'I'm sorry to say it appears I'm needed in the comms bay, apprently there is something going on...., Please, take any snacks that take your fancy'Darth Kreshna frowned, almost blurted out the question 'how do you know', but kept silent. Trollish hackers were well-known throughout the two galaxies (Milky Way and Imperial Galaxy), and he knew that the Trolls were constantly hacking into Death Star's nightclubs security cam network.
"Well, if that's the case, I would like to excuse myself then."
"Oh, by the way," the Sith paused for a moment before heading to the door, "I'm going to Kubika Lounge for refreshment; would you be interested to join?"
And with that, Dright runs out the room, clearly disturbed. He dashes to the lift which would take hm down to the comms bay, he trys to catchhis breath before going into the bay, to try and make it look like he was still in control of his body functions, he steps in to the room.
'Okay, care to tell me what the fracks going on here? I was in the meeting with Lord Kreshna....'
Commander Jetsam stands up from the sensor station he had been standing up
'You'd better check out the signals this ship here -he points at a display' is giving off, it's damn near the same kind of interferrence Lord Detritus found in that system recently, it matches every single portion of it, apart from that it's far smalller'
Dright look worried 'What do you suggest we do?'
'Tell Kreshna to get his arse down here, he's the best bet we have at the moment, try and tell him as much he needs, he probably already knows though.'
With that, Dright fled from the room, back to where he hoped Lord Kreshna was.
Jetsam went over to where Igneous was looking at the various displays, checking to see if the ship was making any sign of hostile intent
'Send a messege to the fleet, We require Lord Detritus here as soon as possible'
'Aye Aye Commander'
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TIWS Goliath, en route to the Astroid Belt'
An ensign is at the comms baord, checking all inter-ship communication, today seemd damnd quiet, no one seemed to have anything to say...
The board flashec. twice red and once white. Prority call.
He pressed the button to accept the call
'This is Ensign Trogdon, what is the messege and who is the intended receipient?'
'This is Commander Jetsam of the DSIII Embassay, put me through to Lord Detritus!'
'...... But sir, he is meditating, he said he was not to be disturbed'
'He'll be disturbed alright!'
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Detritus was indeed meditating, he was trying to sift through the various things he had learned in the last few weeks, trying to find some sort of connection between it all, He wasn't getting very far.
In the midsts of his physic world, he detected a some sort of disturbence, not from here though, but from the outside, in his room.
His eyes snap open and he walks over to the comm board, clearly annoyed at the inturruption.
I thought I gave clear instructions that I was not to be disturbed?
'This is Jetsam sir, we have a problem'
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