrors if anything at all. Her expression eased, the implication of goodwill returning to overshadow the professionalism of a moment before.

Her delay was noteable given that Sith Lords often expected an immediate response, but Coruscant... Coruscant was a heavy dish to serve as the first course of their reign. She moved the caf closer, but sat staring at her hand on the mug rather than drinking.

"Yes, my lord. I am grateful for the opportunity to serve... the empire." There was a moment's pause as she debated the wisdom of her next words and then threw herself into it headlong, her eyes returning to his. If he had not wanted her to behave as a strategist, he would not have asked her to command, would not have so often summoned her to lay out plans for the future of the new empire. "My Lord, I understand the psychological impact of this maneuver. However, with several assumptions, I find myself concerned about the success of this venture from a logistical standpoint. This contractor-- how can he provide enough soldiers to battle the One Sith, especially if they are adding a clone army to their numbers? Jocast's army was large, but not nearly enough to battle an entire empire. Even those Lords who have joined with you will not be enough, assuming they choose to join us in the assault." Had she tipped her hand too much? He had mentioned some of their allies himself; the rest he had to have assumed those in the upper ranks of his forces would have noticed. "I will go where you lead, but if they have superior forces all we will do is break our army against their defenses. Coruscant is a bastion for the One Sith."

[member="Darth Mephirium"]
 
He felt trepidation oozing off of the Colonel in waves. His eyes followed hers, to the table, to the chair...kriff. Bethany had assumed things that Mephirium was not quite keen on happening. It wasn't that she wasn't her - she just...was...her. Things were complicated. He was acting like a schoolboy with a crush, something that did not befit a Sith Lord of his caliber. Not to mention the fact that Haverford was one of his subordinates. It would not be right to show any kind of favoritism; even that kind of favoritism.


"I was gesturing to the chair." Mephirium affirmed. It likely wasn't the right thing to say, but so was leaving it up in the air. He did not want Haverford going around assuming he was attempting to drag her back into his bed. He was not a Zambrano.


A moment's awkwardness passed between them. He took a casual sip of his caf, eyes falling to the table. Ah, yes, it was time to return to talk of galactic domination. Swallowing his embarrassment, Mephirium gave a fake cough and turned his attentions back to the Colonel. "I understand your concerns Haverford," faux pas rectified, "They are the same ones I share. I assure you, when the battle begins, we will have enough soldiers to take Coruscant, and enough ships to hold it. I've been working toward this end. We will not fall short because of a lack of numbers."


If anything, it will be because of the Moffs.


"Even now, I've made ready for an army of Graug and others to join us. When the battle begins, many will turn to our side. You need not worry about a lack of numbers on our part." He cracked a thin smile, though it was forced. He had called Haverford for her logistical expertise, and because he enjoyed her company. Perhaps the latter feeling was not mutual - perhaps he was overstepping his bounds and needed to get a handle on things.

"Did you have any other issues with Coruscant?"

[member="Bethany Haverford"]
 

Bethany Haverford

Loyalty Tempered with Survival
Bethany stared at him in the awkward silence brought about by his declaration, looking vaguely poleaxed, and then a hesitant smile skittered across her mouth. She took a decorous sip of her caf to cover her own mixture of bemused amusement and discomfort. Were his the same concerns as hers? Or was that a political response? Annie let it slide, not willing to let a trivial matter of wording affect their discussion. The comment about the Graug, for example, was more affective of what they should be focused on. Of all people, she hadn't expected him to utilize Graug. Her eyes flicked between his, but she could read nothing there. She kept her thoughts to herself.

His tone changed with his final question, harder somehow than it had been before, though she wasn't certain what had changed in those moments as opposed to their earlier misunderstanding. She carefully crossed her legs and set the caf down. He'd asked her a question, and she would give him an honest answer. Failure later could not-- would not-- fall on her shoulders, not when this very conversation placed a heavy load of the responsibility for success on her shoulders.

"Once we decimate the fleet and gain access to the planet, how can you be certain the Dark Lord will confront you himself? He is not like Lords of the past: he does not fight his own battles. He hides; he works from the shadows through his subordinates. He does not have your... motivation or confidence or skill." She smiled warmly, though all too briefly. "The main force of our army, with planning, can contain what forces remain on the planet when the Kaggath is won; the Sith who have come to the cause can hopefully keep the Lords of the One Sith occupied. To locate and force the Dark Lord into a confrontation..." Concern pulled at the corner of her mouth. "I do not question your strength, my Lord, but rather his ability to slip away and let others die in his stead. You will need a decisive victory to claim his title."

