Divided We Fall [Open to all but One Sith and their Allies]

[Siobhan Kerrigan]

Siobhan Kerrigan finally arrived in the by now rather full conference room. Some people she knew, some she did not know, some she would sort of like to slap. Like [member="Aurelia Saelari"]. There was bound to be a 'dramatic' speech. At least the woman did that thing well.



Anyhow, she gave [member="HK-36"] a respectful nod as she limped inside. Despite her disability outwardly she appeared as indomitable and weathered as ever. Chin held high as befitted her station, face grim. She noted the woman who based on what she knew was [member="Rosa Gunn"] and approached her. Siobhan admittedly knew very little about her, beyond her having been a Jedi who fought at Roche and later left the Order and now seemed to be with the Levantines, though the exact circumstances were something she was not privy to.


After all, Siobhan had left the Order's ranks long before the great exodus, which some called the Fourth Great Schism, and her reasons had been quite different from those who were often called conscientous objectors. Regardless, that was not of relevance and she extended her hand towards her. "Countess Siobhan Kerrigan, Firemane Industries. Thanks for the invitation." Also former head of Omega Pyre, former Exarch, Butcher of Roche, Chaos Goddess...oh, wait, listing up titles is a bit pompous!

 

[Moira Skaldi]

There was war and slaughter! At long last the terrible reign of Star Peace had been overthrown. The fact that it was a protracted, bloody war made things even better. After all, war was good for business. Well, except for those companies who would lose money in the inevitable recession that accompanied war, especially their aftermaths.



Anyhow, 'Nalia Alderana', co-director of Archangel was attending the meeting as well. The firm had pledged to aid the Republic after all. She was not doing so in person since there was the risk that it might be discovered that she was...not really human, despite how sophisticated her infiltration protocols were. So she was attending this meeting per hologram from her office on Corellia. As has been mentioned here and there, she looked differently and thus old Omegan 'comrades' like [member="HK-36"] would not recognise her.


The same applied to the so called battering ram, Siobhan Kerrigan. Apparently she had survived getting spaced, which Moira/Nalia found rather annoying. She blamed the power of force plot. But then she was probably going to death charge Sith again soon.


Anyhow the shimmering hologram of Ms. Alderana adressed Ms [member="Rosa Gunn"], who seemed to have called the meeting. The thought that the Sith had seized Coruscant and that the Jedi Temple had been destroyed generated a feeling that was a close approximation of amusement inside the droid. Unlike virtually everyone else here she had no invest in the conflict beyond wanting it to be long, bloody and profitable. It was most pleasing to see the organics at each others' throat after Star Peace had reigned for so long. "Nalia Alderana, representing Archangel Research and Design."

 

[Gilamar Skirata]

It wasn't surprising that he had not been noticed. Gilamar lacked the usual fanfare of the Mand'alor now that he was confined to his repulsorchair. With no armor that commanded attention and with little to say in jest the way he was now, he had quietly glided in behind several guests. His hands were folded over his lap neatly, his cold eyes watched as the other guests wandered in. How big was this meeting to be? The protectorate presence was overwhelming and he wasn't sure if they would have room for Popo the Hutt if he decided to show.

 

[Siara Kai]

It was always good to be in the know.

Can't stop the signal -- that's what [member="Jonathon Patches"] would always say. Granted, that was a different lifetime ago.

The young brunette would not be part of the actual collection of individuals partaking of such a grand meeting. Instead, her area of expertise would see to allowing a method of gleaning as much information as she could from it.

Whispers were whispers, and in her position, one couldn't simply ignore the fact that the One Sith were causing a stir. Siara had a vested interest in seeing just what was going on -- and information, sweetheart, was the way to make a living in these times.

Few would know her real name, others would be mere aliases, but Siara Kai had personally trained under Jonathon Patches, and she had vital information that could be traded-- for a price.

Granted, she'd also been known to give things for free just to right a wrong.

Circe Savan learned that very well.

Careful slicing and the use of micro surveillance droids would be used to find out the goings on of such a get together. And let's be honest, the thought of the great giants actually trying to work together brought a rather amusing thought to the broker's mind.

Devilry would spark in her hazel eyes.

I wonder who will draw first blood?

