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An Offer You Can't Refuse [GA/ORC]

Aryn Teth


Coalition Embassy, Terminus, Kallea Sector, The Outer Rim Territories
Interacting With: [member="Bryce Bantam"]
The trip through Terminus wasn't exactly an easy one for the Alliance delegation. Following the blockade of the Hydian Way and the greater dangers that came with the Alliance providing supplies to its southern territory, dissenting, separatist voices on Terminus had risen up. Riots were common enough to be a problem, and the Alliance had become increasingly less welcome on Terminus as the populace progressively began to see the Outer Rim Coalition as a far safer option for continued supply, especially considering the significant distance between the bulk of Alliance space and Terminus itself.

Luckily, the Outer Rim Coalition also had control of a piece of territory which the Alliance had need of. The Hydian way blockade had badly damaged the capability of the Alliance to trade with its southern territory, but efforts were already underway for the Alliance to create and fortify a new trade lane, but that meant going through territory that the Outer Rim Coalition already held. That was what had brought the Alliance delegates to Terminus, regardless of the efforts of those planet-side to push them off their world. Luckily for Aryn, his arrival to the Coalition's embassy on the world had been relatively uneventful.

With a sigh, Aryn lifted himself from the speeder he'd arrived in, making his way inside and towards the lobby. He'd met with the Coalition only a few times before, and knew he wouldn't be the only one of the Alliance's diplomats to be there, but as he stepped into the lobby, the General couldn't help but feel vaguely intimidated.
 

Sor-Jan Xantha

Guest
Prince Shoma

Coalition Embassy, Terminus, Kallea Sector, The Outer Rim Territories
Interacting with [member="Aryn Teth"] | [member="Bryce Bantam"]
The Atrisian delegation arrived to the Kallea Sector.

A Nebulon B7 drifted alongside the Loronar science vessel that served as Atrisia One for the constitutional monarch who ceremonially oversaw the Atrisian Parliament. As the smaller Loronar angled for planetary descent, a pair of starfighters emerged from out of the Nebulon's hangar, escorting the explorer down to the planet while the Nebulon assumed a high orbital profile over the planet.

Flanked by its armed escort, the explorer descended among the clouds, planing out as the vessel transitioned from interstellar to atmospheric flight. As the trio of spacecraft emerged through the clouds, the Galactic Alliance craft settled on the space port landing pad.

As the loading ramp lowered, an airspeeder with GADF markings pulled up to the landing pad. Emerging from out of the Loronar, the Atrisian prince was flanked by a protocol droid and his chief of staff, Fong Jiao-Li. The three boarded the airspeeder and were ferried away from the space port toward the Coalition embassy.

As the speeder moved through the air, the boy could see several protests taking place in the streets. There were any number of reasons. Health care reform. Immigration reform. There was even a Droid Rights Movement with a small presence on Terminus according to the GADF national security briefings he'd received about the socio-political situation evolving on Terminus.

Not the least of which was a growing dissatisfaction with Alliance governance.

The speeder arrived at the Coalition embassy, the prince and his small entourage disembarking as they began to process through diplomatic security.

He would be meeting another Alliance delegate here. Aryn Teth. Having not had an opportunity to work with this man, the boy was curious to meet both his colleague and the honored representatives of the Coalition.
 
His reasons for being here were easy enough to discern, but Director Tevv of the Sullustan SoroSuub Corporation was still not entirely comfortable with his growing diplomatic responsibilities. Once again, the Alliance was in a time of war, and with the independently elected Sullustan Council so consumed with addressing crises closer to home, the Public Relations bureau within SoroSuub had been tapped more and more to assist in handling concerns abroad.

Strictly speaking, Miel didn't speak for the democratic government of Sullust. But it was common knowledge the close working relationship between the Council and SoroSuub's Board of Directors, and with shared oversight over many civic responsibilities, it was not unheard of for Sullustans in Director Tevv's position to be occasionally consigned as roaming ambassadors in all but name when necessary. It was deemed necessary now.

