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| - Tarakus Deadmerit, a Fazabian Fa'neir Dragon of average height, typical coloring and a few scars, gloomily looked outside at the gloomy and dead expanse of desert that surrounded his small, humble hut. It wasn't that he had a problem with the desert. In fact, he made it clear that he liked being isolated, just him, and his family. And it wasn't the fact that he didn't like to be in contact with anyone in the outside world. He would make a holoaddress to his people at least three times a week, and talk to his friends all the time. It reminded him of being home so little, for the most part, having to fly around the universe, just to see how things were progressing.
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| - Tarakus Deadmerit, a Fazabian Fa'neir Dragon of average height, typical coloring and a few scars, gloomily looked outside at the gloomy and dead expanse of desert that surrounded his small, humble hut. It wasn't that he had a problem with the desert. In fact, he made it clear that he liked being isolated, just him, and his family. And it wasn't the fact that he didn't like to be in contact with anyone in the outside world. He would make a holoaddress to his people at least three times a week, and talk to his friends all the time. It reminded him of being home so little, for the most part, having to fly around the universe, just to see how things were progressing. It actually pained him, to sit around at home for once, looking out for his people. He longed to be in space, attacking problems head-on. The sad expression in his eyes reflected that sentiment. He just wished it hadn't. The door to his study opened, and a very strong Force presence magnified itself, with sadness and joy. The feeling reminded him, a lot of his daughter, Tu'verana. He turned his chair around, and faced his daughter. "Well, Tu'verana. What brings you here?" "Dad, you asked me here to do a mission for you. One that you said, would most likely put me in danger, if I was spotted. Is that right?" Tarakus smiled at his daughter. "Indeed, you are right. It's exactly what you think. I want you to go under your Ekatra title, Stenthis Carmadaline of Tepagastra, and infiltrate the Galactic Alliance government. I need you to get close to Chief of State Natasi Daala, and prepare her for a little. . .confrontation with me." Tu'verana blinked her eyes at least three times, when she heard what was coming out of Tarakus's mouth. "Are you crazy? You could get in trouble for this!" "It would never be traced back to me, until I arrived on Coruscant. I've got close friends there, that can keep an eye on you." Tarakus said, handing Tu'verana a kit for her assignment, the standard issue credcards, fake ID's, the works. "Everything you need, is in here." He gave her a reassuring look. "Thanks Dad." With that, she bowed, and left the room. - - - - - - As soon as Tu'verana left the room, she shook her head. Her close friend, an elegent Fazabian Fa'neir Dragon named Delma Versa, waited for her. "Well?" "He's sending me to Coruscant, to prepare Daala for a confrontation with him." Shock enterd Versa's face, and Force presence. "He's lost his mind, hasn't he?" Tu'verana shrugged her shoulders and said, "It's what my father wants. I suppose I'll have to give it to him."
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