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Classifieds / Re: The NPC/Companion/Quest Giver Thread
« on: 05/12/18, 01:08:05 PM »
Rivoso Varnheim, Human, Early 40s.
Both an elusive and enigmatic figure, more often than not he will be encountered when he wishes it to be so. Rivoso is both an outlaw and a pariah to his former Empire, maintaining his loyalties despite his designation as an AWOL asset. Acting as both an independent contractor and an information broker in wild space, he often haunts cantinas throughout Nar Shaddaa, Hutta, and on rare occasion, even as far as the Rishii maze. Wherever intrigue and mystery reside, it is a safe bet that Rivoso is not far behind, if not already involved in some degree. Ruthless, clever, tenacious, with a side of unorthodox, he makes for a useful ally and a dangerous foe. Should he take part in a quest, or offer one, rest assured that he certainly has an angle that would prove beneficial for him and by extension, his Empire.

(I've got a few other active characters should the need arise, but that will come at a later date.)

Cantina / Re: Character Faceclaims!
« on: 05/11/18, 04:44:07 PM »
I finally got around to editing it, but behold! New faceclaim for an old toon!

Cantina / Re: Roll Call - How active are you?
« on: 05/11/18, 04:30:08 PM »
Hi, yes, hello. I'm peeking out from the shadows once again.

As far as game mastering goes, I haven't exactly taken the GM role and "run" an event persay. However, in the past, I've tried to push a few self initiated plot-lines forward with the intent of including a good handful of players and having some fun. To those who are well acquainted with me, you know that the behind the scenes spying and espionage/intrigue tend to be what I enjoy most. But, that type of play comes with a host of issues in of itself that I won't digress into at this moment.

Recently however, I'm trying my hand at a more direct method of DMing as I have a plot-line in the works (and utilizing the years worth of IC progress/building I've done) for the small guild I'm a part of. As a student though, in addition to being a newbie, it's taking longer than I'd like because as Dassalya said, life gets pretty hectic.

I would be open to including others to take part in other areas that may not be directly connected to the main focus I have with the guild (as they're a small group of people I can trust to help me with mistakes and such), but again, it's a slow process for me right now. Plus, I don't want to take off more than I can chew especially with school coming up again here shortly.

Holocrons and Info Nodes / Re: What Goes Around...
« on: 02/23/18, 12:17:21 PM »

The neon glow that emanated from the lower depths of Nar Shaddaa pushed upwards as it fought against the coming night. Speeder traffic was dying down as many denizens were preparing to retire for the evening. And upon a landing pad at the Mezenti spaceport, Rivoso looked over it all with a stern gaze. Each breath of the polluted air brought a hint of a metallic taste, yet even with the unpleasant sensation, it did little to distract his mind.

Nearly two weeks had passed since his confrontation on Alderaan, perhaps the most brazen of his appearances of late. While he’d expected his presence to be made known to his chosen target within Sith Intelligence, the notion that another party of interest approaching him hadn’t occurred. Moreover, the ease with which they had tracked him down was somewhat alarming, which caused his scowl to deepen.

It hadn’t been more than an hour since the unscheduled meeting. An entourage of two Sith and an Agent is no insignificant party, despite one of them appearing to simply be partaking in the same chosen establishment. However, the message that their presence sent was all too clear to the former Agent, the name of House Moros carried influence enough to have such a grouping heed their call, perhaps controlling even more behind the scenes.

This is certainly no coincidence, you show your face after a period of silence and within two months, you have a house of power track you down? They’re collaborating with Sith intel, maybe even Sector Seven..

Yet they proposed an offer promising amnesty from our current status while under their employ. This could be a blessing in disguise, something that would allow you to live amongst your people once more..

Both options seemed quite viable, which made the gamble of a decision all the more risky. If their offer and terms were upheld, amnesty would lead to a great deal more maneuverability, as being smuggled into the Imperial capital was no small feat, nor cheap. Rivoso flexed his fingers as he let out a low hum. He knew all too well what could happen if the offer was mere bait. His hand came up to the cybernetic eye he now utilized, fingers brushing along it and then trailing down the accompanying scar as the memories of his capture resurfaced.

With a sigh, Rivoso turned from the smoggy cityscape, his legs beginning to carry him into the spaceport. Everything that he’d built over the last ten years was being put at risk, but the matter deserved to be investigated. The quest for vengeance against his dear Watcher friend could wait for now.

