The Gathering [Ask]

[Connor Harrison]

Seeing a friendly human face, Joon smiled a little to the masked stranger - [member="Jaster of Clan Awaud"] – and tried to stand a little taller now someone else helped break the ice.

”No, I don’t know what that suit even does. Except look dangerous and scary.”

She looked between the pair; one face of a soldier, one face of a peaceful lady - [member="Taeli Raaf"].

”I’m Justiciara Noctare,” she swallowed, ”aid to Alicia Drey. Pleasure to meet you. The both of you.”

Her confidence snaked back a little, the fear of the suited man going with the memories.

 

[Camellia Swift]

[member="Alicia Drey"] [member="Lady Shambleau"] [member="Sanya Val Swift"] [member="Joon"]

In all truthfulness when the Rendili woman had imagined a get together on Sojourn she had expected the majority of guests to be a lot less. . . . .armed. Some seem prepared for a different sort of gathering altogether and it left the business woman feeling a little overdressed as she gave a brief wave back to Alicia Drey before the hostess walked away to speak with a pair of the more thuggish individuals. There wasn't anyone Camellia could recognize to sit down and speak with either. At least no one from among the top tier shipwrights or government officials of major powers. As a result there didn't appear to be anyone in particular she could imagine simply walking up to to strike a conversation with.

Or rather such would be the case if she did not spot the aide to Lady Cardei. It was a little surprising to see Lady Shambleau in place of her Lady if Ms. Drey was going to unveil the shield project as she suspected she was going to. Although to whom was the question at this point as Camellia looked about and tried not to look suspicious of the arranged guests while she walked over to the Naboo Noble's associate. "Lady Shambleau it's a pleasure to see you again. I hope Lady Cardei is doing well, it's a tad sad she wasn't able to make it."

 

[Alicia Drey]

| [member="Jen"] | [member="Marcus Itera"] |

Straight to business, Alicia thought. I like that. "As you have already figured out, I am the one responsible for posting the bounty for Damien Northstar Daemon, both on the standard bounty hunter boards and the Hydian Way. By the way, I like what you've done with that software. The HoloNet can be extremely unreliable when it comes to information."

Alicia waved her hand, as if to dismiss what she had just said physically. Leaning her chin on her hand, propping her elbow on the arm rests, she said: "I have brought you here for two jobs. The first is rather simple. Find Damien, and when you do, please pass on his location to me via the Hydian Way. When I have verified that you have found him, I will pay you the other half of your reward. Of course, in a gesture of good faith, I will pay you the first to you now. I think that is agreeable."

"The second is more tricky and rather dangerous. One moment." Sitting up right, Alicia placed her hand down her chest and produced a pen. Or so it appeared. It was actually a personal signal jammer, of Alicia's own unique invention, that blocked all incoming and outgoing signals within it's proximity, including any devices that recorded sound.

Activating her PSJ, Alicia folded her other leg and reclined back into her seat. "That's better. We're safe to talk now. You never know who is listening these days." Sighing, Alicia went back to leaning her delicate chin on her hand. "Recently, the Queen of Naboo and her family hosted a royal ball at their palace in Theed. The ball was supposed to signal Naboo becoming a member of the Galactic Alliance. Many Jedi and an assortment of other important individuals, from in and outside of the Alliance attended the ball, to celebrate and rejoice."

"Unfortunately, the palace was attacked. Nobody knows who or why. Suffice to say, the attack occurred and many of the Naboo were killed. What I want you to do is to help me frame the First Order for the attack. I am open to suggestions on how we would achieve this. But someone of your skills could set up fake documents, holographic recordings and so on, that would put the First Order in frame, no?"

 

[Marcus Itera]

This little gathering and its attendees surprised Marcus in their diversity. He was no Force user but he had worked with them long enough to semi-accurately judge if a person was one or not. Those who were often tended to be rather refined in their mannerisms, carried themselves with a graceful poise, and their wandering thoughts oft signalled that they were adrift in strange, impromptu meditations. The Sith were harder to single out - lots of people had those shady eyes, that sinister vibe, and just a general aura of uneasiness.

Sith. I frelling hate Sith.

Be that as it may, the underworld duo strode into the aged fortress like it was their own. Jen had that moody spunk to her step while Marcus's erred on the side of calculated strides and subtle, sweeping glances to get a good look at the rest of the attendees.

