He's looking old. Years older.
But now you think about it, it has been years. And you're older too. Everything is getting older, and nothing is getting better. By the look on his face, Mercator feels the same way. Luckily, his religion forbades anger.
"Senator," he says, in a deadpan voice. He looks directly into the camera with hard-set eyes. The burnt orange sky shines harshly into his office through a window at the back of his office in the Basilica.
"This is a courtesy. And a reminder. I understand you are on Lanzar. Many would call this coincidence. As you know, there is no such thing.
"The reminder is of your promise to help. It's been a long time, Senator. Where is our help? Where is hope for the Galaxy now? Where is the repayment of your debt?
"The courtesy... is to inform you how your legacy still lingers here." He gives a deep sigh. "Senator Sartorus has been appointed to the Mandragos Commission. Hadrumel is an industrial world, Senator. You know what that means.
"I will continue to have faith in Balance. How you feel... is down to your own conscience, Senator."
The message ends, and there is a long silence.
Galahad's throat tightens as he listens to the message, realizing what Father Mercator has reported to him. He shuts off the device and leans against the wall for a moment.
"This is the Commissar's doing," Galahad snarls quietly to himself, then leaves the room, making after Senator Sartorus with all due speed.
What does Galahad know about the Mandragos Commission? Mercator implies that an industrial leader on the Commission would be a terrible thing...
"It wouldn't have been planted if it wasn't going to do something significant." Rhys says coolly as he comes closer. "We just don't know what the significance is yet."
Is there anything about the target site that would stand out from the rest of the area, aside from having been, you know, blown up?
Does Ranad have the remains of the device with him?
"Damn," Galahad says, watching the shuttle disappear from a window. "Sartorus doesn't know what he's done. The fool! He's trading the lives of millions for power...damn him."
Galahad continues glaring out the window, resting against the frame, thinking back to his son's involvement with Mandragos...
He shakes himself of the thoughts. Those were dark times, before the Clones Wars. Nothing has improved.
Is it within the legal capabilities of the Commissar to have placed Sartorus in this position?
I meant, like, isn't corruption a crime in the Senate?
Are there any other significant buildings in the area? Otherwise, I say we should keep watch on the Guild Hall, from the outside...
"It had to be a distraction," Sasha says. "Such technology is lightly wasted, especially in a public area." She continues to look about for anything of significance, but likely finds nothing.