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The Gand was thankful to have the cuffs removed from his wrists but did not offer his thanks nor did he much for than follow after he was “free”. The Imperials went about their chatter about what should be done next. It was obvious that the old Mist Bender’s involvement had changed their strategy in the situation, and it appeared they weren’t of the same mind what to do next.
10/01/13 6:45 PM
Exus focused his eyes on the lane ahead, weaving between traffic to speed up their chase to the space port. Their private lane was gone with the other speeders closing in on them for the turns to navigate as the spaceport came into view. “H-he didn’t mention, my lord. I-I think though he has a plan to deal with the problem. I think. I d-don’t know for certain, but the Cipher u-usually has a contingency plan for situations like this.” When the agent spoke on the comlink he had a set goal in mind, reporting in and receiving further orders. It required little thought and thankfully was a practiced reflex that didn’t involve stuttering. Now though with the Sith in the passenger seat giving him a glare and flickering lightning against the door he couldn’t quite control his own words.
At least now he was able to look to the path ahead instead of having to drive and listen at the same time. Most times Exus was a careful driver, which also meant he didn’t often drive at top speeds through daytime traffic. Even so he successfully made his way around obstacles, the space prot growing larger by the second. Taking a chance, the agent raised a hand and clicked his commlink, “I’ll check in with him again…”
Waiting several seconds, Exus listened to the chime of a connection being established with Candell’s. Instead of a voice that answered though, a piercing shriek of feedback exploded into Exus’ ear. The agent gave ripped out the device, the speeder swerving as he momentarily lost control from the surprise. A hand clutched at Exus’ ear as he forced his eyes to remain on the road, “Someone blocked our commlinks. And they r-really don’t want us talking with the others. Da-Dang that hurt!”
When the Farghul landed an Imperial Security droid was waiting for her. The moment she landed it left its post by the walkway that led from the lot to the spaceport itself. Its rifle was passively held in its hands and it made no threatening motion to evict the speeder thief.
Instead when it reached her it spoke in a mechanized voice, “Please follow me,” it said. The droid turned to walk several paces back towards the spaceport, stopping briefly to see if the Farghul was following or not.
Turning from Sabrina, the Cipher agent listened thoughtfully to the Sith Lord and his recommendation. He could feel the look she burned into his back but being consumed in his own calculations helped to stop the pestering feeling from distracting him. It was a possible feat, try to strew some distrust amongst the group they were after. Yet it was risky as well. He agreed the Darth was not the leader of all of this, though a Sith Lord of that caliber wasn’t a simple pawn either. So many unanswered questions remained with what was going on, and if they predicted wrong about the amount of loyalty of Darth Aedis they would alert him to what they were trying to do.
In Candell’s computerized mind he weighed the risks of the Sith Lord’s idea, still uncertain about how to go about faking a possible compromise to Darth Aedis’ computers. How much intelligence the man kept on Dromund Kaas, Candell had no idea either. The old Darth most often remained on Belsavis or with his fleet. This was one of the rare times he appeared in civilization again, and with a clear purpose.
“A chance for success is possible, might be able to do so along with luring him away but how effective it will be I won’t know until we get to the spaceport,” Candell said as he pulled back on the speeder’s controls and lifted them into the air. Before going for a direct path to the spaceport he circled around the apartment complex. Down below the soldiers were starting to form back up to leave, which meant the they had a lead on the Sith Lord.
Quickly he accelerated forward towards the nearest lane that would bring them to the spaceport, “I’ll have my people start their work. If it succeeds then we’ll know by a lack of a lord powerful in the force when we apprehend this hacker. If it didn’t… Then we’ll have to deal with the consequences when they come.”
Pushing the speeder to its limit, Candell worked simultaneously at speaking into his comlink, barking orders, and dodging the stray traffic in his way. Unlike another agent, Candell was experienced at working with multitasks in mind and he was trained to drive at such speeds.
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“V-very possible, they might have a lookout th-that spotted us,” Exus answered as his hands clamped down on the wheel to keep them from running into traffic or into a building. With a hacker of this skill he could guess that one of the space port’s many cameras had caught them in their awkwardly speeding drive across the city scape. It was difficult being inconspicuous when dodging other speeders, and if there was any chance the two droids still had camera functions the hacker could have seen them when they first entered the speeder. There were countless possibilities to how they were discovered, but now it didn’t matter.
