".....And it's the citizens that will suffer." (Open to GA/COTBR Only)

[Via Dolorosa]

With her barefeet propped up on a desk, she stared at the proposal from the Black Rose Council in regards to meeting with delegates from the Galactic Alliance. Her eyes scanned between the encrypted text sent to her, as she gingerly took bites out of a pink fruit only found on Kesh. They were asking, not demanding, her to be a representative on the behalf of not only the Black Rose, but for the citizens of those governed by the Black Rose's democratic government.​

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As a prominent member of the Council and the face of the Black Rose chosen by those that didn't understand them, where blame and assumptions of what the Black Rose was doing or not doing could be attached to her being, she would gladly represent the citizens of the Black Rose. The Galactic Alliance were known followers of the Lightside of the Force, where as the Black Rose religiously followed the Darkside. However, push come to shove, she cared nothing about the Force's two-sided spectrum; only the well being of the citizens.​

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There was a time when she walked proudly as a Sith Lady, waging war for fun and oppressing the weak and fools she was forced to share a galaxy with. But over time, and as she began to mature, she saw what horrors were brought down on the innocent and meek. Even before the great schism took place between the One Sith and herself, she was already questioning not just their methods; but herself. Add to the fact she discovered she had a sister who taught her morals and a sense of right and wrong, the former Sith Lady Darth Venefica swung on the pendulum of change until it firmly placed her on the right path.​

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Through this revelation, she had been awakened. Discarding the flesh of the Sith, she embraced a new skin for herself; one that better suited her in her change of life and thinking. Now, even as she ate her pink fruit in peace, her thoughts once again turned to the citizens; and it was for them that she would champion. It was them that she would fight for when they could not fight for themselves. And if the Force demanded an higher price for their security, she would die for them.​

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"Notify the GA delegates on this list," she announced handing the datapad to one of the employees at the palace.​

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"And tell them we shall meet them on the planet of Tantra...at one of the spaceports out in the open so no one will foolishly make an attempt to scratch a violent itch. From there, we can discuss whatever tickles their fancy. One last thing....tell them to dress warm."​

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[member="Chevu Visz"] l [member="Sanya Val Lerium"] l [member="Jacen Voidstalker"] l [member="Ciara Jevnaker"] l [member="Aela Talith"] l [member="Darth Rapax"] l [member="Coren Starchaser"]​

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As agreed upon by Chevu Visz and myself, only those tagged in the first post are allowed to engage in the Diplomatic Aspect of this thread. All other members from both sides are free to engage with one another in a peaceful manner​

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[Coren Starchaser]

Reaching the Commander wasn’t exactly easy, mainly because Coren was not on some delegate list for the Alliance, he was GADF, and most of the messages were filtered to check for space-spam. And when something was done to going through filters, well, it made it to the office of the Alliance's Supreme Commander. And Nemo Ven was a proud Mon Cal, he didn't have time for meetings with outside frorces. He had a galaxy to save. So that meant he had to send it down the line to his sub-Commanders. The trick with that was, Coren Starchaser had better things to deal with than talking. The Commander was a man of action and that meant he took the missions he wanted, which meant missions that threw him into something worthwhile.

That meant it'd go to his office on Sullust, an office he had been to exactly two times.

And with Coren’s office, that meant a Chiss underling. That brought us to Jogr, of one of the Houses the Dawn Treader worked with back in the day, back before Coren lost his memories, but he knew why he was here now. There was a Sith, a Sith that knew the Sith would become something weaker, something disjointed, and then would be the time for the Starchaser to strike. The Chiss, though, using a Niathal shuttle had proceeded towards the fleet. From there he would get a flight plan and head on over to the meeting.

Apparently the group that wanted to meet were going to do so on some backwater ice planet. It'd be like homecoming for the Chiss.

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And at another part of the galaxy, Coren Starchaser was playing dejarik with his ship’s simulated intelligence, a message waiting for him, but little to zero actual caring to read it. That was until Lexi had made a mention of it to him. Looking up from the board, Coren nodded. He knew Jogr would get there the Chiss Ensign was a very good subordinate and the Corellian nodded to his ships computer. Getting up from the game, he spoke to the system as he made his way to the pilot’s seat.

“Contact [member="Rook"] and [member="Ijaat Akun"], tell them that we’ll swing by and pick them up.” From there, Coren would head to this block of ice to talk to some dark siders. That ought to be fun. Remember kids, there is someone who has given him no reason to believe he is a dark sider aside from his face and Coren has him locked up in the basement, swinging over lava.

Starting to plot the course, Lexi announced that the message was received. “Wake up Chevu too, got to show her something.” Maybe he could teach her a little bit of flying. Powering up the holomap, he waited. The ship was stealth, but he was going to take his best tricks to get in as close to undetected as possible.

Were was that bourbon?

