The Corvidae Proposal: A Beginning.

[Vell]

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To: Prime Minister Geneviéve Lasedri
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Subject: An Interesting Proposal
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Prime Minister,

If you want to be rid of your carrion problem in Wild Space, please travel to the attached coordinates and await further instructions. The rest can be discussed in person. Travel with only your most loyal crew, if foul play is suspected all bets are off. I hope I chose correctly,

A friend.

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Vell sat in the cockpit of his small Callan-class starfighter, meditating patiently while he awaited the Prime Minister and her retinue to arrive. Space was desolate by its very nature, but this empty swath of blackness, located along the loneliest section of the Corellian Run just beyond the Mid-rim's border, was especially empty, for there was literally nothing out here.

Watchers had confirmed that the Intangible had departed for the Rendezvous point as scheduled, and the installed tracking beacons confirmed their trajectory and location. It will not be long now.

The Intangible popped out of Lightspeed within the hour, and Vell's scanners displayed no signs of pursuers. Good. Satisfied, Vell prepared to make his approach.The Ubese rolled his shoulders to relieve his stiff muscles; meditation could only do so much in such a confined space. Reaching forward to the cockpit's dashboard, Vell hailed the Intangible over the comm:

"Intangible, this is Uba I, requesting permission to board."

Vell did not have to wait long before he was given the "okay" to approach, and within moments he had docked and was making his way aboard the Intangible.

Vell climbed out his ship and into the sealed airlock of the larger vessel. Though Vell knew it was impossible to smell anything through his helmet, his nose crinkled behind his visor. This ship reeks of aliens. The Ubese stood before the blast-doors, unarmed save for a single thermal detonator (in case of emergencies), the pack containing his data-pad, and the long-range communicator hooked onto his belt. Vell held his hands before him, palms open and clearly empty, his instructions had been clear: the Ubese was to play nice.

[member="Geneviève Lasedri"]

 

[Geneviève Lasedri]

Why the Prime Minister trusted this anonymous contact was beyond her, but at least her ship was one that could get out before any ambush could be initiated properly. It was a risk, yes, but not as high of a risk as she had taken on several occasions before. Seriously, just walking to the speeder outside the Senate building was a risk in itself for someone of her prominence. And never mind the years she had spent in back alleys and on enemy-controlled worlds to arrange insurrection. Being in danger was really not unusual.

That said, Geneviève had followed the contact's instructions, but added a little extra protocol of her own to the meeting. A box of ysalamiri may have been brought aboard Intangible before the flight. She had had too many run-ins with Sith in her past, and she was not going to let another one of those within five kilometers of her if she had any say in the matter.

The 'guest'--or host, if he had arranged this get-together?--arrived as expected, no surprises evident as he raised his arms in submission to whatever guards she had with her. He was a strange one in appearance, and Gen was wary of all the gadgetry that might be about him. But everything was cleared, and, for what she could tell, above-board. Well, as above-board as this particularly suspicious meeting could be. She had only agreed to this out of a sort of vengeful inclination--although it would serve the Republic better, in the long run. That is if they accomplished what the stranger had implied he could help deliver.

"I see you still prefer not to be identifiable, even in person.'

[member="Vell"]

 

[Vell]

Vell blinked at the Prime Minister, not that she could see his face through his helmet's visor. She's suspicious, good. The Ubese ignored the guards, knowing he was in no real danger, and let his hands fall to his sides.

"I am Vell. The face you see is that which the rest of the galaxy sees." Vell nodded toward the Prime Minister, his gaze flicked back and forth between her real and her false eye. "We all wear masks Prime Minister, I have nothing to hide from you." Vell would never properly adjust to speaking basic, no matter how often he spoke the language, his accented words rasped through his helmet with a metallic twinge.

The Ubese approached the prime minister and made to walk past her. "We must speak in private Prime Minister. Take whatever precautions you deem necessary, but what I have to share with you is for your eyes and ears alone."

[member="Geneviève Lasedri"]

 

[Geneviève Lasedri]

Speaking in private was not exactly what she would have preferred, but--then again--they were here for some shady business. And shady business was usually not something one spoke of in front of others, no matter how loyal they might be. It was not a trust issue, but an issue of saving them their consciences.

Gen had her blade and syringe on her--just like the Rebel days--so she was not too worried about taking care of herself solo with this stranger. Although, who knew what this Vell person was capable of? She would keep her guard up always, as usual. But she would assent to his request. "You first, Vell." There was not much in her room to be concerned about as long as the holographic unit was powered down. All else that populated the soundproof apartment was a bed and a wood-encased durasteel desk with a few books and weapons locked inside.

[member="Vell"]