Insula Avallonis

[Rozalyne Kurganova]

The Razumnyy reverted to realspace over Dosuun in high orbit, Captain Greig parking the Star Destroyer at a Lagrange point between the First Order capital world and the near side of its moon. FO sensor operators monitoring the system may have noticed that the warship had a very small signature for a vessel of its size as it exited hyperspace and switched to sublight engines. A stealthy hyperdrive system worked to cancel out much of outgoing radiation and gravitonic waves that were usually generated during reversion, and whisper quiet Shawyer Drives gave off no exhaust or contrails to track. That was only the beginning of its advanced propulsion suite, but the occupants hadn't come to sneak up on the First Order for war, but to make a state visit for diplomacy. Arrangements had been made well in advance between the First Order and the ICO, so that none would be alarmed by such a display. Traveling around in one of KSA's cutting edge Star Destroyer models also served as a form of advertisement. It was all but certain that a great new war was coming, so it was a good time to show off the wares.

Rose had already boarded her yacht just prior to reversion, so she was able to disembark almost immediately from the hangar of the Razumnyy. Surrounding the yacht was a four man flight of TIE Seekers providing escort, piloted by seasoned veterans of the (real) Imperial Remnant who had integrated into the native populace under [member="Caius Flavian"]. The process hadn't been that difficult, the locals holding reverence for all things military dating back to the time of the First Republic and the Galactic Empire. In more ways than one, Carida shared a common lineage with Dosuun.

As the small formation descended through the atmosphere towards Avalonia, Rose was able to take a gander at the city through detailed renderings generated by a Merlin holographic display. It was a sprawling metropolis of modern architecture, nicer in appearance than some major core cities she had visited in the past. Caius had recalled the time of his visit to the First Order to her, a large extravagant affair of militant pageantry, but she was still pleasantly surprised to see such a level of development within Wild Space. Bringing up other Wild Space and Outer Rim planets to such standards was definitely a project she could get behind. Growing industries needed energy for production, and consumers for their products. The wealthy Core inhabitants of the ICO had both of those in spades.

The formation touched down in a large spaceport, then Rose moved toward the back of her yacht for the ramp. Her security detail had already assembled to lead her out when the ramp was lowered, the elite members of her Berkut guard adorned in black Thyrsian style armor and cloaks reminiscent of the original Royal Guard, though instead of Force Pikes resting against their shoulders, they held advanced rippers that could make short work of soldiers and saber wielding Force Users alike.

Among the Berkut, a single Jedi stood out of the bunch, wearing a dress instead of armor or robes. Again, Watchman Yune had provided her services as an experienced bodyguard to bolster Rose's security detail and to act as the ambassador's personal aide.

Everything was set, Rose only awaited the signal for the ramp to open so that she may finally meet the Grand Moff of the First Order.

[member="Natasi Fortan"]

((Star Destroyer is just for fluff and development purposes.))

 

[Natasi Fortan]

The Grand Moff stood at the head of a formation consisting of the senior diplomats who had worked on arranging the visit from the Izrul Cooperative Organization, as well as Allen Eriksen, Minister for Finance & Commerce, and Preston Talbot, Minister for Industry & Development. She was dressed simply, in black slacks and boots, a high-necked black tunic with a rank badge at her breast and a small combadge on her lapel, with a black cape around her shoulders. Normally she would have worn something slightly more stylish, but with a war on, Natasi felt that her usual designer fashion sent a bad message. It was all hands to the pump now, and since the Supreme Commander had departed and Natasi herself had taken a more direct role in leading the armed forces, the military-esque lines of her uniform seemed appropriate.

Natasi gave the signal to the customs officers, who authorized the ship's disembarkation. She led the delegation forward, between ranks of the stormtrooper honor guard flanking the walkway to the landing pad, and came to a stop outside the the ship that had landed. Natasi studied the ship's sleek lines with an admiring eye; the Courier-class was an impressive little yacht -- to her opinion, it was luxurious without being opulent. She wondered if she could infer anything from the ship's occupant by the ship itself; Natasi supposed she would have to wait and see.

The Grand Moff's delegation came to a halt outside the ramp and she folded her hands in front of her, bowing her head as she sought the last chance to center herself before the show started.

[member="Rozalyne Kurganova"]

 

[Eugen Aker]

Arisa studied the feed the group outside.as she began her preliminary security check. She had no prior acquaintance with the Grand Moff, but her face was one known well to the Watchman after all the coverage on Fortan the past few weeks in the wake of Kaeshana. Having been busy with her work for the Silver Jedi and ISAF, concerns about the First Order had been put on the back burner while she dealt with the remnants of the One Sith and Triumvirate plaguing the Outer Rim, but the FO had once again gained her attention after punishing the Galactic Alliance for an error in overreach. The arrogant junta based on Sullust now sang the song of cooperation to allies they had previously shunned as their weakness had been revealed. Whatever personal reservations she had about the First Order, as a commander she had nothing but respect for them after their exploits at Castameer. If the Galactic Alliance had shown a similar level of respect, then events may have turned out differently for them on Kaeshana.

As she performed a visual sweep with the yacht's sensors, she also reached out through the Force to check the environment for any signs of hostile intent. The First Order weren't known for being a treacherous bunch (as far as Imps went) but in matters of security she took no chances. It only took the actions of a single belligerent to cause an intergalactic incident.

There was nothing she could feel, and thankfully Fortan was supposed to be a non Force sensitive as far as she knew. That eliminated one hassle of having playing literal mind games. The Jedi herself would behave, knowing how uncomfortable it made people feel just randomly trawling through their minds. Such a tempting prospect, though, that mind probably filled with a whole host of juicy political and military secrets.

She finally gave the clear to Ambassador Kurganova's guards, then she took her position beside the princess as the ramp lowered. Like the Kurganova, she had dressed up for the occassion in plainclothes, but then that was how she usually did things. She did not care much for the corny robes that many Jedi and Sith liked to run around in, having grown up as city for a long time before being adopted by the old Jedi Order of Coruscant. She was dressed semi formal, wearing a white dress with flowery print and an eggshell blue petticoat. Her right wrist jangled with a thin silver bracelet, and she wore matching silver and diamond earrings, but they were hidden under her dark locks as she wore her hair down and straight for this occasion.

Under her coat and dress she hid all sorts of small weapons, sans her personal lightsaber. That thing was a little too inconspicuousness on her person as she was trying not to stand out as a Jedi, so she had handed off to one of Kurganova's guards to hold for safe keeping.

As the guards began to clear out of the ship, she would tense up a bit as she followed. She had just cleared them to move, but she still felt a healthy dose of apprehension being in a space where she knew the Sith roamed. She hoped the leash that the Grand Moff kept them on remained plenty tight.

[member="Natasi Fortan"]