 

[Placeholder 0133]

[member="Coren Starchaser"] had been wise to call upon the High Lord. The Dreadguard specialized in dealing with practitioners of the arcane, or the force as the galaxy had come to accept it. Their Scribes were trained to make sense of such creatures, to judge whether or not they could be redeemed. Unfortunately, the High Lord was a hammer. If he saw corruption, he would stomp it out without a second thought. The legions' mission was to do good for the galaxy, and sometimes that meant that good people with good intentions with the potential to become animals had to die. He would never shy away from his gruesome task, and thus he would move to join Coren.

His past in the Tiburons had given him a good working relationship with Starboy. They agreed on a large number of things, and complemented one another well enough in combat. He would be happy to join the commander in this outing. Alongside him would be [member="Ijaat Akun"], the Forge Lord, and one of his most trusted advisers. He'd almost invited [member="Ylvaris Desman"] as well, but after some long thought, realized doing so might be disastrous. He loved the warlord like a younger and exceedingly violent sibling, but diplomacy was not a part of his skill set.

Rook was here to do three things: represent the Dread Legions as one of the more powerful factions making up the Galactic Alliance, try to get a handle on what this Covenant of the Black Rose was (something he knew as a Sith coven through word of mouth) and judge whether or not they were worthy of ruling the systems they currently held within their dominion.

Clad in his power armor, and his expression hidden by the blank visage of his helm, Rook would board the Shortfin and join Coren en route to this frozen world.

"We're negotiating with witches now?" He grumbled in place of a hello.

 

[Chevu Visz]

Lexi's voice over the intercom of the ShortFin, roused Chevu Visz awake with a start. The Mirialan Knight had been having that same reoccurring nightmare again, the one with the dead bodies of her fallen comrades strewn all over Coruscant like debris in the wake of a flood. In the distance, there was always a scowling Sith Lord with one eye, Reverance, the Wrath of the Dark Lord himself, looking pointedly at her before he stole into an alleyway. Sometimes the nightmare was different, and the figure was [member="The Revenant"], the Wrath's brother, Gabriel, himself a victim of the Sith Lord's oppression of everything he touched. Whether it was the dark-sided brother or the light-sided one, standing near the alley, the dream was always a variant on the same theme, the heart-breaking carnage of the Battle of Coruscant. She usually awoke from the dream feeling an overwhelming futility in the Galactic Alliance's aggressive push on the One Sith. As Lexi droned, Chevu pushed these painful feelings away, chalking it up to stress or perhaps her changing body, and told Coren's ship that she was fething awake already.

She quickly scrambled to dress, no longer wearing the brown robes of the Jedi that used to drape her form. These days Chevu opted for street clothes, leather jacket, black pants, tank tops. Other than the lightsaber on her hip and her Force aura, there was little to distinguish her as a Jedi.

Meeting [member="Coren Starchaser"] in the cockpit of the Fin, she gently put a hand on his shoulder as she glanced at the navicomputer.

"Tantra, huh? What's on that block of ice?"

 

[Rapax]

Rapax stayed next to [member="Xhexania"] he was in his standard immortal armor and suppressed his aura so he doesn't radiate dark sider when this meeting takes place...the GA and the covenant meeting ...this will be the first time he ever had to be diplomatice towards them normally he would be better with just destroying them however this was necessary and he trusted Xhexania's judgement on the matter. He simply waited at the location in question for the rest of the representatives to arrive

 

[Qyren Leret]

Qyren, following only a step behind Rook, offered Coren a smile by way of a hello. The pilot and GA leader had crossed her path a few times as a matter of course, but he was still a veritable stranger. When his message had come through to Alex, Qyren had seen the change in his expression and had put aside her reading, recognizing the signs of an unpleasant mission from on high. His role as the High Lord had placed more pressure on his shoulders than he had ever had before; once, his focus had been only on his own personal goals and needs. Now, he was responsible for a wide range of warriors bearing the Dreadguard title and their lesser-adapted support staff. The message from Coren had made Rook particularly vexed and he had, with no little heat, told her to be ready to go in under half an hour. She had managed to draw the barest of particulars from him with a few brief questions, but he had been a little more forthcoming with information by the time she had returned. His ire had calmed somewhat in the intervening time, as well, which explained his gruff but at least not impolite opening question to Coren.

Qyren had no armor to hide her as Rook did, but her calm disposition often aided her in that regard; there was no need to hide her expression when it was often so hard to read. Qyren had left the Deece which had been a gift from Alex back in her quarters in deference to the diplomatic nature of the trip, though her lightsaber remained at her belt as a matter of course. Judging from Alex's attitude before they had left, Qyren didn't think her role today would be as part of an infiltration or defense force, and certainly not as a body guard for the two burly Dreadguard, but only as a reassuring presence in the background of the proceedings. She went because he asked her to and because she was curious-- and concerned-- about the meeting with the Black Rose. It would be a chance for her to see how the Alliance handled negotiations-- and how High Lord Ontanas handled them as well. His attitude when in his armor sometimes worried Qyren; on Aikhibba, he didn't have much tact. In the armor, tactlessness became aggression. It served him well in battle scenarios and times when he needed to intimidate others, but, if the negotiations were sincerely meant and became tense, she worried he might do or say something someone would later regret.

