Private Marked for Obstruction

[Ala Quin]

The silence in the antechamber was not unwelcome, but Ala could feel its weight settling in her chest all the same. She stood alone beneath the arching columns of the Royal Assembly’s outer hall, hands lightly clasped before her, the long folds of her crimson tunic catching in the faint breeze stirred by distant vents. The soft hum of voices beyond the great doors told her the Assembly was in session—though not at full attendance.

She inhaled deeply. Rolled her shoulders once.

Her posture was straight, but not rigid. Her brow was smooth, though she had rehearsed this report a dozen times and was still mentally adjusting the phrasing. She wasn’t here to perform. She was here to testify.

The doors opened with ceremonial grace, and an usher gave her a subtle nod.

Inside, the chamber unfolded like a sculpted amphitheater, rising in elegant tiers around a central speaking platform—encircled by simple handrails. Senators, aides, and advisors sat in scattered clusters above her, many watching quietly, others whispering behind pressed palms. There were empty seats, yes. But also eyes. And they were listening.

Ala stepped forward.

Her boots made no sound against the polished stone as she moved into the center of the circle. She paused there, briefly, gaze sweeping upward. She found one senator’s eyes. Then another’s. A nod of acknowledgment. A soft inhale.

“Honored members of the Royal Assembly,” she began, her voice steady despite the pinch of nerves in her stomach, “thank you for allowing me the time to speak today.”

She glanced once to the datapad clipped at her belt but didn’t touch it.

“I have come to report on an incident that occurred eighteen days ago involving a civilian freighter registered to the Cerea system—known as the Larkspur Crescent—which I believe was unlawfully detained and possibly destroyed along the Five Veils Route.”

Her gaze swept the chamber again, not pleading, but firm.

“The entity I believe to be responsible is a corporate security body operating within our borders: the Tarsai Vigil. I have evidence suggesting a cover-up, possible falsification of records, and the disappearance of a Vigil officer who attempted to leak internal logs.”

Ala drew in a breath. No theatrics. Only truth.

“This route is vital to our Republic. We cannot afford to let it fall into the hands of those who would exploit it without accountability. And I cannot, in good conscience, look away when innocent lives may have been lost.”

She took a slow breath in.

“I submit this matter to you not as a warrior. Not as a voice of the Jedi. But as a citizen of Naboo, asking that we do what is right.”

| Outfit: Jedi Tunic, Crimson Red Naboo Variant | Tag: Her Open: Royal Assmebly |​

 

[Her]

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Naboo, Naboo system, Chommel sector, Mid Rim;
The Royal Assembly, Theed;
Within the realms of The Royal Naboo Republic.
Tag: Ala Quin | OPEN TO ROYAL ASSEMBLY MEMBERS.

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"The Tarsai Vigil is a subsidiary of Cortessan Finance Group. It operates along the Five Veils Route following the aftermath of the Planetshift event and was created to provide security to the trading route. As part of it's protocol it ran inspections of other ships using the route to check for contraband, illegal items or criminal activity while enforcing tolls on others using the trading route for commercial or civilian transportation. It also serves in the capacity of bringing about the re-establishment of the route on the behalf of Wend Marcion and their megacorp. Tarsai Vigil is headquartered on the planet Enarc."
-- Description of The Tarsai Vigil.

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THE FIVE VEILS CONSPIRACY.
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Death created time to grow the things that it could kill.

Her entered the Royal Assembly as her adversary began to speak. She concentrated her abilities inward to the point that they could not be sensed, or discovered. It would do well for the likes of Her not to be discovered by this assembled caste of important dignitaries among the Naboo; ranging from diplomats to senators to the royalty who had gathered in the assembly halls to debate, and assess an alleged crime along The Five Veils Route-- one which pointed to a cover-up, and conspiracy surrounding the powerful megacorporation known as Cortessan Finance Group.

A Shiraya-Jedi's word was powerful. While not at full capacity, for not all of the assembly members could be recalled at such short notice, there were enough here who had gathered to hear Ala Quin out. The emergence of the Cortessan Group as an entity operating in the southern-systems-- through the operations of it's many subsidiaries-- were one of interest and intrigue among the Naboo too, so if they were behind a crime, it was of grave importance to the Republic. As they set out to re-establish the ancient trading route known as The Five Veils-- with plans for it to rival The Corellian Run-- there was a natural air of suspicion, and uncertainty surrounding this powerful entity. It came with the territory of being such a large corporation. Therefore it would not be permittable for them to operate, and control such an important trade lane if they were involved in illegal activities, and crimes, such as the disappearance and implied murder of a family from Cerea.

