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[Djorn Bline]

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It was too easy to find her, he honestly was expecting at least a small challenge after all these years as an absent father. He was already ready to wire funds to the vetted info brokers he typically used. So surprised he was partially disappointed in her carefree nature to not use another name to protect her own identity.

Then again, what did he had to lose if she was kidnapped?

Nothing, as harsh as the truth was. He tried to be a loving father, but was so focused on his line of work that was now in vain. Still he marched on to fight on for the dream envisioned by Tavlar. Fight for it whatever means necessary.

So why the visit? It was definitely not for sentimental reasons, though he could pretend that was the reason for this unannounced visit. He even let himself in, bypassing all security measures just to put his foot through the door.

All he could do was wait until she showed up. Wait and ponder over certain things to kill time and not be consumed by boredom. Take a small tour to treat his curiosity of his daughter’s lifestyle. Always best to know hidden weapons just to be sure if Ivalyn had the temptation of shooting her wayward father.

Ivalyn Yvarro​

 

[Ivalyn Yvarro]

Ivalyn loathed Coruscant, then again what she loathed about it could be said for many affluent worlds. The pretense of all the smiling as if any of the super wealthy gave a damn was nauseating enough. Cecil and Tav, her protocol droid and T3-K10 utility droid were chattering away, they crossed the lobby of the building. Her residence here was another run-of-the-mill luxury condo, one that any person with enough credits could afford. Security had been the featured offering that drew her most. She passed the security guard on the way to the lift, her evening gown hovered over the pristine floors.

The lift's metallic doors closed shut, and there she went, upwards toward the comforts of home away from home. Her condo had little in the way of personal items. There were the standard photos of her mother, siblings on the mantle, nothing to say of her father she had written him off long ago. Her degree in journalism, a copy of it, hung in her office the University of Avalonia it read surrounded by Galidraani-designed decor. Photos of family members, her aunts Lucinyia, Ryssa, Aerys, her cousins numerous as they were, and her young uncle Iaacen looking quite sharp in his Imperial uniform. They were gathered in places here, and there on end tables, coffee tables and along the walls.

Ivalyn's lifestyle was that of the wealthy, the type of wealthy that seemed reserve for the galaxy's elite. From the polished floors, to the privacy screens. Her personal holocalls left out in her office, most to family, few to friends living in either the Commonwealth or the Rimward Trade League. Other calls from those seeking her help with fundraising, and one from her mother asking about Life Day. There was, the photo in her bedroom, of her with her younger siblings Zola and Drianos.

Her living room only spoke of the Mountbatten Expedition's efforts to aid the Scar Worlds. Worlds left to ruins in the wake of the Bryn'adul. The condo was otherwise furnished with typical Coreworld decor, nothing to write home about. As the lift doors opened to her designated level, her droids moved first. She followed, taking one earring off then another, she pooled the pair into one hand and used her biometrics to gain access to the door.

Djorn Bline ​

 

[Djorn Bline]

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Typical for a woman of her caliber to be surrounded by the objects of wealth as he inspected her condo. The only things that proved of great use to him was her degree in journalism and the gallery of pictures placed everywhere. Instantly he could figure out the children he sired and who were extended relatives whom did not bear his blood. Cousins, aunts, and the rest from Ariel’s side of the family meant nothing to him compared to his children. He was not the greatest father, but he wouldn’t go out of his way to harm them.

The same, however, could not be said for the others.

He cast a glare when he saw the image of Ariel, still remembering what she said to him on that day. Clever woman she was, and a shame she came to that approach on that day. Few times he replayed that situation in his head and figured out the paradoxical ‘ifs’.

The front door was disturbed with its proper owner unlocking it, and Djorn did nothing to hide or run away from plain sight. Would it frighten her? Very so, and probably act ecstatic afterwards.

Djorn would say nothing to announce his arrival. He’d only stand there, observing the photo of his estranged family. He’d only act on Ivalyn’s reaction once her eyes caught sight of him.

