There was a tale that spread on the lips of hopeful dreamers, of the everliving presence of those that have become one with the Force. Few alive these days had ever seen such an apparition, let alone believed in their existence. Like something out of one of those tales via technology that was common enough to be taken for granted, the visage of Loy appears projected above the holo projecter. The dapper reporter, semi transparent and swathed in blue-white light, smiles as he looks out at the room as though he were truly there. He says with a voice just on the edge of performance, "Mr. Smitherbodkins. I... received your message to make contact. I'm sorry that I could not come to you in person, but... well. You're a business man like myself, and I'm sure you know what it's like to get caught