Halloy
"Report on our losses," says Lothar, pacing before the melted throne. His minions have been cleaning up the mess in the Tower since the Jedi slipped out of his grasp.
Crutch lists some figures- men killed by the Jedi were few, but soldiers loyal to the King killed quite a few more. And then there was the prison break that turned into quite a hassle.
"What is the status on those prisoners?"
"Those that were not killed... managed to escape," Crutch says. "We're not sure where to. They have likely left the city to wander the desert."
"They're not a concern, then," Lothar snorts.
"We also located the secret landing bay where we think the King departed from," Crutch says. "He is not on Halloy any longer."
"I sensed as much," Lothar says. "He took the Jedi with him."
"Do we have anything to fear from the Republic?" Crutch asks.
"No," Lothar says. "The Senate won't do any more than they need to. He will be sheltered... that will be all. But I don't want him returning. See to it that Evand is eliminated, my assassin..."
"Yes, sir," Crutch says.
"And give the orders to begin the round-up," Lothar says. "Soon, we'll commence with the ritual and begin the auction..."
End