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Post by Lord Morthyia on Feb 25, 2012 16:17:47 GMT -5
Lord Morthyia set his datapad on his desk and stretched back in his chair as he rubbed his eyes. He had been in here for hours, going over notes and studying various articles.
'What bloody time is it, anyway?' He wondered to himself.
He stood from his desk and walked out into the hallway of the Sith Sanctum, ignoring his personal guards as they snapped to attention and saluted. He began walking down the corridor, leading into the common area of the Sith Sanctum and yelled back to the troopers:
"I'll be in the Claw's archives looking over the newest intel reports should someone need me, and please let Ashara know that I will be late returning home this evening, not to wait up for me."
Lord Morthyia enters the code on the datapad next to the durasteel door as it opens and a wave of cold air strikes him in the face. As he enters the room, he takes note of a stack of freshly deposited datapads, each with new reports from the exploits of various members of the Claw, and begins looking over Fer'ras' lastest mission report.
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Post by Iris on Feb 27, 2012 17:39:23 GMT -5
Walks around the Archives with a demeanor making her untouchable to the guards there. Seems to be going no where in particular, but holds a piece of flimsiplast in her hand.
Walks around the Archives until she runs into someone...
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Post by Lord Morthyia on Feb 27, 2012 20:29:54 GMT -5
Lord Morthyia continues skimming over several reports until he detects another Sith inside the archives. He looks up as she approaches, taking note of her stroll through.
"Good evening, Lord Strife. Nice to see a familiar face among all these holocrons and datapads. What brings you to the archives?"
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Post by Iris on Mar 2, 2012 15:03:54 GMT -5
Hands you the piece of flimsiplast she holds in her hand.
"I was hoping you'd have something," she says.
The flimsiplast reads in Aurebesh, "A Treatise on Dark Meditation Manipulation as written by Darth Azurus of the 5th Sith Dynasty of the..."
While you're distracted she looks around for others present in the archives.
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Post by Zail on Mar 2, 2012 20:31:53 GMT -5
Fer'ras, hodded and stooped, carefully turns a page in the tome he was reading. His master often sent him far and wide to recover such materials.
Today was, apparently, a sit-in day.
Betraying his presence was the idle tinkle of various metal bits of his robe brushing one another while he turned the page. For him this was an adventure.
Though he wished he could've had a little more company when he was out in the galaxy.
He said nothing, gloved hands continuing their careful study as he took notes on a datapad. After all, who the hell was he to butt into the affairs of his master and his guests - at least for now.
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Post by Iris on Mar 3, 2012 4:58:33 GMT -5
Lets out an annoyed sigh as she spots another body in the Archives.
"So do you have it or am I in the wrong place?" she seems to spit out with a degree more intensity.
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Post by Zail on Mar 3, 2012 13:27:47 GMT -5
Fer'ras finally speaks, "Take the edge out of your voice, Lord, and perhaps let me help you on this lesser task. You are here within the Sith Presence, after all."
The slight-framed pureblood rose from his seat and quietly walked over to the woman to see what it is she was going on about.
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Post by Iris on Mar 3, 2012 14:09:37 GMT -5
Eyes Far'ras for a long time, then walks from the room without another word.
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Post by mishkaal on Mar 3, 2012 15:11:47 GMT -5
Mishkaal wanders into the archives searching for something, completely oblivious to all around him
"I have to hurry...I really really wouldn't like getting caught" He mumbles to himself. Seemingly to have found what it is he was looking for in the dark corners of the archive he leans up against a stack of holocrons "Finally, darkness...quiet...maybe I can get a good nap in." He visibly shivers from his memory of spending last night in the slave pen with the others, as he falls away into the darkness once more.
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Post by Lord Morthyia on Mar 3, 2012 16:32:13 GMT -5
Lord Morthyia looks over the flimsiplast in his hand before setting down on the desk. Having overheard the commotion between Iris and Fer'ras, he simply shouts to Fer'ras.
"Apprentice, please see to it that Lord Strife finds what she's looking for, else her temper may destroy all this data."
Lord Morthyia simply returns to his work, ignoring the intruder napping- for the time being.
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Post by Zail on Mar 3, 2012 19:56:19 GMT -5
Fer'ras walks to his master's desk, taking the note and reading it. "Of course I'll bring it to her personally my Lord..."
With that the man moved back into the archives and began his search.
"That woman's ire doesn't frighten me," he muttered to himself, "this is a damned library after all... there it is."
Finding the document, he carefully secured it, checked it out under Iris' name, and began his walk to the OCEF office structure.
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Post by mishkaal on Mar 4, 2012 2:34:15 GMT -5
Having woken up from his nap, Mishkaal groggily check his Comm Unit for the time
"This doesn't bode well."
The time of course being well after closing
"Great, missed a day of work and locked in another uncomfortable place..."
He rubs his eyes in the dim light, attempting to find something at least halfway interesting among the archives to pass his time
"Hmm, this looks amusing." He says as he picks up a copy of "1001 Useful tips for Slavers"
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