The Bloodsucking Philanthropist
Wearing: This
Arrived with: Royal Mobile Greenhouse Of Alderaan , Breath of Lysandra , (Both Lysandra-Class Greenhouses )
Armed With: Good Looks, Charm.
Objective: Travel to Alderaan, introduce new starships to
Alicio Organa
.
Kytrand, four days after her first meeting with Alicio...
Sera stared at the endless Clone Army, that would not be awakened until the heart of the Trade League was invaded by the Sith.
How serene they looked in their stasis chambers.
Alicio had gone for Nathan's idea... introduced to him via Sera of course. She suspected had Nathan been the one to present the idea, he would have been far more hesitant.
"You did well on the Windu's Hand, Sera..."
Sera turned and saw
Nathan Bloodscrawl
, wearing his black biker gear. He leaned against a wall in the vast preservation chamber.
"Thank you, Nathan." Sera replied.
"Nate will do." Nathan said. "You have impressed me. Our success is tied to one another's actions now. You're a vital part of this ongoing operation."
Sera blinked. Nathan had never been even that informal with her before. She only nodded in acknowledgment before turning back to the tubes.
"How many Clones?" Sera asked.
"Fifteen million...at our last count. Your Mother says it could easily be twenty million by the end."
"That's... that's more than what was available to the Republic at the start of the Clone Wars..." Sera said in surprise.
"Worse. It's more specialized..." Nathan explained grimly, stone faced. "I've been digging through the records on this station's computers...lots of them say a good portion of this army was engineered for Force Sensitivity. Like...like some sort of emergency Jedi Order..."
"Why would your family have created this army?"
"I don't know..." Nathan said emphatically, tired green eyes glancing at all the Stasis tubes. "My father never said a thing, not one thing about a Clone Army. Let alone an emergency Clone Jedi Order. I'm as baffled by its existence as you and your Mother are."
"Are you going to wake them?" Sera asked.
Nathan looked at the tubes.
"Waking them could be potentially disastrous to us. But if we don't wake them, we condemn them to an eternity of Imprisonment...which may be even worse. I...I don't know what I am going to do...not right now, anyway.
"If you free the army and don't use them, they will run to the arms of those who will..." she cautioned. "To free the army will mean someone uses them. They are a threat. Perhaps... perhaps we should consider pulling the plug."
Nathan stared at his soon to be adoptive step daughter.
"Killing possibly twenty million clones? What if it was twenty million Biots, many of whom possess feats of strength and intelligence many times more dangerous than a common Clone?" He asked.
Sera folded her arms. "I'm not saying it's an ideal situation. My answer, I think, would be the same. More so, because as a Biot myself, I can appreciate how absolutely dangerous a Biot is.. We don't even know what this army is for."
"People burn in Hell for less, Sera." Nathan warned sternly. "Even your Mother, who likes killing, knows she wouldn't come back psychologically from doing something on that scale."
"Well we need to think of something. Otherwise when people start to settle Kytrand in larger numbers, when the Alliance becomes aware of Kytrand? We will not be able to hide such an army." Sera replied. "I don't hate any of the people in these tubes. But this is about our survival as an organization. Cloning is illegal, Nate."
"I'm well aware of that... That's why I am still thinking." Nathan replied. "But I am taking your concerns into consideration. You are right to fear this Army. And you are right to fear the consequences of waking it up.
"As long as you're as afraid of the consequences as I am..." Sera trailed.
"I don't experience fear the way you do, Sera..." Nathan replied calmly, walking up to stare at a sleeping Fett Clone.
"But I sometimes wish I did."
Later on.
Sera, Nathan, and
Vera Mina
, using her red headed espionage guise and a skin tight metallic silver gown. Vera seemed to have settled on this appearance as the one she would use when being Nathan's wife openly.
Vera sipped on a treated solution of blood from a goblet. being an Artificial Vampire (Yeah, the Background Lore was fairly wacky by this juncture). Sera did much the same, but all were eating Atrisian Fugu. As in, the meat that's so hard to prepare that cutting it improperly could risk trace amounts of Tetrodotoxin onto the meat, resulting in possible fatal lung paralysis. Vera had convinced him to try it. It was served in a chrysanthemum pattern as Sashimi by the chef droid.
