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

[Mara D'Lessio Merrill]

SPACEPORT
UNDERGROUND CITY
TANTRA
NEUTRAL SPACE

A Koensayr H-Wing search-and-rescue vessel was a boon in certain situations. Of all the ships she'd flown -- and she'd flown some -- this had to be one of Mara's favorites, at least at subcapital scale. She had half-formed dreams of playing with one of the old Protectorate SAR cutters or one of the Silk ones, but for now, the H-Wing was more than enough. Its diagnostic unit, specifically.

This close to Black Rose territory, this close to one specific world, sometimes you might find a lonesome soul in need of help. This one had been referred from a local hospital after complaining of an embarrassing rash over basically his entire body. When a local Ithorian doctor tested him positive for alchemy, a quiet dialogue was completed. Hence the spacer in the H-Wing's medbay, and the Ankarres Sapphire in Mara's hand.

"I...look, you're a kid," said the spacer frantically, sweating up a storm. He was flat on his stomach, covered by a sheet and a metric fethton of bacta wraps. Underneath him, automated systems pulled microfibers from tiny injuries. "I can't get into it with a kid."

"Just think of me as a Jedi, if it helps."

He craned his neck around. Poor fether had that rash all over his face, too. It wasn't a true rash, just irritation from the tiny hairs that had been driven into his skin in certain..areas. "Are ya?"

"Close enough. Look, the good news is, you're not going to have any permanent effects. You just got too friendly with someone incompatible."

"The doc said something 'bout Sithspawn?"

"Half a city, a big city, got alchemized just up the lane from here. Few billion people, from what I hear. But you know all about what they got turned into."

The spacer squirmed, face-down. "I swear I thought she was Trianii. Gaaaah, just give me some bacta. Drug me up. This is brutal."

"You have sithspawn body hair rammed into your epidermis," she said. "In very specific locations. Brutal's one word for it. Now repeat after me: I don't..."

"I don't..."

"...need to play..."

"...need to play..."

"...with catgirls."

"...oh, gods, kill me now."

 

[Rapax]

Rapax landed at the space port and waited for the BR delegation to arrive so they may goto the meeting point. This would prove interesting indeed and hopefully all will end well but you never know what each side may do to stir the other....that was the game diplomacy was build around so that is the game he must play. [member="Xhexania"]

 

[Jacen Voidstalker]

Meet me at Bay 3

The message was sent out to any of the other shuttles that had contacted him on the journey. His own wwas now slowing its descent towards the sprawling spaceport.

His breath hung in the air as he stepped out onto the open bay. Already a number of Alliance soldiers were at attention, just a small delegation to protect the ships whilst they carried out their business.

Jacen pulled his robes about him more tightly, as he walked away from his ship. He was quite glad of the heavy garments as the ice wind whipped about him. The Alliance group could assemble here before heading to the meeting place as a group.

 

[Gabriel Sionoma]

He heard the communications come across, dictating location for meeting. Truthfully, he felt out of place here with the intent for this meeting. But he wasn't part of the Galactic Alliance, indicated by the phantom feelings of cuffs and collars, rubbing tattooed flesh raw. Absentmindedly, he rubbed the feeling from his skin with a light touch, as the ramp opened and he descended.

Armorweave robe, taken from the Wrath of the One Sith, though unremarkable in all regards, concealed his physical presence as merely another Jedi among the group. One of little renown, he looked towards the bay numbering and scratched his beard. "Bay 3. Simple enough." His breath formed in condensed clouds, moving slowly across as he searched the landing area for a sense of direction. Purpose was already there, it just needed a path.

Pulling his hood down hard over his braided grey and black hair, he hugged the robe to his body and moved quietly in the general direction. With a downtrodden expression, he remained somewhat vigilant. Carrying the face of the man who condemned this group to a war with the One Sith, he was not likely to be treated with anything resembling fairness. Such was the burden of his genetics, something [member="Nikola Ticon"] had reminded him of in the hot springs. It wasn't his fault, but it was something that dictated consideration. No matter who was at fault.