At the Sith’s command, the agent’s head had to quickly dart to the side at him. Move to the backseat, while he was driving? Exus was certain he’d skipped out on that section of training in the academy. The flicker from the Sith’s wrist before though quelled any argument or complaint he was about to give. Xaith probably wouldn’t risk shocking him while he had hands on the speeder’s control, but then that was a ‘probably’ that Exus wasn’t about to risk. “Uh-uh sure, er, yes, sir,” he managed to answer, their speed decelerating as he searched the dashboard. He was stalling for time to make sure he wasn’t going to make an even greater fool out of himself.
Meanwhile when Xaith’s datapad reactivated, a new message was ready for him to read: Disengage now.
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Righting himself in the backseat, Exus took a moment to fix uniform and adjust his belt so his blaster didn’t dig so deeply into his leg. He paused when the Sith explained what was happening with his datapad and an ‘admirer’. Resisting the urge to stare at the datapad in question the agent kept his eyes forward. They might still be under observation, though it would be much more difficult with the Sith going much faster than how he was driving. By now it would take them more than several minutes to reach the spaceport. What would be there to greet them when they landed, Exus didn’t entirely want to think about.
Acting as if he was steadying himself after a particularly sharp turn, Exus’ hand slipped to the passenger’s seat to take the datapad. Considering how he was his awkward acting was believable enough. Likely one of the rare occasion his awkwardness actually did come in handy for something and not just hinder him. Keeping his head forward he took glances down to the datapad he kept close to the back of the driver seat, mostly out of sight. He tapped on the side, sending the prepared message Xaith had left on there.
“If-if I can start a dialogue with whoever it is I might be able to make a t-trace… Won’t be as easy as the d-droids though. They haven’t left a clear trail to follow.” Exus said as he worked on the datapad. “Th-they responded: Not here. Not now. We must meet in person. Everything will be clear then. I uh, don’t think th-this is a rival of your master’s, sir.”
The droid led the Farghul through the lobby of the spaceport. Its path was direct and confident now that it was certain the pilot was following it.
The way was winding until it reached a section for private hangars. Here it seemed the presence fo Imperial soldiers had dramatically increased to full squads patrolling the halls and checking random people. The droid ignored them, and for the most part they too were ignored.
Entering one of the turbolifts the droid kept its hand on the descent button until they reached the bottom. When the door opened they were greeted by the imposing figure of a bounty hunter, clad in full heavy armor. It was a mix of different styles all added together and painted a weathered blue and steel. On his shoulder was a scattergun, and one of the bounty hunter’s fingers tapped close to the trigger.Behind him was the ship. A medium size freighter with a sleek exterior. A Czerka logo was painted on its side.
“So you’re the one boss wants flying?” The Bounty Hunter said. There was a scoff beneath the helmet before he turned. “Whatever, so long as you can fly straight,” he said with a shake of his head. The gun didn’t move from his shoulder as he started to walk towards the ship.
The droid remained where it was, waiting on the Farghul to leave.
Agent Candell wasn’t certain how to react when Sabrina jumped from the backseat. Dumbfounded didn’t quite put his feelings into perspective and flabbergasted wasn’t quite right either. Even his computerized brain had to pause in their calculations to question why of all times did nature have to call now. Any other time could have worked, but for some reason it had to be now.
The cybernetic agent made a note to look into gastrointestinal replacements to avoid this annoying organic need in the future if it ever occurred to him.
“I...I just…” Candell tried to say, still staring in the direction Sabrina had disappeared. Letting out an aggravated sigh he jumpd over the side of the speeder and checked his comlink. “My agents are still moving into position. In the meantime… I suggest seeing if we can find out what hangar our hacker might be using.”
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Xaquen followed the Agent and Sith from the speeder. The female human rushed off. Hunter instincts told him it wasn’t the biological reason she gave, that caused the exit, but she was not the one he was to be hunting so he didn’t concern himself much with where or why she left to.
The agent seemed to be thrown off completely by the exit however. Either that or he just wasn’t used to giving suggestions to Mist Benders. His people were still working at whatever measures they had to manage the situation. The Gand would let them do just that. He wasn’t sure what was going on but had a feeling that it was more than just the white haired target that troubled his new comrades.
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