Underworld Wars

[Jessica Med-Beq]

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Briefing Note for His Majesty's Office​

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Subject for Decision​

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Classified Top Secret​

Issue: Jessica Med-Beq, the leader of the first failed invasion of Christophsis, has escaped custody, alongside Kham Nakgul, during a raid led by the Black Tie Syndicate on Christophsis.

Current status: Sources confirm the presence of Sith among the perpetrators of the second invasion of Christophsis. Jessica Med-Beq, Miss Blonde and Kham Nakgul confirmed still at large.

Background:

• After ordering an orbital bombardment on the main military bases of Christophsis, wiping out nearly the entire military of the planet, the Imperial Remnant captured Jessica and, later, Kham, sentencing them both to lifetime sentences (see Appendix A)
• Kham Nakgul blamed a shapeshifter maniac from Angamar, Boramir Laconry, for his involvement in the first invasion, which caused nearly 100,000 casualties, nearly all of which are military
• The first invasion of Christophsis is purported to have caused the demise of the Confederacy of Independent Systems
• An estimated 2 million civilian deaths were caused by Miss Blonde's attempt to steal the treasury and the prison break aimed at freeing prisoners (see Appendix B )
• Jessica accepted a limited share of responsibility but claimed that her share of the responsibility stems from her execution of the first phase of the plan, requiring a high-profile prisoner to be detained in a maximum-security prison where phase 2 would be triggered, but nevertheless admitted that she would issue reparations whenever possible

Recommendations: Jessica and Kham may be considered monsters but their monstrosities allowed them to defeat one of the greatest criminal cartels in the galaxy. Nevertheless, they are critical assets that must be hidden from the Imperial Remnant and the Black Tie Syndicate, and assistance must be given as appropriate.

Attachments: Appendix A (Logs from the first invasion) Appendix B (Report from the second invasion) Appendix C (Jessica's confession)

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What [member="Herr Vanderhing"] doesn't suspect is that the briefing note is written by Jessica in person; she sends for a courier to deliver said brief to him in person, and said courier has been mind-tricked into believing that he has intercepted documents from the Geonosian underworld, which were allies of the Neimoidians in the galactic criminal scene.

"You have intercepted this document from the Geonosian crime cartel"

"I have intercepted this document from the Geonosian crime cartel"

 

[Herr Vanderhing]

The elegant bridge city planet of Cato Neimoidia, always a bastion of elegant Neimoidian parties and celebrations. Today was no different at all, except this time the party was a small gathering of exclusive invitees handpicked and joining for the self proclaimed (and for the most part people supported) Crown King of Cato Neimoidia Viceroy Herr Vanderhing of the Trade Federation. In his palace on the planet's surface, the Neimoidian stood surrounded by guests, yet absolutely none of them were human. Only about one or two humans were invited but most of the eloquent social gathering was Neimoidians and businessmen and women. All around the grand palace were colored neon lights, a personal favorite of the Viceroy as well as fine art and furniture. On every wall was a painting or bust of Herr Vanderhing staring stoically at the guests, on every corner was a large exotic or native bird perched above the people often pecking into its wings or cowering from the staring guests, and on every entryway, corridor, or other was a bodyguard most often a droid eying every guest suspiciously and occasionally taking aim. Inside the party it's host, aforementioned to be Herr Vanderhing mingled with many of his guests... He cheerfully went about clinking glasses and joking about patiently waiting for two specific guests [member="Gorm"] and [member="Chek Zun"] who were his close business colleagues and whom he wished to discuss plans with. His uncharacteristically cheerful attitude shifted when one of his servant droids notified him about a courier bearing a request for him. The Viceroy gave an annoyed sigh as he limped off into his personal throne secluded from the party. As the courier handed him the request he gave it to one of his droids to open first in case it was a bomb or chemical weapon then proceeded to read it.