I’ll bite Moros… Let’s see what you have in store.

Cantina / Re: Your RP character's voice
« on: 02/21/18, 07:25:44 PM »
Weee, this thread! Now @Rivoso can stop laughing when Feyda talks with the Warrior voice...

Feyda: Nathan Young
Specifically how the actor speaks for that character. Warning, the video has some gross and offensive language, because Nathan, well, is a bit of a  :darkside: :darkside: :darkside: :darkside:

Hazaly: Evanna Lynch
Also known as Luna Lovegood! Same as her faceclaim, which is always handy, though voice-wise she speaks a bit lower as Evanna now does in adulthood.

I will forever giggle about that

Holocrons and Info Nodes / Re: Comments on Stories
« on: 02/12/18, 10:49:38 PM »
@Maryck I ain't choked up a bit, you are!

Seriously though, that was short and sweet, I hope to see more!

Cantina / Re: Make a (fashion) statement
« on: 02/12/18, 07:07:05 PM »
... especially one from that Masquerade Ball we had. @Rivoso was biggest fan of Bælfir's lack of pants.

@Auryn I'm gonna need you to check your citation on that one bucko :p

I has the proof.

GG WP I'll happily take being outplayed here

Cantina / Re: Make a (fashion) statement
« on: 02/12/18, 06:46:37 PM »
... especially one from that Masquerade Ball we had. @Rivoso was biggest fan of Bælfir's lack of pants.

@Auryn I'm gonna need you to check your citation on that one bucko :p

Holocrons and Info Nodes / What Goes Around...
« on: 02/06/18, 01:20:00 AM »

With the crisp air wafting down from the Alderaanian mountains, it was difficult not to pause and breathe it in. Despite the hurried nature of his errand, Ensign Nottewell fell victim to the enchanting breeze, the cool air filling his lungs as he closed his eyes, bringing about a refreshed feeling over his troubled mind. It was when the young officer remembered the datapad in his hands that his eyes snapped open once again, his pace briskly carrying him on once more. He stood tall as he walked, trying desperately to appear as though he were on official business while his legs began to ache as his strides proved to be just a bit too long.

If it wasn’t for the illicit nature of his errand, Nottewell might’ve taken a few moments longer to enjoy the orderly nature of House Thul’s main grounds, paired neatly against the magnificent snow-topped backdrop that the towering mountains provided. Yet, he’d already wasted enough time. More than he should have. A bead of sweat dripped down his forehead, hastily wiped away by his sleeve as he turned a corner, legs quickly vaulting him up the stairway before him. With a quick check of his chrono, the ensign darted around another turn, heading straight for the modest cantina that was his destination.

Several minutes passed after Nottewell had gotten a table, his fingers tapping anxiously against the datapad he held in his lap while he directed his gaze towards the entrance every few seconds. Something felt off, as the contact he’d been instructed to meet was supposed to have been where he sat already. With a slight tremble in his hand, the ensign reached for his glass, downing the rest of its contents very hastily before setting it down with a loud clunk. The ensign let out a shaky sigh, doing his best not to let the anxiety swelling up in his chest take control of the situation.

The effort was menial at best, given that the ensign nearly fell out of his seat when a figure sat down across from him unannounced. The clothing he wore was reminiscent of his contact, yet the face was entirely different. Gray streaks of hair weaved through black, combed back in a casual, almost bedraggled fashion. Most notably though was the cybernetic eye, Imperial design given away by the piercing scarlet glow that emanated from it’s center, and the perpendicular scars that lay underneath.

“Y-You’re n-”

“Not your contact? ‘Fraid not.”

The stranger smirked slightly, pulling out a small device and placing it on the table between them before leaning back quite comfortably in his chair. His gaze, while appearing quite casual, sent a shiver up the young Imperial’s spine. Something was definitely not right.

“Now then,” the newcomer began, “Nottewell was it? We’ve been tracking you for quite some time. I must say, I’m rather disappointed honestly. Tell me, what are you doing here exactly?”

Nottewell could feel his ears burning, the lump in his throat nearly cutting off the air from reaching his lungs.

“Meeting someone.” he murmured.

“For what purpose, exactly?”

“Trading station schemat-”

A hand came up instinctively, nearly knocking the datapad it had held to the ground. The fact that the ensign nearly blurted out an answer so easily made his eyes widen in fear.

