Public [THP] War Bonds

[Zarion Threx]

Tags: The Broker Vince Valery Noble Thexann Pehnataur

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Zarion Threx stayed seated for several seconds as he heard from The Broker. The answer was satisfactory as a low level introduction, though Zarion wanted something more concrete there didn't seem to be a socially acceptable moment to do so. At least no here. Zarion turned his head towards Vince and Valery with a slight nod of appreciation for their indicated support in his questioning of their host.

"Very well." he replied as he also stood in a fluid motion "I will delay us no longer." Zarion motioned towards Thexann and Vince "While we walk perhaps you two would be willing to also tell us about yourselves. You seem equally pensive. Thoughtful. I would hear your thoughts." the cyborg reached down and picked up his datapad that he had put down earlier in the conversation. Holding the device at his side he awaited the others to begin moving along with him and The Broker.

 

[Xeykard]

"No," he said. The Inquisitorial uniform served him well in every context he had needed it, and there were few contexts he tended to find himself in. The Sith's love of galas and parties had never rubbed off on him. If he ever arrived at one, it was because he was working, same as he was here.

Mauve, of course, seemed the opposite; reveling in the wealth and gaudy materiality of it all, she raised the chain to him to try. It was a ridiculous thing, shiny and weighty in credits. He imagined the riches of the Dark Lord, who feasted on all things, Sith so ravenous they would take up any symbol that showed their worth but the ones that actually meant victory.

Victory, here. Was his work not twofold? Mauve wanted him on her side, else he would not have a Black Crown. He found himself acquiescing; he knelt, a most dangerous access to his neck granted to the Zeltron. "Do as you must."

Mauve du Vain ​

 

[Mauve du Vain]

Pouting lips curved into feline smile, eyes alight with triumph. She reveled in the way the great warrior kneeled in front of her, when he could so easily chop her apart instead. Mauve smacked his arm with a hand.

“So melodramatic.”

Then she put the enormous links of aurodium over his head. They shone gold against Xeykard’s carmine scales.

“There. Look in the mirror. Mmm, what’s wrong. Too gaudy for you?”

She crossed her arms and examined Xeykard .

 

[Vince]

War Bonds
Meeting with The Broker Zarion Threx Thexann Pehnataur and Valery Noble ​

The Royal glanced to the man next to him as he heard something of a faint whisper. For a brief moment, a spark of curiosity could be seen in his eyes as he allowed his gaze to sweep for what was happening. It did not take long, however, for him to blink hard a few times before letting his attention return to the masked figure. As if on cue, the businessman drew their attention once more, ushering them to go on a tour together. Valery seemed to agree. Vince rose from his chair. "Of course" he replied, his voice smooth and distant.

Vince remained standing, listening to the final words exchanged between the cyborg and the masked figure and offered the latter a nod to show his appreciation for him starting to share. Before turning to follow the businessman down the corridor, Vince paused for a brief moment as he looked to Zarion "Vince Ivro Kalmorak, of Onderon." The name was not said with the weight and pride one might expect from a monarch. With a resigned tilt of his head he continued "You are free to look us up. The Onderon Gazette and Iziz Daily will have all the information you may wish for and then some."

 

[Thexann Pehnataur]

PRIVATE LOG – THEXANN PEHNATAUR
COO, Guardian Authority Ltd. | Secure Archive Entry
Location: The Obelisk – Sub-Deck Theta-9 | Hidden Temple Threshold & Safehouse Annex

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We reached the threshold in near silence.

The ambient hum of the station above had faded—no crowds, no fountains, no casino bells. Just quiet. Real quiet. The kind that makes your heartbeat sound louder than it should. The kind that makes even Jedi pause. This was not "haunting" but "clean" and "quiet".

The door wasn’t made to impress. It was made to last.

Polished stone. No panel. No obvious mechanism. Just a subtle pulse in the Force that Valery would feel before any of us—an invitation woven into the bones of the place.

When the wall parted, it didn’t hiss. It sighed.

