<div class="floatright"><strong>Name:</strong> Lord Erobas Khane<br/><strong>Location:</strong> Korriban: Landing pad<br/><strong>Tag:</strong> Anyone <div class="floatright"><hr/>Erobas stood uneasily and agitated at the thought of having to fight these worms who called themselves Sith in the coming day. And he was growing impatient waiting for his master to come along with the escort of guards who stood there waiting. They were to go meet Overseer Lonas immediately and see to the final preparations, at least Moros would. Erobas had no such plans. He thought maybe he would go scrounge around in one of the tombs nearby, for nostalgia's sake, but thought better of it. He was nine long years removed from being a acolyte on Korriban, and he was far above such things now.<br/><br/>Looking around the crowd of people about him he could see many of them were appeared to be Lords and other Sith. Some he could recognize, though most he did not, and nor did he care to. Finally, his father came striding down the ramp and stood beside him. He immediately began to make his way for the Academy not far away, and the four, armed guards about them surrounded them. Erobas thought it was unnecessary, and he could easily dispatch any fool who attempted to harm him, but his father loved making himself known and reveled in the attention and respect of others. Moros especially loved to be feared by others, something he believed was due him. As they reached the long sloping steps going up towards the entrance of the Academy, the Overseers and many acolytes stood outside, already waiting  for them.<br/><br/><hr/><div class="floatleft"><strong>Name:</strong> Unknown Hooded Figure<br/><strong>Location:</strong>  Korriban: Landing pad<br/><strong>Tag:</strong> Tala Drass <div class="floatleft"><hr/>A shadowed figure loomed in the corner nearby the landing pad with a hood drawn, and cloak concealing most of him. All that could be seen was a mouth, and ashen grey skin around it, possibly that of a Rattataki. He stood there solemn and watched as each transport touched down on the pad. He saw Lord, and Darth one after another walk out, so many were coming to be apart of and watch the tournament being held the next day. He saw Darth Gorenn, Lord Anrynn, even Darth Dominar who seemed to be trying to be discreet. However not enough for this strange man's keen eyes. Information was his business after all, and his employer paid well for his services.<br/><br/>He wasn't sure who he was searching for out of everyone coming and going, but he would know it when he saw them. Someone from Intelligence shouldn't be hard to spot in the middle of all these Sith. And unsurprisingly he saw the shine of a Phantom class ship docking close by. Making sure not to make any sudden movements and give himself away, he watched as a Chiss departed. This  had to be his target, she had no lightsaber concealed, and apart from the strange one sitting on a statue high above them nearby, he'd never known Chiss to be Force-sensitive. As she walked the other way, he tailed behind, but at a safe distance before she stopped and sat on a flight of stairs. He made his way to her slowly.<br/><br/>"Cipher, correct? I've been waiting." He said to her, as he silently crept to her side. But stayed at a distance to where she could not see his face, still shadowed under his hood. "Tala Drass... spotless service record... top marks in your class. Yes I think my employer will be pleased." He muttered mostly to himself as he was going through the database on his personal module along his wrist of all Imperial Intelligence personnel. Something he'd cracked into just for this occasion. </div></div></div></div>