But if it could be done...

Inherent hope warred with learned cynicism. If it could be done, it would be quite a coup. It would be an immediate empire, an immediate adjustment of circumstance for him, for her, for anyone involved.

[member="Darth Mephirium"]
 
He let the moment hang there, if only to bask in his own momentary defeat, before continuing on. He sipped his caf as he listened to Haverford with legitimate interest; leaning back in his chair and narrowing his eyes as he did so. Her words made sense. The Dark Lord was a coward, content to sleep within his iron citadel until Coruscant froze over.

Once that fell, it was quite likely he would have some kind of bolt hole somewhere in the outer rim to flee to. Mephirium's forces would need to close off the entirety of the Dark Lord's palace and keep him from finding any particular means of escape. The Graug would serve perfectly as a suicide vanguard. They would charge into a line of cannon fire with glee at the possibility of drawing blood, whether it be their own or someone else's. From there, the 501st could move forward and encircle the building, along with the mercenaries now under his employ.

Things were coming together well enough. He parted his lips to speak, but then he caught the compliment. At first he thought them to simply be pleasantries, but the smile - so warm, so becoming of her, made his heart skip a beat. He had not noticed that he'd begun sitting up straight: had been hanging off of every word she spoke.

Idiocy, truly.

"We'll send men to circle the building. There will be no way for him to escape, and he never leaves that palace. If he had, we would know." He met her gaze and held it far longer than he had intended.

Unprofessional.

His eyes fell to the cup of caf. "I have faith in you Haverford. I believe if we work together, we can pull this off."

[member="Bethany Haverford"]
 

Bethany Haverford

Loyalty Tempered with Survival
A real Sith Lord. It was a relief to have one who actually listened when there were concerns to be had, even if they were clearly all concerns he had already taken into consideration. It was a good showing of her own intelligence, at the least, and could go toward furthering his trust in her. His words about the Dark Lord leaving the palace were true; she would still, privately, consider all the ways in which this attack could go wrong and develop her own contingency plans-- just in case. There were still old blueprints of Coruscant's layout she could access that had to be somewhat accurate. The Galactic Alliance's attack several months earlier would have changed the surface of the planet somewhat, but the palace and other major landmarks or major cities would be in the right locations.

Annie felt a flicker of unease and self-awareness being under the individual, unwavering scrutiny of Mephirium. She drank her caf, managing to hold his gaze only by letting her eyes travel naturally from his to other purchase points in her line of sight. Was he aware of their shared history? Was he trying to determine, as she was, if these were the kinds of conversations their parents had had? Or was he reading her thoughts, judging her on what she didn't say as well as what she did? She blinked and dropped her eyes to her caf, smiling at her own foolishness. History and magic had little bearing on their future.

"I... appreciate your confidence in me," she replied, voice swelled with feeling. "I'll make whatever arrangements are necessary for our success as soon as you give me the word, my Lord. You said the contractor was someone of experience; how trustworthy is he?" She waited for him to answer, then added, handling her caf cup again, "And, forgive me any misunderstanding, are you assigning other commanders to oversee specific directives during the mission?" It was difficult to determine if he had meant she would help because the contractor would be assisting her or because he had a larger team of highly ranked individualism covering other aspects of the scenario. At times, it sounded like he meant she would not just be commanding a battalion, but the fleet overall, albeit with a more experienced partner.

[member="Darth Mephirium"]
 
Mephirium had known of Haverferd's connection with his father. In truth, it was part of why he had picked her out among the others. She was familiar, albeit to the degree a young boy could remember a girl two years younger than he. The memories were incredibly vague, and he could make out her mother with far more clarity. They looked alike, he noted, as she voiced her appreciation.

What was that? The faintest semblance of something other than blatant obedience? He couldn't tell, but part of him hoped for it to be. It was, truthfully, wishful thinking. There were far more important matters to be concerned about then what ifs involving someone of the opposite gender. He had let such things get out of hand with another woman before, and she had paid the price for it with her life.