Used to warmer worlds, Qyren had taken Rook's warning about the cold to heart and had retrieved an extremely well-insulated coat, a double-layered set of white leggings, and a pair of fur-lined leather gloves from the stores. She had also taken the precaution of replacing her usual lekku wraps with a white headwrap that offered full sleeves for her lekku and closed around her neck as well. It meant she was a bit more choked with fabric than usual, but she hated keeping her lekku under her jacket; this was the best way to protect herself and be as comfortable as possible on an ice world.

Another Jedi, a Mirialan, was present, and Qyren offered her a smile as well as she took one of the available seats and strapped herself in for the trip.

[member="Rook"] [member="Coren Starchaser"] [member="Ijaat Akun"] [member="Chevu Visz"]

 

[Sanya Val Lerium]

[member="Xhexania"] Ξ [member="Coren Starchaser"] Ξ [member="Rook"] Ξ [member="Chevu Visz"] Ξ [member="Darth Rapax"] Ξ [member="Qyren Leret"]

It was slowly becoming sunset on sekalus that was now a peaceful place with next to no violence roaming the streets. Officers now roamed the streets and peace keepers always on stan by. Even the lower levels was getting worked over improving the water supply. Prices had lowered with the economy stable now they have been brought into the fold of the universe. As she laid back for a moment Sanya had revived an urgent notification of a diplomatic meeting. As the leader of the black rose she had no choice but to attend. Sanya wondered who this galactic alliance was and of they wanted a peaceful negotiation like the one she was trying to work out with the galactic republic. She started to shut down her computers and collected her things and turned her attention her Droid. "Maria get ready we are needed." The Droid was a design of her own making equipped with a saber and stealth. It wasn't to be used as a weapon but more as a bodyguard and an accountant. Maria's eyes looked towards Sanya with a nod. "Right away master." Sanya stood from her desk and headed towards the landing pad that extended from behind her office. Most of the exterior walls was glass with a view over the only city of the world that illuminated along with it's sky's. As the two walked up the ramp of the dynamic class freighter II, She made her way through the ship to the cockpit and plotted the course to tantra on the holomap. She would sit down in the chair and Maria next to her in the Co pilots seat. The engines would start up with a hummm. "Maria open up a channel with [member="Xhexania"]." The freighters landing legs would lift from the ground as the ship rose up then folded into the body of the ship. With in seconds the holo image of the former face of the Black rose had appeared. "Xhexania thank you for forwarding such important news to me. I do admit I'm a little bit curios of this reach out and I'm not sire what to make of it. How ever I'm setting off right this minuet and I am to expect to see you there am I correct?" Sanya asked as the ship gained altitude and piercing the atmosphere.

OOC PLEASE READ

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This thread is for no violence on either side and has zero tolerance for such actions. Those who start to fight will be asked to leave or change the post. This is a friendly thread where we get to know each other for the sake of an alliance. You can have npc fights that are not of the black rose or GA related.

The four below are the only ones to interact in the negotiations therefore others are to explore have fun and meet one another, again in a friendly non violent manner.

[member="Chevu Visz"]
[member="Jacen Voidstalker"]
[member="Coren Starchaser"]
[member="Aela Talith"]

Thank you for reading and please have fun.

 

[Gabriel Sionoma]

Gabriel was no member of the dread guard. He was no former Jedi Marshall, he was no Captain of some ship. He commanded no forces in the GADF, he commanded very little confidence or trust. In all respects, he was an anachronism for the movement of the Galactic Alliance. Not even a Jedi, he felt the twinge of separation from the purpose he desired and the one he would be afforded. Perhaps time would change that, molding into something useful and worthy of the protection afforded by the Galactic Alliance. He wanted, more than anything, to repent for the actions to which he was an accomplice. Dried blood scraped free from his fingers, crevices and finger nail beds washed and scrubbed, as the bowl turned pink. He wanted to make someone proud to know him, he wanted to tip the scales in his favor, and he wanted to make a difference.

Perhaps that difference would come from his expansive knowledge of the Sith and the children born from the breast. Perhaps that would come on the battlefield, saber drown in defense of something beyond conquest and pain and suffering and the heat of battle. Or maybe, in times like this, it would simply come in the form of his silent support, mind rattling quietly behind the recesses of an armorweave robe. This was his donning, leaving the war-torn armor behind in the wake of civility and the hope that diplomacy and peaceful talks might reign triumphant. But for all the hopes he held in such regard, he knew them likely naive. If Coren couldn't accept Gabriel just because of the flesh that covered bone, how could he accept these people and the practices that had been so apparent? They harbored an individual that had taken part in slavery, or so the news feed had stated. And for all the changes that had been made, sometimes the blood was far too thick to wash away. He contended with that truth on a daily basis.

