Faction A Time For Learning [FO/GA]

[Resurgent Narrative]

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Years ago a meeting like this would have been impossible, treasonous even. The idea that the First Order and the Galactic Alliance could meet without a single shot having been fired. Not that they hadn't, there had been accords made in the past but they were so easily broken by one side or the other. Ariel Yvarro was quite aware that this was out of the ordinary for them, as a people and as a nation. The First Order that is meeting with the Galactic Alliance. The Great Galactic War ultimately killed them both and as the First Order rebuilt themselves and slowly began to regain their footing. ​

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Ariel realized that the perception on who the First Order had been remained as strong as ever. She realized that they would have to change and not just change but prove it. Show the galaxy that they could be better than they were. They owed that much to themselves and to their citizens at the very least to try. If they did not make the attempt then could they even call themselves Imperials? ​

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After the relatively positive meeting with Chancellor Tagge, Moff Yvarro inquired of an extended meeting at another time. A meeting where further representatives of the two nations could meet. It would be agreed to that the meeting would not only happen but would happen once more on Coruscant. Upon her return to Dosuun, Ariel informed the Moff Council of her private meeting with Chancellor Tagge and the opportunity to speak further with the Galactic Alliance.​

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There had been an uneasiness at first, and understandably so. The two nations’ shared history wasn’t one of peace and tranquility. Far from it in fact, it was one of war and anger. Eventually, someone broke the silence and gave something of a yes. For, if the First Order was going to prove that they were committed to change then they would have to make those first steps. Sometimes - the first steps were the most frightening of all to take. It meant that one would have to grow. Not change, no, change was, and is inevitable but growth? Now that was a sign of the strength of a nation's character. Ariel knew that her cousin often hated how the Galactic Alliance and indeed many in the galaxy thought of the First Order.​

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Like they were the fascist dogs that their predecessors and namesake had been.​

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Now. Now, this would be their opportunity to truly show them that they could break free of their own chains. They could light the way for a new meaning to the word Imperial. It was all just a possibility, but one that Ariel felt was perhaps the most hopeful of them all. ​

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The trip would mostly be aboard the FIV Concordia, and accompanying both Moff Yvarro and Westaway would be Dr. Derzelas of the First Imperial Medical Services, and two of the First Imperial Knights, Matma Bernu and Otzdrava Velexia. The initial purpose of this meeting would be to discuss a hyperlane, one that would connect the First Order’s capital to the Starbird Trade Spine. Provided, of course, the Confederacy’s expansion didn’t stamp out the imperial nation’s progress and want for interaction with the galaxy at-large.​

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Once at the edge of Galactic Alliance space, the team would disembark the Concordia on the command shuttle FIV Evnomia. Coruscant had come a long way from its days of darkness, and devastation. In some parts, Coruscant and Dosuun had that in common as of late. ​

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First Order: Matma Bernu | Otzdrava Velexia | Renata Westaway | Ariel Yvarro | Fevris Derzelas
Galactic Alliance: Carolina Tevinter | Seto du Couteau | Dracken Pryce [or any of your alts, tbh], Emmen Tagge ​

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[Dracken Pryce]

The First Order...He had been at Fondor en route to Coruscant when his fleet was pulled out of hyperspace by their interdictors in the system. They'd decimated the fleet there and helped the Sith push the Galactic Alliance military from dozens of sectors and helped institute martial law over even more numerous systems. Corellia had fallen squarely in the Sith Mandated territories but while he was on the run with the Alliance in Exile he'd heard tales of the worlds that suffered under the First Order. So why was he here when he had a war to fight on the Braxant Run? Of course, the war front didn't necessarily need him in person. The 3rd Sector Group could manage well on its own with its collection of war-tested commanders, admirals, and marines.

It just made his blood boil that Emmen had even considered this meeting. What was he thinking? He knew Emmen was a good and just man but it boggled the mind that, if rumors were to be believed, he had met with them behind the Senate's back...For THIS. As he walked the now cleared halls of the starport, flanked by a pair of white and red-clad marines from Coruscant's garrison, he found himself amused that the man called himself a Populist considering how many times rumors like this had popped up. The second time and they weren't even two years into his reign as Chancellor. If he was being honest with himself though, he agreed with the man's sentiment towards the New Imperial Order, despite his better judgment when it came to thoughts of secret meetings with Galactic Leaders.

He reminded himself that those worries were well above his paygrade, he reminded himself as he watched the all too familiar dark shuttle come in for its final approach at its designated hangar.

"I really hate politics," he muttered just loud enough for the marine Commander beside him to hear.

"We do too, sir. Get our fair share of it on Coruscant though." Pryce grunted at this. The others should have been arriving shortly with their own escorts, but Pryce wanted to greet the delegation in person as over-head of security for this as well as the Navy liason. He still thought this was the worst mission he'd ever been assigned.

