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Trayous hoped he looked less nervous than he felt. The gentle blue glow of the archives' holoterminal calmed his anxiety somewhat, but the knowledge of what could happen if things went anything but smoothly was too much to ignore--especially this close to crunch time.
"Go, Q," he finally ordered, and with an affirmative whistle from the black astrodroid, the connection was established and he found himself in contact with the Millennium Falcon.
The figure that appeared on the Falcon's projector could have been mistaken for Kylo Ren at first glance, but with deliberate mistakes: His hair was much longer, to start with, reaching well past his shoulder blades; his posture was more refined, his robes less of a tabard style and much more reminiscent of a traditional Force user (though still black as night).
"Greetings from Malachor. This is Darth Trayous hailing the survivors of the Resistance, in response to General Organa's previous distress call. I regret we were unable to provide more expedient assistance, but we're here now. Please respond."
