Public Route of the Five Veils, Trail of Chaos

[Veino Garn]

Skynara
Five Veils Tour Trade Route ​

It had been too long since Veino had gotten out and about from the office. Leading ORION and the Jensaarai had been keeping him busy. Things had begun to shift and spiral across the galaxy. Forces were moving, but many were not the ones they had anticipated beforehand. New threats, new governments, all popping up. Agents of Chaos were pinned toward the top of wanted list, whoever they were. Wherever they were. He had no leads on them yet, except that they were well connected to know whenever things were happening, even in the Core, yet isolated enough that nothing led back to any system he could trace. It didn't surprise him that they targeted Cedric's imperium and the Republic. He had fought with both, long ago, in the One Sith war.

That had changed people. Him, Cedric, the galaxy. Veino had gone to the Outer Rim and continued to fight in the ancient ways of the Jensaarai. Espionage, guerilla warfare, resistance movements. In time, they had won. The Galactic Alliance had pushed the One Sith off the map, but the core had already rotted from the inside. He'd never known what Cedric had gotten up to, until he re-arose with the Ession Reformation and now the Greyson Imperium. Seems the man had been hardened in the war and embraced the ways of the enemy. Drawn the ire of these Agents of Chaos.

The Jensaarai pulled his jacket closer around his body as he strode into the cantina. Allegedly, there was some source here that knew something about the Agents. Probably a trap, but Veino was willing to take the risk. One had to take the bait to draw out the ones who laid it down. He took a seat in a back corner. He had his armor on beneath the jacket, although it didn't look much like armor. A bodysuit with the cortosis-weave tunic over it. If this panned out, his old armor was ready to be deployed. Nothing like Force-imbued duraplast infused with cortosis fiber. Not much could get through that. He raised a finger and ordered a whiskey. Tillian brewery, by the look of it, and he chuckled. Aeshi had done well for herself. he figured she was out somewhere on the edge of the Rim, if not over the edge. That was where she belonged and felt at home. Uncharted and unsettled worlds. So remote that it cost more to get there than any benefit could be gained.

The drink came to his table and he kicked back, putting his boots up on the table as he waited. Now he needed the source to make contact. Messages had been beamed out from the Agents as a recruitment drive, naming their location. He was suspicious of such publicity, but the source had sounded desperate. And as far as his empathic abilities could tell, the man was honest.
Unless this was something else. Some new, misidentified threat. Either way, it was something that needed discovered.

 

[Scherezade deWinter]

Wearing: Armatura | The Forgemaster's Ring | Ring of Stasis | The Sofitor
Wielding: 7 Nozhi Blades | 1 Czerka knives | 2 Nastirci Combat Knives | Clarion | Copero's Wail | Fire and Smoke | Combat Gauntlets | 2 TOTT-001 Arc Light Blaster | 2 Dissuader KD-30 Pistols with Glitter Bullets
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It had been too long since her sister had been captured during their uprising on Zonju. Scherezade, constantly told to wait and to exercise patience, was all out of bubblegum. She was done listening to Discordia on this matter, done looking at the Wild Hunt members who looked to her as though she would for an instance even dare consider replacing her sister as their leader. Her Agents were a leader short, and she was going to find the way to bring her back, even if it cost her an exile from her new home in the Unknown Regions.

And so, she had set down a trap. She knew that sooner or later, someone from the Outer Rim would come sniffing, and the scent was as lovely as she could get it to be. Those judge-type people would not be able to withstand a request for help. All those type of organizations did. Maybe she could even promise him the planet. She'd worked hard enough prior to coming to the Agents of Chaos to know that this was what many planets offered. Help with something small, gib entire planet as present.

Here they were now, on Skynara. A planet at the edge of the map. Scherezade looked at the sky through the small window. She knew very well that beyond the rim, there was more space, more planets, more things to explore. But people were afraid. Her own cousin had lived there for seven hundred years and returned. Some day, the Blood Hound would go see what was there as well.

For now though, she had to focus.

"Z'dorrek is dead," she said dramatically yet in a low voice as she slid into her bench. Would he recognize her face? Perhaps, as a Confederate. She doubted the OPA were updated, but she was't going to assume. If her cover didn't work, she could just kill him. Embued armor did little against blood magic as far as she knew. "I am his daughter. Help us. You're our only hope."

 

[Talon Aegis]

It had been a long day, small jobs just for information. Agents had been popping everywhere, one even attacked one of the Confederacy cities, causing massive damage. Was this a new rebellion? Or just people trying to cause chaos wherever they go. At the cantina Talon waited for any sign of Agents, he worked all day to get any information he could. This is where it all lead him.

