Even though the Confederacy had recently embarked on a motion for friendly relations with the CIC on Coruscant the little Exarch would forever dislike being so close to the Core. She missed Geonosis already. Life on the blisteringly hot world was simple, predictable, and she rarely had to worry about offending someone due to her blunt disposition. Nothing good ever came from traveling North. Nothing.
Yet, she had made a promise. She had sworn to Sankt Yora that she would arrive to Kuat in person. Thus, she would keep her word.
The atmosphere in the Ferocity during the trip was somber. The frigate had more in common with a tomb than it did a space fairing vessel, despite, the pair of rabbit droids that sprinted through the color-coded halls at breakneck speed. Srina seemed to weave around them without difficulty. Either they avoided her on purpose or her reflexes were so cultivated, that they seemed to be made of liquid, over soft tissue and protein filaments. “Do not leave your playthings in the corridor.”, she warned them, clearly, seeing little glow rods laying about that they both pretended to utilize as lightsabers.
While Srina would not fall, as Echani eyes missed nothing, she was not alone on her personal vessel. Aryn Teth, the former Supreme Commander of the Galactic Alliance, was ever at her side. He had recently relocated to Geonosis from Naboo so they could see one another more frequently. It made the pain and loss that she had endured on Eshan…Bearable. Between the man that had somehow wormed his way past her emotional walls and the Master that easily made her feel safe and protected—She was healing. Day by day, she was doing better, well enough, that she could care for her sister Tellu Talon.
The descent to the depressingly ailing world was uneventful. The rings were obviously suffering. A few ships were docked at certain points, but otherwise, it didn’t seem to have been used in half a decade. When the time came Srina provided the clearance codes from her contact within House Kuat and they easily let her frigate through. There were multiple other vessels that followed her, however, they were all cargo freighters. It seemed that unless the goods were relinquished to an existing institution they would not be allowed to pass down to the world that desperately needed them. They were loaded with the supplies that the current, or former Senator, had specifically asked for. Srina did not understand the politics on Kuat very well…Nor this. But, she would ask the green-hued woman upon her arrival.
Without the bulk of the supplies, there would be a large portion of the Confederacy, waiting, on the streets of Kuat with nothing to do. Why a governing body would not allow aid delivered directly to their citizens was confounding, however, there may have been some unseen reason for it. In the meantime her people could focus on the investigation, and or, set general contracting droids to work and aid the populace. There were likely many tasks that needed done and many tired people that were sick of doing them.
Other ships would be following to directly take a look at the orbital shipyard, while teams, would be deployed to the streets of Kuat to begin the groundwork. The transmission that was sent after their vessel was blown away was sent to Kuat. Specifically, the Wastes, but that didn’t mean that people on the ground, in the thick of it, couldn’t provide valuable details.
Her eyes closed and her stomach slowly twisted.
Was this the right call? Would it have been more prudent simply to react as they had with the Jen’ari and attack their perceived enemy with wanton abandon? Srina couldn’t help but recall how well that had worked out with the Chiss Ascendancy. They were butchers in their eyes, even though, the CIS had been given the impression that the blue-hued nation followed the word of their new Emperor whole-heartedly. That seemed not to have been entirely true. The last thing the Exarch wanted was another gray area. Another slip up.
Another military action that crushed a populace. Eshan…Eshan was free. However, it was also devastated.
Srina did not want that for Kuat. Sith or not…She did not want it. But would she be able to stop it? The young woman didn’t know.
As she walked down the ramp, swathed in the blue and silver armor that Darth Tacitus had created for her—she accessed her holo-comm to address the Confederates that were patiently waiting for orders.
“Confederacy…You are here to ascertain the truth of what has transpired. Use your instincts, your skills, and make sure to check in with anything you find. Those of you working on the rings…Be careful.”
With that small notice, she continued on through the spaceport to meet with the delegation. She had minimal weaponry on her person and lacked any sort of obvious support in the form of offensive technology. Magnaguard were usually her go to in delicate situations, however, this was not a scenario in which she expected to encounter obvious enemy combatants. Wearing her armor, moving among friends, would need to suffice.
“It is a pleasure to meet you face to face. I have many things for you to peruse...And a few questions. Would you prefer to discuss it here? Or somewhere more private?”