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[b][i]Lythos IX Corporate Sector[/i][/b]

Although his mission was complete and the credits wired to his account, Highsinger didn't immediately head for Hutt space to "cash-in" Canaris' head; this unusual breach of courtesy was due to the fact that the Droid had picked up a signal, one that he had not seen in a very long time, One that he needed to see, immediately.

Making landfall on the backwater agriworld's main spaceport, the task mundanely easy due to the fact that his ship was but one of hundreds of YT-series transports going to and from the planet and if anyone asked any questions why the droid was going about his business unattended, he'd just point to the vibroblade in the magnetic sheath on his back, quickly making them change the subject or drop it entirely.

It didn't take too long to find out anything unusual happening on this sleepy farmworld since the Empire wasn't exactly being subtle when one of their representatives decided to spend a short vacation on this unimportant rock by renting out an entire island and filling it with stormtroopers. If the one who sent out this signal was who Highsinger thought they were, then this sort of ostenatious security really wouldn't be their style... Regardless the Droid presses onward with his investigation, making good use of his recent earnings by getting himself a secondhand swoop bike and speeds towards destiny atop the blue waves...

Parking the swoop on an empty cove, it was child's play for the assassin droid to evade and bypass the patrols despite their numbers; they were the Empire's best after all... Eventually triangulating the signal's source at a stretch of white sanded beach, he finds much more than he had bargained for...

[i]It can't be...[/i]

The sounds of soft whirring ringing from his head as internal drives defragmented and refreshed themselves, Highsinger eventually realized that was indeed facing reality and not currently experiencing a major logic error from the seaspray somehow getting inside of him. Resolving that this was in fact a lookalike or even an impostor to the master he believed long gone, the droid makes his move, stalking through the foliage, careful to disturb the greenery as least as possible, getting as close as he could as his cover would dictate and then...

[i][b]"Master."[/b][/i]

Right behind her, Janus would hear the voice of an old friend.