But as Her took her seat, she pondered on why someone would attract this level of scrutiny and attention for the Cortessan and their interests. The mystery surrounding the fate of The Larkspur Cresent; the family from Cerea, who was allegedly to have been on board the missing ship during an alleged illegal detainment by The Tarsai Vigil; and a missing whistleblower from the company, who had given Ala fragmented data about the incident (which proved something had happened before they too had been disappeared apparently by the Vigil) was the type of noise they ought to be avoiding. With one decision this assembled caste of dignitaries from all across the Republic could end Cortessan operations along The Five Veils today, such was the authority that they carried with thanks to Queen Kalantha if they suspected that they were behind the alleged deaths of an entire Cerean family.

As the Cortessan took over the route, through their subsidiary called The Tarsai Vigil, declaring tariffs and tolls who used The Five Veils, surely it made sense to avoid the scrutiny, and intervention of The Order of Shiraya, or the Royal Assembly, who had now gathered to talk about the incident which had occurred eighteen days previously. Yet there was no doubt in Her's mind that someone in the parent company of the Vigil was behind the Larkspur incident. It certainly wasn't her for once. For reasons presently unknown to the undercover Dark Lord, they had targeted The Larkspur Cresent and went onto try and cover it up. They would have succeeded too if not for the intervention of this Shiraya-Jedi who was speaking so eloquently to the assembly today.

The unwanted attention and scrutiny brought by the Larkspur incident was a grave threat to Her and their interests in the Republic. Supporting Wend Maricon, through the funding and creation of The Tarsai Vigil subsidiary were of importance, but no less a front utilized to create assets and influence in Nabooian Republic space for the purpose of surveillance, and learning about The Order of Shiraya. If the assembly ruled that an official investigation into the whereabouts of the missing ship and persons were launched, bringing with it the full authority, resources and weight of the Republic with it, then it could turn up more rocks than just what they were looking for.

Today, Ala Quin 's investigation had to die.

Focusing her gaze upon Ala, Her considered her opponent with a sense of longing. In a previous life, before she had met The Nomad, the two of them would have been allies. The Shiraya-Jedi were different to the Knights of the Old Republic who had once protected The Old Republic during the ill-fated wars of the 830s between them and the emergent Eighth Sith Empire, nor the latter's successor in the form of The One Sith who went onto annex The Core Worlds by 851 ABY. But she could tell, even from their first interaction, and the way she spoke to the gathered assembly, that Ala was similar to £$%^ &^%$.

You would think that would make what was set to happen to today hard. Difficult. But Her had given up all hopes of peace, or salvation. This wouldn't be hard to do at all. There was no room for feelings, or emotion. Just the simple cold, hard truth. She had murdered &^%$ a long time ago. There was no room for feelings of nostalgia for the past even if this Shiraya-Jedi had inspired a momentary lapse in her thinking. No... If she was not stopped today then Ala would fly too close to the sun to peer upon the other side, and that could not be allowed to happen, for the dark side is blinding.

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[Dominique Vexx]

It might not be a full session, but once Dominique learned of its agenda she had made a deliberate effort to attend in person regardless. It had not overtly called attention to itself, of course, but as someone that had been involved in several incidents and taken personal interest in the Five Veils Trade Route, it hadn't been difficult to read between the lines. A simple report on the loss of a single ship would seem such a small thing otherwise.

Dominique sat in her seat as representatives assembled. She smiled and even shook the hands of a few of them, taking advantage of the opportunity to maintain a positive impression of Denon. Now wasn't the time to engage in corporate negotiations or diplomatic wrangling, however. Not enough time. Too public. But little promises and nods could be afford to maintain interest.

Soon enough the doors opened to admit one of the Shiraya Jedi.

Jedi. One of the most exhausting factions in the galaxy to deal with. So many of them were zealots for "justice" and assaulted Denon with preconceived notions. Were some of the DireX heavy handed? Of course. Were there incidents? It was an ecumenopolis it was unavoidable. Dominique hoped she might engage with these Jedi to understand their philosophy and perhaps help negotiate an understanding with them. Later. Today's affair, blessedly, was on a matter she looked forward to hearing about.

