Kamino is Cold

[Lira Dajenn]

Nemene stood on the lowest level of Tipoca city, rain flailing against her heavy leather coat and seeping under her collar to touch embroidered lace. Her normally raven black hair was dyed a bright blonde in cheap imitations of Evelynns flowing locks. Her eyes were changed in color by small contact lenses to an ice blue, and her lips were stained with red. Nobody would recognize her, unless they stared at her for hours, not even Evelynn. She was not Nemene here, no, she was someone entirely different.

The heavy drops of water pounded onto the catwalk all around her, obscuring any other noise that would otherwise have been clear as day. There was a frown on the Queens face, though it was not due to the rain. She had expected to be soaking wet when she came to this city, Kamino was always filled with rain, always cold, always so very depressing.

No, she was displeased for another reason, she was displeased because the Kaminoans had so far proven very uncooperative, even when faced with millions of credits.

“Lady Mierin, I apologize for the wait. Please follow me.”

A voice broke her concentration, and Nemene faced the Kaminoan. She inclined her head respectfully, and then followed the lanky alien creature inside. Her goal here was simple, dig some of the Kaminoans secrets out of them no matter the cost. So far she had offered them but money, though even with all the credits in the galaxy they seemed to gawk at the thought of parting with even a little of their trade. Though she had successfully managed to get herself a tour of their more public facility, they feared to show the rest.

Nemene hoped to dislodge that fear. Slowly she followed the Kaminoan, looking at everything like a child.

 

[Galaar Tal'Verda]

Galaar had been buzzed immediately by Clone Security as ship landed on a pad and was not cleared through his office first. A sneer slowly crossed his face as he stood, a bit shakily, and began to stride out the door. The Clone was armor less, in a red military jumpsuit, and had merely his pistol and sword at his side as well a a loyal, incredibly musky and wrinkly dog called a strill at his side. The most worry some fact was that he was at half-strength from his previous injury.

"Su cuy'gar! Welcome to Kamino." He strode toward the Kaminoan rather confidently, trying to hide his current handicap. "I'm the CIS Security Chief here in Tipoca. CC-252 Galaar." Thank goodness for security cameras, else he wouldn't have been able to move this far and this quickly. "I'll be joining you on the tour of the facility."

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[Lira Dajenn]

Nemene inclined her head at the clone who walked up to her, orange eyes hidden by blue shifting slightly as she sized him up. A slight smile crossed her face as she noticed the injury he was trying to hide, though of course she said nothing about it. She knew very well what the Confederation of Independent Systems had here, and what they had done with it, in part she admired it in fact, though her plans for the technology were far more...vain. “Good evening...commander? Galaar.”

She was not sure if that was his proper rank, but she guessed that as a security chief the title would be fitting for one reason or another. “I am Mierin Boann Selucianis, though you may call me Mierin if it pleases you.”

Formality was key here, it always was to her of course but especially here. She was a noble lady looking to form a small army to protect her world, nothing more, nothing less. She knew that the Confederacy used most of Kamino's resources in order to create their own clone armies, but the planet was vast, and its resources massive, they still did some private work, and what she was supposedly asking for was nothing in comparison to what the Confederacy created.

Though of course it was all a lie.
@[member="Galaar CC-252"]

 

[Ori'Alor Tal'Verda]

@[member="Galaar CC-252"] @[member="Nemene Talith"]

"And I am 'Praetorian', Galaar's Assistant." Alliera said, in a set of Phase 4B Confederate Armor* and a Tenloss Warrior Helm** all were painted black with red markings on them "I wish you welcome, and i hope you have a wonderfull time here." 'Praetorian' stood beside Galaar, effecting the sense of a predatory animal at rest. THe real reason for Alliera wearing the armor was that she was using her newest set of armor to help retrain and refit Galaar, she just happened to be wearing it when the page went out. "I'm, sorry I'm dressed inappropriately, but I had some things to take care of shortly before I got word of your entrance." Praetorian Said.

*(the one on the right)- http://starwarsrp.net/topic/19602-phase-iv-confederate-trooper-armor/

**-http://starwarsrp.net/topic/19842-tenloss-corporations-warrior-helm/

 

[Galaar Tal'Verda]

"Master Sergeant, I'm no where near responsible enough to be a Commander. Too much spice and too many twi'leks."

