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10.30.2012 , 07:00 AM |
"Sleeper 307, report in."
Rochester rolled his shoulders, trying to relax whilst keeping his back straight and settle into a parade rest. He recited the times and movements of the ship, of Captain Gorse and a few key passengers. There had been no notable incidents, though Gorse had shared a tipple of brandy with a diplomat and her very pretty daughter. He knew that these were not the details that Minder 41:12 wanted; he could feel her impatience, even over the Holonet.
"Sleeper, what of Lord Naught? Has he given any details?"
Rochester swallowed hard and attempted to steady his nerves.
"No, Minder 41:12, Lord Naught has given no indication of any attempts to contact the Republic, the Jedi Order or anyone outside of Imperial Space. In fact, I might add," He took a deep breath and shifted, fidgeting. "Lord Naught has very little contact with anyone within the Empire. Lord Vizloch-"
"We are aware of Lord Vizloch's movements, Sleeper," Rochester nodded, wondering which of the servants on the estate had been employed to spy on his mother. Perhaps they all had or maybe they were just courteous informers, being paid for their trouble. "You will be contacted, Sleeper." Minder 41:12 cut the connection. He stood there for a few moments, his eyes adjusting to the sudden darkness. At length, he sat on the edge of the bed and buried his face in his hands.
It was never supposed to be this hard.
At some point I might actually write something of length or note. Until then, randomness!