First Order: Matma Bernu Otzdrava Velexia Renata Westaway Ariel Yvarro Fevris Derzelas
Galactic Alliance: Carolina Tevinter Seto du Couteau

 

[Fevris Derzelas]

Tagging FO: Ariel Yvarro ~ Renata Westaway ~ Matma Bernu ~ Otzdrava Velexia
Tagging GA: Dracken Pryce ~ Carolina Tevinter ~ Seto du Couteau ~ Emmen Tagge

The past had always haunted the present. Such was the way of life and history, one was judged not only by their actions but by rumors, and interpretations and a myriad of other banal, menial things so long as there was someone to pick them up and make an opinion out of them. Of course, the past First Order's reputation had been warranted. But no matter how strongly it carried on into the present, the past First Order was no more. It was their responsibility, under the guidance of the Moff Council, to rebuild it and with it, its new reputation. For just as the past haunted the present, the present shaped the future. And it was now, as they began to grow and regain their footing, that these efforts would hold the greatest value.

Habit was a mighty foe, and so Fevris could not easily shake the impression that this meeting was bound to be too tense for comfort. The past between the Galactic Alliance and the First Order was anything but amiable and grudges like that were not easily unhanded. But one of the very few things the Doctor trusted besides herself were the competence and judgement of the Moff Council, and so her skepticism was pushed aside to make way for an open mind and a determination to do right by the empire and honor its goals as it began building itself in the image of something new.

As the FIV Evnomia began its final descent towards Coruscant, the Doctor took the moment to gaze upon the ecumenopolis with curiosity. Like many other planets as the galaxy continued its endless wars, Coruscant had known peril. However, by the looks of it it still managed to stand strong. Used to the clear skies of Dosuun, where air lanes were far more regulated and most transport was by land, being met with the crowded landscape that was Coruscant was a sight to see. Soon they would be disembarking, and then they would all know how easy or hard conducting this meeting would be. For now, she could only hope for the former.

Once the shuttle had safely landed in its hangar and the gate and ramp were ready to allow their exit, Fevris walked alongside the entourage that followed Moffs Yvarro and Westaway. It did not take long for her eyes to find one of the representatives for the Alliance already waiting for them, if her perusing and studying as she prepared for the meeting was correct, the man was High Admiral Dracken Pryce. For the time being she remained silent, allowing the Moffs to have the first word and conduct the introductions, should these be needed.

 

[Renata Westaway]

Elin Morris was a cheerful, mousy little woman. She had an air of perpetual youth even though she was in her thirties. She was short, not especially attractive, but an absolute joy to be around. Her humor was surpassed only by her willingness to help. With great respect to Frieda St. George, Elin Morris was the best employee that Renata had the privilege of working with, and over the course of working together Elin and Renata had become close friends. She met Elin's husband and children, was present at her birthday parties, they had taken vacations together, been in the same book club, joined the same holoball office pool.

Renata examined a photo of the two of them together on her datapad, at some function or another, both in eveningwear, both red-faced and slightly drunk.

When she was murdered by the Galactic Alliance at Kaeshana, it devastated Renata. Elin had gone there on Renata's orders, to survey locations for an ecological recovery for the planet that the Galactic Alliance and their allies in the dark-sided cultists had left to its own devices for years. They had only shown an interest in it when the First Order stepped in to help. Children with toys they didn't want to share. Pettiness on a grand scale — a contradiction in terms, to be sure, but fitting for the kind of jealousy that had resulted in one of the most catastrophic and destructive conflicts in living memory.

Renata gave one last look at the picture on her datapad. It had been one of the last times she had seen Elin. And now she was going to meet people who bore the same name as her killer. "I hate politics," she muttered under her breath. Frieda made an inquisitive noise, but Renata didn't respond, so her aide returned to her work.

Renata thought of Elin a lot while buried under the ruins of Avalonia, and even more when she became part of the First Order government. But her thoughts had dwelled on Elin nearly constantly since Moff Yvarro had announced yet another secret mission, this time with the Galactic Alliance. Once her initial irritation had dissolved, it had been replaced with unease at the idea of meeting with the heirs of Elin Morris' murders. She was sure that members of the Alliance — those who, like Renata, had been part of the predecessor government in the conflict — had similar emotions. But the more she thought about it, the more Renata realized that it was counter-productive to visit the sins of the father on the child. Sieger Ren was gone, and so was Jaius Sovv, who had been convicted of war crimes surrounding the destruction of Kuragin Station.

The Galactic Alliance-First Order war that had begun on Kaeshana had spilled enough blood to water a thousand worlds' crops. Whether both sides could move past their shared history and look to the future would determine whether there would be more blood. Renata had failed to put Elin Morris out of her mind, but her children joined her there. Perhaps if the old Galactic Alliance and First Order had come to an understanding over Kaeshana — maybe with a meeting like this — their mother would still be alive. Perhaps a conversation today would keep them alive and safe. And that would have to be enough.

Anyway, they had bigger fish to fry than re-litigating the last war. The purple curtain was a threat to all of them.

