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[INQ] Deep Pockets
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Lucyeth
#13700

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It’s been several weeks in isolation from everyone he knows within the Clan and Lexiconus finds the silence to be peaceful and calming. The Quarren was lost in the strange cities of Coruscant, prying and speaking with others about information regarding a weapons dealing market. So far, no luck had came to Lexic as he walked through a nightclub that was bustling with rich merchants, exotic dancers and addicts of all kinds from drugs and alcohol. A table near the sports holovision caught his eye as being empty and Lexic walked across the dance floor of odd aliens and humanoids. While walking between two Twi’leks who decided to grind close together in a sensual trance, a Chiss prodded Lexic and escorted him to the side of the dance floor where smoke and a steep set of stairs descended.

“I have to warn you, you are asking all the wrong questions today, friend. People out there are concern who you are and whether you work for law enforcement. You seem to be asking around too much, even though it’s just for something simple like raw materials.” The strange Chiss whispered into the Quarren’s gills as the two descended further into the nightclub. The pair then entered a small room where heavily toxic fumes graced their nostrils and made them cough heavily. Pushing through one door into a dance floor where things were more sensual, clothing seemed to be completely optional and it appeared to be an all female area. The Chiss led Lexic directly through to an office as the back, completely ignoring the female crowd as if they weren’t there. His teal hands blurred over a numberpad at the side wall and the doors wooshed open, as Lexic and the Chiss quickly went inside.

“I’m sorry for that, normally I don’t come down here but I needed the information. That stench out there is a hallucination drug you inhale from a pipe, second hand smoke is not uncommon however so sorry for that. Here we have the manifest for the weapons dealers and their loads coming in and out. Once I heard something robed was looking for this shipment, I knew the *Brotherhood* would be involved somewhere. Your people truly reach far and wide.” The Chiss handed the Quarren the datapad that detailed a raw shipment coming from Hapan and into the outer rim for refinement near Mustafar. He took the pad for reference of the spaceport and paid the Chiss with a bag of credits from his medical pack.

“Oi! Time’s up in there fellas. Get out before I force myself in!” An old voice shouted through the door that surprised the Chiss as he quickly darted around Lexic and quickly opened the door. A humanoid who the Quarren could only guess was a human stepped inside, with heavy scarring across his face and blinding one eye. His head was bald with burn markings as his shoulders were destroyed by some sort of animal attack, from what Lexic could gather.

“Oi squid! What are you doing in my office?” The man demanded his voice at the Quarren with his fists tightly clenched, this wasn’t exactly the best thing to do in Lexic’s current mood. He raised his arm and slowly squeezed the air as the human’s neck began to constrict and tighten, causing him to choke and stumble.

“Do not speak to me in that tone again, or I will have your hands stitched inside your stomach.” Lexic began to walk out with the datapad as his grip on the Human’s neck continued for several minutes until the Quarren wasn’t in sight and disappeared into the smoke.

“The Sith are a weird bunch, I figure he isn’t your normal Sith though.” The Chiss contemplated to himself in confusion, at least he wasn’t dead from this ordeal.

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[INQ] All In A Day's Work
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Yeah, too lazy to fix the double filename extensions....

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[INQ] All In A Day's Work
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Lucyeth
#13700

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[INQ] All In A Day's Work
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As members of the Inquisitorius Order were called forth from all stretches within the Shroud of the Brotherhood systems, various members received the highest honours you could get from the Voice and the Grand Master. Very talented members were declared Grand Inquisitors and Chief Inquisitors combined, with only them trusted with the most secretive missions and information known to the Brotherhood. On the tropical planet of Judecca, many members such as the Emperor Xen’Mordin, Kell Dante and Lucyeth are regarded as the most precious for Clan Scholae Palatinae’s best Inquisitors. Lexiconus Qor, a new incomer to the Clan and House Imperium, was recently given the title of Chief Inquisitor and ordered to come into the Clan’s Inquisitorius Library located deep under the Missing City.

With the hot mist and fog cloaking his shuttle and blurring his vision, Lexiconus first thought it a struggle to meet with his other partners inside the Inquisitorius Order. Feeling lost within the broken and crumbling walls of the city, the Quarren held his chances onto a single datapad describing the directions to take for the entrance of this hidden bunker. An old and small alcove in a resident building was all Lexic saw but on the side several markings of Aurebesh told him the entrance was here. A stone platform on the wall protruded out and Lexic considered this to be the activation key for the door, as he placed his hand on the stone and pressed it in. Suddenly, vibrations and bricks descended into the floor to reveal a darkened corridor and stairs, it seems the Quarren was right about this. As he stepped in and activated his flashlight from his bag, he was thankful for his own navigational skills learnt from many years in the wilderness. Lexic became excited at the prospect of one day exploring this planet by foot, trekking off into the lands where man and technology hasn’t touched yet. But first the Inquisitorius Order demanded his attention as he finally descended the stairs and into a grated catwalk above the production factory for arms and weaponry.

Another automatic door stood at the end of the walkway which was labelled also in Aurebesh, and one look at the datapad told Lexic he was heading in the right direction once more. As the Quarren stepped inside the automatic door to see a crafting desk with tools assembled on the walls, he gulped his dry throat and pondered why he was directed to this dead end. The room had four clean walls, apart from the shelving system that held the tools neatly on magnetic strips with the crafting table built into the floor stone. It appeared to the Quarren that the room was built around the table, and the workers just chiselled a table from the lump of stone there, but he questioned whether it really belong there. With the factory below active and making weaponry, Lexic wondered why no one was up here fixing weapons together or dismantling them, and then he clicked this is the true entrance for the Inquisitorius. Kneeling onto the floor and feeling around the base of the table, the Quarren felt a chilled wind coming from the base of the table, and them a shining red square caught Lexic’s eye from under the table. He pushed the square and the table slide across the floor to reveal a secondary staircase that was metallic and led into darkness. Wasting no time, the Warrior quickly stood and descended down the stairs into a dark corridor with an orange glow coming from the end. The table slowly slid back into place with a clink as Lexic was determined to reach this library even if he was lost to time down here. Then it finally dawned on Lexic as the walls ascended straight up into the mist above his head, filled with various holo tomes and books of old. Every shelf, every wall and every cabinet you could see filled with the binding knowledge of secrets and covert tactics.

Across the way from Lexic was Xen’Mordin who stood waiting hesitantly for the Quarren to approach, his mask in his hand and two books in another. Uncomfortable with the idea of keeping his Consul waiting, the Warrior rushed over and saluted with pride.

“Lexiconus Qor, Chief Inquisitor of the Inquisitorius Order reporting for duty, sir!” Xen smirked a little before losing his smile and planted the books into Lexic’s moist hand.

“At ease Lexiconus and welcome to the Inquisitorius. Now your first task is to get aquainted with what we do and how we do it, to do this you’ll need to study our ways and thoroughly understand them. I hope you enjoy reading, because we won’t be leaving until it’s done. Get to it!” Xen ordered his Aedile, who rushed off to a reading table to begin, he felt this was going to be a long night.