Ivalyn Yvarro​

 

[Ivalyn Yvarro]

Through the threshold the lights automatically came on. Tav was the first to set eyes on him, he squealed. "Bollocks, Tav!" She shouted out startled at the droids' sudden squeal. Then a smaller one at the sight of her father. "By the Balance," uttered Ivalyn afterward a hand over her chest. Cecil consequently was also quite startled, although displayed such differently. "Miss, I shall go inform security at once," he began and had turned around back toward the lift. Ivalyn called out over her shoulder, "don't bother Cecil, I'll be surprised if they're still breathing. Cecil, this is, my father. Why don't you and Tav head toward my office." Managed Ivalyn as she collected herself, looking at her earrings in the one hand, and pulled her shawl off with the other.

Clearing her throat, she looked over at her father, "you do realize that most, and I do mean most, fathers call ahead to their daughters and do not break into their condos." What was she saying, her father wasn't most fathers and he wasn't normal. He was a fanatic, an egostatistical fanatic craving for his glory days that have long since passed. "Please," shawl in hand she squeezed her eyes tight, annoyed, "go sit in the dining area, I'll bring tea momentarily. I need a minute."

She needed to let her blood pressure go back down to a normal level as she moved toward her bedroom, gown still hovering as effortlessly as ever. "Cecil can you play something, soothing from home." Ivalyn's voice had disappeared as she slipped away to change into something more comfortable. Tav began to voice his thoughts on the matter as she slipped into a pair of sweatpants and a sweatshirt to match. They both bore the words Vizcanyo Bay, a city in Mephout that Ivalyn often visited. Her chestnut hair was allowed to flow down to her shoulders briefly. She pulled it into a lose fitting pony tail and slipped on a pair of thick, fuzzy non-slip socks as she made her way out of the bedroom and down the hall.

"You can lose your scowl while you're here," Ivalyn told her father plainly as she walked toward the kitchen, ignoring where he stood for the moment. The kitchen lit up as she walked in, and for a condo, it was a rather spacious kitchen area. "I'm going to assume you have some matter of importance you wish to discuss with me that warrants your, discretion." Or maybe, perhaps, if he was showing his face the Alliance might do something? The thought passed through her mind as she stood at the built in cooling chamber for food stuffs. "If you want anything of substance, all I can offer you are chocolates and these..." She pulled out the styrofoam box. "Nope, just the chocolates."

The sounds of Baralouoan Bossa Nova flowed through the apartment. "Thank you, Cecil. Stay with Tav in the office, please." Ivalyn tossed the box into the rubbish. She grabbed the holographic sheet from behind her toaster, "these are the offerings from the nearby restaurants. Delivery here isn't so bad, not as reliable as other places but order what you like." She placed the sheet down on the dining room table and headed back into the kitchen set her kettle for tea.

Djorn Bline​

 

[Djorn Bline]

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The commotion between his daughter and droids upon seeing him did not bother him. Only turning around to see his daughter, ignoring the presence of the droids. She definitely looked more alike to him than Ariel, a good thing as it probably would annoy him to see a near reflection of the mother of her children.

“That went better than I expected,” commenting and subtly commending her command on her emotions. Had it been Ariel, there would definitely be blasters pulled out and aimed to kill.

“And no, not every daughter has an extraordinary father than can break into living quarters without being sloppy,” certainly he had seen better software in his glory days. What he bypassed was meant to keep at bay amateur thieves and other of that subpar caliber. That and there were many ways to break in, he simply opted for most efficient method.

“I guess curiosity got the best of me and wanted to have a better look at your life…and yes, some things to discuss with you,” moving to the dining area, as his daughter moved around; changing her apparels and preparing tea for the two of them. Tea and coffee were foreign to his world; he was more familiar with alcohol and water. He’d spike the tea with some liquor from his small canteen.

“Not hungry, but thanks,” though helping himself to one piece of chocolate. Another delicacy that was alien to him, although soldiers were accustomed to eating it; the kind that was carved from a combat knife.

“Journalism, huh? Some folks think little of that, but I think it’s a strong skill to learn if you know how to use it,” such profession could alter stories, even craft one up with no source. Powerful to influence worlds by only using a pen. Something he was an expert in along with his other military unconventional skills.

