He stepped off the air-tram and briskly made his way through the densely packed terminal. By now, Myllus had fully convinced himself that the Republic was aware of his position within the Empire. Or at least vaguely aware. As he turned the possibilities over in his mind, he came up with two base actions moving forward. First, he could turn traitor and offer information in exchange for immunity and wealth. The New Republic being poor made this option somewhat unreliable. The other choice was to find a way to quickly offload the weapons and disappear. The Republic had enough problems that they probably wouldn’t send anyone to find him. Probably. This depends on what they know of the emperor’s secret projects and how much they knew about his role.
“Well to make it short I was his banker.” Myllus once again sat in front of Ma’Dui, the official he had pegged to be the Republics unofficial spy master. Secretary of Contractor Management was a bit on the nose spy craft wise. He had made his choice based on a few factors, mainly that he had no desire to hide in the muck for the rest of his life. What’s the point of life without luxury? “As such, I know everything about what the Emperor was doing behind the scenes. To be frank, I funded most of it by laundering money looted from the suppressions and funneling it towards the Emperors black budget. Of course, it was necessary for me to know what I was funding in order to manipulate things correctly. Couldn’t exactly pay for some of those things directly. And don’t worry, I let the men outside know you were going to press the button shortly.”
As he finished speaking the sound of heavy boots rushing into the room fallowed by the familiar click of a primed blaster “And why are you telling this one?” The voice of the frog-like creature made several croak like noises as it spoke and its voice was both high pitched and raspy.
Myllus shot his hands into the air as he felt the cold blaster at the back of his skull, “Figured you were the right one I guess.” He eyed the Chalhuddan with what he hoped was expertly hidden disgust. The giant frog like creature had several bots hovering around it spraying green mist. As he stared the toads’ eyes narrowed and its face split into a wide grin. “To start, I am very much aware of the Chalhuddan experiments.”
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Ma’Dui was having a good day. Was. The noisy human who came into the office had been a part of a personal plot. Many of the breeding grounds on the home world had been harvested and destroyed and the population had been decimated. Many of the young never made it to their first morphosis. A tragedy indeed, once the smoke had cleared hardly a quarter of the original population remained. This one had planned on using the noisy human to sell off excess weapons to purchase equipment to aid in the reconstruction of the homeworld. The authorities of the dry ones need not know of this plan, but the speech of the human changed much. Ma’Dui, thinking about how much importance the dry ones placed upon facial expressions, widened her mouth to facilitate a smile. A useless action in this one’s mind. “Ancient and wise am I, proof of claims will be mandatory.”
“Your species is immortal, and the old ones of Chal’Hudda have forbidden the colony from discussing this to outsiders.”
She could feel the surface of her outer skin flush with heat as her normally green color turned a deep shade of blue. “Young and foolish are you, rejoice other of your kin bear witness.” The old one hissed as the droids keeping her outer skin moist frantically doubled their efforts. “Tell this one, what did the evil ones call themselves?”
“Evil ones?” The human stroked the disgusting hair on its chin and staired at the ceiling for a moment. “You must be talking of the 8th Legion. The Horn Rippers.” As he finished speaking steam emanated from the nostrils of the Chalhuddan. Its skin, somehow, turned a deeper shade of blue.
With its breathing intensifying, the old one could feel the change coming. This one had planned to return to the homeworld for the great ceremony but even the ancient ones have trouble mastering their temperament, Ma’ Dui had one final question for the imperial. “And what did they decorate themselves with?”
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“Other than imperial insignia? I imagine you are referring to the Chalhuddan heads they painted their armor with. I even heard they decapitated entire pools, leaving the heads to hang from the bottom of the AT-ATs” As he finished speaking a great groaning noise emanate from the stomach of the giant toad as its eyes rolled to the side of its head and exposed the deep yellow of its sclera. The beast slumped forward as its droids began frantically spraying mist. Admittedly, that last part was meant as a provocation but he had not expected the creature to collapse.
A sharp force from behind forced his head onto the table “Imperial Scum! Hands behind your back. NOW!” the security officer behind him placed him in cuffs as the other made frantic calls on their comms link.
“We need medical in Secretary Ma’Dui’s office immediately. Find a droid that knows Chalhuddan biology!” the officer said. “And send a security detail, one suspect in custody.”
The last thing Myllus saw was one of the officers placing a hand on the toad and as they pulled it away flakes of skin and a thick blue liquid came with it. The sound of a stun round rang out and the world turned black.