Pouring over the briefing once again in his luxury SoroSuub airspeeder, Miel ignored the protestors incensed at the arrival of something so symbolic of the Alliance government. The Lord Xiaolang Prince [member="Shoma Ike"] had proven to be a surprisingly adept diplomat for one so young, but it had been determined that his unique perspective from northern Atrisia could be tempered by a more economic point of view, and one far more familiar with the territory. After his service in the Sullustan Guard and before taking his position in SoroSuub, Director Tevv had spent years in the Outback working on privateer frigates.

Miel had been a last minute addition, and this would be the first time he met Supreme Commander [member="Aryn Teth"] in person. Despite normally feeling quite at home in discussions like these, he could not deny the auspicious nature of this particular occasion had him feeling more than a little nervous.

[member="Bryce Bantam"]​
 
Things were going sideways on Terminus. While the brass would love to get another world such as it, the way things were playing out was far from normal. While rebellions and riots were not new to the ginger judge he did not relish taking advantage of a near by ally so.

As he walked through the streets he as always wore his red jacket and judges star on the chest pocket. Side arms hung from his belt and hip holster.

He hoped the meeting would be a productive one. Force knew this could all end very badly if the two sides today did not find a compromise to satisfy both parties today...

@Prince shoma / @Arya teth
 
Location: Vero -> Terminus
Objective: Deliver medical supplies and relief

Terminus. One of the worlds that suffered the most from the Metharian Nebula blockade. Once again Cathul was sidetracked, while leaving Lokthra to patrol between Dagobah and Vero. The least she could do to ensure a smooth transition - to the extent that was possible - was to set up refugee housing and medical care. Or at least take care of those items to the extent it was feasible while there was unrest going on all over the planet. Probably better to prioritize healthcare; I knew some of my detractors considered medvac, bacta and other medical supplies as fluff going into Thyferra, but I proved them wrong there - that, even though it took the Sith nearly 27 km to defeat ca. 7 km under my command - and even then they still lost 4.5 km while I retreated in good order, she thought, while she knew she needed her patrol to protect the medical supplies headed towards Terminus, as a final goodwill gesture to defuse the tensions while the diplomats were working out the kinks. She knew she had to do something, and, from the CIC of the Lothal, she had to escort a convoy of hospital ships as well as freighters to Terminus.

"Form up, and set course for Terminus, while remaining mindful of avoiding the Metharian Nebula; jump to lightspeed on my mark"

"Standby"

"Now!"
 
Aryn Teth


Coalition Embassy, Terminus, Kallea Sector, The Outer Rim Territories
Interacting With: [member="Bryce Bantam"], [member="Shoma Ike"], [member="Miel Tevv"]
As Aryn's gaze wandered about the interior of the Coalition's embassy, he figured it seemed to reflect the government almost perfectly. It was rough, ramshackle and thrown together from all the kinds of people and places that one would expect far out in the rim. Terminus was outer rim, in fact it was just about as 'outer rim' as one could get so far from the Core, and now that he had actually been to the world he could almost sympathize with the woes of the people, people who clearly understood their folk didn't meld quite as well within the confines of a government like the Alliance, rigid and core-focused as it was.

Losing such a hub as Terminus would be a shame for the Alliance, but seeing the world, the man knew it would be in good hands with the Coalition, and besides, sacrifices always needed to be made in war, even off the battlefield. While Aryn was amenable to handing Terminus over to the Coalition's sovereignty, he knew that the deal could not go without a return favour from the Coalition, it was the only way to make things worthwhile. There were some concerns in Aryn's mind about how willing the Coalition may have been to give over their newly acquired territory just south of the Hydian Way, and Aryn was pleased that the Alliance had seen fit to send some of the more experienced diplomats among their ranks to help the Supreme Commander, who's own expertise still lay firmly in battlemaps and strategy.

