Veino Garn
Saaraai-Kaar
[member="Zonia Kalranoos"]
It had been a long time since Veino had returned to Susefvi. But he stood now on a pier jutting out into the sea near the space-port. It was a grim day, with clouds racing overhead and wind snapping up salt-water sprays that stung his lips and soaked into his hair. Veino shook his head and burrowed his chin deeper into his over-coat. Winter had arrived, and even where the weather was fairly moderate, winter was rather miserable. It was one of the reasons this meeting filled him with a sense of unease. Letting an outsider into the enclave? Yes, the council and Saarai-Kar had approved it, but he had been on Rhen Var for such a long time that he was no longer entirely sure how the politicking of the order was playing out. He had lost track in his exile and he feared it would back to bite him now.
He turned back to the pier where the other escorts stood waiting. He knew them all, trusted them even. He'd grown up with them after all, but he didn't like their purpose here. They were some of the best mentalists among the Jensaarai and their role was to protect the order at all costs and by whatever means necessary. In some cases, that meant memory alteration or deletion. Today, it was far simpler. They would join their powers and create an illusion for their guest to throw her off whatever track she might have about where they were going and how to enter.
Veino checked his datapad. The ship had landed and she would be ready shortly. Someone else would transport her from the space-port to this pier and the waiting speeder. Not much longer now. He ran over the dictates of this mission again. Give her a tour of the enclave and a brief overview of the Jensaarai, especially their philosophy, missions, and purpose. Nothing about their logistics or how they operated. Nothing that was forbidden from being shared with outsiders, which as far as Veino could tell, was most of the order. That left the whole explanation part rather tricky to handle. But that was a downside of being a Defender, and not just a Defender, but to hold the honorary title of Master-Defender. He ended up with all the extremely difficult operations. Usually it involved fighting in wars against Sith and engaging Sith Lords in personal combat. Today it meant hosting an official from the Galactic Alliance, the top economist, but that was all Veino knew of her.
His comm unit flashed, and he pulled it up. Original escort had been diverted due to circumstances beyond their control. A bit of a speeder crash. Veino frowned and reached out with the Force. It spread out about him, tying into the weave and weft of life on Suarbi's seventh moon. His senses were always stronger here, more easily discerning intents and actions. Even now, with his much reduced strength, he could still feel much of what happened in the city. The crash was an accident. Nothing more.
He nodded to the others and they climbed into the speeder, sliding behind the driver's seat and pushing the throttle forward. The craft jumpe forward and swung into the dockside street as it cruised towards the space-port. He weaved in and out of the busy streets, listening to street-vendors and dock-workers, both organic and mechanical, go about their business. He kept his senses peeled as they sped through the winding streets until the space-port. There he stopped, and leaving the others behind, strode towards the ship's docking bay.
Veino stopped at the doorway, and stood erect. A good first impression was needed, especially as he wasn't sure what she would know of him. If someone from the New Jedi Order was coming instead, there would be no issue. They knew who he was and what he had done. This economist was an entirely different thing entirely. Not least of all because the last time non-Force users had really known and been involved with the Jensaarai, well... they called it the Invid Affair for a reason and regarded it as a blot on their history.
It had been a long time since Veino had returned to Susefvi. But he stood now on a pier jutting out into the sea near the space-port. It was a grim day, with clouds racing overhead and wind snapping up salt-water sprays that stung his lips and soaked into his hair. Veino shook his head and burrowed his chin deeper into his over-coat. Winter had arrived, and even where the weather was fairly moderate, winter was rather miserable. It was one of the reasons this meeting filled him with a sense of unease. Letting an outsider into the enclave? Yes, the council and Saarai-Kar had approved it, but he had been on Rhen Var for such a long time that he was no longer entirely sure how the politicking of the order was playing out. He had lost track in his exile and he feared it would back to bite him now.
He turned back to the pier where the other escorts stood waiting. He knew them all, trusted them even. He'd grown up with them after all, but he didn't like their purpose here. They were some of the best mentalists among the Jensaarai and their role was to protect the order at all costs and by whatever means necessary. In some cases, that meant memory alteration or deletion. Today, it was far simpler. They would join their powers and create an illusion for their guest to throw her off whatever track she might have about where they were going and how to enter.
Veino checked his datapad. The ship had landed and she would be ready shortly. Someone else would transport her from the space-port to this pier and the waiting speeder. Not much longer now. He ran over the dictates of this mission again. Give her a tour of the enclave and a brief overview of the Jensaarai, especially their philosophy, missions, and purpose. Nothing about their logistics or how they operated. Nothing that was forbidden from being shared with outsiders, which as far as Veino could tell, was most of the order. That left the whole explanation part rather tricky to handle. But that was a downside of being a Defender, and not just a Defender, but to hold the honorary title of Master-Defender. He ended up with all the extremely difficult operations. Usually it involved fighting in wars against Sith and engaging Sith Lords in personal combat. Today it meant hosting an official from the Galactic Alliance, the top economist, but that was all Veino knew of her.
His comm unit flashed, and he pulled it up. Original escort had been diverted due to circumstances beyond their control. A bit of a speeder crash. Veino frowned and reached out with the Force. It spread out about him, tying into the weave and weft of life on Suarbi's seventh moon. His senses were always stronger here, more easily discerning intents and actions. Even now, with his much reduced strength, he could still feel much of what happened in the city. The crash was an accident. Nothing more.
He nodded to the others and they climbed into the speeder, sliding behind the driver's seat and pushing the throttle forward. The craft jumpe forward and swung into the dockside street as it cruised towards the space-port. He weaved in and out of the busy streets, listening to street-vendors and dock-workers, both organic and mechanical, go about their business. He kept his senses peeled as they sped through the winding streets until the space-port. There he stopped, and leaving the others behind, strode towards the ship's docking bay.
Veino stopped at the doorway, and stood erect. A good first impression was needed, especially as he wasn't sure what she would know of him. If someone from the New Jedi Order was coming instead, there would be no issue. They knew who he was and what he had done. This economist was an entirely different thing entirely. Not least of all because the last time non-Force users had really known and been involved with the Jensaarai, well... they called it the Invid Affair for a reason and regarded it as a blot on their history.