Tendered resignation

[Kitt Solo]

Dear Mister [member="Lucianus Adair"],
It has come to my attention that [member="Jared Ovmar"] may have allegedly been involved in my sister's death along with several of the Fringe's main business partners, including [member="Rave Merrill"]. As such, I cannot serve on the high council with interactions between these two parties until more information comes to light. As of today, I am resigning from my duties as high councilor. I'll be around for the next two weeks to fill in any gaps for my replacement, if needed.

-Kitt

 

[Lucianus Adair]

It was in the comfort of his own home on Annaj, him being the sole occupant, that the notice came as he enjoyed a fine glass of red while poring over the happenings within his holdings, his territory that stretched from its northmost point of Hebrides to the southmost world of Seoul; the recent acceptance of ICP's acquisition by AEL and the ongoing efforts that had begun at Chalcedon were among them, and finishing with a related report, then moving on to a message from another one of his councilors, a woman that was - as far as he was aware - still romantically attached to a former arbiter of the Fringe Confederacy - a man that he had seen next to nothing of as of late. He would have to look into that, sometime in the very near future.

Looking on the contents, message came not at all as a surprise. [member="Jared Ovmar"] (much like [member="Rave Merrill"]) had always seemed to have his fingers in many pies, and was ghostly scarce in this territory outside of his participation at Chalcedon - always up to something that one. A sister? Oh, yes. He'd heard about that one, but... no-one had been named in any news or whispers that had come to his eyes and ears. Nonetheless, there was only one response he could think to give, and he did not dally in giving it.

Miss [member="Kitt Solo"],

I understand the importance of family, and obligation. Do what you must. Should there be anything you require from me, personally, you need but ask and I will consider it.

-L. Adair

With that, the reply was sent. There was much in which he and the young bounty hunter did not see eye to eye, but if there was anything he understood, it was retribution, it was protecting your interests, and what was yours. He would have to meet with the remaining councilors sooner or later. Preferably one-on-one.

He went on to draw up another message, addressed to [member="Anders Sivas"], [member="Jared Ovmar"], [member="Lucien Cordel"], and [member="Sargon Vynea"] -

Gentlemen and Lady of the High Council -

I have received the resignation of Miss Kitt Solo, citing personal reasons. Should you have any questions or concerns, notify me. I would be amenable to meeting with any one of you, should you wish. We will convene in the near future, as it is needed.

-L. Adair.

Business concluded, he went back to his work for the evening, and that glass of wine.

 

[Yasha Cadera]

I was in the middle of a great day. The sort of day that you wake up with birds singing and breakfast already made, waiting for you to tuck in while still warm in the blankets. Of course rolling over onto the body of [member="Mikhail Shorn"] might have a lot to do with that great morning.

But Sparkles came rushing into the bedroom and before I could scream and pull the blankets up over my bosoms, he was prattling off about [member="Kitt Solo"] and an unforeseen event. "What. . . Sp . . Sparkles! Shut it! Okay. What happened to Kitt?"

"Master Jared has apparently caused Ms. Solo's sister's death."

"Aw lord. Give me."

The droid hands me a data pad and I groan, looking back on Mikha's sleeping body with a singular will to curl back up and get some more sleep. But! Instead I scrawl out a quick message to [member="Lucianus Adair"].

"Lucianus, send our condolences to Kitt & tell me what you need. Want me to go after her? Talk her through it? Let me know, I'm on board the Suma in Fringe Space, I can be to any point in the Fringe within the next day cycle.

Sincerely,
Anders Sivas."

 

[Lucien Cordel]

Lucien adjourned Vallhalla's grand court. It had been a long day with many criminals being taken forth to face the force of the law. With a groan Lucien rose from his throne and made his way down to the court floor. He was hungry and in dire need of wine. His hand slid along the bannister. The high platform were he sat in judgment was certainly effective in making him look imposing to the scum in the dock but it was a pain when the evening came and Lucien had to descend again. As he reached the bottom his was greeted by a messenger with a report teid by ribbon "Your grace" the messenger said with a bow, Lucien stopped and turned to glare at the messenger "the reports from your ambassadors m'lord" the messenger gulped. Lucien took the reports "your new I hope ?" Lucien mused "Six weeks your grace" the messenger replied. Lucien nodded "yes ... You have much to learn but for now I will highlight two glaring issues with you firstly you address me as your grace or my lord not m'lord you arn't on a beef farm now you will speak properly, secondly your livery is creased come before me like that again and I will have you flayed ... Now leave my presence before I lose my temper"

Having finished scarring the underclass Lucien returned to his palace. It appeared that he had important matters to attend to, if lady Solo had indeed left office then much would need to be done. In light of this he took his supper in his office. Over wine he dictated his statement to [member="Lucianus Adair"]. It ran as follows

Minister,

I am of course saddened to hear of Lady solos departure, she was a valuable asset in negotiations and it is of course regrettable that the indiscretion of some individuals has led to this. I would ask that you extend my condolences to lady Solo. Further I would like to know when we the council are going to meet to formulate our response to this travesty.

Regards
Lord Lucien Cordel, Lord of Skye and Zaadja, Military governor of Valhalla and High councillor for the internal affairs of the Fringe confederation