Team members:
Sanguinius Tsucyra Entar #10407
Macron Goura Sadow #4856
Tasha’Vel Versea #14192
Bentre Kairn’tel Stahoes #14185
Objective A: Resistance
Your have been given a tip by a trusted source within the Lotus resistance about a key component to Darth Pravus’ alleged plans to launch a massive assault.
You are to form or ally with a team of sympathetic members to out and put an end to whatever it is that Pravus is planning. The clock is ticking, and Pravus could launch his assault at any moment. The Dark Council and its array of resources stand against you, but the Lotus are desperate to prevent a repeat of New Tython.
Sadow Palace
Sepros
Orian System
The beeping continued uninterrupted for several seconds, the sound alerting the occupant of the room to an urgent message. The comlink making the noise wasn’t one that was used for official Clan business, this was instead one of many burner com-links that the individual used when communicating with his handler, Nadill.
The Lotus was growing in strength across the Brotherhood, it had formed out of the ashes of those remaining from Pravus’ unprovoked attacks that had glassed planets, massacred millions and caused suffering across Brotherhood controlled space. Sanguinius’ cell had existed before that, but had been swift in acknowledging the benefits in associating with the rapidly growing resistance.
His handler, Nadill, had been the one feeding Sanguinius information for the past year as he had joined Naga Sadow and worked his way up the ranks. The Jedi hid behind a facade, pretending to be something he was not. When he had first arrived, he had not hidden that he was a Jedi, he was too well known a member of Odan Urr to have pretended otherwise.
Instead, he had embraced it and cultured a following within Naga Sadow that had threatened to break the Clan into two camps. Over time, heeding the danger, the Jedi had concealed his true nature behind a mask of darkness. Those disciples had followed his lead and merged back into the Clan. To outsiders like Locke, it appeared that the Entar was under his control, yet it was the Jedi who had Locke dancing to his tune, or at least he had been until recently.
The threat of Pravus looming over Naga Sadow had driven the Clan into a hive of activity. Already, the Consul of Naga Sadow had communicated his desire to gain a strong hand to use against Pravus if the Grand Master attacked them. So far, the reigning Grand Master had stayed clear of the Orian System, despite losing several of his Inquisitors to overzealous Sadowans.
Sanguinius had lost his control over Locke and was desperate to keep Naga Sadow from gaining too much power, which would inevitably lead to a confrontation between the Clan and Pravus. A confrontation that the Entar knew Naga Sadow would lose.
The beeping ceased as Sanguinius answered the comlink. “Yes?” came the question.
“I have an order of Corellian ale for you, are you happy to sign for it?” came the response.
“I ordered the Byss wine.” Sang replied.
“Good, you’re safe to talk. There’s been some chatter on the holonet that the Iron Throne is potentially making its move.”
“Surely you’ve got more information than that, Nadill.” Sang asked.
“Of course, word on the grapevine is that Pravus after loose ends, anyone that may negatively impact his plans, whatever they are. The Lotus is still unsure on what his ultimate goal is, but so far, it just seems to be death and destruction.”
“That’s conjecture, let’s hear what you’ve got.”
“A couple of prominent scientists have gone missing. A Professor Oolong Var’ren and a Professor Amillia Sencha.”
“I’ve heard of Professor Var’ren, he won the Frazier Prize for his work on theoretical warfare and tactics. The Republic utilised his theories during run up to the end of the Galactic Civil War years ago? I’ve not heard of Sencha before though.”
“Yes, he has been in retirement for the past several years, but he’s recently gone missing. Professor Sencha is an expert on fission technology, which as you know is of extreme importance in generating the vast energy outputs that naval ships require.” Nadill explained.
“So you’re telling me that two Professors have gone missing, why’s that a big deal? People go on holiday all the time, they could simply be on some backward planet without decent comms.”
“We did think of that, we’re not complete idiots. However, we’ve also heard talk of fusion technology being used in weaponised warheads. The technology required is beyond current tech and Pravus could always do with another tactical genius to advise his Iron Legion after the recent setbacks.”
“It’s coincidence, but a good one,” Sang pondered. “Alright, what do you want me to do?”
“I need you to investigate. You’ve got access to the Paladin. I need you to access the Academy’s files and see what they had on the two Professors, I know Farrin and Marcus enjoy keeping the Academy up to date on most of the recent scientific journals released by academics. However, you Professors get a more impressive access level than others, so you may come across something of interest.”
“Alright, but I only have access to my files. I’d need to bring one of my droids along with me. That won’t be easy. After that, what then?” Sang asked.
“Follow the leads. Gather information, I’ll have the location of Var’ren’s and Sencha’s homes forwarded to you. Investigate and find out what happened to them. If possible, secure them for The Lotus. If Pravus wants them, they’re too important for him to have them.”
“Fair enough, I’ll be utilising some of my assets here though.” Sang informed Nadill.
“That’s fine, as long as you keep them in the dark on The Lotus. We can’t afford any leaks at this stage. If you get found out, you’re on your own.”
“Aren’t I always?” Sang replied despondently. “May the Force be with you, Nadill.”
“And with you.” replied the voice on the other end of the commlink.
Sanguinius pocketed the commlink, the link having been disconnected. The Proconsul knew exactly who he would utilise, the Twi’lek and her husband were loyal enough to him, they’d follow his lead.
Grabbing the holopad lying on his desk, Sanguinius send a curt command to Tasha’Vel Versea, his former Aedile and her husband, Bentre Kairn’tel Stahoes, Naga Sadow’s current Rollmaster. Receipt of his message being delivered were received. The pair would meet him on his ship, the Nelumbonaceae, named for the a flower on his homeworld that appeared similar to the lotus. It was a little tongue in cheek, but those unfamiliar with the flora of the Entar’s homeworld would be none the wiser. The XS-800 Light Freighter was currently situated on Sepros, the Jedi quite enjoyed using the ship, as it was nice to have a vessel that he owned instead of having to borrow a Warhost shuttle.
Binky and Tee-Cee would need to be made aware that they would be having visitors. The two droids were rather special. Binky fussed over the Entar a little too much and Tee-Cee was sarcastic at times, often insulting the Augur. Sanguinius often let it go, as he felt the droids were allowed to develop their own personalities.
As Sanguinius rose from his chair, he could sense a familiar presence nearby. The Alchemist, Macron Goura, had left Orian space, but yet it felt like he was in the same building. The Elder had tussled with the Jedi before countless times during Sang’s time in Naga Sadow, and yet despite their philosophical differences, the two had developed a mutual respect for each other.
He’d be taking a chance on including his old adversary, but he’d be damned useful in getting the information required and it was no secret that the Alchemist stood in opposition to Pravus and his plans. Sanguinius sighed and shrugged his shoulders in resignation, he’d be stupid not to ask Macron for help. Grabbing his holopad again, the Entar keyed in a quick message and sent it to the Son of Sadow, hoping that the Adept would answer his plea for assistance.
