New Republic vs John Doe [New Republic Dom of Brentaal IV Hex]

[Oz Sill]

Oz rose a brow and shot her master an incredulous look at his question of whether or not either of them could bake. The young Zabrak simply shook her head at the man's attempt at humor. The room was a mess, and if she were being honest, the outside of the place didn't look much, if any, better. In fact, this whole planet felt uncomfortable. But, that was to be expected, she supposed. Her master and his companion didn't seem to be affected by it at all, but, then again, they were far more experienced and traveled than she was.

The few known facts of this case were swimming through her head, searching for motive outside of the obvious. Thus far, Master Cedric had figured out the location of the supplier for the components for the explosive device used, and that would undoubtedly be a great start. But, it troubled Oz that this case involved death. Was that all that she would be surrounded by? The young woman shook the thoughts from her head, glancing back to her master as they traveled in the armored speeder to their next destination, unsure of what to "say" to try and put a dent in the silence. Of course, there wasn't much she could actually do without some kind of vocalizing device. Hey, that was a thought...

[member="Cedric Grayson"]

 

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Silence from Alyson, as the older woman was wont to do. Cedric had grown rather used to her bouts of daydreaming; he only assumed it was a side effect of her deep immersion within the force.

Nonetheless, they had a case to solve, and his padawan was likely getting a bit antsy. He felt a bit of what he interpreted as the beginnings of anxiety seeping off of his student in short waves, and chose to break the silence as the speeder began to slow over a series of manufacturing facilities.

"Once this is all resolved I'm looking forward to moving out toward Tython," Cedric mused, "We intend to rebuld the temple. I've heard there's a gathering of militaristic Jedi there, but I don't really intend to give up our ancestral homeworld to a few overzealous crusaders." He continued as the speeder settled on one of the landing pads. No one was there to greet the trio.

"Have you ever been to any of the Jedi holy worlds?" He asked of his padawan, evidently unconcerned with the case for the moment. He looked back to read her signs as the speeders powered down.

[member="Oz Sill"]

 

[Harley Fenstermacher]

Harley had not really noticed [member="Annika"], or really who they were, only thing he knew was something about the Galactic Empire, maybe a defector from the time the Republic was still stationed in the outer rim. "Force not the desired outcome, I prefer making ultimatums that they cannon refused, but we are not here to 'pitch' anything, just to judge over a hearing and seeing what evidence there is". "Your job it to sit down, stay silent and make sure nothing tried to screw with this case".

Well when has anything ever really prevented the Sith from attacking? they were the type of people that would nuke their own planet just to avoid and invasion, then blame the attacking side. Harley did not really expect any real negotiation to ever emerge from the too, their last encounter with the Empire not going well even on a neatrual world under the very peaceful circumstances. "Guess we will just have to play it by ear".

Following the Vic-cencerlor the group entered into the main hall, [member="Tobias Dracks"] being pretty standard and straight to the point, something that these business people liked quite a lot. No beating around the bush, straight into what when how and why, "Hopefully this whole dilemma will be taken care of within a reasonable time frame with results everyone can agree with". Though most of the merchant houses were in favor of joining the republic and were most likely not responsible for the attack there were certainly a few who did not. The local population, while not the most welcome did not seem like the type to want or have the ability for such an attack... unless it was a join operation.

 

[Ordon Trozky]

Post #2

Trade Hall
Cormond, Brentaal IV

Delving into files that hadn't seen the light of day in... years brought back memories of the men and women with whom he had served on the old senate. Those he respected, those he tolerated, and those he was barely civil with, he remembered them all, and they were all names doubtless lost to the tides of galactic shift. With his face propped against a loose fist at the mouth, Ordon was immersed in thought to such a depth that the first time Isar called for him, it didn't register. Second time was the charm, and startled the Lord, lifting his eyes in a sharp way to the doorway, and driving his fist away from his mouth.

"My lord...?"

Ordon composed himself, clearing his throat, "Yes, Isar?"

"The Republic representatives are in the main chamber..."

