Ace of Base

[Kay-Larr]

The Commonwealth. First it started off as rumours, but growing intelligence gathered gave Kay clear evidence that another government was rising in power in the Galaxy. They were military in nature, much like the First Order, but different. Still, from what she had read about them, they seemed to be the kind of government that she could reach out to. Commenor's economy was growing, and various governments were using it as a stopping point for their goods and their people along the trade routes. The numbers of Embassies and intergalactic businesses were growing as well. So far, her Presidency has been a success. But that didn't mean that she was going to rest easy. Kay knew the dangers both on Commenor and off. She did what she could to keep those dangers at bay and maintain Commenor's neutrality and sovereignty. Hopefully her efforts will be enough.

A message was sent out to a contact that she was given. A man named [member="Horus"] . From what she had heard, Horus and the Commonwealth were not fond of Force Users, especially those in a position of power. Luckily her secret has so far remained in tact. Though the Elders had told her not to lie about it, she was pretty sure that the subject wouldn't come up.

The message therein contained an invitation to the Presidential Palace, as well as information on Chasin City and the surrounding area ( http://starwarsrp.net/topic/96946-chasin-city-commenors-greatest/#entry1408297 ). Kay also invited her Minister of Foreign Affairs [member="Riven Black"] and her General Omar Santiago

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for the meeting. She had assumed that Horus would bring his own people. But with what little she knew of the man, it was hard to say at this point.

Just before the predetermined time, Kay prepared the Sapir tea while some of the waiting staff prepared a light lunch. Commenor brandy was also provided for their guests. Hopefully, all will go smoothly.

General Santiago just stood at the side, watching Kay putter about as though she was nervous. He wondered if the Lady ever sat still. At least she wasn't talking. Santiago wasn't too fond of their speeches. They didn't exactly meet eye to eye on things. But at least she respected his place well enough. He looked forward to meeting another strong officer.

 

[Horus]

A whisper at the edge of the system, then a rupture in the space-time continuum. Battlegroup Alexandria shot out of hyperspace, at its head was the Carrier Cruiser CRS No Land Beyond, capable of fielding over three-thousand soldiers onto the battlefield, with a support regiment of TW-1250 Heavy Frigates flanking the larger vessel. The Commonwealth fleet was unlike other galactic fleets, they were not concerned about the size of their ships but rather the quantity. They were the nest of bullet ants you feared in your childhood.

They hovered at the edge of the system and made no advance, the heavy frigates slowly forming into a tight-knit battle cluster around the No Land Beyond. Then smaller craft began to emerge, dozens of Scythe-class fighters, although considered a starfighter, they were immense crafts with 120mm rotary cannons that could turn smaller fighters into swiss cheese. Drexl's roared ahead of the Scythes, performing routine patrols and escort sweeps. Trailing behind them were MPD's, the iconic dropship transporters of the Commonwealth Marine Corps and Navy.

As the small vessels approached orbit of Commenor the Scythes and Drexl's peeled away, slowed their engines and then cut power. They would remain on standby in drift above the planet. The MPD made a quick trip to the planet surface, burning through the atmosphere and following the directions of the designated starport. The hatch swung up and emerged four figures.

Moving fast to the palace, Horus, Lord of Admirals, was flanked by Fireteam Black. Two of whom wore immense imposing powersuits, their faces hidden behind gold visors. While one wore an armor coated in sarge-green paint, with slim plating and a smooth helmet whose visor covered much of it, the other was bigger, bulkier, like a walking tank, in a soft blue. The visor was much smaller, perhaps to avoid implications of damaged visors in combat.

The third woman in Fireteam Black wore no armor, not weapons. She held a cold icy-blue gaze with dark-as-night hair, a blackness seemingly devoid of all light. Horus found it personally unnerving, everything about Marguerite Podolsky set him off, and he could often see it in the eyes of Dean Letham and Hadiyya Sa'ad, the other members of Fireteam Black. Horus himself wore his dress uniform, a crisp white embellished in gold trimmings and adorning fewer medals than one would think for his status and age.