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

 

[Chevu Visz]

Chevu saw the message flash up on her datapad. "Bay three it is then," she muttered, pulling on her thermals, over which she layered her Jedi Vanguard armor. The Mirialan wasn't sure if she'd have to go out into Tantra's poisonous atmosphere, but she packed a re-breather just in case. Her lightsaber was clipped to her belt and she loaded up a blaster for good measure. This could be an ambush for all they knew.

She exited the changing room and gave one more disapproving look to Coren. She would take a separate shuttle and the others would follow in time.

"See you on the other side."

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The shuttle landed in docking Bay three without a hitch. Her breath puffed out in front of her like a cloud as she greeted [member="Jacen Voidstalker"] in the hangar.

"Marshal Voidstalker," she said with a smile. "I'm glad that I was given leeway to come today."

She and Marshal Voidstalker hadn't gotten a chance to talk like she'd wanted to after her trial. She hoped that he still trusted in her after everything that happened. It took Coren fething long enough, but he was slowly coming around.

[member="The Revenant"] [member="Rook"] [member="Ijaat Akun"] [member="Qyren Leret"] [member="Coren Starchaser"]

 

[Grrwunhoooll Agaburry]

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An aged AEG-77 "Vigo" Cargo roared to Tantras Surface. The Large ship was marked with several old emblems of empires past as well as crime syndicates. The ship brought a palpable presence with it. Hovering over Bay 3 the ship slowly began to prepare to land. From the windows in the lobby of the ship Kezeroth looked down below observing Bay 3. He was the first to arrive? A frown would slowly form along his face as he realized this.

Signaling the piloting droids to land Kezeroth waited at the back ramp. He knew should wait for the others to show first but...whatever. Wasn't like he was planning on talking much anyway. Slowly the AEG-77 Cargo ship lowered into Bay 3 and remained in an Idle as the ship was in tight squeeze. With the back ramp now extending out and the large metal door opening a large Epicanthix lumbered out. His hair long down to his hips and beard aged with grey hairs. Adorned black and gold robes his orange glowing eyes scanned the area.

Shaking his head he shook off a chill that came to him and adjusted his robe some revealing a lightsaber with a Dragons mouth shaped by the Emitter. Crossing his arms against his chest Kezeroth turned around and looked at his ship and then looked at [member="Chevu Visz"] the young female and her friend [member="Jacen Voidstalker"] who was a rougher looking male.

" So hows my parking?" he asked aloud and grinned slightly. Easing the tension was the least he could do till the others showed up.

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[member="The Revenant"]
[member="Darth Rapax"]
[member="Mara D'Lessio Merrill"]
[member="Xhexania"]
[member="Coren Starchaser"]

 

[Aithne Charr]

Solan's hands eased the ship through the atmosphere to the very same docking bay as those of [member="Kezeroth the Unyielding"], [member="Chevu Visz"], [member="The Revenant"], and so on. He smiled as he started to see the ships and was happy his own would not take so much room with it being a fighter, though rather than landing within it he was directed to a sub-hanger in order to spare some room that he might take up for some more... significant guests. He didn't complain as it wasn't like he would be at the meeting itself anyways and as the ship set itself down he smiled and looked to his right at the blue furred ashlan wolf that he shared a mind with. "You know, if i get arrested you are my attorney right." He grinned as the Ashlan just blinked, not quite certain what that even was and the confusion enough made him more than curious to see how this went.​

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Leaving his Zin Daisho pair of blades and saber in the fighter, his body moved out of it and to the central hanger bay that everyone else seemed to be grouping up in. His hands made sure to be tucked behind him and clasped while his illusion remained up to give his face the appearance that he used to have before the darkside corruption marred it. His clothing was a grey color that had a overcoat with ful length sleeves and a hood that wrapped around him. His hands were covered by black gloves that obscured any hint of flesh. His clothing underneath was plain and loose enough for a mostly free range of movement. He seemed relaxed in his strides and movement with the hood to his jacket down. Silently he moved into the same area as the others and simply smiled, watching them and waiting to see what happens.​

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Ref image for clothing - https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/236x/c5/2c/db/c52cdb4d406b9df4c172ddfc8be2be06.jpg​

(Both sleeves are fully covering his arms...)​

 

[Jacen Voidstalker]

[member="Solan Charr"]
[member="Kezeroth the Unyielding"]
[member="Chevu Visz"]


As he stepped into line beside the Knight, he placed a reassuring hand on her shoulder. Jacen had been quite put out by the public display that Coren had put on. She had done wrong by the Alliance and let them down, but publically destroying her confidence and shaming her had not been the way forwards. At worst she had been naïve and foolish, but the Alliance should have known better. Protocols had been changed to ensure they weren’t as easily exposed to compromises again. Now any individual with sensitive information had to notify the Alliance when leaving their space so the risks could be evaluated and they could be tracked.