"Why, Vera, this up there with pizza..." Nathan remarked quietly. "I should try this more often...thanks for suggesting it."
"You're welcome..." Vera replied, sipping her goblet of blood, before daintily placing a piece in her mouth with jeweled chopsticks.
They were within Nathan's quarters aboard the Centurion Class Battle Cruiser Atrisian Sunset, the official warship of Clan Li-Ves. One of many recent experiments Nathan and Vera were conducting at living together.
Sera for her part, passively observed Nathan and her Mother, the quiet little muscle twitches on Nathan's face, how he had to struggle to hold back faint smiles as he used chopsticks to take a portion of white meat, dip it in soy sauce, and then eat it, were more emotion than she had ever seen in him before.
Nathan was happy, for once.
"So, did you put away anyone interesting behind bars?" He asked Vera.
"A racketeer, actually! He had a brilliant little defence attorney, but unfortunately for him, someone knew were to look for where the receipts were heading. I almost didn't get him..." Vera answered as she ate a piece of Fugu.
"And I am very proud of you, Sera! Closing the deal with such a notoriously cautious politician! I doubt I myself could have done a better job! You bring great honor to Clan Li-Ves with your success." Vera added as she turned to her daughter.
"Thank you, Mother." Sera replied and then ate a piece.
"You know, Sera, if this goes as planned..." Nathan trailed, sipping his tea a bit before continuing.
"You're gonna be in the spotlight a lot more often. And when you are in that spotlight...it means those who would see you harmed can target better.
"I already have round the Chrono security..." Sera replied.
"I'm talking about the media. About rival companies...about anyone with the kind of reach similar to what we are attempting to develop." he clarified.
"Those people use hitmen too..." Sera countered.
To her and Vera's shock, this actually got Nathan to burst out in laughter for a few moments before composing himself.
"You're right!" He admitted, still chuckling a bit, and for a second he seemed like a completely normal human being. Sera watched that little glimmer shut tight beneath his psychological armor a second later.
"But seriously..." he said, suddenly all business, as if he had never lost his composure. "There's more ways than bloodshed to destroy another. Keep it in mind..."
"I will, Nate..."
Vera turned to him.
"Nate?" she asked. "You do nicknames now?"
"You want to give me a nickname?" Nathan asked.
Vera considered it.
"I dunno...what would you nickname me?" She asked.
"Uhhh...Bite Master 3000?" Nathan offered.
Vera raised her eyebrows .
Nathan shrugged. "I'm bad with nicknames."
Vera suddenly smiled.
"I love it." she said and they continued eating quietly.
Weeks later, just days before the attacks on the Trade League and Tython...
Two ships, both ten kilometers in length, came out of hyperspace near Alderaan's system.
Both were the first two ships of their line, dagger shapes reminiscent of SSD's slowly came to a halt, in communication with Alderaan's Navy. Naturally, two 10 kilometer vessels with SSD grade shielding would have been cause for concern had they not called ahead. They still approached slowly, at the lowest speed possible.
They were projects long in the works. Four currently in Existence. Alicio was being given the first two. Bacta-Works had the latter two. More were planned.
They were greenhouse, relief vessel, and hospital all rolled into one. With many other applications.
Sera had told Alicio she had something incredible planned. Something that would give His government, his wife's Enclave, and the Alliance itself massive reach on a humanitarian level.
It was intended today be a day of celebration, with The King of Alderaan to inspect these massive vessels, ones that would grow or make nearly anything a recovering populace could need.
Not just Alicio, but
Amani Serys
, and their children had happily been extended an invite as well...these ships were meant to be used, often and actively, abroad or at home, by the King and his subjects...
...or however many Jedi he or his wife thought they could get away with stuffing aboard it and still not calling it a temple or Enclave.
Sera waited in one of the many Hangar bays of the Ship titled Royal Mobile Greenhouse Of Alderaan, which had an eco architecture style similar to Nytesmyth Academy on the interior. It was in lead of its sister vessel, Breath of Lysandra...
