“That” replied Tobal “Is something you’ll have to come aboard to see.”

His infiltrator entered one of the numerous hangar bays, almost vanishing alongside the ship which was over seven hundred times the size of his.

His last words echoed in Silus’ mind, but not the com. “Hangar bay seven”

Silus followed as he was directed, and steered his ship towards the hanger.

He stepped out of his ship, his boots echoing with many others in the busy hanger. He waited silently by his ship for this Tobal, so that he could be found by this Jedi more easily.

It took Tobal a few minutes to navigate from the infiltrator hangar bay to bay seven, but when he arrived he spotted this Silus as expected.

He walked over, feeling slightly self-couscous. At 160cm tall, he was considered short by the galactic standard. His long, white hair was commonly out of place, and the grey robes he wore stuck out like a sore thumb amongst the rest of the uniform clad people present. … why so self-conscious Tobal? Why do you care about what this person thinks of you? …

He didn’t know.


“Welcome, Silus, to the Celestial Corruptor, home of the Order of the Shadow Jedi.”

Silus stared at the man who had just spoke to him. He recognized the voice.

Silus wore black, slightly loose fitting clothes, and gloves. Upon his feet were a pair of black boots, close-fitting. He was taller than Tobal, standing at about 5' 10". His eyes didn't show any change in emotion upon seeing this man. Silus didn't care to notice physical differences between people.

"So, shall we continue to our business?" Silus asked.

Tobal tilted his head, the man’s eagerness, and seeming one-track mind was beginning to intrigue him. Unflappable, even when confronted by a ship the size of the Corruptor, and all that its shape had once stood for.

When the Corruptor typically entered a system, messages of surrender, treaty and offers of gifts were often sent within the first few minutes, this man seemed unimpressed.

“Certainly” he replied to Silus’ question. “If you will follow me…”

They walked across the hangar bay, its reflective surface bouncing their mirror images back at them, like duplicates walking in a parallel universe. The sound of men working hushed slightly as the two passed, only to increase again once they were by.

“The Order is planning a rather large mission in the near future Silus, we have been in need of an experienced mercenary to do some of the odd jobs during the mission that we deemed our own men not capable of performing… have you had experience with covert infiltration, and … demolitions?”

"Infiltration, yes I have had much experience in that. As for demolitions...well, I've done a few jobs," replied Silus,"So what are these 'odd jobs' you want me to do?"

His mind had gone back to one of the rooms towards the back of the freighter, which carried a large amount of...instruments. Covert infiltration was something he could easily do, but demolitions...that would just be a bit challenging.

(ooc: Is there a need to continue this over some form of an instant messenger? Or perhaps a private forum?)