"What?!" He hissed "Those damn Geonosisians can't command me on what to do!!!" He snarled angrily hurling the request at the courier. His Chief Advisor and close friend Genf Orkay soon stepped up and whispered to him

"Sir, I wouldn't recommend getting the Geonosians angry.... We don't want to cause a war over this despite what little strength they have compared to us" The advisor said

"So be it..... Tell Madam Med-Beq that she is to report to my palace here tonight, the day is still young... She can get here while the festivities are still going" Vanderhing stated to the courier and Orkay

[member="Jessica Med-Beq"], [member="Gorm"], [member="Chek Zun"]

 

[Gorm]

[member="Herr Vanderhing"] [member="Chek Zun"] [member="Jessica Med-Beq"]

Cato Neimoidia was the bright white jewel of the core-worlds, a large lush beautiful world with curious bridge cities. But Gorm was not here to enjoy the scenery, nor was he here on vacation unfortunately! His close associates, two powerful executive noble types had beckoned for him to discuss the future of their shiny new business cartel they had forged from the assets of the old CIS. These were few however, and the imperials were now threatening to scour former CIS space, all of it now just a lawless unclaimed backwater in the Outer Rim and Wild Space.

We three, Herr, Chek and Gorm had discussed prior the nature of their organization during the treaty summit on Castell, but short-term details moving forward were left out-that was the intention of todays meeting at the party.

Their was much to be discussed sure and many loose ends that had yet to be tied up, unwanted potential threats that had to be taken care of...

Enter Gorm approaching the opulent palace of his great Neimoidian partner, formally addressing himself to droid guards who let him through. Not wanting to attract much attention, Gorm scurries around the periphery of the jubilation and makes for Herr's office. He espied Herr looking in a quite sour mood-never the less Gorm addressed him - "Well met Herr, I must say, this is the most spectacular event I have ever had the care to attend! No doubt though, we have much to deliberate on-I here you wish to tie up loose ends. Chek should be arriving soon, I believe that there are some important deals going through concerning the Galactic Alliance and New Republic , they are about to close soon. Chek is on the way if not already here I would suspect." ((static electronic buzzing))

 

[Jessica Med-Beq]

"The viceroy, [member="Herr Vanderhing"], wants you to report to the royal palace tonight"

"Roger, roger"

It took a while for the Neimoidian courier to go from and to the couple's residence on Cato Neimoidia towards the royal palace. She knew that the Neimoidians were normally more drawn to the dark side if they were trained in the Force; she had to stay on her toes once there so as to make sure that she isn't tricked: she knows that, while she might have played a trick on the Black Tie Syndicate and the Sith in their ranks, she might fall prey to a trick on these Neimoidians. One needs not use the Force to trick somebody else, and she knew it. But she dressed using more sober clothing, since she knew using her more extravagant clothing would give her away. And yet it was a rather well-kept secret that she turned down a modeling contract from a Mandalorian modeling agency when she was just about to graduate. I wouldn't be in this predicament if I became a Mando model rather than this... then again there would be so much I would never have done or realized, she thought. She arrived at the royal palace...

[member="Chek Zun"] [member="Gorm"]

 

[Herr Vanderhing]

Vanderhing went to his office chair and fell back into it rubbing the small space between his eyes with two fingers. His office included but one stained glass window, a fish tank, and his favorite pet: a large elegant red peacock perched on the wall above his chair. Soon after Gorm barged into the office and gave a hardy greeting

"Ah, Gorm old friend!!.... It's so nice to see that you've made it!!" He arose from his chair and clasped his hands together, his pet hopping to his shoulder. The Viceroy began to walk over to his wine cabinet and pulled out some scotch and four glasses

"Ah loose ends, I do hate them.... Sometimes, they require you to get your hands dirty..... But let's not discuss that now I believe we should discuss the past, present, and future..... Sadly a solemn topic I-I must say" He gave a pause as he poured scotch into the glasses, one for himself, one for Gorm, one for Genf, and one for Chek whenever he may arrive

"Chek will show up, give him time... The night is yet still young. Anyway, let us be honest with ourselves.... We will never be able to keep our Confederate past behind us, it will continually loom over us all and I suspect we will be constantly reminded of this....... Because of our association with the false CIS, our names are mud!!! You, me, Genf here, and even Chek" Vanderhing handed a glass to Gorm and Genf as his bird pecked into her feathers on his shoulder

"I think...." He spun his ice around in his glass them continued on "I think tying aforementioned loose ends will be what saves us"

[member="Gorm"]
[member="Chek Zun"]
[member="Jessica Med-Beq"]