Public The Carnage of Figaro (...Favoura VII)

[Silver Shield Group]

RAIDER-CLASS CORVETTE PERIHELION
BRIDGE

Perihelion was one of many Raider-class corvettes in possession of the Sictis Order, re-purposed from military to scientific use. Which was to say some extra shielding had been thrown on, and a lot of passenger space had been converted into laboratories and computer mainframes. Without the space for an appropriately sized crew, most of the ship's systems were automated.

Which meant that the skeleton crew of around six Knights of the Sictis Order could devote themselves to matters of only the most paramount importance.

Gough's cavernous eyes settled on his Anomid compatriot. "Betting again, Nattergal?"

Nattergal weighed his options, hand tracing the familiar grooves of his vocabulator mask. He did not like playing this game with Gough around. Givin, with their big, empty eyes, only ever gave him the creeps. But there was nothing else to do on this rusty tin can.

"Yeah," he said, in the usual tinny voice that his vocabulator carried. "Another bet."

Mola-Tuo began his low, roiling chuckling with such force that the cards he held threatened to spill from his hands.

"Brave, brave, brave... But foolish!" Mola-Tuo hit the table with his fist, jostling everything. A small pile of chips fell over, and Gough immediately started to stack them back up. "Now Mola-Tuo will clear you out."

"Sure he will," Nattergal replied, vocabulator failing to capture the right amount of dryness.

He dropped a few more chips into the pot, which Mola-Tuo, of course, matched. The Quarren's tentacles writhed in what Nattergal imagined was anticipation, thought it mostly just reminded him of the way a lizard's tail might squirm after being cut off.

Gough scooped up the spike dice in his cupped hands, shook them a few times for good measure, and was poised to roll - only to stop at the sound of a cheery little jingle from over the ship's intercom system. A familiar if somewhat infrequent tune - one that played when the ship intelligence had an important announcement to share.

"Attention passengers. Please be advised: thirty-seven Lucrehulk III-class super carriers have entered the system. Thank you."​

Gough guffawed. "Oh, that's rich. Thirty-seven."

He resumed shaking the dice.

"If Mola-Tuo had thirty-seven Lucrehulks," Mola-Tuo's made a thoughtful click with his beak, "He would not be visiting Figaro Favocho, that is for sure."

"Figaro Favoura," Gough gently corrected.

Mola-Tuo shook his head. "Gesundheit. No, Mola-Tuo would simply never work again. Why do anything if you already have so many Lucrehulks?"

Nattergal blinked several times, attempting to catch up. "That's... Wait? That's a whole - should we? Sh- Should we be worried?"

Gough and Mola-Tuo exchanged a look. Gough stopped what he was doing, tilted his head at Nattergal. "Have you... Been to Wild Space before?"

"Uhhh, no?"

Now it was Gough's turn to shake his head, albeit now in clear disappointment. He resumed shaking the dice.

"Ah," said Mola-Tuo, with the deep patience of a wizened sage. "It is your first."

"F- first what?"

"First fucking nightmare," Gough finished, and released the dice.

 

[Loske Treicolt]

Figaro Favoura System VIII // Skywalker Class X-Wing
Good guys: Bernard of Arca // Caedyn Arenais // Ryv // Kazuhira // Aaran Tafo // Agrippa
Unknown: Silver Shield Group
Rich guys: Gat Tambor // Otto Blank // Strappa The Thicka // Shute Gunray
About to be rich guy: Velok Brokentusk
We didn’t start the fire. ​

So this dude was going to walk into Wild Space, demand and exchange for lives for credits and win? Beneath the golden visor, a single brow arched. It all seemed too contrived. There had to be a shoe about to drop.

An illicit snicker would pass through the channels when the not-so-private admittance-turned-threat from Bernard to Ryv was exchanged. She would have reassured him that everyone saw it, but he was quickly reaching out to the good negotiator. Loske made a mental promise that if and when they all got back to Peace, it would be high time for Bernard to get a tech lesson.

Then suddenly.. when was turning into an if real quick as the planet’s radiance began to become concealed under one...two...three..ten..eleven..teen..twenty..? That shoe dropped with a resounding thud. The haptic pad on her left thigh was vibrating uncontrollably as all the stations snapped into real space. She swung her gaze from the viewport over towards her sensor array.

“More trouble.”