So Renata disembarked the shuttle with an open heart and an open mind. For Elin. For her children. For the rest of the First Order, and for the Galactic Alliance too. Their children had suffered as much as the First Order's — probably more. War was hell, and they had a chance here not to prevent it, but to make it less likely. With that being established, Renata thought she'd be damned if she was going to let anyone rewrite the history books; the First Order had won the war, and decisively, for which the galaxy had never forgiven them. But it was the Galactic Alliance that had instigated the war, and the mere presence of scary-looking stormtrooper armor on the other side did not wash their hands clean of the blood spilled. Renata was prepared to move forward if they were, but she had no intention of groveling, so she sincerely hoped that Ariel Yvarro hadn't set the wrong expectations with their counterparts.

Moff Westaway offered Fevris Derzelas a reassuring smile and Ariel Yvarro a firm nod as they approached the naval liaison. "High Admiral," she said pleasantly, extending a manicured hand, her face bearing a genuine smile that reached her one good eye. "How do you do? I'm Renata Westaway. May I present my colleagues, Moff Yvarro and Doctor Derzelas?"

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First Order: Matma Bernu | Otzdrava Velexia | Renata Westaway | Ariel Yvarro | Fevris Derzelas
Galactic Alliance: Carolina Tevinter | Seto du Couteau | Dracken Pryce Emmen Tagge ​

 

[Matma Bernu]

(Now Playing)

I had been mediating and reviewing the briefings for much of the trip on the FIV Concordia. I usually chafed at such uses of my time, but recent events made it painfully aware that I needed to be more open to using the Force- accepting it as it was, versus how I wanted it to be. The universe was full of strange and dangerous things; a soldier can only do so much. A Knight, on occasion, was needed to hold the line. And I needed to strengthen my connection to the Force to hold that line.

And, also I want to get promoted. I am definitely the oldest Novice. But that's neither here nor there.

Moff Yvarro had her work cut out for her- the Alliance wouldn't soon forget the blows the Order dealt them in the Galactic War. The politicians would probably be more eager to extract their pound of flesh for past grievances then try to negotiate hyperspace routes in good faith.

I was confident in the Moff, though. She routed the Ssi-Ruuk, dismantled the Hegemony, and rebuilt the First Order with pure force of will. In comparison, convincing the politicians that they were bringing something to their constituents (for a change) wouldn't be nearly as insurmountable. And honestly, everybody in this galaxy needs friends. Peace, unfortunately, was not the natural state of things. I can name a number of the major galactic powers either embroiled in a conflict right now, or smacking their lips, waiting for their neighbors to expose their vulnerable underbelly.

I was startled out of my thoughts by an announcement that we were entering the Coruscant airspace. Double checking my armor, and clasping my lightsaber onto my belt, I took a glance out of my viewport as we swiftly descended, getting my first look at the legendary city.

Coruscant is something else. A city that never sleeps.

As the FIV Evonmia docked, I took my space behind Moff Yvarro, Moff Westaway, and Dr. Derzelas. As our entourage disembarked, we were met by a military official, flanked by a cadre of GA Marines. None of the other dignitaries had apparently saw fit to meet our delegation.

Quickly schooling the disdainful sneer on my face into an utter blank look, I eyed the hanger surreptitiously, as we waited for the other politicians to arrive.





First Order: Otzdrava Velexia | Renata Westaway | Ariel Yvarro | Fevris Derzelas
Galactic Alliance: Carolina Tevinter | Seto du Couteau | Dracken Pryce Emmen Tagge

 

[Otzdrava Velexia]

What was it that these people felt? Labeling it as unease was much too undefined, vaguely and hardly touching base with the nuances tied so firmly to their demeanor. Something about it shared the same insecurity as weakness - like an unsteady hand cautiously reaching forward to grasp the palm of someone akin to a stranger. Silence hushed Otzdrava's tongue as she observed her peers and the personnel assigned to greet them upon landing, her face concealed behind the expressionless reflection of a helmet which aptly encapsulated the entirety of her existence; cold, blank, without the slightest inkling of empathy or having any semblance of rapport among those of common duty or purpose.

While it was true that her presence here was little more than a fly on the wall, Otzdrava understood the context of this arrangement and the possible negative actions that the predicament could give birth to; all of them fraught with an unsavory aftermath undesirable by any and all, both present and distant. But yet there was something unmoved within the Knightess, instead replaced with an almost sadistic daydream, entertaining the concept of a shattering - a complete diplomatic failure. Not for the sake of wishing strife upon anyone, but to dissect the suffering brought about; and as a result, possibly coming to an understanding of the pain that others felt.

Until then, Otzdrava would stand idly by and do as she was ordered. There was no hatred within her heart or mind, no precedent linking anything ill wished upon The Galactic Alliance in its current iteration. Her existence would be likened to a shadow gracefully tagging along the figures of the Moff(s) without uttering so much as a breath unless directed to act otherwise.

Hands neatly folded behind the small of her back, Knightess Velexia stood upright and firm.

