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[Fallon Draellix-Kobitana]

Location: Geonosis
Objective: Deliver essential humanitarian supplies
Loadout: here
Tags: Cynan Obaith

Wearing this

Genesis had had a problematic last few years and the hive that towered in the background behind Fallon was one of the worst affected by the famine and blight that had ravaged the area. Normally this area would be buzzing with drones preparing for the latest birthing cycle but instead it was quiet, and somewhat sombre as many new drones were going unfed and perishing.

This is why Fallon was here, she was part of a relief effort funded by the High Republic and spearheaded by her mother's organisation, the Kobitana Foundation, a humanitarian organisation founded by her grandfather on Lujo but now with galactic obligations. She wore a t-shirt emblazoned with their emblem, she had arrived dressed in the regalia of the Ashlan Lightbringer, but had quickly discarded her robes when she realised just how fething hot it was her. Luckily the deployed Habitation module nearby provided the oftworlers with some comforts to keep them refreshed and cool off if needed.

She was hot, she was sweaty and now she had been called over to resolved a dispute between two cargo captains. One from Kobitana that was delivering food paste and another from the a Naboo family that her biochip told her was Obaith, it gave her the listed manifest too but she didnt need to read all that, everyone was here for the same reason. And yet, why couldn't the captains see that? Their had been a clash on landing scheduling, an unfortunately not impossible situation given the multitude of companies here, but the captains doing deliveries wanted to keep to their schedules and not have to wait for offloading, so now there was a tense stand off where neither could offload as the were both fighting for entrance.

"Dumb pride" she said to herself as she strode over, wondering if an Obaith rep representative was also inbound at the same time. She hopped over a barricade trailing her pink hair behind her and grabbed the comm.

"Alright you two, this is Miss Draellix-Kobitana, you are messing up my relief efforts with this little cock measuring contest. Whichever of you backs off and waits in line with be compensated by the foundation for the schedule clash." they knew this, it was in their contracts. She sighed.

 

[Cynan Obaith]

Location: Geonosis
Outfit: Duster Jacket, Suit and sunglasses
Tag: Fallon Draellix-Kobitana

There was a call for aid to Geonosis, when Cynan saw the call he knew that it was something that he could send a significant amount of aid and support towards as the start of House Obaith's more public humanitarian aid work. The planet did also allow him to try out a duster jacket and a pair of sunglasses that he had been waiting for the right opportunity to use. So, he organised a collection of medical supplies, food and suitable resources for the Geonosians to utilise in restoring their hive colonies back to the former glory that they once held. While they lived a very different lifestyle to what Cynan knew, he was more than adamant that they should be given every chance to flourish as much as they could.

Since it was the first major work that Cynan was doing as House Obaith in a very public manner, he also knew that his presence during the work would be crucial. This was a demonstration of what House Obaith was willing to do for those within the High Republic space and he was hoping to demonstrate that they did not have to be in High Republic space to receive this level of aid and support from his family either. It was important to show that you did not have to join the High Republic for them to offer support and ensure quality of life was provided.

Once on Geonosis, Cynan felt the heat and was thankful that he brought his sunglasses so that he could avoid the very unattractive squinting that he could see others doing. Walking up to a group, "hello there, Lord Cynan of House Obaith, I wanted to speak with someone about the aid ships that I organised to arrive. Seems there is an error in schedule and I was hoping to offer some relief in solving that error?" Cynan spoke with a deep, smooth but gentle voice.

The group directed him to their boss who was a pink haired lady who was already striding and then jumping a barricade. He felt a smirk dance on his lips as he watched the woman. Someone clearly very comfortable being in charge of situations like this and someone clearly with a lot of experience in doing this sort of work. It was impressive to see and Cynan was curious to meet her. Thanking the group, he strode casually towards where Fallon was, hands sliding into his trouser pockets as he wandered over to Fallon.

