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| - Medical Ward -I2SD Predator- The medical wards are immense with over 125 operating rooms, to nearly 500 bacta tanks. The wards also contain over 1000 beds. These medical facilities on the Star Destroyer are capable of treating nearly an eighth of the crew at any given time. When not needed, row after row of medical droids stay hooked up to power cells, while cleaning and stock droids keep the facility in pristine order at all times. Real Objects: Tyler One of the medical ward's large surgical facilities has been cleared of its materials in favor of a large, interactive holo-field. The lights are dimmed, and Korynn paces back and forth in front of the holo-field, his black uniform neatly pressed in spite of his scraggled appearance. The man hasn't shaved or trimmed himself in some time, which is quite uncharacteristic of him. Reason: he's preparing himself for the potential re-immersion in ISB. The long welts hidden beneath his tunic is yet another testament to the condition he's staging for himself... Malign's droids were quite efficient with the lashings. Upon the interactive holo-field are a series of chemical calculations, an entirely different project indeed. He stops for a moment, and reaches up with a small stylus to begin carving out yet another equation, his eyes almost ferociously dedicated to the mental tenacity required. Beings like Korynn were the grease that made Empires run. The loyalty and creativity of those loyal to the Sith and the Emperor were becoming unmatched. The days of Tarkin's and Piett's were coming to a close; Fleming's and Dareus' were becoming the order of the day. Malign had been watching the proceedings from afar as the ISB Director was preparing to return to the Empire, no doubt the information there was so invaluable to go through this much trouble. The Sith steps into the room lit by the holographic displays and examines the proceedings with some interest. His hazel eyes dance through the equations he knew enough but wasn't any sort of expert in this, what he knew was combat and how to wage war. Fleet Admiral Honos had become a very close mentor to his training as a Fleet manager and he was a very quick study. Another key characteristic of his training though was the need to avoid collateral damage, like Honos he viewed it unnecessary and in the long term inefficient for turning captured territory into rapidly productive territory. Retooling was cheaper than rebuilding and much faster. "Director Fleming, I can almost sense that your time with us is preparing to end. Your diligence is respectable, but do keep yourself together, you are breaking yourself. Make sure you do so in a way that you can put it all back together, the Sith have no use for the fallen." He says darkly stepping forward, "Have no fear of Korolov, the Emperor's hand is in this as well, if he wishes he will strip the Warlord of his undeserved power and protect your secrets." Malign almost spoke of Vadim as being a god, and there were times he genuinely believed it. Korynn turns as soon as he's aware of the Sith Lord's presence. He bows his head deeply, and with the flick of his stylus, the equations on the holo-field diminish slightly to allow for more uninterrupted space in the room. "My lord," he replies with respect, and then listens to what Tyler has to say with a determined silence and openness. "I will not fear him." There was no hint of disrespect regarding the Grand Vizier in his tone, but rather, a respect for Malign's words. "The only thing I truly fear is to fail the Emperor, my Lord." His head shifts from side to side. "All other things fade to the mere suggestion of his capability." After clipping the stylus to his belt, Korynn lifts a hand to brush it into his lengthening hair. There's a subtle suggestion of annoyance at it. "Forgive me, Lord Malign, but... I am merely preparing myself for the inevitable." He shifts to the side and makes a motion with his hand toward the equations. "There are a number of considerations I've made based on what you and Captain Dareus have told me. However, this information is sadly incomplete. The only way it can be truly accessed... is if someone from ISB does it. It's my assessment that I could be re-inserted into ISB and, in time, gain the objective freedom to come and go as I wish. Thus, my time here would come to an end, by your leave, but only for as long as it takes to convince the Select Committee of my loyalty and unbroken secrecy of ISB affairs. All of this?" He pauses, motioning to his unshaven face and the signs of mistreatment to his flesh. "It is for show, my Lord. Nothing more. ISB is thorough as you know... if I am to be re-inserted into their ranks while working in secrecy for you, then they must fully believe that whomever abducted me was reckless in their handlings." The Sith studies Korynn for several moments before deciding to reply. "Very logical, as always." He says with a brief smile, "You are an interesting being, Director, you have taken your job outside the realm of passion or emotion and have turned it into science and art." The Sith rubs his chin, Korynn was what the Jedi strived to be in many ways, void of emotion and doing things in the defense of what was perceived as good. So naive, but extremely powerful and effective, the Jedi like all others in the galaxy were tools merely pawns and pieces in a very elaborate and well placed game by Vadim. No doubt Luke perceived himself as a player against Vadim but in reality even he was a piece and Vadim played both sides with surgical precision, everyone was dancing to his tune. Malign was his knight, a very active piece capable of jumping enemy lines to cause havoc and enough chaos to keep the other side reeling backward or sliding them into defense positions. Vadim would test him too though and challenge his dominancy, Malign needed to evolve and become stronger to be better used in this dangerous game. "I believe we should find a ship for you to use, not the one that was used as an escape vessel, but another ship preferably stolen. You can kill the crew and crash land the vessel to solidify your story. We will put logs in it, and something to frame up whoever you wish with a story of transporting you to a prison facility, after interrogations proved useless." The Sith shrugs, "If you deem that appropriate, or do you