One hand rested atop her left forearm as Ala spoke. Discrete shifts of her finger tips input commands into the hidden slicing deck tied into her glareshades. It was important to make note of what was being presented, and to call up additional information that wasn't worth saying because politicians and nobles might lose the overall thread. Dominique, on the other hand, was compiling whatever she could about the Five Veils and movements of Cortessan Finance Group.

"There has been an increase of 'incidents' along the Five Veils Trade Route of late," Dominique declared as she uncoiled from her seat. "A curious pattern has begun to emerge, as this most recent report affirms. A pattern of someone or some group deliberately shaping control throughout the entire length of the trade route, which would bode poorly for anyone, any company, or any government that would seek to benefit from its renewal."

Dominique's painted lips curled upward at the irony of the moment. "I propose this body should investigate further, to ensure that we all may benefit from this trade route equally and without further disruption." To think it would be Denon suggesting an investigation was needed rather than trying to downplay the necessary. A terrible turn of events that might have been avoided had Cortessan embraced Denon as a partner rather than positioned itself as a financial rival regarding this trade route's bounty.

Ala Quin | Her | Royal Assembly [Open]​

 

[Dominic Praxon]

Dominic sat with measured poise beside Senator Calia Vonn, the subtle gleam of authorization still freshly imprinted on the datapad he carried. The usual second delegate from Enarc was notably absent from this session, and though no official announcement had been made, those in the chamber would recognize the quiet symbolism of his presence: a Praxon permitted to sit where power resided.

He leaned slightly toward the Senator, voice low and carefully modulated. "That was quite the declaration," he murmured, glancing toward the floor of the Assembly where Ala Quin had just spoken. "And not without consequence. If the Larkspur Crescent incident gains traction in the press... or worse, proves substantiated, we may find ourselves entangled in more than just market tremors."

Calia Vonn offered a soft, unreadable smile. "Dominic, surely you're not entertaining conspiracy from a Jedi who—while eloquent—offers more moral concern than evidence. We vetted these partners. The Five Veils Oversight Committee ensured the contracts were watertight, competitive, and well-distributed. No favoritism. No monopolies. Every credit accounted for."

Her tone was warm, even pleasant, but it left little room for doubt. She was dismissing the notion before it could root.

Dominic’s hazel eyes remained steady on hers, though there was a hint of furrow in his brow. "Of course. Still... in my experience, even the most meticulously balanced ledgers can be massaged—especially by hands skilled in keeping them that way."

Vonn chuckled lightly, brushing a nonexistent crease from her sleeve. "That’s a Brentaalan cynicism talking, my dear. Out here, we favor trust. Collaboration."

He nodded once, the ghost of a smile playing at the edge of his mouth. "And I favor being ahead of the storm, Senator. Especially when the winds are stirred from within."

Their exchange was quiet, unremarkable to those watching from afar. But beneath the polished surface, tension pulsed—something unspoken passing between them. Vonn’s confidence, ever unshaken. Dominic’s unease, expertly concealed. And just between the two, a question unvoiced but heavy:

Who exactly was profiting from silence?

Senator Vonn rose smoothly, her presence composed and deliberate as she addressed the chamber. Her voice, though not loud, carried with the authority of a seasoned legislator.

"Honored colleagues of the Assembly," she began, tone measured, "we must remember that speculation—however passionately delivered—must not be mistaken for evidence. The Five Veils Initiative is not the endeavor of one company, nor the ambition of a singular interest. It is the product of many hands, many voices, and months of oversight conducted by this very body."

She offered a diplomatic smile, her gaze sweeping those assembled. "The Oversight Committee reviewed every contract. No clause escaped scrutiny. The firms involved—whether logistical, financial, or security-related—were all subject to competition, and no preferential treatment was granted."

A gentle hand rested on the railing before her.

"While I do not doubt the sincerity of the concerns raised here today, I urge this Assembly to temper action with due diligence. Let us not allow fear to cloud the confidence we have built in this venture. The Five Veils is a beacon of opportunity—not a battleground for innuendo."

She inclined her head slightly, then resumed her seat beside Dominic.

