The Rebels and the Resistance

[Aithne Charr]

Solan watched the end of the alley he sat in and waited in for the meeting that was to come, his appearance unchanging and his hands on his saber. He expected a member of the Rebel alliance but it is likely that such a thing is all fake and this very meeting could be a trap that holds a dark path for him in the future and is something that Solan took very careful steps to make sure he had a way out of here incase it was a trap.

 

[Geneviève Lasedri]

Geneviève was beginning to feel less and less comfortable being on Coruscant. She had already made the rounds and run several very suspicious errands around the mid levels of the city, although keeping a low profile was not in the least difficult on this planet of a trillion inhabitants. Who could know of her true mission? Even so, there was every reason to be getting antsy. Starting up an insurrection was never something the ruling government found amusing. Which is why allies are nice things to have.

The Alliance's Benefactor was sure that her imminent associate felt the same way, unless the message she had received was bait for a trap. Gen had taken precautions herself, bringing along a pair of escorts from the Rebellion-funded sect of the resistance, armed with the Alliance's standard SXB-1 guns. Geneviève was also carrying somewhere under the ankle-length, black trenchcoat she sported, her right hand in its pocket, feeling the grip of the heavy pistol just to make sure it was there. A couple of Rebel snipers lurked behind windows overlooking the main street, just outside the dark alley that was to be the rendezvous point.

Motioning for her escorts to fall back, Geneviève turned and entered the foreboding corridor alone. As brash and bold as she was, even the Benefactor was feeling edgy in this situation. Another day of toying with her own life.

 

[Aithne Charr]

"Yo." Solan was still just sitting against the wall as he was now messing with a datapad, every so often glancing up as if watching something while he talked to her and typed upon the datapad as a shadow passed over quickly. "Now what can i do you for mam? I hope you don't mind my playing a violin while we talk to, it helps me contemplate all the angles so to say." He glanced over at her and within the light of the datapad his features became clear. His face hollow as if he were sick and his eyes ringed by black circles that indicated he rarely slept, his eyes though held a beautifully calm and somewhat chilling gaze as he looked at the woman and laughed. "It also keeps me from staring at beauties." He didn't indicate he meant her, though he acted like he hadn't even said it.

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[Geneviève Lasedri]

Gen was starting to feel like she had possibly been duped. This guy seemed more like some scumbag bum and hardly a leader of anything except maybe a pack of rats. She shook her head in annoyance. Was he referring to her? "Beauties, huh? I think you're in the wrong place if you're looking for those." Most people were turned off by her eerie, solid white eye, and she usually liked things that way. But if he was serious, this man might spell trouble on various fronts.

She nearly made a move to swat the datapad out of his hand, opposed to the idea of playing a violin and drawing attention to their location. But who would suspect a secret meeting to overthrow the government if there was lively music emanating from their location. Then again, his music could be a signal to whatever dirty horde he had in the vicinity. She would allow the instrument but would also pay very close attention to any rhythmic or key shifts. "Go ahead with the music. But I'm going to need you to get to the details fairly quickly if you want to keep my attention."

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[Aithne Charr]

"Ask away, and i shall answer them as you deem fit miss, and as for my comment it was meant as a complement, and a joke." He smiled and bowed to her as he stashed the datapad and soon found a place to sit once more before he took up the violin and closed his eyes, his hand resting the bow upon the strings. In a moment the music started, soft and long notes filling the air as they sounded sad in nature and a tinge of beauty. His mind seemed to stretch out and he waited for her to ask what questions she had before his smile would drop, remaining on his face.

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[Geneviève Lasedri]

The Benefactor was beginning to wonder what people were seeing in her, because the scarred face she observed in the mirror on occasion never was much to look at in her own opinion. But for some reason, she had received compliments on her appearance from multiple people on Coruscant as of late. Were the trillion other women on this world really that bad? Or did she look 'soft' and not of the stolid personality she strove to project? Confused, Geneviève could not decide on whether to respond derisively or to accept the compliment. She stood there for a brief moment, unsure of what to do.

Gen winced as the sound of the violin interrupted her contemplation--not because it was bad music or the instrument out of tune, but because she really just liked her silence. It was disrupting her ominous mood. She liked her ominous mood. "Well, then," she started, having been prompted to ask him 'anything', though she was sure this person--either a dim fool or a brilliant operative--would not be able to tell her everything she wanted to know. Lasedri smirked, though not without a touch of unease. "Let's start with a simple one. How long do I have before one of yours shoots me?"

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[Aithne Charr]

"Same question for you, how long till your own men move in on me and fire off a round or two at me?" He smiled as he knew she had brought men and he had no doubt that atleast one of them had a weapon pointed on him already. Funny part was he did have men, or rather a few droids, with an unmoving focus on her. What is with the winching, dont like the music?" He smiled as he continued to play, though he nodded his head to a window above them, the faint outline of a droid with a rifle aimed down at her and more than likely a few others moving around above them.

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[Geneviève Lasedri]

"They'll fire before yours will," she answered, a hint of a smile briefly appearing on her face. "And violins aren't my thing."

Satisfied with the little game they were playing for now, Geneviève graduated the conversation to something more relevant to the true reasoning behind this meeting. "Saw they're building up the Jedi Temple into some piece of crap Sith HQ. That's going to be my primary concern. Whatever we do, we need to keep the activity out of that area while still undermining them." She usually liked being the aggressor, but as the table was set, there was no way they could feasibly assemble an insurrectionist force capable of a direct assault.

She still had some qualms about fully trusting this undercity musician. She had never been taken before, and she was not about to change that tradition. She needed to know if he was competent--and if he had friends. "Who are you keeping contact with outside?" she implored.

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