Admiral Claudius Rodney was seated quietly at a large desk, made of a
dark black material that reflected the lone ceiling light in the
expansive office. The middle-aged man was studying a datapad intently,
as if each word held his fate. Although he was reading silently, the
rate at which his eyes moved down indicated he was now reading at a
frantic pace. He scoffed suddenly, letting out a short gasp of air as he
reached a particular section. His cheeks reddened, contrasting the pale
skin exhibited by those who spent so much of their time exposed to only
artificial light. Completing the report, he let the datapad down onto
the desk, which clanked loudly. He then sat back in his chair, leaning
back as he exhibited a deep, tired sigh. It would seem there was much to
discuss with his 'guest.'
The Inquisitor was a bit surprised when she received a formal summons
from the Admiral, almost forgetting there was a man named Claudius
Rodney on the ship. Perhaps at last he wished to take her visit here
seriously and get to work. There actually was quite a bit the good
Admiral could speak with her about, due to her recent misadventures in
the ship and on Brentaal IV and Serine was intrigued with where the
conversation would start and where it could end. Claudius did not have
to wait long for the Inquisitor to arrive as she
was prompt and eager for discussion. The door slid open and Serine
strode inside as eyes glanced about the inside of the office. There were
quite a few others present, Kerrie Kiley, Min Traebor and
Meham'ohorovi'cloca. Serine noted that there was a lack of a chair other
than the one Rodney occupied, he expected her to stand during their
meeting, so be it. "You wished to speak with me, Admiral." She stood in
front of his large desk with her hands comfortably positioned behind
her back at attention as she eyed Claudius intently while
ignoring the rest present. This should prove to be very... interesting.
The Admiral cleared his throat,
his eyes rolling up towards Major Kiley, before he focused on the
Inquisitor. "Did you enjoy your trip to Brentaal, Inquisitor?" he asked
as his eyes slowly over the armor-clad vixen. "I wish you would have
discussed it with me first, however..." he said as his hand slowly moved
across the desk to grab at the datapad again. He shook his head slowly
as he re-read certain key details, visibly displeased.
"Indeed I did, Admiral. I believe Lord Nam'a'taht and myself came to
an understanding, however, he is very... suspicious. I'll gladly go into
more detail if needed." She answered honestly without any hint of
sarcasm. Inquisitor Thanor knew her bounds, she was going to be rather
careful not to overstep her grounds here, at least not on purpose. She
paused for a moment to consider to next choice of words before
continuing. "I have clearly made my intentions here time and time again
to you personally. I want nothing more than for you and I to work
closely together including sharing information. However, I feel as
though you tell me nothing and I am reduced to squandering information
from whatever avenue I can find. If you were more open, I would gladly
respect your decisions."
The Admiral sat silently, listening to her explanation. He was not
the sort that would interrupt someone, and allowed her to continue long
past where he felt the need to interject. "More than a little
suspicious, Inquisitor," he said as he leaned forward across the desk,
resting his elbows on upon it. "The reason the Major was meeting with
him was to discuss some disturbing irregularities in his shipments in
and out of the Brentaal system..." he explained to her, going into an
operational level detail with her that he had not used before. "Did the
Major not mention this before you interceded?" he questioned, his eyes
rolling up to Kerrie slightly.
"Must have slipped my mind," Major Kerrie Kiley said slowly as she
flashed a grin over towards the Inquisitor. While she had no problem
following the Inquisitor's order to not carry out the mission, she did
not see the need to brief her on its details. As the grin slowly
withdrew from her face, the young woman returned to her silent,
guard-like position behind the Admiral. She would enjoy this, viewing it
something akin to revenge.
They were going to have to do a little better than that to get any
sort of rise from the Inquisitor. Serine had an air of grace, not the
kind that was easily flustered when confronted professionally by
superiors. She obviously could tell what kind of people they were used
to dealing with, the classless kind, just like Lord Nam'a'taht. Major
Kerrie and her comments went completely ignored and she talked about her
as if the other woman wasn't even present, complete disregard. "I can
tell the type of man this 'noble' was and his view
of the Major. He felt she was nothing more than a harmless pet with a
note attached to her collar. I could see it in his eyes, his mannerisms,
and the message he wished for me to relay back to the Major... which I
have decided not to repeat for obvious reasons. He doesn't respect her,
you or the Empire. Because of this I knew the moment I stepped into his
lounge through the busted path I created that he walked all over her
previously and whatever she would have discussed with him would have
been disregarded. This is no disrespect to Major Kiley, these are my
honest impressions, and the type of man we are dealing with here." She
had more to say but decided to leave it as it was for now and hear what
the Admiral had to say.