"Want me to catalogue their faces, maybe run them through some databases?"

"It's like you can read my mind."

Miranda grinned, "Fear your synthetic overlord, mortal."

Then it was on to unnecessary pleasantries with Miss Drey, the relocation into their private chambers and it was down to business. As this lady spoke of potential missions, Marcus and Miranda had already ran several HoloNet-spanning searches in pursuit of any information on this Damien Daemon fellow. Only obscure documents and unsourced files were mined, and those weren't very promising leads. Whoever he was, he had a lot of money and resources.

Framing the First Order was another thing entirely.

"What's your goal in framing the First Order?" He finally spoke, annunciator deepening his voice.

[member="Alicia Drey"], [member="Jen"]

 

[Jaster Awaud]

The small one jolted as Jaster spoke words to [member="Joon"], he had no intention of frightening anyone. If it wasn't for [member="Taeli Raaf"] who assisted with breaking the ice with the younger women Jaster would be apologizing more then having a conversation. The mechanized man bowed his head to both the women, "I am truely sorry," Jaster recovered his stance and looked at the two beauties before him, "this new form I have found myself in is still rather foreign to me, I sometimes forget the armor is there, I do hope I didn't frighten you too much." he ship me the young women's hand.

Jaster looked back to Tarli, with a glimmer of interest poking at the back of his head, "I'm rather impressed you could tell this was a Survival Suite, my company makes weapons, this suite of armor is nothing more then medical supplies strapped to a weapon." Jaster chuckled, and continued to introduce himself, "I am Viceroy Jaster Awaud, of the United Trade Conglomerate and CEO of Umbrella Corperation, it is a pleasure to meet the both of you."

 

[Taeli Raaf]

[member="Jaster of Clan Awaud"] [member="Joon"]

"I'm in the technology business, not just weapons and ships and such, but other areas as well," Taeli explained, smiling slightly. Her company was looking into the medical field, but on a more bio-tech side of things. She wanted to expand her company's bioengineering division. Jaster, that was his name. Apparently fate had not been kind to the man in recent times. Ah she was forgetting.

"Where are my manners, Jedi Master Taeli Raaf," she added, giving a small bow to the pair. "Master in the New Jedi Order of the Galactic Alliance and CEO of Aurora Industries." Turning to the young girl, she continued by saying, "So, tell me Justiciara, how did you come to be here with Miss Drey? You don't strike me as familiar with all this pomp and circumstance that such gatherings are."

 

[Jen]

Still standing, Jennifer finally seemed to be done with the death stick, blowing out a last cloud of white cilona laced smoke before looking towards the burnt out death stick, judging the remains with a sigh as if the mere act of looking at it sternly would make the lost regrow. Slowly the death stick smoke hovered through the enclosed room, mixing with the rest of the rooms’ atmosphere…

At first, Jen did not seem to take too much note of Alicia, at surface level not even seeming to listen to her comments. It was first after she had sufficiently mourned the disappearance of her death stick, dropped it on the floor carpet and smeared it out with her shoe that she seemed to be listening. At the very least, the round sunglasses that covered her eyes were now pointing in Alicia’s direction.

“I’ll see what I can figure out with Damien. I took the liberty to do some quick scans just because I saw you posted it. Aaaaand he got credits. The more credits a man has and the more he is willing to spend in order to remain hidden. The harder it gets to track him down. Just so you know. This isn’t just a job finished after an all-nighter. Tell me what the pay is, and if it is sufficient I will send the information I have over the Cryptnet when I’m done.”

When Alicia started to explain the recent ball tragedy, Jennifer adjusted herself, raising her right leg to put her foot on the wall, stabilizing her position a bit. Now, Jen admittedly knew she was no political oriented person. Nevertheless, if a businesswomen like Alicia wanted nations to snap at each other’s throat, there had to be ulterior motives. Either on political, or on an economic scale. Even though those were very often related. The plays Alicia wanted to make from the outcome would vary greatly depending on which chosen. Not that it mattered much to Jennifer, but it was always wise to know what your clients wanted. She was silent for a bit, looking towards Marcus as he finally spoke.