First Order - Renata Westaway | Ariel Yvarro | Fevris Derzelas | Matma Bernu
Galactic Alliance - Carolina Tevinter | Dracken Pryce | Seto du Couteau | Emmen Tagge

 

[Seto du Couteau]

Seto Du Coutaeu
Location: Landing Pad, Coruscant
Action: Waiting, remaining unassuming
Attire

The preparations for this meeting between the Alliance and the First Order had been quickly completed. Seto himself sat comfortable, his eyes glancing around the soldiers present, he had denied the request for his own security. Even pushed the idea of bringing minimal security along, but given who they were meeting that notion fell through. Was worth a shot, Seto mused to himself as he kept a hand on his data-slate, his other hand quickly scrolling through page after page of trade negotiations.

Memories were surfacing and Seto attempted to block out as many as he could by drowning himself with work. The whole notion of him being here though forced him to recognize certain aspects of his past though, and the burning sensation in his palm never ceased.

Eyes clenched tightly, as his hand abandoned the data-slate in favor of running his fingers through his hair. He was never the one to let emotions get the better of him, let alone show such action in public but he worried; Not for himself, but for the others. He had promised himself to never allow such darkness loom over them, dark clouds he believed he could wave his hand and they all disappear.

The shuttle landed and opened its doors, this snapped Seto back into focus on their diplomatic mission. Setting aside his data-slate, he moved over to the rest of the welcome party. He stood slightly behind the rest of the Alliance representatives, as he wished to be seen less for the moment. The good Admiral Pryce can probably handle all the welcome formalities, in Seto’s opinion Military Representatives deserve some spotlight in diplomatic talks. Else, how else do we pursue and ensure peace after a battle won?

He of course understood how undesirable such a task like 'delegation' and 'diplomatic talks' were to Military Personal, even among the higher ranked officers. Seto enjoyed watching such annoyances from others, perhaps his Sabaac playing days weren't that far behind him as he had once thought.

Oh, they brought along Force users. . .

Keeping his own Force nature as close to minimal around him, Seto had no interest in agitating the other Force Users, his eyes glanced from one person to the next that stepped off the shuttle. Perhaps it’s in my nature to be Imperial, Seto mused as he scanned the rather impressive looking armoured figure, then focusing on the First Order representatives.

Perhaps not.
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Alliance: | Carolina Tevinter | Dracken Pryce | Emmen Tagge |
First Order: | Renata Westaway | Ariel Yvarro | Fevris Derzelas | Matma Bernu | Otzdrava Velexia |

 

[Carolina Tevinter]

Carolina Tevinter stood alongside her colleagues. Standing behind her were two members of her secret service, dressed in the blue uniforms that typified the government types from the Azure System.

She glanced at Senator Seto Du Couteau, and then, Commander Dracken Pryce, none of the delegation on the Galactic Alliance side of things looked particularly enthused with the visit.

This meeting had been arranged by Chancellor Emmen Tagge to discuss a partnership between the Galactic Alliance and the First Order of Dosuun. The Confederacy of Independent Systems had a stranglehold over hyperlanes leading away from the Core to the trailing sectors of the Outer Rim. To get around this, especially after the Violet Curtain fell, the federal government decided to trailblaze a new hyperlane – the Starbird Trade Spine project, but now, even that was in jeopardy.

“Bzzzt. the First Order inbound, entering atmosphere now.” Said a staticky male voice in hear ear.

Carolina Tevinter reached for her ear and clicked off the comlink. First, the Galactic Alliance formed an alliance with the Imperial Rebels of Nirauan, and now here were the First Order of Dosuun. Things were moving fast.

The Confederacy of Independent Systems had offered the Galactic Alliance a deal – they would transfer the Atrisian and Abregado sectors in exchange for a peace agreement and mutual defense pact. What a headache. The Confederacy was with one hand encroaching on the Starbird Trade Spine, monopolizing their access to the spinward sectors of the Outer Rim, and on the other hand offering them a peace agreement, permitting them access to those same sectors. She subconsciously searched for a Chandrilan Cigarra, forgetting for a moment she didn’t smoke anymore.

Where did the First Order of Dosuun fit in all this. She noticed a black speck in the horizon, it drew closer and closer, until it took on the recognizable shape of a shuttle.

Carolina wondered if there was hope in repairing the relationship between the Galactic Alliance and this First Order. They had committed some of the worst atrocities for some of the most frivolous reasons. Carolina caught herself – she took a deep breath. No use humoring those contemptuous thoughts. Ultimately, this was a Galaxy filled with monsters. People could change, even monstrous people. The question was were they willing to change, because that would come with substantial commitments to demonstrate how serious they were.

The Confederacy of Independent System was the most pressing threat to the Galactic Alliances’ interests in the Galactic South, but Carolina didn’t believe they were so desperate they would need to overlook sentient right abuses and past wrongdoings.

She glanced at the Empress Teta Senator. He was a little thing. He once served the Core Imperial Confederation though, a regime which revived humanocentrism in the Core Worlds. Here he was now, rehabilitated — now a shill for corporate interests. Damnit. She really needed a smoke right now - she was in a mood. She turned her attention to the dark shuttle as it landed inside the hangar bay.