“Come now ensign, trading schematics? They wouldn’t belong to the Empire now would they?”


“Tsk. That’s a shame. And your contact, SIS I’m guessing?”


The stranger shook his head, letting out a sigh as he leaned forward. When he looked at the ensign once again, the casual facade had all but disappeared, replaced with a damning glare the bore right through the young man.

“It seems your situation has taken a turn for the worse, Ensign.” a low growl rumbled in the back of his throat as he spoke, “Sith Intelligence is on the way, and I can promise you that what they’ll do to you is far worse a fate than you can imagine right now. Afterall, the traitors the bring in don’t tend to see daylight ever again..”

Nottewell let out a shaky breath, this is not how he imagined this meeting would turn out. His fingers flexed and unflexed while he stared back at the mysterious figure.

“That said, seeing as you’re young and nothing more than a fool, I’m willing to give you an out.”

The Stranger slipped a hand into his coat, pulling out a small holdout blaster and placing it on the table.

“There's enough power in the cell for one lethal shot. Do yourself a favour and use it.”

The explanation was a chilling one, requiring no further elaboration. Nottewell went pale, his eyes staring down at the weapon, completely ignoring the other man as he stood up and left.


The crisp, cool air swept up into a light breeze as Rivoso exited the cantina, causing the hairs on the back of his neck to stand on end. He had missed Alderaan, to some extent, as it had often served as tranquil haven in his early service days. But that had been years ago, now, the smell of the mountain air brought back bittersweet memories of colleagues long gone and rivals now forgotten. The Agent ran a hand through his hair as he casually strolled away, the sound of a single blaster shot followed by several screams bringing a menacing smile to his lips. His holocomm chirped once before he unhooked it from his belt,

“C’mon Rivvy what’s the hold up?”

“I had to buy the kid a drink first. It was the least I could do.”

“Sheesh, aren’t you the generous one..”

“Leslie, you and I should both know it better than anyone. He was lucky I found him first.”


Several droids held a perimeter around the cantina while a small group of Imperial troopers moved about within. It had only been about twenty minutes after the incident occurred, just enough time for Sith Intelligence to show up. A trio of agents followed behind their leader, Watcher Thirty-Five, who’d insisted upon seeing to the scene personally. Sharp blue eyes took in the scene before him, gazing at the corpse that lay atop the dining table. Without a word, he held out a hand, an agent quickly retrieving a datapad and placing it within the outstretched fingers. On it’s screen was a picture of the former Ensign Nottewell, accompanied with a list of information along its side.

The Watcher’s brow rose slightly as he scrolled along the screen, his gaze focusing on the list of suspected crimes that popped up with small warnings.

“Can we confirm this?” he looked to one of the agents.

As if on cue, one of the troopers handed over the datapad that the former ensign had held. As it powered up, the Watcher turned his attention to the trooper.

“What about witness testimonies, did anyone see who he was meeting?”

“Yes sir. Witnesses report a man with a scarred face and cybernetic was sitting at the table with the victim.” the trooper traced a finger along his helmet in the shape of the scar described, moving from brow to jaw, and then another overlapping line across the cheek and nose.

A frown formed on the Imperial’s lips, his brow furrowing tightly into a scowl. Already he had his suspicions, but a small part of him was hoping he was wrong.

“Sir? We also found this on the table.”

With a low grunt, the Watcher turned and took the small device in hand, his thumb pressing the power button quickly. The small text that appeared on the screen made him curse under his breath. ‘Still playing by the rules, Watcher? -R’. It was enough to make his face go red, fingers curling tightly around the small device until his knuckles went white. For the former agent in question, the Watcher knew that making his presence known so blatantly was nothing short of deliberate.

This is the third time in a row, why come out of hiding now?!

Cantina / Re: Twitch Prime Codes for SWTOR
« on: 05/03/17, 03:22:36 PM »
Mind if I snag this one?


Cantina / Re: bioware pls
« on: 03/28/17, 02:01:52 PM »
Personally, I don't really see anything wrong with the personal ships the way they are. Perhaps it's just because I'm not the choosiest individual.

I can see how it might be desirable to some, but I think the reason they don't consider it is because it seems extremely niche specific. For example, a PvE guild really only needs a SH to show off decorations, a GTN, bank, mailbox, crafting table, and a vendor here or there.  The same with a PvP guild, which, any of the available Strongholds will do. In addition to this, a solo player who is unaffiliated can already purchase these utility items for their personal ship, and are unlikely to have more than 4 people in a group anyways.