“Yea. What the armored guy said. What’s your goal? The quality of the job depends on how convinced you want people to be. Everyone seeks victims, if you simply just want ordinary people to become mad. You won’t need much… But if want them to start wars…”




[member="Marcus Itera"] :: [member="Alicia Drey"]

 

[Ashin Varanin]

Turning her gaze to Justiciara, Alicia said: "Lady Shambleau represents Lady Cardei, head of the Naboo Starfighter Corps and noblewoman to boot. If it was not for Cardei's assistance, DataTech would never have got the plasma it needed for the prototype that we will be unveiling tonight." Averting her gaze away from her partner, Alicia settled her gaze back on Shambleau. "You must pass on my gratitude to your employer once more. I think that she will be most pleased with the results."

Shambleau offered a polite response, and then the demands of hosting separated Alicia and Justiciare, leaving Shambleau more or less alone. Looking around, though, she noticed one familiar face: [member="Camellia Swift"], to whom Shambleau had played host on Naboo.

"Lady Shambleau it's a pleasure to see you again. I hope Lady Cardei is doing well, it's a tad sad she wasn't able to make it."

"The pleasure's all mine," said Shambleau with a convincingly humanoid smile. "Lady Cardei sends her best wishes, but what with the recent attack on Theed -- a Sith, on Naboo of all worlds -- she's found it necessary to focus on Theed Hangar's security arrangements. Certain projects require acceleration and so forth. If you have any advice for her, I'd be more than happy to pass it along; Force knows she could stand to hear from an ally who knows what it's like for Sith to attack her homeworld."

 

[Camellia Swift]

[member="Alicia Drey"] [member="Lady Shambleau"] [member="Sanya Val Swift"] [member="Joon"]

The details of the attack on Naboo weren't readily available to the Rendili woman yet. She had indeed heard of the attack, but had been busy taking a vacation that coincidentally took her past Voss where one of Stardrive's auxiliary yards were located and considering a new design. To be truthful about that it was a great work, it only lacked in that the market was very stale in the space of the Silver Jedi since they had heard of Rendili's fall. And the Sith never bought a damn thing, nor did they need ships repaired very often. After all, when they relied on a single company for so long and used Vong warships in place of mechanical ones in that period it was hard to market a shipwright in their territory. Asking an old friend to use their word to convince other powers that be the purchase it, without drawing the ire of those whose own damn fault it was for not considering the needs of a business, was a bit distracting for the Rendili woman.

Still, with news like that regarding the attack on Naboo she wished she knew more. "Phrik Armor for elite combat units to engage the Sith themselves since we can't all have an army of Jedi lying around always on hold for such an occurrence. It did well in battling the Sith in close quarters and forced them into the peace talks. Still, numbers play a big role. I personally blame that whole galactic populace disappearing act for that. When a Planetary Defense Force operates at less than half strength when a Sith battlegroup launches an attack its typically not going to go well. Although Sith starships were and are miserable. Maybe more so now but even then they rather rely on their own people than those they conquered even if it hurts infrastructure and economies."

Sighing, Camellia looked around, wondering if anyone else intended to appear she might recognize. It seemed the first wave of guests had arrived, but she hoped this wasn't everyone. "Another thing that leaned in our favor was superior ranged weaponry. Ironic actually that a Planetary Security Force was armed with superior blaster carbines to Sith Troopers. If the Sith don't get into close quarters they're not half as dangerous as they think they are. So preventing them from entering a city and keeping sniper and artillery fire on them works to great effect. Especially since they are a lot more vulnerable without the Vong filling their ranks. If they do though, again Phrik armor for elite troops goes a long way, and installing ysalamir traps around VIPs and important defensive zones like shield generators or the power source turbolaser banks is something we did not do and likely should have. . . . of course this is merely speculation from what occurred on Rendili during its conquest. I am not voicing open opposition to the Sith. Always have to be careful about that, my only goal is to keep my world peaceful and prosperous. And when one isn't a mystic with a glow rod it seems often hard to do that unless you play a very shrewd game and just hope people aren't bastards about the fact one tugs on their leash to keep from stagnating while remaining quiet like they're told. . . . . .not that you likely need to hear that. I thought the Alliance was around at the time. I seem to recall Lady Cardei wishing to remain independent from them for longer, so if the Sith delayed matters to give her the time to do so I suppose its lucky. If not then the Alliance better have prevented harm, otherwise they owe the people of Naboo a great debt for the trouble they likely drew to you."

