Four Corners [Republic Dominion of Brentaal IV]

[Geneviève Lasedri]

With the supposed weight on her shoulders about 'concealing' her past with the Rebel Alliance relieved, it was time to get down to business and get the ball rolling for the Republic again. Time for a 'tour of duty' similar to the aftermath of the Netherworld catastrophe. Things had changed.

But it was time to restore the Republic piece-by-piece, no matter what had happened in the recent months. Someone was always trying to cause trouble, and most often Geneviève went undeterred and devoured that irrational wrath and the catalyst themselves. She could be merciless. And she would be merciless in this war. Why have compassion for the ones who give none themselves? She had tried to tear their ilk from the inside, out. Now she was hellbent on tearing them simultaneously from the outside.

Perhaps paradoxically, one of the greatest elements of war is peace. Even the hard-nosed Prime Minister had been aware of the importance of allies and gaining trust with the masses and utilized diplomacy to the best of her abilities when the time felt right. But there was no time to wait for the 'right time' anymore. She was a big girl now. She had a Republic to lead.

Lasedri had boarded an envoy variant of the classic CR90 corvette upon departure from Onderon, but had switched over to her personal, modified ship midway through in order to keep any busybodies from actually knowing when and where the Senate leader would be arriving. Gen had grown more and more paranoid as her life progressed--and for legitimate reason. The pricetag on her head only expanded as the years went by.

Entering the dusky atmosphere of the trade center of the galaxy, the Intangible received clearance for diplomatic privilege and was allowed to settle down atop one of the capitol's shielded docking platforms. Moments later, her boarding ramp was lowered and out stepped eight of only the best of the Senatorial Guards. "Let's see which of our highly-esteemed politicians actually show up this time," the Prime Minister muttered, falling in line amidst her escort column, white coat and hat boldly and unmistakably denoting her person.


Objectives:

1. Establish relations with local freighters/smugglers to aid in supplying Coruscant resistance fighters. Lower city swoop gangs have been filching these spacers' cargo and imposing their own unsanctioned tariffs at will. Eliminate these swoop gangs.
2. Establish a military protection force and combat pirate and Sith stalkers on the hyperlanes.
3. Senate diplomatic committee: Meet the local government officials and convince them to ratify the Republic's government charter.

Remember, maximum post count per writer is 20 posts.

 

[Cecily Demici]

"Approaching Brentaal IV, ma'am."

Cecily stood on deck of a standard Galactic Republic Diplomatic Freighter, lips drawn into a thin red line as she glared out at the dismal looking orb of a planet. "Patch us through," she said coldly as several other senators filed in behind her. The pilot nodded and busied herself at the controls until a severe looking human appeared before the delegation.

"Requesting diplomatic clearance for the Senatorial Delegation of the Galactic Republic," she said with a small bow.

"Granted. Welcome to Brentaal, Senators."

The video disappeared rather unceremoniously and with that the ship began its decent into the capital city of Cormond where they would shortly be meeting the Prime Minister. Cecily was determined to bridge the gap with the planetary rulers. The Republic had suffered losses recently that she hoped to compensate for. She spared no expense in her efforts on behalf of the Galactic Republic, a cause she firmly believed in.

As the ship touched down and the ramp lowered, Cecily, who was adorned from head to toe in richly embroidered aquamarine silks, descended first flanked by two Senatorial guards and two of her own personal attendants. "Prime Minister," Cecily stopped short of the chief official and offered a small bow of respect and reverence for her superior, "I hope we find you well."

 

[Lok Jorunn]

Post: [1/20]

A plethora of freighters, old sport vessels, and archaically modeled Starfighters made its appearance in the high orbit of Brentaal IV. Behind them loomed a massive silhouette marred by the jagged outcroppings of weapons platforms, sensor pods, and various other military emplacements that signified a warship. Not just any warship, a Star Destroyer. It didn't sport your typical wedge appearance but a rather elongated and narrow design. Not only were the exterior aspects different from your normal Imperial or Fringe vessel, the interior was as well.

The Trident was a home to tens of thousands of personnel, most of whom weren't even soldiers. They were mercenaries, smugglers, salvagers, and an assortment of other unsavory types found across the galaxy. Though being recently added to the dossier of the Alliance fleet, only minimal Rebel personnel had been stationed aboard it. Mainly SpecForce Marines and other soldierly servicemen were here to ensure that things were actually in favor for the rebellion and not just for the protection and access to funds and resources.

