20 Ravager (1/2)

She strode down the corridors, she took over the scene. Dominance, professionalism, the ideal Imperial. It was Rae Sloane, her curly ponytail bouncing with every step, her stubborn uniform keeping her assets in their place.

Her dark eyes flickered at each person who passed her, she didn't know who Rax had under his thumb. He was dangerous, unknown and a liability for the Imperial remnant's survival. He had to be removed.

The first meeting for the shadow council in which Rax had formed, wasn't until a few days from now. However before she had departed days ago from the Imperium's flagship, she had made a promise with the leader of the fledgling Imperium.

She needed to give him Randd, who she just so happen to now know that Rax wanted out of the way. This was a dangerous move, but it was surely something she figured he had plans for.

She approached the room of the Grand Moff and pressed the buzzer. ”Grand Moff Randd, this is Grand Admiral Sloane, I have to speak with you.” Her tone was urgent, but her heart was steady. Dedication, professionalism mixed into a stoic expression. She was a beauty capable of stabbing any man in the chest and tearing out his heart without flinching.

As the door opened, her eyes were met with the very man she had been sent to fetch. ”Grand Admiral,” Randd spoke with a stern tone, he was a serious man. He never laughed before in public to her knowledge, and according to his wife he only laughed twice a year. ”I was under the impression you were killed at the summit. It's good to see you in good health,” his voice was analytical, it was just an observation, but she could feel as if he was happy to see her alive.

However he also seemed a bit weirded out, seeing how she had become a bit more on the youthful side in appearance. He couldn't quite figure out how that had happened all of a sudden.

”The assumption was removed from the reports, they were wrong.” She dismissed the notion that she was dead. ”May I enter, Sir?” She asked and the man nodded, stepping back and gesturing for her to come in.

It hadn't been till Rax had placed her as Grand Admiral did she be around the same rank as this man. She before never expected to be handed this rank, but it was at least one thing that Rax did right.

As she got to the center of the room, she turned her head and looked towards Randd as he walked over and sat in his chair. It was his favorite leather chair. He picked up a mug of hot caffeinated coffee and looked over towards his guest. ”What can I do for you, Grand Admiral Sloane?” He'd ask as he was in the middle of bringing the mug to his lips. Taking a sip, his eyes remained locked on her.

”You've met Grand Moff Rune, yes?”

This one question made the man not known for humor, to spew his coffee right back into the cup and down the front of himself. Her eyes remained on her for a few moments before he'd slowly lower the cup and put it on the stand beside the chair.

Blinking a few times at his response to her question, she could only make assumptions about the interactions or what he had witnessed. ”I... Take that as a yes.” She slowly nodded to herself with her hands rested behind her back, one hand grasping the other at the wrist.

”Heh...” Randd laughed bitterly, it wasn't a laugh of humor. ”This isn't a visit to ask for advice,” he shook his head and looked towards her with his brows raised. He wiped away the coffee in his beard with a nearby black towel with a white Imperial emblem on it. ”He sent you I take it...”

Squinting hearing this, she flexed her jaw as she tilted her head as if wanting to hear more.

He caught on, he had a wife and he dealt with people on a daily basis. He could read people easily, ”He came to me two years ago. Did me some expensive... Favors. I asked what he wanted in return.” Randd let out an exhale through his nose as he decompressed on the chair. ”He said hewould send someone to collect and possibly save my life.”

Randd's face twisted slightly after saying the last word of the sentence. He then looked towards the Imperial Grand Admiral who was looking at him rather calmly, a stoic indifferent expression hiding keen interest and surprise.

”Well he wasn't wrong. What he wants is to save your life and the lives of your fellow crewmen.” Having gotten the inside information on the whole Gallius Rax fiasco when it came to thinning the herd, she made this sound a little nonchalant.

Randd nodded slowly, ”Oh.” It was a partial shock to hear that she really was here to collect the favors. Though at the same time, she was also here to collect his 'life' in this case, save it. ”If that's the case, I'll activate it then.”

”It, Sir?” She turned her head a bit, her ear facing him more so than her actual face. She wanted some more information.

”The Virtual Intelligence Matrix,” Randd said as he wasn't sounding very enthusiastic. The object looked like a simple ornament sitting on the desk on the other side of the room. This ornament looked like a scarab, and as soon as he said ”VIM,” it began to move on its own.

Hearing the clicking and hissing of the beetle, she glanced over towards the scarab as it was mechanically fluttering across the room and onto his chair. It waddled down the side of the chair's spine before resting on his arm.

Reaching over he would press his index finger on its eye, while pressing his thumb against the other, then pushed them both in at the same time. A soft sound uttering from the mechanical creature before speaking, ”Grand Moff Randd identification verified.”