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Royston Spektor strode briskly through the halls of The School, a secure interrogation facility that was known to only a handful of beings in the galaxy. He had a serious look on his face - not that uncommon for a serious facility like this, but it would look very out of place for anyone that knew Royston at all. There was no spark of mischief in his eye, no barely-there twitch at the corner of his mouth as if he was barely able to suppress a grin.
Today, he didn't look jovial; he looked like a man on a mission...and not a particularly enjoyable one at that.
Thankfully, he didn't have to interact with a single living being. At least not yet. His status as not only the Head of the Ubiqtorate but also a member of the Dark Council had meant it was relative child's play to arrange so that this particular wing of the Facility was abandoned for a brief, undetectable 5 minute window.
His status as a brilliant spy blessed with genius-level technical ability has meant it was also relative child's play to hide his tracks. He didn't need anyone digging into what exactly he was doing here, after all.
His walking stick tap-tap-tapped along as he walked in otherwise total silence, finally stopping in front of a non descriptor blast door. The Spymaster telekinetically tapped in the security code to make the door whoosh open, then stared for a moment at the sole occupant that had just been revealed.
The Jedi sat restrained to a slightly-reclined medical exam chair, the likes of which were common in dental-cleaning facilities across the galaxy. He was slight of build, with lightly-tanned skin, light brown hair and a shadow of scruffy facial-hair growing in as a result of his captivity. At his wrists and ankle were industrial-grade stun-cuffs, and around his brow was tightly clamped a neural inhibitor - designed to give an electric shock to prevent the concentration necessary to utilize the Force, this device had proven invaluable for keeping Jedi, Sith, and everything in between...calm.
Royston blinked once, then allowed his serious expression to melt into a friendly grin before he spoke.
"It's your lucky day, Mr. Jedi. You're coming with me."
Today, he didn't look jovial; he looked like a man on a mission...and not a particularly enjoyable one at that.
Thankfully, he didn't have to interact with a single living being. At least not yet. His status as not only the Head of the Ubiqtorate but also a member of the Dark Council had meant it was relative child's play to arrange so that this particular wing of the Facility was abandoned for a brief, undetectable 5 minute window.
His status as a brilliant spy blessed with genius-level technical ability has meant it was also relative child's play to hide his tracks. He didn't need anyone digging into what exactly he was doing here, after all.
His walking stick tap-tap-tapped along as he walked in otherwise total silence, finally stopping in front of a non descriptor blast door. The Spymaster telekinetically tapped in the security code to make the door whoosh open, then stared for a moment at the sole occupant that had just been revealed.
The Jedi sat restrained to a slightly-reclined medical exam chair, the likes of which were common in dental-cleaning facilities across the galaxy. He was slight of build, with lightly-tanned skin, light brown hair and a shadow of scruffy facial-hair growing in as a result of his captivity. At his wrists and ankle were industrial-grade stun-cuffs, and around his brow was tightly clamped a neural inhibitor - designed to give an electric shock to prevent the concentration necessary to utilize the Force, this device had proven invaluable for keeping Jedi, Sith, and everything in between...calm.
Royston blinked once, then allowed his serious expression to melt into a friendly grin before he spoke.
"It's your lucky day, Mr. Jedi. You're coming with me."
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