"Alai, we ready to rock 'n roll?" Lok was in his dear old X-Wing, the Wingsteed, with his favorite little astro droid positioned right behind his head. "We get ourselves into a little mess down 'ere, lots of smugglin' and the like. I hope you remember the names of your old buddies from down here."

Alai Itanan sent a reply back from his little Corellian freighter, "I remember a few. Been in touch with one or two, actually. One said he knew ya, but he doesn't like ya either. Nicely done, Commander."

"Hey man, I actually like the new title. Makes me feel important." He grinned when his R8 chortled something about Credits. "Oh, and the pay raise."

"Well let's hope that these Republicans don't mind a few black-collared fellas like us do their dirty work. Don't want none o' them Jedi-boys rollin' on us because we made a deal with the wrong smuggler crew." Alai's freighter zoomed into the thick, arid atmosphere over a vast cityscape. "Anyways, my buddy said he's down in the Grand Oradin Hotel - fancy place, man. I sure ho-"

"What's his name?" Lok interrupted.

Pause. "Jorge Halus."

"Sweet mercy," the newly christened Commander groaned. "I hate that man. Worst business partner I've ever had the displeasure of workin' with. Jorge doesn't know left from right, how can you expect a smuggler to fly things without knowing that!?" If Lok could've said that jokingly, he would have.

"He's a good guy, Lok, give him a chance. He may be a little new to the whole game but he's loyal to causes like this. Loyal." Another pause, "Maybe we can train him up a little or somethin' while we're down here. I just don't want us choosing the fella with a loyalty to credits over the Republic."

"Most do."

"Not Jorge."

The pirate sighed. "What the hell," he breathed. "Let's just get it over with."

[member="Geneviève Lasedri"]

 

[Aithne Charr]

[member="Geneviève Lasedri"] [member="Cecily de Demici"]

Location: With the Prime Minister... well nearby
Objective: 1, soon
Post: 1/20

Solan yawned as he kicked back in the comms chair of the diplomatic ship that Genevieve had traveled to the plaanet on, staring up at the ceiling of the craft and tossing a small fruit up, and down and up, and down and up. Well you get the idea. He was passing time as he had hitched a ride for this one, signed on and had Eve change the crew records so that his name showed up and the AI got to have fun with the Republic systems. He had been hacking into them for weeks, well to be fair it had been years, minor changes and nothing that harmed the Republic. Plus with this AI he could do almost anything... though most of what he did was surveillance and the changing of names on a guard list.

It was when the ship hit the atmosphere that he smiled widely. His body shot up and against the feeling of a slightly shaking ship he started walking about the halls, moving to the bunk that he kept his things in. It would not take long but first came the blasters, then the grenades. His hands pulled the Viola coat around his fiber mesh under armor and clothes over that armor. His hands lining the Trenchcoat with a dozen daggers and lastly securing the saber in his sleeve. To finish it off he pulled his blade over his shoulder and let it rest on his back as he smiled. He had work to do.

But there was something he needed to do first, his form moving up behind the senatorial guard and then beside them as they left the ship, the barely audible words reaching his ears before he spoke up with Genevieve probably not noticing he had been on the ship, his had waving the guards to calm. "Miss Raven, do be nicer to your underlings, you never know when one used to run a 'terrorist' organization. No?" He smiled as he looked at her and then the senator that showed up no sooner than he had, bowing to her before he started walking away. "Do watch over the Prime Minister Beautiful, Miss Raven there might need the help."

His feet carried him away, lingering only long enough to catch Genevieve's reaction and smile at her.

 

[Ilias Nytrau]

-- Objective Three --​

Trade Hall
Cormond, Brentaal IV
Post 1 of 20

The past handful of years had yielded many unexpected occurrences in the life of one son of Brentaal. Dskeyala Ordon Trozkenpfylyat III - Lord Ordon Trozky to most - had in such a short time went from being only the heir to his house and family corporation to the head of both, the transition having been as natural as it could get, considering the very nature of how this planet turned in the scheme of the greater galaxy: to wit, his grandfather had died. As for his father? The man was always much more content to remain mostly in the background, and was the young lord's most trusted adviser. Of considerable unexpectedness was the reappearance of one woman whom he had thought dead and as such, had grieved... but that was not for the public. A tale for another time, for ears in confidence.

