Diplomacy Haru no Yakusoku | Galactic Alliance Diplomacy of CIS Atrisia and Abregado-Rae

[Auteme]

Josiah ​

The pain there was clear as day. It'd obviously been a long time since; she could tell he'd had time to think about his words, to go over the events. It was a good reminder that her father had a great deal more life experience than she did -- a great deal more wisdom, too. More mistakes, more failures, more successes, more mentors. There was so much she still had to learn. Still, she knew that learning from others was just as good as learning for herself. If it was as he said she didn't want to wait for her own O'reen.

"I understand," she said. She thought back to before she been knighted and the myriad of issues she'd faced personally. A sigh, matching her father's, escaped her lips as she decided to confide in him something she hadn't in anyone else. "When I was a padawan... it started while I was on the Peace, I think, and with the New Jedi... everyone, all the padawans around me seemed to be doing so much more. With the Sith, and the Bryn'adûl -- I was always the one at the temple. I never felt like I was helping. Not like they were. Not enough. And when they limped back, or I hadn't seen them in a week, or the reports filed in about the casualties and everything... I didn't know what to do.

"I was really depressed." Admitting it out loud pulled the last vestiges of that misery out of her. She put on a brave smile, looking back down at the valley below.

"In the end, it wasn't some shock that pulled me out. I was just reminded of the people who loved me, who cared," she said, turning her smile to her father. "That I didn't need to compare myself to everyone else, or feel bad if I wasn't doing as much. And when I was just allowed to... be, I was so much happier, and now I feel like I'm helping people."

She shrugged. "If the Alliance started... crusading, or just the Jedi, even, I'd look for another way. But I still know those people; I'd want to talk to them first. If they didn't understand, I guess... I'd have chosen my friends wrong."

In truth she was worried -- tensions had begun to rise with the New Imperial Order, and she didn't know her friends to sit idle or wait for permission. There were difficult times ahead.

 

[Anika Tau'ri]

B L O S S O M​

Tag: Kat Decoria

“You can never go wrong with a splash of colour.” Serena returned the smile. In the hospital, she often tried to brighten up the drab pallet of blue and white and green with a pop of something bold. She favoured yellows, oranges, reds. The colour of a sunrise. Anything to make the people she cared for smile.

With Kat happy and the ribbon paid for, Serena set about trying to remember the way back to the festival.

It was not as difficult to find it as she had first assumed. The general din of the celebrations towered over everything in Atrisia. When you were far enough away it sounded like the gentle buzz of a bee or the hum of a bird as it zipped through the air. When you were close? It was deafening. A million voices talking all at once. Laughing, shouting, screaming. All joyous, and all exceedingly loud. Serena simply followed the noise.

Soon, they were in the midst of it. Surrounded on all sides by smiling faces and bubbling chatter. Serena was not sure she had passed any games on her way from the medical tent to wherever she had ended up, so she turned to her companion. “Where shall we start?"​

 

[Kat Decoria]

Location: City
Objective: Blossom, enjoy the festival
Tag: Serena Denko

Nodding her head, a splash of colour was perfect for flowers. Kat tended to be pretty basic in colour palettes but she always liked the idea of building something bold and colourful. She could just give M1-NI a paint job but he has been adamantly against upgrades and changes to him, so much so that he has ran away from her. Kat never worried since he always came back and it was amusing to threaten him with a new engine or some rewiring whenever he was getting on her nerves. It would usually get a chuckle out of her and he would come sulking back to her. So, she doubted that the droid would want a paint job since he was so against upgrades, he usually say something like she couldn't fix perfection, which was a far cry from what he was but M1-NI was her best friend in most ways. "Splashes of colour are perfect, especially for flowers." Kat smiled warmly.

As they wandered away from the store, Kat looked around to see what events and games that they might have going, considering this was festival she had assumed there would be plenty of entertainment around to do, there seemed to be drinking contests going on in a few bars which seemed a bit much. While Kat could drink, she wasn't keen on drinking contests, they were all about getting drunk which was not her style unless she was having a bad day. Instead, she looked around for something more suited for the pair of them to do together. Looking around, Kat wasn't sure what she was expecting to find but there seemed to some interesting things going on.