She watched as the imperial entourage stepped down from the shuttle. Carolina presented a gentle smile as the First Order approached the Galactic Alliance delegation. She was here to represent the Federal Bloc of the Galactic Senate. They shared a commitment toward increased cooperation between system governments, and here, there could be an opportunity for mutual gain.

Galactic Alliance: | Carolina Tevinter | Dracken Pryce | Emmen Tagge | Seto du Couteau
First Order: | Ariel Yvarro | Fevris Derzelas | Matma Bernu | Otzdrava Velexia | Renata Westaway

 

[Ariel Yvarro]

C O R U S C A N T​

Galactic Alliance: Carolina Tevinter | Dracken Pryce | Seto du Couteau | Emmen Tagge
First Order: Renata Westaway | Fevris Derzelas | Matma Bernu | Otzdrava Velexia

Ariel remembered the Great Galactic War, she remembered the Galactic Alliance's opening move was to shell the positions of the First Order's humanitarian workers. All for the sake of their dark side friends within the Tygaran Alliance and Firemane. She also remembered that the First Order wasn't without sin, and indeed who could be without such sin. They lived in a galaxy that was built on the backs of war and death, and in the end, both the First Order and the Galactic Alliance collapsed from the war.

"Well met, High Admiral Pryce, isn't it?" At least she was hoping it was otherwise she read all the wrong notes on the way over. "I am Moff Ariel Yvarro, and I appreciate the time being taken to meet with us." Tense was an understatement, there could be no wrong moves here not today. They had a goal to achieve and at the current moment, they were unable to achieve that, the Confederacy blocked their path to any advanced trade beyond their own realm. Today they would seek to mend that - or at least have some aid with it, and if not then they would do as they had - and go on alone. "In addition to Dr. Derzelas, might I also present our knights, Bernu and Velexia." She gestured to them individually and looked over at the two Senators and the personal guards that may have been brought along as well.

The Moff wondered if the Chancellor would make it to the meeting, he was pleasant to speak with in the past as far as she could recall. "I had the pleasure of speaking with Chancellor Tagge to set this meeting up, it is our hope that we can achieve two things today. First and foremost to..." Ariel searched the words to say, "mend old wounds." They arrived quickly and for that the young woman was grateful, she offered a genuine smile. "The second would be to find a way around the violet curtain."

"Is there perchance a place where we can sit and discuss?" They could stand out here but she doubted that would make the situation any more comfortable. After all, it was the First Order who were out in the elements, completely exposed - vulnerable. Here they had arrived all the way from Dosuun, the long way - avoiding the Confederacy altogether. Just to meet in person, not over a hologram, or any other impersonal touch or call. They arrived to meet, face to face, without an army, a navy - just a shuttle and a few people. They were in a sense, at the mercy of the Galactic Alliance, and so even if the Chancellor could not attend.

Ariel had hoped that those before her would keep in mind the great risk the First Order as small as they are now, had taken to come here on this day. Away from Dosuun and away from the safety of the Unknown Regions.

 

[Dracken Pryce]

The cadre of First Order messengers disembarked wearing less black than he remembered. His eye caught the sneer of contempt on one of the men walking behind the delegation. He thought about returning the gesture but thought better of it when he saw the lightsaber hanging from his belt. His eyes narrowed suspiciously for a moment before he returned the greetings. He tried to sound more upbeat but his tendency to be stiff and all-business when in uniform along with his anxiety about this entire situation won out in the end.

"Dr. Westaway, Dr. Derzelas, Moff Yvaro," he said, his voice coming out more like a protocol droid than a person, "Its good you made it. We have a convoy waiting for us around the corner." He cleared his throat and looked to the Alliance delegation. "With me today are the Senators Tevinter of the Azure Sector and Du Coutaeu of Empress Teta. Please follow me." All business, Pryce turned on his heel and began leading the way from the private docking bay to the convoy of speeders with a Carrack waiting for the delegation.

"I trust your journey here was safe?" he said over his shoulder as the approached the convoy.

Ariel Yvarro Renata Westaway Fevris Derzelas Matma Bernu Otzdrava Velexia
Carolina Tevinter Seto du Couteau

 

[Matma Bernu]

Idle chatter faded to the back of my mind as I scrutinized the arriving senators as we migrated to the speeder.

The first, Senator Tevinter, I recognized from the dossier. Prime Minister and Senator of the Azure Nation. Likely representing the interests of the GA's Federal Voting Bloc.

What was more intriguing was Seto du Couteau . Well, not his dossier. For a fleeting moment, I could have sworn I felt a Force presence emanating from the Senator. I was expecting guards. Hells, I was even expecting Jedi if the Moff was going to negotiate with the Chancellor. Not a Force-sensitive Senator.

I relaxed as a thought crossed my mind- I've read the man's dossier. What's the chances that a man like him has lived his life as a Force-Sensitive and successfully hidden it?

I maintained a respectable distance from my charges as we continued along our way, walking side by side with Knightress Velexia.


First Order: Otzdrava Velexia | Renata Westaway | Ariel Yvarro | Fevris Derzelas
Galactic Alliance: Carolina Tevinter | Seto du Couteau | Dracken Pryce Emmen Tagge

 

[Relan Dredec]

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They mighta pinched him, and he might've woken up.