Her radar was almost out of control, the single hand orbiting around the linear spirals was continuously becoming more flooded with red silhouettes to feedback to her targeting system.

“A lot more trouble.” That was basically wasted breath at this point, didn’t even need a radar to see the collection of super carriers that collected above the planet’s atmosphere. What had this little planet done to encourage all this malevolence?

With a tightened grip, the snubfighter under the controls of the young starfigher pilot eased forward in accordance with the plan to get closer to the ships. They were sorely outmatched, but the nearer they were the quicker they could deal out some damage.

“Might have to fast track that plan and level up real soon, Bernie.” She muttered into the mic across the shared X-Wing channel.

Confirmed Thirty-Seven Lucrehulk III have entered the system. It seems they’re establishing a blockade over planet Figaro.

Loske’s jaw dropped. That number was ludicrous. Who had that kind of inordinate wealth?

“Have they relayed any comms to the planet? I haven’t seen anything from anyone..this is a pretty public channel.”

Nothing. Frank confirmed.

No demands? At least the pirate was a straight-shooter with clear requests.

Nobody had any weapons hot just yet, as much as it pained her, and her fingers twitched at the controls, she couldn’t be the flame to light the dynamite. Nevertheless, S-Foils locked.

 

[Caedyn Arenais]

Location: The Figaro Favoura System.
Allies: Bernard of Arca | Loske Treicolt | Aaran Tafo | Ryv | Agrippa
Others: Velok Brokentusk | Shute Gunray | Gat Tambor | Otto Blank
Inventory: Bo Staff | Lightsaber | Jedi Armor.

"If you're offering to pay in lieu of the Lupines, Prince Arenais, I wholeheartedly accept. Transfer the funds to an independent bank on the Tion Trade Nexus, account number 3263827, and my forces will depart in peace, immediately. And since you have no reason to trust me, I'll take ten percent in advance and your word of honour that you'll transfer the remainder once we've left. Are these terms acceptable, or is it time for you to search your little black book for the Lupines of the galaxy?".
​

Caedyn glanced left to Lexas momentarily. 'Ten percent of one billion credits...' he thought to himself in momentary consideration. "One hundred Million Credits..." Caedyn muttered under his breath in clear reluctance, the comm's transmission briefly muted so that Velok wasn't able to hear the alarm in his voice.

A sigh escaped him, turning back to look towards the greater sized starship with which Velok captained; "Lexus, send word to Alliance Command, request immediate reinforcements in case this guy doesn't live up to his word. If he leaves and then returns once we're gone, I want people watching out for the Lupine just in case. Make sure it's an encrypted data packet".

“Prince Arenais, this is Jedi Padawan Bernard of Arca. I place no trust in the pirate’s words,
but I recognize our tactical disadvantage. Our wing is at your command".
​

Caedyn blinked. He hadn't been called a Prince in a very long time. Bernard of Arca? Their Wing...-They sounded keen to help, whoever they were. "This is Caedyn Arenais of the Repertoire to Bernard of Arca. My ship isn't capable of matching that thing's firepower" it was built for evasion and keeping the twins out of Imperial reach, not to engage an all out battle. "Please stand by. It's worth the risk if it means keeping these people out of harms way".

Switching frequencies back to prioritize communication with Velok, Caedyn reluctantly complied with his demanding of the 10%. "One hundred million credits will be transfered, just give me a moment. Once recieved, I want you gone. These people have done nothing to justify such open hostility". Caedyn couldn't help but question what his Father would be thinking at the moment. It was a gamble and perhaps an entirely foolish one, though once again, credits could be earned where as once a life was taken, it was gone. What kind of Jedi would he have been, had he not been able to say that he tried.

"Initiating the transfer now" Caedyn confirmed, looking to Lexus and nodding to the droid to begin the exchange.

 

[Agrippa]

Figaro Crisis
Aboard the Repertoire

How in the name of the Force did Caedyn possess one billion credits?

He shuffled to the scanner screen when a series of beeps took his attention to it. Blops of neutral IFF tagged popped out one by one on the screen. Were they friendly blues, Sigi would've sighed in relief. Unfortunately, the arrivals of unknowns worried him further. Were they part of Velok's crew? The Jedi slid open a new view on the screen to reveal details of the ships. Lucrehulk. No, these were not with Velok. A whole fleet of Lucrehulks supposedly costed far more than a mere one billion credits. A mere one billion credits, he shook his head. All this money in the galaxy to save people and here we were upon the precipice after the murder of Quekko the Apokka.