His gaze turned towards the door as it opened again, watching as the entourage of the Atrisian prince and the director of SoroSuub made their way into the building. Clasping his hands behind his back, Aryn gave both of them a nod, trying to look as respectable as his position suggested. "Prince Shoma, Director Tevv, it's a pleasure to meet you both." He said with a polite smile, glancing between the two of them. He gave little concern as to Shoma's age, the boy was a proven negotiator, which was impressive to say the least. "Ideally our Coalition counterparts will be here to meet us soon, so we might get underway."
 

Sor-Jan Xantha

Guest
Prince Shoma

Coalition Embassy, Terminus, Kallea Sector, The Outer Rim Territories
Interacting with [member="Aryn Teth"] | [member="Miel Tevv"] | [member="Bryce Bantam"]
The boy bowed toward the gentleman that greeted him.

Then he turned and bowed again toward the Sullustan. When he had straightened back up, the boy turned his attention back toward the first man. "Geneal Teth?" the boy asked, though the figure certainly resembled the dossier he'd been given on the flight over. "I look forward to working with you both," the boy offered, with another round of bows.

"May I present Daimyo Fong Jiao-Li, my chief of staff," the youth remarked, indicating the elder Atrisian behind him. The bearded sage bowed deeply with respects toward both the human and the Sullustan.

This would certainly be a different sort of experience for him. To date, all of Shoma's diplomatic efforts had been centered merely on opening lines of communications. The Iron Empire. The Republic Remnant. The Metal Lords. But the Coalition was a long-standing Alliance ally. As governments went, it was possibly the closest thing that the Alliance had to a peer.

As such, Shoma planned to allow Teth and Tevv to do the bulk of talking. He would observe and learn.
 
Almost is if cued by some hidden director Bryce entered the quickly assembled "embassy". Like most stuff on the rim this building had once served as a fine dining eating establishment. However now serving a greater purpose than medium rare bantha steak it would now house discussions that would shape the destiny of planet for at least the short term.

"Heya folks, sorry I'm late. Was a long trip from Utapau and with all the trouble there you can understand the delays."

As he spoke he was picking his teeth with a wooden pick. If one didn't know any better they may think he had just come from grabbing a quick bite to eat... and honestly they wouldn;t be wrong.

"So lets get down to the brass tax here if ya well. Seems we are getting pulled into this whole revolt mess with the pro-coalition folks wanting to defect. For the record I had no idea this was a thing, but now it is hope we can figure out some compromise."

Bryce took a seat one of the more comfy looking chairs. Pulling a Cornelia ale from his coat he popped the top and began to drink deeply before he spoke again.

"Ok we waiting for anyone else or you all ready to begin?"

[member="Shoma Ike"] | [member="Aryn Teth"] | [member="Miel Tevv"]
 
Objective: Ferry medical supplies

It was getting much more complicated than usual, because they could no longer just jump through to the Metharian Nebula and then on to Terminus. For this reason, they had to take another way to Terminus that did not involve passing through First Order space to deliver those supplies. Cathul had escorts with a convoy of medical supplies in tow. She knew the situation was becoming critical on Terminus, she knew that the ORC will probably prefer to have the handover of the planet without any major sanitation issues or medical issues or else she knew the ORC would not be able to do a whole lot with the planet. Exactly how individualistic did Jedi become anyway? I lack not heart, just that there is only so much I could do, she thought, while feeling even more depressed that she was the one doing the medical heavy lifting around here. Then again, it was the whole reason why she even held the command of Therapy Command in the first place, even after taking point in defeats of varying levels. As the convoy flew towards Terminus, there was a running inventory of all the medical supplies being taken. Bacta, cauterizers, medicines of all sorts, and other medical instruments.

"Reversion in five..."

"All hands, prepare for reversion; freighters shall move towards the planet under escort"
 
Late.

Why was she always consistently running late?

