Junction Crisis on Kuat Part I - Sedition | NIO - Euceron GA - Myomar

[Maijan Paisea]

TASK FORCE XESH

THE ILLUSIONIST
KUAT | DRIVEYARDS | RINGS
Rexus Wenck

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Silence came through her comms, and Maijan made a face. It was quiet enough to hear the ruckus from the security station above.

"This is uh, the security office! Situation normal! Just had a technical fault with the emergency seal up 'ere!"
"We'll uh, just take a minute, go back to your uh, your business. And we'll be back to ours. Cool?"

Even the speech — despite being so close to its conclusion — started to slow distractedly. Lucio glanced back at his propaganda manager. Ingram shrugged and encouraged him to remain undeterred. Nothing had stopped him yet. Nothing would stop him. Gaye Struss seemed to agree with that direction and folded his arms behind his back. But Struss kept his eyes upward.

Urgently, Maijan moved from her spot and began to pull at threads within the White Current’s tapestry.

Lucio Jarlman’s speech ended, at the same time, the crowd erupted in a roar loud enough to sound jovial and enthusiastic — as if they believed the comms that had broadcasted the malfunction. They had nothing to lose! They were going to be making more money! The suits were going to accommodate their demands!

The fists striking the air provided enough ruckus for Maijan to do her work as she moved from the scene and moved past the makeshift stage. A thick blanket of the White Current wrapped up Lucio, Gaye, and Kari. They didn’t know, there wasn’t time to tell them. As they moved back behind the giant shipping container to corroborate and discuss the next steps, three other versions of themselves, illusions, stepped on the crate and continued to celebrate with the crowd applauding.

Undulations were the only tell for the falsities, but with the joviality of the collected crowd, it could have been sheer volume giving the shakes to the people.

Meanwhile, Maijan hurried up to the source of the mishap. By now, she’d convinced herself the noise had been the source of the stress within The Force. Step by step, she climbed, ascending to the floor above with loud thuds with heavy feet.

She collected her breath, closed her eyes, centred herself, and dropped a hand to her hip to draw out the first of a few of her armaments: A blaster rifle. It wasn't particularly huge or fun but it'd do the trick.

Armed, she stepped one shoulder around the doorway, peeking in, and then committing to a full standing in the doorway. Oh, this was bad.

“You’re all pretty tall for police force.”

 

[Faith Organa]

Tags: Aerarii Tithe Auteme Annasari Mirana Praji Mazik Stazi Elizie Athacorr Seto Du Couteau Madelyn Lowe

Faith began to think back to a time what seemed long ago now when her mother was Queen and Alderaan sought to be free of the Republic. A Republic which had changed so much in years, and the acts of the one person against all of the corporations of the Republic. A Republic which only wanted the wealth of each of the planets under its flag to push forth their message and broaden their gaze.

For a moment Faith thought she could step inside the mind of Julius Loghain was he doing this for the betterment of his world, or was there more. What were the reasons again? She knew Julius as a PIA, aggressive but he wasn't ignorant.

What had been said. Send a clear message that the Alliance was in control of the Core. Succumb to those of the North, the Maw and the NIO. If Kuat falls the Core falls Alderaan, Balmorra a domino effect. maybe. But wait...had Faith missed a key piece of information. While the others continued their discussions Faith began to concentrate on events within the Alliance. The tax breaks for certain would hurt anyone that dealt with anyone but the Alliance. Every effort had been made that those loyal the Alliance would benefit from their loyalty, which meant anyone who wasn't Alliance did not benefit but it wasn't just manufactured good it would also be raw materials, like phrik, durosteel, durocrete...electronics, everything within the Alliance Umbrella went nowhere but to Alliance loyal businesses.

Faith sat back her mind trying to recall the map and trade routes, and what would she do, what did they do? They found a stronger ally one that would agree to their agenda, and provide a benefit. Alderaan goods going where Alderaan wanted, with Mandalorian protection.

Then there was the Sith incursion to Coruscant, surely that would shake the faith of anyone within the Alliance. It did and they had tried to build faith again but when you're small, with limited military to protect you, and the one who is supposed to protect you can't protect themselves.

oh my she thought, it's economics and preservation...the Imperials are Kuats Mandalorians that allow them to work with whomever they want. Kuat the largest shipbuilder in the galaxy is locked within Alliance Space with Alliance allies all around. Shipbuilders are like weapons dealers they want to deal with everyone. War is profitable, ships are profitable. Julius can't sell to anyone except the Alliance. But how does he get the goods off Kuat....hyper lanes, he doesn't need to cross Alliance space he can just jump the cargo to wherever the customer is.

The Alliance doesn't want to lose Kuat. There weren't a lot of worlds who could afford to build fleets to protect their home worlds, but then most worlds were under the protection of the Alliance....Alliance Fleets....which are spread thin...and can't afford another front to fight a war.

She looked to Aerarii Tithe , "Chancellor you are good with debits and credits, what can you offer Julius that would entice him to stay with the Alliance? Knowing that his world's main source of income can only have one true customer the Alliance"

She might get that look of what, did you just wake up and join us? Or have you been sleeping this whole time? But sometimes it took her time to catch up.

 

[Monos]

K U A T

WAR HOGS BLACK OPS - REBEL ALLIANCE
Outro.

Thane Phaineve Halseigh Traden Avarice

"Just watch the news sometime soon and you'll find out."

The upside-down Anzellan's eyes darted between his teammate, Phaineve Halseigh and the hostage-taker. Based on the infiltrator's responses and erratic body movements, Mox felt he sank his hook deep with his analysis. 'Sure,' he thought, 'contraband it can be. But random criminal probably would not scratch off serial code. Why would they care if some Imp got in trouble? Ol' Quint seems to agree, poor pal. Can't help 'im now.' Nonetheless, he stayed put, right now beginning to feel the effects of too much blood pouring into his head.

And then, the unknown infiltrator, as well as his hostage, Quintus Verone, disappeared into the night, rappelling down the side of the building, right off of the balcony. With a flick of his ankle, the magnetizing force ceased, and the small creature hopped down from the durasteel ceiling, landing on his feet. He straightens up and slowly walks over to the hook of the infiltrator's grapple that is affixed to the balcony's railing. He could tamper with it, but he must let the stranger go. There is still a chance of rescuing Verone. He cannot be sent to his death just for some additional information. With a bit of luck, the War Hogs already have enough info on their hands to justify this difficult call. Only time will tell. He instead takes out his datapad and turns back to Ladybird.

Click. – Saved conversation, in audio. – The high-pitched voice is heard as he slides the datapad back into one of his many tactical pouches. – Let's report this to Traden Avarice he know what to do. – Little Mox's tone was rather somber compared to his usual demeanor. The weight of a possible failure was a heavy burden to bear, especially in such mysterious circumstances. 'Was this really New Imperial Spy?' He pondered on, just as the building's measly security burst into the apartment. 'But if he is not…' Ladybird and Mox either have nothing to show in exchange for a stolen VIP, or have something that is bigger than all of the War Hogs and the Rebel Alliance.

Mox climbs back onto the handrail and gazes over Kuat's opulent vista; its artificial planetary ring a halo of beauty just above the city skyline. He lets out a worried sigh with the stranger's final words constantly echoing in his head. – Let's go, Ladybird. Afraid troubles just beginning.​