 

[Riven Black]

Riven marched through the classical halls of the palace, his pace was steady and confident. There was always another that wanted a piece of Commenor, a piece that could make or break those seeking it. Since Kay's initiative of power things were running smoothly and smooth operation was appetizing to the outside world. Commenor as a whole was more than that, while the people took pride in their devout nature of cultural advancements, they also sought to help. The planet had been through enough and while Riven didn't quit know how [member="Lady Kay"] was doing, he stood by her. The city of Chasin began to become what it once was...kind and vigilant in its progress. The city housed millions of diverse individuals, something that the city as a whole was known for. The other neighbored planets called the city "The Melting Pot." It couldn't have been a more fitting nickname and because of this, [member="Horus"] was a potential ally.

Riven shifted his gaze to his right as he continued forward. The pillars on each side of him reminded him of the work it took to build such a formidable work of art. Instead of losing himself in the architecture he motioned to the woman on his right for a file, resting in her hands. Jane was an assistant of his, at least until he could find a more suitable replacement. The file was hung out towards him as he snatched it. Licking his finger he opened the file, flipping through the papers till he found what he needed.

"The Commonwealth...Hmm."

He careened around the corner as he approached the large twin sided doors. Painted white with a trim of bronze. The handles shined back at him as he reached for the gold plated creases. Handing the file back to Jane, he smiled. Pulling the doors open he found himself in the presence of Commenor's very own president, Kay. She was a strong woman and while many might have thought she was a push over, Riven had been around long enough to know; they were wrong. If it wasn't for her he wouldn't have made it to the meeting or even be where he was, without her. It was a spontaneous situation that brought him his job as the Minister of Foreign Affairs. Regardless, he was trying his best. At last minute, Riven had sent an invitation to a distant friend, willing to take part in the future of Commenor. Protection was needed and Riven trusted only few to do it accurately.

He looked to the grandfather clock in the corner, the timeless antiquity showing he was right on time. His hired help, [member="Jayce R. Vitalus"] was on the way and if Riven had it his way, he would have already been here. Looking to Kay stride to and fro, he shook his head.

"President, I'm sure this will go fine." Turning his head to the General, he nodded. They hadn't really grown close, but respected one another.

Horus had to been minutes away from entering the vast room. The air around him felt heavy, it always did when he was anxious to meet others from a different part of the galaxy. He had done his research and a military structured faction as an ally, may have been just what they needed for extra presence against potential threats. Everything in the file suggested a mutual gain. Standing straight he postured nicely as he stood near the General, his brown eyes staring at the door. His gazes that of a lion, fierce and ready to take on the Admiral Horus.

 

[Kay-Larr]

Kay looked to the door as it opened. Instead of seeing [member="Horus"] however, it was [member="Riven Black"] that stepped inside. She bowed her head to him and then continued to sample bits of the light lunch. Partly because she was hungry and partly because she wanted to be sure that it was all perfect. She even dressed in one of her military-esque dresses that she had donned before upon her meetings with the First Order.

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When it came to meeting brilliant strategic minds, she had always felt inferior. Maybe it was because of her Father and how he sent her away and the later, still looked at her as though she was less than a person, and all because of some inherent mistrust of Force Users.

"I know, I know....and when he gets here I'll be fine. I just have to get it out of my system first." She poured herself a tea and had a sip, giving herself a moment to breathe and calm down. Both seemed to work at steadying her nerves.

General Santiago gave Riven the smallest of nods. He respected the man enough, but trust was something that needed to be earned. In Santiago's earpiece, he was being relayed information on the ships that the Commonwealth that brought with them. It was all very interesting to him.

The guards standing sentry at the Palace entrance let Horus and his Fireteam Black to step inside. They would be guided by others, to show them the way to the meeting hall. None of them would relax yet until they were told to stand down. One can never bee too careful when Kay was involved.

 

[Jayce Vitulas]

Commenor was a great big topaz in the black void, the sun highlighting its noble features. It's varieties of mountains, canyons and oceans all graced the young man's eyes. As the Raptor's Claw began to descend onto the planet, Jayce recalled never coming here in all the time he has spent roaming the galaxy. Settling at the port closest to the capital, the Gray Jedi began to make his way to the hatch. The ramp embraced the concrete beneath it, making a soft thud-like noise. His boots soon made a clopping noise as he touched down upon it, the light gracing his face with warmth. If Hoth was considered to be the Hell of the galaxy, Commenor was surely Heaven.