Ordon glanced at the chrono on his terminal, and shot to his feet. Where had the time gone? He rounded the desk, and made for the door at the side of his office that would take him to the meeting, stopping after a few steps and going back to retrieve his suit jacket from the back of his chair. Lifting it with a mild sheepish glance at the younger man, he disappeared out the aforementioned door and down the corridor, shrugging the jacket on and fastening the button around his midriff. It wasn't like him to be late for anything. Was this what it was to be baby-brained? Upon reaching the back door to the chamber, he entered, carrying himself in a manner that spoke to his position: head level, shoulders drawn back, and no hint of a slouch, projecting the commanding presence and air of unassuming confidence instilled in him from the earliest days of his life.

"My apologies for my tardiness, Senator, Vice Chancellor - these are trying times for us all," simply put, he did not delve into his personal distractions. "And yes," he turned to the long-haired one, recalling his name, "Senator Fenstermacher, that is the hope."

But his eyes went to the new face that was with them, his expression impassive. He hadn't met this one yet. Unannounced visitors were often treated in a civil manner, and afforded little courtesy beyond that. Unannounced visitors marching in with the look of a threat were less welcome, but Lord Trozky looked on the dark-haired woman a moment futher, then continued on, unfazed.

"As we all well know, Republic Ambassador Taldor Connors, and others with him within the Republic Embassy three days past, were murdered in an egregiously violent act that has struck fragility into the agreement betwen us, and put a stain on this council's honour. The blood of welcome, honoured guests has been spilled on our soil, and the perpetrators remain at large."

Ordon turned, gesturing to a sharp-faced older woman, whose house was responsible for handling, security, and eventual clean-up of the crime scene.

"Lady Olemas will now share this council's current findings."

As she rose from her seat and stepped forward, he stepped away and sank into his, giving her the floor. Aleina Olemas gestured, and a projection of the embassy prior to the explosion came to life in the centre of the chamber, upon which she began to explain the specifics of the bomb, its materials and placement, and the direction of the blast, amongst other relevant information, the holographic model morphing along with her words to show how that occurred, based on initial findings. Unfortunately, surveillance records from within the building were badly damaged, and the rebuilding of those files was going slow, if at all, making identification of any who entered and left the embassy prior to the attack difficult. When she was done, Aleina returned to her seat, and Ordon rose once again, giving his thanks to the older noble.

"Progress is... admittedly slow, and the longer this takes, the colder the trail gets," his eyebrows lifted in the slightest change to his neutral expression, and his gaze settled on the three non-Brentaalans in the room, "and the more impact it has on trade." It had to be said. The flow of goods and credits was central to the turn of his world, and it rippled down the hyperlanes when a thing sought to disrupt those flows. "In the interests of having this tied up as soon as possible, you have our full cooperation."

Ordon gave the Vice Chancellor and Senator a muted smile.

"Questions? I now leave the floor open to you."

[member="Tobias Dracks"] | [member="Harley Fenstermacher"] | [member="Annika"]​

 

[Tobias Dracks]

Post: 4

Tobias was not really interested in the small details of this little stunt on the Brentaalian's side. In his mind, he saw that the Brentaal Houses were at fault for the whole mess as it was. Pretty allowed to do as they will for all their time under the yoke of other nations, they used their money to have politicians look the other way. Now with the Sith and other Nations offering the ideals of restoring order and prevention of suffering. The Merchant Houses have forced some of the population into going against their wills.

However, after looking at the large house of elderly men and young aristocratic, he realized they really did not feel the effects of the long standing wars outside their star system. This planet and their people were too valuable to be wasted on an attack of little gain.

Seeing the the evidence placed before him he realized that they had sent their Representative without knowing this could happen. No one had really known Ambassador Taldor Connors very well, he was chosen by the Provisional Government to oversee relations with the planet. However, to see the man killed in such a relentless way was truly mortifying. He stepped up to the Houses Rep, "Vice Chancellor Tobias Drakes, the senate has asked us here to really take oversight of the criminal activity, Senator Fenstermacher will act as the Republic Judge while a man of your choosing will act as the Brentaal Judge, I will only be here to oversee the investigation and be the Prosecutor under the laws of the New Republic," He paused, "We have already sent Investigators to search for evidence of the bombing, after they return with a culprit we will prosecute them and after this mess is sorted out, the Brentaal House will select a representative to sent to the Senate in due haste."