But here he was, pulling security for-

The First Order.

He never got the name, personally. They weren't the first, or the last, and were more or less an Empire, right? Relan shook his head, and focused on the task at hand. To say that Relan was an expert about Coruscant was an understatement- he practically was the Coruscanti man about town.

Relan was dressed rather casually, a black jacket with a mask. He spoke into a radio, confirming to the convoy that the delegation was arriving. The Alliance members all began to prepare for their departure, each man diligently performing their assigned tasks. Each prospective threat to security was taken into account- and there was no shortage of people on Coruscant who didn't want to take a crack at the Alliance, but moreso than anything- likely the First Order. From one Empire, government to the next- it seemed that the denizens of Coruscant were getting more and more restless with each changing of the (literal) guard.

Relan was still on Coruscant, undercover when Mustafar was going on.

He heard it wasn't pretty.

It's why the fact that he knew that the First Order people were armed made him nervous.

Relan adjusted the face mask he was wearing, giving a crisp nod to Dracken Pryce as he approached, before turning to make sure the convoy was set to leave, but not removing either hand from his rifle. Relan was determined to have the delegation get here, talk, eat biscuits or whatever they were doing, and then leave peacefully, without incident, and without them even as so much really noticing the security team. The best security was the kind you knew was there, but never in sight, and never needed.

He hoped today was fruitful, he hoped today was great, and, he hoped it went smoothly and quickly-

After all, there were Zeltrons to be danced with at the end of the day when the sun went down.

Pink skin never looked so good under artificial light...

Matma Bernu l Ariel Yvarro l Carolina Tevinter l Seto du Couteau l Otzdrava Velexia l Renata Westaway l Fevris Derzelas l

 

[Fevris Derzelas]

Tagging FO: Ariel Yvarro ~ Renata Westaway ~ Matma Bernu ~ Otzdrava Velexia
Tagging GA: Dracken Pryce ~ Carolina Tevinter ~ Seto du Couteau ~ Emmen Tagge ~ Relan Dredec

Fevris had always been observant and perceptive, and throughout the years she had learned to use these gifts with mastered subtlety. Her dark blue eyes scanned through the Alliance's senators and representatives as they walked forward to say the required hellos, make the requires acquaintances and allow them to press on with the purpose of this visit.

"Senators, High Admiral, a pleasure to meet you." Her gaze glided from Senators Tevinter and Du Couteau to High Admiral Pryce while she addressed them. There was another man, whom she assumed was there for the same reason that Knight Bernu and Knightess Velexia were, to him she offered a slight nod.

She returned to her silence as Moff Yvarro spoke, paying attention to the woman's words. As they walked behind the High Admiral towards the convoy, Fevris adjusted the jacket of her black suit, a small pin of the First Imperial Medical Services' insignia neatly placed on the left lapel. Although the neutrality of her expression did not betray a single thought that wandered through her head, she was very curious as to how this meeting would develop. There was an objective to be discussed and a common...issue to be shared, but in her opinion that seemed to pale a bit in comparison to past grievances. Hopefully she would be wrong.

"The trip was long but luckily uneventful, High Admiral. Thank you for asking." Her voice, much like her expression, was polite and with no remarkable emotion, modulated and with a tone that spoke of professionalism.

Having to skirt the borders of the Confederacy had added a handful of hours to their journey, and this was exactly what brought them here today. The Doctor, owner of an enterprise she aspired to see grow alongside and in support of the First Order, could very well benefit from ease of access to the inner rim and core regions. She had no doubt there were questions, ideas and assumptions brewing in the minds of those present, but they were best kept for when they arrived to their final destination on Coruscant.

For the time being, she remained close to the Moffs as they entered the reuplsorcraft.

 

[Renata Westaway]

Renata smiled politely as the niceties were observed. When the delegation was led towards the speeders, Renata allowed her head to take a swivel. How different this place was from Avalonia, where the sight of a speeder in the air was a rarity, and usually a portend of some kind of crisis: ambulances, police vehicles, and other emergency responders were typically the only vehicles that were allowed to take to the skies. Even Renata herself, in a reasonably high position of authority, spent most of her time on the ground.

Coruscant was another thing entirely.

"Yes, it was quite long," said Renata, her cool tone underlining the reason for their visit. The implications of the Confederacy's purple curtain proved to be an inconvenience, but it would mean a lot worse for businesses who had to find ways around it or pay the extortionate tariffs. "Thank you so much for the hospitality," she told Pryce pleasantly as she climbed into the indicated vehicle. She settled in and once again turned her attention to the cityscape while everyone else was getting situated.

"I can't imagine the logistics of providing for a city of this scope," Renata said breathlessly. It was meant to be complimentary, but it was also true. "I specialize in city planning, but still... the needs of over a trillion beings. How does one even begin?"