Ala Quin Dominique Vexx Her @Royal Assembly​

 

[Annis Riyaré]

Annis Riyaré, Countess of Lopenthé, Senator of Naboo

Location: Senate Antechamber
Gear: Voidstone bracelet
Tag: Ala Quin Her Dominique Vexx Dominic Praxon

Annis sat listening for a while, whether she needed to say anything today would be a decision she would make later. She looked at Jedi Quinn as she spoke to the session, she was pleased that the Jedi spoke humbly as a citizen and did not attempt to throw her position around, it helped smooth things along as any person of the Republic could,, in theory be given the same right to be heard by this chamber.

Most of the chamber seemed to be leaning towards a tempered approach to an investigation although she wondered whether the complaint by Quinn was more a matter for law enforcement than for the Senate chamber, nevertheless, they were discussing it.

She decided to speak.

"Honoured senators, economic partners and respected citizens. If what Miss Quinn states is true, then the people of Naboo mourn this terrible tragedy. I propose that as a first act, we ensure that law enforcement is tasked with uncovering the fate of the Larkspur, at the very least the families deserve more than rumours about their loved ones."

She addressed the senator of Enarc first.

"Senator Vonn, we are well aware of the complexities and the multiple facets that make up the Five Veils Inititiave, this does not remove the risk that it could become corrupted and influenced by undue forces, a few people in the right place can have a great deal of influence." She cast her arm around the room they were in.

"You are correct though that due diligence is essential, this house cannot be seen as needlessly reactionary or be accused of chasing ghosts, full and transparent investigation should be undertaken before any formal charges are brought. In the meantime we must place additional interim oversight measures on the Initiative, if there is nothing to find I cannot see them having any reason to contest a little extra monitoring." They likely would but this was a civilisation ruled by law, there were little other choices, forced nationalisation just felt a little too, Imperial.

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[Eleonore Zoltán]

|| MARKED FOR OBSTRUCTION ||
Ambition - Chapter 1

TAG: Ala Quin | Annis Riyaré | Dominic Praxon | Dominique Vexx | Her ​

THE ROYAL ASSEMBLY, THEED

The revitalisation of the Five Veil Routes has been detrimental to House Zoltán’s financial performance as of late. Commanding a respectable armada of privately owned freighters, the Noble House built their fortune on ancient network of traders, miners, and sovereigns, and the privilege it gave them in their operations in the Southern part of the Corellian Run. And that status-quo is now threatened by the seemingly sudden shift of the trade flows.

Eleonore called for an emergency meeting as soon as she heard of whispers. Alastair, the patriarch of House Zoltán, Hugo Montserrat, the exiled Serennian industrial tycoon, and a couple others within their inner circle. It was thanks to her position as the Duchess Regent of Ropagi II, and subsequently the Senator of said planet, that she secured the seat at the table. It was her late husband’s, after all, even though her voice was heard and respected behind their backs. Still, being the actual face of her own ambitions is a completely different feeling.

At the day of the hearing, she arrived early to observe unfamiliar faces and any other clues on who’s backing this alarming initiative. That is her ultimate objective. After all, the faster they can sabotage, or usurp, the ‘valiant’ effort, the faster the figure will rise.

Listening to the accusations and plea of the Jedi, and subsequently the representative of Denon, she can’t help but feel like the accusers are moving too fast and too aggressively to secure a strong case. If her suspicions are true, these people are not amateurs. Throwing baseless accusations only makes people sympathetic, and that’s the worst case scenario. Luckily, it seems like the Senator of Naboo, a Centrist like Eleonore, and to a lesser extent the Senator of Enarc, share a similar sentiment.

“Throwing accusations is not going to solve anything. The disappearance of Larkspur Crescent is still an open case, so let’s treat it as such. Where is this evidence mentioned? A Jedi intuition shouldn’t rule over the fact that we haven’t found anything. We all want nothing but the truth. If the Assembly cares about the victims and families left behind, there is nothing we can do but support the Royal Intelligence Bureau in their investigation.”​

 

[Ala Quin]

Ala’s fingers tightened faintly on the datapad at her side.

She had listened—intently—to each speaker. She heard the skepticism. The caution. The measured tones. And though she respected the process, it struck her that no one else seemed to feel the heat of what this meant.

She stepped back toward the center, cheeks still faintly flushed, curls falling slightly into her face until she brushed them aside with an absent-minded swipe of her wrist. One of the sleeves of her crimson tunic slid down the curve of her arm, unnoticed.