"It seems you did not make quite the impression you would have hoped,
Inquisitor," Admiral Rodney stated as his eyes moved across the room to
his blue-skinned tactical officer. Folding his arms in front of his
chest, he swiveled his chair to directly face the one member of his crew
with whom he had no objections.
Lieutenant Meham'ohorovi'cloca nodded silently to the Admiral as a
holographic map of the Ringali Shell came into view in the darkened
room. "Milord," she began as she adjusted the controls to zoom in on the
Brentaal system. "Nam'a'taht's shipping corporation 'lost' an additional
two freighters today. Both 'captures' occurred in the same quick manner
as their other losses. No distress calls were issued and no Rebel
presence was detected in the vicinity," she explained coldly, her voice
devoid of any emotional connection to the situation. "Milord, it is
clear that these ships are simply being turned over to the Alliance,"
she concluded matter-a-factly, moving back against the wall as the
holographic image faded.
"Imperial Intelligence has detected vessels of different
configurations broadcasting transponder signals from vessels reported
'lost' by Nam'a'taht's shipping company throughout the galaxy," the
voice of Major Min Traebor began. The dark-haired Imperial Intelligence
officer's presence was noticeably more subdued lately, having become
complete preoccupied with her involvement on the planet Esseles. The
loss of several key operatives as well had tempered her, causing her to
fear for even her own safety.
"Then it is just as I had feared. Perhaps diplomatic avenues can no
longer be considered an effective strategy. If you wish, I can
personally see that Lord Nam'a'taht is no longer involved." Said almost
hopefully, though she realized that the Admiral would most likely refuse
that request, perhaps one of the reasons why this sector is in such dire
condition. "I advise that we show overwhelming power and crush the
opposition, completely exterminate them like the vermin that they are.
This would inspire our allies and strike fear into the hearts of our
enemies." The Inquisitor was rather passionate concerning her loyally to
the Empire and its cause, seen verbally within her small speech.
"Have you ever been to the planet Kubindi, Inquisitor?" Claudius
asked as he listened to another one her diatribes. His voice was soft,
and unworried, in stark contrast to the individuals who surrounded him
that too-often lost their composure and rushed into situations. "On
Kubini there are insects known as Antz that burrow deep beneath the
ground in complex networks that go unseen. The only evidence of their
existence is little outcroppings on the surface," he explained, sounding
something like a boring science teacher. "If you stomp down on them with
all of their force ... you destroy the outcropping, but the hidden
network goes undamaged. They simply push through and create a new exit,"
he concluded, offering several nods of his head. "You must be patient.
We must infiltrate and gather information. Smashing the small portion we
can see will only cause us to exert ourselves, doing no real damage to
the enemy," he explained to the much younger Inquisitor, whom he viewed
as inexperienced and lacking a tactical view of the situation.
"Why yes Admiral, I have, on a few occasions actually." It was known
that upon the planet of Kubindi was located the Silver Forest of Dreams.
Many would go there to view the forest from above, however, Serine had
visited the area discreetly due to there being a nexus for the dark side
of the Force. That bit of information she decided not to disclose to the
good Admiral, he didn't need to know on what business she was upon the
planet. The Inquisitor had no choice but to sit through his boring fable
that was obviously designed to explain things to her like
she was a fool and a child, but she suffered through it unmarred and
void of expression. "Very well Admiral, it is of course ultimately your
decision on what tactical plan is conceived and executed. I merely ask
you keep me informed in order so that I may also do my job more
"Of course, Inquisitor," the Admiral said as his hand moved towards
Major Traebor and Lieutenant Meham'ohorovi'cloca in a dismissive gesture.
He would bite his tongue until the two women had left their presence
before continuing. "...and Inquisitor," he continued, as he rose from
his desk, the chair screeching against the metal floor as he walked
around the table towards her. "I will be forwarding the bill of the
damage you caused to the Inquisitorius," he added as his face was
positioned mere inches away from hers. Content, he began to move from
the room, feeling that he had accomplished all he had set in mind.
It would not be the first time a massive bill was forwarded to the
Inquisitorius from Serine nor will it be the last, she mused silently to
herself, letting the Admiral once again get the last word in. Perhaps
for his own sanity, thus the Inquisitor yielded him at least that bit of
pleasure before he departed from his own office, leaving Serine and
Kerrie alone. "Interesting." Said softly as she realized that the
Admiral chose not to dismiss the Major or herself. Eyes drifted towards
the other woman in the room alone with her. "Is
there something in particular that I am not aware of, Major? Do you also
wish to speak with me?"
The Major emerged from behind the desk, without saying a word or
attempting eye contact as she moved. "Inquisitor, I have never wished
not to speak with anyone more in my life," she offered coldly, as she
moved after the Admiral, countless steps behind. To ab observer, she
would seem very much like a loyal dog. Always one step behind,
constantly seeking approval.