Ivalyn Yvarro​

 

[Ivalyn Yvarro]

It wasn't like Ivalyn had grown accustomed to people breaking into her flats and condos, however; her father... Well. She'd leave it at that for those who knew just what sort of man he was. Her eyes widened at his 'boasting' of breaking into places without being sloppy, caught rather. "Yes, of course, let us cheer for the small things." She supposed although sarcasm coated her words. Her father declined food, but she was going to order a to-go plate for him anyway as she walked toward the table and pulled the holographic sheet toward her person.

He wanted to have a better look at her life, what odd timing she thought but said nothing of it. Placing a finger in the air to have him halt their conversation momentarily as she waltzed over toward the comlink in the kitchen. She dialed a nearby noodle place, "Good evening, yes, I'd like to place an order. Absolutely, Ivalyn Yvarro. Right, that's the Helio Towers, Upper Level..." she proceeded to give them the address and then a call back link, before her order, "the Noble, right, yes and then an Auteme, Dax and Cotan. Two orders of the chocolate twists, and then for drinks, can I get a Sprite, and Root Fizz. Thanks, yes, and then can I add the tip now? Great." With a more than generous tip added, she closed out the order paying for the bill.

The food would be over within twenty minutes.

"If you change your mind just let me know," she told her father before heading over to the table, the light splashed the room below with a warm aura. She listened to her father talk about her degree, "well. It was certainly an idealistic pursuit. I was an investigative journalist for smaller publications until I realized the entire game is rigged and no matter the corruption or where it may lie. I would be better off simply playing the part of heiress." She was only partly dejected at having come to the realization that in the end, it wouldn't matter what she did. She was merely part of a game that already had a per-determined ending.

There were people with far higher pay grades making sure the galaxy went as they foresaw. "Although I agree the skills learned are quite useful when applied to the right situations."

Djorn Bline​

 

[Djorn Bline]

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He shrugged as his daughter made the order, not bothering her to change the order she just placed. If anything, the food should be of great quality since Ivalyn seemed to order from there frequently.

What piqued his interest, however, was her time as an investigative journalist. It was nostalgic to think on those words, remembering his time in COMPNOR working with experts in journalism combined with those with psychology majors. How else did the late Empire had total control over the vast worlds under their domain? It was not the iron fist of their great military, but the how carefully they controlled and filtered the holonet, news, and media platforms within the Empire. Half-truths there, a little bit of disinformation here, and that was the result of a compliant Empire.

“Such is the corruption of democracy, and not only within the public sector but also in the private sector,” starting his philosophical, political rant. It would’ve bore to those whom were apathetic, but he believed his daughter would appreciate his wisdom.

“Let’s have a little…” and paused to find the proper word he was looking for, “…challenge between us, yeah? Challenge our views on politics, philosophy, truth, and all that crap. You hear what’s going on on Lohopa? Tell me, why do you think that all happen? And don’t give me a simpleton answer that it was because of a successful Mandalorian assault. You’re too damn smart for that. Why did these assaults happen in the first place?”

“Let’s turn on the holonet, look at the live news happening right now.”

Ivalyn Yvarro​

 

[Ivalyn Yvarro]

"Corruption is everywhere, from the likes of the Galactic Alliance, down to the Sith, the Mandalorians, even your own precious Imperials. It is inherent in each system no matter how hard one might try to root it out. There is always an element of it," she explained rather plainly, and then he went on. A challenge he told her she scoffed immediately. "A challenge?" She rolled her eyes, her food would be there soon enough and she supposed she could entertain such a notion. "Once I've had a bite to eat, I can surely entertain this notion of yours."

Right on time, there was a knock to her door. Ivalyn rose to her feet and headed for her front door, moments later she came back and began to open the bag on the kitchen counter. Plating up the hot stew and dumplings, after a swig of Sprite that she drank from a glass rather than the can it arrived in. "Lohopa?" She inquired aloud, rhetorical, "a frontier world of a government that has grown far too large, an interesting critique as that is exactly what they - well, the individuals in charge prior to this current administration. An accusation they lobbed at the Confederacy. That they were too large and there were not enough people within their grasp to maintain control." She drank a bit more of her sprite and then brought the plates over to the table where her father sat.