The chamber beyond was low-lit, warm. A hidden Jedi Temple, nestled within a space station designed to distract the galaxy. Old stone floors inlaid with songsteel. Meditation alcoves. A tree—yes, a tree, somehow alive in the artificial light—its roots embedded into a plasteel planter that looked older than the station itself.

There were holocrons in alcoves. A still pool. A statue, half-shadowed, of Caltin Vanagor standing not as a warrior—but as a guardian.
No lightsaber drawn. Just arms folded, cloak draped, face watching.

No inscription.

Because none was needed.

They just seemed to stay quiet more than anything. They didn’t ask if it was real.

That told me everything.

To the left of the temple? The safehouses. Four, maybe five—each unassuming from the outside. Modular quarters built into old utility spaces and retrofitted with Guardian Authority tech. No signage. One entry, one exit. No data trail. Fully shielded. Fully stocked.

Each one was assigned a different ‘purpose’ on the Obelisk manifest:

• Exhibit Storage Room 17.
• HVAC Substation C.
• Overflow Housing – Staff Roster 4.
• Executive Archive Wing D (for guests who don’t exist).
• And one simply labeled: Retired Server Cache – Do Not Disturb.

In truth, these were cells. Not prison cells—resistance cells. Safehouses where messages could be exchanged, identities discarded, wounds healed, plans made. This wasn’t an opulent sanctuary. It wasn’t meant to be. The flooring scuffed. The walls plain. One bulkhead showed signs of weld repair.
Serviceable. Durable. Honest.

And that’s when I turned to them—not as a guide, not as a host, but as me.


Liram Angellus and Caltin Vanagor didn’t build this for show,

I said at this point. My voice didn’t rise, but it carried.

They built it because they knew.


I looked from Valery, to Vince, to Zarion, to the Broker. Even the silence felt respectful now.


Guardian Authority Ltd. was born out of war. Out of failure. Out of a need to give people something worth fighting for. Liram started it because he wanted to keep building after the blasters went silent. Caltin backed him because… he never believed they would.


I stepped aside and gestured to the safehouses.

This place? It’s not on any stock ledger. It’s not funded through investors or client dividends. This was the first thing Caltin quietly financed after the Battle of Denon. And Liram—he let the Board think it was overflow housing.

I smiled, but it didn’t reach my eyes.

They lied. Because they had to. Because they believed the Jedi, and the good people left in this galaxy, might one day need a place to start again.

I let that hang. A pause. A moment of clarity. Was there really "fate", like the Force plans everything? Or really just two people planning for many potential outcomes?


I didn’t build this. I don’t claim the legacy. But I’m standing in it.

I looked back at the statue one last time before meeting their eyes again.

I don’t have unlimited funds. We’re not a shadow fleet or a deep-pocket cartel. But what I do have, I can give.

• “I have a manifest of ships. Some outdated. Most reliable.”
  
  
• “I have gear. Crates of it—stored, tested, clean.”
  
  
• “I have supply lines hidden beneath trade routes. Legitimate ones—ones no pirate would dare touch.”
  
  
• “I have droids. Shuttles. Uniforms. Medical gear. Generators. Fuel.”

...But more than that, I have her.


That is where I tapped my comm, bringing up a holo of a woman in an executive blue-white suit. Elegant. Sharp-eyed.

Alyksandra Angellus. My boss.


She’s Liram’s widow. And she is—by every metric that matters—more determined than he ever was. She doesn’t want to rebuild the galaxy’s trust in the Alliance. She wants to rebuild the galaxy. Period.

I looked back at them all.


I’m not a soldier anymore. But I can be useful. I can help you build something quiet, something capable, something that outlives every tyrant currently drawing breath. So if this is the moment we start… then I’m already in.

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End Log
Security Addendum:

• Zeltron and bodyguard continue idle surveillance. No aggression. No proximity breach.
  
• Perimeter drones looping standard sweep. One unit repositioned to maintenance crawl near deck intersection E5. Continue passive tracking.
  
• Consider test run of “drift route” courier system via shuttle bay 4D – tagging for supply drops.

