((Sorry...I haven't been able to get on in a while...We need more people to join on the Sith side.))
Demagol awoke finding himself out of armor on the veranda of his penthouse suite overlooking the residential sector of Ahto. He got up off the soft, oversized leather chair and looked out at the massive floating wonder of a city.
He just sighed at thought of giving up on his current occupation and looked upon the peaceful place where he was.
Demagol shook his head and smirked as he shruged of the peaceful thoughts, and picked up his large green duffle bag full of armor and and equipment.
He was on his way out the door when his holo-transmitter bliped; he turned around to see a cloaked figure appear in the middle of the room...and a familiar voice.
"I trust you are enjoying your asignment on Manaan, Doctor." the hologram said.
*gasp* "Lord Revan, I am honored by this...um...visit." Demagol replied.
"Yes, I thought as much. I will be arriving on Manaan in one week's time, and that is all you need to know." Revan said.
"Yes Master, I will make the proper arrangments...and I trust no one else on Manaan, or The Acadamy knows about this?" He asked.
Revan's Hologram shook its head sideways, then vanished.
Demagol turned and thought for a minute, then finally walked out the door to the Residential plaza.
((I can change it if it won't fit into your storyline, Mel.))
"This IS my signature."