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| - Moorshavin looked over at a holophoto of his uncle, Phane. In the picture, Phane and Moorshavin's father, Hannibal, were holding each other, like brothers. "Well, Uncle Phane, I did it. I finally answered your call for revenge and justice. I hope you rest peacefully now." Moorshavin said, gently to the photo, before putting it away. "Your uncle was very important to you, wasn't he?" Draco Minoris said, appearing in the doorway. Moorshavin looked over at him. "Indeed, he was. Even though I never got to know him, I still felt a connection with him. I still do, one that I just can't seem to explain, you know?" Draco Minoris merely nodded his head, walked in, and patted Moorshavin on his shoulder, and said, "Yep. I do."
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| - Moorshavin looked over at a holophoto of his uncle, Phane. In the picture, Phane and Moorshavin's father, Hannibal, were holding each other, like brothers. "Well, Uncle Phane, I did it. I finally answered your call for revenge and justice. I hope you rest peacefully now." Moorshavin said, gently to the photo, before putting it away. "Your uncle was very important to you, wasn't he?" Draco Minoris said, appearing in the doorway. Moorshavin looked over at him. "Indeed, he was. Even though I never got to know him, I still felt a connection with him. I still do, one that I just can't seem to explain, you know?" Draco Minoris merely nodded his head, walked in, and patted Moorshavin on his shoulder, and said, "Yep. I do." - - - - - -Hesperidium "Look sharp, people. Anything could jump out at you." Tarakus said, keeping his voice low, but stern enough. They filed out of their ships, and slowly probed the grounds of the hotel, where the crystal said to go. Tarakus kept his lightstaff out, and held tightly in his hand, as he looked around for another clue. "Do you see anything, Wayne?" He asked, after a few minutes. "Nothing. What if the clue is something found in the Force?" Wayne replied. "That's a possibility. But, let's go through all possible locations for whatever it is we're looking for." "Right." They searched for a few more hours, with nothing turning up. They reconviened by their ships. "Ok, there's one more thing that we can try. Use the Force, to find the clue we're searching for." Tarakus said, then elaborating on Wayne III's theory. It took another half hour before Mirandall stopped in front of a planter. "Something was here. Whatever it was, it was on the Dark Side of the Force." He muttered, then looking for something else. Tarakus happened to be nearby, when Mirandall made the discovery. "What is it, Mirandall?" "Something dark was here, Tarakus. I can feel the leftover energy." "Hmm. . .let's look here. Surely, whatever it was, left something for us to find, with a clue to her location." - - - - - -Anjanik City, Curava Moorshavin woke up the next morning with a throbbing headache, like someone had slammed it against a duracrete wall. Rubbing his head, he slowly got up, and slipped into his clothes, a red tunic, with WSIR on the collar, black pants, and boots, and a large gray medal that hung on his tunic. He walked into the dining hall of the Citadel of the Mountain, the residence of the leader of the WSIR. "Sir, your breakfast is ready." A servant dressed in blue walked up to Moorshavin's chair at the table. "Good. Get me some medication for my headache, please." "Yes sir." The servant walked away for a moment, returning with a bottle of medication. "Thank you." Moorshavin said, downing ten of the pills, with his cup of caf. "That ought to do for now." He said, setting the medication down on the table, next to his breakfast plate. A few trusted advisors walked in, holding their datapads. Servants set large breakfast platters down in front of them as they sat down. Moorshavin put a small smile on his face. "Gentlemen, today, we are gathered at my residence, to discuss plans to invade our neighboring galaxy, using cloaking devices. So, let's proceed, shall we?" - - - - - -Hesperidium After a few more minutes of searching near the planter, Mirandall spotted what looked like red coral. He held it up to Tarakus. Tarakus held out his hand, closing his eyes, trying to sense the Force in it. "Yes, this is what we're looking for. Now, I think, my dearly beloved might've imprinted an image of some sort, to give us an idea of where to go to, next." Tarakus grabbed the object, and examined it with extra care. After a few minutes of observation, Tarakus said, "Well, it's a piece of a Sith object that was once housed on Ziost, homeplanet of the Sith species." Mirandall gave Tarakus a questionable look. "Yes, I'm quite sure, Mirandall. It's got Ziost written all over it. But, that's not where we're going next." "Well, then, where is it that we're going to?" "She pointed us back to Coruscant, but a different part of the planet." "As far as I know, Coruscant is a hotbed for WSIR and GAG activity." "I don't care. We're going back there, because she left us a clue in her apartment there." "She did?" "I wouldn't be talking to you about it, if she didn't, would I?"
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