Public [THP] War Bonds

[The Broker]

It truly was the ultimate tourist destination. People still visited, taking comfort in the warm atmosphere. Ignoring the dread they felt in their hearts with the new ruling body of the very core of the Galaxy. Drink, gamble, be merry and forget your troubles. If they made that a slogan, they'd probably get quite the return. Or trouble. At one of the lavish tables they sat. They all had their own reasons of being there, but at the core was the same, simple reason.

Money.

He'd reached out to each, sending a simple message they'd taken to heart. As a Shadow he knew all kinds of trinkets and odds and ends to sell and buy, from both the living and the dead. With the change in leadership, there were bound to be cracks to exploit. Pathways to make use of credits that normally wouldn't be. The opportunity of a lifetime for those willing to take it. The whisplike face seemed to hold a calm smile as he folded his hands before him.

"Thank you all for coming. Shall we get right to business, or should we enjoy the surely lavish feast we'll be presented first?"

 

[Zarion Threx]

Tags: The Broker [Open]

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The cyborg's metallic body was without pulse or greater motion, clad in painted white panels or semi-exposed cybernetic tendons, and wrapped in a blue cloak "I, for one, will be skipping any feasts." Zarion responded in a synthesized voice while putting up one hand slightly in a polite refusal before laying the lifeless limb back down with a soft clink. Zarion had little exposure to the Force or really any Force-sensitive beings despite his time with the Galactic Alliance. Though something was otherworldly about this 'Broker' individual.

"The commerce of the Deep Core is disrupted though planetary economic networks remain largely intact even if shaken. It may be some time before the larger intersystem trade routes are resumed and stabilized. Therefore we must act quickly as the chaos may be to our advantage despite inflamed pricing." Zarion put a datapad down on the table that the group sat at and motioned to it "In order to avoid... additional scrutiny I suggest that we limit ourselves to the short-term stockpiling of refurbished products. The movement of high quality equipment may draw regulatory attention." he said with an intonation of his voice indicating the veiled meaning of his words. Zarion did not wish for the new occupiers of the Core, who with their internal security services, would surely be on the watch for any signs of materiel amassment especially within the scope of new or high quality goods.

 

[ZThexann Pehnataur - INACTIVE]

THEXANN PEHNATAUR
Chief Operating Officer, Guardian Authority Ltd.
Private Log Entry – Restricted Access Only
Timestamp: [REDACTED] | Location: Obelisk Station – Executive Wing


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So this is what passes for normal around here?

One week. I’ve been in this position for one week.

The suite overlooking Obelisk’s sapphire-gleamed artificial horizon was built for relaxation, but I haven’t unclenched my jaw since that “invitation” arrived. It wasn’t formal. No department reference. No accounting code. Just a time, a location, and a signature that—when traced—bounced through four dead drops and a Shadow Network signature I know shouldn’t be active anymore.

And yet…

There I was. Walking past gambling elites and half-drunk tourists laughing under colored lights, oblivious to the dread spreading through the stars like a sickness. Drink, gamble, forget your troubles. The phrase stuck with me. I half-expected to see it printed on a banner. I’d have admired the brazenness, if I weren’t trying to keep this company intact.

People still came here. Not because they trusted us, but because denial is a stronger drug than any sold in the upper rings of Nar Shaddaa. They didn’t want to think about what ruled the Core now. They wanted lights, drinks, synthetic sunsets. But this... this meeting wasn’t for them.

It was for people like him.

A man—if you can call him that—wearing the trappings of civility like a skin-suit. That whisplike face, that tone like a man offering tea over a grave. The moment I saw him, I felt it: power, yes, but purpose too. The kind that doesn’t blink. The kind that survives wars by changing the tablecloth, not the rules.

"Shall we get right to business," he said, "or enjoy the surely lavish feast?"

I didn’t answer right away. I watched the others—fence-lords, deep market brokers, whisper-traders from systems I’d never even been briefed on. They all took the message seriously. Some too seriously.

I glanced at the servers. All of them Guardian Authority employees—mine, now. Good. If things went sideways, at least the exit strategy would be clean.