It was as if the laws of nature were working against her, and every possible thing that could go wrong, indeed went sideways. As Srina walked down the long, lighted ramp of the Ferocity, she had to force herself to breathe slowly. Control, peace, and calm would find her all at once. She had been trained to withstand all manner of stress an inconvenience, but today, it was a struggle. The normally mild-mannered woman did not know why. Nevertheless, she didn’t have time to dwell on it.

She hardly noticed the small garrison of BX Battledroids that flanked her on both sides. Rather than take the nearly defenseless Viceroy Class Star Yacht that her Master had initially bequeathed to her, especially since Darth Metus was resting on board, she’d directed the starship to the proper location. It was her favorite method of travel, despite others he had at his disposal, mostly because of the memories it held. Not to mention, it really was lovely.

“You may stay with the Ferocity.”, the slender apprentice ordered the droids coolly, all the while, taking a look around. She had never been to Terminus, despite CIS alliances with the ORC, nor had she ever really visited space so remote. Srina waited quietly in the space port, deep in thought, while crewmembers unloaded a Q3-R-Speeder for her.

She heard mechanical feet following, and slowly, she turned, and sighed, knowing that they were only operating on orders from her Master. Everyone seemed obsessed with protecting her. With keeping her safe—Why? “There is no danger for me here. Stay with the ship. That’s an order.”

“Yes, Lady Talon, but—“

Stay. With. The. Ship.

The battledroids seemed a little put out that they wouldn’t have anything to cut down to size while they were visiting this distant world. Srina shook her head, white-gold hair falling over her shoulders in moonlit waterfalls, before she got on her swoop and headed toward the meeting point. The slender Echani was expecting a social, diplomatic visit, and therefore had left her armor behind. For this, she wore a silken powder blue traveling dress with protective leggings beneath, made modest, by a long white cloak.

It didn’t take long for her to arrive. Not simply because the location was close enough to the port, but because there was a certain Jedi to follow, who lit up the horizon like a beacon. What she eventually saw did not reflect the divine elegance of the Diplomatic Consulate that the Galactic Alliance had at their disposal. An efficient, however clunky droid led her to the meeting area, and she floated into the room just in time to hear [member="Bryce Bantam"] ask if they were waiting for anyone else. “One of them, would be me, I’m afraid. My Master planned to attend but he has been delayed due to unforeseen circumstances. Please forgive my lateness gentlemen.”

She had only met Marshal “Bryce” Bantam on Sullust to her knowledge. He would only know her, if he remembered, as an apprentice to Darth Metus. In this instance she had joined at the request of the Supreme Commander of the Galactic Alliance. As always, she represented the Confederacy flawlessly, but in this she was merely there to observe, and perhaps facilitate if needed. Her state of mind was always logical, ever pragmatic, and she was uniquely designed to remain impartial.

“General Teth.”, she greeted the dark-haired haired man, full well knowing how much he hated when she addressed him formally, even if the situation demanded it. The representative from the ORC was seated while Aryn still stood. Perhaps, she wasn’t as late as she’d thought. “Bryce Bantam…”

“It is good to see you both again.”

Silvery pools drifted to a young boy, to her eyes, little more than a child. Her curiosity was silenced by a need for decorum. He wouldn’t be here, if he didn’t hold some sort of purpose, or was actually older than he looked. “My name is Srina Talon. It is good to meet you.”

[member="Aryn Teth"] | [member="Bryce Bantam"] | [member="Shoma Ike"]
 
"Supreme Commander," Director Tevv nodded back at [member="Aryn Teth"], "SoroSuub is pleased to be at your service today."

Returning the young Atrisian prince's bow with what he hoped was suitable decorum, he averted his gaze when first addressing [member="Shoma Ike"], "Your Highness."

He could not help but feel the odd one out. Both state leaders in their own right, Miel's primary concerns seemed provincial by comparison, though they spanned star systems. And yet of the three of them, the Sullustan was perhaps most aware of their Alliance's dire economic position, and how critical these discussions were to the continued longevity of the south. He was also perhaps most experienced with the Outer Rim Coalition and thus, the least surprised at the sight of such a delegate as Marshal [member="Bryce Bantam"].

