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As he prepared to make his way to a meeting on a proposal for a revised healthcare system, Cos was approached by a Republic Intelligence Officer who had a datapad in his hand. It was not a strange occurrence, as he frequently received intelligence reports on the Sith and the Mandalorians, despite the fact that they were allies with the latter. However, when he took the datapad from the officers hand, he immediately knew that it was not directly related to the Sith or the Mandalorians.
He immediately knew that whoever had sent the message for him was incompetent, stupid or incredibly intelligent. He noticed the odd pattern of bolded letters, but chose to ignore them as he read through the message. There were clear fallacies in the message. For instance, he knew that the University of Alderaan was far older than one thousand one hundred years. Not only that, but while he didn’t know whether or not they were building a statue he knew for sure that there was no fundraising meeting that he had been invited to, as no one in the government of Alderaan would have been foolish enough to believe that he would travel into the Core Worlds for a simple meeting for funds on a statue. Granted, the idea that Alderaan would name a building after him was flattering, but he could not take that at face value either.
Cos started to ask the Republic Intelligence Officer what the meaning of the message was, but as he scrolled down further in the message he saw the addendum that Intelligence had added. The bolded letters represented a hidden message, one that told him to meet someone, who was most likely not the President of the University of Alderaan, at the nearby starport at 1100 hours for a meeting about Coruscant. Normally, he would have ignored it, but it sounded too promising to pass up. Luckily, the person did not tell him to come alone, so he would no doubt bring a squadron of guards with him. With his mind made up, he handed the pad back to the officer and then quickly made his way to the barracks to meet with the men who would escort him.
Hours later, Cos and his guards had arrived at the starport. It was not yet 1100 hours, but regulation and his own common sense said that the area had to be checked before hand. His guards had made their way into the corners, but two others made their way alongside him into a nearby storage room. Cos covered his head with a hooded cloak and had the lights shut out in the room where he would meet his contact, as well as the room he was standing in, to ensure that he would not be seen until he was ready to be seen. He would only reveal himself after he was assured that no one else who posed a threat had come with the contact. If things did go wrong, however, he had some of his best troops alongside of him, and he had also come armed.
((OOC: Thought I’d go for the dramatic entrance here. :p)
He immediately knew that whoever had sent the message for him was incompetent, stupid or incredibly intelligent. He noticed the odd pattern of bolded letters, but chose to ignore them as he read through the message. There were clear fallacies in the message. For instance, he knew that the University of Alderaan was far older than one thousand one hundred years. Not only that, but while he didn’t know whether or not they were building a statue he knew for sure that there was no fundraising meeting that he had been invited to, as no one in the government of Alderaan would have been foolish enough to believe that he would travel into the Core Worlds for a simple meeting for funds on a statue. Granted, the idea that Alderaan would name a building after him was flattering, but he could not take that at face value either.
Cos started to ask the Republic Intelligence Officer what the meaning of the message was, but as he scrolled down further in the message he saw the addendum that Intelligence had added. The bolded letters represented a hidden message, one that told him to meet someone, who was most likely not the President of the University of Alderaan, at the nearby starport at 1100 hours for a meeting about Coruscant. Normally, he would have ignored it, but it sounded too promising to pass up. Luckily, the person did not tell him to come alone, so he would no doubt bring a squadron of guards with him. With his mind made up, he handed the pad back to the officer and then quickly made his way to the barracks to meet with the men who would escort him.
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Hours later, Cos and his guards had arrived at the starport. It was not yet 1100 hours, but regulation and his own common sense said that the area had to be checked before hand. His guards had made their way into the corners, but two others made their way alongside him into a nearby storage room. Cos covered his head with a hooded cloak and had the lights shut out in the room where he would meet his contact, as well as the room he was standing in, to ensure that he would not be seen until he was ready to be seen. He would only reveal himself after he was assured that no one else who posed a threat had come with the contact. If things did go wrong, however, he had some of his best troops alongside of him, and he had also come armed.
((OOC: Thought I’d go for the dramatic entrance here. :p)
