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Planning the assault on Baras’ secret base took the joint working power of Lord Eshosria’s full crew, Darth Vowrawn’ and his apprentices and every intelligence and surveillance report they could get a hold off from their base of operation.
Vowrawn sat at the same table as Qet, Eshosria and her delightful apprentice Jaesa, going over the ritual that was required to be performed. Around another table, Eshoaria’s military attachés together with Zaqul were going over the perimeter layout, planning out entry points, attack formations, back-up options and any additional tactical measures. Whereas Eshosria’s aliens with Noho’s help were pouring over communication equipment and other gadgets that might be useful in their work.
Vowraw reclined in his seat, momentarily phasing out of his own discussion. Eshosria was going over the ritual one additional time and his input was not required.
The old Darth surveyed the quietly busy room. He had selected his own apprentices through harsh trials and had ensured their loyalty by certain fair and some darker means. With his core, he felt no threat neither to his life nor to his position on the Dark Council. But Eshosria’s team…. He had studied them while tucked away on her ship and he was more than curious. Their loyalty was unquestionable, but their motivations were abnormal.
Vowrawn had no doubt that the fat upstarts Baras would fall to the mighty force that Eshosria was. In the time he had spent on her ship, he had gleamed one interesting secret. He needed to uncover more if their mutual relationship was to continue profitably.
At that moment, Eshosria had reclined in her own seat and caught Vowrawn’s eyes. “I think we should call it a night,” she said. “I’ll go over the assault plan in the morning and we’ll be able to advance by noon.”
“Excellent idea, my dear,” Vowrawn smiled at her. She was really a delight this young one. Vowrawn couldn’t wait to see her stumble for the first time.
Eshosria nodded to him and rose from her place. Vowrawn watched as she went to the aliens first and only after dismissing them proceeded to her soldiers.
The young woman placed her hand on her captain’s shoulder and spoke quietly to him, then to the rest of his group. Vowrawn kept his features composed but he was a little surprised to see the captain cover her hand with his own as he answered. Zagul, who was sitting across from the captain was less discreet and Vowrawn could see the zabrack’s eyebrows shoot up on his forehead.
Eshosria and her captain exchanged a few more words, then the captain got up from his seat and went to follow his lord as she left for the night. Right before they left the room Eshosria stopped and turned to catch Vowrawn’s gaze one more time. He could see her determination and decisiveness in her hard gaze. He nodded once in reply and Eshosria and her captain left the planning room together.
Vowrawn stroke his chin-tendrils pensively. “One to watch. She is one to watch,” he said to no one in particular.