 

[Alicia Drey]

| [member="Jen"] | [member="Marcus Itera"] |

Across Marcus' A.I, all the public information on Alicia Drey appeared on the HUD. He would discover that the woman's family died whilst she was a child, in a tragic accident whose details wasn't released; that she inherited Chandrila DataTech, a company founded by her Father in the 810s and subsequently ran by Alicia until it was sold to Taeli Raaf seven years ago; that she used the credits from that sale to start up Chandrila Group; and a bounty set up Rave Merrill, who sought information and details on Alicia Drey, and coincidentally, was now dead. Stock, assets and wealth placed Alicia as a very rich and powerful woman, who espoused Humanist values, having ran several charitable supply runs of foodstuffs to several impoverished star systems.

Looking at the deathstick on the carpet, Alicia lifted her gaze back up to the hacker and her consort. "Does it really matter? Let's be honest. The Hydian Way was created so that you could avoid the eye of the law, so that you could sell illicit substances, technology and information without being caught, and most importantly, without being stopped. What difference does it make? I've asked you to track down a man- a man that, as you have already guessed, I plan to murder- so why would you care what happens to governments that you are ultimately hiding from?"

"I think the only thing you care about is yourself. Framing the First Order for an attack that it did not commit against the Galactic Alliance is extremely dangerous. If it were discovered that we were the individuals responsible for framing the First Order, then there would undoubtly be some repercussions. Suffice to say, I have faith in your skills and my self interest not to be caught. If done correctly- and we will do it correctly- then we'll successfully set up a proxy war between two superpowers, without being caught. There will be no trail leading back to either of us. The results will be in our favor. You will be a richer woman and I will be too."

"However..." Alicia pushed herself up to her feet, walking around the chair and moving towards one of the nearby windows, back turned to Jennifer and Marcus. "...If I was wrong, and the founder of the Hydian Way does indeed have some morals that would conflict with this job, then this was a wasted trip for you." Falling silent, Alicia focused her gaze on the skyline, folding her arms across her chest and digging her nails into her skin, a copying mechanism to deal with the extreme pain that had gripped her since Dxun.

 

[Jen]

“Yea, the Cryptnet and the Hydian Way are pretty cool.” Jennifer said as a way for her to release the created tension to the best of her ability, having found the sudden change of tone unnerving. Not that it was shown, her cool demeanor remaining untouched as a slight smirk formed on her visage instead. As if she silently found the gravity of the situation amusing.

Wanting to answer Alicia’s questions, she casually started to walk around the small chamber, taking a look at different books on the shelves and other such trinkets arranged throughout the room, finding it pointless to look at the back of the woman while she talked. “But yea, the governments mean crap to me. But I would hate to live as a hunted fugitive. Obviously.” Jennifer said as she finished aimlessly flicking through a manuscript without reading it, rather carelessly putting it back onto the shelf where she had found it. “The other claim is not really true though. I care about a lot of stuff other than myself. Fizzyglug for example.”

Her smirk grew somewhat, her eyes turning towards the back of Alicia as if trying to gauge her reaction. It had been a joke. It wasn’t because murder was uncommon in the circles she had been raised in, but telling a person that openly admitted her intentions what you cared about, was never the smartest thing. At least not according the paranoid slicer, even though she did respect the percieved honesty.

She continued to talk as she turned away from the shelf, finding a chair to sling herself into with a groan: “Morals are reserved for those that can afford them, Ali. Can I call you that by the way? Ali?”

It was always fun playing with fire.

[member="Alicia Drey"] :: [member="Marcus Itera"]​

 

[Alicia Drey]

| [member="Jen"] | [member="Marcus Itera"] |

Nearly losing her composure, Alicia managed to maintain herself. But how long will I be able to continue like this? She thought to herself. Turning, she released a genuine laugh and said: "Whatever works for you. And what do I call you? E.X.E.C isn't going to work, I'm afraid."

 

[Connor Harrison]

As [member="Taeli Raaf"] introduced herself, it served as a distraction from looking at the intricate suit of [member="Jaster of Clan Awaud"] that made her turn to see the Jedi.

A Jedi Master, and a strong one. Taeli Raaf. The name was noted, and Joon just looked at her with no amount of warmth. However, she remembered her place and forced a small smile that curled up from the edges of her lips. She turned to the suited man.

