Faction Carry On [First Order | Integration]

[Resurgent Narrative]

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Avalonian street traffic was as congested as ever thought Mr. Branneth, Armand Nathael "Nate" Branneth. He detested his given name and often when by the second, a Galidraani man of little to no importance. Rather he was the middle man often sent to integrated others into the First Order. It was a nice enough gig, it paid well and he supposed the perks of it were alright. A nice flat to come home to with a lovely view of the city, but for now he was on his way to pick up a newcomer Wes Gryffon and speak with him. Branneth had his briefcase with him and inside were the portfolios of opportunity. Wherein he was able to offer up different deals to help Mr. Gryffon integrate into the empire.

It was mid-Autumn which meant that Avalonia had begun to cool down, a true four seasons city and Mr. Branneth loved it. Unlike Galidraan where the planet seemed to be a cold, wet and dreary experience all year round. Avalonia offered a wonderful change of pace, the crisp autumn air, the smell of caf, and the aromas of the various shops around downtown as he headed for the starport. Armitage Intergalactic Starport was always busy and perhaps with the onset of the Coronation in combination with the upcoming Festival of Thanks and then inevitable Life Day merriment it had gotten busier.

He hailed a cab and was thankful for the quick approach, however; he noticed a woman had been trying to hail a cab. "Here you go ma'am," he offered and she was ever so gracious with her gratitude and hopped into the cab. She then told him the cab driver wouldn't mind taking him as well. Fantastic, always love the helpful mindset of Avalonians he thought to himself as he joined the woman in the cab. Closing the door he settled into the seat and as the woman began to hand the sovs to the driver.

"Just put it on me, I'll cover it, no worries ma'am."

Again she was gracious and Branneth was only ever happy when her trip wasn't as long as he at first thought when she tried to explain where she needed to go. The cab driver managed to figure it out between the three shops she mentioned. Finally, he was taken to the starport and he handed the man an extra twenty sovs for his trouble. Sliding out of the cab, briefcase in hand he adjusted his coat, suit and tie and headed toward the arrivals area to greet Mr. Gryffon.

 

[Wes Gryffon]

It was different to Corellia.

Most places were, no-where was ever the same as home. Most Corellian's thought the same, they were a very patriotic species at heart and no-where was ever going to be as good as home. Everywhere was different to home, for better or for worse.

Dossun was a reasonable planet, even if it wasn't home. Avalonian was a fairly reasonable city, Wes could imagine some of the views from the high rise apartments were actually pretty decent. All things considered, Avalonian was a reasonable place to be calling home.

He hadn't intended to leave Corellia when he did, it was just one of those things. When he heard the reports of The First Order regrouping in the Outer Rim, he figured it would be somewhere he could use his expertise and be appreciated for it.

Wes had served in CorSec, done his duty to his planet and no-one tended to care. Everyone just overlooked him. He spent his days working and his nights drinking and sleeping with anyone who even remotely looking at him in any way, anyone who was even remotely admiring him.

The reports of the First Order reforming actually gave him hope, hope that his skills would actually be cared about and appreciated unlike his service on Corellia. He actually spent time thinking about his options to be entirely honest, he spent time wondering what his options were.

Then he chartered a flight to Dossun, figured it was a good start in life.

Waiting in the spaceport was a mixture of excitement and fear. He was excited to start a new life yet nervous about what it would involve. He assumed the First Order recruitment was easy enough but he knew you could never be too cautious.

 

[Resurgent Narrative]

Mr. Branneth looked about the information on a small datapad before tucking back into his briefcase. A firm snap was heard as he locked the case up and surveyed the arrivals area. He spotted Mr. Gryffon after a few moments and headed his way, "Mr. Gryffon," Mr. Branneth called out whilst on approach, "welcome to Avalonia, I'm Nathael Branneth. Let's grab your luggage and head out to the car." The starport busy as ever, Mr. Branneth stuck close to his charge's side and aided him in navigating the place.

"Don't worry about exchanging currency, we'll get you squared away with an account at the Central Bank soon enough." But like everyone else there would be a few things that Mr. Gryffon would need to do as part of his integration into the First Order. It would be a few minutes, but those minutes felt like hours when waiting for the carosel to buzz and rotate along the conveyer of luggage. Once they had taken ahold of Mr. Gryffon's belongings, Branneth would guide the man out of the starport and out toward the very busy arrivals street where a car had indeed been waiting for them.

The crown logo, was evident on the door panels as Mr. Branneth opened them for his charge. One last look around the starport before the Galidraani entered the car himself and shut the door. "Why don't we go grab something to eat, how about... oh," he thought a moment, "takes over to the east end docks, will you? They have one of the best Full Dosuunian breakfasts about. Recommended to me by the Concordia's commanding officer."

"I trust your trip went well?" Branneth inquired of Gryffon as friendly small talk, the government liasion got a look out the window of the car as Avalonia passed them by. "Beautiful city isn't it?"

Wes Gryffon ​