"My lord?"

The voice was heard, but didn't register on its first sounding. Ordon watched the controlled cacophony, the symphony of craft of varied design and purpose, a representation of the galactic hub that never slept. He could often be found ruminating on the heart of galactic trade and finance that was found here, in more poetic terms in recent years. It hadn't been that way since...

"My lord? The representatives from the Galactic Republic have begun to arrive."

He blinked. Once, then again, and twisted to glance at the runner that had come to fetch him before turning completely to face the boy who couldn't have been more than thirteen. Whose son was he, again? Ah, thirteen... how simple life had seemed, back then. How had he become more than just another nobleman, gathered with the many of Brentaal's noble houses, to do what had been done for eons? Despite the sheer wealth and power of his house, he was the youngest of Brentaal's lords, and as such would represent this world and its interests. The doddering old fools saw such a task as distraction. Perhaps it was. Perhaps it was either the Republic within whose borders this world used to sit... or the Sith. Either way, it was all business, no matter who came for them.

"About time. Let's go meet them, then, shall we?"

[member="Geneviève Lasedri"] | [member="Cecily de Demici"]​

 

[Vhaeri]

BRENTAAL IV
Objective: 3
[ [member="Ordon Trozky"] | [member="Cecily de Demici"] | [member="Geneviève Lasedri"] ]
[ 01 / 20 ]

After a while, Aliannah was on a senatorial mission. And this time, it was time to be diplomatic on the world of Brentaal IV. She had never been to the planet before and that was for a reason -- most of the time, she had had to be on her home planet Lunar Meadow, discussing political matters with the High Princess, or on Coruscant, handling the Republic's problems. Yet after the One Sith took the capital away from them, she had to go to Onderon, which meant an even smaller chance of ever visiting Brentaal.

However, on that day, she was on a trip to there, and the fact that they were close to the One Sith territory didn't bother her at all.

Her ship landed near to the other senators and she was feeling rather pleasant due to the fact that there were many others who'd join her at the talks with the local government. Sometimes it was good not to be solely responsible for something and she had to be thankful that being a leader had been taken away from her. Now she got to be a typical senator of the Republic and not have to rule the planet of Lunar Meadow at the same time.

"Good day, my dear fellows!" the girl spoke when she approached other, followed up with a short bow before both the Senator of Onderon and the Prime Minister.

 

[Ater Notechis]

[Post=1/20]​

Objective: Establish a military protection force and combat pirate and Sith stalkers on the hyperlanes
Allies: tbc
Enemies: Anyone who gets in her way – but mostly pirates

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RNNM8aGefzw

The call to action was clear. To meet the local government officials and convince them to ratify the Republic's government charter.

She could imagine the Senators rubbing their hands together with glee. All those fossils that had complained they had nothing to do – no real power. No teeth. Well now they had a chance to put their credit chip where their mouth was. They could bore the local government into submission – or should that be unconsciousness?

Ater was along for the ride but had a different agenda – her agenda. She’d become a politician because of how she dealt with pirates and she found actions spoke way louder than words. So she brought some of her new associates – given her role as Director of Internal Security.

And she headed for the main trade port and did her research on the way. Who thought they were in control and more importantly who was actually in control. And she contacted them all – they clearly needed to meet the moment she arrived. And busy was not a viable reason not to attend. Only those deceased had a valid excuse.

 

[Natasi Fortan]

As part of the Senate delegation to Brentaal IV, it was Senator Volcata's duty to be present for the negotiations. She had to admit to herself that she was pleased to be meeting with other Senators, if only for the heightened protection detail of diplomatic security. Her scuffle with death at the hands of those savages had left her jumpy, jittery, and nervous. Even aboard a Republic vessel, or on a Republic diplomatic mission, there was no guarantee of safety, and she didn't know there would be any tenacious Jedi around to save her neck the next time she got into a scuffle. She disembarked and saw the small gathering of Senators nearby. "Good day, Senators," she addressed [member="Cecily de Demici"] and [member="Aliannah Sophia Filia"] warmly, with a courtly bow, before turning to the Prime Minister and repeating the gesture. "Prime Minister. Lovely day for it."

