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Royston took the signed data pad, bowing slightly again before giving Ms. Vejovis a slight grin.
"Casual circumstances...yes, I look forward to it. My people will be here within the week to begin preparations for the transition. Until next time, Ms. Vejovis."
Royston turned, nodding at his 'escort' as he did, and the two men left the room. They walked in silence for a few moments until Royston was sure there was no way the could be overheard.
"So, Sergeant, what do you think? I expect you've got a few ideas on how to make this place a bit more defensible, which is what we need, but of more importance is subtlety. As far as the galaxy - and the Hutts especially - are concerned, this facility has been purchased by a private company. We want to maintain that illusions, of course, but not bank on it. So I want you to come up with anything you can think of to make this place a fortress without it looking like a fortress. Credits are, of course, not an obstacle to worry with in your planning."
Royston clapped the commando on the shoulder and grinned, his blood still hot from the board room battle he'd just finished. He could go for a drink.
"I doubt this needs to be said, Sergeant, but just in case here it is: this operation, this facility, and this planet as a whole are all covered with the utmost secrecy from this day forth. Speak of it to no one but me, and once your role is fulfilled you would be well suited to forget you were ever here."
Roy smiled again, the expression not quite reaching his eyes, which were hard and serious. Only for a moment, though, before they resumed their typical mischievous twinkle.
"Let's get back to the ship, shall we? I've built up a thirst, and I'm sure you and your men feel naked without your armor and big scary guns."
"Casual circumstances...yes, I look forward to it. My people will be here within the week to begin preparations for the transition. Until next time, Ms. Vejovis."
Royston turned, nodding at his 'escort' as he did, and the two men left the room. They walked in silence for a few moments until Royston was sure there was no way the could be overheard.
"So, Sergeant, what do you think? I expect you've got a few ideas on how to make this place a bit more defensible, which is what we need, but of more importance is subtlety. As far as the galaxy - and the Hutts especially - are concerned, this facility has been purchased by a private company. We want to maintain that illusions, of course, but not bank on it. So I want you to come up with anything you can think of to make this place a fortress without it looking like a fortress. Credits are, of course, not an obstacle to worry with in your planning."
Royston clapped the commando on the shoulder and grinned, his blood still hot from the board room battle he'd just finished. He could go for a drink.
"I doubt this needs to be said, Sergeant, but just in case here it is: this operation, this facility, and this planet as a whole are all covered with the utmost secrecy from this day forth. Speak of it to no one but me, and once your role is fulfilled you would be well suited to forget you were ever here."
Roy smiled again, the expression not quite reaching his eyes, which were hard and serious. Only for a moment, though, before they resumed their typical mischievous twinkle.
"Let's get back to the ship, shall we? I've built up a thirst, and I'm sure you and your men feel naked without your armor and big scary guns."