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Srina Talon

Srina Talon

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The 11th Hour

19 March 2019 - 04:38 AM



Rain is grace; rain is the sky descending to the earth;

without rain, there would be no life.

The best thing one can do when it's raining is to let it rain.


Location: Geonosis - Golbah City - The Citadel 

Tag: Sankt Yora




Srina stood quietly near the transparisteel window that overlooked the front of the Citadel. The WeatherNet that they used was similar to the unit that governed Coruscant. It even had some of the same old rules. ‘The rain may never fall until after sundown, and by eight in the morning, the fog must disappear.’ Then came the warmth. Then came the heat. For the first time in the last hundred hours since one of their civilian ships had gone down in Republic space—the world was quiet. 

There were no pings on the holo-net. Her comm had been silenced and her lines had been rerouted so that her automated secretarial services could answer the call first. She watched the rainfall, causing the windows to steam, and tried to imagine standing in the same place a week prior. The Exarch had been grieving Eshan. She was still grieving for her people, for her world, but it mattered not. 
Her emotions could not be trusted. 
Instead, she sought logical solutions. There had to be a reason for this. The higher echelon of the government of the Confederacy knew and or hoped that there was something causing this nightmare. They just didn’t know what. Or who. In the darkest corners of their hearts, they wondered if the Republic and the remnants of the Alliance could have misunderstood them so badly that their distrust of a Sith led nation had turned to hate. In the meantime, their people were getting upset. They were scared. Angry. They wanted answers just as much as bloodshed. Srina aimed to find out the truth. Hopefully, before it was too late.  
“Exarch…You have a holo-call on your private line. It is Senator Yora of Kuat.” 
Srina blinked and pulled back from the window. Her heart seemed to grind to a stop, barely able to beat, at the notion of yet another war lingering on their doorstep. The white-haired woman smoothed the front of her muted gray gown and approached the holo-projector. Although voice would be sufficient, it would be better, if they could see one another face to face. 
A blue-tinged female, crossed with faint lines from technology, appeared before her. The Exarch had done her homework. She knew who the Falleen female was, however, Srina didn’t know where she stood in the political sphere. Things in that sector seemed murky. It was one of the reasons she was reaching out. Ships going down left and right in Kuat space was not only a tragedy on a moral scale but a blow against any economy. “Greetings, Senator Yora.” 
“My name is Srina Talon. I am an Exarch within the Confederacy of Independent Systems. I am the right hand of the Vicelord, Darth Metus, and I’ve called for you in…Desperate times.”
She did not lie. Her voice was plain, quiet, and formal. There was no noble upbringing in her blood but the slender Echani carried herself with the grace of a little Queen. Anyone who knew her, would also realize, that it was far from deliberate. It was simply her way. 
“I’m sure that you’re aware of the events that have recently taken place. The Confederacy wishes to get to the bottom of it before things escalate further. Our people are anxious. We need to do something, as a nation, before outright hostility becomes inevitable.”  

The Vanguard of Polaris

17 March 2019 - 02:34 AM



"We do things the Vanguard way—The right way."




  • Intent: To create an exclusive and completely over the top tower for both temporary and permanent lodgings to Confederate citizens and guests.

  • Image Credit:
    • Main Header: X [Giorgio Grecu] and X [JOnasDeRo]
    • Dividers: Srina Talon
    • Ground Floor: X - Pinterest
    • Indigo Gardens: Pinterest
    • Pool: X [The Langham Hotel]
    • Sports Arena: X [Emanshiu]
    • Holo-Cinema: X
    • Conference Hall: X
    • Event Hall: X
    • Grand Ballroom: X
    • Dining Hall: X
    • Guest Suite: X
    • Residential Suite: X
    • Private Hangar: X [Bastien Grivet]
    • Allies Suites: X
    • CIS Suites: X
    • Observation Deck: X
  • Canon: Geonosis

  • Links: Golbah City [Capital of the Confederacy]



  • Structure Name: The Vanguard of Polaris

  • Classification: Residential Tower and Entertainment Complex

  • LocationGeonosis,Golbah City [Capital of the Confederacy]

  • Affiliation: The Confederacy of Independent Systems

  • Accessibility: The Vanguard of Polaris is located within Golbah City, more specifically, within the center of the Crown and subsequently the Royal Sector. People can pass the tower and surrounding area as easily as the would the other governmental buildings, however, there are restrictions in actually gaining entry. Many of the privileged class do call this location home so there is a certain standard of privacy and safety to be upheld for many of the floors. The hangar bays and skydocks are always kept clear for those who need them and the paths that lead to the entrances and exits are always monitored and well lit. [Note: There are some areas that can be accessed more easily than others. Day passes for locals can be acquired to utilize the "Entertainment" aspects. The Shopping Center, the Holo-Cinema, etc. While the location is heavily monitored, it is not, barred from the common people. They simply have to register appropriately to visit for security reasons.]

