Many Bothans Died To Bring Us This Viceroy

[Oriaan Lem'gra]

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Golbah City​

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Geonosis​

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Mid-afternoon​

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Viceroy Abuwah'ka Tuleev stepped off of his private transport, shielding his snout from the blustery winds of Geonosis which whirled and danced around him. 'You're not in Bothawui any more, Bobo,' he mused to himself as he looked around. In addition to being windy and blustery and sandy, it was scorching hot and an absolute wasteland for as far as the eye could see. Oriaan Lem'gra, the Jedi Shadow who had for several years been posing as the politicking Bothan for several years now, had been to Geonosis several times. It never got anymore pleasant.

"Greetings, Master Viceroy - I am C-D-E-1-2-3, at your service, humanoid-cyborg specialist" a droid said, blockily approaching the Bothan. A single eyebrow raised at the droid, only ever so slightly. 'That's definitely made up.' Deep under cover, on an ally world posing as a member of the ally's legislative body, Oriaan could simply not permit any threat to his cover, and this droid screamed you're being set up. Still, he had only one significant interaction with the Confederacy so far, and if he had blown his cover with Exarch Malvern it was far too late to turn back now.

"A pleasure, C-D-E-1-2-3," he said in return, mustering every bit of self-restraint to not grimace while he uttered the droid's name. The droid made a slight movement, a rotation slightly up and to the right with his torso, as if pleased with his response.

"If you will follow me, please, sir, I will begin your tour of the beautiful capital city of Geonosis and show you to your offices and room."

The Viceroy had no response, which was fine, as the droid waited for none before promptly turning on his heels and wobbling forward. Abuwah turned back to see a few mover droids placing his baggage on their shelves, and other droids directing his staff to his offices and their own quarters. None were near the abomination as CDE123. Abuwah was fiercely jealous. As he followed the droid "specialist," Abuwah looked around the port, taking in those around him with a measured gaze. Dignitaries. Aides and attaches. Tons of droids. This port was clearly reserved for politicians and special persons. Oriaan cataloged each face and mentally checked those he recognized.

"... and so Golbah City proudly sits at the center of trade, culture, and economic prosperity thanks to its central role in Confederacy affairs," CDE droned on. Miraculously, they had already entered the main political structure for the CIS, and had taken a lift to a large platform that overlooked the Chambers of the Viceroyalty. Although the main chamber was empty, it was a grand, a testimony to the glorious wealth the CIS enjoyed. "Around the ring at this level," his robotic companion continued as they walked along, "you will find many small, medium, and large conference, meeting, gathering, and social event spaces.

"And we have a surprise in store for you! Our next stop involves picking up a very special guest to help with our tour!" Abuwah marveled at the droid as they stopped in front of a door. Was that inflection in the robot's voice? He was left with little time to wonder as the door swished open, revealing a completely empty room. There was a brief pause as the robotic motors and gears whirled as CDE123 looked around blankly. Abuwah did likewise, but offered no consolation. Finally, ignoring his robotic embarrassment, CDE took a step in to the room.

"Hello?" he whirled, taking a few more steps in while looking wildly around.

Tentatively, Abuwah stepped in behind him.

 

[Keva]

[SIZE=11pt]Things like this were far from Keva’ strong suit. But sacrifices needed to be made when within the folds of the Confederacy: she needed allies in the grand scheme of her eventual rise to power, and the Viceroyalty was an easy way to gain strength and standing within planets for her to operate as she deemed fit. If this was to all work out smoothly, that is.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]Waiting within the room was Keva herself, clad in pristine military uniform and a T-series Tactical Droid standing next to her: the droid serving much more as just a translator these days, and it was absolutely it’s purpose right now.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]Rising, the Chiss moved to greet the man and his droid. Standing not far from the door, the Chiss held out a hand. The droid spoke not long after, Keva turning her head to it ever so slightly and muttering something in Cheunh[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]“Greetings, I am Keva’Sol’Loro, a Major within the Confederate army. They have asked me to show you the CDF.”[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]Blunt and simple, as she usually was in situations like this: even without the confine of language holding her stuck with blunt and simple basic.[/SIZE]

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*click click click*

CDE stepped into the room, but the Viceroy stayed put at the door. Something was strange about the whole scenario. Oriaan knew it was likely just the anxiety of acclimating to the new and unknown while on an op, but he had rarely been suppressed from the Force in this way for so long. He longed to reach out into the room, feel the ebb and flow of the people inside and be made aware of their presence in the Force. At the side of the room, in front of a viewport, a Chiss rose from a chair, a translator droid clicking next to her. Viceroy Tuleev sighed a small breath of relief as he stepped into the room.

The Chiss seemed somewhat young, but based on the rigidity with which she held herself and the pristine uniform which she wore, her age was no matter. She held out her hand, and Tuleev took it, shaking it slightly before placing his hands behind her back and listening carefully to her greeting. She spoke in Cheunh, and the Bothan's ears twitched as he listened carefully. The Bothan had little use for language in his younger days, but had recently become a language enthusiast. Some of the words were difficult to understand, but he got the premise.

Nonetheless, CDE was there to save the day.

"This is Keva'Sol'Loro," the droid began, turning to look between the Bothan and the Chiss. "She submits her greetings to you, Viceroy Tuleev. She is a Major in the Confederacy and has been assigned to show you around the C.D.F." The droid seemed to nod in approval at his own translation. Abuwah nodded back in greeting. The Cheunh word for Major had been new to him, but the rest had gotten. He glanced at the Chiss's translation droid before turning his attention to Keva'Sol'Loro.

"Well meeting," Abuwah replied, also in Cheunh. His word choice and sentence structure was blocky, but it got the job done. "Thanking for meeting and showing me, Major Keva'Sol'Loro." He was happy he was able to implement his newly learned word for major, and while the rest was blocky, his technique in pronouncing the Major's name was immaculate. "I'm being Abuwah'ka Tuleev, being Viceroy of Bothawui." He paused for a moment, his face stoic and unreadable. Oriaan had always found that people liked to be greeted in their language, even if there were some grammatical mistakes. He could have relatively few conversations in Cheunh, but he was happy with having tried.

Turning to the Major's droid, he let through a small smile. "Where shall we begin?" he inquired in basic.

 

[Keva]

Keva had an aura around her, force abilities barely tapped: and that aura was darkness. As time progressed that simple desire to see the utter eradication of slavers, raiders, and despoilers had been becoming an utterly heartless pragmatism in seeing that goal achieved and her victories earned. It was a slow, steady, and bloody path to darkness...but maybe one didn't need the force to become aware of the menace within her.

Young was an amusing concept to call a veteran such as herself, she didn't feel young, and within the biological confines of the Chiss she was a finely aged adult at this point. Of course, the other races with their more "basic" age progression always did consider people her age young. Oh the enjoyments of mixing biologies and cultures.

The droid spoke again, the Chiss muttering under her breath. Yes. It was almost time to go and invest into a proper translator.

"Just Keva will do, Viceroy."

There was a short pause before the monotonous droid spoke again.

"That entirely depends on what you deem important: my interest in wasted time is little."

Efficiency was important.


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