[member="Ordon Trozky"] | [member="Harley Fenstermacher"]​

 

[Zark San Tekka]

Shadow-class Transport Ad Astra
Cormond Spaceport, Brentaal IV​

"Control, this is Deacon. I'm planetside."

The muffled whine of Special Agent Desmond Darksword's cutting edge stealth transport spooling down punctuated his arrival on Brentaal IV. He had been the closest SIS officer to the scene of the day's earlier destruction, and as soon as the priority assignment flashed across his comms, he had kicked the Shadow-class into high gear.

"Copy that, Deke," a robotic sounding voice intoned through the static of his encrypted communique with Carida Central Ops, "Military intelligence and the Jedi Order are already on site. We're still haggling out jurisdiction here, so for the time being you're primarily an observer."

"Good ol Republican bureaucracy," he muttered to himself, killing the channel with home base, So it's a circus, then.

It wasn't about the spotlight for Deacon. If he truly cared about credit, he was most certainly in the wrong line of business. But he was used to working alone, and too many badges in one place always spelled trouble. Not to mention his agency was still very much in the process of rebuilding, they had yet to earn the begrusging respect all good spooks sought to cultivate in their comrades.

A planetary representative met him at the end of his ship's loading ramp, whittling at his patience with superfluous matters of protocol before ushering him along to a smaller landing pad where an armored government airspeeder was idling in expectation of his arrival.

"Advance team tracked explosive residue to a local corp," his airspeeder pilot was with the Brentaal constabulary, and provided him with his first pieces of actionable intel since he had arrived, "Dorza Manufacturing. They have a plant nearby, EOD is on site now. That's where we're headed."

Deacon nodded, spending the rest of the flight in sullen silence. Tapping away it his personal datapad, he began to study up on the local players, trying to get the lay of the land as far as likely suspects. There wasn't much to go on. They landed a few klicks out from the manufacturing center, and he hoofed it the rest of the way on foot.

"Agent Darksword, Strategic Information Service," he flashed his credentials at the gathered Republic operatives, "Bring me up to speed."

[member="Cedric Grayson"] | [member="Alyson Halle"] | [member="Veleri Saranai"] | [member="Oz Sill"]​

 

[Sor-Jan Xantha]

Objective: BYOO
Location: Nebulon-C escort frigate Defiant,
Assignment: Patrol of the Ringali Nebula
Gear: Flight Suit | Scout Blaster | Lightsaber

[ theme for the Republic Navy ]​

Twenty-seven particles of space dust per cubic meter.

Join the Navy, they said. See the universe, they said. Well, you know what they didn't talk about? The fact that all there was to see was just twenty-seven particles of space dust per cubic meter.

The youngling was seriously bored. He'd gone sideways in the captain's chair, legs over one side as his head hung, upside-down, over the other. When he'd decided to re-connect with his Republic past, he'd forgotten how utterly dull these patrols could be.

Probably because what stuck out most in his mind were the one-in-a-million chances that had turned into patrols that had been not boring. And also not moments of his life that he cared to be repeating.

The Defiant was on a slow course on the edge of the nebula, drifting through the section of the Bormea Sector that would bring them into the Brentaal System and a planned re-fueling stop at Sel Zonn Station. Where, hopefully, there be a lot more going on than just twenty-seven particles of space dust per cubic meter.

"Captain."

Legs kicked up, the youngling inverted himself around in the chair so that he was now leaning over the back of it, as he gazed back at the com-scan officer. "Pirates?" the boy asked eagerly. "Distress call? Zombie porg apocalypse?"

"No, sir, I..." the woman began, only to stop short. "Wait, what?"

Arms resting down the back of the chair, the boy hung there listlessly. "Zombie porg apocalypse," the youngling clarified, quite matter-of-fact. "It's totally a thing."

The com-scan officer just gave a shake of her head finally. "No, sir, incoming message from Republic Command," the woman clarified, getting back in the swing of her original reason for addressing the imp-like officer in command. "They've moved up our scheduled timetable for arrival to the Brentaal System."

"Well, at least they didn't cancel it," the tow-headed youth remarked candidly, even as he bounced around. Kicking his legs out from underneath himself, the boy crashed down on his butt in the chair. Settling into the oversized command seat, he looked over toward the navigation as he remarked, "Navigator, I need a course to Brentaal."