  • Description: Aside from the Citadel, also located with the Crown of Golbah City, the Vanguard is one of the tallest structures in the area. At night the building seems to have an almost grim aesthetic, although, some creative lighting causes it to stand out and illuminate the dark. During the day it can be noted to seem less ostentatious although it is no less mystifying. The Vanguard is a monolith, a monument to the modern age, and a symbol of progress in the Southern Systems.

Masterful Drapery: It should be noted that throughout the Vanguard there are panels of beautiful fabric that envelop most of the large windows. So majestic, so beautiful, it appears almost ethereal when the spotlights highlight the obviously high thread count at twilight. This description is attributed to one Valiens Nantaris who found them most appealing.  




Sub-Level 1 [Vanguard Staff Access Only-Restricted]

Domestic Staff Training and Office Space

On-Demand Customer Tech Repair Center

Detention Center - Holding Area

Laundry Services

Hospitality Supplies

Sub Level 2  [Vanguard Staff Access Only-Restricted]

Droid Re-Charge Stations and Droid Storage [Custodial, Maintenance, General Labor and Servant Variety]

Droid Repair Stations

Primary Servers


Sub Level 3  [Vanguard Staff Access Only-Restricted]

Emergency Medical Bay

Emergency Supplies and General Storage

Emergency Bunker

Emergency Escape Route - Executive shuttles that transport residents and guests to a safe location in the Hub via light rail.  


Sub Level 4  [Vanguard Staff Access Only-Restricted]

Backup Servers

Utility Support Machinery [Provides Water, power, and climate control independent of the rest of the City]




Ground Floor/1st Floor [General Access]

  • Main Reception Area -  The first thing that a resident or guest would see would be one of the warm, welcoming, and friendly Reception Areas. Surprisingly helpful members of security will check over credentials and hand out day passes before letting anyone through. The design of the interior is immaculate and much of the systems available are entirely automated for convenience. It is the powerhouse of the tower and clearly reflects the quality and ethos of the Vanguard brand. Staff are a mix of organic and robotic as no Confederate establishment is complete without a full complement of active and attentive droids.

  • Public Hangar Bay - A valet system is in place, if needed, for busy guests to come and go at a moments notice. It is clean, organized, and packed with security personnel that check personal entry chits and day passes to ensure that no one enters the complex that shouldn't be present.

  • Shopping Center - Full of the latest and greatest innovations that Geonosis has to offer, select shops, geared toward entertainment, have been given outlet locations to appeal to the wide variety of residents that populate the tower. Guests will find it comprehensive and locals not of the tower treat it as a fun tourist attraction. Many permanent residents rarely feel the need to leave the Vanguard because everything they require is located within.

  • Security Hub - A building this impressive demands equally impressive safety and security systems. AI surveillance monitors every inch of the building 24/7. Residents and guests can choose to toggle the system on and off within their own dwellings to preserve privacy, although, it is incredibly intuitive and noninvasive. Many simply leave it running. From this well-equipped office, both droid and organic staff ensure the property is secure. They also have control of general building defenses.

2nd Floor  [General Access]

  • Indigo Park - Geonosis, while it has come a long way from excrement spires and flying insects, is still mostly barren in many places. The heat can be unbearable and plant life is usually not long for the world. With that in mind, the Vanguard offers acres of well-kept, imported flowers, fruit, and vegetables. It is more than just a scenic green space but a provider of fresh produce for the residents and guests. Patrons are encouraged to visit one of twenty fountains and take a moment to appreciate natural art that most citizens are denied. There are plenty of areas to lounge and enjoy the simulated breeze and artificially tempered sunlight.     

3rd Floor  [General Access]

  • Health Club, Spa, and Indoor Pool - For the health conscious individuals, the Vanguard of Polaris has something for everyone. For many people, the word "Spa" only conjures up images of mud packs, pedicures, and facials. While those things are available the Vanguard strives to offer more. Trained coaches see to the general well-being of long term residents and try to give guests a fitness plan that they can take home with them.   