"But to your point, the Galactic Alliance is far too large and their current system is open for corruption. There needs to be more communication between all sides, from their chancellor or whoever down to the very lowest soldier. Orders should be followed, but the people's needs should always be met. Clearly, someone wasn't doing their jobs if Mandalorians are able to exploit a weakness to such a degree." A pause as she thought about it. "Several someone's to be quite frank." She moved back to the kitchen to grab the other can of soda and popped it open. Pouring it into the glass for her father. "In first place it's quite obviously that the complacency, again another accusation they lobbed at now gone governments, is not just there but throughout their systems."

She could almost hear her mother's voice, that if a proper Empire were about they'd cut through the Galactic Alliance with little to no effort. The Galactic Alliance was spreading itself far too thin and there were little insitutions out on the frontiers. It was growing faster than it could keep up with and the fractures were showing. Not that Ivalyn would advocate for another Sith Empire or even Galactic Empire, but this was certainly a lesson to be learned. "One should hope that they're able to supress the current flames and work on strengthening themselves."

"I should hope that, that quite complicated answer doesn't fall under simpleton for you, dad." Ivalyn took her seat across from him but not before turning on the large holoscreen in her living room where GNN seemed to be following the crisis.

Djorn Bline ​

 

[Djorn Bline]

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“You’re missing the point,” helping himself to a dumpling. “You’re not wrong with your answer as to why these current riots are happening. I’m asking why did the Mandalorians attack the Alliance in the first place? They were allies once not long ago, and splintered at Ryloth and Rodia.”

“If I want you to publish a persuading article that undermines the morale of the Alliance, turn the people against the Jedi and the Assembly, how would you influence the people to do so?”

He was referring to the Jedi interfering in the affairs of the Mandalorian Enclave; a Padawan spying on them and resulting capture, the Jedi confronting the Mandalorians for their Padawan, and finally doing so again on Ryloth.

The Jedi interfered and the Senate voted in favor for war against the Mandalorians when said barbarians didn’t focus their attention on the Alliance. The consequences of the Starbird’s actions were distraught systems and now riots ensuing, losing trust in the strength of the Galactic Alliance.

A perfect opportunity to present chaos against the Alliance, especially in frontier worlds at risk of another Mandalorian raid.

Ivalyn Yvarro​

 

[Ivalyn Yvarro]

"Mandalorians are as fickle as the wind." Ivalyn remarked dryly, "the Sith Empire had been correct on the front on what to do with them." Keep them on a very short leash and unleash the hounds when it suited the empire best. "Even then, dogs bite, so perhaps the best Mandalorian..." She need not say but the implication was there. They were at best a nuance and at worst a pestilence in which to be exterminated. Ivalyn's history with them was not personal, but personal enough from what she had seen from her mother's actions. Ivalyn twisted noodles around her chopsticks, ate and then contemplated on her father's question.

She followed up with a sip of sprite, and another dumpling before she answered him. "Based solely on the information you have provided me, of which, you'll understand I'm going to take with a grain of salt." Largely because Ivalyn didn't concern herself with the affairs of the galaxy, so she responded, "then one could easily paint this in the same light as the Kaeshana Incident decades ago." If anyone knew their galactic history they'd know what she was talking about, but perhaps, her father in his zealous fervor for the Empire had clonked his head too many times on one too many rocks. After another dumpling, chased with a few refreshing sips of sprite she continued. "The Galactic Alliance loved, and perhaps still loves to paint this one as the fault of the First Order. It was not, the First Order had arrived intending on a peaceful dominion of the planet. We had leaders, troops, and sentient aid groups disbersed throughout the world. It was the Alliance in their own self-righteous, misguided notion that anyone not bearing one of their emblems must be evil and thus should be vanquished. They fired the first shots, and thus in the words of the youth..."

Ivalyn twisted her chopsticks around some more noodles, "they fucked around and found out."