Chevu needed to be shown the right thing to do now, there was no need to further reflect on what she had already done. In the end, by coincidence, her mistakes had worked in the favour of the Alliance.

“If you’re ever uncertain whether you should say something Knight Visz, leave it until there is a break in proceedings. I am sure there will be many; I hope you like biscuits,” he said with a small smile. “Take the time to think on your actions. What you must try to do is extract your analysis from your own perspective. Take yourself out of the equation and try to see the solution to the problem at hand. We will have to concede as well as make requests today. The Alliance is in not so strong a position that we can have everything our way. “The truth will be revealed slowly I fear, the dark side will attempt to cloud our judgement, it is up to us to have the patience of thought to see through it,” he said. The smile was no longer there, but his expression was soft. Perhaps she would read between the lines and realise he was explaining this for her benefit and not simply for the meeting ahead.

That expression stiffened as he sensed the first darksider approach. Landing bay three had been set aside for the Alliance. Landing bay thirteen had been set aside for the Covenant.

“Your parking is adequate I’m sure,” Jacen replied with a weary nod of acknowledgment. “I am Master Voidstalker, are you here to show us to the meeting rooms?” he asked.

Another entered the hangar bay floor. This one he also did not recognise, but there was no trace of the Dark Side this time. The man didn’t approach, so Jacen didn’t say anything just yet.

 

[Grrwunhoooll Agaburry]

" Adequate?" Kezeroth masked a frown and moved one of his brows up in question. Letting some silence fill the docking bay he smirked and titled his head. " Thank you, Master Voidstalker." he briefly paused as he thought about that name. " Voidstalker... One hell of a name or title." The Epicanthix held his grin. As the room began to fill with more people Kezeroth felt better about being there.

" I am Kezeroth the Unyielding, Previously the Beholder but thats now in the past buried on Fresia." he jeered referencing his own death. As for the question of escorting them to the meeting rooms Kezeroth ignored it for two reasons. One being such a task was something he never did even to guests and Two being he didnt know there were meeting rooms.

"Whats wrong with Bay 3?" he asked while Examining [member="The Revenant"] and [member="Solan Charr"] the others in the docking bay. The ladder of the two casued kezeroth to hunch and move around attempting to see the mans face better. The more he thought about who that man was or could be the more Kezeroth moved around till he was starting to crouch and lean in odd angles. Finally walking toward [member="Solan Charr"] in a slow pace.

" Solan?" he asked with some uncertainty.

[member="Chevu Visz"]
[member="Coren Starchaser"]
[member="Xhexania"]

 

[Placeholder 0133]

"Do not make promises you can't keep." Rook teased. He had little intention of initiating hostilities the moment they landed. No, there were more important things to deal with; mainly figuring out what in Corellia's Nine Hells the Alliance was going to do about these people. As much as a purging seemed appealing, that could not be the case. the last thing they needed on their PR listing was a slaughter.

Well, maybe.

The High Lord lifted his shoulders in a slight shrug. His hand fell upon [member="Qyren Leret"]'s shoulder; a movement without thought. She calmed him. That was something he would need here so long as this covenant played nice.

"We have your back Starboy. If they do something stupid, we'll be ready."

