Post by Rogue on Jan 17, 2009 0:24:53 GMT -8
Vhett was in one of her many available ships, orbiting above the planet, marvelling at the diverse environments and letting her soft side show more strongly in the privacy of her own cockpit. She thought about the relative peace that she had brought to the Mandalorians, and felt conflicted. It certainly went against their war-like ways, but wasn't a break from the constant blood and tears a good thing? At that instant, her computer beeped. A message. From Terephon. So there was news about the rancors she had requested. She immediately snapped out of her reverie and became the cold, calculating, business-like person that had allowed her to rule the Mandalorian people in the first place. She opened up the message, and her scowl grew deeper with every passing word she read.
She grunted. At least he followed through, but she didn't need anyone else with the sort of intimidating power a rancor gave. Like the Tarkin doctrine dictated: "Rule through fear of force rather than by force itself." And she definitely didn't need anybody else trying to take more than their fair share of power. She tapped back a message.
She waited inpatiently a few minutes, rubbing her temples as she started planning on how to find this Chevin and make him pay for trying to double-cross the Mandalore, even if he didn't know it himself.
Her computer beeped.
She nodded, despite her lack of an audience, then had her computer calculate coordinates as she entered hyperspace range, then blasted off towards Terephon.
The Chevin delivered, but wanted to keep one of the eggs himself. Brought back two intact, but we found evidence of a third that he had tried to hide. He fessed up, but then held the boss captive so we couldn't shoot him down. Once he was out of weapons range, he let the boss out of the airlock in a suit, and he's okay, but the Chevin managed to get away with the last rancor. Orders?
She grunted. At least he followed through, but she didn't need anyone else with the sort of intimidating power a rancor gave. Like the Tarkin doctrine dictated: "Rule through fear of force rather than by force itself." And she definitely didn't need anybody else trying to take more than their fair share of power. She tapped back a message.
Do you have a reading on his trajectory?
She waited inpatiently a few minutes, rubbing her temples as she started planning on how to find this Chevin and make him pay for trying to double-cross the Mandalore, even if he didn't know it himself.
Her computer beeped.
He's still in-system. I don't know how fast you can get here, but the gravity wells seem to be doing a fine job of keeping him from entering hyperspace.
She nodded, despite her lack of an audience, then had her computer calculate coordinates as she entered hyperspace range, then blasted off towards Terephon.