Bantam was by all appearances a no nonsense kind of sentient, so when he seemed prepared to get down to business the Sullustan was ready to do the same, and yet a last minute arrival drew focus before he had a chance to speak. Miel knew [member="Srina Talon"] only by reputation, as head of SoroSuub's public relations division the director made a habit of studying up on the politics of their galactic neighbors. He allowed himself to remain in the background as introductions were renewed, keenly aware of his role as a simple advisor and relative station within this room.

The Confederacy's assistance in this matters would be appreciated, if they could convince Srina of their proposal. With Terminus' state of civil unrest, greater Coalition involvement could be perceived as more trouble than the influence it would bring was worth. However, if they could convince Bantam that the need for alternative stable trade routes was more than simply a local concern, but a measure with broader support for the sake of the entire region, Miel believed Bryce was the type of man who would be able to find a way to make it worth his people's while.

What remained to be seen, he could not help but wonder, was if the Confederates would want something in return.
 

Sor-Jan Xantha

Guest
Utapau.

Shoma made a note to look that one up. It wasn't a name that triggered any recognition for him, though the man who'd breezed in spoke of it as though it were a matter of import. Sharing a brief glance over at the older Atrisian man, the youth lowered his voice as he uttered a quiet, "Oshirase kudasai," to convey his interest in a discussion of this subject.

The Coalition delegate was... interesting.

Atrisian politics was all about custom and ritual. There were a lot of rote and scripted societal norms that telegraphed the anticipated interactions between the members so to not lose face. As Shoma was learning, these social constructs did not exist in many human cultures outside Atrisia. Such as now, when the man casually pulled out a beer and proceeded straight to business.

It was... efficient? Perhaps. Somewhat startling to say the least.

Director Tevv was a target of opportunity at least. The boy had been hoping for an audience with SoroSuub for some time. There remained skilled laborers and resources within the Atrisian System from the Imperial era when [member="Akio Kahoshi"]'s Imperial Shipworks had operated as part of the Atrisian Galactic Empire's warmachine. If he could get a company like SoroSuub to come in and capitalize on some of that residual infrastructure, it would go a long way to helping put Atrisia back to work.

They were joined by a woman possessed of rather remarkable features. Primarily her hair, which seemed almost white -- even though she seemed young. Atrisia was not a world that demonstrated a lot of variation. Everyone's hair ran in the brown to black range. Same with their eyes, except for maybe a handful around Quan'Lo. So it was always interesting to encounter humans or near-humans of such varied appearance.

He didn't know who this Srina Talon was, but she knew Teth and the Coalition delegate. So she was connected, if nothing else. "Shoma of Atrisia, miss," the boy replied in kind, bowing toward the lady as he offered the traditional Atrisian, "Dozo yoroshiku."

SoroSuub. The Coalition. It seemed this meeting would be good for establishing some new networks and connections, if nothing else. Though, judging by the character of the folks in the room, Shoma had no doubts the meeting would prove productive.

Pulling out a seat for Srina to sit, the Atrisian prepared to take his own seat at the table so that their eager, beer-swilling friend could get the proverbial show on the road.

[member="Srina Talon"] | [member="Miel Tevv"] | [member="Bryce Bantam"] | [member="Aryn Teth"]​
 
"Outfit all squadrons assigned to escort duty with torpedoes filled with tear gas: we might face hostile rioters on our way down to the delivery of medical supplies!"

"Yes, admiral"

Even though the risk of piracy was all too real in this region of Wild Space, she couldn't simply leave the local population to their own devices: the security situation was dangerous, and she knew that, given what they were there to do, they needed the shipments to be clear of any rioters within a certain distance of the shipments. So they needed to have the riots taken care of before they could even think of commencing distribution of those medical supplies. At the same time, she needed a fighter screen over her ships should the local patrols need to take care of some pirate incursion around there. As the convoy of medical supplies starts descending towards designated areas across Terminus for delivery, she began to be stationed in low orbit over Terminus, watching out for any movements of pirates or any requests from any local patrols, GA or ORC. And she frantically kept an eye on the tactical display of the CIC, hoping that there would be no real problems, while, once again, having all units operate on weapons-tight ROE, as is standard in situations of that nature.
 
