What's Your Evidence?

[EmKay]

[member="Enigma"]

Atretes sat reclined in his seat, watching the first little bit of funds trickle in from his team's... 'project'. While a puzzle game was not what he had in mind when he contracted them on to work for Sudoka, he did appreciate their efforts to keep things light. It worked as a way to get money as well, so he was definitely not complaining. He was on the verge of taking a nap when he shook himself out of it and took his feet off the desk. His terminal was beeping softly, and he leaned forward on his chair to see what the new fuss was about.

TRANSMISSION INCOMING
Identifying source...
...
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Source identified.
Caller: Circe Savan, CEO, Subach-Innes

Accept?

Atretes' brow rose, and he checked both the clock in the corner of the monitor and the contents of the glass he was drinking from. He could honestly not have any idea why she was calling him, but whatever the case was, he was not about to be rude. He combed his fingers quickly through his hair to straighten it and sat more upright. He frowned when he remembered his office was little more than a clean room with files and a terminal, but he ignored that fact for now and hit an affirmative on the call.

"Miss Savan," he answered cordially, "To what do I owe the pleasure?"

 

[Onrai]

[member="Atretes Rhoujen"]

"I need you to do me a favor." Circe paused. Her image on the holocall shifted its eyes back and forth. "I assume you know about the verdict Marek handed down. I suspect bias on his behalf, and want to provide Salem with solid evidence to allow for a retrial. The most obvious option is to showcase that Marek was at one of the factories and attacking it during Weedkiller, but I have zero access to those records. I do however have a report that he was in orbit of Charros IV. I'd like for you and I to go there, see if we can get visual evidence that he was there to connect him."

"I also recollect a quartet of our freighters getting assaulted by a pirate ship. I want to see if I can track down one of the pirates and find out who hired them. Any connections on the Bothan spynet I can get a hold of while we head to Charros IV?"

 

[EmKay]

[member="Enigma"]

Atretes' brow furrowed at Circe's words, the premise seeming highly subject to a volley of things that could go wrong. He stared at that holoprojection for a small while, testing the expressions she wore for some hint of deception, but all he managed to glean was nervousness and anxiety. Normal responses for this kind of call. He thought back on Starchaser then, and wondered what kind of vendetta he had or what Miss Savan had done that would gain his negative attentions. He seemed nice.

Nevertheless, Rhoujen decided that helping Systems Authority assets would fall under his many duties as Norongachi's sometimes-second-in-command, and perhaps he could gain some leverage with Subach to aid Sudoka through this. He could see the tendrils of how he could alter this to benefit him just as well as he could see the marionette strings of the Force betwixt everything around him. It drew the whisper of a smile to his face, and he nodded politely.

"A favour, you say," he mused aloud, "Yes, I do know what Marek decided, unfortunate that." he replied.
He had to make at least some conversation to this, and not just all internal dialogue, after all.

"I can put you in contact with the one man I've heard of in the SpyNet -- the Bothan prefix hasn't been used since the Fall -- but I have to ask," his expression turned a bit more stern even as he pulled over his A21U Pocket Secretary to pull up the contact details of one Raziel, "Why come to me, of all people, for aid?" he inquired.

 

[Onrai]

[member="Atretes Rhoujen"]

"Well, you seem to be a trustworthy sort." Circe paused. "I don't recollect hearing about you being involved in any of the Weedkiller affairs. Typically, I'd have gone to Salem himself, but he didn't exactly show himself off as a friendly person when we first met, and I felt this was the better option - coming to him with solid evidence gained by his second-in-command." She smiled, a more friendly and less sultry smile than she usually offered.

"Assuming that we're going to do this, let me meet up with you over Sriluur. From there we can proceed to Charros IV and visit the factory ruins. There's got to be a camera or something that survived."

 

[EmKay]

[member="Enigma"] / [member="Raziel"]

R,

Have a problem you could help with. Contact Circe Savan for details.

Regards,
- A

Atretes sent the message off as Miss Savan spoke, listening while working as he often did. It had been perceived as rude by his subordinates, but he never heard any complaints from more notable people, so he never bothered to change the habit. He looked up to catch Circe's smile, and he returned with a half-grin that echoed his long-passed life as a pirate. There was something shady enough about this to trigger his idea of fun, and he liked fun.

"I'll see you there, then. I told the guy I know to message you. Whether he does or not is his prerogative, but I've done what I can." Rhoujen said, before giving a friendly wave goodbye and flicking the feed off.

He let out a quiet sigh and leaned back in his chair, eyes closed. This would certainly be interesting. An eye slid open and his head tilted to look at the amassed file cabinets and closets. Most of them had documents, but at least two were actually wardrobes. He kicked off his desk to roll backward in his chair, spun, and stood smoothly while the chair nearly comically rolled off to the side and bounced between cabinets, making them wobble dangerously as it spun away. Atretes opened up a few of the unlabeled closets until he found what he was looking for. His usual outgoing load.

With practised movement, he slid on his coat, strapped on his slugthrower, clipped on his two lightsabers, slid his knife into his boot, and then walked over to his desk to slide his A21U into his coat's inner pocket. He patted himself down to make sure he had everything, and then made his way out to his docked ship. He had a bit of a trip ahead of him.

...Maybe he could catch that nap he was feeling before Circe called.

 

[Onrai]

The Veratus-class shuttle rolled over into orbit of Sriluur, a world Circe recollected as having once been at the fringes of Sith space. Unfortunately, the Empire as she knew it was no more, replaced instead by the void. It was here that she eagerly awaited Atretes. Once they were both on board the Veratus, the ship would be on its way to Charros IV, ready to investigate.

"Mr. Rhoujen... I'm here..."

[member="Atretes Rhoujen"]

 

[EmKay]

OOC: Sorry, [member="Enigma"], but I have to drop this thread for developmental reasons. We can do something like this again, maybe, but later.