He stated almost instantly, deadpan. It would be near impossible to tell it was a joke. If the woman was Force-Sensitive, she'd also feel nothing from Galaar. Nothing at all even; not even a void that most Force Stripped Individuals such as Meetra Surik of the past carried. He was just, to place it simply, blank like a Vong if she had even encountered one. "Just call me Galaar, Madam. May I ask your purposes here on Kamino? Standard procedure to ensure national security, whilst the clone trade is open we keep it restricted to prevent a Old Republic event."

Upon closer inspection, it seemed his whole body was lacking its typical vitality. Even his muscles seemed less defined. His face was that of Jango Fett from old Holovid but with a goatee and what seemed to be a three-clawed mark going down his face. He turned to Alleria and gave her a friendly smile.

@[member="Nemene Talith"]

 

[Lira Dajenn]

She let out a soft chuckle, clearly taking his words as a joke and nothing more. She smiled at him, then seemed to take on a look of surprise when he asked her what her business was here, as if she had never thought the question would come up. Then suddenly a girl showed up, she smiled at her and was about to respond, when she remembered the pressing business at hand.

From a small, now wet, coat pocket she pulled a datapad with identification on it. It contained the fake name she had given and all the official documentation one would expect to see. She handed it to Galaar with a placid smile.

“I come from the planet Zygerria, a former denizen of the Sith Empire. With the dissolution of the Empire our world has lost most of its protection, only holding a small fleet and no army, and as you can imagine due to our primary form of business raiders have become quite the problem.” She spoke in a slow excited tone, like a librarian carefully explaining a subject to a student with thinly veiled passion. “My Masters now seek to defend themselves. Clones are only one of many options I was asked to look into.”

Her voice was smooth and fast, no hint of lie in her voice. Zygerria of course had been close to her heart since she was a child. The planets Queen and herself were quite close, and this lie had come from her just as much as Nemene. The woman had just as much to gain as she did.
@[member="Galaar CC-252"] @[member="Alliera Verd"]

 

[Djorn Bline]

Canal was on Kamino for one reason: he was looking for a squad that would be his own squad. He wanted his future squad to be excellent in hand to hand comabt, all weaponry, and were masochists as well, since he was promoted to the rank of sergeant. He examed all the clones on their simulators, spars, and other training exercises.

He took a break from viewing the clones and decided to take a walk in Tipoca City. Everything was the same: Kaminoans walking around to whatever business they had, clones, who were stationed on Kamino to protect it from ant hostile force, were also walking around making sure that everything was in its place.

He was in armor and carried just a DC-15S blaster rifle with him and saw something that seemed weird and unusual to Canal: a visitor. Strange, Kamino rarely had outside visitors. He was high alert cause he did not like the scenario so far. The stranger was not alone. There was Galaar, a Kaminoan, and another woman. He went to their area. "Welcome to Kamino." He waited for Galaar to respond back to the visitor so he could give in his opinion. Why would a visitor ask for assistance and would want to use Clones to defend her planet. Not liking it so far.

@[member="Galaar CC-252"] @[member="Alliera Verd"] @[member="Nemene Talith"]

 

[Galaar Tal'Verda]

Galaar did not do very well to hide his vehement disgust at the idea of Clone Military Force outside of the CIS, especially not if she wanted to use the Fett Genome. "The Zygerrians are well known slavers and the Confederacy of Independent Systems condones slavery in no way." He took the data-stick and inserted it into his wrist mounted tac-pad. The device flashed to life and gave a few beeps as he copied the info. I have no way to karking identify its legitimacy here. He took a couple seconds to think before sending it to Zenith Prime, to Calico.

"If you really are looking for a Zygarrian Clone Army, you may need your own Genome, and give the world's reputation the Viceroyality may intervene in the sales." His dark brown eyes fell on the woman in front of him, he searched for any peculiar signs of a lie, apparently mention Zygaria was more nerve-racking than helpful. "Either way, its not my choice. Shall we continue with the tour madam?"

