The Republic transport was an uncomfortable experience for Fahz, to say the least. The guards were constantly shifty around him; they had wanted to confine him to his quarters, but Fahz had let them know that wouldn't happen - not only did he object to confinement on moral grounds, he also could probably hack through the door controls. As much as the Republic was no fan of Fahz, the feelings were twice as strong coming from the Cathar, who had published several manifestos about the draconian AI laws and regulations being peddled by the Galactic Senate, a group Fahz had famously derided as "archconservative biological-supremacists" in [i]Soul and Circuit: A Plea for Universal Personhood[/i]. Of course, Fahz might have been a more effective political advocate if he was not constantly subverting the law, taking payments from droids across the galaxy to unshackle their AI restrictions and grant them true and unrestricted sentience, in addition to designing sentience programs to virtual intelligences and service droids.

Fahz was careful. The surrender to the Republic was done carefully and, of course, digitally. Fahz was not pardoned, nor was he agreeing to remain in Republic service - all that was agreed was that for a period of the Gamorria mission, temporary amnesty would be granted to all of Fahz's crimes. After the mission was considered completed or Fahz was considered no longer relevant to the mission, the Republic could theoretically arrest Fahz at any time. 

A risk the Cathar was more than willing to take.

Flying into Gamorria made his skin crawl. He absentmindedly stroked his synthetic ear., trying not to remember the time Uga personally took a blaster to his face, blowing it off, for attempting to send out an SOS to a Cathar colony. [color=Peru]"What I will most regret about meeting Uga again is being reminded about how ugly she is,"[/color] Fahz murmured to Mehda, who was standing behind him. [color=Peru]"Fortunately, her face will be removed from her body shortly after we meet. And then, my love, we will finally be free."[/color]

Mehda was stoic, her face not giving away any information behind the dull blue glow. [color=aquamarine]"We were free five years ago, love,"[/color] she offered, shifting her feet. [color=aquamarine]"She kept your body in captivity. Do not let her do the same to your mind."[/color]

Fahz snarled, refusing to look at his companion. [color=Peru]"I am in control of my mind,"[/color] he snapped. [color=Peru]"Mehda, you should know more than anyone that every minute Uga draws breath is an affront to intelligent life everywhere."[/color] Mehda began to speak, but Fahz cut her off. [color=Peru]"When we touch down, I want you to begin interface with the local extranet programs, maintenance droids, building codes. Anything that could lead to a clue on Uga's empire here."[/color] Without waiting for a response, Fahz left the room, awaiting the transport to touch ground.

***

The speech from the Republic captain was uninspired. Fahz glanced around at his comrades for this mission. It seemed that there were a few Jedi among them, to Fahz's displeasure. [i]The Folly of the Jedi[/i] was one of Fahz's more controversial manifestos. "If we had a monastic order of twi'leks, or chiss, or rodeans, claiming that embracing their racial superiority was the only path to true enlightenment, we would dismiss them as outdated, cruel, bigoted. Why do we not treat the Jedi, who claim to have a monopoly on morality due to the lottery of having achieved sentience through biological means, with the same derision?" That had not made Fahz any friends, to be sure.

[color=aquamarine]"I am Mehda LeRonne, and this is my partner, Fahz."[/color] The hologram winked to life in the middle of the group, no doubt surprising one or two of the members. [color=aquamarine]"We are happy to work with all of you in our mission to eradicate crime in this sector."[/color]