"You'll recall, dad, that the First Order played a heavy hand in what became the downfall of the Galactic Alliance. Undoubtedly my cousin saw to their destruction. So," another pause this time for noodles and meat from her soup, "if what you tell me is truth, again forgive me for not believing every single word that falls from your mouth. Then it seems the Galactic Alliance has learned nothing from their past."

She set her bowl of noodles down and went for one of the desserts, "if there is more to this, and the Mandalorians have been harassing the Alliance and stoking the flames of war, then they have only themselves to blame. If one wishes not to be painted as the aggressors then perhaps one should not act aggressively or, then to restate it plainly. They're going to be in the finding out phase of this problem." She leaned forward and placed another dumpling on her dad's plate, "play stupid games, win stupid prizes."

Djorn Bline ​

 

[Djorn Bline]

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He was indifferent on his daughter’s nuanced comment about the Mandalorians. A complex people as some flocked to the Enclave and many served the Empire. They were an asset when controlled and given a purpose to sate their warmongering. They were all cut from the same cloth, but it all depends on how to apply them.

“You don’t have to take my word for whatever I say, Ivalyn. You can do your own research and figure out the truth.”

“If anything, the self-righteousness of the Jedi and pro-Jedi senators have ushered in this war to their doorsteps almost similar to the previous Alliance on Kaeshana. They will have to deal with an unconventional enemy since the Mandalorians are nothing like us and other governments. They can adapt and use brutal tactics to achieve their goals; tactics outside the rules of engagement.”

Adaptability and ingenuity was what made the Mandalorians a reckoning. Anyone can use a blaster whether trained or otherwise, though that didn’t make them dangerous.

“So give me a quick pitch how’d you make this into a story that’ll cause discontent to the public. Make them rally protest on the steps of the Jedi Temple and the Senate.”

Ivalyn Yvarro​

 

[Ivalyn Yvarro]

Ivalyn looked over at her father and studied him a moment. She was sure that whatever she said would be floated around in some publication or another and with that she rose from the table. She was going to need a drink if this was going to go wherever it was her father wanted this to go. From the kitchen she called out. "History is taught so we know the mistakes of our past, so we can learn from them." A bottle of Soju, a Seoularian drink made from fermented rice, a touch of apple and depending on brewer sometimes burnt rice to add an extra depth of flavor. She grabbed two shot glasses from the cabinet they read, IMPERIAL HERTIAGE FOUNDATION OF BARALOU.

She walked from the kitchen and back toward the table. "It appears the Galactic Alliance has learned little from their past." Ivalyn set the glasses on the table, her hand twisted the cap of the soju bottle. "As far as a pitch," the young woman poured the shots into the small glasses, she took a seat across from her father and didn't hesitate to knock back the first shot. Ivalyn chewed on the inside of her lip, as she sat back in her chair. Eyes glazed over for the moment, lost in thought. Her eyes settled on a spot on the wall just off to the side of her father's head.. It took a few moments before she seemingly came around to pour herself another shot and knocked that back, and then another. "Echoes of History," she began and then knocked back another shot, "the Galactic Alliance, Dances with War. Again."

"I start with what people know, the alleged spy and their capture by the Mandalorians, the standoff that follows." Ivalyn took a deep breath and exhaled, hand playing with the shot glass. Her gaze shifts and her attention goes to her father, and there's something there, dead. "We know that the padawans capture increased tensions, and we lead them in, lure them really. Surely the Galactic Alliance is justified in the wanting of their Padawan returned home, safely."

"Then we go to Ryloth, a world so far from their influence, their jurisdiction." She pressed on, "Start to question is this some noble quest for justice, the Galactic Alliance sees themselves as the lone protector from boogeymen in every corner of the Galaxy." Ivalyn scoffs as her attention wavers again focused on that little spot on the wall. "We then take these events, particulary Ryloth and Rodia and compare them to the old Galactic Alliance's actions leading to Kaeshana and then Kaeshana itself."

"That was the very spark that started the war with the First Order, that would ultimately end the Galactic Alliance. Sure, the First Order collapsed first but there had been the Sith Empire there to finish the job. Taeli Raaf's betrayal, her own Order 66 if you will, something the Galactic Alliance was so blind too." She laughed a little, "makes me wonder if this isn't happening all over again."