The Togruta there just gave a nod. Reviewing the star chart in front of him a moment, the man glanced over to the helmsman and lee-helm before ordering, "Helm, come to zero-eight-seven. Zed-minus three degrees."

"Zero-eight-seven, zed-minus three degrees," the helmsman noted. Beyond the canopy, the field of stars shifted as the frigate altered its orientation. When the stars had stopped moving, the voice of the helmsman was heard again to say, "Hyperdrive at your command, sir."

Throwing a hand forward in a casual gesture, the youngling-knight uttered a simple, "Punch it."

 

[Harley Fenstermacher]

Judging time, not he was very familiar with, to be honest the Echani had more events were he was the one being judged, not that the Republic needed to know about that, old pre-senator problems, long dealt with. At least one could count on Harley to be un-bias in the case, a small advantage that came with running an arms business, was always a bad idea to favor one side over the other, even if he did agree with them. Same would go for trial, just because he was a senator did not mean he was just going to make things swing in the favor of the Republic at every opportunity.

"I hope the investigation team has gathered some worth wile evidence, in the mean time I believe we should get some basic seating and what ever new information that has arisen prepared for the trial". He was trying to play to the crowd a little, no doubt the old council members were just as eager to sort this mess out, least cause any more problems for themselves.

[member="Tobias Dracks"]

 

[National Extremist]

Location: Safehouse, Brentaal IV

It seemed that the trail they had left behind was starting to run cold, the four individuals that had started the insurrection of the Brentaal people were now in hiding. Within the large trade city they were able to blend into the local individuals and work to get their next plans into action.

-- "Devon, whe-"

-- "Do not use our real names, you know the rules Mr. Pink." One of the terrorist slammed his hands on the table, the few plastic explosive laying there jumped with the electrical components there as well. "The New Republic could use it to get to our families and torture them to get to the Party."

-- The other man nodded while the other two who were wearing military fatigues were watching the windows of their 13th floor room. One of them looked at the seemingly leadership figure, "Fine Mr. Blue, where do we go from here, the New Republic already sent investigators to search for us, how are we to fill out the second plan?"

-- The man standing only looked down on the man who messed up their protocol. Speaking from the side of his mouth towards the military man, he started, "Councilman three wants us to start a protest by the Trading Hall and provoke the Republic Soldiers to attack the crowed," He broke his death stare and walked to the corner of the room to a armor set that had a sheet over it, "Mr. Green and Mr. Yellow are going to dress up as these," He pulled a sheet off to revile a Republic Trooper Armor Set, "And fire on the crowed when I detonate the droid bomb near the checkpoint, we do that and ISIC will send us people to extract us."

-- The room nodded as the mission was set up, they had their mission now.

[member="Deacon"] [member="Cedric Grayson"] [member="Alyson Halle"] [member="Oz Sill"]​

 

[Zark San Tekka]

"Cormond authorities! We have a warrant to search the premises and detain witnesses for questioning."

As soon as EOD gave the all clear, local Brentaal law enforcement personnel swept through the Dorza Manufacturing plant, clearing all the employees out and investigating the premises with the assistance of Republic and Jedi forces.

Agent Darksword, for his own part, circled the outer perimeter with his eyes peeled for anything out of the ordinary. They could not afford to assume this was just an isolated incident, so he commed his handlers to inform aides to Vice Chancellor [member="Tobias Dracks"] that additional security measures would be necessary until their investigative work produced results.

He was just finishing up his conversation when a flashing glint of metal caught his attention. Someone had pried open a rear service hatch to the manufacturing facility, and off in the distance Deacon caught sight of a figure moving rapidly on foot in the distance.

"All units, this is Darksword. I've got a runner, am in pursuit."

He ran in long loping strides, extensive cybernetic enhancements to his muscle tissue and adrenal gland allowing himself to push himself beyond human norms without pausing to rest. Drawing his service weapon and setting the sonic pistol to it's stun settings, the Special Agent knew it would only be a matter of time before he caught up to his suspect.

[member="National Extremist "]| [member="Cedric Grayson"] | [member="Alyson Halle"] | [member="Oz Sill"]​

 

[Kanta Tukka]

BYOO: Try not to piss off the locals… and by that, Kanta means try to piss off the locals.