"Hello there, Lord Cynan Obaith. Just a minor misunderstanding with the schedule is all. I promise my captain is not attempting to do any comparison of the sort. She is very good at her job and just wants to ensure the goods are deposited before they spoil." Cynan called out to Fallon, stepping forward some more and pulled his hands out of his pockets to offer a polite bow to Fallon. "However, I can message her immediately to allow the other ship to dock first. I am hoping to assist in making sure this goes as smoothly as possible, Ms Draellix-Kobitana."

His dark eyes peered over the rim of his sunglasses to Fallon and he gave her a wink.

 

[Fallon Draellix-Kobitana]

Location: Geonosis
Objective: Deliver essential humanitarian supplies
Loadout: here
Tags: Cynan Obaith

Wearing this

Fallon laughed as she turned round to correct the man who was correcting her phallacy, "You know exactly what I mea... oh, hi." he bowed politely and introduced himself. It left Fallon a little at a loss, did she bow? She wasnt wearing a dress to courtsey with so instead nodded her head and extended a hand for him to shake, although he might kiss it given his gentlemanly demeanour.

"I'm Fallon," she said, assuming he knew that as he had already used a more formal address. Her hair fluttered behind her as one of the ships increased its retros to pull back up into a higher position. Her comm crackled with affirmative to her isntructions. "No need, seems like my guy has opted for the ladies first approach. Or he just heard my name and scared of mum." she laughed again and pushed her dusty pink hair back behind her head as the jet wash blew it about. "We should probably get off the landing pad. Ive got some more supervisor stuff to do, come with? Ive been hoping to meet one of you guys to have a chat about the project." she gestured that she follow him towards a large medical module that needed her attention.

She was genuinely pleased to meet an Obaith on professional terms, the fact that he was beautiful didnt even factor into her eagerness to get to know him.

 

[Cynan Obaith]

Location: Geonosis
Outfit: Duster Jacket, Suit and sunglasses
Tag: Fallon Draellix-Kobitana

Taking her hand, he did indeed lean towards it and place a gentle kiss upon her knuckles. "The pleasure is mine. I have heard high praise of your work and I am delighted to meet someone else with an interest like mine." Cynan offered a grin for Fallon as he rose back up to his full height.

Nodding his head, he tapped his comms, "captain, you have been given permission to land first. Be thankful to the other pilot." Cynan ordered and could hear the captain grateful towards himself, Fallon and others for sorting the situation out as swiftly as they did. He looked over to Fallon, still holding his grin as she recommended to get off the landing pad and find another location to discuss other matters that she had been wanting to discuss with his family.

"Of course, lead the way Ms Draellix-Kobitana." Raising a hand to gesture to Fallon that she lead the way for the pair. "I am looking forward to hearing what you wish to discuss and keen to provide as much assistance with this project as I can." Cynan stated, with a genuine interest in the matter and a desire to ensure that the project for the Geonosians went as smoothly as it possibly could. He placed his hands back into his duster jacket's pockets and waited to follow Fallon's led on where to go next.

 

[Fallon Draellix-Kobitana]

Location: Geonosis
Objective: Deliver essential humanitarian supplies
Loadout: here
Tags: Cynan Obaith

Wearing this

She looked at the man and his thick duster jacket. "Aren't you hot in that?" then she laughed herself away dismissively. It was baking in the sunshine here, it was the reason she had discarded her robes, but it was none of her business either way, she took in step as they walked.

"My foundation has taken a while to make headway into the southern systems. When I was growing up, this was all Enclave and they weren't too friendly." she laughed. Coming from Lujo, an alliance territory when the mandos were at war with them. Things were simpler now in that regards. "We are always trying to make connections here, what sort of folio does Obaith have at the moment?" It was a bit of a wide open question but her mothers always liked her to network for them, she had a good way with people and didnt have the baggage that the ex-senator and the admiral both had.

A security door in front of them registered her biochip and automatically activated for her to allow then into the next facility, the air in here was barely any cooler, but at least they were out of the sun. A holographic table dominated the room mapping out various drop locations and more importantly, new mapped immediate medical need. "Fancy isnt it, your lot got anything like this?" she joked in a half brag. She loved technology a bit too much.