 

[Aeron Kreelan]

Aeron wouldn't be standing toe to toe with the rest of the greats. Her holographic image would shimmer in alongside that of the Lord Protectors -- only she'd be seen twirling a rather deadly looking trench knife in her hands.

The Icarii would have a steely expression, the tangled length of her dyed blonde hair up swept at the crown of her head, coming down in two toned colors of umber and gold.

Were they to ask for her to identify herself, it would be a terse reply. "Aeron Kreelan, Prex of Omega Pyre." the Pyre; the Private Military Contractor created and led by the late Lady Protector herself. A PMC company that had no direct relation nor adherence to orders by the Protectorate -- they were their own entity. A business.

And while still a business that ran under Cira's model of neutrality and lawful adherence to what was right -- it didn't mean that those who held the Lady Protector in high regard were not out for blood.

 

[Serah Oricion]

Yusan slowly walked into the area, each step accompanied by the sound of the cane he carried and his eyes focusing from one person to another with a light smile on his face as something all too familiar crossed his mind as his body ended up near [member="Ayden"] Catar and @HK-36. "Well, it seems things are going to be very interesting as of late..." Finding the face of one [member="Aurelia Saelari"] and letting his smile grow wider as he laughed to himself. "And it seems the Republic are here... joy." He walked over towards this Miss Gunn and gave her his own bow, eyes closed as he did so and his body freezing for a moment before he rose. "Yusan Fenn, at your service miss."

[member="Rosa Gunn"]

 

[Kiskla Grayson-Matteo]

Introductions were in order. Sometimes, Kiskla wished she was pompous enough to have someone announce her title for her. Nevertheless, her own speech would have to bubble forth.

When it appeared her time to speak, the young blonde did so; sliding into a seat near [member="Rosa Gunn"] as she did so. But not so near that her wide-bellied companion (@Popo) would have difficulty navigating through the room. Somewhere in the middle; juuus right.

Maybe they could all just wear name tags next time? Little lapels?
"Kiskla Grayson, Grandmaster of the Jedi Order."

 

[Serah Oricion]

[member="Kiskla Grayson"] [member="Rosa Gunn"] [member="Popo"]

His smile only grew as he heard the words and turning his head his eyes focused on Popo himself. Something would be very different though, Yusan held no more love or kindness in his eyes, his eyes only showed a mix of humor and even more so Hate. Not for teh hutt though, that much was clear in his speech. "Hello Chancellor, you are certainly a sight for sore eyes, i apologize for my abrupt leaving, i had to do something that was not being done... Mind if i take a seat here." He walked towards a seat near Popo, he wasn't part of the republic anymore, but it was still his home no matter who he fought for and he would see if the man that he had seen become chancellor had changed because of recent events or not.

 

[The End Narrator]

"No, because I'm sitting there." She motioned [member="Yusan Fenn"] away. "Incom Corporation has business here, unlike individuals who flee from office like cowards." She sat down quietly. "And deal with questionable individuals and don't clear their flight logs." She mused and pulled her datapad out and placed it infront of her. She had not been seen or heard from since Alderaan, so who knew where she had been or what she had been up to.

[member="Popo"], [member="Kiskla Grayson"]

 

[Serah Oricion]

[member="Alyesa Praxon-Organa"] [member="Popo"]

Yusan's eyes fell on the Exiled princess and for half a second he almost said something he would have certainly regretted, but he held his tongue and let the thought cross his mind instead. 'Oh look, the one who failed to protect her home...' He breathed in after the thought and looked back at Popo, bowing to him. "Im sure that things are going well, if ever i can help Chancellor, the Republic is still my home, and i would give my life for it over and over again until i am nothing more than a broken shell." His Hands closed tight as he glanced at the woman once more, and this time the hate in his eyes did have a target, and if possible a single thought would be transferred to her. "A Traitor in mind is one thing, and a traitor in body is another, your accusations are groundless."

 

[Aika Kawakami]

One of the holoterminals within the room crackled to life, an image appearing within the light. A woman, fingers interlaced and locked before her as she cleared her throat, a few seconds of silence following.

