Business and Other Things (Omega Pyre)

[Feena]

Fondor

Omega Pyre. Interesting for certain. She'd been pointed in this direction by an associate of her's. After all, she didn't exactly make any credits from her 'talents' as a Jedi. Even as a Master, there wasn't much in the way of honest work she could do and actually expect payment for it. That was why she decided to utilize her natural talents for a side business. Every major limb of the Galaxy, after all, needed a political adviser and Ambassador to the Jedi. They didn't have to like the Jedi, but having connections was beneficial to all parties.
The tall woman leaned back in her seat, motioning for her pilot to request permission to land as well as landing orders. The only thing she was not looking forward to was the landing. Motion sickness. Always a problem for her. Despite that little problem of hers, Feena was feeling quite confident about this meeting by now. She had to stay confident. It was easy for any sentient being, Force sensitive or otherwise, to pick up on feelings of doubt. Life was a stage, as her Fiance would say, and they were all actors.

 

[Keter]

"Tower, this is Inferno, proceeding with final landing checks," the blond communicated, his hands drifting lazily over the controls as he went through motions he had been repeating for the better part of five years. He glanced behind him, to where Feena was sitting strapped into her chair, and suppresed a smile. They were here on official business. Well, she was. He was just the pilot, a flunky, a member of her retinue. Keter was sure Feena was enjoying lording it over him as they played their parts, though her nervousness when it came to flying never failed to somehow amuse him.

Flying was one of Keter's greatest freedoms, a symbol of his ascension from the smog of Hutta to the stars beyond. He gently guided the converted Fury into the dock, setting the ship down with a reaffirming clang. "Ambassador, we have landed," he reported, flipping several switches to begin equalizing the pressure in the ship with the air outside before opening the airlock to the outside. The blond unclipped his harness and stood up, leading the way to the exit as an aide was expected to.

 

[Feena]

"Very good," she replied, voice more than a little shaky.
It was an absolute miracle she didn't get sick. That would have been a disaster! She'd been so careful about picking out the perfect dress for the occasion too. After taking a good long moment to settle her nerves, she unclipped her harness as well, smoothed out her long dark dress, and checked her reflection quickly in a small pocket mirror. With a frown she smoothed out her long dark hair, tied back in an intricate knot behind her head.
After finally deciding once and for all that she looked presentable, she followed Keter to the exit.
How awkward. It was hard not to say 'thank you, sweetie', when he landed the ship. Keeping it professional though was what she was good at. Even with her lover working under her.

 

[Valiens Nantaris]

Tegaea was waiting at Fondor's main spaceport with a small escort for the Jedi Ambassador and her companion when they disembarked.
Stepping forward, Tegs bowed slightly. "Jedi Feena? Mr Keter?" she asked, though she knew the answer. "I trust your flight was good?"

 

[Feena]

A woman stepped forward as they disembarked. This must have been Miss Tegaea Alcori, the one she was to meet here. Feena swept into a well practiced bow.
"Our flight was... as nice as can be expected," she answered, straightening with a smile, "And you must be Miss Alcori. It is a pleasure."

 

[Valiens Nantaris]

"And likewise, please come this way."

She led Feena through a checkpoint and into the Omega Pyre building. From there to a meeting room set with elegant wooden furnishings and very pretty artwork.

"Now, Jedi Feena, Cira could not be with us today, but I am empowered to speak on her behalf. I must confess I'm not exactly sure why you're here. After all, the Jedi has already used our services on several occasions."

 

[Sarge Potteiger]

As the group walked, a very... unsubtly armored individual joined the group, an oversized scattergun held in metal hands. The figure said not a word, merely kept stride behind them. At the very least he was clearly disciplined as he had the safety on and his finger off the trigger, while still keeping the weapon held in such a manner that he could use it in a pinch.

Once they go into the meeting room, he simply took up a position behind Tegaea, the skull-helmet staring straight ahead.

 

[Siobhan Kerrigan]

Siobhan, one of Omega's officers under Tegaea, had been with the escort and quickly fell in line when @[member="Tegaea Alcori"] led Feena away. Unlike Tegaea, Siobhan did not bow. Diplomacy or not, she did not bend to mere Jedi. To her mind they were still the same ineffectual tossers they had been back when she was still a member of the Order. Her lightsabre, the sole thing she had taken from the Order, was attached to her belt, though she wore her normal paramilitary-style garments. A heavy blaster pistol was holstered.

She spared Feena a glance and then took up position next to Tegaea. Used ourr services, huh. For when they need explosive solutions from people who get things done, she thought sardonically. Admittedly some Jedi actually did their job, such as that Jedi Master on Hapes, but by and large the Order didn't impress her at all. But if they wanted to hire them, sure, credits were credits.

 

[Hevana Martin]

Hevana, who was running uncharacteristically late, slipped silently into the meeting room. She was wearing her uniform rather than her armor, but she still had a pistol and vibroknife visible on her belt. After entering she took position by the door, watching the meeting without interrupting. It was not her place to say anything unless spoken to.

Her eyes scanned the gathered, eventually coming to stop on their guest. There was a twinkle in her eye that Siobhan at least would likely recognise as she did.