What worried me wasn’t the proposal. It was the timing. Just as the Core falls into the hands of something new. Just as the Senate collapses. Just as Valery Noble whispers in corridors about… change. I don’t believe in coincidence. Not in my line of work. Not after surviving Coruscant.

I leaned back in my seat, fingers steepled, measuring his smile like a sabacc hand that looked too perfect.

"Let’s eat," I finally said. "No one makes smart choices on an empty stomach. And I want to know which kind of business we're discussing. The kind that leaves us rich, or the kind that gets someone airlocked for looking at the wrong crate."

Because if it’s the latter?

I may be wearing a corporate badge these days. But I haven’t forgotten what it means to fight in the shadows.

And I didn’t come to Obelisk to be outplayed.


---

End Log
Flagged for review: High-risk contact potential. Recommend background sweep on all attendees. Possible precursor to off-ledger operations.

The Broker Zarion Threx

 

[Vince]

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

He had been a disappointment. Before, the people had looked to him with hope and the nobility with a sense of tempered optimism - as long as he had time to grow into the role. But ever since the succession after the battle of Onderon, the Prince - or King, rather - had failed to live up to expectations. The Iziz Daily, the Onderonian Gazette and the other tabloids kept writing about how he was still wearing black, how he had fallen into passivity. Although he placed his votes in the Senate and fulfilled his duties as a monarch, Vince Ivro Kalmorak was said to have lost his spark. The glimmer in his eyes, the passion, the adventurous streak were all in the past now.

Supposedly.

Whether it was a period of grief coming to an end or the recent events at the Core stirring something within him to life, something had changed. The King had cleared his schedule and embarked to an - to the public - unknown destination.

______________​

With an aide left waiting outside, the royal entered the chambers with friendly eyes giving the others in attendance a look over. Where the Prince might have offered an easy smile and a cheerful 'hi', the King offered a solemn nod and subdued "Greetings". Clearly, he still had some ways to go before finding his way back to his old self.

Taking a seat, he placed his hands wide on the table and his mouth started to form the beginnings of a 'business' - but the corporate, Thexann Pehnataur , spoke first. Vince looked over to him with a gentle gaze and a bit of a pause. "Very well. We shall have something simple." he said, referring to himself.

 

[Valery Noble]

Outfit: Combat Jumpsuit
Weapons: Lightsabers

Valery stepped through the entrance and looked around. Her presence barely registered to most in the room at first, but for those sensitive to it, the shift was undeniable. Calm, steady, and focused. The kind of presence that once stood at the center of the Jedi Temple or the most heated battlefields.

She said nothing out loud at first.

Instead, her gaze swept the room. Then her eyes settled on the man at the center of it all,masked, composed, and playing host like he'd been born to it.

<Damn,> her voice rang through his mind with a sly touch of amusement, unmistakably hers. <You single, baby?> The smirk that touched her lips a second later was anything but subtle, and very much Valery.

She then moved again, offering a nod to those she recognized. Her attention briefly flicked to Thexann, a familiar face from her time in the Galactic Alliance. She hadn't worked with the man directly, but she remembered him. Then her eyes found Vince and her smile softened.

They had fought together before, stood side by side when the odds were stacked high and the Mandalorians had began their assault on Alliance border worlds. She hadn't seen him in some time, but she'd never forget those fights.

"Well, hello there," she said, her voice warm but level. "It's good to see you again." She stepped into the gathering proper then, folding her arms as she looked around.

Eager to see how this would play out.

The Broker Vince Zarion Threx Thexann Pehnataur ​

 

[The Broker]

If it involves you, I can be single.

The quip came back short and sweet, and the figure didn't even so much as seem to react. Instead, the Broker was much more focused on the trio already sitting. They hand hands in different pies, the kind that would prove more useful than they might realize. Food was brought, seemingly on cue of something the Shadow had done.

"Both, to answer your question Chief Operator. There has to be profit for this all to work, after all. Too many pockets to keep filled, as I'm sure you understand." Bribery, first and foremost. There was nothing like money to turn the rigidity of Imperialism into an ally. People always wanted more, and the right mark would help the most.