Talon watcher each patron closely, monitoring conversations and watching people walk in. This lead practically no where, he just drew suspicion to himself, a Mandalorian without a drink with enough equipment to take out several squads of men. He was going to get up when he spotted Veino Garn walk in. He was probably another patron but Talon decided to wait on one more person. He stood up and walked over to the man’s table, “Are you one of them, so called Agents?”

Talon’s hand rested on his pistol under the cloak, from what he had heard being suspicious and cautious was not a bad idea. Liberating towns and damaging millions in property, he might as well be ready for anything.

Scherezade deWinter

 

[Black Hawk]

Black Hawk was outside of this meeting. He was just waiting around at a resturaunt nearby. He did not like to be kept in the dark. Black Hawk, of course, was rescued by Scherezade deWinter, but why? Why was he rescued? What is her plans? He is just there to wait around and get some juicy intel.

Talon Richwood Scherezade deWinter Veino Garn

 

[Veino Garn]

Scherezade deWinter Black Hawk Talon Richwood

Veino looked up as a woman slid into the seat, speaking. So the contact was dead. Interesting. She seemed familiar, but he couldn't place her. So be it. It would come to her in time, he was sure. He kept his face blank and Force presence hidden, shrunk down and dispersed amongst the galaxy. Contradictory? Of course, but that was the way of the Force. Certainly the way of the Jensaarai. Sith and Jedi teachings combined, melded with practical, real-world skills that ranging from mechanical engineering to the more delicate art of espionage, resistance, and rebellion. A more recent specialty, one he introduced into the training program, with the other Defenders who had come of age, like himself, during the One Sith war, and learned the craft under the likes of Jorus Merril.

"I'm sorry to hear about your father," Veino said after a moment, but stopped as a Mandalorian came over and spoke. Agents? Curious. Someone else was following the same trail as himself. Which concerned him. If that was the case, it meant this wasn't something the Agents were trying to hide. They were good. He had to give them that. He'd thought he had to work to unearth this trail of information, but if others found it? Had they been meant to find it? The thoughts ricocheted behind his eyes as he settled back further in the seat, gesturing the Mandalorian to another seat. "Nah, I'm no Agent. Heard there were some in the area though. You following the trail too?"

If they were meant to find this, did this mean this whole setup was a trap? If that was the case, who was the woman he was meeting? More disconcertingly, why were they meeting? He leaned forward and clasped his hands on the table. "What happened to Z'dorrek? And how can I be of assistance?"

 

[Scherezade deWinter]

Wearing: Armatura | The Forgemaster's Ring | Ring of Stasis | The Sofitor
Wielding: 7 Nozhi Blades | 1 Czerka knives | 2 Nastirci Combat Knives | Clarion | Copero's Wail | Fire and Smoke | Combat Gauntlets | 2 TOTT-001 Arc Light Blaster | 2 Dissuader KD-30 Pistols with Glitter Bullets
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It seemed her plan had worked. She gave him a small smile, mimicking those sad smiles that she used to always have, the ones she saw other people do in such situations. It wasn't hard, and she certainly had not been faking it; but whereas the person she was pretending to be's father had recently died, she herself had never met her own. Not in a way that counted. Scherezade still held memories of Endelaan and her first year of existence. She remembered the sunshine, and the smell of her parents as they her and her twin brother, and she remembered their faces.

And then seven hundred years passed, and she had not seen them, not since the day they'd been put away to weather the upcoming storm that had wiped half the galaxy's population out.

It was the Mandalorian's approach that snapped her out of her quick dreaming. She had not thought a Mandalorian would be picking the trail up, not since she'd started working with them. They were meant to be working together instead of against each other. Did this one perhaps belong to a clan that wasn't aware of it? Or one that wouldn’t give a damn even if they were?

The question was then directed back to her. How had Z'dorrek died?

Scherezade produced a little box from her pocket and put it on the table. Clicking the button on it would reveal the holoimages of the corpse they'd found. A real corpse, though one that had become one in completely different circumstances.

"They got to him," she said quietly, "I found his body underground, after they sent me a message telling me where to look. A manhole into the sewers, a few turns…" With that, she slide the message as well. This one, was hand written, on a piece of cracked wood. "I don't know what any of this means. Or the details of it. I knew he was involved with some stuff, I knew he called some people in, but this… What does any of it mean?"