Ambassadorial Obligations (Fringe & OS IC Leadership)

[Yasha Cadera]

Coruscant, Lower Atmosphere
The Sumatiyara

The Ambassadorial envoy convoy entered One Sith Space with the distinct disease of a memory of free space. It was quiet, but for the Sith escort. Distinctly fallow of the light berth of travel and freedoms, I feel the discomfort of a ship full of Fringe going into the belly of the newest beast along our borders.

I cannot say I am content with the idea of being so thoroughly in the bosom of the Sith, but as I turn to my fellow High Councillors, I feel protected enough. I check my dress shirt collar and adjust my tie, shove my suit jacket on. Peering in the mirror my droid Mulligan holds up, I check my hair and chin. All's well. After the Republic came to our door, it felt fitting to repay the favour for the One Sith, seeing as how Coruscant is part of this new empire in part due to many of our Fringe contingents. Still, the idea unsettles me. I pull my emotions, my mental fabric inward and close it away, putting up the barriers I'll need to survive without being influenced by the people we're about to meet.

"We prepped for this, [member="Lucien Cordel"]?" Lucien. Never thought he'd become one of the mainstays of my adult life. But, the Force works in ways even I don't always understand and that's alright with me. I turn back to the holoprojector unit in the small bridge and nod. It flickers on.

"One Sith Government, this is High Councillor Anders Sivas of the Fringe Confederation on an Ambassadorial Mission. We are making our final approach, please advise confirmation of location as the Senate Building. Repeat. Confirm. Sivas Out."

I let the droid turn off the channel and go back to sit in the living area with [member="Kitt Solo"], [member="Hannibal Oryen"] and [member="Lucien Cordel"]. "Time to shine, guys. See what we can do."

Spoiler

[member="Darth Shara"] [member="Daella Apparine"] [member="Darth Isolda"]

 

[J3C0]

Darth Shara already stood in one of the many meeting chambers inside of the Rebuilt Senate chambers. It had not been something the One Sith destroyed in their invasion of course, but had been something the more unruly Sith of the galaxy had broken back when the Republic had been in control of Coruscant. As it turned out, The Republics effort in rebuilding the Senate building had stalled somewhat due to bureaucracy, when the One Sith had taken Coruscant, such things were quickly one away with.

Now it made the perfect meeting place for a little chat with the leaders of the Fringe.

Shara was not known for his hands in politics, in fact many thought he was nothing but an angry destructive brute. This was idle conspiracy however. Shara to the surprise of many was actually quite learned. He had read thousands of books, had long philosophical discussions with the Dark Lord, and had spoken many times with captured Jedi and Sith alike on the nature of the galaxy and its governments.

Unsurprisingly because of this Shara was actually quite astute when it came to politics. Due to this it had been easily decided that Shara would go along with Daella and Isolda to this little negotiation, it was doubted that the Fringe would care.

When the message from the Fringe leaders came in Shara nodded slightly to the guard that brought him the message, telling him to confirm their landing point and bring them to the meeting room as fast as possible. Shara was eager for this, for the past seven centuries he had been trapped beneath a veil of violence and utter destruction, perhaps now he would actually get to speak.
[member="Anders Sivas"]

 

[Lucien Cordel]

Lucien in contrast was not overtly worried but their destination nor by who they came to speak with. The with would gain naught but blood and destruction if they killed himself and his fellow ambassadors. There was nothing at all to worry about.

Lucien was making final preparations to his apprence as they made their arrival. It would do no favours for himself and his associates to appear looking unkempt. Lucien was of course doing very little of the preparation himself, no he was sat back in a lounge chair listening to a symphony soundtrack whilst his Valet shaved his face and the lesser servants fluttered about completing trivial tasks like shoe shining and shirt cuff fastening. They were all terribly droll.

He was returned to the land of reality by the voice of councillor Sivas. For a long time Lucien had wished Anders dead, he had farther objected to the young empathy flirting with his wife ... Of course his wife was now gone and Anders had more than made ammens. Lucien opened his eyes and sat up much to the distaste of his valet who lightly pushed his head down and continued to glide the razor over Lucien's face.

"I believe we are High councillor,Just remember to avoid conflict and firmly establish that we are guests of the one sith and therefore under their protection" Lucien was not one for trusting people but all the civilisations he knew of shunned the slaughter of guests.

His valet took one last stroke with the razor before handing Lucien a hot towel. Lucien took it with a nod and wiped his face before swatting his other servants away and standing up. His washed his hands in a basin of scented water before putting on his watch and rings. To complete the ensemble he put on a suit jacket on over his waistcoat.