4th Floor  [General Access]

  • Shockball, Grav-Ball, and Greenputt Courts - Sports! Who doesn't like to try stunning their friends and family members with a rousing game of Shockball? The low gravity fields for Grav-Ball can make even the clumsiest guest feel like a professional. There are referees that can be paged twenty-four-seven and even stand-in staff available for when your companions had a few too many and can't be bothered.    

5th Floor  [General Access]

  • Holo-Cinema/Library, Bar, and Casino - See your favorite Holo-Stars and Holo-Dramas in the best-projected quality on all of Geonosis! There are many older holo-films available for viewing in one of several theaters. The Vanguard has stocked up on all the classics as well as anything new that can be added to the collection. There is also a small Casino available for those that enjoy a good game of chance.

  • When you lose most of your money, and possibly a hand, you can commiserate your misfortune by having an overpriced, incredibly strong drink, at the bar.      

6th Floor  [General Access]

  • Conference Rooms - We attempt to cater to every sort of every or occasion. From business meetings to covert discussions that impact state secrets—The Vanguard has it covered. We provide services at all hours and space can be reserved at a moments notice.  

7th Floor  [General Access]

  • Small Event Halls - Perfect for family gatherings and a variety of close-knit venues. From birthdays to bridal showers we know exactly what to do to make your event a success. There is a fully customizable menu and a private bar in each hall.    

8th Floor [General Access]

  • Grand Ballroom - Larger than both the Conference Rooms and Event Halls the Grand Ballroom is suitable for anyone that wants to take an event to the next level. It's a beautiful spot for a wedding and is often used for first-class parties and holiday celebrations. With the amount of glamorous space provided any gathering will turn out exactly as imagined. Better, even. Get your reservations in early because this space fills up fast.      

9th Floor  [General Access]

  • Main Dining Hall - Even thought all suites can be catered to, or, guests can cook for themselves if they so choose the Vanguard has a Dining Hall that is open seven days a week and twenty-four hours a day. It is an all-you-care-to-eat cafeteria-style dining experience. A 450-item salad bar with imports from all over the galaxy, a deli bar, and made-from-scratch soup is only the tip of the iceberg. There are hundreds of entrees for breakfast, lunch, and dinner. Even second breakfast. And snack time. We cater to people from all walks of life. Vegetarian, vegan, organic non-gmo cereal, gluten-free and kosher entrées also are available. All meal plans are accepted at all times.

10th Floor - 50th Floor  [Restricted Access]

  • Temporary Guest Suites - Guest Kitchens [1 Per Floor], Guest Medical Services [1 Per Floor] - These availabilities are a hot commodity. If a suite needs to be booked in a guest capacity, it should be done so at least two to three months in advance to avoid ghastly upcharges. The Vanguard prides itself on providing the most comfortable and versatile services available. Guest Suites have access to all areas of the tower, however, their individual dimensions are significantly smaller than the residential areas. Typically, these are utilized by people who are on vacation or visiting for business reasons.  


Studio [Bedroom, Refresher, Kitchenette, and Living Room are all clustered together-Small Space]

1-2 Bedroom Guest Suite [1-2 Bedrooms (Up to two beds per room), Double-Sink Refresher, Kitchenette, Living Room-Larger Space]  


51st Floor - 146th Floor [Highly Restricted Access]

  • Permanent Residential Suites - Residential Kitchens [1 Per Floor], Residential Medical Services [1 Per Floor] - Exclusive is the appropriate word for these luxury apartments. For the price, there are perks, pampering, protection, armored doors, and a slew of other amenities. Entire families, typically upper class, stay here year round. They feel safe here among ornate furnishings and eclectic decor. This is their home and they intend to stay. Turn over is very low and the waiting list extends into the following fiscal year.     


1-4 Bedrooms Available/Family Unit (Single Beds only), Double Sinks in Each Refresher, a full jacuzzi bath, shower, and auto-styler access, full kitchen, living room, dining area, sitting area, balcony access, and office space. Very large square footage. 


147th Floor [Highly Restricted Access]

  • Private Hangar Bay and Skydocks  - This hangar bay is only available to certain guests and residential clients. The security level is much higher and all patrons can make it where they need to go via utilizing the turbo-lifts appropriately. It is an extremely restricted area.

148th Floor [Highly Restricted Access]

  • Private Reserved Suites -  These suites technically don't seem to exist on any official ledger. Commissioned by the Vicelord, the residents that are registered to these units retain diplomatic immunity and are not subject to full security checks. They need only to flash the appropriate chit and will pass through checks quite easily. This floor is more heavily reinforced than many of the others. The residents are specified by name, and many times, the floor seems to be a ghost town as the listed residents come and go.