"You've earned that confidence." He replied sincerely, though he took care to leave it as just that; an earned compliment. Gods knew what his underlings and allies might think if they saw the way he looked at Colonel Haverferd. He would need to take steps to avoid being so blatant in the future. "I have other teams assigned, yes. This won't be your sole show to run. The man I'm hiring is an old veteran. He'll serve well, so long as he's paid."

His smile faded somewhat. "You'll learn from his experience in the off-time. In the meantime, you'll help me plan Coruscant, and when we assault the planet, I want you to lead the 501st in the assault on the Sith Emperor's palace by my side." His tone took on a more serious note, though only for a moment. It quickly faded into something more humorous. "You'll need to make sure the men don't accidentally shoot me in the back while I'm crossing blades with strangers."

[member="Bethany Haverford"]
 

Bethany Haverford

Loyalty Tempered with Survival
She hoped the hitched breath she held hadn't caught his attention. She was careful to swallow it back before exhaling innocuously slowly. She had led offensive actions before, commanded men as she had once been commanded (and many, she liked to think, had been fond of her), but never had she had to lead on the front lines as he was asking. This was the main assault force he was discussing, and he was talking about walking in at the front of it rather than allowing others to clear the way. It was a further reinforcement that this was a Sith Lord who would make changes as the Dark Lord of the One Sith; a Lord who would actively expand their borders, challenge the failing factions of the Light to bring order-- and not simply destruction-- to the galaxy. Provided he was not assassinated before the vision could be completed.

Therein lay the other complication: the forces he was suggesting to be their point guard would be men who did not know her, who until minutes before had been enemies and would then need to walk into battle against their former allies. An "accidental" shot or twenty would not be beyond the realms of possibility and would turn a successful rout into a disaster. She would have to account for the possibility of betrayal as well.

"I will do what I can to see you remain intact during your duel." The grin she wore and the reactive humor in her tone played into his attempt at threading a lighter mood into the conversation. She liked him. Serving him would be much more pleasant-- and profitable--than the other Lords she had served in her time. "Though I may need to request some personnel toward that end."

She set aside her cup and folded her hands in her lap, one over the other. Her expression was still light, but she couldn't keep the conversation on unprofessional footing for any extended period of time. He was only barely a friend at this point; there were still many boundaries in place, not even counting those of superior-subordinate. There were too many lines she was still in danger of crossing, though she was sure that, given the amount of planning they would need to do for Coruscant and after, many of those restrictions would ease soon enough.

"I look forward to helping revitalize the One Sith with you, my Lord. We have a great deal of planning to do. Have you decided when we'll be ready to move on this?"

[member="Darth Mephirium"]
 
"Just try to preserve my face. It's my only asset." He snickered, though he quickly fell back into the veil of professionalism they both wore. His private interests would need to take a back seat to the more current ambitions. Together, they would plan the assault on Coruscant, and together, they would achieve what others had failed to do. "We'll need to bring a team of our own, I agree."

He paused for a moment. There was another matter at hand that needed to be taken care of. It was of a more personal nature, though it served a particular purpose all the same. Mephirium could justify it as hunting down an old ally for the sake of his revolt. In reality, he was just curious as to where in Corellia's Nine Hells his old padawan had run off to.

He needed to know. He intended to find out.

Perhaps Bethany could help.

"I...might need your help with a personal issue." He paused. "An old student of mine disappeared on Zeltros. I want to know what happened to him."

[member="Bethany Haverford"]
 

Bethany Haverford

Loyalty Tempered with Survival
Bethany raised her eyebrows before she thought about the action. Personal matters? With her? Their conversation until now had made sense, but she could only assume based on the context that this had something to do with when the battle for Coruscant would take place. A missing student was hardly reason to hold up the domination of the galaxy. Immediately, she felt terrible for even thinking it. How many times had she stayed or returned for a comrade? How many times had she been grateful when the favor was returned? She didn't dwell on the fact that her generosity often outweighed the generosity of others, but there had been several squads and platoons she had worked with where there were individuals who had her well-being at heart. It had not all been selfish gain and heartless disregard.

Was it foul play that he suspected? Was the student meant to help him and now was absent in the budding hours of his master's victory? She wanted to believe it was concern, pure and simple, but Mephirium was a Sith. It could be a lingering trace of his time as a Jedi, a sign of some bit of Light still guiding his actions, but Annie didn't often devote much time to considering where those lines began and ended. She had a cause, she followed orders, and she went with her instincts. Life was complicated enough with just that.