Bryce emptied the remaining alcohol from his can and threw it perfectly into a near by recycling container.

"Two points, mama always said I would make a great hutt-ball player. Anyhow nice to meet ya all. So I'm open to idea's if you wanna start spelling out how we handle this mess. You know we have never been bosom buddies but when the need has arisen well we have never been slow to lend a hand. This matter has me perplexed, now I know you have been having trouble with the "order". Was there when they put up than damn interdiction field, not by choice mind ya my engineer had a bit of a brain fart and the hanger will never be the same... But that is besides the point really. Question is how to we sort out this whole secession mess, cause these folks seem hell bent on switching out the red and white of the alliance for the green and black of the outer rim."

He pulled a second frost can from his jacket pocket and popped the top. As the second beer ale slid down his throat he waited on the Alliance folks to get on with all their proper greetings and down to the matter at hand.

[member="Shoma Ike"] | [member="Miel Tevv"] | [member="Srina Talon"] | [member="Aryn Teth"]
 
Aryn Teth


Coalition Embassy, Terminus, Kallea Sector, The Outer Rim Territories
Interacting With: [member="Bryce Bantam"], [member="Shoma Ike"], [member="Miel Tevv"], [member="Srina Talon"]
The introductions were brief and polite enough, Aryn giving Bryce a nod of the head as he came into the room, watching as he moved to take a seat. Seeing the ale pulled from the man's pocket, he couldn't help the smile which split his lips. Some of the more official core-worlders Aryn knew among the diplomatic corps of the Alliance would've taken pause at Bryce's informal attitude, especially considering the relative magnitude of the situation they were in, yet, Aryn was an outer rim boy himself, if anything he felt comfortable by it as he moved towards the seats.

He had been about to answer the man's question when he heard the door open again and the familiar voice over his shoulder, Aryn's gaze turning towards the familiar site of Srina, giving her a smile and nod in return to her greeting. "Srina." The greeting was plain, but there was a warmth to his tone as he moved to take a seat across from Bantam, leaning back in the chair as he looked to those members of his own party, watching as they settled into their seats for the negotiations to begin. Bryce's own outline of the situation was... Inelegant, but it got the point across well enough.

Smirking as he saw the man pull another can from his pocket, Aryn shifted in his seat somewhat and began to speak plainly. "First and foremost, you have no need to worry that the Alliance believes the coalition is involved with the secessionist movements, our own intelligence seems to indicate it's simply a result of the war, and what's believed to be best for Terminus." The man's tone was firm but reassuring, measured in the manner which betrayed Aryn was much more used to dealing with soldiers than politicians. "That trouble with the First Order you've mentioned may be exactly how we can come to an agreement that benefits both parties as you've suggested. Currently, our links to the southern part of our territory were badly damaged by the blockade of the Hydian Way, but the Alliance has since been working to establish a new trade route that should stabilize the chaos in the region." He explained plainly, watching Bryce for any hint of a major reaction on the man's part as he continued. "This route would however, require us moving regularly through an area of space currently within the Coalition's borders, Hex M-52 on the Galactic Map..."

To demonstrate his point, Aryn pulled a small holodisplay from his jacket, setting it on the table as a portion of galactic space just north of Demonsgate was displayed, with the hex in question highlighted. "It's the belief of the Alliance at the moment that we could make a trade of sorts, the Alliance is happy to comply with Terminus' demands for Coalition rule if the Coalition is willing to transfer control of M-52 to the Alliance, considering the relative emptiness of known space in the hex, it should be a net positive on your end."
 