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Personal Addendum:
Caltin built the foundation.
Liram gave it direction.

I will give it teeth.

And if the galaxy doesn’t see what we’re doing here?

Good.

That means it’s working.




TAG: Valery Noble | Vince | Zarion Threx | The Broker

This is what he is saying to people, just like a cutaway

 

[Adrikobe Kellrule]

Until now, Adrikobe had remained silent, and unnoticed, lingering just far enough from the group. Not that he could blame anyone for not detecting him, considering the exotic list of guests. A Mantellian was hardly that striking when compared to the present company.

The Obelisk marveled him, and what he saw now? It drew out so much as a subtle smirk from a man who was typically as stiff as carbonite... something rare for a man consumed by his own ego.

Though, the design of this station was hardly what interested him.

At first, he took a few seconds to process what Thexann Pehnataur had said.

Cells?

Resistance cells?

A foundation for something that could last?

Adrikobe was not a man convinced by word alone, he had been 'The Gilded Man' long enough to know bluster was worthless... He'd heard fairy tales like these for most of his life, dreams that served only to be crushed under the boot of a stronger power.

Yet, he was captivated.

He clasped his hands together, his gloves making a soft hiss as he did so. A million thoughts coursing through his mind in the time it took for the noise to register in the ears of everyone else. He considered every possible variable, and still was uncertain... something which disturbed him greatly.

Where most would see a fledgling movement, something that stood no chance when put to the test...

Adrikobe saw opportunity. And an opportunity was all he needed.

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He spoke for the first time he'd been present, cutting through the fluff and addressing what was now laid out before him:

"If you can prove your claims... my assets are at your disposal."

Remaining silent for but a moment, allowing his words to register before speaking again:

"However... I remain a skeptic. The nature of this very prospect could prove to be damning for us all... Apart from moral posturing, why should we help your enterprise? What sets you apart from the previous generation of freedom fighters?"

And with that, the Gilded Man returned to his silence, curious to see if the man could back his claims.

 

[Xeykard]

Xeykard rose, only briefly glancing in the mirror provided. He held little opinion on the aesthetic value of the thing; rather, the sight of himself had never been pleasant. A feature of an effective Inquisitor. "Chains," he said gravely, "are made to be broken."

He took a very serious look for a moment, though his hold on that belief was tenuous. It benefited him that moment. He did not hold long.

"These things have never been of concern. To purchase these... baubles. This one... does not know how. This one has never had reason to."

Mauve du Vain ​

 

[Mauve du Vain]

DId Mauve feel a flash of disgust blossom in the lizard as he gazed at his own reflection? Her expression faltered. And she laid a hand on one of the Barabel's arms, enormous muscles that felt hard as iron beneath the fabric of his cloak.

"You hate it, don't you," Mauve almost whispered, feeling his emotions roll over her, "the Barabel in the mirror."

She gazed up at him, eyes very wide and very violet.

"You shouldn't. He is quite marvelous." She smiled sweetly "But... on second thought, perhaps not the chains," and beckoned the attendant back over, helping Xeykard hand back the chains.

"Ohh, what about rings, darling? We could practically festoon your fingers with them. Hm?" She tugged him by the hand over to row upon row of rings of all shapes and sizes. "See any you like? Come now, a dragon must have a hoard."

Xeykard

 

[Xeykard]

His concentration had slipped for a moment. He gave Mauve no acknowledgement, barely even looked at her, until he had grabbed the fear in his mind and strangled it.

Still, she was strong, and he was drawn again to another set of things. He looked over them dispassionately, before trying for the things he knew and preferred -- something thick, heavy, simple.

"A weapon," he said. "Hidden in plain sight. Simple yet effective, if made from the right material." But he made no selection, yielding to her to expand his tastes.

Mauve du Vain ​

 

[Mauve du Vain]

She felt his emotions go flat and dull, as of the affect with which he pronounced his interest in rings.

Mauve glanced down at the offerings, eye wandering until she saw a very dark, thick set of rings. Her eyes widened.

