PTS (Public Transport Service) Terminal

[Illuminatum]

A man, cowled, face hidden by a deep, sunken-in hood, stood, well-hidden within the shadows as he awaited his Apprentice's arrival. The Teacher, Titus, raised his hands, pulling the cloak further over his face, casting it in deep shadow, grays and blacks contrasting, and mingling.

He glanced about slowly, waiting for his contact, his Apprentice, so they could board their transport, and be on their way..
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[Illuminatum]

As Crasus moved through the terminal, he looked out into the faces surrounding him, taking note of people looking a bit too intently. The hood of his cloak kept his face well hidden, so there was no threat of being identified, but it still made him edgy.

He had always been paranoid. To the point of not trusting anyone. He would remain paranoid, too. It was healthy, as far as he was concerned.

Crasus stayed out of the main flow of foot traffic, and looked for the Teacher. When he did not immediatly spot him, he moved to where anyone specifically looking for him could find him, but any passerby would not notice. If Titus didn't want to be spotted, then Crasus would not find him. The Teacher would find Crasus.
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[Illuminatum]

Titus nodded, spotting his Apprentice, and moving swiftly, a soft tug on Crasus's elbow, along with the muted words, "Titus".

Then he was moving again, a swift look backwards, to be sure that Crasus was following him.

The good thing about these large, hooded cloaks, was that, simply, everyone used them. Titus continued to move through the crowd, his body sliding effortlessly through the throngs, before coming to a stop before the large ship, and flashing two tickets, awaiting Crasus's arrival.
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[Illuminatum]

Crasus followed Titus through the crowd, at a distance. He didn't want to advertise that the two were connected, to anymore than was nessecary. As he approached behind the Teacher, he saw him show two tickets to one of the security personel standing before the entrance of the ship.

He followed the Teacher into the ship, a few paces behind him, as they made their way to their quarters, careful not to bump into anyone.

As he followed, he couldn't help but wonder what the purpose of this assignment was. Obviously it was important to the organization, as all assignments were, but he didn't think it nessecary that he was assigned to a Teacher. Obviously Titus was more advanced than him, but Crasus could still accomplish most assignments without much difficulty. Be that as it may, being assigned to a Teacher certainly couldn't hurt anything, and if it was for the good of the organization, then he would do it.

Crasus pushed the thoughts to the back of his mind, and kept his thoughts on the task at hand. He would find out all the specifics of the assignment soon enough.
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[Illuminatum]

Titus moved his left hand over, pressing a small button to the right of the door, closing the private compartment. His hood remained down, covering his face, shadowing it. And he began to speak,

".."

Titus paused, shaking his head, and, instead, taking a small datapad from his cloak, typing into it quickly. The message, facing Crasus, read,

"Don't speak. We will communicate, for now, with datapad. This room may be bugged, and, anymore, our voices would be traced, releasing our identities."

He nodded, before continuing,

"You should have the parameters of our mission on your datapad, sent to you beforehand, I assume."

He paused, hood lifting slightly, as if appraising the man, waiting for the message to be returned.
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[Illuminatum]

Crasus looked to the datapad, and raised an eyebrow. He hadn't heard much of the Killiks. Only that they were a race of bugs of all shapes and sizes, all working towards galactic domination, or at least that's what the propoganda pointed towards. That, and the Killik homeworld's position was a closely guarded secret. He couldn't think off the top of his head how to get to the individuals, but he was sure the Teacher had thought long and hard on how to accomplish the assignment.

As he held the datapad, he typed in a message.

"Ambitious targets. Should be interesting. Since asking for mission details over a datapad, in an insecure invroment would be foolish, I'll just assume that you know what you're doing, and wait for the plan to unfold. So, now that the asignment has been layed out. What now?"

Crasus leaned forward, handed the datapad back to Titus, and waited for the man's response.
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[Illuminatum]

The Teacher read the message, nodding,

"As I have messaged before, all details should be on your datapad already. If they are not, send them to our encrypted channel within the Illuminatum. All will be revealed there. Ambitious? Nothing is too high for the Illuminatum to accomplish. Keep this thought within your mind.

If even a stray doubt crosses your mind, our plan may be a failure. We will accomplish this. The Grand Master will be served in this. Place your trust in His Will."

This message finished, Titus transferred it, feeling the ship move away from the docking platform, and begin transit to Mustafar.

Teacher Titus and Agent Crasus, as well as PST #00568 are in transit to Mustafar.
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