Chef droids waited nearby, preparing tea...
Arrived with: Royal Mobile Greenhouse Of Alderaan , Breath of Lysandra , (Both Lysandra-Class Greenhouses )
Armed With: Good Looks, Charm.
Objective: Travel to Alderaan, introduce new starships to
Alicio Organa
.Kytrand, four days after her first meeting with Alicio...
Sera stared at the endless Clone Army, that would not be awakened until the heart of the Trade League was invaded by the Sith.
How serene they looked in their stasis chambers.
Alicio had gone for Nathan's idea... introduced to him via Sera of course. She suspected had Nathan been the one to present the idea, he would have been far more hesitant.
"You did well on the Windu's Hand, Sera..."
Sera turned and saw
Nathan Bloodscrawl
, wearing his black biker gear. He leaned against a wall in the vast preservation chamber."Thank you, Nathan." Sera replied.
"Nate will do." Nathan said. "You have impressed me. Our success is tied to one another's actions now. You're a vital part of this ongoing operation."
Sera blinked. Nathan had never been even that informal with her before. She only nodded in acknowledgment before turning back to the tubes.
"How many Clones?" Sera asked.
"Fifteen million...at our last count. Your Mother says it could easily be twenty million by the end."
"That's... that's more than what was available to the Republic at the start of the Clone Wars..." Sera said in surprise.
"Worse. It's more specialized..." Nathan explained grimly, stone faced. "I've been digging through the records on this station's computers...lots of them say a good portion of this army was engineered for Force Sensitivity. Like...like some sort of emergency Jedi Order..."
"Why would your family have created this army?"
"I don't know..." Nathan said emphatically, tired green eyes glancing at all the Stasis tubes. "My father never said a thing, not one thing about a Clone Army. Let alone an emergency Clone Jedi Order. I'm as baffled by its existence as you and your Mother are."
"Are you going to wake them?" Sera asked.
Nathan looked at the tubes.
"Waking them could be potentially disastrous to us. But if we don't wake them, we condemn them to an eternity of Imprisonment...which may be even worse. I...I don't know what I am going to do...not right now, anyway.
"If you free the army and don't use them, they will run to the arms of those who will..." she cautioned. "To free the army will mean someone uses them. They are a threat. Perhaps... perhaps we should consider pulling the plug."
Nathan stared at his soon to be adoptive step daughter.
"Killing possibly twenty million clones? What if it was twenty million Biots, many of whom possess feats of strength and intelligence many times more dangerous than a common Clone?" He asked.
Sera folded her arms. "I'm not saying it's an ideal situation. My answer, I think, would be the same. More so, because as a Biot myself, I can appreciate how absolutely dangerous a Biot is.. We don't even know what this army is for."
"People burn in Hell for less, Sera." Nathan warned sternly. "Even your Mother, who likes killing, knows she wouldn't come back psychologically from doing something on that scale."
"Well we need to think of something. Otherwise when people start to settle Kytrand in larger numbers, when the Alliance becomes aware of Kytrand? We will not be able to hide such an army." Sera replied. "I don't hate any of the people in these tubes. But this is about our survival as an organization. Cloning is illegal, Nate."
"I'm well aware of that... That's why I am still thinking." Nathan replied. "But I am taking your concerns into consideration. You are right to fear this Army. And you are right to fear the consequences of waking it up.
"As long as you're as afraid of the consequences as I am..." Sera trailed.
"I don't experience fear the way you do, Sera..." Nathan replied calmly, walking up to stare at a sleeping Fett Clone.
"But I sometimes wish I did."
Later on.
Sera, Nathan, and
Vera Mina
, using her red headed espionage guise and a skin tight metallic silver gown. Vera seemed to have settled on this appearance as the one she would use when being Nathan's wife openly.Vera sipped on a treated solution of blood from a goblet. being an Artificial Vampire (Yeah, the Background Lore was fairly wacky by this juncture). Sera did much the same, but all were eating Atrisian Fugu. As in, the meat that's so hard to prepare that cutting it improperly could risk trace amounts of Tetrodotoxin onto the meat, resulting in possible fatal lung paralysis. Vera had convinced him to try it. It was served in a chrysanthemum pattern as Sashimi by the chef droid.
