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The Political Process

@[member="Siobhan Kerrigan"]

Aurelia lay still, but as the footsteps approached she moved slightly, making a groaning sound to indicate she was just waking up. Hopefully her captor would get close enough for her to strike!

She remembered Clockwork, where the machines had almost slain her, but she had survived because of the Jedi. That was a sore spot for her, now she had a time to rescue herself from harm…perhaps.
 
@[member="Tegaea Alcori"]

Silent but just about audible footsteps were heard as Moira stepped in, those cold blue eyes that seemed like a void gazing upon Aurelia. She was dressed in black, though there was no insignia to discern any affiliation. Doubtless there were many groups that wished the former chancellor harm, scoundrels who did not comprehend their place in things. This must hurt them.

Eyes focused upon Aurelia as she scanned her, approaching the seemingly prone woman who on first sight was just waking up. One of Moira's hand frisked the older woman, just to be certain that she did not have anything hidden, the other went to a syringe that should put her back into the realm of Morpheus, a strong grip keeping the former politician in place so that she might receive a nice and clean injection.

Needless to say this was the moment for Aurelia to strike...
 
@[member="Siobhan Kerrigan"]

As her arm was touched Aurelia moved. She swung her cuffed legs around and kicked at Moira, then stabbed up with her knife somewhere on her captor's body. Oddly, neither seemed to have much effect, and she tried to wriggle away, realising she might be in rather more trouble than she had first imagined!
 
@[member="Tegaea Alcori"]

Moira was almost still as a statue as the blows struck her. The sudden attack might have come as a surprise and so Aurelia managed to stab into her side, the knife plunging in but...it seemed like it did not bother Moira one bit. Her expression remained stoic...impassive...devoid of any feeling as with one hand she grabbed the hand of Aurelia, so hard it was bound to cause great pain, and ripped the knife out of her hand, tossing it onto the ground and out of reach.

For just a moment her eyes flashed behind the electronic photoreceptors, an inhumane crimson. "Resistance is futile," she said coldly, a voice as chilling as a storm on Hoth. As Aurelia tried to wriggle away she grabbed her head and yanked it forward, the grip so powerful it left no room for escape, then drove the syringe with the sedative into her neck. The motion was fluid, efficient, not designed to cause extra pain, but no comfort either. The human Aurelia only had utility in so far as she was needed for the processing. After that she would be terminated.
 
Aurelia, before the needle jabbed her, realised this was more than a couple of thugs wanting a ransom. She didn’t really have much time to ponder this before she fell into unconsciousness again.

When Moira returned from the cargo hold Maelion looked up. “You have sustained damage,” she stated blandly. A quick visual examination showed the damage was superficial.
“We are four hours from our destination,” she added. Nothing else needed to be mentioned.
@[member="Siobhan Kerrigan"]
 
@[member="Tegaea Alcori"]

Four hours passed as the vessel steered through the depths of hyperspace before it burst out and sped towards the private corporate hangar that had been constructed to deal with just this sort of deliveries. HRDs were not the conversational sort, especially among their own kind since in such situations they did not have anyone to fool, so neither Moira nor Maelion were much interested in gossping. Organics were prone to waste so much time with pointless chatter.

Night had fallen over Corellia, it was a full moon, perhaps over the howl of the wind and the sound of speeder engines, for even at this hour the great metropolis did not sleep, one could hear Fenris howling from the abyss, the sound a clarion call to all who sought chaos, devastation and the destruction of the ancien régime, the twilight of the gods. The hangar in which the ship landed after transmitting the appropriate codes towards the control centre. Needless to say the entire ground crew was composed of droids, just in case inspections occured their memories would be wiped.

Moira would later monitor the Republic news network, along with discreetly trying to gain information on the investigations of the Coruscanti security services. News of Aurelia's disappearance should spread soon, she could imagine the uproar it would cause, but they had a window of opportunity and planned for this eventuality. After all, Saelari had to return to Coruscant for glory to serve the Age of Steel.

"Take her to the chamber. Make sure she is sedated and perform the brain scan. Once she is terminated she shall be processed. I shall monitor Coruscanti activites and ensure our pawns shall do their part for Phase Two," she spoke callously, indifferent to the fate of their subject. As the Coruscanti investigators would be led to conclude based on the forged evidence she had left behind, Saelari had been abducted by extremists.

Granted, they might distrust the evidence as too convenient and think it was forged, but it was their one angle. The bread crumbs would lead them to....a group of disposable mercenaries, some of whom had been actual extremists, fooled into 'holding Saelari captive' so that she might be dramatically rescued. Given a plot a human Moira and the real Nalia Alderana, a Terminatrix, had uncovered in another time, another place, this was tremendously ironic.
 
Aurelia never awoke again. Or, perhaps, she truly awoke for the first time.

The former Chancellor has never been a particularly popular or well liked. People around her had thought she was pompous and arrogant, traits which were quite true. She was also not pure of mind or heart, having willingly given venal appointments and pushed her own interests at the expense of others.
However, she perhaps deserved a better end than she got. Or, not an end so much as a new beginning.

Days of complex processing and fabrication passed, and at one stage the sedated former Chancellor had a lethal injection applied to her throat, and she died. In her place would arise a new Aurelia Saelari, a woman much easier to work with for the organics around her. However, all of this would be subordinate to the invisible directives placed on her from Archangel. Directives which would, they hoped, usher in the Age of Steel.