"What are those?"

The clerk looked at her finger and cleared his throat, "Neuranium. Very heavy. Are you sure you-"

"They're not for me. Here, try these on."

Xeykard suddenly had two neuranium rings thrust upon him, fashioned from a metal so dense that even a millimeter could stop a lightsaber for a moment. And heavy. Incredibly heavy.

 

[Xeykard]

The metal did not looked special at a glance, but even touching it told a different story. He wore them just fine; the weight was undeniable, but not enough to slow him. Yet rigid as they were, he felt his fingers being drawn to them, as though pulled by their density. Another small thing with a curious strength.

They fit him perfectly. He wanted to hit something.

"Suitable. And you?" He was able to look at Mauve again. "You do not seem one to leave this one all the spoils." A gesture to the selection. His own gaze stayed with her, though, reading every moment.

Mauve du Vain ​

 

[Vince]

War Bonds
Meeting with The Broker Zarion Threx Thexann Pehnataur and Valery Noble ​

Vince had abided to the request of the cyborg and presented himself. He then looked to Thexann to do the same. Instead of doing that, the man went a step further. He did not only explain who he was - he explained everything. The origins of his funds, how his stock had came to be and his motivation - perhaps even eagerness - to support the Hidden Path. Vince offered a content nod - what he primarily wanted to know had been presented in full. "This is all very impressive. The mantle of legacy can be heavy - we are glad they found someone as motivated and capable as yourself to wear it." Clearly, he spoke from experience in the latter part.

Vince continued "We believe the Path will be off to a strong start, should it be granted access to your stockpiles. Perhaps your supply lines can serve the logistical efforts of Zarion Threx well. For our part, we believe that providing funds will have to do for the time being. We may be able to provide the the cause with a degree of production capacity down the line - but that is not fully within our control."

Then, the man who had so far been silent, Adrikobe Kellrule , spoke up. The King, famously lacking a poker face, was hard to read. Perhaps he had trouble telling what he felt about what was being said himself. When he spoke, however, that uncertainty was nowhere to be seen "The people and the momentum and apparently the initial capital too. That is precisely what you need to build a successful Rebellion. This Hidden Path is spearheaded by Jedi Master Noble who's name carries weight in its own right - but she likely also brings a network of contacts and people who believe in her. We live in a troubled galaxy - as it so often is - with the disaster at the Core, more people are ready to stand up and fight than ever before - and from what we have seen, this movement is taking action at a rapid pace. We, at any rate, are not concerned about a lack of action." Vince's concilliatory tone presented his thoughts adequately and objectively. There was no eagerness to his words, nor was there passion or fire behind them.

The young monarch shuffled where he stood. A hesitant frown marked his features he let out a small sigh "But you are right to be skeptical, of course." He had presented a bit of skepticism himself before they entered the sanctuary. "Funding a cause like this is not risk free to anyone. And when a government funds it, they are using credits which could otherwise have built schools, hospitals and libraries - or lowered taxes to stimulate growth. When corporations do it, they draw from profit margins which could otherwise have been spent on improving work conditions or lowering prices for the consumer. It is why we expressed doubts ourselves - but then, for this cause, we may be willing to start things off with a show of good faith." He provided a meaningful nod those present.

 

[Adrikobe Kellrule]

- As Vince spoke, Adrikobe simply sighed. He knew his words spoke true.
By this point, he had neither the time nor patience to maintain his usual business-savvy persona. Every second he spent at these discussions only increased the odds his presence here could be uncovered.

"I am not taken to making risky investments." He stated, resting his arms behind his back.

"Though, given the alternative would be the complete destruction of everything I've worked to build? I suppose... I can allow some of my resources to be used as an act of good will." He paused for a moment, allowing his words to sink in.

"I'll have to work with discretion. It would be folly to expect millions of credits to be available on a whim. Though, I need to know where to send them. I cannot work with an ally who keeps me in the dark."

- With that, Adrikobe's silence returned, as he waited to see how the talks would proceed.