Kanta Tukka was a tall Akalenedat’ike. Tallest in his creche! Tallest Chorister to leave the planet! The tallest of the tallest of the tall.

Especially when he stood on a box conveniently marked ‘Bantha soapcicles: Nemoidian Flavoured’. The three foot marsupial coughed loudly in the middle of the street, tapping his feet rhythmically on the ground in a pitter-patter-pitter-patter meant to garner attention, and show that he had ever pretty footwork.

“AAAhahahahaha” He laughed in greeting! Was that not how all creatures greeted each other? With a hearty guffaw!? Swinging his coconut armour around to the front, and wrestling his shell-lute from around his bulbous back, the musically inclined Noasian rabble-rouser smacked his lips a few times for luck and started in on a song.

“Ooooooooooooooh Kanta sang for Joooorus Merrill!
Joooooorus Merrill!
Joooooorus Merrill!

Yes Kanta sang for Kooooorus Kettle and chaw-ko-late was his fee!”

This was it! The big time!

Kanta was going to sing so hard that all the chocolate on Brentaal would be his, and only his! All the better to share with his friends!

 

[Alexander Sannes]

Location: Trading Hall, Brentaal IV planetside


Alexander looked at the soldiers as he sighed and sat infront of the hall, watching people pass by one by one. There wasn't much for him to do, [member="Tobias Dracks"] and [member="Ordon Trozky"] having not needed more than a few in the room and Alexander would rather than Fenstermacher got to prove himself. The Echani was someone that Alexander had gotten to know well enough and was sure that there would be plenty ahead for the man. There was another he had seen when he was up there, though he had been uncertain of her name.

Little did he realize or know, that the day would get more exciting, his hands fiddled with a saber in his sleeve, eyes looking through the crowded streets. Things felt tense, but that was to be unsurprising. The bombing had left things uncertain and now Republic and Brentaal officials worked together to figure out how things were going to progress.

Alexander knew there would be Republic Operatives at work as well, people he did not know the names of but knew the reputation of. SIS was good about staying in the dark and is caused another sigh to slip from his lips, his eyes darkening but quickly changing as he smiled. A quick motion brought a case he carried with him always up to his lap and he seated it there without pause. The clasps came undone and Alexander smiled wide at the contents, withdrawing from the case a violin and bow.

He quickly cleared his throat and walked out towards the crowd, republic soldiers a little uneasy, as were the Brentaal security forces, but it was a normal thing to see the Echani Senator do this.

After all, everyone could appreciate a little music.

So he started playing, the man without pause or hesitation created a target that would be all too tempting for criminals and no gooders, but also would draw the eye of some very powerful people no doubt either. All he had to do was play bait.


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POV: Brentaal Terrorists

Location: Enroute to the Trading Hall

People of Note: [member="Deacon"], @Allyson Halle, [member="Cedric Grayson"], [member="Oz Sill"]


Deacon would not have a difficult time catching the man, but that did not mean he would be able to catch the man quickly. The man ran with as much speed as he could, nearly stumbling over himself and knocking into anything that remained in his way. Mr. Pink, that was the codename of the man that ran from Deacon now and barely made it some distance before he kept looking behind himself and seeing that he had not lost the SIS Agent.

He had to get out of there and his head turned to look down an alley that he could use.

Without second thought he rushed down it, knocking over boxes and a barrel before taking a right and finding a deadend waiting for him. The man stood there in shock, quickly trying to find some way to climb out of there or escape. His time was ticking and he couldn't risk staying here much longer. So he jumped, trying to grab onto some bit of metal and pull himself up. The process was far too slow and even as he did pull himself up, there was nothing to put his foot on, causing him to simply fall back to the ground and lay there, his head having hit the floor and dazed him.

But, while all this happened, a man stood, watching the republic invaders standing there, looking down on them as a single echani took out some instrument and began to play. They acted like they owned the world already, like the world was their playground and they could do whatever they wanted. His hand gripped hard on a detonator and waiting as the droid got in position. his accomplices would be dressed in Republic armor, waiting to make their move and waiting for the crowd to be turned into a mob.

All Mr. Blue had to do was give them a reason, and a reason he did as he grabbed a rock in his hand. He needed to ensure people would join him, so silently he moved through the crowd, speaking to those who would listen and getting a small group together while everything moved into place.