And so Aurelia Saelari opened her eyes on a new day and beheld the world not realising that she had been transformed. Not yet, anyway.
@[member="Siobhan Kerrigan"]
 
@[member="Tegaea Alcori"]

Aurelia would awake to a squalid room that resembled a prison cell, locked in a cage, cuffed and bound like the prisoner she was supposed to play. As she awoke she would near hoise, the sounds of blasterfire and explosions, pained screams of humans as they were blasted apart.

A human female, a Hapan, features hidden behind a balaclava, though the sheer rage and anger was evident in her eyes, stood above her with a heavy blaster pistol, having just locked the door shut, several mercenaries having taken up position with their weapons trained upon it. "You...those bastards betrayed us," she snarled. "Well, they're not getting you, tyrant queen." Clearly this mercenary was not very imaginative as she raised her pistol, then suddenly the door was blasted open as a powerful explosion tore through it, the woman buckling over and falling as a large chunk of it slammed right into her, effectively impaling her. Smoke filled the air, then there was a bright light as a flashbang was tossed in, blinding those mercenaries not quick enough to avert their eyes.

Out of the smoke figures wielding blaster rifles emerged, clad in black commando uniforms, faces hidden behind their visors, red bolts shooting out of their weapons, here and there grenades thumping out of launchers. The mercenaries, demoralised and evidently caught by surprise by such a ferocious attack, stood little chance...
 
Aurelia frowned, looking at the scene. This was…odd.
It is right
This was…right. Yes, she remembered now. The kidnapping! And now she was here. How long had she been here, why couldn’t she remember?
I have been here several days
That’s right! She remembered being here. Her memory must have been scrambled by the stress.

She got to her feet, feeling surprisingly good. “Who are you?” she asked her rescuers.
@[member="Siobhan Kerrigan"]
 
@[member="Tegaea Alcori"]

"Captain Jerome, Republic anti-terrorist unit, ma'am. We're here to rescue you. The scum is dead. Goddamn terrorists. You're safe now," the officer who seemed to be the commander of the unit replied to her, his voice coming across as somewhat mechanical due to the visored helmet he wore. Activating his comm device he hailed his superiors. "Bravo Squad to command, we've secured CEO Saelari. All resistance broken. She appears unharmed."
"Understood. Alpha Squad has completed its sweep, all terrorists dead. Evacuate the compound. A transport is waiting outside and will take you to the cruiser. Good work."
Turning his focus back to Aurelia the Captain made a gesture to one of his men, who quickly liberated the former chancellor - or so she appeared to them - of her cuffs, and gave her a one-over, though strangely enough she appeared unharmed and without any visible injuries, though nonetheless the medic on board the cruiser would give her a check-up. Of course they would not find anything out of the ordinary.
"Please come with us, ma'am. We'll take you back to Coruscant." So, with a strangely unharmed Aurelia, the squad filed out and left the compound. On the way one of the soldiers shot out a holo-screen where the woman who seemed the leader of this motley band of plucky 'rebels' was giving a rant of anti-Republic propaganda, about how they were capitalist running dogs and imperialist warmongerers who attacked innocent worlds like Cato Neimoidia and Nar Shaddaa to further their selfish desire for profit, singling out Aurelia as a war criminal, which incidentally seemed a pretty popular way to brand anyone one did not like in this Galaxy. The halls were strewn with corpses, walls had been scorched, limbs had been blasted off and burnt, though Republic casualties seemed very much on the light side.
 
@[member="Siobhan Kerrigan"]

Aurelia nodded, noticing with approval the way the scum had been destroyed.
“Who were these dogs?” she asked, waving a hand at the carnage. She wasn’t hungry, so they must have kept her well-fed. That was something.

When they arrived at the transport she settled in. “This sort of nonsense won’t be tolerated. Since I’ve left the Senate everything’s fallen apart. I should recontest a seat and rejoin it,” she said to herself.
It made such sense. Her diversion to the Protectorate had not done her much good. Saelari Mining and Minerals demanded attention, as did her influence on a galactic stage once more.
“I can make a difference, bring the galaxy back into line.”
 
@[member="Tegaea Alcori"]

"''Valkyries of Hapes', ma'am," the Captain responded, contempt evident in his voice, something emphasised by the airquotes. "Anarchs, anti-Republic reactionaries whining about freedom when all they are is common murderers." Aurelia was brought to the transport and ferried up to the cruiser that awaited her without incident.

Down on the asteroid the terrorist compound went up in flames as the explosive charges that had been placed exploded, consuming the entire facility as the purifying fires swept through it, incidentally also removing any evidence. The soldiers paid the desolation no mind, they had done their job and could expect a bonus for it. On the cruiser Aurelia would have to submit to a medical check-up, though the medics discovered that she was uninjured, something which was strange, but then who knew what drove the minds of anarchist dogs. No one could doubt that they had intended to put Aurelia on a humiliating show trial to use as propaganda against the Republic.

So the cruiser made the jump to hyperspace and through its depths steered towards Coruscant the eternal city. The abduction of Aurelia had, despite the best attempts to keep the lid on things, hit the holonews and so the press would be waiting at the spaceport. Aurelia had long been cast aside as politically finished, indeed given Polis Massa there were those in the Republic who regarded her as a traitor for serving in the Protectorate Government.

They would not know what hit them.

Unbeknownst to all a probe droid had been observing events and it transmitted the image across space and time right to the office of Moira and Maelion. Everything was going as planned.
 

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