"Goods need to be transported throughout the Core Worlds. Some will inevitably be lost, to the Imperials and others without a doubt, but the people need these goods regardless. The network will have to be disconnected, no one knows anyone sort of thing just in case." Dead drops, droid delivery drivers regularly memory wiped, the like.

"But you all know the real reason behind it. It's why you came here, no?"

Vince | Valery Noble | Zarion Threx | Thexann Pehnataur

 

[Zarion Threx]

Tags: The Broker Vince Valery Noble Thexann Pehnataur

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Zarion looked to the others who had joined them at the table, his glance was little more than the twitch of his head towards their directions and a second or so of blinkless staring before looking back to the the Broker. Zarion did not know Valery Noble personally but he was keenly aware of arguably the most famous individual of the Galactic Alliance "Of course." he responded coldly "We are here in order to establish logistical support for a common commercial venture." Zarion hinted.

"Your point is well taken. Secrecy of operational parameters must be at a premium." his left hand lifted and twisted conversationally "As I have said I will lay the ground work for the procurement of used equipment. Hydration reclamation units, portable generators, components. It is my understanding that much of the salvage of this galaxy's endless battles lay scattered across the region in the yards of junkmongers." Zarion looked towards the others then and away from the The Broker while putting his hand down once more "I will begin the sourcing of labor droids and the contents of salvage yards."

The cyborg's attention then went to the former Grandmaster "In time I will require modest bi-monthly compensation. What material cannot be utilized will be once again sold - but I will still be running at a deficit. Routine compensation will help to forestall my inability to contribute. It is my intention to support your cause for as long as I am able."

 

[ZThexann Pehnataur - INACTIVE]

PRIVATE LOG – THEXANN PEHNATAUR
COO, Guardian Authority Ltd. | Timestamp [REDACTED]
Location: Obelisk Station – Private Conference Tier, Level D

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I've seen Jedi walk into warzones.

I've seen them stand at the head of collapsing frontlines, heard their voices over comms, measured, impossibly calm—while everything else was turning to fire and static.

But this...

Valery Noble didn't enter the room. She reset it.

No fanfare. No guards. No banners. She just stepped in, like she belonged at the center of it all. Because in a sense, she always has. Even when the Order fractured, even when the stars started falling, people looked to her.

And Maker help me, she looked right at me. Just for a second.
Recognition flickered. She remembered. I wasn't sure if that was comforting or damning.

It wasn't pity. Jedi don't pity. But there was a quiet weight in her eyes—like she'd read the obituary the galaxy had written for me after Coruscant and didn't agree with it. Not yet. That should've reassured me. It didn't.

Then him. The Broker.

He was composed, courteous, impossible to read. But I know power when I see it, and that man is either in control of this operation—or he wants us to think he is. Possibly both. He didn't flinch at Noble's arrival. He didn't hesitate to shift the meeting into something deeper.

Secrecy. Transport. Bribery. Distribution chains that didn't officially exist.
And suddenly I was being addressed again—"both," he'd said. "Profit and principle."

Right. Because that always works out clean.

Zarion Threx—the cyborg—spoke with the surgical clarity of a man who only deals in infrastructure. He's useful. Cold. Predictable. I like predictable. He's also pragmatic enough to admit what he'll need from us long-term. It's a negotiation. I can work with that.

But then... Vince Kalmorak.

The Prince. No—King now.

I remember the footage from Onderon. The fiery promise in his voice when he denounced the traitors. The passion of a man who believed in something bigger than bloodlines.

And now?
He looked like a man still climbing out of rubble no one else could see.

There was weight in his presence too—but not like Valery's. His was quieter. Older. A kind of grief forged into routine. Still, when he spoke, it was decisive. "Something simple," he said. His eyes found mine when he said it, like it wasn't about the food at all.

Maybe it wasn't.

I sat straighter. I couldn't afford not to.

This wasn't just a rogue Jedi, a clever broker, and a corporate contact list getting cozy. This was something else. Something building. The cracks in the galaxy were widening, and these people weren't trying to seal them. They were trying to move through them.

Adapt.

And if I've learned anything from Coruscant, it's this:
Adaptation is survival.

So I did what I always do.

I listened. I logged. I planned.