Life was cheap in the Outer Rim, he came to learn from common talk back in the New Jedi Order. Yet, it seemed life was cheaper in the Core.

Cheap enough to take a whole moon hostage.

"I will send an encrypted message to ORION of the bank account's details. They might be able to track it further." Sigi informed Caedyn. "But what are we going to do about the...war fleet that has just arrived?"

Sure, they had the aid of other Jedi in starfighters, that is as much as Sigi learned from one Bernard of Arca, but would that be enough if the war fleet turned hostile?

Caedyn Arenais Velok Brokentusk Bernard of Arca Loske Treicolt Ryv
Strappa The Thicka Otto Blank Gat Tambor Shute Gunray Silver Shield Group @anyone else i might be missing​

 

[Imperius]

Imperius had been watching.
He was not the usual Sith - not even the average Sith Lord, for all of their eccentricities, could match him when it came to contrast. He loved battle and war and the scent of blood was the greatest perfume to him- and yet he also loved to travel and experiment.
When the rather unique properties of the moon designated as Figaro Favoura VII were brought to his attention, the pyromaniac within him was well and truly intrigued. Fire-bending was an obscure but truly useful sith trick, a match for the probability-bending that the Jedi preferred.
And so here he was, in the aforementioned system, Sitting in his cloaked interceptor and being thoroughly entertained by the proceedings that were occurring before him. The Archangel was suitably prepared, ready to perform a pre-calculated jump and soak up any attacks that might come in the Sith Lord's general direction.
Imperius sighed. He really should contact the other sith craft in the system. And so he did.
I an encrypted message, detectable and readable only to sith sensors, he greeted them. Greetings, Perhelion. Prehelium? Ahh...Perihelion. This is Sith-Lord Imperius, here to observe this little confrontation. Use any available low-power thrusters to move to my position in quadrant 4 of the system. The Archangel is ready to jump in front of my interceptor in case things get hot. Acknowledge message and proceed to mentioned coordinates.
Imperius sighed. He'd been doing that a lot recently. Space-based warfare was not his forte. He much preferred an open ground, with a couple hundred worthless jedi to squash under his boots and stab with his spear. While he was certain he could utilize the little trick that Emperor Carnifex had shown him, he refused to bring an early end to this rather entertaining situation. In the end, the decision was made for him. After all, if even more jedi arrived, Imperius might actually have a legitimate reason to start a conflict here. Yay!
Caedyn Arenais Loske Treicolt Silver Shield Group Velok Brokentusk Gat Tambor Otto Blank Strappa The Thicka Shute Gunray Bernard of Arca Ryv Kazuhira Aaran Tafo Agrippa

 

[Aaran Tafo]

Location: Figaro
Friends: Caedyn Arenais Loske Treicolt Agrippa Ryv Bernard of Arca Kazuhira
Horsement of the Apocalypse: Shute Gunray Gat Tambor Strappa The Thicka Otto Blank
Enemies: Velok Brokentusk
Creepers: Imperius Silver Shield Group

His only real response to the arrival of Ryv was to add his friend to the ongoing communications between the rest of the Padawan. The beep of confirmation sounding in each of their cockpits as the Kiffar was brought into the fold. Crossing his arms, he let out a soft hum. "Our best hope is just see if they take the advance payment from Caedyn and leave. We can follow them back to wherever their base is and take them out without worrying about civillians. Preferably with some backup." A sound enough plan, take the easier option and the financial hit to safeguard the civillians. Wait for the right opportunity to strike back without having to worry about collateral damage.

Of course, there had to be a complication. He felt it before he saw it. A shiver down his spine, an itch on the back of his brain. A very real feeling that someone horrible was about to happen. His initial thought was that Velok was just going to go and drop the bombs once he got his advance payment. But as soon as the first of the CIS ships entered the system. He did not panic, or let out a shout of frustration. But instead the gathered Jedi heard a long suffering sigh come from him across their private secured channel.

"It's Atrisia all over again." He groaned, face finding rest in his palms as he slammed the back of his head against his pilot seat in frustration. Another international clusterfeth. A problem now that had extended to everyone present. But the real question was, what in the hell were the CIS doing here? Figaro was located outside their territory. They had little right to bring such a large force here.