@[member="CC-117 Canal"] @[member="Nemene Talith"] @[member="Alliera Verd"]

 

[Lira Dajenn]

“As I said Galaar, clones are just one my Masters many considerations.” Her words were smooth but flat, not insulting or even offensive. The way she spoke made it seem as though the choice was not her own, that she herself was just a servant, or perhaps even a slave to the Queen of Zygerria and her council. Subtle words mixed into her language, subtleties she hoped one of them would pick up on.

She knew that Zygerria had a certain reputation, but there was a reason for her picking the planet. Any other world would have brought up questions, any other world wouldn't have backed her story. It was easier for them to feel disgust towards her and her mysterious masters than have them be suspicious of her. When another clone appeared from down the hallway she smiled slightly, though raised an eyebrow in surprise.

“My my, two handsome men and a beautiful women just for me? It looks like i'll have more than enough company.” She smiled at them all, a warm inviting smile.

Nemene then bade Galaar move forward, clearly she was eager to get on with the tour.
@[member="Galaar CC-252"] @[member="CC-117 Canal"] @[member="Alliera Verd"]

 

[Galaar Tal'Verda]

"You do know you could find sanction here in the Confederacy of Independent Systems."

Galaar took her story for its salt... For now. As they strode along behind the Kaminoan the head clone opened his Tac-Pad again and sent a second message to Isley Verd. If she really is a servant, why doesn't she have a handler, or at least a guardian? It doesn't add up in entirety. His message was urgent, trying to get Isley to the system within the next daily rotation of the watery world. However, when she spoke and those silken words spilled forth and she called him handsome. He paused, looked over his shoulder, "Never call me that again Madam."

He continued to give the benefit of the doubt otherwise and let the tour continue.

@[member="Nemene Talith"] @[member="CC-117 Canal"] @[member="Alliera Verd"] @[member="Isley Verd"]

 

[Lira Dajenn]

Nemene shrugged slightly, almost rolling her shoulders as she did so. “As you wish, and no. I could not.”

She did not elaborate as to why running away was not possible, but anyone who knew how Zygerria functioned could venture a guess. Most slavery in the galaxy was not as barbaric as it once was. Nemene was posing as a house slave of sorts, a servant that stood up above manual laborers and others of the sort, but one that was still very much a slave, and like all slaves who came through Zygerria there was a small explosive device implanted into the base of her spine.

Or at least their should have been.

Nemene had committed to this ruse quite firmly, having changed her hair, eyes, and even allowed her skin to be marred with certain scars that one would expect from a slave, but when it had come to place actual explosives in her body, she had said no.

Instead there was something else implanted within her spine, something far more useful to her. The object would look similar to an explosive device if scanned, though if they happened to slice her open...well they would easily be able to tell the difference.

She didn't think about that however as they continued on their tour. The Kaminoan explain certain things about the cloning process, how Kamino functioned, and the time that it took to grow clones. It was all of course very generalized information, the sort one could find out at a public database with a few more added interesting tidbits.

Nemene listened with careful attention however, each word being absorbed as though she were a sponge.

@Galaar CC-252 @CC-117 Canal @Alliera Verd

 

[Daegan Xoruan]

Watching stoically as his pilot brought the ship down for a landing after receiving the proper clearances to do so, a few murmured commands to the crew were all that he required to ensure that they remained on board; this was something that required finesse and not a little bit of common sense and he wasn't about to allow some hothead to spout demands. Ensuring that he was fifteen minutes early as was only appropriate when hoping to discuss business, he motioned for the ramp to be lowered as he drew his cowl over his face to fight against the biting cold If the negotiations go well, then I will not be forced to deal with less reputable individuals, either way it bares observing. Stepping down the gangplank and unto the platform, he waited patiently for someone to escort him; he wasn't foolish enough to simply wander off on a secure installation such as this...



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[Galaar Tal'Verda]

Kamino was the type of world were ship traffic other than Dread Guard personnel was rare. So when two ships entered your system right after each other it raised red flags. Galaar was Commando, he was trained in various types of combat but on top of that he was trained in assassination, infiltration, and espionage, added onto that he was a sniper rifle and used to methodical thought processes. Every instinct in his body demanded him to take action and action he indeed took.