 

[Otzdrava Velexia]

There was nothing to add to, or converse about in this moment. At least nothing that rang as significant in Velexia's mind; what were the Galactic Alliance to her? There was a reason she decided to not pursue a career within the political spectrum of the government body she served, for her judgement would be something most might consider hardly ethical or moral; not for the sake of being sadistic or instilling fear, but simply because Velexia had a difficult time viewing the lives of others as worthwhile, or even trusting the words of another at face value. Only survival mattered.

Reserved, observant, calculating, Velexia sought weaknesses in others and in all things; even those sharing the same profession as herself. Upon tailing the Moffs and other attending First Order bodies into the shuttle, the Knightess found herself standing nearby the craft's viewport, her silent helmeted gaze staring with contempt upon Coruscant as she was suddenly reminded of her rather unfortunate, undesirable past.

Countless days and nights beneath this hellscape, sweating until collapse; sleeping in filth, only being able to eat once per day. Phantom aches along with a tinge of anger surged throughout Velexia's bones as her presence in the Force flared momentarily before she was able to bring it back under control. She understood what it meant if she could not adhere to the directives of the First Order.

She understood what it meant to be controlled.

First Order - Renata Westaway | Ariel Yvarro | Matma Bernu | Fevris Derzelas
Galactic Alliance - Dracken Pryce | Seto du Couteau | Emmen Tagge | Carolina Tevinter | Relan Dredec

 

[Seto du Couteau]

Seto Du Coutaeu
Location: Carrack, Coruscant
Action: Waiting, remaining extra unassuming
Attire

Seto listened intently, the voice of the Moff held a regalness familiar to him, even after all that time had passed. His eyes shifted to the mention of the two Knights both important enough to be named Or if not to be rude. With a single glance Seto kept to himself as he nodded his head once at the mention of his name. A cheshire smile broke his neutral expression before his lips returned to a thin line, he turned his attention to the next voice belonging to the Doctor. The three vocal diplomats from the First Order agreed to follow the Admiral towards their transportation, Seto positioning himself to have Senator Tevinter between him and the First Order group.

He hadn’t the audacity to assume the conversation himself, in fact he had chosen to come as to avoid any talks of laziness on his part as a senator. The secondary reason though fell towards the side of caution, with the news of the First Order rising it had behooved him to take notice. Especially if the Galactic Alliance itself is taking notice. Seto continued to portray a rather aloof smile, softly stretching the corners of his lips as he walked with everyone towards their transport.

With a quick glance around the others, Seto boarded the Carrack and quickly found himself towards a seat to better keep himself from the First Order delegation. He trusted Senator Tevinter to bring about the discussion points of peace and such, trust in beneficial cooperation along with the good Admiral representing the Alliance Military’s perspective as a form of defensive pact. Seto intended to focus on how this First Order choses to represent themselves here, how they have changed and if any action on his part was needed to protect his-

Seto caught himself before he finished a passionate thought, while he doubted him being Force Sensitive was a secret to anyone, the Imperial Knights appeared steady in their resolve in protecting the First Order repenstives.

I’ll keep myself relaxed as if it was the Sabacc table.
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Alliance: | Carolina Tevinter | Dracken Pryce | Emmen Tagge |

First Order: | Renata Westaway | Ariel Yvarro | Fevris Derzelas | Matma Bernu | Otzdrava Velexia |

 

[Zahara Myneto]

W A R _ I S _ H E L L

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// LOCATION //: Carrack Repulsorcraft, Courscant
// GALACTIC ALLIANCE //: Dracken Pryce Carolina Tevinter Emmen Tagge
// FIRST ORDER //: Ariel Yvarro | Renata Westaway | Fevris Derzelas | Otzdrava Velexia

Admiral Lord Zahara Myneto stood silently behind the crew operating the repulsorcraft, tugging at his dress uniform slightly and cursing under his breath. "Sir, you okay?" The pilot was the first to question the mans comfortability, while the engineer who sat next to her looked at Zahara with empathy.

"More or less. I suppose it's been a while since I've had to...dress out" He referenced to the ongoing conflicts with the Sith Empire and Byrn'dual. "War is hell, no matter how much we pray we never enter that dreaded place, some of us still go" The Engineer spoke at last, his reminiscent of his homeworld Ryloth.

"Preach" he turned away from the cockpit, bending slightly to allow his tall frame to fit through the doorway. He smiled widely as he heard the Moff Westaway's statement on Courscant's population.

"Neither do I. It's the most crowded, yet most beautiful world I've ever been on" He turned to greet the diplomats from the First Order, giving a quick salute to Dracken Pryce before speaking once again. "Please allow me to introduce myself, I am Admiral Zahara Myneto of Balmorra. I am pleased to meet all of you".

He kept his smile, directing it at the two Senators as a sign of greeting. The hard part, the introduction, was over at his end, at least.