Unless of course, that was the plan. Save the locals from the pirates. Then use that to leverage them into joining their cause. Truly a cunning enough plan to have be conjured up by the brillant minds of Shute Gunray or Gat Tambor. Even through the void of space. The other Jedi could feel the brawnier Padawan's tension as he realised just how intense the situation had gotten now that such major power players had shown up.

 

[Velok Brokentusk]

Agrippa Bernard of Arca Loske Treicolt Otto Blank Strappa The Thicka Gat Tambor Shute Gunray Aaran Tafo Silver Shield Group Ryv Kazuhira


Caedyn Arenais met Velok's proposal with a long silence, during which a truly colossal fleet of Lucrehulks appeared and Velok adjourned from the hangar. By the time the Jedi prince accepted the bargain, Velok was settling into his favorite chair - specifically, the captain's seat on the bridge of the Icefall.

"I applaud your wisdom, Your Highness," he said to Caedyn. Over at the comms panel, a scrawny three-hundred-pound boar whuffled a quiet confirmation: the funds had been deposited and then rerouted to half a dozen other accounts, primarily investments. The Whiphid people now had a war chest. "And," Velok added, "I look forward to receiving the promised ninety percent. Velok over and out."

The comms boar cut the channel. Immediately, Velok shot up from the chair and stalked up to the bridge viewport. A temptation warred in him: he very much wanted to ask those Confederate Lucrehulks for one billion credits. But greed had its place, and the ice was shifting.

"Give the signal."

Without firing a shot, the dispersed Whiphid Raider frigates aligned to the same vector and vanished from above each castle. After a rendezvous over nearby Pzob, they'd start making their way...elsewhere.

 

[Caedyn Arenais]

Location: The Figaro Favoura System.
Allies: Bernard of Arca | Loske Treicolt @ | Aaran Tafo @ | Ryv | Agrippa
Others: Velok Brokentusk | Shute Gunray | Gat Tambor | Otto Blank
Inventory: Bo Staff | Lightsaber | Jedi Armor.

"I will send an encrypted message to ORION of the bank account's details. They might be able to track it further.
But what are we going to do about the...war fleet that has just arrived?".
​

Caedyn blinked, turning to look back at Agrippa in alarm; "You're kidding right?".

"Master, there are presently a number of craft converging in orbit of Figaro Favoura's Moon" Lexus explained for Caedyn's awareness.

"Well that might've been helpful to know sooner, Lexus, thank you..." Caedyn groaned. While House Arenais had a good deal of wealth due to it's various investments over the years, Caedyn hadn't wished to just give it away needlessly.

The fact that Velok Brokentusk had pulled away from his previously violent intentions gave the young Jedi Knight some small sense of appreciation in the fact that he'd stopped a tremendous act of aggression against the unsuspecting Lupine, it still didn't take away from the fact that someone else appeared to be in the process of doing the same thing....

"Lexus...-Send the rest through to Velok's people. I want to forget about that as soon as possible..." Caedyn informed the droid before turning back to look at Sigi thoughtfully; "I can't afford to buy everyone off" he put the thought out there, just in case he expected that might be a possibility. 'I pretty much just spent my entire inheritance' Caedyn thought at further expense of himself.

"My Corvette's not a war-ship, and those fighters are something else, but against a Fleet..." he frowned, "We need some serious back up here".

 

[Velok Brokentusk]

Half a galaxy away, on the Tion Trade Nexus, nine hundred million credits slid into account 3863827 and promptly out again. Various financial markets registered a blip as a few Star Destroyers' worth of liquid capital became diversified investment portfolios and certain strategic illiquid assets.

The Whiphid frigates made their rendezvous at Pzob and prepared to depart. Since they had slow hyperdrives, there was a chance that pursuers could find them first.

