It wasn't often that Ephantus walked among the "lesser beings". For one, he held a general distaste for their random, chaotic existences, and two...his warform generally attracted a great deal of negative attention. There were ways around that, of course, such as what he was doing now. Servitors were simple tools, little more than walking corpses implanted with his will, but they served their purpose as his eyes and ears.<br/><br/>Today, he was simply observing. Listening for rumors about Dosadi. So far he had heard nothing. No reports of the city going silent or of any refugees telling wild tales. Good. His activities remained undiscovered. That was a stroke of luck considering what a disaster Project Midnight had turned out to be.<br/><br/>The body he was using (some poor sap who wandered too close to Dosadi some time back), stumbled into a passing citizen.<br/><br/>"Watch it, pal."<br/><br/>Ephantus didn't acknowledge him, the servitor continuing its almost stumbling walk down the street.<br/><br/>...Perhaps he needed a little more practice with controling these minions. THe weird looks people were shooting him suggested "yes".<br/><br/>Suddenly there were gunshots. Intrigued, Ephantus turned to look back down the street, and barely managed to move out of the way in time to avoid a fleeing person. He did not, however, manage to avoid the barrels that followed, and was sent (rather comically, in hindsight) tumbling towards a bald monk-looking fellow. He crashed.