 

[Keter]

Such a beautifully armed delegation. It was most impressive. Also slight overkill and potential insult. Still, he wasn't the ambassador and as such was not qualified to comment. The blond kept silent as he followed the group into the meeting hall, keeping one step behind Feena as protocol demanded. His eyes whirred and clicked lightly as they focused on each individual in turn, highlighting weapons and displaying statistics in an overlay view that he had long ago become comfortable with.

Vibroblades, blasters, pistols, and even solid shot. Keter silently approved. Solid shot was often looked down upon by the galaxy at large, though that tended to make people reliant on defences against blasters, which were ineffectual against simple bullets. Oh and even a lightsaber. Most interesting. There was a story here, and Keter dearly wished to know what it was. Still, he was here under official capacity and so kept his mouth shuts, rolling his shoulders beneath his longcoat. He could feel his saberstaffs hanging from his belt, ready to come to Feena's defence if necessary.

 

[Feena]

As the Ambassador followed her host, she carefully took in the sights. Always have an exit in mind- just in case. Not that she would need one, but she never knew. So heavily armed too, but that, she supposed, was to be expected. She was sure Keter would appreciate it, even if Feena did not. Honestly, such fuss over such a meeting! Feena had not even been bothered to bring her lightsaber. It was a diplomatic meeting, after all.

"Oh, please just call me 'Feena'," she replied with a smile settling into the meeting room, "I would prefer for you to forget my title, if you could. Don't think of me as a Jedi. I find that it makes people... uncomfortable, and I would truly hate for there to be any discomfort here."
Her big silver eyes flitted to the woman behind Miss Alcori, settling on her blaster holstered in her belt, before meeting the eyes of her host once again.

"I have not come here to seek your services, but rather to offer my own, should you ever need it."

 

[Valiens Nantaris]

Phylis noticed the coterie of her followers assemble, and could understand if the Jedi and her ally were uncertain. After all, there were a lot of weapons on display.
It was the Jedi's words that interested Tegaea though. "What services do you have to offer us?" she asked. Part of her could think of a few, but they were hardly official!

"We are always on the lookout for talent for anyone who might have it."

 

[Siobhan Kerrigan]

Discomfort, due to what? Siobhan thought to herself with an air of amusement, though she made no comment. Not like we don't know how to take out Jedi if they don't comprehend their place in things and get uppity.. Considering the fact that back in the day Hevana had been the member of anti-Jedi unit and Siobhan was adept at using the Force and her lightsabre.

She raised an eyebrow when Feena offered her services to the boss. Services, huh? I could think of a few. Obviously her conceptions of what these services might entail were not exactly official. "Yeah, we're always looking for talent and people that can be assets to the Company," she said with a thin smile. "Omega offers lots of opportunities."

 

[Feena]

Talent. One of Feena's favorite words. She had talent. Even if she lost everything, friends, family, home- she would still have talent. Her smile twitched at the corners.
"I can do many things," she answered, "and I know many people. If there is something that you need, I can find ways to help. For example- legal trouble? I can help you there. You find yourself in need of political advice? I have you covered."
She folded her hands neatly in front of her, head tilted to the side in an almost playful manner.
"And the way I see it, it never hurts to have a Jedi in your contacts list. You never know when you might need an Ambassador."

 

[Valiens Nantaris]

Tegaea waited for Feena to finish, but was clearly unimpressed. "Right...you know that we administer the planets of over three hundred million beings, yes?" She paused and frowned. "There is one matter you can aid us with; a matter where a diplomat could be useful," Tegaea said, flicking a glance at Siobhan. Siobhan was about the least diplomatic person in existence.

"There is a group of rebels on Abregado-Rae who refuse to acknowledge our authority and have taken to the hills. Perhaps if you were to find a diplomatic solution it would save violence...."

 

[Hevana Martin]

At this point, seeing Siobhan's happiness and deciding she was probably less than interested in going on a mission with a Jedi given her past, Hevana decided to speak up. "I can go with her Colonel, observe and assist." There was clearly no alternative motive for her volunteering, like Feena being cute or anything so incredibly transparent. Clearly she just wanted to help out the organization she worked for.

 

[Keter]

Abregado-Rae. Feena would accept of course, he felt sure of that. Anything to make new friends. His eyes whirred almost silently as the processors worked hard, communicating with the computer aboard his ship. Data, information. That is what won battles. Best to verify everything that was being said. A simple precaution really. He glanced at the woman who volunteered to accompany them, but made no other move. They were within their rights to send a representative, and another fighter would come in useful.

 

[Feena]

Unimpressed. That was okay. It took more than words to win someone over, especially with all the anti-Jediism in the Galaxy, anybody who associated with the Order had to work twice as hard. But that was fiine. Making new friends was hard work. And a diplomatic mission was right up her alley.
Feena smiled politely at the woman who volunteered. Kind of her, really.
"Very well," she answered, "I will look into it for you."

 

[Sarge Potteiger]

It was Hevana that finally drew the attention of the over-armored and silent sentinel that had been quiet this entire time. "I'll go with too... keep an eye on her...", a baritone states flatly through a semi-distorted speaker set into the chin of his helmet. The voice was hard to peg an age on, due to the distortion, but it certainly wasn't the bass rumble some would have been expecting.

Still, it was clear from the way he said 'her' that he meant Hevana... not Feena.