Senator Volcata was new to the Senate, and therefore was unsure the extent to which her participation in the discussions would be welcomed, but she had no intention of letting a valuable educational experience go to waste. On the hospital world of New Holstice, the phrase 'see one, do one, teach one' was quite common. As the Republic continued to expand, there would be more missions like this, more negotiations. Aurelia had no intention of letting the pitch go by. Besides, as her planet had been similarly convinced to join the Republic, perhaps she could offer some insight. It remained to be seen.

Glancing to the side, under the guise of examining her crimson robes, she verified that her guards were still there. That was a relief, at least.

[member="Cecily de Demici"] | [member="Aliannah Sophia Filia"] | [member="[FONT=tahoma][COLOR=rgb(100,149,237)][URL="http://starwarsrp.net/user/4660-genevi%C3%A8ve-lasedri/"]Geneviève Lasedri[/URL]"] | [member="Ordon Trozky"][/COLOR][/FONT]

 

[Faith Organa]

Objective 3
Post 1


[SIZE=12pt]Faith was always quiet but since Alyesa’s departure and the circumstances of her departure she had grown even quieter. Some whispered it was because of her duties with the Intelligence committee but what did they know clearly none among the Republic knew her.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt]Faith looked around at the few faces she could see from her position Senators [member="Cecily de Demici"] [member="Ater Notechis"] [member="Aurelia Volcata"] and the Prime Minister [/SIZE][member="Geneviève Lasedri"]


[SIZE=12pt]It had not felt like the hours it had taken but it had taken longer than Faith expected soon enough time had finally passed and once again she was headed for solid ground. She never did like the cold of space. She put on her smile and made her way to the group of Senators standing about like penguins keeping together for warmth.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt]Captain Tellos was nearby keeping his distance, but quick enough that should anything even appear to be going wrong he would be putting a quick stop to it. Faith always felt safe knowing he was there. [/SIZE]

 

[Jacen Voidstalker]

Objective: B
Location: Dummy freighter

“Welcome, ladies and gentlemen to operation Q boat. We have a mix of Trade Guild defence personnel, kind provided by the larger Houses; PMCs; and even some Republic forces, including several Jedi. I can’t emphasise how important this operation is. Brentaal is a centre of galactic commerce, but the wars have left the galaxy in a sorry state. Hyperlanes that were perfectly safe have become no-go areas for any but the most desperate of smuggler. The Brentaal forces have been stretched to breaking point.

Today, we want to start the fight back. Our agents have ensured this heavy freighters movements are known to the pirates, and they should be making an attempt to stop us. They’re expecting a massive haul today. As you’ve probably seen this massive bulk freighter is instead loaded with soldiers, interceptors, and two interdictors.

If all goes to plan they’re going to pull us out of hyperspace. We’ll make a pitiful effort to defend ourselves to draw them in. Once they’ve started boarding, we’ll activate our interdictors and release interceptors from the holds. A Star Destroyer is hanging in dark space, ready to jump in shortly after.

The republic forces are going to stay to the inside of the ship, which we’ve sensor baffled. When the signal is given, break out and counter the boarders. We’ve got droids ready to release onto the hull to sabotage their boarding ships.

This is it people, best chance to stop one of the largest pirate operations in the sector in one swoop. Get into position.”

That had been part of the briefing, selivered in an enormous hold on the bulk freighter. Thousands of personell had lined the floor listening as particular details were given, before the Bentaal Colonel delivered his speech.

Now it was the waiting game. Jacen sat in the dark, and humid hold. His stun rifle on the rack next to him, his sabers on his belt. This was a four hour journey, but they expected the pirates to have set up their ambush on the two-hour mark. Time to show the Republic Jedi did more than constantly lose wars to the Sith. Time to show they did something good for the people.



OOC/ Others welcome on this mission.
[member="Dair Cotarin"] [member="Alen Na'Varro"] [member="Des Kovak"] perhaps?

 

[Gir Quee]

Location: Champion-class Star Destroyer Obi-Wan Kenobi, outskirts of the Brentaal System
Objective: Two

[ 1 / 20 ]

"It's still quiet," noted Lieutenant Lod softly.