 

[Umedara Zaar]

Somewhere, Umedara walked about one of Sotta the Hutt's warehouses. "Hey Ume, you need to check this out," one of the younger folks stated as he practically shoved the datapad in her face. Admittedly she had better things to do, there were places to rob, people to murder and inventory to keep track of. ​

​

She tilted her head and tried to focus on what it was she was seeing, "uh... so he's holding it for ransom?" Ume had a blank stare on her face for a moment and then, "damn, why didn't we think of that... we've been knocking over spice runs and busting heads, when we could've been holding this- wait."​

​

"Do we have anyone there?"​

​

She put a hand on the young kid's face, "no wait, don't answer that."​

​

Umedara headed across the warehouse floor and up a set of stairs that had been shuffled together recently from old metal laying around. The office up here was still somewhat useable. Even if the stairs were rather questionable, she needed the computer and she needed to get to the message out to Sotta. At the very least they could profit off this entire shebang, "don't we have a crew? We need to send a crew out there, let's get this on the Holo, and every vine out there."​

​

Sotta's Hutt Cartel would at least make some money off of this while trying to think about how the hell they were going to ransom a planet, system... like this Velok the Younger did. ​

 

[Shute Gunray]

Aboard the Pillar of Annihilation
Head of the Lucrehulk III Armada

Tags:
Gat Tambor | Strappa The Thicka | Otto Blank
Loske Treicolt | Caedyn Arenais | Aaran Tafo | Bernard of Arca
Velok Brokentusk | Imperius | Kazuhira Umedara Zaar | Agrippa Ryv

​

Shadows blotted out the sun over Figaro, darkening the planet and its populace. What started as a simple ransom at the hands of Velok the Youngest had quickly become a far more dangerous as representatives from the Confederacy of Independent systems appeared over the gaseous planet. For several long minutes, nothing came from the fleet above them all. Silence hung in the air, accentuating the dangers to the planet and its people. No ships launched from the monolithic hangars, no weapons were fired, but a transmission finally escaped the Pillar of Annihilation. Across the planet, any one and every one utilizing the holonet would come across the sudden appearance of five massive alien point-one-percenters. Each of the four towered over the droid guardians standing around them with weapons drawn. Between the four of the titans, a holo display revealed the extent of the planetary blockade under the Lucrehulk III's metallic wing. Of the four, a jiggling neimoidian stepped forward to speak.

"Greetings, residents of Figaro. I am the great and powerful Shute Gunray, the head of the perfectly legal blockade now surrounding your planet. It is my hope a proper deal can be struck between the representatives of this planet and my business partners. In an hour, if those chosen to speak for the peoples of Figaro are not aboard the Pillar of Annihilation, we will bombard the planet with a rain of Lucrehulk III's until every person, city, and place of business shatter beneath the collective might of the armada. Once we finish launching the vessels directly into your planet's surface, we will descend to the planet and capture those of you who live and put you to work in one of the varying positions we have between us. That will be all."

Shute Gunray, the head of the Gunray Dynasty, stepped away to end the transmission. He turned to face his four gathered allies, belly bouncing up and down in raucous laughter. "We will make billions off this planet, my friends."

 

[Bernard of Arca]

The appearance of several dozen lucrehulk cruisers left the Jedi momentarily confounded. The X-Wing under his command drifted aimlessly for some distance in the general direction of the planet below them. The circular behemoths blotted out the sun, casting Bernard and his ship into shadow as he sat motionless in surprise.

He’d expected a few corvettes, at most a frigate or two, to drop out of hyperspace as back up for the whiphid’s small fleet, but the immense armada staring back at him defied any reason. Not even the most arkanian side of him could reckon the true design of the masterminds behind a plan so audacious as the one enacted by the lucrehulk’s commander.

It took him several long moments to regain a semblance of composure. The interpretation of his friends’ voices took several moments as his mind settled back into normalcy.

“Significantly worse than Atrisia …” his thought trailed off again as he saw the small dots of the whiphids ships exiting the atmosphere. Allowing the whiphids to leave without any way to track them would be foolish. Bernard had already thought about stealing away onto one of their ships during the chaos that the launching of those warheads would have caused, but he didn’t want to reveal that to his fellow Jedi. It was nothing so radical as distrust that motivated him; he knew well the risks involved in boarding a pirate vessel and he didn’t want to unnecessarily expose the others to the danger. One Jedi was enough for that kind of mission.

The whiphid frigates became long lines and then disappeared; he couldn’t tell whether they had always intended to keep their word or if the lucrehulk armada had scared the pirates off. In any case, he had every mind to track them down. Using positional data from his original approach vector from Peace to Figaro Favoura VII, he attempted to triangulate the whiphid’s destination using their ships’ system exit vector as a general indicator of direction.