[member="Ijaat Akun"], [member="Coren Starchaser"]

 

[Via Dolorosa]

"[member="Zaria"], I believe [member="Darth Veles"] and Witch Elder [member="Grima Volitu"] will be arriving soon," she said into an open channel between the two ships after both images of Sanya and Zaria disappeared.​

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"The way those two drool over one another....you might need to play third wheel. And remember....as the Code of the Black Rose states.....be attractive in your words. Have fun. Xhexania out."​

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Even through the domed enclosure that surrounded this spaceport, and most surface structures on Tantra, she could feel a chill washing over her. She hated the cold, and after spending sometime on a Chiss world not once, but twice, she found no comfort in being surrounded by ice and snow. Such an environment didn't suit someone that spent the greater part of their life haunting and hunting in swamps. But she was a survivor and an adapter, conquering whatever challenge was thrown at her. Especially one as simple as the proposal of no weapons in the meeting.​

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Xhexania leaned against the wall, watching as people passed by and, at times, nodded to some of the smaller children while she and Rapax waited for Sanya. There was a time she felt appalled by the suggestion of Motherhood, but as she grew older and her biological clock was ticking down; the prospect of Motherhood was not out of the realm of possibilities for her. However, with the absence of her lover Seras Goto at these proceedings, she knew the woman that held her heart was deep into unraveling a mystery for the them.​

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"See all these people Rapax....they go about their daily lives and routines freely without a care in the world. They feel secure and comfortable....yet each and everyone of them are unaware of what is not only transpiring here today....but what the future will hold for them if war breaks out. And I fear for them....they will be forced to struggle for an understanding of what is going on around them...but it's the children that will suffer most of all."​

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"Future orphans in the making," she sighed.​

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

 

[Rapax]

He listened to her words carefully and looked upon the world with her..he knew the outcome should war break out with the covenant and the GA and the carnage it will bring. The orphans it will make the widows it will create the sons who will never see there parents again and experience only chaos before turning to [member="Xhexania"] and speaking. ''Life is cruel in that regard....i know from experience its ironic touch....i could have live centuries and grew into something else...something stronger then any jedi or sith...yet fate decreed me to be trapped at a weak state for centuries just to be set free into a new world i know nothing about.....however war or not we will endure.....its hard to stomp down a rose and keep it dead forever..."

 

[Gabriel Sionoma]

His head lifted to the incoming of additional individuals. While unremarkable in his physical appearance, he had just the slightest unique force presence that [member="Chevu Visz"] might have grown accustomed. But like a noise trumpeted through the woods, it spattered around and amidst everything else, decayed in origin. But for the former prisoner of a Sith Lord, Gabriel was attuned to the fluxes of the force in all it's subtleties. And for this moment, brown eyes turned beneath hood to the man who reeked of the darkside. He couldn't place his face but he could place that tainted flow, the likes of which nearly brought him to draw the saber upon the small of his back. And then he spoke his name, Kezeroth. Once the Beholder, the Malevolent, once a ghastly Gen'dai trouncing through an emperors tower. Gabriel barred his teeth and fought the inkling to bring the weapon against this man, knowing that worlds of change could have occurred in the six or so years that separated the now and then.

But he wasn't going to sit idly by and not communicate his knowledge to someone. So he focused towards Chevu, opening the same bridge that he had walked her through before, the same he had crossed in her defense in the slave pits. Injecting his own memory into her mind, across the small distance that separated them, he revealed to her the untimely demise of the Dark Lord of the Sith. But even more so, he showed her, from his own eyes, the actions of a Gen'dai. This man may have not been a sith, but he reeked of that same embodiment. The sort of presence that made him nearly buck in response. But instead, he would give the information to those who might be able to use it. The memories given to the woman would come to her in panoramic blasts of imagery, the movement through and the killing of the Dark Jedi that had slain the Emperor. The expression was rich in intent, destruction and dismay pushed aside for the chance to control.

<<Chevu...He may look different, but Kezeroth isn't to be trusted.>>

Closing his eyes, his eidetic memory pushed on to the woman for the benefit of this meeting and the sake of honesty, he pulled his hood down and dropped his arms. Walking from the path of Kezeroth, he bared his teeth as he approached Chevu and Jacen.