He rejoined the others in the lounge taking a seat in an arm chair and glancing out over the cosmopolitan planet it had changed much since his youth

 

[Hannibal Oryen]

Hannibal was reclined and relaxed in his seat. If he was at all concerned with where he was going, he didn't show it. Part of being security for a party of envoys was projecting calm, relaxed, composure. If he had a nervous meltdown about their destination, it would not reflect well on the Fringe. More importantly, the damage to his carefully sculpted reputation would be damaged beyond repair. He probably wouldn't work in this town again. This was not to say he was excited to go into One Sith territory. Anything dealing with Sith tended to involve a lot of gothic dress choices and immeasurable amounts of misery.

At least, that's what a Jedi told him one time. Maybe ten minutes before Hannibal clocked him out to collect the bounty.

Acting as the rest of the security escort were four SC1 Security Droids. Hannibal had designed them himself, but no one had any business knowing that except for him. The Fondorian simply didn't trust any other humans to not get freaked out at the prospect of going into One Sith territory. Droids didn't get freaked out, and neither did Cyborgs or the three space wizards he was riding with. Clearly this was the best diplomat team every assembled by mere mortal men.

"Yeah, their protection." Hannibal echoed. One Sith's idea of protection seemed to involve sacking planets. "I wouldn't buy inta that idea too much."

 

[Kitt Solo]

Her request to use sick leave for a day from Fringe Council duties was promptly denied.

She grumbled slightly under her breath as the confirmation from the One Sith came through their waiting room on the ship. She really missed her couch right about now, and that Southern Corellian ale, the beer, the blanket that still smelled slightly of [member="Alen Na'Varro"]…and the wine. And most of all, the Hutt-Dazs praline and caramel pint of ice-cream. Was one sick-leave day so much to ask for? She tried to keep the glower off her face as she sunk lower in her chair, arms stiffly crossed below the chest.

To her credit, the only evidence of any lingering depression were the slight dark-circles beneath her eyes. They were mostly covered-up by concealer. That and the hint of alcohol mixed with mint on her breath. Stormy-gaze calmed for a moment as she looked at [member="Anders Sivas"]. This was the last person she wanted to take anything out on. Ever since Lipsec, she felt some sort of pesky-bond growing, something like sisterhood would probably feel if she ever reached out to her real, blood-sister.

Even Andra wouldn’t be able to feel Kitt’s floundering emotions surrounding Alen with the invisible and solid brick wall she built-up. Of course, that didn’t account for the flashes of surliness on her face. Too bad [member="Lucianus Adair"] wasn’t around. She could really use a guy without a shirt on right about now.

She muttered to [member="Hannibal Oryen"], the guy that was her first mentor, "How the kriff did they rope you in? You hate space wizards."

[member="Lucien Cordel"]

 

[Soeht]

Standing with [member="Darth Shara"], Daella waited for the guests from the Fringe. She wore a vibrant robe that would have been typical for a Jedi. She kept her back straight and tall. Yet, she maintained her harsh glare on the landing pad that the Fringe's dignitary's

Yet for a moment, Daella turned toward her brethren Shara. Monotonously, she told him, “Respect, or even the desire to appear humble, is rare in this galaxy. Should you find yourself infuriated by their manners, allow me to handle them.”

For the Fringe's dignitaries, possibly the most notorious moment of Daella being a diplomat would have been when she went to the Black Sun to issue a warning from her then-superior Selena Halcyon. The meeting was met with hostilities and resulted in the Republic attacking Nar Shaddaa. How much of her encounter with the Black Sun being a plan for the One Sith was unknown to the public, but rumors never depended on the truth.

 

[Darth Isolda]

The Eye of the Dark Lord would not be among Darth Shara or Apparine. Instead, the woman would be standing observing from a high arched window in the third story of the Senate building.

Her form would be shrouded, held in the shadows save for a pale glimpse of the white skin of her face. The silver orbs of her eyes would curiously watch the various sapients walk to and fro, like tiny little ants as they each fulfilled a role.

Up ahead, would be the area from where the Fringe delegation would soon cross to enter the Senate building with their escort. Once they landed of course. From her perch, she would be able to observe them.

She gave a slow nod.

Soon. Yes. Perfect.

 

[Hannibal Oryen]

[member="Kitt Solo"]

"Nah, not all 'at much." Hannibal muttered back. "'Sides, I still tolerate you."

Frankly, Hannibal didn't understand why Kitt got into the whole space magic thing. Hokey religions and superpowers were no match for a good blaster at your side. All those weird, robe-wearing kooks were just compensating because they were lousy shots and had lame instincts. Maybe Hannibal shouldn't rag on them so much now that he was going to have to look all cool and collected among them. No snark, no witticisms, just stone faced security. This wasn't going to be fun by any stretch of the word, but rather boring. A completely unwelcome change of pace to what he usually did.

