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The hall was otherwise unremarkable. It had simple stone and marble furnishings. Few modern technological feats were in the chamber. Datapads, holoreaders, projectors, and a couple service droids. It hardly looked like a suitable, modern, sleek meeting place for the finest minds in the galaxy.
The Emperor had called for a meeting of the finest mines in science, philosophy, and the Empire to discuss, debate and weigh the possibility of time travel.
Jax Kabourne would be officiating the six-day conference's business. Meetings, seminars and the like would take place daily here in the Old Temple's meeting chamber. Watching from a distance, the Emperor sat in a balcony with aids and handpicked Sith apprentices. The experience would be a good lesson in politics, science, diplomacy and stealth.
He nodded to Kabourne, who brought the first day's events to order. "Welcome to Kuat. Emperor Shadow has called for a civil debate, so here's hoping Sith participants have left their lightsabers at home."
Meanwhile, elsewhere in the capital, the Inquisitors were making swift searches of the scientists, sages, philosophers quarters. Shadow leaned his head on his steepeled fingers. "Take it away," he whispered.
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That, that is, is; that, that is not, is not.
Today's Evil Overlord Mood/Thought Process of the Day: Gungan opera
The Realist Party. You can't repel appeal of our magnitude.
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