Secret Resident List:

Kat Decoria



1-2 Bedroom Units Available (Single Beds only), Double Sinks in Each Refresher, a full jacuzzi bath, shower, and auto-styler access, full kitchen, living room, dining area, sitting area, balcony access, and office space. Very large square footage. Double the size of the typical residential suite. 

Additional Services:

Private Kitchen and Waitstaff  

Private, discrete, Medical Services

Private, discrete, Banking Options

Secret Turbolifts that bring the resident directly from the hangar bay to the unit. This allows them to come and go without notice.


149th Floor [Highly Restricted Access]

  • CIS Governmental Reserved Suites - These suites are intended for High-Ranking Confederate Personnel. These residents retain diplomatic immunity and are not subject to full security checks. They need only flash the appropriate chit and pass through. This floor is more heavily reinforced than many of the others. The private residences have been re-imagined as sumptuous apartments with classic furniture and pops of contemporary color accent.  


1-6 Bedroom Units Available (Single Beds only), Double Sinks in Each Refresher, a full jacuzzi bath, shower, and auto-styler access, full kitchen, living room, formal dining area, sitting area, balcony access, and office space. Very large square footage. Triple the size of the typical residential suite. There is also a large foyer, floor to ceiling windows, and a panoramic view that is to die for. Many of these lavish apartments are set with darker colors, or, a telltale shade of amethyst. There are high ceilings and naturally capable droid butlers that dote on their every need.  

Additional Services:

Private Kitchen and Waitstaff  

Private, discrete, Medical Services

Private, discrete, Banking Options

Secret Turbolifts that bring the resident directly from the hangar bay to the unit. This allows them to come and go without notice.


150th Floor [General Access]

  • Observation Deck - Get inspired. This is where a lot of dreams come together. Power, politics, and people can be seen surveying Golbah City from atop the tallest tower. It offers a new perspective and a sense of peace to those that venture to the top-most floor. There are interactive holo-displays that can be scrolled through easily to give a deeper understanding of what is being observed. You can even watch historical figures come to life and tell their stories. There are guard rails to keep anyone from toppling over, however, do bring sunblock. The Geonosis sun is truly unforgiving.  



Security: [HIGH]


As previously mentioned, the Vanguard takes the safety and care of their guests very seriously. There are additional layers of protection due to the caliber of guests that that frequent the well-decorated halls of the tower. It has some internal defenses, however, it is more focused on preventative measures and defense.    


Internal Defenses

  • KC-VISR Thermomagnetic Optics System installed at all access points with the intention of scanning for unwanted parties.

  • KC-249 General Purpose Repeating Blasters mounted as automated internal turrets that are hidden at strategic points within the walls of the building. No resident, inspector, or guest should ever realize they exist if glanced at with the naked eye.

  • Force Fields, or basic energy fields, are also hidden within the walls so that that they can lock down individual floors and or corridors as needed.  

  • Various Scanners and Sensors: Life-Form ScannerMotion Sensor, Infrared Motion Sensors

  • Surveillance System with simple AI to Monitor Building and Systems

  • Basic Fire Suppression System    

  • Basic Facial Recognition System

  • Basic Emergency Intercom Systems on Every Floor

  • ID Card/Chit Card System

  • Turbolifts that run parallel to every floor that are strictly for droids so that they can be dispensed as needed. This is both used for catering to the needs of guests and emergent situations.   

  • Vanguard Security Team


External Defenses

  • Impervium-334 armor plating was used to cover the entirety of the building.

  • External Civilian Shield is a basic shield designed to provide a thin layer of additional protection.  

  • Magnaguard units are sprinkled delicately around the perimeter of the shield and tend to utilize their stealth capability to stay out of sight. The exception to this, are the very few, that are stationed near entrances and exits as a general deterrent.




Once upon a time, the Vicelord, had a dream. He dreamed of a place where he might be able to find all of his favorite people, all of his favorite things, in one place. From imported Ne'tra gal that could flow freely in a bar to crunchy snacks that could be delivered day or night to his domicile, to having his friends, family, and allies close at hand...It was all a wonderful and lofty aspiration. Until, it wasn't. The initial construction of the Vanguard began slowly. It was a concept, an idea, that took millions of credits and no small amount of effort from the personal reserves of Darth Metus and a few other investors. The residential tower was finally completed shortly after the Confederacy took a long, however, much-needed walk to the world of Eshan. Many that had been involved in the project seemed to dive deeper into the workload to distract themselves from the nightmarish reports of violence that plagued the Holo-Net.  