Gir glanced at his wrist chrono. He knew that several intersystem pirate baiting operations were well underway. None of which needed the massive hull of the Obi-Wan Kenobi among them. Such a large ship would probably scare away the very pirates they were trying to chase, yet the presence of the large vessel would still be needed as more of a mobile base. Starfighter flights off of the star destroyer conducted random patrols of the space lanes, hoping to catch some pirates in the act, while a substantial amount of native Brentaalians had arrived on the vessel for training purposes, taking up the space typically reserved for what had been a legion in the old Republic order of battle. They would serve as the next core for the future soldiers, pilots, and sailors that would defend Brentaal IV from any would-be invaders. The blonde man cleared his throat.

"I'm going to go below decks to talk with that colonel."

Lod nodded as he began to gather up the admiral's things, such as his datapad and service cap.

"You'll be staying on the bridge," announced Gir, accepting the various items from the duros's hands, "you have the watch."

The alien hesitated.

"Me sir?"

Gir nodded, "You'll be leaving me soon. You should have some more experience than just being more secretary and janitor. Besides, how many lieutenants will be able to say that they briefly had command of a star destroyer...but don't worry, if you feel like you're getting over your head, give me a call on the comlink. Got it?"

"Yes sir."

 

[Lana Carde]

"This weather is atrocious." Persephone would sigh out, again, that tell tale fan of hers snapping out to fan at her face. It would flutter slightly, not really giving much of a breeze as it was more for decoration than actual use; one always had to be presentable after all!

"Your Grace, would you prefer something cool to drink?" one of the Lady in Waiting attendants would offer, a slip of a girl with perfect cheekbones and dark raven curls pinned away from her face.

"Make it bubbly." Persephone would relay, her aquamarine eyes traveling over the stream of holographic data on Brentaal IV. Oh she might play the part of the high maintenance Hapan -- as one ought to do, of course -- but there was a keen glint within those eyes.

The Senator of Hapes may be here to help ease transition and woo the natives to their cause, but the woman had other agendas as well. At the crux of two hyperlanes, Brentaal IV was a marvelous trade port. It would do well to set up a branch here for Astereus, something for her attendants to do while she focused on the more droll duties.

Her pert nose would crinkle.

Goodness, what was that smell?!

 

[Sabena Shai]

Sabena sat on the floor inside the dummy freighter. While the conditions of the ship were uncomfortable, Sabena seemed to spend her time meditating. With her lightsabers securely on her belt though, she seemed ready to leap into action at a moment’s notice.

While thousands of Republic personnel journeyed aboard the dummy freighter, many wondered if they would be able to properly repel and stop the pirate ambush. Several fighters near Sabena voiced concerns on whether or not the pirates would attempt to destroy the freighter once the ruse was found out. A few even wondered about pirate spies and double agents - spreading rumors that the pirates paid informants generous amounts of money.

Without initially saying much of anything, Sabena waited to be called upon to fight for the Republic.

[member="Jacen Voidstalker"]

 

[Macharius Solaire]

Objective 3

[member="Faith Balor-Organa"] [member="Aurelia Volcata"] [member="Aliannah Sophia Filia"] [member="Ordon Trozky"] [member="Cecily de Demici"] [member="Geneviève Lasedri"]

The orange hued belt capped by white polar caps. From afar this was the view of Brentaal IV. It was beautiful to look upon from the vastness of space. For its interesting look the much more important facts came to mind. The world was a logistical paradise. The literal heart of trade; before the Sith took over The Core and probably ruined a lot of folks lives on this planet anyways. Regardless of the situation it may be in now. Brentaal would be the keystone in the fight against the Sith. They'd get the world onside. No doubt in Solair's mind they'd refuse to do so. Since the only other option would be to have the Sith take over.

The shuttle he was aboard began its decent planet side. The lower in they got the orange landscape turned in to the industrial sprawl he was so used to. Of course this world had nothing on Denon for the sheer density of its ecumenopolis. And lets not forget the fact this was only a trade and financial hub. They didn't make to much here. Macharius' thoughts diffed off a while more. They were brought back to order with the pilots announcement that they'd be landing in a minute. Mach brushed back his hair. "Commander, see to it the uplink to the fleet is set up right away. I want to keep informed of the operation is that clear"?