"There seems to be a shadow puppet show on Atrisian history? That could be interesting, though it sounds like it is meant for children...." Kat paused, the show seemed interesting for those interested in learning more about Atrisia than entertaining for two people to do together, "oh! Look, there seems to be some games going on, seems to be based on skill and no drinking which is a plus." Kat chuckled as she took Serena's hand and guided her over to the stall, it seemed to be a shooting game, looking around, Kat seemed to be checking out the prizes. "Do you have a good aim for a medic? Mine isn't the best..." Kat chuckled deeply as she held the gun in her hand, the weight wasn't one of a real rifle but she was curious to how good the aim would be on it.​

 

[Adhira Chandra]

O A T H​

The crass Corellian Senator that stood nearest to the Chancellor received a harumph from Chandra as she watched the Confederate delegation arrive across the tranquil scene. Her face was frozen serenity as they closed the distance between the two delegations, but she was quick to mutter when possible"Your paranoia is getting the better of you again, Kaito," she prodded softly, "this treaty is months in the making and I refuse to allow anything" she eyed Kaito, "or anyone stand in the way of uniting our people."​

As the two delegations met in the middle, Adhira stepped forward to place a gentle kiss of greeting on the Vicelord's cheek before turning to smile brightly at each of his cohorts in turn. "And indeed, may this auspicious day be remembered as one of peace and prosperity for all of our people." The Senate Guard in their long cerulean ceremonial robes dotted around the area drew to attention with a unified snap of their heels. "We were humbled when the Confederacy extended such a generous offer of friendship to the Alliance. So it would have been poor form to come empty-handed! "​

Her dark brown eyes flitted to a pair of guards who were already stumbling in her direction. They seemed to be struggling immensely with a pyramid of bright blue velvet, emblazoned with the gold of the Alliance. There was a sweet, fruity fragrance that wafted from beneath the cloth. "On behalf of myself, Vicelord, and the Alliance," she gave the corner of the fabric a tub and it came cascading down like. Beneath the cover was an enormous arrangement Jogan fruit. However, these were no mere specimens. They appeared to have been handpicked to perfection from the symmetry of the white lines, the deep color of the purple, and the bright red of the leaves. "May the friendship between our two peoples nourish the galaxy," she smiled, personally taking one of the fruit to hand to Metus before sitting down at the table. The guards set the gift to the side of the main table.​

Adhira glanced down and there on the stone table were written the terms of the treaty. "I know that we have all already gone over the terms, but were there any last additions from the Confederacy?"​

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Darth Metus ​

 

[Tiland Kortun]

LIGHT
Samatharis Sakadi Marathi Sinvala Gnoll
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A manor? He could do that. He shaded his eyes for a moment and picked his way around the outskirts of the city. In the distance, he could just make out the tall, familiar form of Gnoll headed in that same direction. His staff clacked against the ground as he hurried towards them, humming to himself as got into the rhythm of the walk again.

It wasn't long before he came to the far side and met the other Jedi there. A grave nod as he approached and joined them.

"I am glad that we have crossed paths here. My last time here in Jar'Kai was an... unpleasant experience, but perhaps we can now put this to rest and tie up the loose ends we were unable to finish."

 

[Seto Du Couteau]

Seto Du Coutaeu
Objective Two: Blossom
Location: Festival, Park
Action: Relaxing
Attire

The air remained cool in the park, but even so Seto figured the need for a coat was a bit much at the moment. While the dapper man never missed a chance to express himself in any attire, he would only admit to himself that there was a point of ‘too much’ at times. Of course he’d never admit such things out loud, or even in private company, but that was beside the point. Seto stood up from the bench, he figured it was time to gaze around the shops and pick up the gifts and souvenirs that would no doubt be requested of him once he made it back home.

Silently moving through a light crowded space, he approached the stall that sold the paper to make those small boats floating in the water. The assortment of colours and many designs were quite something and Seto figured it would be best to simply purchase many of each. It was difficult to shop for those who find gratitude in nearly every single action, it often put Seto in an awkward place in how to proceed.

Flipping through his rather thick stack of paper, Seto mused a tad before relenting and heading deeper into the crowded streets. He would never be forgiven if after this entire “business” senate trip to this planet did not produce more than just paper on his return. The aroma of sweets, salts and a variety of spices filled his mind as he walked past several food stands. The sounds of pots and pans, sizzling to the crackle of fire and of course the chorus of people giving satisfied sighs of relief.

