Junction Blood in the Springtime | AC/SJC Junction of Voss/Saleucami (Open to Jedi Praxeum, Scar Worlds, Jedi)

[Dedata | Celty Ree]

Location: Under da seaaaa, Lucerne Labs - Voss (Droid Factory)
Objective: A secret

Weapons	Armor	Gadgets	Ship/Vehicles
Sparti Short Spear	Dedata's MK2 Helmet	Modified Datapad running Deda-net	The Shadow Broker
Ianus Kopis	Dedata's outfit	Data spikes	Dullahan
	Leg harness and bags		Aiwha-class Amphibious Skimmer

Scattle - Mission

Ten minuets became thirty that to an hour then to two. Everything under the water looked the same in her eyes, while captivating to the limited view she had it was becoming harder and harder to drive her focus away from the datapad. She hand spent the time crafting a false identity long enough that it was feasible to get her foot in the metaphorical door. At one point she had began to play music to keep her mind stimulated. Something about taking note of the beat, humming along to the lyrics and rhythm or even pulling apart songs till you had identified every instrument involved. It was like a puzzle for the ears.

Another hour passed by before she noticed the very dim and distant glow. It was not a natural glow either especially at these depths. How the woman wished this was space once more but a contract was a contract, Dedata was not about to abandon it now. It would look bad on the reputation she had spent years crafting. Taking back manual control the woman pushed on the throttle to the max. She could feel the resistance of the water and it's currents, pushing up and to the side, up until now it was all handled by the automated piloting.

As the vehicle got closer it was only then Dedata could appreciate the architecture that sat around the top and sides. It was an educated guess that they where tailored towards observation, stations and crew quarters. Though she could be wrong. After all the woman had no maps so far, that was a job for once she was in.

Dipping under the facility she followed the beacons towards a pool where the Aiwha could surface. The woman pulled out the covers to hide the tops of the weapons that where more tools than used offensively. She was not a fighter by any sense. As the vehicle came up it bobbed inside for a moment till finally becoming stable. Her hands moved around the cockpit powering down systems then finally popped the latch to lift the hatch.

Dedata slid her datapad into the Leg harness large bag before standing up with a little bit of a wobble her hand reaching out to brace herself on the side. "Okay okay I got this." She said to herself with the helmet making sure no sound escaped into the outer world. After stabilizing herself the woman looked around the room then did a small leap over onto the solid platform. The large door ahead whooshed open and stood two Mon Calamari wielding Rifles pointed at her and began to approach. Her hands moved up to show that she was no threat.

"State the purpose of your Visit?" The one on the left asked as they took notice of the vehicle and the manufacturers logo on the side.

Her hands began to move using hand gestures, more specifically galactic basic sign language. "I am here as a technician to run some new updates on the systems." Neither seemed to understand what she was trying to say. Her hand very slowly reached down to her bag to remove her datapad. Flipping to a blank page she began to type out her message while the whole time guns where trained on her. "I am here to check systems statistics and upload new Lucerne Labs system updates. I'm a technician was hired by the company a couple of months ago.

"

She flipped her datapad around and reached out a little so the two could read what she had typed. Both their rifles lowered then their large eyes moved back to her. "Do you have a copy of your contract as proof?" Dedata nodded and flipped through. She had taken several parts from the order form she had when purchasing the Aiwha then adapted it to look like a general contract. It was complete with Logo and even signatures. A basic look it was a convincing contract.

"Will you be needing an escort Miss Yrovi?"

She nodded yes and once again typed. "Yes please, I was not given any map layouts due to the secrecy of the location. The higher ups probably being cautious, understandable given the last galactic power to have ruled over this world.

"

 

[Gir Quee]

Location: Conference Room
Objective tags: Geiseric | Thurion Heavenshield | Eina L'lerim-Vandiir | Pietro Demici | Brooke Waters | Cedric Grayson

Well, at least he speaks their language well enough. The admiral crossed his arms as the grandmaster spoke. He started his career as a young officer in the Galactic Republic - a government that officially little interest in religious or mystical affairs - even though the powers of Force users were well documented and even vital to that government's power. While he had become more familiar with and even appreciative of Force traditions upon joining the Concord, he still felt a distrust and unease when there was such focus on traditions. He served not for ancient traditions, but for the living people. It just so happened that so far, they had managed to stay aligned for at least the near future. He turned his eyes to the bishop as the man once again spoke.

"The Grandmaster's words ring true. The Light must absolutely rise to meet the darkness at every turn, whether that be via bringing the denizens of the Bogan to justice, or helping their countless victims. And if we, as the vessels of that light, cannot come together to do so, then we will forever be forced to repeat the same cycles of those that came before us. As for the more mundane, well... there are the obvious mutual benefits of such an alliance. Increased trade, mutual protection, and the like will all be on the table. Beyond that, we would like to offer the Silver Jedi the opportunity to reopen this temple, and use it as they see fit. It is only right, after all."

Was that the Grandmaster's goal in all of this? The admiral wondered. Despite Graff's personal interest in the temple, and doubtless the interest of many of the jedi present, the blonde man guessed that any sentimental attachment was second to more practical needs - the mutual benefits that the bishop spoke of. But Wenton spoke first.

"That is a very kind offer," said the grand master, "one of which we will be keen to accept. This temple has history to many of us, but perhaps more importantly to our futures, it might serve well as a common meeting ground, especially to help facilitate some of the more mundane things. I have an understanding here with the current Silver Assembly speaker to address most of the political issues of this meeting. One of the Concord's senior officers is here, Admiral Gir Quee..."

As he mentioned Quee's name, the jedi master turned and pointed to the officer, to which the blonde man raised a hand in acknowledgement.

"...I will defer to him about particular military matters that need to be discussed. He and several others here might have some thoughts on trade as well - these areas in which I'm afraid I know but of the basics. So, before we potentially break down to smaller working groups to address these needs, does anyone present have any words they would like us all to know?"