“I understand the need for restraint,” she began, soft but clear, “and I respect the Assembly’s desire not to leap toward scandal or shadow. But if you’ll permit me a moment—”

She lifted the datapad, tapped the display, and held it up.

“What I presented to the Assembly is here: a partially recovered directory fragment confirming a vessel designation and scan match. It was intercepted. It was boarded. And the officer who gave me this—" her voice faltered, “—has not been seen since. His log-in signature no longer exists in their system.”

Ala passed the datapad carefully to an aide, motioning for it to be submitted to the Assembly Clerk. She’d made five copies. One was already en route to the Royal Intelligence Bureau.

“I am not making a criminal charge,” she continued. “I am asking for an investigation. I am asking this chamber to recognize that when a civilian ship disappears under suspicious corporate detention, and the body responsible wipes its logs... that we do not answer with silence.”

She looked around, finding their eyes.

“I’m not a senator. I wasn’t raised to navigate political nuance. But I know when people are afraid to speak. I’ve met their families. They just want to know what happened.”

Ala paused, the breath she took tight in her chest.

“If this chamber won’t act... then what are we telling the galaxy about what the Republic stands for?”

There it was. A touch too impassioned, maybe. But she didn't try to take it back.

| Her Dominique Vexx Annis Riyaré Dominic Praxon Eleonore Zoltán @Royal Assembly |​

 

[Dominique Vexx]

Ala Quin 's plea put Dominique in a difficult spot. On one hand, she did desire for the Senate to authorize an investigation into Cortessan. On the other, Ala's latest call for action carried with it long-reaching ramifications. Arguably, one could undo the damage or side-step it in future circumstances, but then it became that much more unavoidable. On the other hand, by not encouraging the Senate to corral the influence or manipulation by corporations interests back home would be served.

That being true, Dominique had the thought of potentially approaching Ala outside of chambers. If she'd found this much, perhaps all she needed was the resources to follow-up on her efforts? A Patron to support her in acquiring credits, transportation, arranging meetings with certain individuals? That would likely be the best course of action. They would not let Cortessan act as they wished, but the Senate wouldn't be armed to impede good business once current matters were settled.

A little extra review was pleasantly supported by Annis Riyaré , which should help probe Cortessan's influence.

"Denon has only just recently been invited to participate in this chamber's activities. An oversight on our part not to engage the Royal Naboo Republic sooner for a prosperous future," Dominique called out, shouldering the 'blame' of not being a member so the good Senators didn't feel it was an attack. "These contracts and invoices that the Oversight Committee oversees, would they be open for review? I only ask because the Five Veils Initiative benefits greatly with Denon at one of its trail heads, and I would hate for there to be any previously unforeseen friction with any of our local laws." Their later membership would be a smoke screen for her -- or her assistants -- to review those contracts that Senator Vonn ( Dominic Praxon ) found them beyond reproach. If they were so solid then there shouldn't be any problem reviewing them.

Whether anyone would rise to Ala's impassioned plea for immediate and overwhelming Senatorial action remain to be seen. Dominique, however, would support the young woman in her own way. She would need to meet with Ala so she knew she wasn't alone. It would need to be discrete. A cover story of some sort. A guise. Something that didn't make it obvious it was a direct follow-up to these public events. Well, they'd figure something out. Perhaps Ala would even be grateful and let Dominique know if the Jedi started feeling uneasy about Denon so they could settle matters before rising to the level of requiring the Senate's involvement?

Her | Eleonore Zoltán | Open​

 

[Her]

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Naboo, Naboo system, Chommel sector, Mid Rim;
The Royal Assembly, Theed;
Within the realms of The Royal Naboo Republic.
Tag: Ala Quin | Dominique Vexx | Dominic Praxon | Annis Riyaré | Eleonore Zoltán |

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"Wend Maricon is an enigmatic figure of little origin or known history. Despite this they are the brain behind the rise of the Cortessan Finance Group who are the financial muscle behind the re-emergence of the Five Veils trading route as an important hyperlane found in the Southern systems. . ."
-- Excerpts of an analysis about the Cortessan Finance Group and it's many subsidiaries.

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THE FIVE VEILS CONSPIRACY.
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Quietly Her observed the proceedings of the Royal Assembly. One leg found itself folded neatly over the other, as she sat leaning against the back of her designated seat, while folding either hand over the other in a pose that allowed her to turn and look upon each dignitary as they discussed the findings of Ala Quin . Words of oversight, review and investigation melded together in sycophancy of politics which reminded her of a past life on Humbarine and the familiarity of democracy unfelt since the dying days of the Old Republic.

