Xel'es is heading to Korriban next, but he needs a bit of guidance. Follow along with his story after the cut and be sure to vote for his next moves!
I returned to Imperial Intelligence Headquarters to meet with Keeper and Watcher Two to give them news of my success at Lord Grathan's Estate. On the way up, Minder Five met with me to discuss Samara Mindak and the reason I had to eliminate her. The Imperial council agreed that her execution was appropriate and necessary for public safety, but I'm to keep my distance from the Mindak family until the investigation is complete. Hey, no problem there.
I made good use of my stealth generator to sneak past most of the possessed crew and trooper guardians once I was inside the temple. It really did pain me to see the Empire's good men in a position where they posed a threat to me, but I kill whom I need to kill to complete my assignment. These men were probably past the point of no return, anyway. Ancient Sith magic is powerful, and not always in a good way.
Once inside the central chambers, I disabled all three of the detonator charges that Keeper mapped out for me. Fortunately, this otherwise menial task was brightened up a bit by a few of the "Sith Lords" I met along the way. One Twi'lek peon decided that he was going to give me commands as if he were some sort of high-ranking lord, and another man named Dorian told me that he was the master of the undying darkness. But I called his bluff when I pointed out that he was still wearing his slave collar. It turned out that this nutjob actually held the key to the datacores that Captain Fizik asked me to find, so I humored the madman a bit.
I recovered a handful of his power symbols from some possessed troopers, and in return, he agreed to give me the data I needed. But one final request from Dorian amused me to no end. He actually asked that I order more slaves into the temple for his own sick power trip. The man admitted he's not actually a lord, but he wanted more subjects to rule over. This was the only way he could get them. A slave leading the slaves -- interesting concept. Of course, I agreed, and once I returned to the captain, I put in the order. Heck, it might even turn out to be a better gig for the slaves anyway if they'd rather listen to the musings of a lunatic than actually do back-breaking work.
I sat down with Keeper to discuss the future of our mission and possibly our careers. With Jadus gone, we'd expect a mad rush to fill his spot, which would make our jobs even more difficult. Not only would we deal with business as usual, but we'd also need to do some heavy duty intelligence research on any potential candidates for the darth's job.
Watcher Two interrupted to let us know that she was picking up a holo broadcast coming through to every Imperial station. A man by the name of "The Eagle" issued a call to arms and took responsibility for the death of Jadus. Of course, this set Keeper off on an emotional agenda I've never seen him display before: jaded and calculated revenge. He briefed me on a new mission to eliminate The Eagle in his nest. To increase my covert role, Keeper told me that I will now be known only as Cipher 9. The Cipher agents are faceless and nameless, so this was to be my new complete identity. The new title came with a promotion and a rank increase, but no word yet on a pay increase. I hope the medical benefits are at least a bit better.
Watcher Two will remain my HQ liaison, and in possibly the best news I've heard in months, I'll be assigned my very own starship. The X-70 Phantom is a sleek little beauty, and I'm excited to call it my home for as long as is required, which is exactly why I'm sitting here, relaxing in my captain's chair and writing this. I'll head out to my next assignment on Korriban soon enough, but first, I may take the ship's 2V-R8 droid up on its offer to give me a foot massage.
Whatdya say, Kaliyo? Make it a double?
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