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Abstract ProxyTARAK
He waited in irritation, knowing already what the Imperials would do. He despised moments as these, but his Master had said that if they wanted the plan to go well, the best move was Coruscant, and not to have the Empire breathing down his neck just yet. Not unless they made their deaths completely necessary.
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"This is pointless. You were the one who said the Empire was weak, thanks to Sidious! Why help them at all? Why even to pretend?"
He stood in the room where he had been trained with his Master, a human of light complexion and dark hair, a man with a most inquisitive stare and no end of phyiscal or mental talent, it seemed. From his seat in the corner of the room, the Sith Lord smiled.
"It is BECAUSE they are so weak and frail, Mr. Tarak. That pale and shriveled creature, huddled in the dark like a spider... He used fear, and he manipulated well, but he allowed for no power to rival his own that he could not personally possess, and thus every Imperial person was a weak link in a very long chain. Such things have been known to snare, oh yes, but strength in numbers is not as great as strength in strength, AND numbers. Because they who were strong in the Force were broken, that which their power held together broke, and they will be desperate to latch onto anything which can gain their grip once more. My dear fellow, it is as easy as falling off of a mountain."
"That is a boast only you could make. Why NOT press the Republic instead? They have power and could easily overcome! Surely, they have the resources we desire, as well."
At this, the human smirked and let out a brief snort of amusement.
"At that, they might, but they shall not know if I walk among them or not. It was the Force that held the Empire together, and the Force which broke it. There are Jedi yet still, and for that we take pause. They must be eliminated, and so their allies we will not aid. It is as simple as that."
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The orders to accompany them to a ship for questioning came through. Tarak grumbled in irritation and simply sent back "Fine." before going along. He glared at the Ties giving him escort angrily.
It would be a simple matter to kill you all.
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Singe
This was not what Goggles had expected, but in a sudden inspiration and amusement, Singe had decided to have a pixelated face. On her way to The Taste of Mon Cal, she started typing on her Slicer deck and wrote a fun little program into her holographic projections. She could already do things like project fake walls which would be highly-convincing as long as she didn't move. Why not have her system take pictures of her face and then project a blurred and pixelated image to give her this jumbled appearance? It was weird and funny, at least to her. The Tynnan, on the other hand, recoiled in shock when he looked up and saw it.
"What the heck is that?!"
"Just a bit of fun."
"You're not gonna eat like that, are you?"
"Why not?"
"Have you SEEN you lately?"
"This is what I do to unwind, Goggles. I fiddle around with things and play around with my machines."
"...you've got some weird hobbies there."
Ironically, if there were any cameras at the restaurant, this would be a little more stand-out-y, in reality, though...mainly because it was weird, not because it was risky, per se. It was, in fact, how she would be eating...all while compiling Imperial-friendly sites in Hutt Space.