The holographic Doren nodded thoughtfully at the Grand Inquisitor's archival request, and assented willingly, "Of course- I will requisition the necessary terminals and databases prior to your arrival- you will have whatever resources are needed to track them down". The governor paused and tapped a half-frozen thumb against his lip. He was quiet for a few moments, then added, "In return, please forward the information for your transport to my office. Upon landing at the northern spaceport, I can have an automated shuttlecraft standing by to bring you to my facilities". Vassyl nodded again, content with this plan, and flashed his old comrade a reassuring smile, "I am confident we can accomplish your task and offer comfortable respite at the same time. Until then, take care Your Eminence".
With that, a salute, and a flash as the wobbly image fizzled out...
***Lake District, Northern Continent***
True to his word, the governor's personal vehicle was idling outside the Grand Inquisitor's chosen docking bay as promised. Travelling at a swift but comfortable speed, Vassyl VIP guest reached the edge of Lake Providence in just under an hour. Upon reaching the parking platform, the Dathomiri was instantly greeted by her host's own ASP-series loader droid, which silently but courteously handled any luggage she might have brought along. If there was any surprise, it was a lone figure that seemed to be traipsing back in forth in front of the antique hotel which shared its name with the surrounding lake. Minute inspection would quickly reveal a familiar face: Doren Vassyl, clad in a simple white linen top, and an airy pair of brown trousers.
Rather than sword or blaster or imperial sigil, he was armed only with a simple pair of gardener's shears. Normally, the governor, and occasional hotelier, was happy to let his droid staff handle the hedges that clung to the sides of the main building. He was, however, very fussy about the front façade leading into the lobby, and often took it upon himself to prune the bushes himself. It was this task that had occupied him when the Grand Inquisitor came to call, but he did not loathe it. However briefly, here, in this place, at this time, he was merely Doren Vassyl, no strings or titles, no handle on galactic events or the fate of the masses. Indeed, for the time being, his only disposition was to offer comfort to a cherished ally, and provide what support was in his means to give.
When the green-thumbed governor spotted his most important visitor, he offered a crisp salute, held it for a few moments, and shook it out into a friendly wave. "I figured my own presence here wouldn't prove to be a major security risk", he explained once the Grand Inquisitor approached the front entrance, taking a moment to wipe the sweat off his brow, "We've caught a lucky spell of heat- its usually much colder this time of year". Clasping the sheers to his belt, Doren swept a welcoming hand toward the front door, "Might I have the honor of giving you a tour of the interior? Or perhaps you're tired from your journey, in which case I can show you directly to your room". Vassyl waited patiently for Her Ladyship's reply. Whatever might be needed, he was humbly at her service...