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

 

[Sanya Val Lerium]

[member="Xhexania"] Ξ [member="Kezeroth the Unyielding"] Ξ [member="Darth Rapax"] Ξ [member="Solan Charr"] Ξ [member="Qyren Leret"] Ξ [member="Darth Veles"] Ξ [member="Aela Talith"] Ξ [member="Ijaat Akun"] [member="Zaria"] Ξ [member="Coren Starchaser"] Ξ [member="Rook"] Ξ [member="Jacen Voidstalker"] Ξ [member="Chevu Visz"] Ξ [member="The Revenant"] Ξ [member="Mara D'Lessio Merrill"]

Sanya's ship had now docked at the hanger bay thirteen. Shed received notification that some of those wishing to meet had came along with company as expected. Although only the four listed for the meeting had places in the meeting room. She had the feeling that these people had the wrong idea and lead of fauls information. Honestly she expected as such, people was ignorant to a truth they didn't want to hear. Just like these people may have heard falsified rumors and fake information the same had been done about them. One of them been they are just as ruthless and cold as the one sith and possibly as evil. Sanya wanted to see this with her own eyes and make her own judgment about them. If s treaty can be made with them then that was good, allies was needed. If not then maybe some kind of pact the remain out of each other affairs. The black rose are not bad people, sure mistakes have happened in the past and Sanya is guiding them to a better life. The words dark and light no longer apply it is just the force. Letting go of such stereotype have made them better and more open minded of their actions.

She would stand from her seat and collecting her sabers from the hook she hung them on. She had no intentions to use them unless she needed to defend herself and her members. But she had hope it didn't need to resort to violence both verbally or physically. "Maria let us head to the room. Once there we will set out the message the meeting is ready to start when all participants have arrived." Before she would leave Sanya would also pick up a holo recorder. This was both to collect data to review later and if anything happened it would prove the black roses innocents. "I will need you to wait outside the room when we are there maira, I don't want them to have the wrong idea but you will be patched into my visor so you can see everything. If something happens pull the others out first I will handle myself." She said, her voice was a little shaky not like the Droid could tell all that well. But she was worried for those she called a family. It felt like a trap, hey probably was. They called us out we responded. Sanya was only half prepared for a trap. Someone could easily brake into the meeting and attempt to assassinate the leaders of the black rose, she didn't worry her family would do that as they where under strict orders not to fight and if they did punishment would be conducted.

Sanya's feet came down hard at each step that came out like a 4/4 beat. Her heart felt as if it was in beats of 16ths and her eyes cautiously moving to watch the surroundings of the long hall way. Along the way she had caught up with Xhexania and Rapax. Her walk I speed clearly showed off she was distracted. "Ready for what is to happen? Because honestly I'm not." Her eyes would look at venefica and rapex up and down looking at their apparel. Was there casual look and they walked with such confidence. Sanya too had her casual clothes on along with her famous cloak. But everything about how she moved and spoke made it obvious she was scared.

Turning the corner was a small waiting room and a large opened door. In the room behind the door sat a white and gray oval table with chairs either side. Guards stood in the room and at the guard of it's entrance. Besides them was a trolley with large metal boxes, and another box with the suppression bands in. She would approach them with a small forced smile on her lips. Holding out her arm she gave the guard with the highest rank a small plastic case that had the agreed credits. "Here you go. I presume weapons in the trolley?." The man would nod. "That is correct and thank you. Before you enter we will need to scan you for anything that may be concealed as a weapon. Then you may collect the band and enter." She would just bow her head with the same forced smile putting the sabers in the trolley neatly. "My Droid will remain out here and while in there will be under your orders. It is hear to make sure no one else other than the agreed council are to enter. These are a delicate negotiation and I would like for nothing to interfere." She said with a monotone like voice as they scanned her and proceeded to collect the force suppression wrist band. "Your clear to enter, good luck." Her feet would begin to move again into the room as she looked back. "Thank you, and thank you for having men of duty of this I grately appreciate it."

She would sit down and send out the message to begin to waiting. Time felt as it passed slowly and she'd rather be with her fiancé right now. Something about the thought of been held tight in her arms calmed her down lot's and right now that is what she needed. Sanya was nervous, this was her first diplomatic situation. She just hoped she wouldn't let everyone down. Her eyes would move to the door as she watched the other two go through the same process of been unarmed and suppression bands on their wrists. Some may see it as over kill but caution never killed. As she waited now Sanya would begin to set up the holo recorder before the session started.