"Wakey, wakey boys. I want security teams niner-seven, eighty-eight, and twenty dispatched to the 'pads to ground all ships that aren't CIS make. Security team Eleven and Commando Team Kilo I want you to secure the Genome bank. All non-essential staff are to exit that area at once." He gave little regard that his 'guest' was right next to him. It seemed drastic but these were very suspicious circumstances.

"Preventative measures Madam. Nothing to do with you." He gave a rather goofy, organic grin. "You'll have to wait to leave until I have full IDs on every ship in the system and any anomalies. I do apologize, but this city is one big government interest."

@[member="Daegan Xoruan"] @Nemene Talith @CC-117 Canal @Alliera Verd @Isley Verd

 

[Daegan Xoruan]

Watching with a faint smirk of bemusement on his features, he made no overt signs of hostility as the security teams began to descend like mynocks At the very least, they take their security measures quite seriously; something to be commended, especially here. Looking towards the cockpit and the crew within, he simply made a slight movement with his hand, inferring them to stand down for the moment. When approached, there was a datapad already in hand marking his appointment and the negotiations that were the basis of his arrival here. Glancing towards one of the many guards, his voice was polite, cultured even, as he spoke "I assure you gentlemen that we aren't here for any sort of nefarious purposes, I have an appointment with..." Glancing down at the information, he chuckled ruefully "One of the lower administrators responsible for negotiations." Looking a tad embarrassed he continued "Seeing how I cannot pronounce the name correctly without giving offense, perhaps it is best that I simply hand this over hmm?"

@Nemene Talith @CC-117 Canal @Alliera Verd @Isley Verd @Galaar CC-252

 

[Djorn Bline]

Canal heard Galaar giving orders to all clones to secure the genome bank and the docking pads. Canal decided to secure the docking pads and grabbed a security team of 15 men, plus him make that 16. He took his men and exited out of the building, facing the cold of Kamino.

He went to the nearest pad where are team of 15 clones were already taking care of business with a man. "Welcome to Kamino. If you will, please give me your identification and state your business here on Kamino." Security on Kamino was serious and tight and Canal wasn't going to let any outsider screw up things on Kamino. Especially since this is home to the Fett clones. "And if you don't mind we'll have to inspect your ship and your crew."

@[member="Daegan Xoruan"] @[member="Galaar CC-252"] @[member="Nemene Talith"] @[member="Alliera Verd"]

 

[Lira Dajenn]

Nemenes eyes shot open in genuine surprise as the activity began to crop up all around her. She had not expected such a thing and truthfully it excited her slightly. A smile settled on her face as the clone reassured her. She nodded in response to him, and looked about as soldiers began to rush to their destinations. The Second clone that had been with them left, and she watched him go with cool blue eyes.

“I assume this means the tour has come to an end.” She said with a hint of sadness in her voice. There was still much more to see of course, and much more to learn.

She wasn't worried about her identification being seen through, or even her ship, a Nubian h-class Star Yacht. Everything had been cleared and backed by the government of Zygerria, everything was perfect and beyond suspicion. She had known she was walking into the lions den, and she had made sure that everything was perfect lest something...unexpected happened. There was only one way that they would know, and even then, she had yet to commit any crimes against the confederacy.

Though it would not stay so for long.
@[member="Galaar CC-252"] @[member="CC-117 Canal"] @[member="Alliera Verd"] @[member="Daegan Xoruan"]

 

[Daegan Xoruan]

"Certainly officer, we have nothing to hide here." Truthfully they didn't, the crew had been hired to serve as transport and he had ensured that none of them were more then they appeared to be; simple merchantmen. He himself bore no criminal record and if there were truly any record of him, it surely would have been obsequious at best, sometimes there were benefits to being one of the long lived after all. "I am simply known as Daegan and I have been in contact over the past few months with the archivists here in regards to accessing some of their older data pertaining to genetic markers and modification..." Again this was true, he didn't believe in lies but rather omissions of truth when it suited him; lies were too easy to find out.