So it really is only the RP population that it would appeal to. And, I don't know how much of the RP population would even want it. Yeah, it would be a nice convenience, but does it impact the ability to RP in an efficient manner? I would argue that it doesn't.

Essentially, you have a fraction of a fraction of the game population calling for such a feature, which from a business standpoint, it isn't exactly a productive investment for the dev-team (I think at least).

Storyboards / Re: Dancing with Ghosts
« on: 10/12/16, 02:13:49 PM »

Rivoso sat at his desk busy at work once again. The dark circle that hung under his organic eye had darkened some, signalling the extent of his weariness had only grown in the weeks prior. His meeting with the Exchange had gone as expected, and the trade deal that had been negotiated with Queen Vedriat had been accepted in full. His fingers scrolled through the terminals contents, pausing briefly on the now expired invitation to the royal party that had occurred not even a week ago. He sighed slightly, pulling up a new document and began and addressed it to the king and queen of Shadren.

To King Dorian and Queen Vedriat of the Shadren Hegemony,

I must apologize for my absence to your most recent engagement. Though I wished to take part in the festivities, I must admit that my attention was required elsewhere as a dear friend of mine fell ill.

I will make it a point to attend in the future should you decide to grace the galaxy with another of your esteemed engagements.

Commander Midwan

With a tap of a button the message was sent and Rivoso leaned back in his chair, taking a brief moment to enjoy the quiet of his office. The brief pause was interrupted by the small chirp of his holocommunicator, making him sigh once more as he retrieved it from his belt. A quick series of encryptions were set in place before he took the call, the blue translucent figure of The Valkyrie taking form.

Emissary, how fares the Shadren investigation?” The blue figure held his hands behind his back, the dark visor obscuring all of his features as always.

Preliminary reports are showing that the planets who have been under the rule of the Hegemony for some time now are tolerant of the undead. We still don’t have much to go on, though I suspect that planets near the edge of their borders may be less accepting.

The helmeted figure nodded his head slowly, a hand slipped out from behind his back and absently grasped his chin in thought.

I know you have made arrangements with the Exchange as part of the next phase of this endeavour, though there may be a slight complication. Have you seen the news reports concerning a vigilante calling himself ‘The Viper’?

Rivoso furrowed his brow and leaned back in his chair, his fingers steepled together.

My attention has been spread rather thin lately, though I believe I may have skimmed over it.

According to the media sources, this vigilante is targeting small scale gang operations, sabotaging illegal arms and leaving the criminals in a wounded state. No casualties have been confirmed.

So they have a sense of morality.And the causes of the wounds?

Multitudes of fine lacerations, the markings of a skilled swordsman. Potentially an estranged Jedi Knight looking to fulfill their quota of ‘justice’.

Rivoso let out a low hum of contemplation, his eyes drifting down to his desk as the beginnings of a plan began to form within his mind.

At the very least, we need to find a way to stop them from targeting our suppliers. Though, they could prove to be a useful asset… If given a push in the proper direction.

The Valkyrie nodded once more, his hand slipping back to it’s previous position.

I’ll have Chip follow any further developments on the matter and report to you. Finding a place for them in our plans is up to your discretion Emissary. Valkyrie out.

The call was cut abruptly, leaving Rivoso alone once again in the silence of his office. He breathed deeply, spinning around to look out the large window to his left. His fingers began to tap each other rhythmically and his eye narrowed as the internal thoughts raced to form a coherent plan of action.

…You only get smarter by playing a smarter opponent.

Events and Occasions / Re: A Royal Party
« on: 10/07/16, 12:18:29 AM »
The children were also given gifts, including a toy version of M1-4X... whose voice box, while devoid of explicitly Anti-Imperial or Pro-Republic messages, is happy to expouse the virtues of democracy and the eeeeevils of tyranny!

Meanwhile in Sarresh's office.

Storyboards / Re: Dancing with Ghosts
« on: 09/29/16, 03:16:58 PM »

The top floor of the main parliament building served as a beautiful vantage point to look upon the bustling business sector of the Nistian capital. Rivoso stood stoically before the large window, his eyes taking in the sun-washed beauty of the metropolis that had become his home. Rarely did he ever travel into the city limits, often preferring the distant skyline view that his personal villa offered and the peace that came with it. But for the occasional time he made the commute, his eyes couldn’t help but wander in a similar fashion that a tourist might use to take in the sights before him.

