A hooded figure with a lithe and graceful silhouette hissed a lifeless greeting. "What do you have to tell me of the events at Memm's Estate, Fil'vye?"
"All I can assure you, Mistress is the artifact is safe." The Bothan leaned back and absently stroked the long tuft at his chin.
"So you have it, then?"
"Not exactly."
"This vexes me, Fil'vye. You assured me the facility would have complete discretion. That has been compromised, my apprentice has been killed and our property absconded. This does not induce confidence in the Fil'vye Transport company among myself nor my colleagues."
"Only, a minor setback I assure you. Shortly the item will be delivered to you and all will be well."
"See to it. It would be most unfortunate for your business if the Republic were to renew their interest in annexing Vaynai regardless of the wishes of the aristocracy."
"Now, now, threats are not necessary, Mistress. You will have your artifact and a bonus to boot."
"We shall see."
The image abruptly vanished. The Bothan pondered a moment. This may work out for him after all.
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