"Crystal. It will be done immediately sir". The Denonian Commander began relaying orders to some of the others through comms. They'd make a quick job of the task. The men under his and by extension Macharius' command were some of the best Denon had to offer. Most Senators were accompanies by the Senatorial Guard. Some also kept on attaches from their home world or acquaintances. Mach had commando grade men and he had no quarrels with that since the last Senator of Denon was assassinated. The landing pads touched down. It had been a long trip since the major hyperplanes were blocked. Thankfully he got a good rest for being in a chair. The eight black armor clad guards that were attached to him disembarked first, securing the perimeter before he and the Commander headed down the ramp. Macharius quickly spotted the other Senators a short ways off. It was best not to keep them waiting and hopefully it would get them sped off to a more comfortable and interior location before too long. Mach and co. marched off while more men spilled out of the transport ship and began unloading equipment.

"Good day Senators, and Prime Minister Lasedri. Has Ordon Trozky made contact with you yet"?

 

[Nikolas Faselli]

BRENTAAL IV
Objective: ?
[ 2 / 20 ]

Continuous efforts to stop the One Sith from gaining control over any Republic planets had proven to be completely worthless, but at least the faction didn't lose hope. They did not back down or start gaining dominance over other regions of the galaxy. Instead, they thought it would be useful to go on, push further, and show the Sith what they were made of that. One way to do that was to go to a mission on Brentaal IV to get it under the Galactic Republic's control, which was a rebellious and brave act, considering how close they were to the Sith capital.

Maria had come with her personal ship, mainly to avoid having to deal with others right after coming back from the outermost regions of the galaxy where she had stayed for a while to hide. She didn't want to talk to others just yet.

But the Republic needed help and that was one way she could have provided it.

Everybody else seemed to have an objective in their mind, but Maria did not. She had heard of the things they would have wanted to achieve on the planet, but she couldn't choose any of these which would match who she was. So instead, she thought she'd help out anybody in need. Whether it was through healing, transportation, or aiding at diplomatic talks.

 

[Lok Jorunn]

Grand Oradin Hotel
Post: [2/20]

Aside from the muttered cursing and bemoaned words of a very disgruntled Lok Jorunn, the trip down to the surface was fairly uneventful. The X-Wing flew extremely smoothly past the atmospheric layers without so much as a mechanical grunt or groan - and Lucky wasn't even doing much to the routine flight subsystems either. It was just some tranquil moment in high orbit and then low orbit as an old freighter and an even older starfighter made their way down to the gorgeous surface.

It really was beautiful out here. Brentaal IV wasn't one of those tropical worlds full of a variety greens with a purple-hued atmosphere. No, this planet was jam-packed with mountainous ranges, sky-high peaks, and massive valleys full of fertile land. Then there were the cities, enormous cityscapes filled to the brim with tens of thousands of inhabitants, each person going about their daily lives without a care in the world - at least not yet.

"Where's the hotel?"

A waypoint locator popped up on his flight readout. "Right about there. Don't worry, I sent Jorge a message before we got here. We've got clearance to land, but we are getting an armed escort. Apparently we're carrying weapons or something."

"I mean, it's not like I've got a dozen proton torpedoes in my launcher." Lok sighed.

"Oh, right. I'm in a freighter this time; forgot."

A minute passed with the pair of starships making contact with the ground crews before they landed and got situated.

 

[Jacen Voidstalker]

[member="Sabena Shai"]

Objective: B
Location: Q Boat

Jacen had never learned to embrace the anxiety before a battle. Other soldiers he’d worked beside had embraced that inevitable fear. They’d pumped themselves up on it right before going into an engagement.

Today, he was merely better prepared to supress his feelings. Rest did not come easily to the man crouched in the corner of the hall. It was hot and sweaty in there. Too many bodies in a space sealed off from the rest of the ship to prevent detection.

What he did know, was that the sudden twist in his guy was not fear. That was the vessel being brought out of hyperspace. Checking his crono, he realised it was time.

There was a crackle and a whine before the speakers cleared: “We’ve been dropped out of hyperspace, multiple vessels incoming. Stay put, we’ll let you know as soon as they’ve boarded.”

“Form up ranks! Leave enough room for the Jedi to get to the front!”

Jacen stayed put. No point moving until they knew which direction they were headed in. To pass the time, he double checked his power packs, and adjusted the fit of his armour.