If this is the start of something new—whatever Valery's calling it—I need to be ready. Guardian Authority Ltd. may be a name on the stock exchange now, but beneath that? It's a ghost in the machine. I have resources. I have leverage.

And maybe, just maybe... I have a part to play in all this after all.

"I'm here to take a meeting, nothing more. Playing "host", if you will. Have you seen this place? It is amazing. After we eat, let's take a tour."

I spent enough time in EE intelligence to be able to speak in code. I don't see this place as being bugged, but we didn't think the Core would fall.

---

End Log
Action Items:

• Flag Valery Noble for deep-profile reassessment. Not for containment—awareness.
• Monitor droid delivery contracts for discreet drop capability.
• Begin silent acquisition of under-market salvage & repurposable tech. Label humanitarian.
• Prepare for more contact.

The real meeting hasn't even started yet.

 

[Vince]

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

The Monarch's brows rose upon seeing the Jedi. This was someone whom he knew. The two of them had not been in contact for quite some time. A perceptive observer might have noticed the beginnings of what could have been a smile forming - but it was nothing the young royal leaned into. Instead, his mouth opened as he stood back up and offered a bow of his head "Master Jedi". It was a formal greeting, certainly, but the familiar glimmer in his eyes as he sat down was not.

It was not long until food was brought in. Vince's eyes fell down to the plate as if pondering whether to have a bite or not. Finally, he picked the cutlery up and calmly begun eating. From the outside, it would have been easy to suspect that he was paying more attention to the meal than to the discussion at hand - but those who knew him well would know that that was far from the truth.

Gaze still low, Vince offered a short "We may be able to provide you with some degree of relief." The Royal looked to robotic being across the table. He shook his head "Freeing up and moving funds, however, it requires wiggle room." They all likely knew of the challenges he spoke of.

By this point, the half finished plate had been laying infront of him untouched for some time laid infront of him. Finally, the monarch gave it a small shove and clasped his hands on the space that had just been freed up. Looking up to the others in attendance he spoke "We have been passive for far too long." Once more, referencing himself only. "But every time we move to free some funds up, we risk exposing ourselves. Whatever it is we gain has to outweigh the risk."

In a way, Vince sounded like his predecessor. His mother. Calculating, risk averse and careful. Quite the opposite to the reckless warrior Prince who had rushed to the frontlines so many times in the past. But then, his mere attendance carried a degree of risk in its own right.

 

[Valery Noble]

Outfit: Combat Jumpsuit
Weapons: Lightsabers

<Oh my.>

Valery's voice slipped into the Broker's mind, that grin still on her face. Her attention then shifted to Vince, and the smile that followed was a genuine one. "It's good to see you again, Your Majesty." Her tone remained warm but respectful here in public. "We've both been through a lot since Onderon, but I'm glad to see you're here."

Then her gaze moved to Zarion, "We'll make it work," she told him plainly. "Your contributions are valuable, and fair compensation will be part of this." But she turned to the Broker next and added, "I'm not the one to manage credits and numbers. I know where to fight and when to lead, but this part of the rebellion needs its own hands."

She sat back just slightly, letting her focus spread across the table. One by one, the pieces were falling into place. This was only the beginning, but it felt like it was getting closer and closer to reality.

"This cause needs people like each of you," she continued. "Builders, organizers, leaders. I know what it's like to stand at the front of a war, but we won't win this with lightsabers alone. So if this meeting is the first step, I'm ready for the rest."

The Broker Vince Zarion Threx Thexann Pehnataur​

 

[ZThexann Pehnataur - INACTIVE]

PRIVATE LOG – THEXANN PEHNATAUR
COO, Guardian Authority Ltd. | Timestamp [REDACTED]
Location: Obelisk Station – Tier D, Closed Session

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There it is.

Not the speech itself—though the words were well chosen. No, what struck me was the quiet certainty behind them. Valery Noble didn't raise her voice. She didn't call for swords or banners. She didn't posture.

She aligned the room.

The crown prince—King now—softened. The cyborg ceased negotiating and simply listened. Even the Broker, so practiced in mystery, inclined just slightly in acknowledgment. No theatrics. Just gravity.