 

[Aithne Charr]

[member="Kezeroth the Unyielding"]

Solan smiled as Kezeroth made his way over to himself and raised a brow at the man with whom he had once known as a Gendai. Now he was looking at an Epicanthix with whom he had no knowledge of how his transfer had transpired. "Kezeroth, a long time since i had the... pleasure? I must say that i am amazed you are actually alive and kicking. Further i am surprised that you are here today as i had not known your being a Rose or a Light... so do tell me. Which is it that you are, though considering the reaction you received, im going to suspect you are of the Rose?" He ran a hand out from behind him before leaving it to travel out before him and be held in ready for a quick handshake.

His eyes traveled a bit past Kezeroth to those two whom he had been conversing with and raised a brow as he nodded in respect to them. Those being [member="Chevu Visz"] and [member="Jacen Voidstalker"]. He was curious about what might be going between their minds and in hushed tones but it was beyond his worry to truly know or ask. So he simply gave them the quick nod of his head while his hand shook that of Kezeroth's should he reach out and only then would his hand cross behind his back once more. "You know Kezeroth, we never got in a good fight, we really should do that now that we are on more... equal grounds."

 

[Chevu Visz]

Chevu smiled at Master Voidstalker's words of advice. She wasn't sure, but Jacen seemed to be referring to more than just the meeting ahead. Perhaps his words could be applied to her situation with [member="The Revenant"], the man over whom she lost her Marshal rank. The Alliance still didn't fully trust Gabriel, and with good reason: he shared the chiseled face of their enemy, and once shared his tattooed body as well. It was a Sisyphean task for Gabriel, but he was slowly winning a small measure of freedom here and there. His compassionate deeds, such as giving the Alliance crucial information about the hierarchy of the One Sith, and leading relief efforts for refugees on Fondor, were slowly winning over the naysayers, or so the Mirialan hoped.

"Thank you Master Voidstalker," Chevu answered softly, breath visible in the chill of the hangar. "I will do my best to let my judgement stay unclouded."

The Knight decided that she would follow Voidstalker's lead in these proceedings. Having been stripped of a leadership title recently, she was lucky to be attending at all. She hoped to make Master Voidstalker proud of her again, and this was a good chance to show that she was deserving of winning back her rank. As she raised her onyx gaze to the docking bay, a tall man approached them, calling himself Kezeroth the Unyielding, and Chevu introduced herself after Jacen.

"Chevu Visz of the New Jedi Order," she said to Kezeroth and the other man who approached them, Solan. Was that a wolf at his side? Chevu raised an eyebrow at the blue-furred creature, but said nothing about it.

Unexpectedly, Chevu felt the unmistakable presence of Gabriel in her mind. The two Force users shared a mind link ever since Gabe shared his memories with her. Just as he'd done in his jail cell back on Sullust, Gabriel showed her one more memory, this time of a Gen'dai slaying a Sith Emperor. Gabriel warned that Kezeroth The Beholder, the sagely-looking fellow who'd just joined them was not to be trusted. She did not completely understand what she was being shown, as the man looked no more Gen'dai than she looked Twi'lek, but if Gabriel told her that this person was suspect, she believed him.

Chevu smiled broadly at Gabriel as he approached, glad to see him bereft of his control collar and cuffs, and mouthed the words, "thank you." Her hand absently brushed her hip where her lightsaber sat. She would be prepared for anything.

She turned to Master Voidstalker. "Is this everyone? Should we head out?"

[member="Solan Charr"] [member="Sanya Val Lerium"] [member="Darth Rapax"] [member="Xhexania"] [member="Jacen Voidstalker"] [member="Kezeroth the Unyielding"] [member="Rook"] [member="Coren Starchaser"] [member="Darth Veles"] [member="Qyren Leret"] [member="Ijaat Akun"]

 

[Coren Starchaser]

Jogr wasn’t really a fan of this world. Poison and ice? Seemed like the worst Pokemon type. Just add a tail and some canine teeth and he’d just be completely done with it. But well, he didn’t really have another option. The Chiss had found his way to where the so-called meeting room was. It was going to be some kind of pressure if no one else showed up, but finding the corner and then seeing colors he recognized, the military representative smiled.

