Faction Diamante In The Rough

[Eldin Daine]

Terminus

A gathering had come together in order to discuss the direction of the new Alliance. The Outer Planets Alliance leaders had decided to dissolve the faction and re-organise under a new structure. Under this new structure, many smaller group and faction were invited to join the new Rift Alliance, it was to become a place in which they could meet to trade, organise a form of military to help protect and defend the Outer Rim and begin to establish a new order of Jedi that herald from many force traditions, to learn and teach others to strengthen their own skills as well as be able to assist if there were times of trouble.

It was a dull evening, a yellow light swept across Terminus as the city lights flickered to life. The skylanes continued their busy crawl between the buildings and the haze of smog swirled as the traffic passed. It was not a pretty place, but if you looked hard enough you could see its beauty. There is beauty in everything if you know where to find it.

A meeting was call on Terminus in the OPA’s old convention building, a renovated warehouse. Eldin had arrived to partake in the talks and see what the rest of them had to say or think about what this new Rift Alliance was all about. Like most of them that would come, he was interested in his own place among the new Alliance, what was in it for him? How he could use this to his advantage.

And would there be a place for the Judges, what would they look like now. For the moment, they were suspended, pending a restructure of their own.

He walked into the appointed room, an oval table stood alone surrounded by chairs and awaited bums on seats. The room was not flash by Coruscant standards, but it was functional enough, with a hint of oil in the air.

But the room lacked on thing. Whiskey.

 

[Alkor Centaris]

What the room lacked in luster and whiskey, it more than made up for in spirit. The OPA may have disbanded on a sudden note, but all of the power players kept their hands close to their chests. With the rise of the Eternal Empire to the north and a slowly resurgent First Order to the west, they knew it was a matter of time before the free worlds of the Outer Rim would need to band together and form a protectorate of some sort again.

But what manner of agreement could they reach? Political stalemates were a mainstay of the myriad governing bodies of the Outer Rim, everyone mindful of their own freedoms and flat out refusing to step on toes. It was chaos that found perfect harmony, but only an ephemeral version.

Alkor had wandered the Western worlds for several years now, allowing his name to fade into obscurity. His face was forgotten. That was what he wanted. No more high profile life, no more executive decision making, no more ruling others. Where they had no whiskey, they certainly made up for it with a nice dark rum that had smuggled out of Sullust.

The man swigged his drink and kept to himself while the dignitaries and the not-so-dignified folks got together to hash out this "Rift Alliance." Once, the Corellians who left the Core had extended a hand to him.

It was time he at least saw what they were trying to build.

 

[Aeshi Tillian]

Aeshi slipped through the corridors of the old convention building, blaster at her side, and her arms holding a large wooden crate that clinked and jangled as it shifted in her arms. Her contribution to the discussion.

The whiskey Eldin was probably looking for. A collection of different vintages, flavors, and types, all from her little distillery on Imynusoph. She half turned to fit through the door and set the crate down by the door. A short moment of levering and the lid popped off. She stood, brushing her hands and nodded to Eldin.

“Here’s part the next shipment. Figured we could use it here if need be.”

 

[Caedyn Arenais]

Terminus
Former OPA convention center

Caedyn Arenais had received the invitation to meet with the others who had previously led the Outer Planets Alliance and wished to discuss future prospects, the Jedi Knight suspecting that his role was due to his previous exploits in establishing the old Jedi Coalition within the Outer Rim that had previous resided under the OPA's established leadership.

Curiously enough, the invitation had come at a time where the Jedi Knight lacked a certain personal sense of direction outside of his training of the Padawan Kyra Perl, and so with the time to attend, he rightly answered and relayed his intent to be there. Bringing time forward to today.

Standing within the old convention center, or what looked to be some form of old warehouse or storage building, Caedyn had come dressed within his more spacer fit apparel, wanting not to attract the wrong attention if they were to be meeting over something as potentially significant as new employment or opportunities of governance that could impact the well being of society in the Outer Rim.

Truthfully, he was all a bit clueless as to the promise behind the meeting, and so he awaited the meetings start with quiet and subtle interest.

Eldin Daine | Alkor Centaris | Aeshi Tillian​

 

[Eldin Daine]

Representatives of groups around the Rim had arrived. One of them was a sight for sore eyes in the form of Aeshi Tillian and the order she carried. “Hello Miss Tillian”, he grinned knowing she hated the title and preferred Captain. Eldin opened the crate and examined the contents, “Be obliged if ya would send the rest of the order to Whistler’s”. He popped open the bottle of whiskey in his hand and placed it on the table before going to find glasses.

Caedyn Arenais entered the room, looking broody as always, “Here Caedyn, ya look like ya needs this more”, Eldin poured him a healthy glass and slide it across the table to the Jedi. Good whiskey like this would improve anyone’s mood.

The entrance of a stranger had not gone unnoticed, a face he had not seen before around the Rim but the Rim is larger so that was not impossible. Seemed the man preferred rum, which Eldin did not mind, if you had death wish. “Ain’t seen ya around before”, he raised the glass to the man, “Got a name?”.


Aeshi Tillian | Caedyn Arenais | Alkor Centaris |

 

[Abaigeal E'ron]

The turbulence through the Outer Rim was felt by everyone, the OPA had dissolved and everyone wanted to know why or what was to come next for them. Abaigeal was no different, she had seen this before, all the way back to the Republic. This would leave the Rim exposed to others that either wished to impose their will on the people and close borders, or worse. Sith.

More importantly than ever, the Jedi needed to have a presence here. Not to stand at the forefront of the Alliance, no that was not their place. Those mistakes had been made in the past and people needed to learn from that. But to be there if and when times of troubles visited the Rim. Was this new Rift Alliance a Government? Jedi had no part in Governments, it always ended badly, surely history would tell them that.

She was here to find out some answers to this, to find out where the Order of the Golden Wing stood in all this. Abaigeal kept to the back of the room, watching the others, for the most part she knew of a few through reputation, Daine was in the Judges, Arenais with the Silvers, but the other man was unfamiliar to her. That familiar beacon of darkness shrouded him.


Aeshi Tillian | Caedyn Arenais | Alkor Centaris