"I'm not the one to manage credits and numbers," she said, and in that moment I knew: she's not here to control us.

She's here to trust us.

That's a rarer currency than anything we move through corporate ledgers... and somehow, I'm holding more of it than I thought I ever would again.

I was a soldier once. A senator. A survivor. I've been called many things. But never… essential. Not like this. Not since the Core burned. Now I sit at a table with shadows and royalty, Jedi and dissidents—and not because of what I used to be... because of what I can still do.

No, I won't be drawing a blaster again. I'm not fit to lead battalions. But this rebellion—if that's what this is—it needs something more than warriors. It needs infrastructure. It needs access. It needs credibility with a ledger number next to it.

I can give them that.

Valery sees the war. I see the after. The scaffolding that has to hold when the fighting's done. Maybe that's my fight now.

So yes.

This is only the beginning.

But I'm already moving.

They think they got one over us. Let'em. I'll help. I'll talk to Angellus (Alyksandra, CEO) about just what we can do. She'll wanna help.

---

End Log
Update:

• Begin drafting alternate trade manifests for humanitarian aid under "post-crisis relief."
• Contact Gym Halpern and give him "The Talk". Angellus said he's a good man, and he knows more than just about anyone about the goods.
• Contact discreet logistics captains. Tag those with prior experience in interdicted zones.
• Prepare "shadow budget" allocation proposal under Project Eirene. Quietly. Efficiently.

They don't need a general.
They need a foundation.

And I've built in war zones before.

Valery Noble | Vince | Zarion Threx | The Broker

 

[The Broker]

"There will be choices to make."

It was such a simple thing to say, but the weight behind it was impossible to ignore. They weren't in a position to give relief now, not like the Alliance could. They couldn't reach out to help everyone. They had to pick and choose, had to find where would help the most in the long run. The Broker folded his hands together neatly, the whisps of shadows keeping the gentle smile he offered.

"A tour sounds lovely. Once you've finished eating, why don't we take in the sights offered and see what might be a good venture to start in? It won't just be parts we need to obtain, but places to distribute."

Vince | Valery Noble | Thexann Pehnataur | Zarion Threx

 

[Zarion Threx]

Tags: The Broker Vince Valery Noble Thexann Pehnataur

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Zarion's head inclined briefly in a grateful nod "So long that it does." he responded to the Jedi's statement about making it work. Her later comments about needing others to cover where she was lacking did much to allay some doubts that he had secretly held about this fledgling rebellion. If Valery had sought to do it all, Grandmaster or no, the rebellion would fail sooner rather than later. In his own experience it was often the way of things that singular leaders sought to be it all; administrator, warrior, architect, ruler.

He had registered the quiet thinking aloud that the aristocrat had been occupying himself with, fair points and concerns all the same. One that Zarion had also spoken of from a different avenue. The cyborg's expressionless faceplate coldly faced his direction for several seconds of contemplation before returning to The Broker "Before we continue our planning or any tour I would ask that you tell us about yourself." he motioned to the entity with an inviting wave of his hand "I am Zarion Threx, and behind this metal was a man born on Coruscant. You know me. I would know you if we are to conspire or meet our ends in like cause."

Of course there were others seated at this table that Zarion did not know or knew only from glimpses or rumor, but The Broker was the only one of them that seemed purposefully hiding something. Zarion was not a telepath nor a detective but his time in diplomacy did equip him with subtle clues as to when he was at a lower hand at the table.

 

[Vince]

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

Vince remained quiet for a while, only offering a simple and perhaps slightly subdued "Hear, hear. Well said." upon listening to what the Jedi had to say. He was certainly not the fount of enthusiasm which he had been in the past - but those who had kept up with the Iziz Daily would know that he definitely did not have much of a poker face. More than likely, he meant what he said.

When the masked figure agreed to the businessman's proposal to go for a tour, the warrior king seemed quite ready to go along with it until the cyborg spoke up once more. A low "huh" escaped him, as if the idea hadn't crossed his mind until now. He looked to the cyborg, then to Valery and then back to the masked figure. Clearly in agreement with the previous speaker, he nodded courteously and gestured with his hand for The Broker to go ahead.

