Kanon Krowe
May 13th, 2002, 12:08:58 AM
The starship Asgard floated through hyperspace to no where imperticular. The ship was neither large nor small. It had no weapons at all and minimal shields. However, it's quickness was a worthy asset. In essence, the ship was a leasure cruise for it's owner, Kanon Krowe. The entire vessel was stocked full of entertainment. Officially sized pools, holo-movie theaters, the works.
"Dedrick, bring us out of hyperspace. The starlines are beginning to annoy me."
Kanon was always one to have his way. They'd actually been intending for a spacious spot to dock. Somewhere without asteroid fields or nearby planet systems. They were close enough to their distination to pull out of hyperspace short.
The room they were in was Kanon's personal office. So Dedrick, his humble servant, relayed the order to the ship's delegated captain.
After a short wait, they arrived close to their target mark.
"Dedrick, do you still have that comm channel?"
"Which do you speak of, my lord?"
"The one we stole from the Bothan Spynet. The Imperial Diktat, Viscera."
The channel was in fact a relay station. The message would be intercepted, then Viscera would be notified of it and would have the option to respond. If he responded, he would see the face of Kanon in a holomesage. Krowe had his personal setting of course. It closened on his face and made it perticularly large. This was to induce feelings of insuperiority.
"Are we recording Dedrick?"
Dedrick thumbed a button. "We are now, my lord."
"Viscera, I have heard much about you and you're fellow Empire elite. I suggest you respond if you'd like good news."
OOC - Hope I did everything alright. I didn't think you're character would just let people talk to him openly. Figured he'd have a filter in place.
"Dedrick, bring us out of hyperspace. The starlines are beginning to annoy me."
Kanon was always one to have his way. They'd actually been intending for a spacious spot to dock. Somewhere without asteroid fields or nearby planet systems. They were close enough to their distination to pull out of hyperspace short.
The room they were in was Kanon's personal office. So Dedrick, his humble servant, relayed the order to the ship's delegated captain.
After a short wait, they arrived close to their target mark.
"Dedrick, do you still have that comm channel?"
"Which do you speak of, my lord?"
"The one we stole from the Bothan Spynet. The Imperial Diktat, Viscera."
The channel was in fact a relay station. The message would be intercepted, then Viscera would be notified of it and would have the option to respond. If he responded, he would see the face of Kanon in a holomesage. Krowe had his personal setting of course. It closened on his face and made it perticularly large. This was to induce feelings of insuperiority.
"Are we recording Dedrick?"
Dedrick thumbed a button. "We are now, my lord."
"Viscera, I have heard much about you and you're fellow Empire elite. I suggest you respond if you'd like good news."
OOC - Hope I did everything alright. I didn't think you're character would just let people talk to him openly. Figured he'd have a filter in place.