Golbah City is home to many things. It is the beating heart of the CIS and the Vanguard is known to be known as a shining jewel of accomplishment. Within the capital the Royal Sector boasts a variety of governmental structures that provide housing to those that pass through, however, there is nothing so grand as the this. It is the first tower of it's kind on the extremely arid world although it will likely not be the last. There is an air of intended exclusivity about it, however, there is still a certain level of openness where it can be allowed. It has become home to a variety of individuals, from Viceroyalty to local celebrities, merchants, and many more.


All levels are connected through a series of intricately woven turbolifts.


Levels 1 through 9 are an example of the less private features. Though the "Entertainment" levels are primarily designed to provide residents and guests with easy distractions and comfort they can still be accessed by the public. There are enough automated security measures in place to keep out the majority of the more alarming elements, though, the crime rate in the Crown is already low. Through this effort, the common Geonosian can also enjoy the sights and features that the Vanguard offers, though, on occasion, some floors may be entirely reserved for special events. The 150th floor, the Observation Deck, is also open for visitors to take in the dusky skyline.  


Guest Suites can be rented by anyone with an acceptable background check, and, the credits to support the stay. Some are more expensive than others but none are overpriced to the point in which the working class could not find it feasible to afford it. All of the amenities are open to them. The only notable differences are the rooming packages and the lack of accessibility to the Private Hangar.


The long term Residential Suites can be rented by anyone with an acceptable background check, and once again, the credits to support the stay. These are luxury apartments that have flexible occupancies and the option of choosing a family unit if it is required. From politicians, businessmen, to local celebrities all manner of well-to-do individuals can be found on these floors. These suites are meant to be lived in year round, however, some residents just keep these locations reserved as a second or third home. The cost far exceeds that of the Guest Suites but any that stay in the lavishly decorated spaces will agree that they are well worth the price.


The 148th floor is comprised of extensively modified apartments that technically doesn't exist on any blueprint. These suites are private in every sense of the word. Specific droids handle the general maintenance and ensure that no matter when these units are used, they are kept in pristine condition. There are whispers that about a secret, haunted level, but it's not something that the everyday individual would be able to confirm. While all of the other apartments have designated numbers these intensely hidden units have a letter. This gives the illusion that there are no 'missing' numbers when choosing a floor.


In reality, the 148th floor is not haunted. There are no ghosts of construction droids that perished in the building of the Vanguard. There are no secret lovers that tossed themselves from a balcony when their parents forbade them from being together. In short, this level is reserved for individuals that have proven themselves worthy allies of the Confederacy in their most recent conquests. The Vicelord has taken the names of those he knows for certain and has sent a missive out that they will always be welcome on Geonosis. While within these walls they can maintain their privacy, even, if they need to make it a temporary hideout. The allies that have their names assigned to these units can modify the suite as they please and they also retain diplomatic immunity while on the premises. They have a variety of options that typical guests won't have access to, mostly, because the casual resident wouldn't have a need for it.


So, to Confederate Allies, with love from the Vicelord—Please enjoy your stay.


The 149th floor is reserved for high-ranking Confederate officials. Exarch's, Ministers, and even select members of the Viceroyalty would all be offered this courtesy depending on their needs. These units are expansive. There are fewer on this floor simply due to the sheer square footage they take up. They are furnished with the tastes of the resident in mind, typically, with data mined through general surveillance. They can choose to exchange anything they dislike, such as furniture, or bedding, and domestics will ensure that it is handled as quickly and privately as possible.


The general goal of the Vanguard is to ensure that all guests are well taken care of, entertained, and protected at all times. The staff are excellent at knowing when to be present and when to stay absent. Many bookings do require a down payment.



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Silver Circuits, Roger Roger [Diplomacy]

29 November 2018 - 11:52 AM


System: Pyrshak 

Planet: Manaan

Location: Galene Medical Center [Conference Location] & Gritti Hotel [SJO-CIS Delegation Housing]

A Continuation Of: A Drop In The Water

Tags of Participating Members:

CIS: Adron Malvern | Srina Talon | Darth Metus |Dianah Vi'Dreya

SJO: Josh DragonsFlame | Drystan Marakos | Asaraa Vaashe | Jend-Ro Quill | Celeste Rigel 

Goals: To renew the alliance between the Confederacy and the Silver Jedi. Thread restarted and posted per the expressed will of current SJO administration. 