Jayce began to walk through the grand park leading towards the Presidential Palace, the grass brushing his boots, leaving the morning dew glistening on them. His black cloak flapping in the wind as his approach to the palace became ever closer. The pearl-colored building was a masterpiece to behold, with a magnificent archway that begged for people to walk through it. Walking up the stairs, Jayce began to think about how long it had been, since he was in an area that wasn't covered in rubble and ash. His travels brought him to Hoth and back, leaving a sour taste in his mouth. The young man couldn't recall a time where he was surrounded by such beauty and elegance.

Gathering his composer, he was soon face to face with two giant wooden doors, each having a gold handle. His friend [member="Riven Black"], had invited him to help assist with the politics for this noble city. If truth be told, Jayce knew he was just hired as a superficial bodyguard, but if a friend needed help, Jayce was there. Politics was never his strong suit, to him, it was just old men yelling about silly problems. All the Gray Jedi knew was the force, governments just made things more difficult. He shook those thoughts out of his head, they didn't belong in the room behind these doors. Last thing that Jayce needed, was to get his friend in trouble because his mind got out of hand. The young man stepped aside from the door and began to pat his clothes, dust flew into the air and caused his to sneeze. Jayce took his right hand and slicked his hair back, then reached out his left to open the door. Show time.

Opening the door, his eyes were soon gazing upon three people. The first that he noticed was Black, then a woman who was pacing back and forth. From what he recalled, Black mentioned that [member="Lady Kay"] would be the one looking like a nervous wreck. Standing next to Black was unknown, but the outfit suggested that he was a military man, and most of them never trusted force users. Slipping his left hand into his right sleeve, Jayce's hand locked onto his right wrist. The folds of his sleeves now overlapping, he bowed in front of the three. "I am Jayce Vitalus. It is a pleasure to be here, and I hope to be of some help to the matters presented today." Moving towards the overly large rectangular table, he picked a seat at the very end, and sat down. His face devoid of expression, and his eyes glued to the wooden table in front of him. He didn't want to attract any attention, though he was sure that questions would come eventually.

[member="Horus"]

 

[Horus]

Horus took the charge through the large doors of the Presidential Palace. The place was something else compared to Horus' own accommodation. The Commonwealth was not ruled by one man or woman, but by the Security Council. There was no palace for presidents. Horus' own home was a moderate two-story house situated on a property in prime farming lands along the coasts south of Mandurah Harbor, back on Alexandria.

Fireteam Black were relaxed, weapons holstered and attached to the magnetic strips on their powersuits. There was a moment where the transitioned from hallway to corridor, leading towards the meeting hall. It was briefly wood-paneled floors, a beautiful caramel, well kept. Unfortunately it became increasingly obvious it was not designed for incredible weight. The powersuits were causing the wood to creak dangerously, each suit weighing in excess of two-hundred-kilograms, on top of the weight of each wearer.

They finally entered the meeting hall, Horus kept his hands at his side and approached the closest man to him, none other than Santiago. "Horus Nelson, Lord of Admirals," Horus informed him, offering a hand to shake. Although Lord of Admirals was both his official and formal rank, many simply referred to him as Lord Admiral within the Navy. Fireteam Black retreated to the far wall of the room and gathered in the corner, finding the closest seat they could so they could watch from a distance.

 

[Kay-Larr]

Kay looked to [member="Jayce R. Vitalus"] as he entered, stopping her fidgeting and bowing her head. It was obvious that he wasn't a part of the Commonwealth, so he wasn't who they were waiting for. "Pleasure to meet you, Jayce, and thank you." She had another sip of her tea. The calming effects of it were starting to work. Politics was her element, while the military was not. Such strategic minds always intimidated her.

[member="Horus"] soon walked in with his team. The soldiers in their power suits seemed to dwarf everyone else in the room. She knew that those chairs would not be able to hold such weight. They were only wooden chairs. Though, it would be a bit comical to see them fall flat on their butts in shock.

General Santiago took the Lord of Admiral's hand and gave it a firm shake. Already he knew that he'd like the man. It seemed as though he cared little for politicians as well. "General Omar Santiago, Chasin Regiment. I've read some impressive reports on the Commonwealth's exploits."

Kay cleared her throat a bit. She didn't want the two of them to get too carried away. She smiled warmly as she didn't want to seem rude either. "I am Madam President Kay. This our Minister of Foreign Affairs [member="Riven Black"] and his associate, Jayce Vitalus. Thank you for coming, Lord Admiral. Can I offer you or your people a drink? I have a light lunch prepared as well." She had to be a good host first and foremost, while Santiago would rather she just got straight to the point.