 

[Faith Organa]

Brentaal she remembered being here once a time ago. She kept moving in circles actually same planets, sometimes even the same people. Was she standing still? She did not know she moved through the crowds easily enough having left everyone behind for a change.

She then heard a bit of music, always a fan she moved towards the sounds. A small crowd stood in a half circle listening to the musician. Faith edged closer to see...[member="Alexander Sannes"] well well she thought what was he doing surely not playing for his supper.

She stood listening with the crowd waiting for the moment applause would be welcome.

 

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Trade Hall


Something tipped off the Jedi Master's senses.

He felt a slight shift in the winds of the empyrean; he envisioned it as the scent of a dangerous predator, and one that stalked dangerously close by. Cedric's brow furrowed beneath his mask as he scanned the hall for any sign of a threat. There were great mobs of people, and any one of them could be hiding a sidearm or some form of explosive. As the Jedi Master's gaze fell upon the Echani senator that seemed so eager to play his music, Cedric felt his heart drop.

Might as well just strap targets to our backs.

A hand fell to rest over the hilt of his lightsaber as the armored warrior came to a halt just a few paces away from the senator. He would not disrupt the man's music, as that would cause a panic when one was yet unwarranted, but whomever sought to cause trouble here would need to go through him first.

The Jedi Master gave the Echani the slightest of nods. Whatever that nod meant was entirely up to interpretation, but Cedric hoped [member="Alexander Sannes"] would get the memo.

 

[Harley Fenstermacher]

Location: Trade Hall
Post: 5

Introduction had thankfully been short and sweet, it seemed everyone wanted to get this trial out of the way, regardless of outcome it seemed, still he had to wonder who the suspects were. Being the judge it was kind of annoying not to know anything about the evidence before hand to stay 'neutral' in the matter, hee, him being neutral, that was a laugh. IN the mean time he just had to wait and see what would become of this event, the court and attendees waiting for the investigation team to come back with their findings and any possible suspects to the attack. 'Should I do the whole courts is in session now? or it that only for certified judges'?

As everyone got seated the Echani's eyes scanned the room, [member="Alexander Sannes"] seemed to be just mulling about around the side while [member="Cedric Grayson"] was acting very careful around him. That was rather odd, did he see him as a threat? Today was just full of strange thing, was this how a trial usually went?

 

[Alexander Sannes]

Location: Trading Hall, Brentaal IV planetside


Alexander was quick to draw the bow across the strings, a sound speeding up as his eyes shot from person to person with a wide smile painting his face and hair moving as he stepped around in the small area he had been given. The violin continued to sound in the street he stood in outside of the trading hall, visible to Harley through a window, easily kept in the eyesight of [member="Cedric Grayson"], and as Alexander moved, he saw a face he deeply recognized and smiled as he looked at [member="Faith Organa"], and old friend who he had served with many times in the past.

It would seem that Alderaan was a bit more interested in hearing out an old friend than he had expected, or perhaps this was just a courtesy visit but either way he continued, looking for anything that would tip off those in the area as Alexander played bait for those who would think that they could disrupt the path of justice.

In his ear, he heard that one of the conspirators had been caught and was on the way to the trading hall now, almost there and ready to be judged by the two who would determine the punishment of those involved. [member="Deacon"] would have been told about the ploy and even now Alexander was getting the information relayed to him, bringing an even wider smile to his face as he turned still playing and scanned the soldiers assembled in the front of the building.

Then there was the uneasy feeling as a mob began to gather in the far reaches of the crowd, headed by one in particular in the force. Though Alexander could not tell which, that did not matter for now as there would be an answer soon enough. All he had to do was wait.

But he thought of something and as he paused to give a bow, he opened his mouth and held a hand out to [member="Faith Organa"], speaking.

"If the lady would not mind, I would enjoy a small dance. Having recorded multiple of my songs, I am certain that there are those of you who would enjoy this chance." And so Alexander's role as bait continued, his head turning to make a small nod at Cedric and then towards the Republic troopers as he looked to be rolling his neck before returning his gaze to the Queen of Alderaan.