Previous SJO Agenda [Copied from "A Drop in the Water"]


Previous Location Information [Copied from "A Drop in the Water"] 




Meanwhile with the CIS...


Things had not gone entirely as planned. 


The small caravan that was being chauffeured toward the Galene Medical Center for the Conference was interrupted. One moment, she'd been watching her Master, and Adron, fight over whom actually owned Dianah, by birth, or by Apprenticeship, and the next her holo-comm began to light up like some sort of party The Slave may have thrown on the Technicolor Beat. Srina had attended one once. Never, again. Her hand moved over the device and a holographic screen appeared before her. A keyboard, made of lights, let her enter a few simple commands. What she saw surprised her. The representatives of the SJO that they had intended to meet with were being called away on an emergency? 


Srina's elegant brow knit together for a moment while she tried to discern exactly what sort of urgent issue had drawn their hosts away. Two parts concern one part curiosity. The Silvers had always seemed to take their diplomatic relations seriously. Not for the first time, or the last, she found herself longing for the days when Valae Kitra-Heavenshield and Stephanie Swail were the figures on the docket. What she wouldn't have given for the simplicity and transparency of speaking plainly with both women. They'd always seemed to understand, and accept, that the Confederacy had not come to their door to harm them. 


Now...She wasn't so sure that sentiment remained. She didn't know who their contacts would be, their credentials, or what ranking they held within the hierarchy to confirm or deny their continued alliance. It was perplexing. 


"Our meeting will be delayed." 


Her words were ice cold and cryptic. She offered no further explanation because there simply wasn't one to give. The slender Exarch never bothered to consider how her words may come across through the spacious compartment of the landspeeder. Darth Metus knew her well enough to read between any line, and Adron, was more than used to her taciturn heart. Poor Dianah. She held some exposure to the Echani but not quite enough to completely desensitize her to the wintry personality she held. There was nothing warm about her. Nothing gentle. It may or may not take some getting used to.


As such, the quartet, and their pair of unarmed Magnaguard would be shown the Gritti Hotel and then escorted through the Galene Medical Center on a guided tour by a fairly overenthusiastic junior scientist. Srina had never seen someone walk as if they were bouncing on the balls of her toes, nor, with hair that reminded her of a strawberry sparkle mint stick. The white-haired woman would follow along, as directed, with a small hand wrapped around the forearm of her Master. It had long ago become a habit to reach for Darth Metus whether it was actually required or not. Their combined presence could be hard on the senses. A sun and moon in the same dark sky, snow on the hottest day of summer, the Devil wearing white. So close were they, so bound, that an edge of power always seemed to hum in the air around them. The Darkside, even controlled and surrounded by Light, always found a way.  


The Confederate representatives were shown the medical advancement centers, the laboratories, and even places where kolto was being refined for greater efficacy. It was impressive, truly, but it was not the reason they had come all this way. It was not the reason that the Vicelord, his daughter, and both of his Exarch's had cleared their schedules. The Silver Jedi had unfettered access to some of the most influential individuals in the Southern Systems. It would be wise to utilize the time granted to it's utmost.


"And if you look to your right you'll be able to see where we grow--" 


"Please, take us to the meeting hall." 


Srina interrupted their pleasant guide. The young woman, pink-skinned, looked entirely startled. The ivory Dread Queen did not blink, but instead, continued her words as if the cheerful creature before her suddenly didn't look a combination of perplexed and terrified. "The Galene Center is state of the art. Thank you for the tour. Yet, we have business to attend. We will await our hosts there."


The junior scientist turned on her heel, laughing nervously, and ushered them toward their destination. "Of course. Right this way..." 


Srina would follow suit easily enough. They were to stay on Manaan for at least a week. There would be plenty of time for sight-seeing after formalities were met. Business, nation, and duty always came first. 

Kessel Accords

19 October 2018 - 02:00 AM



Location: Outer Rim Territories, Kessel Sector [Akkadese Maelstrom], Kessel 

Meeting Place: Southern Hemisphere, Kessel Chateau, Pyke Syndicate Escorts 

Intent: NAP Agreement 

Tag: Darth Carnifex




Once again she found herself in the far-flung reaches of space destined for some sort of political nightmare. This wasn’t her first trip to Kessel. This was, however, her first introduction with the Pyke Syndicate. The location for this meeting had been agreed upon by both parties prior to her departure from Geonosis. Her people had spent what felt like eons to find a suitable host world for what truly amounted to signatures and a handshake. She understood the necessity of meeting delegates meeting face to face for a pact of non-aggression but it didn’t stop part of her from seeing it as time wasted.