"This is Jedi Councillor, Aika Kawakami of the Silver Jedi. This message is to inform you that, while we understand big picture, we will not be attending your summit. We separated from the Jedi Order because of their association with the Republic, and the continued corruption that was only growing worse by the day. In the time since the split, it is obvious that no change has been made, or possibly even attempted. That said, we will continue to save as many lives and protect those that we can. However, we will not become a support beam for a Republic that cans seemingly no longer stand on its own feet. If this should lead to further suspicion about our allegiances, then so be it. But, should a new day dawn or should any of you in attendance wish to ask for our assistance in stopping the plight that is the Sith, feel free to contact us. We wish our best, and may the Force be with you all."

The transmission cut out just as her words ceased, the light from the terminal dying out.

 

[Thurion Heavenshield]

He'd assisted [member="Rosa Gunn"] in setting up this meeting, but Thurion would not participate himself unless asked to. He was confident Rosa could cope with the situation herself, and so he would assume the role of peacekeeper and, if the need was to arise, act as bouncer. If things got too heated, he would step in. For now, however, he'd stand aside to take in the scenery of so many representatives from so many seats of governments in one place. A highly-sought target to the One Sith, no doubt, which is why he'd chosen to be in charge of security for the occasion. There were no guards inside the locale other than himself, and outside there were guards stationed, some of which out in the open and others hidden.

His hands clasped behind his back, he would patrol the large room at a sauntering pace, checking for any signs of danger.

 

[The End Narrator]

-Be proper, be courteous and be respectful. Regardless of the unethical, uncouth behavior you might have picked up in the Senate, always remember who you are.-

The words of her cousin echoed in her mind as she turned to face [member="Yusan Fenn"] and smiled, blinking a few times as she did. "I humbly apologize, I must have offended you. I recently lost my home so my behavior is a bit un-lady like." She would rise from her seat. "My mother, the Queen would be most disappointed in my behavior regardless of our current situation." She offered yet another smile before resuming her place next to @Popo.

 

[Serah Oricion]

[member="Alyesa Praxon-Organa"]

That... let Yusan confused and he stood there as she said that with a dumb look on his face as he tried to figure out what the massive change in wording was. "I...uh... what?" He stood there still and frowned once more as he still tried to figure out if she was mocking him or not. "You...uh thank you. I am sorry about Alderaan though to be honest, and contrary to belief miss Organa, if ever there is a time i can help the republic i would ask you not hesitate in realizing that i will do so."

 

[Beowoof]

Rasmus was not the type to say many words. Not that he had a limited vocabulary. He was ingrained in the military process and syntax, bred to utilize monosyllabic words as much as possible and refer to anything else only by acronyms and initials. The less you talk, the more awesome you sound.

Anyone who knew Rasmus "Bottlecap" Bridjek would find it odd that he was present for this convention. It was only a few weeks ago that he had been awarded highest honors for non-magic people at the Battle of Alderaan XIII, scuffing up his black Stormtrooper plastic and braving the Jedi handwavium and being an overall cool guy because he did not look at the explosions. But no one did know Bottlecap, so no one would know that he had just defected from the faction in question today.

The Stormie vet took a peek at his knock-off 'expensive' timepiece and noted that the hands were pointed exactly at Coruscant. "Right on time. If I had a credit for all the times I've said that, I would be only slightly richer than I am now." That is to say, Bottlecap was not rich at all. The spacefare gets you both ways, even if you are a frequent flyer.

Rasmus rounded the table and selected the seat opposite and just to the left of [member="Aurelio Murtix"]. Politics were not exactly his specialty, but he had his specialty suit. The Empire always did teach people to dress nicely. The One Sith were such slobs. The Republic knew what they were talking about when it came to formalities. That meant there was still hope to restore the glorious Imperium. Perhaps today marked the beginning of the return to glory.

 

[Popo]

[member="Kiskla Grayson"] [member="Yusan Fenn"] [member="Alyesa Praxon-Organa"]

Popo slithered up onto the cushion where he was supposed to sit and appreciated the thoughtfulness of a Hutt-seat set out for him. It was the little things in life that made the difference, it seemed.

"I am Popo," he said politely. Most knew who he was at this point and he felt it was superfluous and somewhat pompous to state his title or what he did and such. If they knew him, they knew who he was. If not, then, hopefully, they'd be more frank and honest. There was too much deference to titles nowadays in his opinion.