Persons less cunning and calculative than Her would have spoken up by now in an attempt to dissuade the motions that had been put into play by the impassioned speech of the Shiraya-Jedi whom stood before the Royal Assembly. But instead of involving herself into the proceedings at play, Her remained quiet. Eerily so. Adaption to transient events was the mark of a true master, and so adapt she shall. This political body, who served at the discretion of Queen Kalantha as an august body of peace, order and justice found itself torn in regards to the recent developments in the Southern systems while they found themselves as outsiders trying to gleam insight into a conspiracy that was brewing along The Five Veils.

Discretion was a tool well known to those who hid in public. As Palpatine had once said it was a superior disguise. To speak up in these proceedings, in order to affect the course of events in the public eye, was to invite scrutiny and suspicion to add on top of the accusations made upon The Tarsai Vigil by Quin and her three week long investigation into the whereabouts of The Larkspur Cresent. It would have been a desperate act to speak up here in these proceedings; a final gambit to protect herself from their prying eyes. It was so unnecessary. Not when key players surrounding The Five Veils Initiative had been exposed to her through these proceedings. Denon. Ropagi II. Naboo. Her took note of their representatives here today.

They would be dealt with accordingly.

But what Her had heard so far was not beyond the reaches of her machinations. What they spoke of was the type of oversight and interruption into the activities of the Vigil that she had expected in the weeks which led up to the formation of the subsidiary. Nothing out of the ordinary had been said so far. While new to the Cortessan-- the latest acquisition to join a long set of subsidiaries owned by the organisation-- The Tarsai Vigil had not been suspicious in it's application to the initiative responsible for overseeing operations along the Five Veils route while Wend Maricon went about it's re-emergence and subsequent growth to rival the Corellian Run. Therefore it was to be afforded every benefit of the doubt. Suspicion may warrant the clarity of an investigation but machinations of this august body had deemed the Vigil as legitimate before these allegations had been made against it by the same people who were sitting here today. The fruits of bureaucracy would be helpful in this matter, Her felt.

Yes, this Shiraya-Jedi might be onto something to warrant a deeper look in, but she had not generated concrete proof of any crime. There was a plausible deniability that would shield the Vigil from the scrutiny of this political body, it's members and the committee founded to oversee the initiatives behind the re-establishment of The Five Veils route. No bodies, no ship, fragmented data... This was not enough to convict. Only to suspect, and Her was used to that type of suspicion. Years of double-lives and falsehoods among the most dangerous, violent men the galaxy had to offer. Sith. Imperial. Criminal. To be sat among these Naboo, and to enjoy the safeguards of their laws-- the philosophy of innocent until proven guilty-- was a refreshing experience in comparison to the dark corners of the galaxy that she had learned to co-exist in.

As they continued to discuss the Larkspur incident, the decision to ruin Ala Quin in these proceeding subsided and in it's place took the calm focus of patience. Another tool known to those who operated in plain sight as they obfuscated their true selves with the power of the dark side. Her needn't do nothing today. The suggestions of Dominique Vexx did not invite catastrophe, or ruin to the project. The objections and lines of inquiry from the likes of Eleonore Zoltán or Annis Riyaré only served to complicate the matter in ways that served Her agenda. They were not onto her, and this was good because it was only when the time was right that the Royal Assembly should learn of the Sith influence that had brought about these proceedings today.

No... It was enough to let things play out for now. To bide her time, and wait to see what happened next. As the face of Tarsai, and it's operations along the Five Veils, Her was in a position of importance in this matter. It was in her best interests for this to play out in a way that did not affect the Cortessan and their goals with the expectation that her support and guidance would bring her closer into their circle. Yet, without her co-operation, they would not discover much and from that vantage point she would lead astray far from the anomaly found on Enarc.

The truth could be whatever you decided it to be.

With the deep pockets of the Cortessan and her own financial gains acquired from the end of the Imperial occupation in Tion Hegemony, there were many ways to ensure that an investigation launched into the Larkspur incident would gleam half-truths and falsehoods designed to obfuscate both the Five Veils conspiracy, and more importantly, the machinations of the Rule of Two as they found themselves entangled in the politics of the Naboo for the first time in almost a millennia.

Silence can be golden just like you.

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