Approaching the pair, he nodded to the one that hld any rank he cared about. “Marshal Voidstalker, Jedi Visz. Good to see that the Order sent someone here as well.” He wasn’t looking forward to dealing with these beasts on his own. “When does the meeting start?” He ran his hands through his black hair, glowing red eyes surveying the ship and the… pilot.

Full of yourself much? Introductions with a title? That’s like walking in and being announced that you work the front counter at McYoda. Not many people care.

‘Oh, you work at McYoda? I did it too, back when I was a teen…’

‘That’s great, its not bad, aside from the fact that I’m 35 and can’t get financing for a Republic-made speeder.’

But his face remained stoic.

[member="Jacen Voidstalker"]
[member="Chevu Visz"]
[member="Kezeroth the Unyielding"]

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Coren Starchaer, on the other hand, had many things better to do than sit in some meeting. He was just waiting for when it was shown that it was time to move in. He had some of the Dreadguard and… was Qyren a supporting staff? He knew that she was connected to Rook, and that was good enough for him.

Looking out through the viewports, Coren shrugged. “We’ve probably got some time to waste, anyone up for a game of sabacc? I’ll deal.” He reached for the deck of cards and nodded towards the table on the ship. He figured he’d be able to feel if something went wrong with is apprentice, and then it would be time to move. With Rook and Ijaat and Qyren, Coren was feeling that he could very easily even the odds.

[member="Rook"]
[member="Ijaat Akun"]
[member="Qyren Leret"]

 

[Qyren Leret]

Qyren blinked in surprise. Though [member="Chevu Visz"] had suggested he stay behind, Qyren hadn't thought he would agree, let alone suggest whiling away the time. Perhaps he did have full confidence in the negotiating skills of the other members of the Alliance representing their faction.

If they are calm about it, than there's nothing to worry about for now.

Rising from her seat, Qyren followed Coren's gesture and took a seat at the table, looking to Rook and Ijaat with a smile. She had played a few hands of sabaac with the Rangers at one point, so she was fairly certain she remembered the strategy of the game, but whether she did or not would become clear sooner rather than later, she imagined.

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

 

[Grima Volitu]

Her comlink pinged breaking the peaceful silence she had been enduring for the past couple of days. She was the oldest - and by far the wisest - of those in the Black Rose and needed time to herself. When the mood grabbed her it tossed her to the shores of Keshtah Minor where she could relax and reflect on her life. Moving into her twilight years she found more questions than answers regarding the galaxy and wondered what legacy she would leave behind. Her former Apprentice - Darth Veles - had grown up so much right before her eyes and the news of his defeat at Contrumm left a sour taste in her mouth. She couldn't fault him for racing off to war but she would fault him for fighting for the One Sith.

The comlink pinged again. She ignored it for now soaking up the last vestige of the day whilst indulging in the sights of the furry sea creatures as they danced and zig-zagged through the waters. She envied such creatures. Their lives held simplicity - where she was stoic in the best of times. Watching the pups splashing and chittering warmed her ancient heart. This was what the galaxy had failed to understand - enjoying life to the fullest. The galaxy only understood two concepts - oppression and war. Grima couldn't hold that against it - it was all the galaxy knew since it's infancy. Changes was what the galaxy needed but she was wise enough to know that old dog was beyond learning new tricks. So while the galaxy surprised her with new inventive ways to rip itself apart - she would take solace in believing that the galaxy could be saved.

Thrice the comlink pinged. "Yes?" Grima listened to what the disembodied voice told her frowning slightly. With the voice concluding with it's not-so-pleasant news she replied, "I'll head to Tantra straightaway." She didn't hate Jedi or those claiming to be Jedi. No - she hated those who believed they were fighting the good fight using tactics unbecoming of a good-natured soul. Here was this lot that preached for several millennia that their sole duty was to fight the agents of the Dark Side and protect those unable to do so for themselves. Yet somewhere along the way they had managed to muddle their own philosophies turning themselves into the same entity they had sworn to fight. They had become everything but Sith in name. She hated the Sith - so it was likely she would hate this new group as well.