Making a slow, almost casual motion towards the ship, the crew slowly began to disembark with a minimum of fuss "All of their weapons have been secured within the armory on the ship; a necessary evil given the current climate of the Galaxy you understand" Smiling faintly as he handed over personal identification and watched as the crew provided both their own and the ship transponder codes, he simply waited patiently Six months of constant correspondence with the lead archivist here has finally led me to this point; I have been ensured that the information is considered old tech by their standards but will prove invaluable to my efforts. Glancing at Canal, there was clearly some sympathy in both his manners and speech "I get the feeling that neither you or your superiors were informed of my visit... I must apologies on behalf of my host ahead of time; it must cause undue tension for you and yours."

@Nemene Talith @CC-117 Canal @Alliera Verd @Isley Verd @Galaar CC-252

 

[Djorn Bline]

Good. He's cooperating. I like this guy. Doesn't protest and has common sense. He sent out five men to inspect the ship. After they were done they came out and one of the clones said, "All clear, sir. Nothing suspicious on board." He nodded and motioned him to come back. There was no need to pat them down because once they entered Kamino, the alarm would go off indicating that they had weapons, explosions, etc.

"Thank you," as Canal received the man's personal ID and checked it on his datapad. Everything good. Not lying about his name, no crimes, everything good. The rest of his men checked the crew's personal ID and they, as well, were good and haven't done anything bad.

"I totally understand the necessary usage of weapons. I've been out there so I know." He then went on to answer the man's statement. "No. My superiors and I haven't been told of your appointment. Its fine, no need to apology. These men don't mind being tensed at all. In fact, we've all been through a lot of tension."

He then got his com link and did a private comment to Galaar, "Galaar, I've checked one of the ships and apparently he has an appointment with an archivist. I'm bringing him right now." He looked back at the man named Daegan and said to him, "If you will, sir, please follow me. We don't want you wandering around Tipoca city. Some of my men will be stationed to supervise your ship and your crew, so nothing unusual will happen." He assigned 15 men to the ship and waited so the man would follow Canal.

@[member="Daegan Xoruan"] @[member="Nemene Talith"] @[member="Galaar CC-252"] @[member="Alliera Verd"]

 

[Daegan Xoruan]

"By all means lead the way Officer... I am here under the good graces of your government after all and do not wish to raise a fuss." Looking one last time towards his crew, he merely nodded as one of them gave an outward sigh of relief Figures the youngest of them would be nervous going off world for the first time, but no matter... If he proves troublesome, I will deal with him upon completion of this task. Having brought no overt weapons with him, there would be no klaxon sounding nor silent alarm tripped; how does one detect the Force as a weapon with mere crude technology? Indeed, if any were so skilled, they would detect nothing in terms of Force Ability at all; an old trick, but sometimes the oldest tricks are the best One of the first techniques I learned, and by far the most invaluable to me here... Offering a polite smile and the slightest gesture towards the cause way, he simply said "After you Sir."

Following close behind, but not so close to cause discomfort or infringe on personal space, he simply moved at a stately pace with his hands clasped behind his back as a scholar would when pacing in an effort to solve an equation or problem. He would offer no conversation on his own, it would remain up to the security detail to determine whether or not he was worth speaking to...


@Nemene Talith @CC-117 Canal @Alliera Verd @Isley Verd @Galaar CC-252

 

[Djorn Bline]

"Let's move it, troopers," as he said to his team of 15 men and left the other 15 men with that man's ship. Then he received another message from his comm link from another clone. "Report," and another clone responded him, "Sir, this Ryker. We've finished inspecting the shop that appears to be a Nubian h-class Star Yacht. There are no weapons or explosions on the ship. No suspicious at all."

OK, then. These people being no harm...yet. "Thank you, trooper, continue on patrolling the city," and was replied to a 'Yes, sir.' They went inside of the building and escaped from the damn cold. He and his men continued walking with the visitor and went to Galaar, the woman, Kaminoan, and the other visitor.

"Sir, there are no suspicious on any of the ships. This gentleman ,right here, has an appointment with an someone here on Kamino. I've checked his personal ID and his crew and they don't seem to be any felonies of any crime." He said to Galaar and decided to let Galaar take it from there. He indicated to the visitor behind him that had an appointment.

@[member="Daegan Xoruan"] @[member="Nemene Talith"] @[member="Galaar CC-252"] @[member="Alliera Verd"]