Vodo Biask Taldrya sat behind the desk. It was not the same as he remembered. Last he’d occupied the seat of the Quaestor it had been on Taruma, over a decade ago. Back then the Clan had been at the peak of its supremacy within the Brotherhood and he one its chosen elite. He reminisced fondly on those early days as his own ascendancy was still skyrocketing. Being Quaestor of House Ektrosis had been a great honor but looking backward it had only been a stepping stone. He’d gone on to the Pronconulship and then assumed the helm of the Clan as its Consul. Later he’d schemed his way onto the Dark Council and served Darth Ashen as his Voice and his spymaster. To find himself here again seemed-- diminutive. It was not the same office, of course. Here on Caelus things were different than they’d been on Taruma. The Kr’Tal System had been steeped in the Dark Side, an ancient and mysterious place with untold thousands of years of history. Caelus was, by comparison, a youthful upstart on the galactic stage. Vodo couldn’t help but feel sour.
A datalink on his terminal blinked, seeking his attention. He lazily cast a hand over the answer button and was unsurprising to see the angular yet handsome face of one particular Cipher Agent. Richard Hehd was no friend of the Warlord but something more of a useful tool, a sharp blade, and for all his indifference to the Sith’s demands for respect and decorum, a damn fine operative.
“I got that thing you wanted”, Hehd said before Vodo could speak.
He knew just how to get under Vodo’s skin and knew he was good enough at his job that the Twi’lek Sith would likely never seek to have him disposed of, “Good.”
Richard smirked into the hologram recorder, “I trust you’ve deposited my fee?”
“I have”, Vodo hadn’t but it would be taken care of, “but have you taken the item to Zero Section for analysis yet?”
“Ah, no”, Richard pretended a sheepish smile, “There was an issue in obtaining it. The Arconan didn’t want to part with it. Its-- how would you say…”
Vodo drummed his fingers impatiently, “How damaged is it?”
“Quite”, the Cipher answered.
There was a tense silence for a moment as Vodo collected his thoughts, “Hold off on delivery then. Collect the second item, intact, and then you’ll recieve 3/4 of your fee”.
“Hey! That wasn’t the deal”, Richard snapped.
“Pray I don’t alter it any further.” Vodo cut the line and leaned back into his chair with frustration.
He needed a drink. Without locking his terminal screen he rose from his chair and noted his assistant hadn’t yet transferred the wet bar from the Karufr Knight to the office yet. It was a short walk to the hangar, one worth making he decided. Leaving the Office he stalked to his ship where he would find the good Corellian stuff. The terminal screen sat there, casting a gentle glow on the empty seat in the empty office.