Walking through the ship, he trailed off on his path towards the cockpit, finding the kitchen and mess hall. Rummaging through the refrigerator, he found a Mandalorian orange and dug a thumb deep into it's core. Walking out, he intended on concealing his physical presence for these meetings. His face would only rouse anger in Darth Venefica, if their last meeting was anything indicative of expectations. But for as much as he questioned this path for the Alliance, he found confidence that everything must be tried before a battle is sought. Death was the final option, a costly burden for those seeking peace and change. As he approached the cockpit, he looked out towards the view screen but remained quiet, pushed back for avoidance of angering the Captain. Now wasn't the time for their differences of opinion. Slipping a wedge of orange into his mouth, he stared stoic, feeling the sticky nectar on the tips of his fingers. Some things never change.

[member="Chevu Visz"] | [member="Coren Starchaser"] | [member="Rook"] | [member="Darth Rapax"] | [member="Xhexania"] | [member="Sanya Val Lerium"] | [member="Qyren Leret"] | [member="Ijaat Akun"]

 

[Via Dolorosa]

Since her distancing of herself and those that called themselves Sith, aptly named slaves in her eyes to a guardian that possessed a smidget of higher intelligence than those he commanded, she found friendship with at least a few of them; and one such companion was [member="Darth Rapax"]. She had written off most Sith, but the young Knight had proven himself to be nothing like the lot she left squabbling for her head and punishment; but to their credit, common sense kept their fear in check that day. The odds were against her, despite taking a few with her, and they would have taken her if they acted swiftly like a cohesive unit, rather than prideful puppets concerned about their meaningless lives. So while they stood shocked and stunned and drooling from their babble, she walked out with a smile.​

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"Stay close to me Knight," she said to her companion.​

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She was sure he could handle himself, and though there was to be no violence in the spaceport where so many innocent lives where contained, he was afterall a Sith and the target on his back was just as big as the one she proudly wore. ​

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"When we meet these....whatever they are....do not allow them to trick you into action. And for the love of the Goddess Vahl....don't get caught up in a long drawn out conversation with them. In my experience, if they are Jedi then be prepared for long winded stories. Just nod and smile....and play nice."​

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Opting not to take one of the warships to the planet, as it would appear hostile in the eyes of any GA member, she opted for her own personal ship. Her barefeet barely settled on the cold metal when her pilot, a native of Kesh whom she paid handsomely for his piloting services, ran up to her.​

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"Incoming transmission for you, Xhex," he proudly announced.​

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She thanked him and moved to one of the computer terminals on the ship.​

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"Xhexania thank you for forwarding such important news to me. I do admit I'm a little bit curios of this reach out and I'm not sire what to make of it. How ever I'm setting off right this minuet and I am to expect to see you there am I correct?"​

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"I'm leaving for the planet myself, Sanya. It takes alot of effort to pique my curiosity...so you and I are riding in the same boat. Rapax and myself will be waiting for you at docking bay thirteen. Safe travels and may the Force watch over you."​

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[Coren Starchaser]

Getting a flight plan was easy. Getting an honor guard of soldiers was even easier. Jogr smiled as he looked to the team that had joined him on the trip. It was going to make it a bit easier, but they still had a few hours before they’d get there. With the disembarking vessel pulling away from Hope, Jogr was under orders to make sure things went smooth at the meeting.

Whatever Tantra was, it seemed like a terrible name for an ice world. It should be one of those hot, and sweaty worlds, with a whole lot of hard air to breath. Now, the ensign was making for the end of the gravity well and had programmed in the location of Tantra, they’d get there, they’d make it towards the meeting and they’d see what this group needed to say.

Intelligence reports of neighboring worlds were not hard to come by, and it all looked pretty grim. Still, the trip had given him time to learn and see what he could expect for them in the way of requests, probably neutrality to carry on with their dark deeds in their little corner of the galaxy.

But he wasn’t trying to mind read, he just wanted this over at this point.


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On the ShortFin Coren waited his apprentice in the cockpit. It wouldn’t be long until the Mirialan had made it to him and he smiled at her. “So, we’re on our way out to some world… Tantric or something, I don’t really know, never heard of it. Ship system warns it’s a poison atmosphere and frozen, so … its not really going to be much fun. But Command is making me go, so you’re along for the ride. See if we can get any more Jedi meeting us there.” He gave her a once over and smiled.

“I’ve entered the course. I want you to see what mine looks like, compared to the navicomputer.” He pulled up both the routes that they’d be taking from point A to where [member="Rook"] was. And after that? He pulled the lever for the jump to begin. Taking a swig from the bottle, he tilted the neck towards his student. After having to clear those ships from the muck, they all needed a drink.

Who knew what they’d be getting into when they encountered the people at this so-called ‘diplomatic meeting.’ He was partly convinced that The Wrath was influencing Nemo Ven, but he’d never announce that.


