To New Beginnings and New Friendships (Jared)

[Mirien Valdier]

Imperial Intelligence Bureau - HQ - Jar'Kai, Atrisia

A one Jared Ovmar had been cleared earlier in the month for a meeting with Rebecca Novar, Deputy Director of Imperial Intelligence. Something about his corporation and wishing to speak with Intelligence for his personal reasons. They were not in the report written by a cog in her machine, a lesser than she. Too many details left out. It was something that greatly annoyed her but there was little to be done. She could berate the being later but for now she had an appointment to keep.

Having come down from the seventh floor, Mirien aka Rebecca moved swiftly to a temporary office set up for her and this particular meeting as she trusted no one, and no one but her people were getting to the seventh floor. Not when state secrets and covers were at risk. Never would she dare risk one of her own getting exposed and killed in a foreign field just because of a glance into an open office door on the upper floors.

Once there she scanned her ID, dressed in her IIB uniform, spit-polished, and everything flawlessly in place as well as her hair tightly pulled back into a bun, secured to stay out of her face. All too serious she appeared, and all too serious she was. Frigid was the term the drones in the office used for her. Walking in, with a couple datapads in hand she walked about the room, quickly using a bug sweeper. Once satisfied that nothing was in the room, she pocketed the tiny device and took a seat at the desk and laid the datapads before her.

Crossing her legs, she patiently waited hands folded neatly in her lap, only waiting now. It was all up for him to show. First floor clearance was a baby step, nothing really to be seen except people digging through old if not ancient war data and monitoring old substations through out the regions nearby. Just the junior analyst floor, which is why she felt a bit of shock rippling through the force that she was down here with them. No one seemed to know or think a reason why she would descend her throne in the upper floors save to put some low level tech in their place. Likely why there was a tinge of fear in the air as well. Deputy Novar, had a reputation after all. Too many agents "disappeared" after talks of failure and disappointment with her.

Her eyes moved to the data in front of her, which was absolutely everything they had on Jared and his company. This a little more detailed than his reasons for the meeting with her, at least that was something that eased a hair of her displeasure at the lack of data coming in. Of course he would be searched for weapons before allowed to proceed to her office, but that was just standard procedure. If you didn't work here, you weren't going to carry a weapon inside, even some of the drones not allowed the privileged. Tapping fingers on her desk she glanced to her chrono, still early herself, but a pair of guards would escort him to her once he arrived. Nothing but the normal procedure, no visitor was unescorted in here. Not one. No exceptions.


@[member="Jared Ovmar"]

 

[Arage Bao]

The fact of the matter was that there was not a lot to be found about Jared Ovmar. One such as him valued his privacy, born in the Understreets of Coruscant there was no record of him anywhere. Which was the way the Underworld really worked, you got born there? Nobody cared about you, until you stepped a foot out of it. Then suddenly the bureaucracy was all up your ass to figure out who you were, what you were doing, and more importantly how much taxes they could take from you.

Fact of the matter was that Jared had evaded that, by being taken away from the Underworld directly by his old master, Spencer Jacobs. A Mentalist Master in her own right, it had not been hard for her to conceal him. And.. well once they were out of Republic space, nobody cared anymore.

His rise was prominent, a nobody who got promotion after promotion in the Fringean Army and then for some reason got left in charge of the entirety of the Confederation while Ashin was gone to fight monsters in deep space.

Then he acquired Santhe Corporation, at first the public only knew that for some reason Sasha Santhe had appointed him her right hand-man. Anything he said went, after a while… she went curiously missing. For whatever reason, the executive council decided to appoint him as the CEO of Santhe Corporation, and after a while.. he was able to procure the stocks of the company.

Privately owned, so it was even more curious on how he was able to do so.. with Sasha absent. Questions, questions and more questions. But the High Lord was known to produce them, without answers to match.

Now he was here, truly a foreign Overlord to visit a colony of sorts. They all knew the Galactic Empire had only deemed it fit to join the Confederation, after the disaster that was the invasion of Fondor. Someone had to save them from the collective rampage, more commonly known as the Republic and the Omega Protectorate.

