The Aftermath of Falling (ASA)

[Barkt Melan]

Prison. Nothing really compared to it.

Barkt had been arrested for two things, as he could figure. One, he had been in the Viceroy's office. Everyone who had been hiding in there had been brought here. Secondly, he was the son of the old Viceroy and Spymaster. There may have been problems in the transition that he could smooth over, showing support for the new regime. But that might just save his life.

He touched the sleeve of his coat, smiling as he felt the datachip. The keys to the Umbra. All the information Strask had recorded and left behind, excluding a plan for him to fake his own death. He had left that out. After all, they already knew how to do that. But the Shatterswords, the R.E.D.S., a bioweapon that was officially off-record, all of it was hidden in the little chip on his sleeve. Nallai had done well.

He waited for them to come for him. They were cleaning the cell block out. He was next.

 

[Corey's OOC]

Marek Starchaser was taking it upon himself lately to visit people and assets of the former Confederacy to see if they were suitable, or open to joining the System Authority. He felt it was probably his duty, being one of the so-called ‘old guard’ who moved on and joined the winning team.

Winning was good for business, after all.

This one was a bit different. [member="Barkt Melan"] was… well, not so much a proven traitor, but maybe someone who could be worked the right way and join the ASA. He still needed to work with a team on this one. It wasn’t like visiting a not-caring-who-pays-them-as-long-as-they-can-make-guns thinktank. This was a single entity. He was hoping [member="Salem Norongachi"] wasn’t going to be too long.

Until then, he was going to sit in the break room, with the guards and play Galactic Defender on his datapad.

Because he was mature.

 

[Barkt Melan]

"Alright, kid. You're up."

Nodding, the Bothan stood from the corner and walked to the cell door, waiting as it slid open. He offered no resistance as the guards shoved him along the hall to an interrogation room. Well, that wasn't what they called it, but it may as well be one. It sure felt like it. Placing him in a chair, and stepping over to the door, they waited. Making sure he didn't try to escape. Silently, as he waited for the authorities to come question him, he thought.

He thought about how [member="Salem Norongachi"] had taken over. Everything changed. It seemed like the entire government had turned into something else. Sure, there was order, but perhaps not as much as may be liked. The Verd Regime had lasted a while. It's overthrow was recent enough, and with the war being fought with the Protectorate, unease would be natural. that much was obvious.

He didn't know what had happened to Heofon while he had been in here. He hoped they were doing well. The designers had the basics for the new fighter, and with any luck, they could get to work on getting it safe for the market soon. Who knew? it may even get out there before he was out of jail.

And as he mused on this and that, his mind always wandered back to Nallai. He hoped she was safe. With how unstable this was becoming, with how dangerous it may be for her soon, he had to get her away. He needed to move her somewhere she would be safe, not where she could be used against him. Every day she stayed became more dangerous. And he hated it.

[member="Marek Starchaser"]