Others in the room may have had a difficult time following [member="Bryce Bantam"], but to Miel the Marshal's peculiar dialect was an all too familiar one. He had spent several years surrounded by sentients just like this one in his even more rebellious youth, trading work for passage throughout the Outback. Lately as a prominent megacorp director, that other life had begun to feel more and more distant to him. Being here, on Terminus, on the edge of the Rim, was beginning to bring some of it back.

"The First Order's blockade effects us all," he added tentatively, once Supreme Commander [member="Aryn Teth"] had finished speaking. Initially he had procured some datapads with prepared reading materials from his suitcase, but at a simple shake of Aryn's head and upon reading the room himself, the Sullustan cleared his throat and thought better of distributing them, "Locking down the Hydian Way hurts everyone, and if...when they come for the Rimma Trade Route, what then? That's a lifeline from the Core to Adarlon, Karideph, Pergitor, even Demonsgate."

Clearing his through nervously, Tevv continued, "To show our gratitude we would of course allow Coalition trade through these new alternative routes full access tariff free, I am given to understand the Defense Fleet is even willing to help your people patrol the space and keep the way secure."

He considered adding something about the situation on Terminus, but thought better of it. It was not exactly his place to comment on strictly political matters, he was here for a fiscal perspective, and he had droned on too long already. Losing some of their trade deals with ORC aligned Terminus markets would be a loss, but setting aside the emotional angle, Miel believed something like this was a necessary sacrifice if they were to maintain control of the rest of the south. If the people of Terminus no longer wanted to be a part of the Alliance, and they could all gain something out of making that transition a reality, the SoroSuub representative believed that to be a best case scenario.

[member="Shoma Ike"] | [member="Srina Talon"] | [member="Cathul Thuku"]​
 
Down on the surface, the X-Wing patrols would find the rioting to be intense, intense enough, in fact, to be deploying water cannons, 120mm flash-bang launchers (which are nothing more than 120mm Jairdain heavy mortars firing flash-bang rounds, or tear-gas rounds), and causing each and every shipment of medical supplies to require police escort to deliver, especially to the more impoverished areas of Terminus. Terminus was becoming almost as dangerous as Hutt space was, but then again no sign of pirates either. Yet she would have expected pirates to prey on planets that are plunged in unrest of that nature to plunder whatever it could, but also that, for such pirates, it was risky to attack a place where negotiations took place between two powers, because the security details of both powers may well be large enough to cause serious problems to any pirates attacking the planet, mostly using smaller ships. She patiently watched the tactical display for any sign of damage, for any sign of the rioters somehow stealing the shipments. We were lucky, but this is likely the calm before the proverbial storm, she thought.
 
The pale apprentice of Darth Metus seemed entirely unbothered by being the only Confederate in the room. She was present to help facilitate a peaceable transaction for their allies, as well as to provide aid to the people suffering, and nothing more. Her nation did not require anything from either the GA or the ORC—Save for their uncontested loyalty. It was a rare commodity when for so long, it seemed, that everyone in the verse was hell bent on protecting themselves. The plights of their neighbors didn’t matter if it didn’t affect them. The rioting and threats of secession took place far from CIS territory. At the end of the day, it did not affect their member worlds, or any of their holdings. Regardless, they still found reason to come to Terminus, they still brought supplies, and they would continue to support their friends in a time of need.

This Alliance, the unification between so many factions, had to be different. There was no time, or effort, that needed to be wasted fighting among themselves. Not when they had bigger problems, like the First Order, or the Galactic Empire. If the recent blockade was anything to go by, this was definitely the time to stand together, versus falling apart.

Aryn Teth returned her polite greeting, immediately feeling warmth and kindness radiate from him, despite her obscure teasing. As always, he seemed to be the sun, the center of attention, whereas she remained a far off, long frozen moon. The Supreme Commander had requested that she specifically join him, versus one of the other Acolytes, likely to calm his nerves. He seemed put together and solid in the heat of the moment…But few knew him as she did. Few, had a Force Bond, that refused to let either of them go.