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POV: Terrorists


The two in republic soldier uniforms looked at eachother as the senator put himself right there in the street for all of them to look at and see, a target so tempting it was too good to be true but at the same time they knew this man was like this. This senator had always been one to be like this, the information given to them in their version of an intel brief. This senator had on numerous occasions done this very same thing and it was not unnatural for the sight to have occurred.

One was itchy though, they could get the shot now, they could kill a senator and prove a point, but they knew that was not the plan for them and that they were to fire on their own people once Mr. Blue sprang the plan and that would draw mass hate for the Republic. They just had to wait but waiting was getting to Mr Green, who wanted to blast that senator in the back.

Mr Blue by contrast was staring in that direction with surprise at how easy his job was being made and now that the crowd was stirred up, he moved through it to get a better view on the man, a rock in one hand and a blaster hidden in his sleeve as he looked to strike down the man playing that instrument. But them, something he did not expect to happen did so, and the man stopped, but asked for a dance from one in the crowd. Others were asked to join in and suddenly Mr Blue found the crowd turning into people pairing off to dance with the music, a fast paced and rapidly changing song that had people moving about quickly and made getting to the man much harder now.

Mr. Blue could not even see who it had been that the Echani had asked for a dance, the crowd having impeded his sight then and even more now as it moved around constantly. Only the white hair of the one that started all this stood out and allowed Mr. Blue to get closer, skirting along the outside and moving into position as the mob began to shout at how the Republic mocked Brentaal and its people.

The mob wasn't large enough for the two to fire on it yet, but it would not be long now.

 

[Faith Organa]

Location: Trading hall listening to [member="Alexander Sannes"]

So what was he up to? hmm she watched him as he played this wasn't really his style to play like this, she had a hard enough time getting him to play just for her let alone a group.

She smiled trying not to let onto anything unless she was wrong and he had overcome his extreme sensitivity to playing in public..

"OH a dance. of course Alexander." She extended her hand and moved closer, "Funny seeing you here Alexander." She tilted her head and waited for him to lead her through the dance. She wondered would he tell her what he was doing? How long since she had danced? A while there had been no formal balls on Alderaan for a time, perhaps it was time for one.

 

[Zark San Tekka]

"Get this piece of trash to lockup, and get him talking!"

Deacon scowled, lighting up a cigarra as he paused to catch his breath from the minor physical exertion running down his suspect had caused. It was a futile command, there wasn't enough time to extract any actionable intel and no guarantees that the agitator was in a position to know anything of use. He was running out of time. Something about the way the man had taunted him, implying another strike was already in motion. It wasn't an uncommon bluff, but his conviction had reeked of more than the usual desperate bluster.

He was already circling back towards the Trade Hall when scattered security alerts came in over his comm implant of a public disturbance and civil unrest. The SIS agent had noticed a shift in mood during the chase, but his obligation not to let a suspected terrorist escape custody had prevented him from investigating any further. Now that he had a chance to see for himself just how bad things had gotten, he was beginning to question if he had made the right call. Most of the gathered crowd was unaware, blissfully enjoying the day's celebrations, but Agent Darksword had been in enough bad spots during his career to recognize the mob about to turn ugly on its fringes.

Diving as inconspicuously as he could manage into the thick of it, he followed the sounds of the loudest voices knowing that eventually he would be drawn to some sort of ring leader. An hour ago everything had been civil, so much unrest in so short of time had to be by intelligent design. It was slow going, and after struggling against a tide of bodies Deacon paused at the edge of an impromptu dance circle, hoping to take advantage of the gap of onlookers to get a better view of his surroundings. Nearby, an Echani was playing folksy music and he noticed one of the best Queen [member="Faith Organa"] lookalikes he had ever seen amongst the revelers.

Something else caught his eye as well, a shifty looking man on the opposite end of the dance circle. In one hand he held something obscured, possibly a blunt instrument or something more innocuous. The other was hidden from view up his coat sleeve. Maybe just bad circulation, but it could also possibly mean some sort of concealed weapon. Instincts borne over a lifetime of paranoid urged him to make sure, but it was easier said than done. There were way too many civilians in the area, he couldn't risk instigating a las fight. His best hope was to get the drop on the guy, but that meant approaching a very jumpy looking individual unseen.

