Among the Oppressed.

[Aithne Charr]

Csilla's Capitol City, Eastern Sector.​

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1240 Galactic Standard Time​

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[member="Sentiri"]​

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Keeping his head down was surprisingly a lot easier than he had expected but the influx of humans to the once more isolated Chiss world was all too simple for him to blend into. It was the world that had once been more separated from the Galaxy and now it was opened up before it was truly ready for such. Made worse was the disconnect between the world and its former member of the Ascendancy, left alone compared to is sister worlds and as such the Ascendancy was little more than just a puppet name with no governing power. It had been a simple change back then when the One Sith had taken control, and now left things impossible for their culture at the moment.​

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Solan had heard of a few though with interests still in the planet, members of families and other groups which is why he had come to the planet. He was careful, though, never meeting at a location of the contact's choosing and avoiding any places that would allow for him to be easily trapped. One such experience had been a close one if he had not been tipped off to the Chiss being a spy for the Sith.​

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Today was another of those meetings, though, himself dressed in a leather jacket and warm clothing with a scarf pulled around him. He had never really gotten used to how could this world was and even now he was supplying his body with an extra source of heat thanks to the force. Tapas was a power he more than was happy to use when on worlds like this, especially when he was in outdoor cafes like this.​

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Who was he waiting for was a Chiss that he had learned was exiled shortly before the Sith took over, a possible ousting of its more loyal members before the shadowed hand swooped in? He wondered about that but the past could not be changed, instead, he looked to the future and smiled at the opportunity to take and secure a place for the Chiss to rebuild their fractured society. Of course, he would need to be tactful about this, gather allies and most importantly information that would allow seizing of the old sith resources easier.​

 

[Sentiri]

Csilla.

Much time had passed since Sabosen'tir'inrokini had last set foot on the ancestral homeworld of the Chiss.

More time yet would pass before she would again.

Sentiri was seated in the office that came with her apartment. Her quarters when she had first proven herself loyal to the First Order had been paltry; nothing more than a single room with basic living necessities which she had filled with computers, displays, and wires. She had maintained that apartment as it was for more than a year. The cramped space, small though it may have been, was more than enough for her to do what she wanted. And all that she had wanted was to slice into files, learn what there was to be learned about every thing she could get her hands on, and improve her ability to crack codes and monitor data.

But being promoted to Deputy Director required something else of her. The rank required her to be "socially presentable." Along with attending social events, she also had to appear more sociable as well. So a spacious apartment was provided, if nothing else, to keep up appearances. Her office looked no different from her old apartment; filled with computers, displays, and wires. The room would look like an absolute mess to anyone else. To Sentiri though, it was her comfort zone.

And so there she was, seated and inputting commands into a holographic key projection. Seated and waiting for a transmission to connect...

Lightyears away...

A Chiss man in business casual attire strode along the Csillan streets. The temperature was less than moderate but practically summer by the standards of the glacial world. The wind was almost nonexistent and thus the conditions were perfect for many to be strolling the walkways of the otherwise indoor markets. Though any Chiss walking around carried themselves with purpose, this man's purpose was with a human. The man spotted the designated café and picking out the man in question was not difficult. Even with the influx of other species due to the One Sith occupation, most couldn't stand the nature of Csilla's weather and chose to remain shielded and indoors.

Besides, this Chiss man also had a specific set of instructions.

He walked up to the table where the human was seated. "Good day, sir," the Chiss said with a wave as he walked by the human. His other hand discretely slipped two items into the man's jacket pocket: a piece of flimsiplast with a note and a microprojector. The note reads:

Apologies. Cannot make contact in person. The projector is keyed directly to me. The channel is secure. Use at your discretion. - S

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[member="Solan Charr"]​

 

[Aithne Charr]

[member="Sentiri"]


He had read the note as he sat there and then placed it in his pocket once more, keeping it there and standing before paying for the drink he had ordered. He had work to do and he could not sit around drinking tea when there was something he had to handle. He wondered if the Chiss who had given him the items was a close friend or simply a contact to the one he was supposed to reach out to, figuring that the system might be used but surprised by the quickness of it. This was either an experienced man or someone with a talent for the work and slight of hand.

Either way, he had how he would contact her and he needed someplace a little more private, which was why he had chosen a location near the starport incase there needed to be a quick get away, which of course would not be needed now but it did save him the effort of running over a significant distance just for privacy.

It didn't take him long, leaving him to sit down and relax back in a chair once in his ship. The thing was a simple and small shuttle that he needed for when he was trying not to draw attention. Barely larger than a freighter and even then all the more unassuming as it sat alone in the hanger. The room he was sitting in was equally simple and as he put the holoprojector on the table, his hand activated it, waiting to see the person who had the information he needed.

 

[Sentiri]

A light on the console began flashing. For a few moments, Sentiri ignored it while she finished the task with which she had been occupying herself while she waited. The moment of the meeting had been set in advance, and she knew to be available when it happened. Whether she was present at the actual location of the meeting or not turned out to be inconsequential. A subspace transmission was just as simple and, at least for a political exile such as herself, was far safer.

Before initiating reception on the communication console, she pondered the political climate on Csilla. The Ascendancy maintained a strong presence there, even throughout the reign of the One Sith. Now that the oversight of the Sith was waning and the Ascendancy once more had the potential to claim its independence, more outside influence was arriving to claim that sovereignty. While Csilla had been opened to the flood of traffic from the greater galaxy, the Unknown Regions, or at least the Chiss homeworld, became a little more known by outsiders. Now many wanted a piece of not only the technology but also the untapped resources and secrets that the Ascendancy held in check for millennia.

But what did Sentiri care? She was no longer a member of the Ascendancy. If anything, the political upheaval that continued only served to guarantee the discomfort of those who had scorned her. And that enough was reason to assist any party that wasn't allied with the Chiss. Even more useful, however, were many other potential scenarios that could arise from such a partnership.

Click.

The view of a man's face appeared on her monitor.

Back on Csilla...

A light on the device shone a steady red when switched to active. A few moments later that same light flipped to a steady green and a hologram blinked into existence. Sentiri's full head to the top of her shoulder could be seen on the display that filled a foot-by-foot-by-foot cubic volume of space.

"Greetings. I am Sentiri. You are?"

[member="Solan Charr"]​