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But it was good to pick up Rook and [member="Ijaat Akun"], who could hop in as if he’d been there the whole time, because, really, this was roleplay and you couldn’t control how others wrote, or what they wrote, or what they wanted to do anymore than you could control a person walking down the street. Of course, if you were Kilgrave, maybe you could, but then you’d have to have purple skin and get your ass kicked by Jessica Jones, and ain’t no one got time for that noise.

Seeing his right hand man step aboard, he nodded and shrugged. “I suppose its something like that. We’ve got a few hours to go, but it seems that one of the Gee-Daff representatives is already on their way. We’re there to be on watch. So, I guess I should probably be getting ready.” He shook his head. How bad could this be?

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Any Galactic Alliance writers that would like their character’s concerns heard, please let myself, [member="Chevu Visz"], or [member="Jacen Voidstalker"] know. As much as the request is for the OOC leadership writers to have their characters interact with this delegation, this faction would be nothing without the members, and, as is our practice, this is a member-driven faction, not a leadership-dictated one, if there is anything that you think your character would want asked during this meeting, let us know.

 

[Jacen Voidstalker]

Jacen was something of a supporter of maintaining a secular state. In his mind that meant that politics was hands by civilians, not by Jedi. There was no justification for a Force User having a say in everyday affairs simply because they had abilities. Down that pay lay the dark side, and the Sith belief that the powerful ruled. However, the Alliance was something of an exception when it came to war time decisions. The triumvirate was comprised of a political leader, the head of the military and the Grand Marshall of the New Jedi Order. Together they made the quick decisions required in these trying times, whilst staying clear of matters of state. After today it would be civilians that made the decision on how to handle the Covenant, with advice from the military and the Jedi.

Jacen travelled alone in his small shuttle, leaving the piloting to a droid. Overseeing diplomatic matters and aiding mediation as a calming influence had long been within the remit of the Jedi Order. Garbed in his traditional robes with only the small hound logo embroidered across the breast to stand out, Jacen closed his eyes and meditated for the rest of the journey.

 

[Zaria]

No sooner had the Chiss arrived back home on Kesh that she was asked to go to Tantra to meet up with her brothers and sisters. When asked to bring a company of soldiers along for the ride - her request was politely denied by the council that kept checks and balances in place to ensure no one in the Black Rose abused their position. She stated her opinion on the matter of the denied request and was told safety precautions where in place. In other words - politics were in play.​

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Sitting behind the controls of the shuttle - she charted a course to the planet with one thought and with the second called up information pertaining to it. She leaned back in the chair - enjoying the autopilot feature greatly- and read all about Tantra. Ice world. Check. Extremely cold. Check. Unlike most of her species she wasn't born on a Chiss world - but she had visited some in the past. This planet reminded her of what her home should have been.​

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"This is Zaria contacting Boss Lady and Scary Lady," she sad opening a secure channel in hopes of hearing from either Sanya Val Lerium or the newly named Xhexania. "My e.t.a will be thirty minutes. Barring space traffic of course." Zaria left the frequency open for a response and buckled her fortitude down. She closed her eyes and began to meditate - discarding all useless baggage from her mind. ​

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If the stories where still true before she left on her previous assignment about Sith operatives working in the shadows in the Outer Rim territories - then the Black Rose assassin would be glad to boot them off Tantra if they tried to disrupt this gathering. One piece at a time.​

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[Julius Sedaire]

Ijaat stood behind rook in a mostly stoic silence, thinking of what was to lay ahead. [member="Coren Starchaser"] was the one man, besides [member="Rook"], who commanded his loyalty without question or hesitation. And when the call had gone out, and Ijaat had read what for, he had readily responded. There was no trust to this Covenant in his mind. Force Users were difficult, and while he worked with them much better than his brothers, they were always suspect until proven otherwise. Especially those who used the Dark Side, of which the reports seemed to agree this group did. No matter their professed and protested intentions, those who used the Dark Side were not to be trusted, not fully. Especially when the word 'Sith' was thrown around, even if prefaced by the word 'former' it was a much more (in his mind) 'shoot first, ask questions of corpses' scenario.

Still, he came, and he came as a Dreadguard would - clad in dark power armor with crimson detailing and inlay of sturdy bronzium, a boltgun and bolt pistol mag-clamped to his thighs, massive vibro-sword behind him in a loose baldric. Despite his personal opinions, he was not here in point of fact to be one of the 'talking heads' and negotiate, but to keep his former Tiburon Commander, and the various other dignitaries and authorities of the Alliance safe. There were few soldiers that could match the Dreadguard in any sort of warfare, and especially against potentially hostile Force Users, he and his brothers and sisters were the logical first choice really.

Rolling his shoulders in the armor, he grinned behind his impassive helmet, the voice amplifier grating his speech even further.

"I promise i'll play nice and at least wait until they shoot you once before I shoot them, Flyboy."