 

[Cynan Obaith]

Location: Geonosis
Outfit: Duster Jacket, Suit and sunglasses
Tag: Fallon Draellix-Kobitana

"Well, Ms Draellix-Kobitana, I think you'll find that I am hot no matter what I am wearing. It is a tough cross to bear, though I must say, it is a burden you also understand well." He chuckled softly with a flirtatious wink before shaking his head, "fortunately, with wealth comes the benefits of affording clothing material that is quite cooling so I am in no rush to begin undressing in front of you, yet."

Nodding his head, "Mandalorians do not hold the most friendliest of reputations. However, it is good that we are able to support them now as much as we can. Best to focus on what we can do now and less on what we wish we could have done before." There were many things that Cynan wished that he could have done before today but he either did not have the resources, or he simply did not have the time to dedicate.

Watching the doors open merely to the presence of Fallon and then looking around the room at the way things were organised and place. "Most impressive. I would hope that I did have things like this, though my humanitarian operation is still fairly new in comparison to your own so the likelihood is minimal for now. Hopefully as we work together more in the future, there will be a chance to share resources and ideas with one another." Cynan mentioned with a smile, walking more into the room.

"I am guessing that technology is a passion of yours then?"

 

[Fallon Draellix-Kobitana]

Location: Geonosis
Objective: Deliver essential humanitarian supplies
Loadout: here
Tags: Cynan Obaith

Wearing this

Best to focus on what we can do now and less on what we wish we could have done before.

"Very wise, the laments of the past never helped anyone." she said to the thoughtful man as she continued punching in commands to the system as it flipped from zone to zone until she found what she was looking for.

She smiled at the chance of them working together again, "Yeah, that would be cool. Kobitana loves collaboration, its insane the numbers that can suddenly be displaced or put into danger."

She turned towards him as he mentioned her love of technology and gave him a watch this look. She used her implant to activate her cloaking device and shimmered out of sight. He would here faint footsteps, she was being playful, not stealthy, before she reappeared behind him. "boo!" she joked. "I also have one that let's me pass through solid matter.... although the first time I used that one I got the settings wrong and all my clothes fell off." she shrugged and smirked before taking a sharp breath as another woman entered the room, much older and wearing a medics outfit.

"Miss Draellix, good to see you. We need your sign off to transfer one of the drop ships for another medical requisition. Someone dropped a decimal on the breeding rate of the geonosians."

She furrowed her brow. "Aren't you kidding me? We simply dont have spare cargo space in system, what do you expect me too.... you got anything? need about a kiloton of hold space for this one: she finished her sentence in the direction of Cynan.

 

[Cynan Obaith]

Location: Geonosis
Outfit: Duster Jacket, Suit and sunglasses
Tag: Fallon Draellix-Kobitana

"Wisdom forged from years of errors. Don't worry, I am likely to many more errors in the future." Cynan gave a smirk as he watched Fallon get absorbed in her element. "It is a momentum task to be humanitarians in this galaxy but that is my primary goal, there are other things that I wish to achieve as well but ensuring that others receive their needed care and resources is my main concern." Cynan affirmed, he knew that using such operations to enter enemy territory, observe movements and even stir discontent from within. It was goals that he desired to achieve after providing the care that everyone deserved to have.

His eyes watched as she disappeared through a cloaking device, his eyes attempted to see if he could notice the shimmer that some stealth generators cause. Hearing the footsteps softly padding towards him, Cynan could tell that the movements were playful in nature, a tease in the way that she was approaching him. Cynan held a smile as he reacted surprised to see how close that she got to him. "How very creative... Though you have me thinking about your clothes falling off. Very dangerous game there Ms Draellix-Kobitana."

Cynan chuckled softly as he recomposed himself as another person entered, not wishing to make it seem like either of them were daring to be unprofessional in a pivotal moment.