"I go on to ask the citizens to question their elected leaders, their Senate, the New Jedi Order. How many wars, and how many people must die for their never ending quest to have a free galaxy." She took the bottle again and poured herself another shot. "I ask the readers, are we being presented with the echoes of the past, where these preemptive strikes and declarations of war led to dire consquences."

Sitting back in her chair she set the shot glass down, and with red-alcohol stained eyes she marqueed with her hands. "Jedi, guardians of peace, the Senate custodians of democratic ideals. Will History repeat itself?"

Ivalyn's gaze once more shifted back to her father. "I in the penultimate paragraph, ask citizens to reflect on wether the lessons have been learned. Or if they're courting the same perilous path. Do they continue to blindly trust the Senate's decisions. I tell them as citizens they must be engaged and that we have the responsibility to scrutinize the actions of those who hold power and demand transparency. Conclude, rather than being passive observers and simply following. Question the narrative that the Senate puts forward, with critical reflection and critical thought they can ensure that the Galactic Alliance moves forward having learnt the lessons of the past. Lest they find themselves once more entangled in another long war, just as it had been with the Great Galactic War and the Second Great Hyperspace War."

Then she poured herself one last shot, knocked it back and remarked in a low tone. "Seems to me the Galactic Alliance is no different than the Empires, and First Orders of the past. Warmongers, the lot of'em." Which was exactly why she stayed out of the realm of politics, empires, war, and everything in between. Ivalyn would prefer to die a nobody having no cause other than that of giving to those in need.

"Does that work for you, father?" She shifted her lips to the side and chewed on the inside of her cheek, back against the chair.

Djorn Bline ​

 

[Djorn Bline]

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Ivalyn Yvarro

She gave a smart and precise pitch. Of course, it could always use some revision to make it more potent and critical. It impressed him as much as her capability to hold her drink in. She didn’t have to struggle in life except the fact she has a complicated family, but never did she have to do any physical labor from what he could assume. Whenever alone and bored he always enjoyed corellian whiskey on the rocks with a cigar to complement it. Intoxication was whenever he was with company of soldiers.

It did concern him to see her like this.

“That’s what I’m looking for, yeah. You would’ve fit right in COMPNOR. Had things been different, I would’ve guaranteed you a position managing the media in the Empire,” a heartfelt moment disguised as he simply would’ve used her to reinforce his goals. She and her siblings were an extension of him, thus would all do his bidding.

“The Alliance is simply a facade of hypocrisy. On paper their system works; whenever practiced it deviates from its original goal. The people think they’re in charge, but they’re too distracted to see the truth. At least we Imperials don’t have to put up a face to do what we have to do.”

“So…you drink too much like this?” after having three shots himself of the Soju. “I don’t remember teaching you that.”

 

[Ivalyn Yvarro]

A soft exhale as Ivalyn closed her eyes, she sighed and relaxed in her chair. A moment later her eyes opened and her gaze shifted, focused on her father. The shot glass in hand, she toyed with it absentmindedly. He would've guaranteed her a position managing the media in the Empire. She oft wondered what that sort of life would've been like. Then she recalled the desperation in her mother's youth, going through hell to bring back a dead family member. Such attachments, and all for what? For an empire that should've remained dead. Such vanity. She wanted to sneer, but alas her thoughts drifted back to her father.

He spoke about the Alliance and their way of governing. There was, perhaps, some manner of truth to what he said. Galactic Empire. First Order. New Imperial Order. The Empire. They were all honest about themselves, ruling with an iron fist conquering systems, subjugating them. The political leaders, generals, admirals and the like they led the people. The people... mindless, like a herd of bantha. It was all really, depressing when the thought was given to it. She quirked a brow up when her father asked about her drinking.