 

[Sanya Val Lerium]

CotBR: [member="Xhexania"] Ξ [member="Zaria"] Ξ [member="Darth Rapax"]

GA: [member="Ijaat Akun"] Ξ [member="Jacen Voidstalker"] Ξ [member="Coren Starchaser"] Ξ [member="The Revenant"] Ξ [member="Qyren Leret"] Ξ [member="Chevu Visz"] Ξ [member="Rook"]

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Sanya pulled the lever back to initiate the hyperdrive and then watched ad the lights of the university bent into a tunnel of white streaked and mixtues of colours that passed by in seconds. Her eyes would fixate back to the holo image of Xhexania. "Docking bay thirteen it is. I will contact ahead for someone and book out a room and security with suppression bracelets. We all be wearing them as well as no weapons in the room and will be confiscated by a third party. This way nothing hasty will happen from either side." The people here slightly know of Sanya as many worlds around the black rose space even those that was of the republic have bought droids. Mainly the vehicle maintenance one's sell the best as the are efficient and can migrate into the daily life of citizens. Although many attempted to give he a bad reputation as a slaver, a dictator, a sith sympathizer she was non of these things.

She was at that slave auction to save lives but people intervened haltering her half made plan. Her world that she may be queen of had a political leadership that the people vote for after so many galactic years, and sith was just another name for those who are evil and needed to be eradicated from the face of the galaxy. Those who she fought with that used the force, was just that. Light and dark was a narrow minded perception. Aing-tii was one of the better species that saw it in a verity of shades.

Sanya still remembers the Jedi code well and yet this line was hypocritical words by those who spoke it. "There is no ignorance, there is knowledge." Its ignorant to see only one side of a coin and make it have the same face on the other side. She could remember the days where Jedi didn't force ideals on the galaxy but now through the wrong people it slowly changed to something that forced beliefs on everyone around them.

The holo image of Xhexania would shrink as Zaria's joined. "Okay zaria we will see you there. I don't expect you to join me, Xhexania and rapax in the negotiations but I have a feeling they will have others there. So it would be good to see us make a good impression on them. Try make some friends or acquaintances. Show them we are not the evil rulers but those who want to do good but with a different approach. If you get what I mean. I think Xhexania would agree." It was nice to see others from the black rose going out their way to do something they where not forced to. But more of us to set an example by peaceful means made our cause a stronger one. We want peace and to avoid bloodshed, all life as a purpose and wasn't good to cut it short. Everyone deserves a chance to lead the best life they could that is what the black rose is about. Giving those who can't fight a fighting chance in a galaxy almost ruled by sith dictators and those who claim dominance over people to scared to stand up and fight.

Her ship had left hyperspace to see a planet of white, a climate she was used to seeing. luckily she didn't have to be exposed to the cold wastelands but in a warm setalment for the negotiations. Putting the holocall on hold Sanya opened up another with the people below. "Hello this is Sanya Val Lerium CEO of Inquisition industry's and the leader of the black rose. I am wondering if we could book out a room and a handful of security with force suppression bands. We are to conduct negotiations with another fraction and I'm making sure everything is prepared. Weapons are to be confiscated before entry of the room too." A fizzled image of a woman would appear the sound seemed fine but the interference of the planet made it image hard. "Hello miss Lerium we will gladly sort these out. The room we will not charge you for since your buissness with us is appreciated, but the security will need to be paid as we will have to take them off duty." Sanya expected to pay for the whole package but she couldn't argue. "Yes that will be fine how much would it be?" She asked with a smile in her face. "Two fifty credits should cover it." She said, it was a reasonable price but for diplomacy no price was too high. "Very well I will hand the credits upon handing in my weapons and collecting a suppression band." The ship would swoop in low breeching the atmosphere and rapidly closing in.

 

[Aela Talith]

Aela stood quietly in the corner of the shuttle, her arms were crossed and her lips had been transformed into a thin bloodless line.

Her expression was one of distaste, and it was clear she was not at all happy about the situation. Her lightsaber hung at her belt, her armor covered by a thin robe that was reminiscent of the Jedi of Old. It had been a gift from her mother and the outfit was being worn to show an air of diplomacy, and echo of what the Old Order had been. Of course she was here to facilitate that Diplomacy, though not directly handle it herself. Diplomacy had never been her greatest skill, mostly because she was regarded as a very cold person.

Many within the New Jedi Order knew that, though few openly talked about it.

In truth, she probably wasn't the best mediator for this meeting anyway, mostly due to occurrences of the past.

So Aela simply stood in the corner of the shuttle, watching, waiting, and thinking about the current predicament of the Alliance and those coming to this meeting. She wondered how the New Jedi Order would justify this with their call, she wondered how the members of the Alliance would take something like this, and most of all she wondered if she herself could understand this. For all she knew, the darkside ruled these people, and that alone should have been enough. Her eyes closed, her head leaning back against the durasteel bulkhead as she attempted to catch a moment of rest.

