A Royal arrangement

[Priscilla Utorna]

As the Ambassador's ship exited hyperspace followed by closely by a freighter, a smile slowly creeped across Priscilla's face as she saw a flagship preparing to jump to hyperspace. As the ship's captain turned to her and said,

"Ma'am, shall we hail the planet?"

Paris waves her hand down at the pilot while shaking her hand.

"They already know that we'll be arriving shortly. At least I hope they do. Power to the deflector shields, I don't want getting caught up in this squabble the Alliance and the Confederacy are having. Hail the freighter and inform them we'll be arriving in the capital as fast as possible."

As the starships slowly encroached past the battlefield, they landed directly next to Palace before opening their communication links.

"Patch me through to Petrovska, we've got some business to attend to."

"Ah Petrovska, his Royal highness, what a pleasure it is to speak to you. I believe you've already been informed, but I've got some business to attend to with you. Hopefully the discussions will go as smoothly as possible."

As she exited the craft, walking towards the palace, she saw some of the destruction and devastation, the beauty of the tall skyscrapers and blue skyline, interrupted by a brief bombing of the planet was an outrageous scene to be seeing. She shook her head slowly, but still making a swift pace towards the royal building. As she entered, gold lined the palace, offering a start contrast between the exterior, filled with smoke polluting the atmosphere.

As she saw Petrovska, she bent down on one knee in an effort to show her gratitude to the King.

"His excellency, I represent the Pantoran Royal family and I hope the best for our discussions here."



[member="Petrovska Crystall"]

 

[Petrovska Crystall]

Petrovska had been walking the perimeter of the palace whilst the construction had begun on repairing his once beautiful palace. It had only been hours ago when the orbital strike had begun which had shattered his palace and Chrisophsis' military capability, but reconstruction did not hesitate once the Confederacy ships had routed from the scene. Now with the CIS destroyed Petrovska had been left with the task of rebuilding what had been destroyed on this day of infamy.

A young woman approached the Imperator, one of his own bodyguard personnel, "Sir, two vessels have entered Christophsis' orbit claiming to be a Pantoran royal delegation. Shall we respond," Under normal circumstances she would have asked to intercept them, but all planetary defense aircraft had been destroyed in the attack, "Yes, give them my regards to arriving right on time, despite the attack on Christophsisian sovereignity." The soldier gave a crisp forty five degree salute and returned to her station.

It did not take long before the Pantoran ships arrived, and so did the graceful [member="Priscilla Genesis"]. Pleased by the acknowledgement of power, Petrovska responded, "Miss Genesis, the Crystal Dynasty is honored by your presence, and grateful to be conversing with the royal family of Pantora." A elegantly designed land speeder approached the entrance of the palace, "Now please follow me to a more finished place to discuss, a vacation home I own in the downtown of our capital Chaleydonia, as you can see as we exit the palace." Petrovska led her and whatever companions the Pantoran brought to the land speeder, preparing for their journey to one of his many beautiful homes.

 

[John Ash]

Christophsis, an entire planet made of crystal. It was a dream come true for all of the poor people out there. But dreams were never real. The planet was not a peaceful place to live at. There was no way for the people who lived here to support themselves. They had to rely on trade and selling their planet away piece by piece just to survive. And as if that wasn't enough, the Confederacy of Independent Systems (or a group claiming to be at least) arrived with ships and then began to open fire without warning. No declaration of war, no break down of negotiations, no ounce of morals or ethics. The poor people of this planet had to deal with far too much recently.

It was for this reason that John found himself on the planet. Where there was conflict there was a chance to make credits for mercenaries and bounty hunters. There was a lack of troops after the brutality that had opened up from the heavens, so there likely was a need for some temporary help providing security. He hoped there was at least because he hated taking trips that didn't have some profit for him at the end of it. Ship fuel was not cheap after all and out in the outer rim it was even worse. So he came in on his Naboo fighter. Security was tight, understandably, so he had to send them some form of identification. He sent them one of his aliases and false code for the ship. "Sir Blackmoor from Naboo." Hopefully it worked because he hated giving out his real information, especially after that thief stole his identity for a bit.

[member="Petrovska Crystall"] [member="Priscilla Genesis"]

 

[Priscilla Utorna]

As the two were making their way to Petrovska's vacation home, Priscilla allows a smile to go across her face. As they approached the luxurious and dream-like homes, she started speaking.

"Guards, take notes. My father will be inquiring about this earlier."

She then turns to [member="Petrovska Crystall"] before beginning to speak.

