Looking Pretty Grim Today (Mark Crassis and whoever)

[Jorga the Hutt]

OFFICE OF SENATOR EMERITUS REL CONNORY​

ESHAN​

THE SIX SISTERS​

THE REPUBLIC​

Rel Connory, once known as the Bard of the Hyperlanes. The man who brought the Echani worlds into the Republic, then served three terms as Senator of Eshan. The man who created the Republic's flagships and took down a major Omni iteration with nothing more than a sonic servodriver. Creator of SCINET, the millions of self-propagating AIs that had kept the Republic safe from the Serenity crisis. Former head of the Finance Committee, responsible for the public funds investigations that led to the pacification of Mnenchei territory. Seriously injured while assisting in the liberation of Circe Savan's holdings on Serpena; resigned his Senate post to recover. That was what the deep files said, along with a notation that he'd been romantically linked with former Mand'alor Mia Monroe -- and that his injuries at Serpena had coincided with Monroe's torture and maiming at the hands of Sith Lords.

His resignation had been quite a while ago. [member="Lionel Roux"] had been elected in his stead; Connory had never met the man. Ostensibly, and demonstrably, Connory had been away in recovery, and he still felt it. The cane leaning against his desk was not for show, and though he'd have liked to be standing in the warm sun, his legs weren't feeling up to it today.

Of course, that had a lot to do with his recent use of a Spaarti appearance restructuring unit to become Rel Connory again.

Three items sat on the desk in front of him: a Levantine Scanpack, a thaissen-crystal Force detector, and a blood analysis rig. Like the meeting request itself, and what Connory had been up to for the last long while, the machines went unexplained. The privacy field emitter and full-spectrum jammer, however, were pretty obvious in function.

[member="Mark Crassis"]
(Whoever else Crassis wants read in on this, IC, is fine. [member="Fixx Kearney"], [member="Faith Balor"], [member="Ater Notechis"], maybe a Jedi - whoever Crassis would reasonably bring to an unspecified intel-related meeting.)

 

[Mark Crassis]

The Even Horizon had touched down on Eshan several moments before and it didn't take long for Crassis to make the trip from the spaceport to the office of Rel Connory. Crassis had asked Ater Notechis to join him on this, as she represented his counterpart at GRIM. Whereas Crassis spent his day to day focused on events unfolding outside of Republic Space, Ater was heavily focused on monitoring the goings on within the Republic....and truth be told she was always useful for these sorts of meetings. She had a detached mentality that lead to sound decision making.

"We're here to see Rel Connory." Crassis said leaning heavily on his cane as he approached the reception area of the office. "Please inform him that Mark Crassis and Ater Notechis are here to see him." Crassis said smiling brightly at the young lady at the front desk and giving her a mischievous wink.

Turning back toward Ater, Crassis shrugged with a smile and winced a bit as he pivoted on his leg to much. Grabbing the table to help steady himself, Crassis leaned forward so the receptionist couldn't hear him.

"What do you think of Rel Connory?"

[member="Rel Connory"] - [member="Ater Notechis"]​

 

[Ater Notechis]

Ater was late. She hated being late with a passion. If she had passion that was. No, she despised tardiness because it suggested weakness - that she was a slave to time and had been found wanting.

But at least the person they'd come to see hadn't asked them to go in as yet, and given Crassis was up to his old trick with the receptionist, she relaxed slightly. But only slightly.

So she sat and waited. From being late, she had transferred the burden of guilt onto their host. He was now eating into her time. She was an unforgiving so-and-so.

[member="Mark Crassis"] | [member="Rel Connory"]

 

[Jorga the Hutt]

[member="Mark Crassis"] [member="Ater Notechis"]

A light blinked on the edge of Rel's desk, a notification from his Echani secretary. The waiting area had a couple of unobtrusive holocams; he brought up the feed. Crassis, as expected -- and a young woman that wasn't on his radar. He ran a quick search through the Senate roster, brought up the abridged file, and skimmed it in the time it took him to lean on his cane and stand up. Interesting.

He crossed the office and opened the door personally, still leaning on the cane. "Senator Crassis, Senator Notechis, I'm Rel Connory. Please -- come in. Make yourselves comfortable. We may be here for a while."

He shuffled back out of their way, gesturing at the part of his office dominated by padded, squared-off chairs. "If you'll just have a seat, I'll engage the privacy field and the jammer. The office has been thoroughly swept."