 

[Chevu Visz]

Chevu watched Coren show her how he plotted the course to Tantric, but it was impossible not to notice how hard he was drinking today. The GADF Commander was taking swigs directly from the bottle and his words were just barely slurring.

"Perhaps it would be better if you stayed on the ShortFin when we're dirtside," she suggested, surreptitiously moving the bottle out of Coren's reach. He was going to do what he wanted regardless of what she said.

"I'll accompany Master Voidstalker when we get there."

Starchaser hated diplomatic meetings anyway. That one with Cecily Whatsherface from the Republic? Yeah, that didn't go so well from what Chevu remembered.

The Mirialan Knight was technically under probation, having lost her Marshal rank for a slip in judgement in which she unknowingly gave out sensitive information to the Wrath of the Dark Lord. She was advised to stay with another Master at all times. Reluctantly, she hailed [member="Jacen Voidstalker"] on his shuttle and let him know that she would be arriving to Tantric spaceport shortly, and that they'd attend the summit with the Covenant together.

She turned to [member="Rook"] and [member="Ijaat Akun"], giving them both a knowing look. A green hand gestured to the bottle of whiskey. "Might wanna cut him off after a while."

Whirling on her heel, she went back to the bedroom so she could change into her cold weather gear.

 

[Aithne Charr]

While all the other diplomatic types and Jedi and Dark Jedi personnel minded their time, solan moved through space upon hearing of such a get together with curiosity and interest that drew his attention. Both groups held a bit of loyalty from him, the Covenant holding his home in their grasp and the Alliance being neighbors to the new government that he wished to form. While his loyalty was split in such a fashion he saw it as a positive as even as his ship moved through space he knew it would bring him something... enticing. He would not be at the meeting in which all this back and forth would go, he didn't expect to even be noted by other members whom also showed their face. No instead he was there out of pure interest in seeing how things break down.

He had a larger stake than some, but at the same time a smaller stake than others. His family and his home would be caught in the eventual war that would break out between the Black Rose and the Alliance. It was inevitable considering the Jedi Order's doctrine under the alliance. He personally was not a fan of this 'new Jedi Order.' It left a sour taste in his mouth to know they would pass absolute judgement on those they deemed evil and with a fond memory of what the Jedi Order of old did to their defeated enemies... it had been their fault for the Sith that currently caused mayhem for the last six thousand years.

But he had a bit of faith, the Jedi had always known when a greater threat meant a cease in hostility with those whom they would normally oppose. He hoped these talks would delay the inevitable war and if it did not he was here to know as soon as possible. The moment he would know if war was or was not inevitable meant sending his daughter somewhere safe and out of the line of fire. The slightest chance of her danger once more.... he already had a cartel to burn for what they did, he did not need more enemies harming his family, or worse. Losing that family for good with his research so close to a cure.

It was something that shook him until his ship came from orbit and he pinged off the others he could find. "Umbral Blade, requesting coordinates for the meeting between the Rose and the Alliance." Now he waited for someone to give him the exact location, his hands running over his face as he replaced the illusion once more that hid his corruption from physical sight.

 

[Coren Starchaser]

Sure, Coren hated diplomacy, he thought it was lame. No, you were either friendly with people, or you weren’t. And it was easy to decide. Were people coming to planets and converting the populations into Sith spawn? Or enforcing really strict laws and subjugating planets? Yeah, those weren’t people the Alliance was going to get along with. But that was neither here nor there, this was diplomacy, which meant they were going to be talking.

And like Rook had stated, they were talking to people who were witches.

That should be fun.

“If you think you can handle it.” He’d give her that bit of freedom. What was the worst they did?

***​

The more Jogr was looking around, the more he wasn’t really wanting to be here. The planet was poison, and they were living in bubble cities. The trick now was to wait for where the meeting was, he supposed. He and his men started to walk the hangar area to where there seemed to be a convention hall, of sorts. Escape routes, where the enemy could bring in other soldiers and where they could use their destruction metaphysical powers for the maximum damage.

The man had a tracking device on him, a distress beacon, and at the first struggle, there would be part of the fleet dispatched to come in and be a reckoning force. He hoped it didn’t come to that, he and his partner had a meeting this weekend. They were buying property together, over on one of the aquatic world. He had put in for a transfer and it was approved.

It’d be really sad if someone were to kill him.

***​

“Cut me off? We’re going against… what are their names?” He rolled his eyes as he watched his apprentice head off to the armory. Turning to the Dreadguard, both current-former-current members of the Tiburons as well, he nodded. “When we get there, I’m going to need you two to watch the backs of our teams. If push comes to shove, I don’t want to be left with our asses in the wind.”

It was really simple. Be ready, be waiting, and if the time came, strike. That was why Coren was here, after all. The Supreme Commander needed a representation, so there wasn’t just one, but two people holding the honorary of Commander, and one who was leading the Dreadguard, with [member="Rook"] bearing witness, it would be even easier to get the Legions ready for whatever step was next. War or westward expansion.