Aware that she had been simply scanning his expression for several seconds longer than appropriate, she glanced out the window abruptly. If this was something he needed to do to prepare for Coruscant, and if she was the one he felt comfortable asking, she would sacrifice time to the pursuit. She would have to determine how to balance that search with the other work he had just placed in her lap so they could stay on schedule, but it should be no trouble provided she didn't need to leave the planet to gather the information. "What can I do?"

[member="Darth Mephirium"]
 
Mephirium was well aware of her concerns, considerably the amount of work he had just thrown in her lap. There was quite a bit on his plate as well, but Colonel Haverford had not asked for such. He'd made a bid for it, and now he was dragging the Colonel away from her duties. In truth, he knew she would not say no. She was too loyal to the cause for such. One of the Moffs had suggested bringing her along when he had asked for advice. Something about the woman being a good shot, and more importantly, reliable.

Both of which were something he was going to need in spades on Zeltros. "Moff Joffie is going to be working on the plans until I return," he paused for a moment, "My student had a datachip on him that would prove very useful to one of our allies. We can't really afford to move forward without it, being entirely honest." He pressed his lips into a thin line. The latter was not entirely true. They could move forward, but the casualties would be much higher.

Grudge could use that chip to churn out mutants by the dozen, rather than one every few minutes. It would multiply their infantry forces and make victory without the less of Imperial lives possible in certain areas. That was the hope, anyway.

There was also the personal issue to deal with. Kaigann had walked out on the order to go his own way in the middle of a mission. That was a mission that had very likely resulted in his death, or so Mephirium was led to believe.

He hoped that wasn't true. Kai would be a welcome presence given the current circumstances.

"You can refuse if you want, but I am going to need a second man on Zeltros. We're two weeks to complete our objective." He drained what remained of the caf. "After that, we can't afford to remain."

[member="Bethany Haverford"]
 

Bethany Haverford

Loyalty Tempered with Survival
Not wanting to risk her life by appearing dismissive of his concerns, Bethany kept her eyes on Mephirium while he explained the situation. A piece of technology that would assist them gave the situation more weight and made the request make more sense, though Zeltros...

Annie lifted her chin slightly. She didn't dislike Zeltros, but it was an odd location to lose a student you had had as a Jedi (she assumed), not to mention an odd location to be absconding to alone on a secret mission with one of your female subordinates. Unsavory was one word that came to mind, though Mephirium's face didn't give away any discomfort or ulterior motive.

He was her commander. He was asking her to do this in a purely professional capacity-- she was fairly certain. And he had given her the option of backing out, so it was not an order but a request. She stifled the stirring feeling of suspicion in her gut. It was her duty-- and should be her pleasure-- to help with a task that helped the individual as much as the group.

Moff Joffie was a man of experience and Annie had a great deal of respect for him; in their absence, the plans would proceed steadily if not imaginatively under his guidance and she, and Darth Mephirium, could adjust them as needed upon their return. If he had had as many meetings with Darth Mephirium as she had, she wondered how Moff Joffie was taking the extreme personality difference between their two Darths. They had never been on such friendly terms that she could ask him about his thoughts outright, but he was a funny sort when he wanted to be.

"Let's hope the search doesn't take two weeks," she replied, uncrossing her legs as she prepared to leave. "I'll pack accordingly. When do we leave?"

[member="Darth Mephirium"]
 
"Tomorrow evening, fifteen-hundred. I'll meet you out by the landing pad." Mephirium replied as he pushed up from his seat. Their people could survive well enough without them for a time, and this was as much a personal vendetta as it was one that would benefit the cause. He would not dare to admit such to Haverferd, but he truly did wish to know what had happened to Kaigann.

More importantly, he wanted to bring the boy home. Whether that be by his side or in a casket did not matter, though he would have preferred the latter. Yet, he was no fool. He knew Kaigann had come to this world on a dangerous errand, one that had quite likely taken his life. Still, he could not leave matters as they were, and the excuse was enough to get Haverferd with him.

In truth, he was going to want her support. With what, however, he had no idea.

"Agreed. I'll get to securing our flight." He drew his cowl over his face. "Leave whenever you like, Haverferd."

He flashed a quick, albeit warm smile and strode through the doors. He would be awaiting her at the docks on the morrow.

[member="Bethany Haverford"]
 

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