 

[Mauve du Vain]

Aboard the Obelisk, Mauve stood in a pretty red dress and tugged at the arm of a much larger bipedal creature, who loomed, shrouded beneath a cloak.

"Don't be such a spoil sport, you drake," she laughed, one armed looped through his as she insistently pulled them in the direction of the station's extravagant shopping center. Violet eyes grew wide at the sight of looming department stores, hologram advertisements flickering large overhead.

"It will be a while for the probe droids to do their work, we may as well use the time, wisely," she smiled wickedly. "Besides," the smile soured and she made a face, "You could use a makeover. How long have you owned that robe? Wait. Don't answer. I don't want to know."

The Zeltron seemed utterly unperturbed by walking around the shopping center, despite the multi-million credit bounty on her head.

The probe droids were busy swirling about the station, trying to collect information by listening in on a particular meeting occurring at this very moment. But that would take time. And Mauve did enjoy shopping.

Xeykard

 

[ZThexann Pehnataur - INACTIVE]

PRIVATE LOG – THEXANN PEHNATAUR
COO, Guardian Authority Ltd. | Secure Archive Entry
Location: The Obelisk – Tier D, Private Dining Atrium → Sub-Deck Theta-9

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They almost didn't catch it.

Obelisk security systems don't look for malice. They look for variance—tiny deviations in the electromagnetic signature of the station's controlled environment. The sort of pings, reflections, and flickers that don't belong. And this one… barely pinged. But it did.

There was a whispered buzz in my right ear:

"Unknown microtech active. Unregistered signal behavior. Possible autonomous drone.
Non-hostile. Zeltron pheromone signatures detected. Cloaked audio siphon active. Shall we interdict?"

I didn't even blink.

I whispered under my breath while the others talked, maybe they heard me, maybe they didn't, voice caught by the subdermal mic in my collar.

"No, let it play out. Track only. Maintain distance. No confrontation unless assets are threatened."

Because this is The Obelisk. This is a station that sells illusion. We don't chase shadows here.

We invite them in… and then we watch where they go. Besides, if someone sent drones to spy on this meeting, they were either bold, foolish, or both. But they weren't enemies. Not yet. Not unless they proved themselves as such... What they didn't know was they had just handed me the perfect exit.

I rose from my seat as Valery's words finished echoing across the table, her presence still anchoring the air. A quick glance at the Prince, at Zarion, even at the Broker—each of them, knowingly or not, had asked earlier about a tour of the station.

Now was the time.

"Ladies and gentlemen,"

I said with my signature calm.

"If you'll indulge me… I believe a few of you were curious about the deeper layers of the Obelisk. Our luxury ends aren't the only part worth seeing."

I let the phrase deeper layers hang just long enough.

Valery met my eyes. She didn't nod, but she seemed to know, or at least she looked like she did, who knows. I don't have the skills she does. The Broker? I couldn't really tell, but he looked... accepting—like he already knew what was coming. The others rose, some intrigued, others simply following the momentum.

Security opened the path for us before we reached the door. We passed through sculpture-lined walkways, past holo-lounges glowing with soft light and spas that still buzzed with ambient joy. The Obelisk performed for us the entire way—tourists laughing, staff gliding effortlessly, families admiring a massive fountain shaped like a drifting asteroid belt... but this wasn't the real destination.

No, the real path came when I used a maintenance override embedded in my wristband.
A corridor opened—a sterile service tunnel behind a decorative planter wall. No markings. No guest access.

No need for words.

Follow in silence, talk amongst yourselves, whatever they wanted to do.

Down through sublevels that hadn't seen sunlight—or starlight—in years. Down past dormant data cores, old cargo racks, and through security doors that no one but me could authorize. The silence deepened. The tension did not. They trusted me. Fools, perhaps. Or maybe they saw what I saw:

The Obelisk isn't a hotel. It's a vault.

We entered a chamber built in quiet reverence, the air still and serene.
Stone tiles. Ancient symbols. A light that shouldn't have been there—soft and everpresent, like the galaxy itself had slowed in this one forgotten corner.

Hidden Jedi sanctuary.
One of many secrets built into the bones of this station.

And now, I showed them this.