His sightseeing session was interrupted by the sound of footsteps behind him, followed by the metallic voice of a protocol droid.

“Your guests have arrived sir, shall I send them up?”

Please do.

Rivoso turned around to face the interior of the boardroom now, slowly walking to the position at the head of the table where he then took his seat. He steepled his fingers as he leaned back into the chair as men and women of various species began to file into the room. His eyes casually flicked to each of them, fingers tapping against each other rhythmically while he waited for them all to settle in and the superficial conversation to cease.

He cleared his throat before sitting upright “Good afternoon, I appreciate you all taking the time out of your busy schedules to attend this meeting. Some of you may be wondering why such an unorthodox session might occur between a government official and corporate executives such as yourselves.

He paused to look around the table, some of the figures nodding slightly in agreement.

I’ll keep it brief: the government of Nistia is to approach a new faction that has arisen in terms of trade and economic partnership. What this means for you is an opportunity to tap into a new market within the Belsmuth sector and the new means of increasing your gross product income. The standard five-percent royalty to the Nistian government will apply, otherwise the opportunity will be what you make of it. As for the deal’s current state, I will make it a point to forward any developments to you all as they arise.

A soft murmur rippled it’s way down the length of the boardroom, accompanied with some nods and chuckles.

Unless there are any questions with regards to this potential opportunity, then we are concluded.

Rivoso stood quietly and went back to looking over the cityscape, waiting patiently as the executives chatted idly for some time before trickling their way out of the boardroom. Once the last of them had made their leave, Rivoso took out a personal holocom, the blue figure of a hooded Rodian materializing in front of him.

Chip, make preparations to meet with the Exchange.

“The Exchange? Couldn’t we go with someone we have more stable arrangements wit-”

You can leave the diplomacy to me, this is something that needs to be done outside of our circle of influence.

“Sure thing.”


The usual buzz of both people and speeders enveloped Nar Shaddaa’s Promenade, though one could feel the faint vibrations of the lively Slippery Slopes if the right attention was paid. Mercenaries and party-goers alike were in high attendance, making it all the easier for the Emissary to slip in unnoticed. Bright colourful lights flashed overhead while the deep bass notes reverberated through the crowd, bringing a euphoric feeling to those interested in escaping whatever realities awaited them outside.

The Emissary, however, had a single purpose for the evening, and it didn’t take long for him to locate the two Exchange thugs standing guard just outside one of the private rooms. He made his way through the crowd as nimbly as a snake through the grass, brushing past the occasional drunkard as they nearly lost their balance. Upon reaching the door, he raised his arms and watched as one of the men patted him down from behind the opaque visor that rested over his face.

Upon finishing the brief inspection, the Emissary strode down into the confines of the private suite, the loud music from before quickly dulling into a low thud that reverberated through the hallway. The corridor took a turn to the left before it opened up into a well furnished lounge, the interior of which stood several armed guards and a boisterous figure who sat in the center of the room. The Emissary took a few steps into the room before pausing to clasp his hands in front of him.

“The Emissary is it? More like the Errand-Boy..” the raspy voice let out a hoarse chuckle before sipping from a glass “Welcome to my personal lounge.”

Call me what you wish, I’m here to talk business.

“Is this on behalf of that damned Valkyrie bastard that’s too afraid to meet with me in person?”


The Exchange captain downed the rest of his drink before standing up and descending from his perch. A small flick of his wrist caused two of the guards to circle around and surround their guest.

“You can tell your boss that if he wants to deal with ME, he’s gotta come himself. Each time he decides to send some kriffing grunt like you, well… We’ll just have to teach you that lesson.”

The guards behind lunged forward to grab at the masked man, only to come up empty. The Emissary crouched low and spun to face the anticipated attack. In a quick series of swift retaliatory strikes, he dispatched the first thug before engaging the next. The remaining foe scrambled to draw a blaster and the Emissary took advantage of the momentary hesitation, quickly closing the gap before striking his throat with one hand, while the other slipped to his foe’s belt and drew the vibroknife that resided there. One more quick turn and he faced the all but stunned thug-leader, and within a blinks time the knife’s tip was stuck to his neck, drawing a pinprick of blood.