Seto paused between stalls, and figured that perhaps a sampling of several types of meals was in order. Now, I wonder how quickly I can escape the meetings aftwards. . .
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[Viribus]

P A W N
TASK FORCE XESH
TRUTH
FRIENDLIES | Maijan Paisea | Aerarii Tithe
OPFOR | Konrad Bolter | Miri O'Hare

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The tightest suit he had ever worn on his body, it was a annoying to wear. Supposedly this was standard equipment the Alliance gave to its military personnel with some special features in it. It was unmarked, to save the heroic face the Alliance wore in front of the Galaxy. It proved to both him and Maij that the few crimes they have done were child's play to the operations of the Alliance, the ones on the dark side of the moon. He was unfamiliar with politics and such, but hey at least he had some sort of moral compass he adhered to. In his opinion, they should put the senators, bureaucrats, and corporate executives in this position if they were so keen on having dirty work being done.

“Maij, you still remember the lil shit that took us into custody,” while pinching at the bodysuit, trying to get comfortable with it, “if yeah, remind me what he looks like.” She knew he was beyond pissed with this predicament they were in. This was no way to live life. He was a hostage every hour of the day with this micro bomb in his head. At least a Sith would do it without having to wear a benevolent persona unlike these Alliance dogs.

He only hoped to encounter that Bounty Hunter again. His own anger starved for vengeance, something that meant more than all the credits he could be offered for.

“Yeah, I hear...well, something,” his genes as a Zabrak didn’t gave him the advantage of enhanced hearing. There was a faint noise of an engine out in the jungle. It could be anyone, but they had a lovely job to do and investigate. If their suspect just happened to be peaceful locals, those were individuals that needed to be disposed of. All for the greater good he and Maijan furthered.

Both outlaws accelerated their speeders, Viribus following Maijan as he assumed she knew where she was leading them. Intercept their potential targets and get on with it.

“Intercept and kill, yah?”

 

[Aerarii Tithe]

LOCATION: SIA Operations Room, Coruscant
OBJECTIVE: Truth
GA: Maijan Paisea | Viribus
NIOAIF: Konrad Bolter | Djorn Bline | Miri O'Hare | Daros Karmann | Sinestra | Jaeger Harrsk
KIT: Lesser Ring of the Protected Mind | Visions of Gold | Attire
POST: II

Tithe watched as the suspected gunrunner skimmed across the surface of Atrisia. While he was no pilot - he paid other people to do that for him - the Senator for Aargau could recognise the skill of the outlaw pilot. The freighter stayed close to the ground, skirting between natural obstacles to avoid the local sensors. Thankfully, from its position in high orbit, the GA’s Ferret reconnaissance vehicle was able to keep a firm lock on the ship.

“The pilot - yes, what do we have on them?”

The intelligence analysts tapped away at their terminals for a moment as they pulled up the pilot's record. “Independent transport pilot,” one of the SIA officers explained. “Past contracts throughout the galaxy but no clear allegiance. A few outstanding warrants, but nothing serious.”

An intermediary.

Whoever was behind the trouble on Atrisia had taken the precaution of running whatever operation they had planned through a neutral third party. The SIA pre-mission briefing had flagged this as a possibility - it was standard tradecraft. It did, however, suggest a higher level of sophistication than may have otherwise been expected from a homegrown terrorist threat. It did suggest deep pockets, as well as…

“Hey! What in the... what happened to the holo?”

The surveillance holo from the Ferret had suddenly gone dead. The hands of the SIA controllers flew over their datapads as they tried to get the signal back. After a few moments they looked to the mission commander and shook their heads. “We lost the sneakship,” the commander explained.

That was a setback, but the SIA never rested all their hopes on just one approach. The controller adjusted the holo to bring up a feed from Task Force Xesh, a band of misfits assembled by the SIA exactly for missions such as this.

“Well then, let's, ah, see if our trust in these upstanding individuals was erronous.”

 

[Darth Metus]

A L L I A N C E​

Tag: Adhira Chandra

The scent was familiar.

As the Chancellor drew near, placing a kiss upon the Vicelord's cheek in greeting, his first thought was of the perfume which graced his nostrils. He couldn't place the origin, but he had certainly known this particular blend before. Was it Alderaanian? He'd have to ask once the dotted line was adorned with his signature. Beaming, the sable-skinned man returned the gesture in turn before stepping back ever so slightly. In that moment, it became apparent that both Adhira and Darth Metus were of a similar mind when it came to meeting.

For such a momentous occasion, it would not do to arrive empty-handed. The guards from the Alliance delegation stepped forward, bearing what appeared to be a pyramid of blue velvet. A mere tug of the fabric revealed the bounty underneath - a fabulous basket of pristine fruits. The meaning was not lost upon the Vicelord, for this would certainly prove to be a fruitful endeavor. "You are far too kind, Chancellor. We humbly accept this gift!" he replied, rendering a polite bow of his head. Attending droids from his own delegation stepped forward - one pair relieved the guards of their gift. The second presented one of their own.