There was so much to do. Her perspective was unique. She believed in efficiency over feelings. It was one of the reasons that she had been sent as an Emissary of the Vicelord. In all things, as an Exarch, she was his hand. His voice. In this, she would be the same, only, with the ability to close out any emotion that could potentially color her decisions. She did not feel what happened in the Core. She did not see it—and she most certainly did not fear it.


Not today.


Her apathy carried with her as she walked the halls of a quiet chateau that had been secured on the border between the northern and southern hemispheres of Kessel. On one side lay spice mines that were mined to dust, craven, with despair and slavery. On the other side lay sanctuaries that the wealthy and privileged kept for themselves. The social order here was clear. There were those that were crushed beneath the boots of their masters and those that wore the boots.


It served as a stalwart reminder to tread carefully.


Especially, since, all of her traditional weaponry had either been left behind on the Ferocity or confiscated by the Pyke’s upon arrival. It was part of the arrangement. No droids, no backup, no third parties aside from those native to Kessel, and certainly, no surprises. Her Master had not been pleased with the terms, however, it was required. A leap of faith. An act of trust that would help to build a sustainable bridge between two nations that seemed to be at an impasse. It was an act for their people. A move, and perhaps, a sacrifice. Only time would tell.  


Srina preferred that which she knew. Empirical data built by fact gathering and experience. Doing anything on faith alone felt misguided. Yet, she would never deny the needs of the Confederacy based solely on her own perspective. They had sworn to keep their citizens safe. This was a step toward ensuring unnecessary war didn’t land on their doorsteps. War was chaos. It was mindless, needless, agony. It was costly. This formal acknowledgment of the status quo should, in theory, spare them.


Srina walked in silence between two heavily armed Pyke Syndicate associates. The Royal Family that owned this small slice of Kessel paradise had been more than happy to offer their spare vacation home as a neutral meeting place. Certainly, the number of credits they had been offered had nothing to do with it. It was protected on all sides with excellent vantage points and private landing pads for large ships. There were electronic survey units provided to produce the validity of the signing. It gave the illusion of safety. Yet, extraction, if required, would be nigh impossible if one side turned on the other. It was… Not without risk. But, necessary. So very necessary.


Winter gray eyes followed the artistic lines that made up the artistically designed floors. The whole area seemed to have been recently polished, because anything with the possibility to sparkle, did so with ease. The light that poured through the windows was a warm amber that seemed to be slowly dying as the sun slipped lower in the sky. It turned the ivory of her clothing into something a little less soft, almost red, in the golden corridor. She had reused an ensemble from a previous engagement, much, to her attendant’s dismay, but it fit the bill. Non-threatening. Pale, sleek, with silver accents.


The Pyke Syndicate escorts spoke into their comms before of them reached to open one half of a double door. The representative from the Sith Empire that she was slated to meet seemed to have already arrived. Her expression seemed to clear of anything close to something that resembled human. Her eyes, like silver stars, deadened. “Thank you for meeting me…”, she spoke softly, though, the acoustics of the hall carried her words easily. There was a presence here that felt foreign.


It was dark. It did not belong to Kessel or the Pyke’s.


It took a moment for her eyes to adjust to the slightly dimmer lighting. There was a long table that took up part of the room while the other end held a sitting area. It was clearly designed for more than two people. But, that was all there was. Only two. 

Party Favors

23 July 2018 - 07:04 AM



Synopsis: Srina has been invited to the Echani Command for a gathering and has misread the invitation. She believes that she must make a dish to share and that buying one is inappropriate. The only problem is...She can't cook. At all. Poor Aryn. 



Location: Naboo [Aryn Teth Residence]


The breathtaking sight of an early twilight crept across the quiet estate in a distant corner of Naboo. The sun had dipped low behind the hills in the distance and the sounds of cicada making their high pitched songs rang through the open windows. The very first stars were just starting to show their faces and the shadows began to melt with a greater darkness. Little fireflies winked in and out of existence in an idyllic fashion that gave credence to the peaceful beauty of the pastoral world. One of several private landing pads was currently occupied with the Ferocity. It glistened in the dimness, a metallic monstrosity, amongst all the beauty that nature had to offer.


If one looked hard enough into the growing dark they would see reflective red photoreceptors winking in and out in the distance. They were stealthy, silent, and outfitted with the latest stealth tech. A small squad of five MagnaGuard walked the perimeter. They were armed with the typical phrik electro staffs, however, it was more of a formality than anything else. Naboo was just about as safe as Castagne. It wasn’t really expected that they would encounter any trouble and were set on capture protocol versus kill. It wouldn’t be good if some lost citizen stepped afoul a murder-bot and lost his head unjustly for taking a wrong turn.  