 

[Ariel Yvarro]

C O R U S C A N T​

Galactic Alliance: Carolina Tevinter | Dracken Pryce | Seto du Couteau | Emmen Tagge | Zahara Myneto | Relan Dredec
First Order: Renata Westaway | Fevris Derzelas | Matma Bernu | Otzdrava Velexia

Ariel couldn't have said it any better than Renata, their trip was - long. Long but the hope for a fruitful conversation would prove it worthwhile. The added members of the military and security didn't bother the young Moff any. Instead, she took the opportunity to survey Coruscant as they traversed the skies of the ecumenopolis. Something that the older Moff had told Ariel about, that an ecumenopolis would be something to be aware of when it came to their own policies. The needs of a place like this felt tremendous even from here.

Eventually, the delegation and their hosts arrived at their designated conference room. Security once more gave pause for Ariel to feel somewhat at ease and safe, although the sight of Knights Velexia and Bernu were enough for that. Once everyone had been seated and silence had taken over the room. Moff Yvarro seated at on one side of the table opposite of her Galactic Alliance peers addressed them. "Thank you again for hosting us, I realize and understand the uneasiness of this meeting. Our primary goal for this meeting is to have a fruitful conversation regarding the future. Our past need not be the road we embark on, in this iteration of our nations."

She paused a moment and took a deep breath, gathering her words, Ariel exhaled.

"The nation that you knew before, is not the nation you see before you, indeed the representatives here have survived the onslaught of the Ssi-Ruuvi, have escaped the terrors of the Heretical Conflict over Csilla, and have worked to rebuild the First Order. Not, as the First Order that the galaxy infamously recalls, but a First Order that can stand for peace - through diplomacy, not war." Although, in the back of Ariel's mind she knew that if push came to shove they would respond. "It is not to say that we will not stand up for ourselves, or anyone in the Unknown Regions, should they reach out to us."

"I am not hoping for any sort of friendship out of these talks, what I am hoping for is the beginning of a positive relationship between the Galactic Alliance and the First Order."

With that, Ariel gave a nod to her colleagues ceding the floor to them should they wish to speak their minds and what they are hoping to have out of this meeting between the two nations.

 

[Matma Bernu]

As we arrived in the conference room, I took my place behind the First Order representatives, standing upright near the wall. I stood impassively, as the Galactic Alliance politicians and military personnel streamed into the room, taking their seats. Pryce was joined by somebody I recognized from our briefing as Admiral Lord Zahara Myneto of Balmorra. I sized up the security team as they took up positions in the conference room. They were quiet, professional, and if first impressions were everything- quite deadly. Worst came to worst, I'm glad I wasn't providing security to Moff Yvarro, Moff Westaway, and Dr. Derzelas alone. Although was my first time formally working with Knightress Velexia, I had heard tales of her combat prowess on Mephout. At alone put me at ease.

When everybody got situated, Moff Yvarro took point in opening negotiations.

I listened attentively, nodding along at some points, and a "hear hear" turned into a cough when she mentioned the Heretical Conflict. I was surprised that the Moff even deigned to go that deeply into my personal history, but I understood the larger point she was making. This First Order was not the First Order of old. We weren't a bunch of xenophobic, jackbooted thugs. This First Order was built of more meritocratic, just, and egalitarian principles. We were representatives of what the First Order stood for now.

'So far, so good', I thought as my eyes continuously scanned the room.

Galactic Alliance: Carolina Tevinter | Dracken Pryce | Seto du Couteau | Emmen Tagge | Zahara Myneto | Relan Dredec
First Order: Renata Westaway | Fevris Derzelas | Matma Bernu | Otzdrava Velexia | Ariel Yvarro |

 

[Fevris Derzelas]

Tagging FO: Ariel Yvarro ~ Renata Westaway ~ Matma Bernu ~ Otzdrava Velexia
Tagging GA: Dracken Pryce ~ Carolina Tevinter ~ Seto du Couteau ~ Emmen Tagge ~ Relan Dredec ~ Zahara Myneto

As they entered the conference room that had been prepared for this meeting, Fevris found her place to the side and slightly behind of the Moffs who were the trusted ones of the team to conduct most of the conversation. The Doctor, as a FIMS representative, would would speak up if she felt it was needed but otherwise, she would set herself to the task of becoming an watchful pair of eyes and an attentive ear, although for reasons very different to the ones that the Knights guarding them held.

Fevris had a flawless memory and a penchant for reading people, while she had no reason to believe either party would resort to dishonesty, prudence and caution never hurt anyone. Even if the winds of change had reached the First Order, the air still felt heavy and somewhat tense. Hopefully that would change as the meeting progressed.

The Doctor nodded slightly at Moff Yvarro's opening words. It was important that everyone bared in mind the fact that past transgressions, on both sides, needed to be of no consequence in the here and now if anything remotely fruitful was to come out of this trip. She was a practical woman, and unlike what her cold personality would sometimes suggest, not prone to holding grudges. But not everyone was the same.

When Ariel was done speaking, the cerulean gaze of the Doctor would glide across the Alliance's representatives, a neutral expression on her face but eager to see how they would respond. Eventually they'd reach her own people, knowing that Moff Westaway would probably have something to add or respond. The sooner conversation started, the sooner the heavy sense of tense expectation that hung around them like a heavy blanket would be lifted.

Or at least this was what the Doctor hoped would happen.