A neat, potted plant. A sapling which positively radiated with the Light. It was a stark contrast to the Vicelord's very name - Darth - but for this day, there was no gift more fitting. "This," he began. "is a rare Force-sensitive tree. One that I've personally cultivated. May its Light be a reminder of your extended kin to the south. And may the shade it provides be a reminder of the protection our union will bring to the Galaxy."

Pleasantries aside, the time had arrived to sign on the dotted line. The terms had been discussed well in advance. There were many tireless nights undertaken by the Ministry of Influence, spearheaded by Faye Malvern , to ensure that the agreement would be ratified across the southern systems. Trade. Mutual Defense. Travel. All was perfectly fine and perfectly acceptable. Flashing his trademark smile once more, the Vicelord reached into his suit jacket's inner pocket, producing a simple, silver pen. He gave it an exaggerated click before stating. "All is agreeable on our end. Nothing to add. Where's that dotted line?"​

 

[Dagon Kaze]

Taysonyl Callenid

CELEBRATIONS

Jubilations echoed across the Spring Festival in many forms. Firelamps dotted the starry night skies, enthusiastic chatter danced with melodies in a festive cacophony, children ran wild from one avenue of entertainment to another; then there were those who fell prey to the infamous Atrisian sake.

Tasked with protecting the festival, Dagon halted his carefree patrol when a volatile scene unfolded before him. A young girl, around his age, in a drunken screeching contest with the owner of a bar. Her aviator bomber jacket just like his but rather than brown - blue; rather than the patch of the New Jedi Order - that of a unit of the GADF.

The Jedi hurried towards them just as the owner of the bar gave up barking about the bill and left her muttering cursed words after him.

"Hey, what's going on?" he asked her with both a serious and curious face.

 

[Taysonyl Callenid]

Dagon Kaze
​

Tay hadn't quite realized the cost of the stuff. Or maybe she had. The drink had muddied her mind; all she knew was that the bill had to be wrong. It had to be, right? "Karking ridiculous! I'll beat the-"

Some guy -- a guy a foot taller than her -- showed up and asked a question. Tay, distracted for a moment, ended up putting the bartender down. She'd been pulling him over the bar.

"Ahem- this woman has drunk too much so I'm cutting her off, and she claims she can't pay the bill-"

"What?! Why are you cutting me off? I'm not done!" The slurring of her words couldn't have been more clear.

"You're done, and now you need to pay. Did you really not bring enough money for the festival?"

"The stuff is overpriced, don't rip me off."

"Pay up or this fine gentleman will escort you out."

Tay looked at the tall guy and squinted. "I could take you..."

 

[Dagon Kaze]

Dagon sighed as he watched the fight of the year transpire before him. He rubbed his eyes patiently waiting for the circus to end when the airwoman made a statement she couldn't back up.

Or at least not in her current state.

"Just..."he sighed deeply again, lips pursed in embarrassment. "Here, I will pay. Keep the change." the Jedi dropped a couple of creds in the man's open hand.

"Let's get you out of here, skip." Dagon pulled at her arm. "You need some rest."

Taysonyl Callenid

 

[Taysonyl Callenid]

Dagon Kaze
​

When he stepped closer, Tay swung at him. To her it was an excellent punch. After all, she was a shockboxer. Not half bad at it, either. And even if he blocked, with all the strength behind it his guard would crumple like a piece of cardboard.

Still, she didn't look particularly surprised when she missed wildly and she was grabbed by the Jedi. She struggled, but not much. Not enough to escape. The realization that she probably couldn't walk on her own came in a flash of insight after they'd made their exit.

Not that the outside was any better; the evening festival felt too loud. "They shouldn't let those kinds a- untrustworthy types! Rip off. It wasn't that good," she said, then a goofy grin crossed her face. "But it was really good..."

 

[Dagon Kaze]

The sucker punch arrived like a power hammer, pummeling through the air with a force no being should have in such a sorry state. It missed, fortunately. Then the drunk talk rolled as easily as it did a moment ago, yet with less hostility and just more confusion. Catching the intoxicated pilot in his arms, Dagon wondered briefly what to do as she kept murmuring. A few patrons from the tables were already hologramming this and he really did not want to be on anyone's story tonight. Neither did she, he assumed.

Her legs failing to register the laws of physics, the Jedi had no choice but to pick her up and carry her in his arms. He contemplated throwing her over his shoulder but should she start wookie again, he'd have less control.

