(D9 EN Closed) Tonight We Celebrate

[Nekoinu]

The compound was well-lit and filled with droids working at their stations along the massive array of equipment. The security systems scanned her face and asked for her password. "5th Month on Mygetto." Turrets leveled their blaster cannons at her until an automated voice confirmed that she was in the clear.

She then walked closer, a smile on her lips. She presented a bottle of Corellian whiskey and two glasses. "I brought out the good stuff."

The Bothan shook his head. "Not yet," he stated with a cool tone. His eyes were peeled to a screen displaying casualty reports across the moon.

"Come on, Sath. This is the biggest job we've pulled off. We can take time to celebrate." She motioned to the multitude of droids working under him. "They'll alert you if his name comes up."

He shook his head and kept his eyes focused on the screen. "It wouldn't be as satisfying. And you know better than to use names, even here." He then looked up to her with a frown. "And the Sith failed. If they had succeeded in slamming that barge into the Republic Compound, all of the blame would have shifted to them. The Empire would not wage war against the Hutts too."

She let out a sigh. "Still fighting that war, huh? I suppose we need to. Damn Imperials would be just as bad for these people as the Hutts."

All Sath Kwa'to gave to her was a nod in response. He then scanned through the reports until he finally came upon the Republic SIS's immediate casualty report. His mouth turned to a grin and he turned to his associate. "How about that drink?" The pair poured out a glass for each of them and then clinked their glasses together. "Cheers. To justice being served."

"To justice," she echoed.

On the screen was the holo-picture of one important man found deceased from the explosion: one Matthias Norsoa.