The Exeter Arx Space
Korvis found he was locked out of the landing bay. The guards at the lifts just shrugged, clearly having no idea why. A message popped up on his datapad:
Leaving so soon? -Socorra
Had it been anyone else Korvis would have been livid. He had preparations to make for the invasion of the Ethereal Realm. He still needed to find Shimrah who had gone missing in the middle of the night.
That doesn’t even include the deliveries he had to make for the Regent. Kyber crystals from both, which Korvis didn’t even know came from there. Then he had to pick up power converters from the factories on Seraph which meant dealing with Kam'jin. At least Thran could help expedite that process. Who knew that War had so much logistics. He liked it better when he just showed up and killed people. He couldn’t help but let out a sigh. He quickly sent out a reply.
One drink, that’s it. Zxyl will have my head if I don’t get these power converters delivered. - Korvis.
Socorra smiled a little. The Mandos were getting ready for launching the invasion. Everything after this ridiculous party was completely unknown. Would she be fighting in the Realm under Evant’s command, or Arcona? Was the Dark Lord stable enough to survive the war? If not, would Dacien rid of her and install his own Praetor? Sith were going to Sith, and Dacien was no different. Neither was she.
No worries on that–I am going to have his head first for not even RSVPing. See you in the lounge. -Socorra