Not because I trusted them blindly... but because the fight Valery spoke of… it needs roots... and this place—forgotten by the world, but remembered by those who still believe—is where those roots can grow.

---

End Log
Security Addendum:

• Two covert drones still trailing original suite perimeter.
• Zeltron ID confirmed via facial recon; known infobroker profile matches partial registry.
• Passive surveillance mode continuing. Recommend no engagement unless breached.

Let them record.
Let them listen.


Because even they will one day realize—


The Obelisk is more than a resort.
It's a cathedral for the future.


The Broker | Valery Noble | Zarion Threx | Vince | Mauve du Vain | Xeykard

 

[Xeykard]

That so small a creature could drag him around was a travesty. Yet Mauve was the least of his worries -- despite likely being the most dangerous being on this station, shy of Xeykard himself -- given where they were. Just aside the Alliance's hollowed heart, in a time they were at their most vigilant, the Inquisitor walked freely through this strange, revolting, luxurious station. He took solace in the fact that the rot took Sith and Jedi alike, but it disgusted him no less.

Normally Xeykard had glacial patience in matters like these, but the Zeltron had set him on edge, dragging him out in public. It was the correct play, mingling with the station's visitors, hiding among crowds, but Xeykard had always been one who stood out. He was no infiltrator. His disguise was paltry, an approximation of a priest in a dark, heavy robe to hide his figure, hardly the picture of a tourist aboard the luxury station.

But Mauve cheerily drew him along, and he obliged, and no one paid them much attention. There was nothing to do but wait; doing this, though, was his antithesis. Mauve's was an extravagant subtlety, one with which he was unfamiliar.

"It is not this one's," he said, voice low. "It is a disguise. This one does not... shop, for clothing."

Mauve du Vain | idk what im doing here ill tag u if its relevant smile​

 

[Mauve du Vain]

whoever said money can't solve all your problems / must not've had enough money to solve 'em​

Wreathed in the scent of jasmine, a pheromonal wash that tugged at the mighty lizard's mood - an incremental shift toward happiness, joy, some drip, drip, drip of dopamine at her mere presence, Mauve pulled him into a jewelry store that started with absurd pricepoints.

"No? How about diamonds and gold?"

Only a few short years ago she would have merely dreamed of shopping in such a store as this. Now? Now if she saw it, and wanted it, then she got it.

She paused in front of a case containing links of an enormous aurodium chain. Mauve tapped the glass, then gestured to an attendant.

"Excuse me, can we try this on?"

The attendant took it out of the case and handed it to her. She in turn rounded on Xeykard . "Don't you think this would look good on you?"

Of course she could feel his unease, his anxiousness as if he was a wild akk wolf suddenly plopped down into a city square. Mauve simply did not care. His unease was the price of admission.

 

[Valery Noble]

Outfit: Combat Jumpsuit
Weapons: Lightsabers

"A tour sounds like a fine idea to me," Valery agreed. Not only was it a chance to look around, but it'd make it much harder for others to pick up on their conversations. Before leaving, however, it seemed that Zarion Threx wanted to know more about the Broker. This brought a smirk to Valery's lips that curved the corners of her mouth up just a little.

But the man behind the Mask would certainly know.

Vince also seemed to agree, so Valery waited and smiled, "I think it's important to know each other, but we must all understand that secrecy is going to be crucial for our plans as well. Perhaps we should discuss this elsewhere?"

The Broker Zarion Threx Thexann Pehnataur Vince​

 

[The Broker]

"Secrecy is important, but given I've done the reaching out to all of you whom I know, I should at least fill you in some on who I am."

Fair was fair. As much as Valery Noble would likely vouch for them, the Broker brought this meeting together themself. They should also be part of why it worked out.

"The Broker, as I am known now, was not my original name. The loss of the Core has forced me to take up a new moniker. The Empire took far too much from me. Killed far too many people I cared for when they ripped through. I do not want them to keep hold of the Core, or any world, if it can be helped." His smile softened as he spoke before he stood, clasping his hands behind his back.

"Shall we take this tour and discuss proper details elsewhere now? I am eager to get this underway."

Vince | Valery Noble | Zarion Threx | Thexann Pehnataur