[Video] Arrival

[generalgrievous]

[Was that a mask? The visual shows what appears to be some sort of skeletal alien mask and the voice that accompanies it sounds oddly mechanical. Some here may recognize the cyborg General, even if just from historical records. While arriving as human, he'd quickly discovered his powers of transformation from the files he was given then after some brief experimenting he settled on the one he'd last been most familiar with. At least for now.]

Citizens. Heroes.

[The emphasized word seems to catch in his throat and there's a brief cough before he continues with an underlying growl to his tone.]

This is an unfortunate development. I was interrupted in the midst of a critical battle. I do not have time to deal with your little world's problems.

[The words are interrupted again by more coughing then an annoyed growl before the video cuts out abruptly.]

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[dun_moch]

['Master.' It has been far too long since Dooku heard that kind of respect and submission... the proper way he should be addressed, in his view.]

I have founded a covert action group among sympathetic imPorts, to take action against our enemies. We are called 'the Constellation,' and our reach is growing with each passing day.

I want you to join the Constellation as one of our warriors. You will help to train and lead other operatives, and destroy those who threaten us. With your skills added to our ranks, we shall be stronger than ever.

[generalgrievous]

As you will it, my Lord.

Is this the job you would have me do or is that a more private matter? I take it I still need some public display of work here, unless that title they already gave me - however mockingly - will suffice as a cover.

[dun_moch]

[The Count shakes his head and holds up a finger.]

No. You will be compensated for your services, of course, but this is a secret position. You will require something else to occupy yourself in public...

[He moves the finger to stroke his beard for a moment, thinking.]

Perhaps I could arrange for you to become a combat instructor. You have been one of my most promising pupils: I am sure you would have much to offer others seeking to learn the arts of war.

[generalgrievous]

[He nods his agreement.]

It is what they want from us, isn't it? Heroics and power. Training others would not seem so out of place.

[dun_moch]

Precisely. You will be doing a public service for the people of this 'Earth.' And who knows? In time, the public may acclaim your heroism.

[The Count smirks. In Grievous' presence, the expression is allowed to take on a crueler edge than Dooku would usually show.]

And if some of your students should happen to end up using their new skills in ways that benefit the Constellation... You can hardly be held accountable for that, now can you?

[generalgrievous]

I will do what I can for this cause.

[Especially if he could somehow get his hands on a Jedi or two. He doesn't take the same sort of glee in these potential plans otherwise but he is ready to fight against their oppressors and kidnappers, if need be. However the Count wanted to do so. But he did want more information, if it could be given.]

What action do you ultimately plan to take?

[dun_moch]

Ultimately? The Porter which brought us here must come under our control. Only then will we be able to regain command of our own destinies. But that will not be possible as long as the government holds it in their custody.

[The Count holds up his communicator, and sends the General the OOC equivalent of this form.]

I am transmitting to you the necessary codes for you to join the Constellation and access our secret communications. Then, our work can truly begin. In the meantime, I will see what I can do to establish your new career as an instructor.

[generalgrievous]

[He examines the document from his own screen and nods.]

Very well, my Lord. I will await your word.

[He waits, expecting a dismissal but in case there is anything else he doesn't yet turn to leave.]

[dun_moch]

Excellent. That will be all for now, General. Contact me at once if there are any developments.

[And then the Count motions toward the door. This feels good, it feels right. To dismiss a subordinate, instead of having to treat people as friends and allies as he so often must.]

[generalgrievous]

[He bows his head respectfully and departs.]