Tavick turned to the gruff scarred man who promptly informed him that the Republic had turned into the Empire, the war was over and the Separatists were gone. That made no sense, the war seemed to have no end when his ship had crashed. The Republic, with the Jedi were operatives to what Tavick now knew off as the [i]Ashla[/i]. Before simply he would have regarded it as the Force, but the Sijins taught him that there were two different forces that made up the Force. The Ashla and the Bogan. Light and the Dark. From the feelings many of the sages were having the Empire were operatives of the [i]Bogan[/i]. What the Bartender and this man said matched up with the growing sense of dread and doom the sages were sensing, the reason Tavick had left Sanctuary to venture out into the more populated areas of the planet. So far he wasn't liking what he saw. 

His trials were to find the source of this spreading disease, see if he could halt it and right now he didn't have a lot of hope. As the man gestured Tavick sat himself between the arachnoid being and the scarred human. "I know these parts more than I care to admit. It may not be my original home, or the one I chose but it's the one I have. The Galaxy may have changed more than I knew, but that doesn't change what I have to do." Tavick sighed as he tipped his head back as the glass approached his lips downing the rest of his drink before standing. "Now I need to find the things I need."

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[i]Venator Star Destroyer - Obstinate[/i][/right]

Governor Lyra Atorn stood on the bridge of her vessel as she watched the fleet of Mining Guild vessels go past, some carrying Ore Crawlers while others carried parts of the prefabricate base they would be setting up on her new world. Others had scoffed at her for campaigning to gain control of this sector, but with no Republic Representation during it's reign she easily managed to secure the mining rights for ninety-five percent of the planets landmass. There were concerns in the senate about the 'native' population but thanks to the reports that Lyra had sent back to Coruscant it was clear that the wave of criminal immigrants had wiped out whatever was left of the natives years before the Separatists arrived.

A hologram appeared beside her and she had to do her best to prevent the look of disgust translating to her face as the distinctly non-human representative of the Mining Guild appeared. "Foreman."

The being bowed it's 'head' in what she assumed was a respective gesture. "Governor."

"I hear there's delays." Straight to the point, Lyra didn't want this conversation lasting any longer than it had too.

"We're having labour difficulties. The terrain is harsh, and this world is far from most of our territory. Many sectors between our primary [i]workforce[/i]-" The implied meaning being [i]slaves[/i]. She nodded, slave labour taught people their place. It was a respectable form off punishment. "-still hold to old Republic Laws, meaning that we cannot relocate the necessary workers."

Lyra waved her hand dismissivly. "I'll speak to the Colonel to round some people up in Woln for you." 

There was pause from the foreman. "What will you tell Coruscant?"

Examining her nails she looked up at the being. "The usual, Rebel Sympathisers." With that the hologram was cut off. She sighed as she walked out of the bridge, within the hour Stormtroopers would begin rounding up individuals in Woln from all the possible Rebel cesspits. Taverns, workshops, gambling arenas, gladiator pits. Beaurcracy was so tiresome, she wasn't looking forward to the paperwork. The payoff would be worth it however.