Srina’s focus was stolen as she watched the business-minded Sullustan settle in rather efficiently. There were no extended pleasantries, no unnecessary brown nosing, however, he did seem to want the meeting to begin. She did not know his function, not entirely, but it was neither here nor there. The things discussed within these walls would soon be made known to the public. They couldn’t afford secrets, not for long, not when the everyday citizen was threatening to tear the planet apart.

A pale an elegant smile crossed primrose lips when Shoma of Atrisia greeted her with a touch of learned formality. It seemed out of place in a boy so young, but she found it endearing, versus odd. She did not speak his language fluently but her strong connection to the Force lent her general understanding of most foreign tongues. It was touch and go, but when interacting the friendly parties, aside from missing minor nuances, it seemed accurate enough.

As they made their way to the table the young man pulled out a seat for her and the apprentice murmured a gentle word of appreciation. She sat down as only an Echani could, made of steel, and yet delicate as falling snow.

Bryce Bantam took over then, jumping into what needed to be said, all the while enjoying an alcoholic beverage. Darth Metus would have loved the informal nature of this, and would likely, against her wishes, have imbibed with him. Srina remained silent throughout, even as Aryn chimed in, using the tone of voice that belonged to the Supreme Commander versus her Jedi friend.

The Sullustan with ties to SoroSuub began to elaborate on what was being offered, speaking plainly, despite any sort of potential reservations. He made a solid argument. Srina could not really see any reason the ORC wouldn’t agree, unless, they had some sort of strong ties to the Hex being requested in return. “No matter what the ORC decides, as you are both our allies, the Confederacy will assist in any way we can. We have many cargo ships already waiting in orbit, all laden with foodstuffs, medical supplies, and general necessities that will be delivered to the most deeply affected areas of Terminus.”

“It is our belief, and that of our member worlds, that citizens not be made to suffer while awaiting the decisions of their leaders. We require only your knowledge of the planet so that we may direct aid appropriately. It is our hope that the riots and threat of rebellion will lessen when basic needs are met.”

[member="Miel Tevv"] | [member="Aryn Teth"] | [member="Shoma Ike"] | [member="Bryce Bantam"]
 
"I'll drink to that cutie," Bryce said tipping his beer to the white haired beauty.

A man who always had an eye for a pretty face and hey lets face it Bryce was half Zelton after all so the fairer sex always was able to catch his attention.

"Now speaking of basic needs being met I know a great little place on Zonju, bit of a hole in the wall but the bantha tartar they serve is best in the outer rim. What do ya say after we settle out all the paperwork and boring stuff you and I take a trip down there and continue to work on the relations between the ORC and CIS."

OOC: (Yes i'm totally hitting on [member="Srina Talon"] , wanna add a bit of spice to this, everyone have fun and roll with if you want)

[member="Miel Tevv"] | [member="Aryn Teth"] | [member="Shoma Ike"]
 
"It appears the Confederates are also bringing in more supplies, such as foodstuffs and other general necessities" the sensor technician reported, while referring to [member="Srina Talon"].

"Have the escorts form up with the Confederate convoy as soon as our own convoy is down to the surface"

They were very lucky, but medical supplies (with very little bacta given that Vero's production hasn't been brought to full capacity just yet) were being distributed down on Terminus without a hitch, without being caught in the crossfire that were the riots; however, she knew it was not the end of the story. The arrival of a Confederate escort convoy was most appreciated, but the convoy was not without its own kit of problems. They had to make sure that the supplies would be distributed without causing problems to the local populace. She knew well enough since Thyferra (and perhaps the first battle of Skor) that local populations were more important than what Jedi usually think about these days. If only there were even a handful more Jedi that aren't in it just to fight Sith and their allies! she thought, while the riot police below was still busy dealing with rioters around the main government complexes, accusing the local government and/or the GA authorities of neglecting to provide for their population. But the main concern for the ORC would be to defend Terminus should the First Order come knocking on that world.
 

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