Further inward, toward the home itself, two small droid rabbits could be seen fighting one another in the courtyard. One glowed a deep crimson, while the other, and was silhouetted in blue. Their robotic chattering seemed almost childlike when combined with the harmless glows rods they bandied, pretending to be Jedi and Sith, locked in a timeless imaginary battle. It was one of their favorite things to do.  


Through the front entrance, the double front door was open wide, lest the little droids lock themselves out. Like any good parent, though their Mistress was far from mothering, she left the lights on for them. Secretly, they were programmed to like it when she doted on them. On the outside they were petulant. Insistent, that they did not need supervision or training wheels.


Through the entryway, a pair of rather small blue flats could be seen resting by the door. A cloak the color of a periwinkle sky, edged in silver, was draped casually over a lounge. Both dimmed fluorescents and soft candlelight provided a well-lit ambiance. The space would seem brighter the closer one got to the expansive kitchen. Scents from the candles, cinnamon and apple from local vendors, filled the air and made it seem as if the individual puttering around in the kitchen had any idea what they were doing.


Srina had been invited to attend some sort of formal gathering in the very near future for Echani Command. She had the required clothing, the invitation, and transport. What she did not have was the required dish to share. All over the granite salt and pepper speckled island lay meticulously cut pieces of fruit in little piles. There were also various ingredients “measured” out into little glass bowls. Currently, on the stove, lay the remains of some sort of gelatin mixture that she had poured carefully into a mold with the fruit to try and get the required dessert.


The first half-dozen attempts hadn’t come out of the pot without a chisel and slight application of the Force. If anything, she’d figured out how to make glue, but none of it was edible. The Exarch of the Confederacy couldn’t figure out what she was doing wrong. The pale-skinned Echani, wrapped in a cotton dress that she had been assured, wouldn’t look out of place, stood in the middle of the room with her arms crossed. Despite the fact that the kitchen looked like a disaster had rolled through she somehow still seemed entirely pristine. Long white hair fell down her back, unbraided as it rarely was, and her expression remained entirely pensive.


She was determined—if nothing else could be said. Srina went over the directions in her head and used the holo-projector to run through them one more time. She hadn’t forgotten anything, had she? Sugar? Or was it salt? Her elegant brow furrowed as silver eyes tried to make sense of the overly complicated list of ingredients. She had never attended an event, aside from the Winter Celebration with the Silvers, that had required her to cook.


In that instance, she had managed to make cookies. Sort of. They could also be used as weaponry or Frisbees. That is, if no one broke their teeth, trying to bite into one first. She couldn’t imagine how her Master had gotten through it. She’d tried one later on and found the consistency to be like chewing rocks. The taste, if the chalky, horribleness was able to be ignored—could be tolerated with preparation in the form of wine.


Lots of wine.


Aryn had given her the coordinates of his new home quite some time ago. Just her luck, when she came to visit, she was early. Several days early in fact. Srina had spent her time familiarizing herself with the planet and its people. There were markets not too far by land speeder and plenty of friendly people willing to make suggestions for entertainment. Were it not for them she might have spent the last two days cooped up in the sparsely furnished guest room. Odd, because he had mentioned hanging up some of the items she had left with him. Srina couldn’t find any of it. She had purchased many things, on a whim, simply to add a little color to the monochromatic space her Jedi had purchased.


She caught herself in that thought. Srina wasn’t sure, technically, that he considered himself to be a Jedi anymore—but it was an old habit. The small woman had thoughtfully filled his cupboards with edibles and fresh baked goods from Theed. At least, this way, she wouldn’t break his stomach entirely with anything she managed to come up with.


So lost in her musings she wouldn’t necessarily react when his ship arrived. Fruit juice. Why did she need fruit juice when she had already added fruit? Sighing heavily, she reached up and brushed lengths of white hair from her eyes, not realizing that she left a powdery white streak of dry gelatin across her cheek.


At the very least Srina was rather proud. She’d been experimenting most of the day and nothing had been directly set on fire. Or, melted. Not aside from one cooking utensil that she didn’t realize wasn’t entirely flame retardant. It had looked sturdy. The ever-practical woman had simply decided not to think about that one and had hidden the remains in the trash compactor.


Aryn wouldn’t look there for his missing storage containers. She was sure of it.