"I don't think any parent teaches their child this," she lifted the shot glass, at eye level it distorted the image of her father. Much like the media distorted facts and presented only what the state wanted its people to see. "I try not to." Ivalyn confessed, "these days it's best if I don't." She set the glass down and pushed her lips up. Ivalyn wondered if he should know, well, he likely already did. "Zola, uh... well, she's been quite ill." Always had been if she were honest, "more so lately, she's um... they've the doctors, have uh placed her in a medically induced coma."

She shrugged, the helpless feeling weighed on her, "been like that for two years, and uh, well, I've been caring for her son."

"Iskendyr," a sad smile on her features, "mom's been with Zola, hasn't left her side."

"So... I don't, haven't really, until tonight drank much like this." Ivalyn sat upright in her chair and her hands fell into her lap, "Are you with the um, what are they, the group over Galidraan. Are you with them, or some other sect of Imperialism yearning to bring back the..." Searching for a word that did not exist so she implied. "The Tavlarist Imperialism?"

Djorn Bline ​

 

[Djorn Bline]

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Ivalyn Yvarro

A brow raised up in surprise and concern to hear the news about his second child. It brought a great distraught to everyone except him, showing the extent of how his own visions outweighed his blood. It mattered, but it also didn’t in a metaphorical sense. They could have all the money in the Galaxy, but it wasn’t enough to bring a cure for Zola. Ariel could afford the greatest doctors just by seeing how well his daughter was living. The only one that was afflicted more was his grandson, no doubt having mixed emotions of the whole ordeal.

“I’m not affiliated with Galidraan, even if we share common abstracts of what it means to be Imperial. I’ve learned that it’s better to lead your own ship than share the helm with others. Only man I could ever trust to call Emperor was Tavlar himself. My way of doing things are mainly to grow dissent and deceit, so that the people can accept Imperialism rather than pointing a blaster at them.”

“Zola…have you tried bringing a Force User to heal her? Or at least give her a treatment?”

 

[Ivalyn Yvarro]

Ivalyn studied her father in careful measure but knew with absolute certainty that he didn't bluff about with his statement. It was as cold and hard of a fact as anything else he did in for the sake of Tavlarism, Tavlarist? "Then you're not, good," she considered that perhaps among the best news her father could have told her, short of renouncing his ways. That would only happen if the Netherworld folded in on itself and kissed itself into oblivion. "They're a rather... well, they're a lot of Imperials if you wish to refer to them as such." She didn't.

"Not... the particular kind I'm fond of these days," not that she was fond of any sort of Imperialism, "not that any really is one to be fond of." Perhaps, except for the ones that worked. The kind her family was known for, it wasn't pretty no, but it was effective and commonfolk were typically all the better for it. "And... yes," to his question about Zola, "mother's had everyone and anyone come through, short of asking the Sword of the Jedi or one of the Alliance's best Jedi Healers to come down to Dosuun to heal her."

"Zola had always been, as mentioned, ill, but the illness got worse and have essentially rendered several of her internal organs useless. Mum's considering cybernetics, but Zola's never been keen on those and since she's not awake to consent. Mum is doing everything else, it'd be an extensive process to do so and as mentioned. Zola's never really liked cybernetics, or much in the way of machines." But the option was there and if her mother was desperate enough she could do so. The cost however... if Zola woke as horrified as the family at the moment assumed she'd be then the quality of life and the consequences there of would be the sort that none wanted to find out about.

Ivalyn sighed and figured to let her father know about everyone else, "Drianos, while I'm sure you're aware of him, is the youngest. Born after mum whisked us away to the Scar Worlds, one might assume due to mum's affiliations there he'd have grown up to be some sort of Rebel leader, or even someone who'd pledge himself to the Alliance." It wasn't the case, like the rest of them, Ariel made sure they were given an Imperial education no matter where they were. "He's more or less working with Intelligence on Dosuun these days. Likely tying himself to some sort of Imperial Restoration party there."

"As for... Iskendyr, mum's made sure to have him trained by an Imperial Knight, Master Simon. Lately, though, he's developed psychometry, I've taken him to Jakku, a mutual friend assured he'd learn how to properly handle it. Most especially since Master Simon seems to be hard to get to these days," then Ivalyn pushed the alcohol away.

Djorn Bline ​