So here he was now. Just appointed as the High Lord of Homeland Security, and with that in charge of all internal affairs. Already his own personal army was becoming infamous, freedom was still an important value of the Confederation.

But that did not stop the High Lord from investigating possible… traitors to the proud Nation. While, in one sweep, removing possible threats to his own powerbase.

The Imperial Intelligence had always been infamous in its own right, a very high succes-rate adding to its fierce loyalty to the Atrisian Nation. Of course, Jared was not aware just how deeply-rooted the Intelligence was in the Galaxy.

If he had known… who knew what he would have done.

Important part was the fact that his own Space KGB had a blind spot in Atrisian Space, probably orchestrated by its own Imperial Intelligence. So this was an attempt to bridge gaps, try to establish a working relationship. Scratch my back, and I will scratch yours if you will.

As Jared walked down the first floor to his meeting with one Rebecca Novar, he could not help but note that the things they were working on… seemed out of date? Or maybe he was just hallucinating. But this whole floor did not seem to fit for some reason.

The people working here were professional, sure. Overly professional even, as if they were a bit green behind their ears. Trying to follow the Spy Manual to the letter, curious indeed.

Then again, might be he was just overthinking this.

Finally he arrived at the office door, and the secretary waved him in. Always safe to first wait, before entering an important person’s office. So he knocked softly, and then opened the door, stepping through it.

“My Lady Novar, I presume? Thank you for agreeing to this meeting.”​

[member="Mirien Valdier"]

 

[Mirien Valdier]

[member="Jared Ovmar"]


Mirien looked up at the knock, then rose slowly. Reaching over the desk, she extended her hand to shake his. "You're quite welcome, Mister Ovmar." She said coldly, all business with every guard up. One didn't live too long in intelligence if one wasn't careful and always on point.

"Since you requested this meeting, I assume with a purpose. I would have liked to know why before I met you in person, but that is alright. Though annoyingly enough my agents could not get much on you. Small irritations is all. Nothing I truly worry about." She smiled softly. "So, shall we get down to business? What is it that you are interested in, and what is it that you want." Icy words, but only a few knew her to be any but frigid. The smile may have been there, but it did not follow through to her eyes. It rarely did.

 

[Arage Bao]

I was not the same man I once was. This was a fundamental thing to understand. In a past life, I would have tried to make her feel comfortable. Offer her a smile, maybe even a grin of my own to ease the mood. Guy’s gotta do something to ease the tangible tension in the room. But that was before. Before I died and lived again.

A man changes when he dies and meets his figural maker. I witnessed the horrors of the Netherworld itself, and still stand here alive and more or less sane. More than could be said about the former Emperor Palpetine, who had tried to regale me with his stories of grandeur and conquest.

Though that was a hard thing to do, while being tortured by the everlasting cold fires of the Nether. Regardless, the point I am trying to make is this, I am not the same person anymore.

So I just shook her hand, and gave it a shake. It was a firm handshake, if I can say so myself, a manly one. Curt, strong and direct; without trying to crush her hand in a dominant play of ‘Who is the Boss.”. That would have been distasteful.

Then I took a seat across of her, and gave her a short nod.

“I like my privacy, my Lady. I am sure you can see the value in that. And as to the reason for this meeting, it’s fairly simple. As you know I am the High Lord of Homeland Security, in short that means that anything that goes on in our fair Confederation is my responsibility. With you joining us.. I suddenly find myself with more ground to cover, ground that is already being covered. I am not here to waste your time, any more than you want to waste mine, so here is my proposal. We work together, share our intelligence when necessary and cooperate with each other if needed.” ​

After finishing my story, I just waited. Her turn. There were no threats in my words, because it wasn't necessary. We all knew that this conversation was as much courtesy, as much as it was a necessity. Strictly speaking I didn't need her permission, once they joined the Fringe; ranks became muddy. But one thing was for sure, she had the loyalty of her organization.

And everything would be so much easier, if this partnership went through.

[member="Mirien Valdier"]