In Medias Res

[Geneviève Lasedri]

Once upon a time, a dark-haired Chandrilan girl had grown up in the home of one of the most powerful communications moguls on the planet. Surrounded by all forms of media, she had been privileged with all sorts of knowledge and had been given access to all sorts of trivialities. Adrik Turov seemed a familiar name. The grown woman pondered over which holos had featured the man, but eventually dismissed any concern with those little facts as her thoughts were drawn away by the security personnel maintaining the entrance to the skyscraper.

She never liked to tell people who she was. If security leaked her fleeting presence to anyone, there might be a little blip on the news about the long-lost Chandrilan media child being spotted in high places on Annaxes. But it was the only way she was going to get clearance to ascend the complex that housed the estranged Coruscanti bureaucracies and the offices of those who had once held some sort of political status before the Sith had driven the flailing Republic from the metropolitan world. It was a shame, to be sure. Even though the Republic was not what it once was--nor what it even claimed to be presently--there had to be a flickering light of freedom somewhere.

Or, quite simply, it was better to sleep in the bed of the Republic than dwell under the boot of the Sith.

Had she met the politician before? Probably not as an official, though she was uncertain if she had met him as an actor, either. If she had, it must not have been of much importance either way. As she was ushered into his office, the secret Rebel leader instantly recognized him--grayed and wrinkled as he may have become--but still failed to register any specific memories about him. Oh, well.

"Lasedri," she introduced, skipping formality as usual. "The Chandrilan kind."

 

[Adrik Turov]

The elder man watched the young woman enter his office curiously. He did not recognize her, nor did he have any appointments with strangers. Given the turmoil of recent months though he did not find the unexpected guest unusual. It was only after she introduced herself that memories clicked together. Some of his friends still worked in the entertainment business and there certainly had been some waves when the Lasedri daughter had vanished.

"I have not seen you since you were knee high," A small smile crossed Adrik's face as he spoke even as his curiosity grew. "What do I owe the honor of having the young, and last I knew missing, heiress visiting me?"

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[Geneviève Lasedri]

Well, she supposed that was comforting. Memories of childhood so distant may be difficult to conjure up and verify, but for now, she was going to at least pretend she could trust him. She made it far enough to appear at his office, after all. She curved the corner of her lips to produce a faint smile. "I got word that you had been looking into a project I might have investments in," she explained, brown eyes flitting about the entire room warily.

"I've hidden a lot of things, but it's difficult to hide a politician." Lasedri smirked and gazed into Turov's eyes as she spoke those last words. There was nothing sentimental to be tapped from him, to be sure. People like herself tended to proceed through life indifferent to those they had known fleetingly. But she liked to come out forthright, controlling of the conversation. Her discernment indicated that she could trust the man, but in the case that she could not, it was best to be a little dominant.

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[Adrik Turov]

The slight rise of his eyebrows was the only sign he gave that he understood the hidden meaning in her words. The timing was too coincidental for anything else. The lapse was momentary before his acting skill returned him to a more neutral expression.

"i rather had no intentions of being hid my dear," Adrik said with the good natured tone that garnered votes. "I find your 'project' to be very necessary, and while I am far too recognizable for such a sensitive issue that same recognizability can help me pursue a more political agenda. A friendly bit of governmental backing could only help. If a proper public distance is kept of course. It would be my great pleasure to assist in helping others do what I unfortunately cannot do myself."

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