The Storm Approaches

[Ragnarok]

Corellia was the same as it was a few weeks ago when he had met with the strange man and taken the odd job to rob information from the Empire. He'd completed his mission, quite tactifuly one might add, and was now back for his hard earned credits. He walked through the streets boldly, almost as if he was feeling 'good'. He was a machine and was therefore incapable of feeling anything, but the revolutionary emotion chip installed in his 'brain' allowed him to fake emotions, to create synthetic ones that his metal mind could interpret and understand. Right now he felt good, better then ever before. Why? He didn't know. It just felt good to stick it to the man- the Empire, and come out of it unscathed. Well, if you considered a few scortch marks on his armor as unscathed. Those were only surface burns created by a low yield blaster bolt harmlessly hitting the thick armor plates of his torso.

Today he went without his coat and hat. His silver body was naked for all to see, along with the heavy repeated rifle strapped to his back. People turned and gawked as the seven foot antroid stomped by, putting cracks in the pavement and sidewalks with his heavy feet. His destination was clear: the Hapan Princess tavern. There he would find the man who gave him the job, and his humble reward...

[Zereth Lancer]

And Zereth was there waiting for him. The Sith Lord sat leisurely behind a table located in the darkest corner of the establishment. It was unknown why every bar, tavern, and restruant possessed a dark corner booth, perhaps they liked being able to cater to all types of costomers, even the ones that like to hide in the shadows. On the table before Zereth sat an elegant wine glass filled with a thick red liquid that resembled blood in every aspect except for taste. Nabooian Rose Juice was a drink mixture that combined natural fruit juice with a twist of Corellian Vodka. It was a personal favorite of Zereth's. The glass was already half empty and for the moment Zereth wasn't touching it. Why, you might ask. Because he could hear the thumping of something very heavy walking through the street outside the Tavern. His contact was here.

He was a bit surprised to find his informant without his shroud of clothing on, but he didn't let it show on his face. Instead he produced a black bag that jingled a bit as it moved. The bag was set down in the center of the table and left there, "Your payment. Go ahead, take it and count it if you wish," He was showing incredible trust in the droid by giving the money first before he'd recieved the information he was paying for.

[Ragnarok]

"THAT WON'T BE NECCESSARY," His replied in his empty monotone voice. A hatch in his thich was opened and a datacard was withdrawn and placed on the table, "THE INFORMATION YOU ASKED FOR. NOT ALL DESIRED FILES WERE LOCATED, BUT THAT CONTAINS ALL THE IMPERIAL DATABASE ON NABOO CONTAINED ON YOUR DESIRED SUBJECTS. I HOPE YOU FIND IT ALL TO YOUR SATISFACTION, BUT IN THE END I HARDLY CARE," And with that he picked up the bag and slipped it over his shoulder, "OUR BUSINESS IS FINISHED."

[Zereth Lancer]

Yes, it was finished, Zereth thought as he slipped the datacard up off the slick tabletop and made it 'disapear' into the sleeve of his robe, the slide down to a special pocket located at his armpit, where the datacard would be kept safe and secure, "Yes, our business is done. I would congradulate you on a job well done, but somehow I don't think you really care. Farewell, Mercenary, and safe travels," The droid stomped out of the room and Zereth finished his drink, paid for it, and left also, heading for his ship. He would be back on Korriban in a few hours and he could barely contain his excitement. Blood was to be shed and there was nothing he loved more.