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[b][h2]Pestage's Folly[/h2][/b]

When the Inquisitor emerged first, the Bothan couldn't help but smile. "Here he we go", he thought to himself. And predictably, she got what she deserved. Forced into a humiliating kneeling position before her superior. It made him giggle. The raw power displayed in front of him is what he wanted to see first hand. And here she was, Miryia of House Janus. What a sight… 

"Oh, where are my manners? I am Raveem of Clan Vas'Ah. Director-General of the Imperial Security Bureau." The Bothan bowed graciously, like a royal would greet another of higher rank. As ambitious as he was, Raveem wasn't stupid unlike other Imperial Officers, especially his predecessor. Thinking about his fate, it made him smile. Too bad he couldn't see it coming. As he rose to meet her gaze once more, he gestured at the woman beside him. 
"This is my most faithful bodyguard, Phasma." 
Phasma bowed as well, though she did so reluctantly. It seemed this Bothan had the savage warrior on a short leash. Now, to the more important things… 

"Now why would our benevolent and most capable leader do that?" Raveem remarked semi-sarcastically. Though that smile quickly faded as he stood up straight and addressed Miryia's question. "The Admiral is inside along with all the other bureaucrats and leaders of our fractured Empire. I found it rather surprising that you were not invited to this particular meeting, so I thought extending an unofficial invitation was in order. Perhaps you, me, and the Admiral can convince him otherwise?" 

It was hard to rear the Bothan even if Miryia reached out with the Force. His mind was a jumbled mess of quick thoughts and memories haphazardly stitched together. What she could make out though, was that he found the whole situation entertaining. She also found that Raveem found pleasure in her mere presence, which was strange to say the least. Just like any other ISB agent, she could see how he carefully measured and analysed her most subtle of movements and facial expressions. And regardless of his pose, he was positioned to grab the blaster on his belt. He seemed like a well-trained skilled agent.