The comlink chimed in its holster, though the message was muffled within the pouch he could hear it well enough, "Jameris, it's Mak. I've just arrived at the spaceport. Where are you?"
Now there is a name I have not heard in a while.
Of all the responses he had expected, Mak Manto was not one of them. Probably here to chastise him on a rash decision at the very least. Jameris deserved to be court marshalled and imprisoned in some backwater planets Temple. It was nigh impossible that Mak had those orders already.
Mak understands, he must, or he is here to attempt apprehending me.
Suddenly this had become a much more delicate situation. Jameris had already caused the Jedi Order so much pain. He had no intentions of altering his plan whether Mak was in agreement or not but that also raised the question of how to deal with the matter if Mak did disagree. Jameris had already caused the Jedi Order so much pain.
Malevolent memories crept into his mind of a dark room with empty robes littering the floor around him....
Jameris pushed the thoughts from his mind and unbuckled the pouch with his free hand. He pulled the transmitter from it and paused a moment before sending back his own message.
"There's a restaurant adjacent the starport, DonFatso's I believe. Grab a table and order me a Jawa juice if you'd be so kind. I'll be there momentarily."
Once his message was complete Jameris placed the holo-tablet he was previously using in the desk drawer, locked it in, and stood. He sighed as he retrieved his cloak from its peg on the wall then gracefully whipped it around his back sending the tail rippling through the air. When it came to rest upon his shoulders he put his arms through the sleeves, pulled the flaps across his body and tied it shut. With a suggestion from the force the lights went out simultaneously with his exit.
Now there is a name I have not heard in a while.
Of all the responses he had expected, Mak Manto was not one of them. Probably here to chastise him on a rash decision at the very least. Jameris deserved to be court marshalled and imprisoned in some backwater planets Temple. It was nigh impossible that Mak had those orders already.
Mak understands, he must, or he is here to attempt apprehending me.
Suddenly this had become a much more delicate situation. Jameris had already caused the Jedi Order so much pain. He had no intentions of altering his plan whether Mak was in agreement or not but that also raised the question of how to deal with the matter if Mak did disagree. Jameris had already caused the Jedi Order so much pain.
Malevolent memories crept into his mind of a dark room with empty robes littering the floor around him....
Jameris pushed the thoughts from his mind and unbuckled the pouch with his free hand. He pulled the transmitter from it and paused a moment before sending back his own message.
"There's a restaurant adjacent the starport, DonFatso's I believe. Grab a table and order me a Jawa juice if you'd be so kind. I'll be there momentarily."
Once his message was complete Jameris placed the holo-tablet he was previously using in the desk drawer, locked it in, and stood. He sighed as he retrieved his cloak from its peg on the wall then gracefully whipped it around his back sending the tail rippling through the air. When it came to rest upon his shoulders he put his arms through the sleeves, pulled the flaps across his body and tied it shut. With a suggestion from the force the lights went out simultaneously with his exit.
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