"Incompetent morons!"
The news of his men losing Vi'ivando's nephew and subsequently being captured by the Alliance Police when trying to recover their captive had just reached Iniquus.
His already dented desk received two additional hits that dug deeper into the metal than usual. Of all the frustrating things to occur, this one was the last straw.
Angrily he called his aide into the room and began discussing plans of recourse. To keep Vi'ivando compliant, he had agreed to allow the man to have a fifteen-minute holo-call with his nephew each day.
Originally this had been a small price to pay to have the expert engineer work on what he wanted, but now it was coming back to bite him.
"We were so close to being ready too. And now this happens at the worst possible moment." Iniquus said, slamming his fists into his desk once more.
His aide, remaining calm in the face of his master's outburst, simply continued with the conversation.