Seeing Fallon turn to him, he chuckled. "Me? Oh... Potentially, the ships coming in can carry that back and the supplies can be redistributed elsewhere if they are not needed here." Cynan commented. "I must say, I am surprised you are not married, Miss Draellix-Kobitana. I had assumed you would have been."

 

[Fallon Draellix-Kobitana]

Location: Geonosis
Objective: Deliver essential humanitarian supplies
Loadout: here
Tags: Cynan Obaith

Wearing this

A dangerous game indeed, she thought to herself without saying any more, and one she might like to win. It was perhaps handy that her work was here and she could focus on that.

"Perfect, if you can sign that off that would be great." she said to him with a big smile before editing a few details and tossing him the data slate. It sailed gently as she used the force to carry it through the air.

She shook her head at the comment about her marital status. It was something she wanted one day, sure, but she was young and busy. 'Funny thing relationships really all the steps you can trip on.

One... finding a guy that fancies you. Not gonna be that girl so we'll just say... not a problem for me.

Two... gotta be physically compatible, if the... erm... spark isn't there, its not worth it.

Three... he has to understand that I don't really sit still, between Lightbringer duties and KF duties, I'm abroad a lot.

Four... he's got to get me. I've got these two Fallon's that meet in the middle as me, so i guess there is something for everyone to dislike." She stopped and suddenly burst out laughing in apology.

"Sorry, yeah, no, I just never got round to it." she said politely retconning her rant. "How about you, cant find any records of a wife on your file." she stuck her tongue out between her teeth at this de facto confession that she had already used her biochip to look him up.

 

[Cynan Obaith]

Location: Geonosis
Outfit: Duster Jacket, Suit and sunglasses
Tag: Fallon Draellix-Kobitana

Cynan did not show whether he believed his chances in such dangerous games would lean in his favour or not. That part of life was something he did his best to keep on the down low. Though rumours of him being a very prolific rake as gossip columns enjoy calling him were certainly entertaining to see.

Nodding his head, he grabbed his datapad and tapped several times, then swirled his signature to ensure it was known that he personally had signed off on such an agreement. "And signed, I shall let you know when I use the resources to support another system. Appreciate the sharing of resources here." Cynan gave a pleased smile.

"Well, I am sure you also hold a high standard for what you desire in a partner as well, as anyone should." It had been something that Cynan had taught his sisters, never to settle and never allow themselves to hold a low bar for acceptable. They deserved the best and a man should be capable of measuring up to that standard.

Looking over to Fallon, "well, Miss Draellix-Kobitana, I am sure when this very fortunate man crosses your path, a galaxy of men will weep for missing their chance to woo you." He gave a warm smirk to Fallon with a slightly flirtatious wink.

"Well, running a family like mine is a full time job, needing to find investments and assets to create a steady income so that the profits can be sent to missions like these as well as assisting political activisms across the galaxy." Cynan shared, "I also haven't found anyone who grabs the attention and spirit that I need in life. Perhaps one day, though my mother would demand it to be sooner rather than later since heirs do not simply fall out of trees in her mind." Cynan gave a small laugh.

He shifted a little closer to Fallon, "you mentioned something curious. Lightbringers? I have not heard of them, are they another charity group that you work with?"

 

[Fallon Draellix-Kobitana]

Location: Geonosis
Objective: Deliver essential humanitarian supplies
Loadout: here
Tags: Cynan Obaith

Wearing this

A whole galaxy of men? Sounded like the rumours she had heard about her Aunt Isabella. She let out a barely restrained little giggle before regaining composure.

He was asking about lightbringers? This was where he ran a mile because of her faith then. She showed him her braclet that had a miniature Ashlan Rosary attached like a charm. "I'm Ashlan, Lightbringers are basically Jedi. With a slightly different code, but there is a remarkle amount of similarities.... we have a reputation for being a little more militant at times. But that can include militant humanitarianism I guess." she laughed and gestured around herself.