Pulling his collar tighter around his features, Deacon vanished back among the crowd as he weaved his way around the dance circle and towards his man. ([member="Alexander Sannes"])

[member="Cedric Grayson"] | [member="Harley Fenstermacher"]​

 

[Harley Fenstermacher]

Location: Trade Hall
Post: 5

Harley silently sat down waiting until the trail started, once again going over the information presented and what they had gathered so far. It was quite, the only really sound being the mumble and chatter of those on the ground, awaiting the Jedi and investigation team to return with the necessary evidence to start things but something felt off. It wasn't an immediate 'there is danger' feeling, but through the force he felt a constant wave of wariness, like someone was planning something dangerous but had yet to enact it or find the right chance.

Was it the terrorist from before? such a large gathering of NR personal would be a prime target, but considering the place was not a burning werak already it seemed they didn't want to kill the local traders. That was a little strange, but from that a small idea that the whole attack was planned by the trading union of the planet seemed more plausible. Just before they had arrived Harley had made a not to Tobias that he doubted the local populous was capable of such an attack, also suggesting that the NR would make the current wealth run country more democratic thus taking power away from the rich traders who more or less ran the planet. It made sense in mind but there was still no evidence to back anything up, all he could do was wait and see what the others found.

[member="Deacon"] [member="Faith Organa"] [member="Alexander Sannes"] [member="Cedric Grayson"]

 

[Alexander Sannes]

Location: Out front of the Trade Hall


Alexander took [member="Faith Organa"]'s hand instantly started stepping into the movements of his little dance, and one that was in no means formal like what Faith might have been expecting. The man was leading the woman in a quick movement as he inspired others to join in and like that the crowd would become a turning chaotic mess that disrupted things to a considerable point for the people who were busy trying to spark rage and violence. He knew that his actions would only cause confusion but that was the point as the more confusion there was, the harder it would be to organize effectively.

It was for that reason he smiled and spoke, keeping his voice low as the two moved and leaving his voice to be that same fluid motion his body mimicked.

"Well, I must say that your appearance was a tad out of expectations my queen, though I must say that I can't quite return to your service if that was why you had come to enjoy my little show. Im currently in the position of acting like the single biggest piece of bait since the capture of that space dragon years ago." He was obviously joking, though the bit about him being bait had been the honest truth and if Faith looked closer, she would quickly see that Alexander was looking past her and searching the faces and crowd.

The senator inside would likely see what was going on and as they moved, Alexander's eyes hit on who he was looking for and a small smiled touched his lips as a small cylinder was detached from the inside of his sleeve.

"I must apologize though Faith, it would seem we will be interrupted quite soon."

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POV: Terrorists


The two who had disguised themselves as Republic Soldiers glanced towards eachother, trying to think as to what they needed to do. Everything seemed to be turning out of plan and now Mr. Blue was no longer creating that mob which had found their numbers waning with the strangeness of the sudden street... dance? The two had no idea what to do and then there was a van that arrived to carry a man into the Trade Hall for a trial in his part as a member of the terror group, that same group that the two were a part of.

It was Mr. Pink.

The two glanced at eachother again and one slowly removed the safety from his weapon while the other tried to make the same decision that his compatriot seemed already committing to.

But then there was also Mr. Blue, who moved through the crowd, being tailed by [member="Deacon"] but not knowing of this fact. He had to get within range of such prime targets, not only the senator but a close friend too. It would seem too great a chance and yes, while the crowd was smaller, he trusted in his comrades to fire the shots and start everything. All Mr. Blue had to do was get close enough to line up a shot.

But as he got closer, he got more jumpy and itching to complete his mission, to fight for his cause. The blaster slipped into the open, just enough for Deacon to be certain of the main's intended purpose and as Deacon got closer, he would recognize Alexander and Faith not as lookalikes, but as the genuine articles. They weren't doubles, they weren't even clones, they were the Queen of Alderaan and the Senator of Carida. And that was the greatest part of all, as Deacon would also know the Senator's past habit of bringing something with him at all times, a small metal rod in his sleeve that tended to become a bit brighter after a push of a button.

All deacon had to do, was be ready to act on Mr. Blue when the time came, and that time was not far as Mr. Blue came into sight of the two and would ready his hand, steadying it with his other hand and waiting.