”Thank you. I am sorry – I just haven’t seen anything like this before.”

She returned to look at the Jedi with no urgency but a callous glint in her eye.

”Alicia Drey saved my life. I owe her mine, and have pledged to support her and learn her business and be a success, just like her, with all I can be.”

Turning, she picked up a small meat skewer from the table.

”Taeli Raaf. I know your name. Raaf. You have Jedi family, don’t you.”

She pulled a piece off to eat, which was spicy. To say she knew the Raaf name was very true indeed – all of the training and expeditions she had been on were starting to give her names and reputations of those on the side of good, and those out to take it; like the Jedi. The Raaf name was one of them.

 

[Jen]

The meeting was soon finished from what Jennifer could gather, but she remained seated for now, finding the chair comfortable.

She wasn't sure what else to say or ask, nevertheless, it had been an interesting conversation. "Privacy matters in the slicer world. Names doesn't really matter to outsiders, you only need them to hire us.." She stopped for a bit, obviously trying to come up with a good nickname: "... But you can always just call me Exec. That was after all the person you hired. Or Node. Yea, Node is good. If none of those are cool. Come up with a nickname yourself." She smiled slightly, adjusting herself a bit in her seat as she looked towards Alicia: "You know I can't be upfront with you. Not when you hire me to do such a dangerous job." She grabbed a datapad from one of the many pockets in her pants, seeming to type on it.

"I'll hand you a private encryption link before this little bash is over. We can communicate free from prying eyes over it as long as you keep your device safe."



[member="Alicia Drey"]

 

[Taeli Raaf]

[member="Joon"] [member="Jaster of Clan Awaud"]

"You sound almost like an apprentice to her," Taeli laughed, regarding the girl with an analytical eye. She caught the way the young girl had looked at her when she had introduced herself, and the callous glint in her eye. Clearly, the girl was no fan of Jedi but had yet to master how to mask her feelings in public. Body language spoke volumes after all, but to control that took years of practice and acting lessons.

"Indeed I do have a sister who is a Jedi," Taeli said. "I also have a sister who is a Sith, so you could say the family is divided along political lines. But then, most families have differing politics and beliefs. As for myself, I like to learn things. I study the history of the Jedi and the Sith, looking for those things that were lost or might prove... dangerous in the wrong hands."

 

[Alicia Drey]

| [member="Jen"] | [member="Marcus Itera"] | [member="Ludolf Vaas"] |

Alicia nodded. "Node. That's fine. When and if we need to communicate over cyberspace, I will be using the alias Mendacium. If we've reached an accord, then I assume that this only stays between the three of us?" Turning gaze to Marcus, Alicia quietly distrusted the man. She summarized that he was a mercenary of some kind. People like that tended to change allegiance, depending on how much money was being spoken. She was a wealthy woman, who viewed her wealth as immaterial objects used to complete her agenda, but alas, there were others far richer than she, and perhaps more importantly, more persuasive. After all, it had been him who had brought up the questions- not Node- and that gave Alicia an insight into what type of person she was dealing with.

Averting her gaze from Node's guard to the slicer, Alicia said: "Just in case you did decide to take the First Order job, I have prepared some information that I would like you to incorporate into your work. The hack that I want you to perform will revolve around Ludolf Vaas, a high ranking official in the First Order's military brass." Dipping her hand back into her chest, Alicia produced another item. "This memory stick holds the basic outline of what I want you to accomplish, but I leave the method behind it to you."

"When it is done, the next part of the job is when it gets nice for you. When you've completed the slice, I want you to sell everything on that stick to the Galactic Alliance. Obviously, I want you to cover us. Effectively, if everything is done according to my vision, then the Alliance will think that Ludolf Vaas ordered the attack on Naboo, and when the First Order discover this deception, they will investigate and find the fake information you will have planted that fits into the narrative. Vaas will be framed for the attack; the First Order will be held accountable for what happened in Theed; and hostilities between them and the Alliance will have begun."

"You will keep what you make from the sale, on top of the payment I will give you now and after the job has been completed. Understand?"

Falling silent, Alicia held over the memory stick to Node. It contained Ludolf Vaas' service record in the New Order and One Sith military; a more refined explanation of Alicia's instructions; a basic outline of what she wanted to accomplish; and specific individuals that she wanted the slice to be sold to, once the slice was complete and the fake information generated from it was on the First Order's books. In particular, Alicia had made it clear that when the sale was done, it was not to lead back to neither Node or herself, instead electing for the leak to remain anonymous.

