Stepping out, they see nothing, just an empty hallway (except for the bodies and gore). Beam says "Sir, I have just detected a large energy spike in what seems to be the station control room."
This was a step up from the place she had actually expected. She had expected the risk of getting mugged among other things. This looked like as long as she didn't do anything to offend them, this would all be easy. They weren't keeping their presence a secret with that golden armor. She decided that staying for too long when she looked overdressed for the occasion would make this look weirder than it needed to be. Walking up to one of them, she figured just getting to the point would make things easier. "I'm looking for Teylann. Is this a bad time? I can come back later."
"Control room? Hmm. We'll head there. They may have activated a self destruct or something. Let's move out." DT-L30 motions for everyone to go, while taking the lead. The inquisitor's double saber on his right hand, ready to activate it at a moment's notice. But for now, none of its blades are activated to avoid giving away their position as they head to the control room.
One of the men heads into a back room, before coming back out. "Go on up. Head up the stairs, third door on the right"
In the large control room, adorned with panels and a view screen, DT sees a figure clad in black, facing away from him.
"Thank you." Giving a quick response, she didn't exactly hurry...there was no reason this should go wrong...but still. She didn't think she liked being around any groups in armor with access to weapons if they weren't her own. But she took the stairs anyway, and followed his directions to the door. She gave a look to the chief. "Let's not try to crowd the woman. Could you just stand here until we need you?"
"Yes, Ms Sarafiel." He leans up against the wall, waiting. The door opens, and Danann sees the woman from the file sitting behind her desk. She stands, and walks over. Danann Sarafiel. A pleasure." She holds out an elegant hand.
DT-L30 motions for everyone to stop, while using the Force to see if this was their target. While doing so, he'll try and see what the figure is doing.
"Teylann, correct?" The coordination wasn't too surprising to Dannan. A lot of people could compensate with blindness and still be perfectly functioning. Even without these apparent force abilities. The woman was being polite enough and more than just not wanting to risk offending her, Dannan made the actual effort to be polite and take her hand. "It's nice to meet you in person too."
DT's senses are still clouded. The figure speaks. It's the same voice he heard in his head. @Regin34 Fendrat recognises the woman. Her figure is the same, and the voice, though last time muffled by a rebreather, is distinctive. "So, you finally found me."
Teylann shakes hands, and gestures towards the seats in front of the desk. "Please, sit. Can I offer you refreshments? Tea, alcohol, spice?"
"You didn't make it easy, but we did." DT-L30 takes a defensive stance, "So, do you mind sharing what exactly is going on in this station?" He asked in an almost sarcastic tone, while still trying to figure out what she just activated.
"No, need to inconvenience yourself for my benefit." Taking the seat that she was offered, she tried to think of the best thing to say to bring it up to this situation. "I'll admit, I'm not usually the one who handles these types of meetings. Forgive me, if I'm misunderstanding something important about how they should go. Why don't you tell me about what exactly you need?"
@Regin34 The only console lit up in the room looks to be some sort of communications device, with speakers and a voice receiver. DT guesses that she just made a communication of some sort. "This station", the voice is smooth, carrying a hint of humour and malice in equal measure, "was part of an attempt in the Old Republic to bring the dead back to life. As you can see, they were only partially successful. I have no interest in resurrection, personally, but I find the prospect of making an army of undead slaves rather amusing."
She smiles. "I admit that I made several assumptions about why you came here. Very well. I require about 50 pounds each of spice, glitterstim, red sand and death sticks each month. I believe that with your recently acquired company, you might be able to meet my needs. Am I wrong?"
Fendrat laught like crazy men, when hear what she going to do. " Ha ha ha, and you want to control army of zombies? Come on, be serios. It will never work, such things always getting out of control! " He said lowering down his gun. " We didn't escape from you last time isn't it? You simply let us go, to bring to you Force users like Inquisitors. More powerfull zombies, isn't it? "He said smiling like someone who don't care if he die or not.
"That's more than possible. We already have a few of those being worked on anyway." It was a pretty sizable order, but with the resources she had available, it definitely seemed like it was a possible task and she could probably take a small subsidiary company if they needed the extra manpower. "...might I ask what your other assumptions were?"
She laughs with him. "I assure you, pink man, zombie armies aren't my primary interest. I chose this station because it was remote, and because the pirates were never foolish enough to bother me after I tore a few of them apart with the Force. Your escape was legitimate, I assure you."
Fendrat chuckled. " So you want to place for expirence and subjects to reserch? Why not abonded tomb? " He joked steped forward, putting his hand on chest. " By the way, I get little bored with 'pink guy'. My name is Fendrat Stussad and if you will be so kind share your own, our conversations will be more comfortable and culture. "
"We'd be willing to pay good prices, though the product must be impeccable. I assumed that, with your resources, you'd be able to create narcotics that have far superior purity to other suppliers, is that correct?"