But they’d be at the world soon, and from there, it meant doing his damn job.

Coren was not a diplomat.

 

[Qyren Leret]

Qyren remained a shadow in the background, watching the interactions between the old comrades. [member="Ijaat Akun"] 's declaration with its clear overlay of humor drew a smile from her. He didn't speak much, at least not in her hearing, but Rook counted him as one of his closest brothers and Qyren had seen him fight. If this negotiation went poorly, he would absolutely go through with that threat. Given the nature of the people on the other side of the table, Qyren wasn't entirely sure that that wouldn't be happening.

Her brow wrinkled slightly at the comment [member="Chevu Visz"] made to the two Dreadguard before she left without so much as a glance in the padawan's direction. Qyren studied [member="Coren Starchaser"] and weighed his words. He did look a bit unsteady, but he was still flying the ship. Surely that indicated some level of competency, even now.

Maybe Alex can keep him on track.

She looked at Alex's broad, armored back and closed her eyes. No. [member="Rook"] would not be a help in this case; he might represent the Dreadguard well enough if necessary, but if 'push came to shove', as Coren put it, she had no doubt he would take the course of action that he saw best. Which would probably be the direct path. She had to hope that the Black Rose was genuine in their intentions to forge an alliance with the Alliance and didn't make the mistake of bringing any Sith to the table.

Nantaris will be rolling over in his grave, she thought, idly, and mentally agreed with herself. Even those whom she had heard referred to as "Dark Jedi" technically used the Dark Side of the Force; this would mean that this meeting would violate the one rule he had placed on her when she was his padawan: never side with a Sith. Qyren, personally, was willing to overlook non-Sith Dark Side usage, so long as the individuals were sincere in their efforts to do good for others and so long as she, herself, was not being coerced into doing so. She also couldn't stomach being complicit in anything that would support them or any efforts toward harming or enslaving others, but that was hopefully not something integral to today's meeting.

Ultimately, she knew that her lack of bias or opinion in this instance meant she would go with whatever decision Alex made, and it was looking more like her comrades were preparing for a deception or a fight with every passing comment. What are they worried is going to happen? Surely, the Black Rose would not bring those actively using the Dark Side to the meeting. Surely, the group was an odd outlier of former Dark Side users trying to atone for whatever sins they had committed. Surely, she was misunderstanding the situation, as Rook and the others were.

 

[Darth Veles]

With all business concerning the Republic concluded and done, Darth Veles was free to return back to the place he might call home one day. Right after setting the ship’s course and letting it fly in the right direction that would end in the Black Rose’s territory, the Sith Lord sent short messages to both lady Zarrah and Kendrix in order to ease their worries, then proceeded to meditate and use what limited knowledge of the Light Side he had in his arsenal to utilize the positive power of Force healing on his broken body.

Still not completely recovered from the beating he had received, his temporary limp’s been accompanied by an equally temporary cane. Crippled, but not defeated, the amphibious assassin used the hours of flight through hyperspace to wash away all self-doubt surrounding his loss to a certain Dark Jedi. Humiliated and filled with searing hatred, it took much of the Sith’s self-control to extinguish the flames burning within his heart and let it go, allowing the Light Side to slowly inject itself into his veins once the shadow of anger was gone.

While years of studies and intensive dabbling with the Light Side of the Force took away the pain and spread a pleasant warmth through his form, Your Deathbed’s computer deemed this moment to be overly quiet and disturbed the silence with a nasty beep signalling a new message. With the cane’s help, the Sith Lord rose from his kneeling position and limped over to the main computer that begged for his touch. Its light illuminated the Mon Cal’s face as his eyes ate through the words sent to him by his fellow Black Rose councillors. Not changing the expression plastered upon his face, the message at least prompted him to change the stealth ship’s course. Tantra. A frozen world covered in ice perfectly mirrored his feelings about this Galactic Alliance.

He respected the Republic, despite fighting against it many times – its determination to battle against impossible odds even if only to delay its inevitable fate was admirable, just as its lovely leader. The same thing could not be said about the Alliance; whether Avreet’s unwillingness to add another category among Sith, Jedi, and Dark Jedi, or the fact they dangerously reminded him of the intolerant Republic right before the One Sith emerged out of nowhere, had yet to find a reason to warm up to them. If the Dark Jedi expected kisses and warm embraces, they’d receive none – but as long as things remained civil, the Sith was willing to turn a blind eye to whatever ideology they followed and offer the hospitality imperials were known for. Avreet was not a One Sith lover, after all, despite fighting for it in the past.

More messages travelled to [member="Kendrix"] and [member="Darth Zarrah"], in which the amphibian apologized for not making any dinner tonight given the dealing with the Alliance. With that done, the Sith Lord returned to his musings and meditation.