 

[Marcus Itera]

These kind of jobs were risky, which was why he asked questions. He hadn't ever single handedly started a war before, and he wasn't about to today if he wasn't going to be receiving enormous amounts of monetary compensation - funds which would be used to cover his own sheb and enhance security of his own assets. Even shadowmen had to wary of who they worked with. Bad ending stories ranged from being ambushed by a potential client to walking straight into sting operations the moment they began their mission. Mercenaries were often looked down upon, but they were the men and women who got down to business when it needed to be done.

"Tragic beginning with dead family, she inherited this company. Has a few charities, does her part to improve the galaxy, and has a rather large bank account and Humanocentrist values."

His annunciator was already silenced. "Definitely a cover-up. Charity owners don't typically want people to start wars for them or hunt down opposition, but business is business."

"Very right. Want me to stay on her trail for a little? No hacking or deepnet stuff just yet, mainly clearnet."

"Have at it, doll."

Then his voice came back into reality, unmuting himself. "No codename for me, I work for Miss Node. Whatever she says, goes. I don't expect this to be easy, so if you want the best then you'll have to pay for it."

[member="Alicia Drey"], [member="Jen"]

 

[Jaster Awaud]

It seemed that both, [member="Joon"] and [member="Taeli Raaf"] were entering a conversation Jaster couldn't speak for. He had only studied Sith and Jedi text that his daughter had brough back from her days within the Grey Jedi Academy. He was a scientist and an engineer, the ideals of the two philosophy was none of his opinion. He looked for a way to get another subject to end this passive aggressive mist he felt in the air.

He looked to Taeli, "So Miss. Raaf, I've been outside the world of information exploring the Unknown Region, and since my return I have heard information your with the Galactic Alliance now?" Jaster hopped this would change the mood of the conversation, "They have grown into quite a galactic power since I was around last, how have you faired within their ranks as of late?"

He was in desperate need of GA support. A new power in the Fringe Territories threatened his corperate holding along the Sanctuary Pipeline. If this information was correct he may be able to gain GA support to resist the territorial gain of the Sith.

 

[Connor Harrison]

[member="Jaster of Clan Awaud"] spoke before Joon could, because she was ready to make it clear her distaste for Jedi, and their arrogance, and bloodied hands.

She looked at [member="Taeli Raaf"] and the way she held herself, before turning away back to the table and throwing down the half-eaten skewer, eyes fixed on the window ahead looking down across the fort’s surroundings.

Gripping the table, she slowly turned back around.

”Excuse me,” she muttered, before moving away, arms across her abdomen.

The events of Duro were in her mind again, and seeing Taeli Raaf was unpleasant, and she didn’t like her. All these people were insignificant – the whole thing was a big show, and where was Ayra? Off doing business.

Joon walked carefully across the room to look out of another high window, fingers drumming quietly on her dress.

 

[Alicia Drey]

| [member="Joon"] | [member="Camellia Swift"] | [member="Ajira Cardei"] | [member="Lady Shambleau"] | [member="Jen"] | [member="Quiirak"] | [member="Darth Ansem"] | [member="Taeli Raaf"] | [member="Marcus Itera"] | [member="Kyoko Ike"] | [member="Attrion Harnol"] | [member="Sanya Val Swift"] | [member="Gael bar Ammon"] |

"I think you will find that I always pay my debts," said Alicia to Marcus coldly. With the job conferred to Jen and the details explained, Alicia felt that they had reached an impasse. "I think that concludes our business. I must return to hosting my other guests, but you will find that one of my servants will guide you back to your ships. I have placed your payments in escrow on the Hydian Way already. All that you need to do is collect. When the job is complete, I will pay the other half, as we agreed."

Heading to the door, Alicia turned to the two. "I'm afraid that, because of our business together, I do not think it would be a good idea for the two of you to remain with my other guests. Witnesses and what not. But once again, I thank you for your services. Goodnight."

Opening and closing the door behind her, Alicia left Marcus and Jen in the room. Making her way forwards, Alicia stopped and saw Justiciara by herself, looking out of a nearby window. Making her way over to her, Alicia said: "Is there a problem, Justiciara?"