Reining In The Dog
Adjunct Sephi Norokos Lord Ishfan Szymon
The return to Kessel had not been the relief he'd hoped, indeed quite the opposite. Upon the shuttle's descent in to the Garrison Moon base's main hangar, a large streamlined Surronian attack ship of gleaming obsidian hull stood distinctly out of place. The lack of markings made no matter, Szymon knew exactly of the vessel's origins. Observably tense as he strode down the boarding plank, he made formalities with the greeting Commander Elliss, Warden of the Kessel facility,
"Admiral!" the weathered, grey and seasoned Commander addressed his superior while snapping to attention.
Szymon returned the formality while quietly questioning,
"Our friend, when did he arrive?" he inquired while removing a pair of pilot's gloves one finger at a time and tucking them in to a rear buttock pocket.
"Not more than an hour ago Sir. He awaits in your personal quarters. I insisted otherwise, but he's invoked the Trinity. ." the aged Commander Elliss answered in his raspy voice and trailing off in an unfinished and bated manner.
Szymon grew irritated with the revelation, momentarily taking the frustration out on the subordinate,
"NEVER mention them by name!" he quietly scolded the other while standing over him and bearing down with a phalange extended nearly in to his face.
The elder corrected himself,
"Yes Admiral, apologies my Lord!" he promptly responded while bowing his head and keeping his gaze pointed downward.
A group of several of the Base's personnel standing nearby and tending to a pile of cargo containers with a pair of heavy loader droids shot peripheral glances at the muted conference while busily hurrying about their duties and pretending not to notice.
Szymon turned his attention to the accompanying Inspector Niks and directed him to tend to some other benign matters, after which he himself took a brief moment to gather himself while taking in the bustling surroundings of Sky Bogey's hangar operations before hastily making his way to a small bright yellow highlighted turbolift.
The door hissed shut behind and the platform ascended the railed shaft rapidly, rising up past the subterranean levels, shooting past the surface and the hangar bay ceiling as the tube guided the compartment in to and through the towering base's superstructure, carrying the Admiral directly to his personal suite, the upper observatory deck of the Spire, the Moon's only prominent architecture- a large defensive obelisk fortress, the only visibly exposed portion of the base's body.
A journey of only several seconds, Ishfan took the opportunity to consider the possible motive of the unexpected visitor, be it the folly and near total destruction of the Tenloss Hussars at Lybeya or exposure of his recent cozying to the Hutts. Regardless the cause, it was sure to be an unpleasant encounter.
The turbolift slowed to a cushioned halt as the built up pressure proceeded through an intechange and pneumatically powered the door to glide open. Szymon stepped out in to the lavish and luxurious comforts of what normally served as his personal nest, though now shadowed by the pungent presence of the Tenloss Adjunct Sephi Norokos, a rotund pale yellow skinned and brown speckled Twi'lek of ornate jewelled dress who was slowly strolling about the quarters, admiring the over head star scape transparisteel ceiling.
The portly head-tailed alien turned about to face the newly arrived Szymon and donned a sly pointy smile while he let out a slow deep gluttoral groan while twisting his fingers around one of his own cranial appendages,
"Sssszzzyyymoonnn! Greeeeeetingggssssss!" he boisterously declared in feigned friendly demeanor.
Ishfan cracked only the side of his mouth in a deliberate dismissal of his authenticity,
"By all means, make yourself at home Sephi," he began while motioning to a server droid that eagerly awaited paging in a corner.
The small droid scurried over and Szymon helped himself to several elements atop a tray bore in one of it's many arms, producing a fuming beverage concotion in moments as he continued, addressing the other over his shoulder,
"is there a particular vice I might offer to quench?" The Twi'lek narrowed his devious smile and answered bluntly, ignoring the offer,
"The Trivium is dissatisfied." Szymon placed his concotion back on the droid's tray without getting a chance to sample it and turned back to face and took several steps up to the guest,
"By what offense?" he inquired intently, softening his previous sarcastic tone and severely raising his pitch in prepared defense.
"More than one are there? Perhaps I should look?" the Twi'lek countered smartly while raising his brows in rhetorical inquisition and motioning an upheld hand slightly outward towards Ishfan's forehead and wiggling his fingers.
Szymon smacked his slowly encroaching hand away and turned, marching back to the server droid and fetching his drink. The Twi'lek snickered in a hissing fashion and began to pace while toying with his head-tail again, unfolding the purpose of his visit,
"Vergesso. THEY have conferred and I, to deliver judgementttt," he began to speak.
Ishfan interrupted,
"Vergesso was a success. The squatters were flushed and it was delivered as promised. The Hussar's loss was their own blame. Yanosh was a brash fool, it's by luck alone he survived as long as he di," until he himself was cut off, his vocal chords and tongue experiencing a sudden sharp pinch, followed abruptly by what felt like a boot upon his throat and a fist in his mouth as he grasped at the intangible cause in the empty air in front of him and distressingly was forced to panicked breaths through his nostrils. . .(TBC)
-=General Summary=-
E/LSHT Sigma exited HS at Kessel, returned to Garrison Moon
