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Royston Spektor stood on the deck of his personal ship, The Doppelgänger, staring out of the observation port and into the vast blackness of empty space. He missed the lavish comfort of his estate on Kinyen, but there was something to be said for the austere silence of space to help focus your mind. Plus, he'd been so busy recently he'd hardly spent more than a day at a time at his adopted home.
There were thing to be done - very important things - and Royston was the only being who could do them.
At least, he was the only being...for now. He needed support in this endeavor, more than any other scheme or plot he'd ever attempted before. And due to the nature of his work, he couldn't exactly 'call up the gang' and ask for assistance.
No, the Spymaster needed to go outside his usual...social circle. He needed someone who would be able to immediately grasp his vision, however unorthodox it may be, and realize the potential profit and success there was to be had.
He could hardly believe he was thinking this, since he'd only recently met the man in person, but he needed...
Jack Tamblyn.
Roy turned from the viewport, strode quickly to the state-of-the-art holonet transceiver, and quickly tapped in Jack's information from memory. Within a few seconds the line had been connected and Roy heard the soft ringing coinciding with the static-filled holo feed to show that the call hadn't yet been answered on the other end.
Given that it was going to Mr. Tamblyn's personal line as an 'Unidentified Number' just might mean the Cartel bigwig was a bit hesitant to answer, after all.
There were thing to be done - very important things - and Royston was the only being who could do them.
At least, he was the only being...for now. He needed support in this endeavor, more than any other scheme or plot he'd ever attempted before. And due to the nature of his work, he couldn't exactly 'call up the gang' and ask for assistance.
No, the Spymaster needed to go outside his usual...social circle. He needed someone who would be able to immediately grasp his vision, however unorthodox it may be, and realize the potential profit and success there was to be had.
He could hardly believe he was thinking this, since he'd only recently met the man in person, but he needed...
Jack Tamblyn.
Roy turned from the viewport, strode quickly to the state-of-the-art holonet transceiver, and quickly tapped in Jack's information from memory. Within a few seconds the line had been connected and Roy heard the soft ringing coinciding with the static-filled holo feed to show that the call hadn't yet been answered on the other end.
Given that it was going to Mr. Tamblyn's personal line as an 'Unidentified Number' just might mean the Cartel bigwig was a bit hesitant to answer, after all.
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