h2g2 The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy: Earth Edition

*La'roo looks at the paused commlink that has been paused for the past three days, a standard thing when someone hasnt replied for four days, meaning that kellin hears nothing but white noise*

L: *smiles*
Attack tipoca tomorrow.. land the ship and attack.. a concussion shot wil send you sprawling off the balcony and into the infinate depths of the sea..

Attack tipoca...
your defences are good enough to prevent much damage i hope,
I dont want to kill others for my own gains...
not yet at any rate,
but then again i suppose i would be dead...

Give me a reason to attack and you have your request La'roo

L: is your husband not reason enough?

A strange question for you to ask...
Ma'rol is not here,
I was not the type of person to attack for nothing
Give me a good reason La'roo,

L:It is a perfect reason, the body is usless without the head.. and we are what keep the ambassador funded

very well...
*stands up*

one thing La'roo...
this dosent work... and i will come to you...
I give you my word...

*walks to the landing pads*

*re-opens the comms, securely knowing that Kellin heard nothing*

L: Well chancellor?

*Types some instructions onto a datapad then sends them to the security forces*

*enters and bows to la'roo*

Prime minister

*Gets a chair and sits down. Begins to examine the droid*

*the droid whistles and chirps happely which for those who can understand droids would mean
/~/ Ah you I have a message for you /~/

*types some information onto a datapad, then hands it too la'roo. Theres a nod and she sets to work*

Yes droid, what is it?

/~/well sir uits a privatemessage really but i shall sow you at your wim, /~/
*droid projects a small holographic image of Anoon*
Ma'rol... if youve found this its prbably far too late for you to stop me doing something incredably stupid,
you know i have been messed up fora while, and i couldent stand it anymore, so with a little help from La'roo I desided what to do,
some of thise wedding vows dont seem so binding now that i think about it, *laughs*
I am sure you will know where i am, if you want to get in touch, but half of me will be dead by the time you get this, I cant keep going between the ambasadors wife and the loyal jedi knight, may the force be with you Ma'rol
tell death us do part,

*strokes chin thoughtfully*
hmmmmmmm

Must go see my darling wifey

*Leaves the room carrying the droid*

*Strokes chin*

So, hows things here La'roo, i trust the life of a politican has been treating you well

L: Hmm quite.. your wife was here, tried to fake her death

m: *Laughs* strange.. she knows i would have felt the death ripples..

*Pauses*

L: Phase one is nearly complete. Rothanda have reported that the first eight ships are nearly ready, and i can happily report that we nearly have enough men to crew them all.

M: Excellent.. what about the second phase

L: The second phase will be slightly more .. problematic.. the amount of troopers that you've suggested is.. extreme. Only the jedi council have ever made such a large order, and even then we were pushed..

M: Because of that order we are now in a position the likes of which will never happen again. The resources are easily replenished as we take control of the outer rim planets.. and with the full backing of Rothanda we can be assured of success..

L: *tilts head* hmmm *nods* yes..

M: We need to hide the fleet though.. simply assembling an army of this magnitude without anybody noticing is going to be difficult..

M: I have had one thought though.. with gungan technology we would be able to hide the entire fleet, troops and all, right under our feet..

*They both look down through the glass floor and look at the ocean below*

L: Would they give us the technology though?

M: They will for the right price.. and for the right people..

L: The funds are at your disposal.. it will be difficult, but eventually profitable..

*Nods, bows and leaves*

<*raisers finger tocomment but puts it down*>

*the comms beeps and La'roo reads the message*

::Message begins::
La'roo,
Prepare the Ice Queen for immediate departure. No insignia, covert opperations. Have the ship ready to leave within an hour.
I have a son to retrive
Ma'rol
::Message ends::

*La'roo sets to work sending messages*

*the comms beep again*

::Forward this message to high command::

*La'roo forwards the message to the Hammerhead, obviously frustrated*

*a light blinks on the desk*

::Message begins::

I want cloning facilites for one clone brought upto the hammerhead emmidiately.

::Message ends::