"Why, Vera, this up there with pizza..." Nathan remarked quietly. "I should try this more often...thanks for suggesting it."
"You're welcome..." Vera replied, sipping her goblet of blood, before daintily placing a piece in her mouth with jeweled chopsticks.
They were within Nathan's quarters aboard the Centurion Class Battle Cruiser Atrisian Sunset, the official warship of Clan Li-Ves. One of many recent experiments Nathan and Vera were conducting at living together.
Sera for her part, passively observed Nathan and her Mother, the quiet little muscle twitches on Nathan's face, how he had to struggle to hold back faint smiles as he used chopsticks to take a portion of white meat, dip it in soy sauce, and then eat it, were more emotion than she had ever seen in him before.
Nathan was happy, for once.
"So, did you put away anyone interesting behind bars?" He asked Vera.
"A racketeer, actually! He had a brilliant little defence attorney, but unfortunately for him, someone knew were to look for where the receipts were heading. I almost didn't get him..." Vera answered as she ate a piece of Fugu.
"And I am very proud of you, Sera! Closing the deal with such a notoriously cautious politician! I doubt I myself could have done a better job! You bring great honor to Clan Li-Ves with your success." Vera added as she turned to her daughter.
"Thank you, Mother." Sera replied and then ate a piece.
"You know, Sera, if this goes as planned..." Nathan trailed, sipping his tea a bit before continuing.
"You're gonna be in the spotlight a lot more often. And when you are in that spotlight...it means those who would see you harmed can target better.
"I already have round the Chrono security..." Sera replied.
"I'm talking about the media. About rival companies...about anyone with the kind of reach similar to what we are attempting to develop." he clarified.
"Those people use hitmen too..." Sera countered.
To her and Vera's shock, this actually got Nathan to burst out in laughter for a few moments before composing himself.
"You're right!" He admitted, still chuckling a bit, and for a second he seemed like a completely normal human being. Sera watched that little glimmer shut tight beneath his psychological armor a second later.
"But seriously..." he said, suddenly all business, as if he had never lost his composure. "There's more ways than bloodshed to destroy another. Keep it in mind..."
"I will, Nate..."
Vera turned to him.
"Nate?" she asked. "You do nicknames now?"
"You want to give me a nickname?" Nathan asked.
Vera considered it.
"I dunno...what would you nickname me?" She asked.
"Uhhh...Bite Master 3000?" Nathan offered.
Vera raised her eyebrows .
Nathan shrugged. "I'm bad with nicknames."
Vera suddenly smiled.
"I love it." she said and they continued eating quietly.
Weeks later, just days before the attacks on the Trade League and Tython...
Two ships, both ten kilometers in length, came out of hyperspace near Alderaan's system.
Both were the first two ships of their line, dagger shapes reminiscent of SSD's slowly came to a halt, in communication with Alderaan's Navy. Naturally, two 10 kilometer vessels with SSD grade shielding would have been cause for concern had they not called ahead. They still approached slowly, at the lowest speed possible.
They were projects long in the works. Four currently in Existence. Alicio was being given the first two. Bacta-Works had the latter two. More were planned.
They were greenhouse, relief vessel, and hospital all rolled into one. With many other applications.
Sera had told Alicio she had something incredible planned. Something that would give His government, his wife's Enclave, and the Alliance itself massive reach on a humanitarian level.
It was intended today be a day of celebration, with The King of Alderaan to inspect these massive vessels, ones that would grow or make nearly anything a recovering populace could need.
Not just Alicio, but
Amani Serys
, and their children had happily been extended an invite as well...these ships were meant to be used, often and actively, abroad or at home, by the King and his subjects......or however many Jedi he or his wife thought they could get away with stuffing aboard it and still not calling it a temple or Enclave.
Sera waited in one of the many Hangar bays of the Ship titled Royal Mobile Greenhouse Of Alderaan, which had an eco architecture style similar to Nytesmyth Academy on the interior. It was in lead of its sister vessel, Breath of Lysandra...
Chef droids waited nearby, preparing tea...