Dagon walked out of the outdoor bar with the Alliance pilot in arms and headed away aimlessly.

"Uh, you know where your unit's stationed?" he asked, then clarified for a drunkard, "where you sleep?"

He probably ought to find her water, too.

What a way to partake in the festivities.

Taysonyl Callenid

 

[Taysonyl Callenid]

Dagon Kaze
​

Tay groaned. "I sleep alone... oh. Uh, on the big one."

She waved up at the sky, then made the mistake of looking up. Her legs failed but nonetheless she stared into the sky, enthralled by the pink glow of the setting sun. "I want to fly," she mumbled, before glancing back down at the ground. "I AM FLYING!"

She didn't notice the people looking at her funny. She also didn't notice that she was very much not flying when she decided that hopping back on her feet and jumping around with excitement was a good idea. She went ahead and fell back onto the Jedi.

"Don't take me baaaaaaaaack. The commander will be maaaaaaaaad."

 

[Dagon Kaze]

Dagon brought up his shoulders trying to disappear from common sight as the embarrassment continued well down the busy streets of the spring festival. His attempts were futile - she was screaming and he did stand out like a bull in an Atrisian shop.

"Yes, I know you sleep alone." the young Jedi murmured underneath his breath. What the hell was she saying?

He scanned frantically his surroundings till he found a small stone path lead into a sparsely traversed Atrisian garden. Dagon picked up the pace slightly turning sharply unto the path before he found an empty bench in the garden. Commoners mostly in the distance enjoying either the fountains or chit chatting on benches further away.

"You can't go back to your unit looking like a jet juicer. Here--" he said as he sat her down carefully on the bench and offered her his own bottle of water.

"--freshen up."

The Jedi crouched to eye level and contemplated using the Force to alleviate her.

Taysonyl Callenid

 

[Adhira Chandra]

KEEPER
​

The Chancellor watched carefully as the Vicelord accepted her gift, noting that he seemed to understand the symbolism perfectly. Until the arrival of the Concord's formal government, the Confederacy and the Alliance represented the two largest democratic governments in the galaxy. To be certain, for the majority of their individual existences, they had observed unique sets of values and goals, but ultimately their purposes aligned enough to justify the treaty that was about to be undertaken by the pair of governments. Her expression changed only slightly when the droids brought forth the gift that Metus had deemed appropriate for such an auspicious occasion.​

"The Alliance humbly accepts your gift and echoes the sentiments of its meaning," she smiled, waving a hand to usher her own guards forward to accept the exchange. This was all very formal, but it had to be. She was no longer skirting along the gardens of Naboo in secret, speaking candidly about her hopes for a more perfect union of light at the Core of the galaxy. ​

"All is agreeable on our end. Nothing to add. Where's that dotted line?"

​

This was all the signal she needed. She lifted her own pen and, without removing her eyes from Metus, artfully scribbled an arrangement of embellished letters that represented her official signature on her copy of the treaty. When Metus has done the same, she handed him her copy, accepted his copy and did the same again. As she affixed her signature to the second piece of parchment she allowed herself a momentary sigh of relief. The Alliance had long fought to restore the unity of the Core Planets, the historic conglomerate of nations that comprised the wealthiest and most ancient parts of civilization in the history of their galaxy. At long last, the dream was coming true.​

Atrisia and Abregaddo-Rae were some of the final pieces in that story.​

Adhira stood and held out her hand to the Vicelord as the assembled politicians applauded the long-awaited treaty. Unspoken among their polite conversation was also the obvious relief that both of their governments likely felt at not having to look over their shoulders at one another. For her part, the Chancellor had set her sights on a much larger target to their galactic north and she could redirect her efforts to winning the coming battle.​

Journalists scampered out of the trees and started to capture the historic moment.​

"What an ending," she said under her breath to Metus and smiled.​

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Darth Metus ​

 

[Taysonyl Callenid]

Dagon Kaze
​

The water was the best tasting drink she'd had all night. She tilted the bottle back, draining it to the bottom. She coughed and hit her chest, spitting out a bit of the water. Her head cleared enough for her to notice she was sitting on a bench. Not immediately, of course; it must've been a good minute before she was forming coherent thoughts again.

"Nice. Okay. Chit. I don't have a jet juice. And even if I did, I wouldn't share it." She looked away, paused, then looked back. "We're also... not in the hangar... and that's not what you asked."

She sighed. "Sorry."

Pause.

"Thanks for getting me out of there. I don't know what I was thinking. They told us to just chill." She scratched her head.

"No idea where I can... freshen up. Don't they have baths here?"