 

[Placeholder 04]

Objective 1/Story Stuff

Allies: TBD

Location: Bar, lower city

Post: (1/20)

The Republic was moving on this world. It was of little concern to the errant Jedi Master - it was some time ago that had he forsaken his government, his religion, and those he'd sworn an oath to for his family. He still owed the democratic superpower some measure of loyalty, and he did indeed wish to see it succeed in its struggle with the One Sith, but as wiser men had said in the past, it wasn't his fight.

Best not to get involved.

"A woman. Brown hair, blue eyes, medium height, around thirty."

"We got a lotta those types here."

Cyril's brow furrowed. He drew back his cowl, revealing a non-too-pleased expression and a thin lipped frown. "Twang to her voice. Carried a rifle bigger than she is."

The freighter pilot's eyes lit up. "Ah...mighta seen her. My boys and I recall someone like that, right?" He looked over toward the three other pilots that had been drinking alongside him. They all nodded, jeering and snickering at the Jedi.

"Where is she?" Cyril bristled. He was beginning to dislike these folk.

"Good question. I might have the answer - you gotta help us first. See, there's these swoop gangs causing trouble down here. The kind of trouble that hurts profits, makes it hard to feed the kids. You take care of them, and we'll talk." A moment's pause. "We'll even pay you."

Cyril fell silent. He held up a hand, and turned about, striding down the small path that led through the dingy little cantina. His nose scrunched up as the scent of deathsticks and other unsavory substances found their way into his nostrils. Dirt and detritus billowed up at his feet with each step. Either these men were very poor in credits, or very poor in taste to be somewhere like this.

After sometime, he whirled back on the pilot, a shook his head.

"I don't need credits. I need the woman. Go find the Republic, they can provide you with steady work."

"Not too keen on gettin' involved with the war ma-"

Cyril held up a hand. "Consider it my payment. Now, how do I find these gangs."

"Eh...big ones will find you. Little ways to the east a' here, they got a hideaway. Convince them to leave or something, just get 'em gone."

The three other pilots weren't jeering now. They stared up at the cloaked man, curious. Cyril paid them a curteous nod, and pressed a credit chip down on the table. "For your time. Tell your cohorts about our agreement."

"Eh, sure sir."

He whirled about, marching off to the door. It was only after the Jedi left that the pilots began to mumble their concern.

"He's gonna burn."

"Kriffin' idiot."

"You boys figure the Republic is actually gonna pay decent?"

 

[Placeholder 04]

(Double Posted)

 

[Geneviève Lasedri]

"I hope I find myself well, too," Lasedri replied, not exactly the most socially adept of types. There was even a hint of annoyance in her tone due to the fact that she hated formalities. False courtesy was no courtesy at all, in her opinion. Everyone was an equal. She talked like she always did--which could be very off-putting to many.

And here came that Little Aggravation, the puzzling and eccentric [member="Solan Charr"]. Why he considered himself invited to any event Geneviève participated in was beyond her. And why she put up with it was still more of a mystery. Thankfully, his little show did not last very long, but he certainly made sure to announce the nickname he had given her. In response, Gen held up her ring and little finger in a vulgar Chandrilan gesture.

Returning her attention to her fellow politicians, Lasedri answered Senator Solaire's inquiry. "I'm afraid I have not heard personally from Trozky yet, but that's of more benefit to you as a whole. I'd rather he note how much we value his world simply by a showing of numbers." While it might seem desperate on other occasions, the Brentaal government was in no position to really deny the Republic the effort if they wanted to remain out of the clutches of the imperious Sith. Having so many senators present would indicate that this was no routine annexation. The Republic's leaders would be hearing out Trozky's demands from various points of view. Hopefully, they would come to an easy agreement.

Then again, Gen had never found her job to be easy.

Without word, the Prime Minister proceeded to the lobby of the capitol, where they would await their greeting from Lord [member="Ordon Trozky"], the man who held the controls to the fate of his planet. She settled in beside Senator [member="Faith Balor-Organa"], perhaps strategically. While not one to be concerned with offending anyone, there were indeed some amendments to their political relationship that she would like to define after recent events. For, out of all the senators in the Galactic Republic, Lasedri secretly respected this one most of all.

[member="Cecily de Demici"], [member="Aliannah Sophia Filia"], [member="Aurelia Volcata"], [member="Persephone Callas"], [member="Macharius Solaire"]