Walking back to her speeder she recalled what she had learned about this Galactic Alliance - who referred to themselves as some sort of Light Side militant group content on destroying the Dark Side. Both of these seemed rather odd to her. The former made no sense to her. Since when did the words militant and Jedi become associated with one another in the same breath? Then their undying crusade to destroy the Dark Side was rather foolish. The Force needed to be balanced and without both the Light and Dark to keep it there - the Force would fall into turmoil. Besides - she wondered - if these fools knew the history of the Force at all. Both concepts of the Force had nearly destroyed one another many times over - and just as it was the will of the Force - both sides nearly undone made miraculous returns. This crusade of theirs was pointless. In the end all they would accomplish is putting another wound in the Force.

[member="Darth Veles"]

 

[Darth Veles]

A sparkling light blue flash of a hyperspace tunnel materialized out of nowhere and spat out Your Deathbed in Tantra’s direction. The Phasma-class infiltrator’s elegant, sleek curves soundlessly cut through the oppressing black vastness of space, slowly closing its distance with the frozen ball of ice graciously hosting today’s meeting. Hands of Darth Veles controlled the ship from within its belly and carefully guided the Sith Lord’s personal durasteel beast in the right direction as it cut through Tantra’s atmosphere and headed towards one of the few skeletal structures towering above the mass of thick ice covering the entire planet, sticking out and beckoning visitors to land. One of the few places connecting this seemingly uninhabited wasteland with the rest of the galaxy, a large spaceport in the middle of nowhere, allowed Veles’ ship to slip into its welcoming embrace before it closed like a giant maw and finally separated the ship from the planet’s poisonous atmosphere.

Finally, safe within the large docking bay’s safe confines built within a massive glacier, the Sith Lord was free to turn off his beloved stealth vessel’s engines off and hobble towards the door that opened and let in a chilling breeze, which was completely ignored by the Mon Calamari; possibly because of the heavy, dark cloak wrapped around his form. Despite its qualities, it did not hide his left hand wielding a cane that positively announced his presence as he descended his ship’s ramp, each step followed by a click as the dark, glossy stick impacted on metal. Each step was visibly a battle, yet Veles would not allow a little hurt to stop his steady pace. If only the Dark Jedi responsible for the temporary scar on the Makashi user’s otherwise perfect footwork saw him now! Defeated, but not quite finished. Even the Sith Lord’s neutral signature he radiated displayed no doubt and no lack of purpose, letting those sensitive to the Force feel his arrival like another set of ripples in a massive sea connecting all living beings. Avreet made no attempt to hide his presence or adjust it in any way despite possessing the knowledge to do so – whether it worked out in his favour or not remained to be seen.

Something he recognized very well embraced him through the Force, casting a smile upon the amphibian’s lips.

Three more limps and the sound of his footsteps vanished with one last click of the cane. Both large eyes in colour of autumn orange darted around, calmly observing the docking back, slowly shifting towards one certain being. She was there. [member="Grima Volitu"], as perfect as ever, a heavenly beauty entombed between impenetrable walls of ice and durasteel, Force knows how deep underneath the surface. Just the sight of her red skin sent shivers of excitement down the Sith Lord’s body, paralyzing him for a second. No matter how many times his eyes fell upon the perfect figure, the Sith still wanted her just as much as the first time she claimed his body. With his head turned towards the charming and elegant woman still, the Sith firmly grasped the cane and marched up to her without a single limp, confident and powerful steps that did not belong to a cripple, his voice as cheerful and happy as his expression when he spoke.

“My inspiration, just the sight of you fills me with passionate warmth. Please, allow me to repay you,” the amphibious assassin said gently, offering a disarming smile so common to him, and undid the cloak covering his body, letting the cloth slide off his shoulders before it found its new owner in the Togruta, warming her perfection.

A passionate kiss placed upon her hand was a promise of things soon to come.

"Heavenly love, forgive me for my brief absence; I am truly sorry for leaving you alone in such an abrupt manner. Please, let me invite you for a drink - be it tea or wine - and then we can mingle with those militant children who have a massive army at their disposal before I finally satisfy your cravings, my queen!"