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The reports were pouring in, it wasn't even a full twenty-four hours since the attack on the Empress Teta Temple that the long dead Jhon Cordatus made a debut appearance over the holonet. He had not even received clearance to proceed to Empress Teta in order to survey damages as well as his clearance was over-ruled after security found an explosive device disguised as a lightsaber. Experts reported to him the damage could have catastrophic.
The Grandmaster held his data pad as he shifted through information, larger holo projection panels floated before him, as security data poured in. The hacking of the Holo Net through the temple's computer techies on high alert; he already had a team who were working on the servers and they surely would have caught anything and isolated it if something fishy swam through.
Another reporter broke in with breaking news about the history of former Grandmaster Cordatus, bring forth his early reckless history with the incident at Ardos and Oro Prime. A muscle twitched under Sigur's eye, he wasn't quick to believe Jhon Cordatus was alive, especially knowing that it was Sith work behind the announcement. Anyone could alter images and pretend they were someone else, anyone half as smart as a holo-drama director. Nevertheless, Sigur wasn't one who came to conclusion with mere hearsay.
Two chimes rung at Sigur's desk. They were very distinct, a private comm line only very few knew, he closed down the windows that floated over the holo projector any previous information wiped from the comm system before Sigur answered.
Standing before the holo camera, he answered the call; the signal from him would not broadcast from the Tython temple, but instead the signal was binged across the galaxy. Anyone trying to trace it would end up retaining some backwater world.
The transmission was from someone familiar and Sigur felt a knot in his stomach, he wasn't expecting a response this soon. He pulled on the Force to calm him, he was certain he would need some 'unwinding' time after all these incidents die down.
"I hope things on your end are going better than on my end." he greeted.
The Grandmaster held his data pad as he shifted through information, larger holo projection panels floated before him, as security data poured in. The hacking of the Holo Net through the temple's computer techies on high alert; he already had a team who were working on the servers and they surely would have caught anything and isolated it if something fishy swam through.
Another reporter broke in with breaking news about the history of former Grandmaster Cordatus, bring forth his early reckless history with the incident at Ardos and Oro Prime. A muscle twitched under Sigur's eye, he wasn't quick to believe Jhon Cordatus was alive, especially knowing that it was Sith work behind the announcement. Anyone could alter images and pretend they were someone else, anyone half as smart as a holo-drama director. Nevertheless, Sigur wasn't one who came to conclusion with mere hearsay.
Two chimes rung at Sigur's desk. They were very distinct, a private comm line only very few knew, he closed down the windows that floated over the holo projector any previous information wiped from the comm system before Sigur answered.
Standing before the holo camera, he answered the call; the signal from him would not broadcast from the Tython temple, but instead the signal was binged across the galaxy. Anyone trying to trace it would end up retaining some backwater world.
The transmission was from someone familiar and Sigur felt a knot in his stomach, he wasn't expecting a response this soon. He pulled on the Force to calm him, he was certain he would need some 'unwinding' time after all these incidents die down.
"I hope things on your end are going better than on my end." he greeted.