Allow me to be perfectly clear. You will discuss the terms of engagement with me, and the next time you try a stunt like that.. You and your men will die. Understood?

Wide eyes stared at the featureless mask as the Captain nodded his head slightly.


The Emissary kept the blade at his throat as he guided his hostage to a chair before forcefully sitting him down.

Now, let’s talk.

The more control the victim thinks they have, the less control they actually have.

Storyboards / Re: Dancing with Ghosts
« on: 09/22/16, 01:58:44 PM »

The sound of the door sliding open startled Rivoso awake, his entire body tightening at the fact he’d been caught unaware. The familiar tone of his personal protocol droid allowed him to relax, giving it a slow nod once it had announced his guest had arrived. A quick glance towards the chronometer caused him to raise a brow in surprise, he’d found sleep for several hours while curled up on the couch within his office. Upon this realization, the stiffness within his muscles was made quite apparent and elicited a groan as he stretched them out.

With a final check of his uniform to ensure it was in neat and proper order, he sat at his desk and opened a blank document. His fingers went to work on the keypad, the beginnings of a formal trade proposal addressed for the ‘Shadren Hegemony’ made their way onto the document. The door before him slid open, followed by the sound of dull footsteps atop carpet which caused his gaze to flick upwards momentarily. Before him stood a young man of Imperial descent with every detail of his outfit fixed to a meticulous level. His chestnut brown hair was slicked back in a neat fashion, and his posture seemed far more rigid than proper.

Lorn, welcome. I am Emissary, as I’m sure our benefactor has made you aware already.

“He has sir, I understand you have a project of a rather sensitive matter?”

Rivoso paused in his typing and shifted his focus entirely  to the young agent that stood before him. His brow furrowed and he gestured to a chair before steepling his fingers beneath his jaw.

In the most basic sense yes. But before I delve into the details of the matter, I need to ensure that you understand what exactly our motives are with the work that you will no doubt become involved with. The goal of this organization is of a protective nature, our allegiance is to the galaxy at large. When called upon, you must be willing and able to set aside any and all prejudices you may have in order to carry out these assignments. They are not designed to further the agenda of any one faction, but rather to protect the innocent from tragedies such as the destruction of Ziost some years ago.

“Pardon my interruption, but such a goal seems idealistic at best. Just how can a small organization in the shadows hope to stop such catastrophic events?”

The details behind how we operate are none of your concern, but if it eases your mind, the resources at our disposal are incredibly far reaching and have been built up over years of preparation. What we focus on are events of mass ruin and needless destruction: wars of political, economic, and social reasons are none of our concern as such events are inevitable. With that said, you would not have been brought into this organization if you did not share similar sentiments or could not see the larger picture here.

Lorn offered a simple nod, remaining quiet for the time being.

With that said, we can discuss the nature of your assignment. There has been a coup within the Belsmuth sector, signalling that a new faction of note as arisen on the galactic board. Under normal circumstances we would stand back and keep a passive watch on them, but this is not the case. The Shadren Hegemony’s rise to power has been swift, most likely attributed to the use of a very corrupt vein in the Force. In short, Necromancy.

“I have heard of similar uses of the Force within the Sith in ages past, but has the art been perfected now?”

Unknown. So far we don’t know the scale of this power, nor how far it may reach. What we can assume is that it is indeed powerful if this faction has become so potent in such a small timeframe. For now, we will be sending you to the various worlds within their territory to determine the local views on the King and Queen, as well as this necromantic gift being used on such a wide scale. It is strictly an information gathering task. Subterfuge will be your main weapon for the time being, as you are going to be given the necessary documentation to be identified as a Zakuulan citizen.  This cannot be tied back to the planet Nistia, the Sith Empire, or the Republic, and failure is not an option. Is this understood?

“Yes sir.”

Good, you will become our primary contact within the Shadren system, so I expect you to use your intelligence training to establish a network of connections there as quickly as possible. Resources such as credits or black market materials can be acquisitioned upon request. As for your position within Sith Intelligence, our contacts there have ensured that you will be on an undercover assignment on Zakuul. Good luck.

With a final nod, Lorn stood and turned to leave. Once the door had shut behind him, Rivoso turned back to his console and resumed his work upon the trade proposal.

Because you’re smarter, and I’m dumber.

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