The Jedi took in the demands being broadcast through his ship’s comm system without really hearing what was being said. His mind was too preoccupied with the mathematical data being displayed on his screen. The display showed a general line of possible destinations based on the brief readings the X-Wings sensors had gotten. Pzob, Hefi, Ankhypt, along with a multitude of less important systems appeared on the tangent across wild space into the tingel arm.

Indecision brought about another bout of paralysis for the Jedi. There was no way to know for certain where the whiphids had escaped to, but the more time he spent in idle consideration, the smaller the chance of intercepting them became. He took a deep breath, closing his eyes as he opened himself up to the Force. Do or do not, there is no try.

“I trust in you, friends. I can’t let the whiphid get away.” he quietly said into the comm system. He couldn’t remember when he last confessed to trusting another sentient enough to consider them a friend. “May the Force be with you.”

His gloved hand slid the lever next to him back as far as it could go, engaging his hyperdrive. Moments later the X-Wing disappeared into hyperspace. Wherever he emerged into real space, he hoped he’d remember to transmit his navigational data.

Velok Brokentusk Kazuhira Ryv Aaran Tafo Loske Treicolt Caedyn Arenais Agrippa Shute Gunray Gat Tambor Otto Blank Strappa The Thicka Umedara Zaar Imperius

 

[Silver Shield Group]

Imperius

The Perihelion was not attuned to Sith-Imperial sensors and transmitters. While the ship was able to receive the clandestine message, it was not able to decrypt it as part of its communications suite. The message would need to be deciphered manually, an act that would take longer than the automated captain was willing to commit.

Especially given recent developments.

RAIDER-CLASS CORVETTE PERIHELION
OPERATIONS CONTROL ROOM

Sanjar narrowed his eyes at the assorted view-screens, observing as each of Velok's corvettes aligned their vectors and promptly left. Incredible. The Jedi had actually paid him! Sanjar's brows furrowed in consternation. Jedi were supposed to swear off all material attachments. It was often up for debate whether that included lovers.

The same could not be said for fat stacks of one billion credits.

Well, what did he know, anyway? He was one of many who had left Copero to study Sith science. Far be it for him to dictate what was and was-not good Jedi behavior. And he probably wouldn't get a billion credits, so clearly that Jedi knew how to do something he didn't. Sanjar moved over to the comm panel and radioed the bridge.

"The Whiphids are bugging out, planetary ignition is unlikely. Recommending mission abort."

Behind him, his Verpine colleague clicked his mandibles in a manner that implied outrage. "Seriously, Sanjar. Bugging out? That's nice. Real classy."

Sanjar could feel his jaw tightening. "That's the phrase, so..."

"Oh, yeah, that's the phrase," Vemak waved his hands, "Hey everybody, the Whiphids are here, being aloof and racist. Guess they're Chissing out."

"That's not..."

This conversation carried on even as the Perihelion rotated to the appropriate vector and promptly entered hyperspace. It arrived in the Rothana system, where its standard operations seemingly resumed.

 

[Aaran Tafo]

Aaran let out a long suffering sigh as the economic powerhouses began to make their demands. Was he overly surprised that the CIS would swoop in on an undefended system and try to exploit it for everything it was worth? Not overly. With a government run by Sith and several pretenders that would consider themselves followers of the Light. It was clear enough that they would attempt such poaching of a vulnerable system so close to their borders.

And to think. They tried to portray themselves as benevolent because they were against slavery. But Sith were ultimately Sith. And this blockade was an example of their cruelty. Sure, they'd never put a slave collar on the necks of those they oppress. But they'd sit back and laugh as the helpless starved to death. A tinge of anger spiked in the young Padawan at the callous display of power of those weaker than oneself. A blantant act of bullying if he ever saw one.

"Force be with your Bernie. Stay alive alright?" He said, nodding once to the Arkanian as they decided to chase down the pirates. Respecting his fellow Padawan's skill at arms. Knowing that he was more than capable of dealing with the pirates. So now his attention was turned back to the gathered Jedi. Opening a line to Caedyn Arenais

"Steward." He began, deciding to keep using the Knight formal title despite their insistance that Aaran do otherwise. "This is Aaran Tafo of the Jedi Order. We're willing to lend assitance if needed. Shall we get in contact with the native leadership and see if they'd want a protection detail during negotiations with the Confederacy?"

Loske Treicolt Ryv Gat Tambor Strappa The Thicka Shute Gunray Kazuhira Agrippa