have something more sinister in mind?" His brow perks at the notion, already knowing the answer. Korynn always goes above and beyond the normal call of duty to serve the Empire. This was pleasing to the Sith though. Fleming considers it a compliment to his ways of treating his job as an art. In the beginning, it was not such, but over time, it developed into something where his emotional drive was detached and bent more so on performing his art such that it would impress the observer. A compliment indeed, and a rich one, it draws a genuine smile draws across his unshaven face, and he tilts his head forward in silent, conservative gratitude. His smile turns into something a bit more malicious when the Sith Lord inquires of his plans. "Well, those in the Bureau who have access to my personnel files are well aware of my weaknesses. I am not a warrior, m'Lord, nor am I so incredibly skilled with a starship as to manage crashing it without burning everything up in the process." His hand drops down to touch the stylus on his belt, tapping at a sensorless part of it in a thoughtful way. "You're quite correct, however, in that the presumed tale of a mercenary group abducting me and conducting a vein interrogation is sure to pass ISB filters. Once the presumed scum is 'finished' with me, I'd assess that they'd try to sell me off to someone who might have reason to use me as collateral." He tilts his head slightly, bringing his chin up as he delivers the clutch of his plan. "Have me encased in carbonite. Then plant me, with all the proper certificates to point the smoking blaster toward some unsuspecting fool. Then, the agents hunting for my abductors will find and rescue me." He shakes his head from side to side in wonderment at the concept itself. "ISB will burn anyone they can find in retribution, but so long as the plant is done with perfect stealth, the trail will never lead here." Encased in carbonite, a dangerous concept; he had encased Korolov's former master in the same material left to rot in perpetual hibernation. The Sith shrugs his shoulders, "Just hope that you are found and that incompetence isn't the rule of those who are searching." He waves a dismissive hand, "No one will find traces of us anywhere in this galaxy, and we pack up and go as we are. Our organization is completely mobile at the moment. We have political control of Nar Shaddaa, but that is underneath a cloak of deception and a shadow government." He smiles but it wasn't so much friendly or happy, rather sick. "You could very well end up in a trophy room for some Hutt or third rate crime lord if not watched." He gestures toward the vessel around him, "Rest assured we will be watching you to make sure that doesn't happen." Malign turns his attention back to the holographic display and studies it carefully, "I am going to meditate on this. Captain Dareus will see to a detachment of our stealth assassin droids to monitor your progress once you are deposited at a desired location." He waves a hand and from one of his pockets a simple looking communicator is produced, "You will need to be able to reach us, but I have a feeling it is going to be a very simple enterprise in the near future. Worlds will tremble at the presence of the Sith." The risk of this move is not lost on Korynn. He may have lifted his chin bravely at the suggestion, but it wasn't without hours upon hours of meticulous consideration. "I would never suggest such a dangerous option if I didn't fully trust in the abilities of your people... but nevertheless, a man does not show respect to those he trusts, if he fails to honor their superiority with the chance to nod in approval." His words are strangely heartfelt, even though they are spoken under the shield of his distinctly clipped and dry demeanor. Korynn accepts the communicator, choosing to replace his old one with it before the plan is activated. This will be the key. Such a simple device, yet one that may hold the sum of his value. His plan will set many things in motion by themselves, but this one he will need to watch carefully. He eyes it for a long moment, knowing it will take meditation of his own to decide exactly how to handle it. In time, he looks back to Malign and nods his head, before taking the stylus from his belt and enlarging the interactive holo-field once more. The intense mathematical calculations reappear, forming three distinct layers through the room. "The incomplete portions will be recognized once I have access to documents confiscated from Cassius's medical journals during the Kreldin Betrayal. She has done remarkable research into the matters of genome structure and synaptic intercommunication." A smirk touches the corner of his lips. "She may choose to avoid us, but her work will still serve the Sith, my Lord." Malign nods once again, "Very well then. My resources are at your total disposal." He gestures widely to suggest the fleet and anything he could find on the moon below, "Not as much as the Empire proper has but enough to accomplish your goals I am sure." The Sith nods heavily and visibly becomes angered at the mention of Cassius, "Lynae Cassius has left our ship and no doubt gone to betray us or has been captured. I am interested in locating the former traitor and Commodore, I believe she owes the Sith and the Empire a very detailed explanation of her motivations." He says darkly tapping a comlink, "Captains Vichten and Dareus, assist Director Fleming with his mission, no expense is to be spared and precision is everything." Of course he hoped Axel was sober now, he should have had enough time to detoxify himself. "I need to meditate on these things, and prepare resources to locate Cassius. I do not go unheard in this galaxy. Unlike Danik, I do not destroy worlds, I am the one who rebuilds them." He was referring to Selene as he turns and marches from the room his jacket billows behind him as he marches toward his chambers to commune with the Dark side. "Thank you, Lord Malign," says Korynn, bowing his upper body as the man turns to depart. Once Malign has left, he lifts the stylus and closes each calculation, letting them stay safely stored in the holo-emitter so those with need can access them during his absence. The time would soon be upon him... one last session of droid-induced flogging and injections should suffice.
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