"An' someone else oughta be around when you mouth off t' one of 'em and th' sabers start flyin'."

 

[Lucien Cordel]

Lucien still trusted in the with not to murder their own guests but sadly people were unpredictable and it was therefore prudent to travel with guards. Lucien was pleased to see that he was to be be guarded mainly by droids. Droids didn't make a fool of themselves and most importantly they knew their place. [member="Hannibal Oryen"] had also show himself to be capable of acting with the proper decorum nessisarry in such important situations.

The transportation landed smoothy at the former house of republic democracy. Lucien rose and so it began. He ordered two droids to exit ahead of him, one could never be too careful. Once satisfied that a hail of blaster fire was not iminant Lucien made his own way out. Blinking against the glare of the sun Lucien strode forward across the landing pad.

"Lady [member="Daella Apparine"] your reputation precedes you, I am Lord Lucien Cordel and this is [member="Kitt Solo"] my fellow ambassidor" Lucien said gesturing to Kitt " Councillor Sivas has taken ill we can only appologies " Lucien was of course eager to get inside he had no illusion to the fact that Jedi could well be hiding anywhere.

 

[Soeht]

As the Fringe’s dignitaries landed their ship on the landing pad, Daella maintained a still watch on the vehicle as the doors opened. When droids walked out, she gave no reaction - not even a subtle change in her face. Standing next to [member="Darth Shara"], Daella was nearly half his size - as if a child if Shara was the height of a normal human. Still, she was considerably shorter than [member="Lucien Cordel"] and slightly shorter than [member="Kitt Solo"].

Once Lucien introduced himself and Kitt while informing Daella of the absence of [member="Anders Sivas"], Daella slammed a clenched right first upon an open, flat left palm. Bending at the knees while keeping her back straight, Daella respectfully lowered herself while keeping her head up. Her eyes continued to look at Lucien. She gave little expression beyond that.

“Welcome, Lord Cordel and Lady Solo,” she began with her voicing being of a similar texture as Anders’s, “I am grateful that you two could come today. I wish Councilor Sivas the best in recovery.”

Then, Daella rose and motioned her hand as if to gesture behind herself. She then offered, “Would you like to go inside? We have some hospitality to give as well, if you and your guests would like."

Within would be an assortment of foods and drinks available presented in a very pleasing manner. It featured a wide range of cultures and, unless Lucien and Kitt had very eccentric tastes, was likely to contain something that they might enjoy. The light of Coruscant's sun managed to shine through the windows at just the right angle to make the food glisten. Servants stood ready to tend to their needs for however long they wished to stay. No compensation would be asked of the Fringe's delegates for this, as well.

 

[Kitt Solo]

[member="Daella Apparine"] [member="Lucien Cordel"] [member="Hannibal Oryen"]

She bit back a quip to Hannibal, Mister Head of Security. Sleep-deprived and irritable face smoothed into something more diplomatic as Cordel made introductions. Myrtle-ellipses scanned the area as her empathic emotions picked-up on [member="Darth Isolda"]. Eyes sharpened on Daella. If she was bothered by the giant [member="Darth Shara"] standing next to the woman, it didn't show.

Nor did it show in her words as they entered the ex-senate chambers of the once jedi-owned world.

"I recognize you. You were there when the Republic invaded Fringe space. Now we're standing on the same world you once worked from nine-to-five on, just under new management and," eyes briefly panned the area, "new renovations. How can we trust that any sort of alliance we make with you won't just be fancy words on a datapad meant to cover-up a back-stab later?"

Might as well ask the tough questions up front. It probably didn't have anything to do with her other dark half being MIA.

 

[J3C0]

Shara's eyes opened wide as the woman immediately began to throw around accusations, narrowing slightly as he looked down towards Daella.

He had not been posing as part of the Jedi Order when the Republic invaded Fringe of course, Shara didn't make for a very good Jedi after all. Isolda had once tried to dress him up in a manner to make him less threatening, though that had merely made the others laugh at him and ultimately the idea had been abandoned. Shara was not one for hiding or subterfuge, he was a blunt force object, and nothing else.

“Insulting.” Shara growled slightly “Though fitting. It is true, we have used subterfuge and betrayal as a tool before, and I'm sure we shall do so again in the future.”

Honesty was the best policy. “But then again, why would we do such a thing towards you? We are fighting a war against the Republic. A war that takes time, resources, and manpower to win. Why would we betray the Fringe and open a second front? Only fools would do such a thing, and we are not fools.”

Shara looked [member="Daella Apparine"], as if asking the woman to further speak.