"Well, Mr Petrovska. I have unfortunately mislead you in what I planned on discussing here. You see, my father was recently robbed of his parliamentary seat by the current President of Pantorna. Myself and my mother included, who represent an overwhelming majority of the people, looking for the re-instatement of my dynasty as the official head of state, rather than a puppet to the current government."

The guards eyes would go wide open, continuing to take notes.

"As a fellow royal yourself, you must know the struggle of appeasing a minority to keep power. Unfortunately, we refused to do this and the current government started a coup d'etat against us, forcing my father out of power. Luckily, the fools believe after the establishment of our Trading Council the peace would continue. They were wrong. I'm currently gathering support in all forms, millitary, economic funding, the likes. We've got countless volunteers from our home planet who wish to see my father put back in power, but are lacking the necessary equipment and political power that would be required for such a rebellion. The people are tired of the weakling currently in power, ensuring them false promises. It is time for a change, a radical one at that. Would you be willing to help us?"

As she said this, a serious tone would begin to develop in her voice. She would continue speaking, looking down to her gowns and back to the guards, who are still taking notes on the meeting.

"I should also inform you, the two guards I have brought with me are loyal to our cause, however I would not be surprised if I was under surveillance by the tyrannical regime back at home. I believe as we were exiting I spotted an individual who looked shifty, hopefully he is no longer following us." ([member="John Ash"])

 

[Petrovska Crystall]

Petrovska was mighty troubled hearing this. Whenever a monarchy fell, the echo reverberated across the galaxy. Even here on his own planet, rumors were going around of a rebellion against the monarchy, for their failure in maintaing a planetary defense force in orbit, and for the annihilation of the entire army in just minutes. Nevertheless, Petrovska was always willing to help other royalty in need, no matter the occasion,

"It pains me to hear of your father's and your family's troubles, I could not ever begin to understand how misgiving this is to you and the rest of your rightful family. As you know most of our military was destroyed in the attack by the Confederacy of Independent systems, leaving us all but defended. But monetarily and politically the Crystal Dynasty and the planet of Christophsis is fully behind your cause."

The land speeder arrived at his residence without pause. Quickly the metal door slid open to view a magnificent mansion, more eloquently decorated than any of the other real estate on the very wealthy street that it was built on. Technically Petrovska owned the entire neighborhood, but he turned many of the other houses into guest cabins, and the rest were borrowed by his relatives for living quarters and other influential people. Despite this the Imperator fancied that he owned just this mansion, making him seem more humble to the naked eye.

"Please come with me, inside my household we can talk without fear of being listened or comprimised."

When the party would enter guards, each fully armed and equipped, would line the entrance to the house, and once they had entered, man the perimeter.

[member="Priscilla Genesis"]
[member="John Ash"]

 

[Priscilla Utorna]

As the two entered she would dismiss the guards who were accompanying her and follow [member="Petrovska Crystall"] inside. The mansion was decorated with local relics and paintings, presumably famous, Priscilla wasn't updated on the happenings on this planet and thus couldn't comment on this 'art'. She nodded as he spoke, and came in agreement when they went inside.

"That's exactly what we need" she said, followed by a short pause. "We have many people who wish to see the establishment of my father again, and we simply need the weapons and the political prowess to do it; infact if we're lucky enough he may just assign my father as the Chancellor and enable him to re-establish the monarchy." She nodded at her own idea, smiling even as she realized just how clever that was. "Infact, if I had the support of other planets surrounding us, we may not even need revolution at all, he'll just give up."

"Perfection"

"But enough of that, tell me, how is the planet recovering after the attack? I know it only happened recently."

[member="John Ash"]

 

[John Ash]

It had nearly been an hour with no reply back from the planet's orbital fleet. The security around here was not on par with how they should be if it was taking them this long. Either they hadn't really noticed John and his fighter or they were scrambling to validate his code and ID. What should have been something that took a few minutes at most had gone well over that time. If this kept up then he was just going to fly down without permission. What were they going to do, open fire on him? They lost to the Confederacy instantly and had less resources now for their military. They couldn't stop him.

The verification finally came through as John was about to just fly past the larger ships. A male sounding voice said over his com system, " You are free to land Sir Blackmoor of Naboo. Proceed to land at landing pad 12." John confirmed as he flew down to the planet. The ruling body needed to get on top of things before someone showed up that was up to something bad. Criminals could take full advantage of the current state if they really wanted to. John almost hoped that would happen because then he would have plenty of work, but knew it wasn't likely to happen and didn't particularly want it to. So he just flew down to the landing pad 12 that he was informed to dock at. He jumped out of his ship after it was powered down. He locked its cockpit as he walked away towards the populated center. Time to see what work he could find on this devastated planet.

[member="Priscilla Genesis"] [member="Petrovska Crystall"]