The massive Hutt glanced at Yusan Fenn, the former senator. Popo didn't know why the man had left and, if he were honest, was too busy to care fully. The human hadn't stolen Republic money, technology, equipment, or sold Republic Information to anyone so far, which meant the Hutt could really care less where the small human went. That said, he still had the Republic intelligence agencies keep tabs on the former Senator. Better safe than sorry.

"A pleasure to see you again," the Hutt said politely. "The Republic always values its loyal soldiers, this war being no different."

He managed to catch the tail end of the holomessage from the Silver Jedi Order and gave a slow blink.. He glanced at Kiskla, still slow blinking.

"Oh no," he said, his voice monotone and seemingly saddened. "It appears the Silver Jedi have no wish to stop the genocidal and bloodthirsty One Sith. This is most distressing."

 

[Serah Oricion]

[member="Popo"]

Yusan was puzzled as he heard Popo's words and looked back at where the transmission had sounded. "Uh Chancellor, didn't they say they would help with the Sith, i didn't exactly catch it all but im sure i heard that much and that is something i would certainly be happy to see so i am sure my brain isnt playing tricks on me..."

 

[The End Narrator]

"Unfortunately, Supreme Chancellor, if we do not stop them and they reach the Silver Jedi..." She shrugged lightly. "They won't have a choice and there may not be anyone left to help them out." She shrugged, as drastic as it sounded, heroes were dying daily and it was no hidden secret that they would continue to die. "I think if we let petty politics stand in the way of the greater good and the bigger picture, the Galaxy will burn."

She turned to [member="Yusan Fenn"] and sighed. "But they basically shunned an Alliance and aiding those who have sacrificed so much, and for what? Political agenda."

 

[Rosa Gunn]

Rosa looked up, picking on the rising tension. She watched the bickering pair carefully until it tailed off into nothing. Smiling as the last of her expected guests arrived.

"Grandmaster," she said inclining her head "Supreme Chancellor, I'm glad you could join us." She looked up as a representative form the Silver Jedi flicked to life on one of the holoprojectors. Rosa "Councillor," she said trying to interject and failing. As the woman came to the end of her message she tried again. "Councillor Kawakami, I ask you to reconsider, this is not just-" the transmission cut out and Rosa sighed "Damnit." she muttered, glancing briefly towards [member="Thurion Heavenshield"]. He was closer to them than she, maybe he could reach out to them after this was done.

Drawing in a deep breath, Rosa exhaled, letting go of her own concerns and extended her senses to the rest of the room, looking to pick up on emotions, catch tensions before they spilled over. A hand moved to the table, sending a signal to [member="Ayden Cater"] that the meeting was beginning. Once his hologram flickered to life Rosa began.

"Firstly, I would like to thank all of you for coming. The threat that the One Sith pose, affects us all. This is not entirely about supporting the Republic in their plight, it is about securing our future. Something that the Silver Jedi seemed to have misunderstood. I'd rather we didn't linger on the why." she glanced towards the Republic group. Trust them to use this opportunity for public sleights.

"For those of you that don't know me, my name is Rosa Gunn. I have no titles, no strong political standing. I am from Sanctum space, I have served the Republic in the past and I have fought against the Sith plenty of times before. I organised this summit, because we need to work together. The One Sith have made it perfectly clear that they are not a force that will be easily pushed aside. They have won every battle save for one."

She looked towards [member="Popo"] and the blue flickering holoprojection of Ayden. "Supreme Chancellor, Lord Protector. As leaders of the two nations that have spearheaded this fight, can you or your representatives tell us what we have learnt about the in these battles?"

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[member="Kiskla Grayson"] @Yusan Fenn [member="Alyesa Praxon-Organa"]

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[member="Bottlecap"] [member="Aika Kawakami"] [member="Aeron Kreelan"] [member="Siara Kai"] [member="Gilamar Skirata"] [member="Siobhan Kerrigan"][member="Moira Skaldi"] [member="Mrrew"] [member="HK-36"] [member="Kalizka"] [member="Aurelia Saelari"] [member="Callisto Scarlett"] [member="Olivia Dem'adas"] [member="Noah Corek"] [member="Olidiv Kenu"] [member="Coric Adromak"] [member="The Dark Templar"] [member="Aurelio Murtix"] [member="Roth Tillian "]

 

[Olivia Dem'adas]

Olivia sat silent and still in her corner of the room. Sitting up strait, back pressed firmly against the back of the chair, Olivia waited with eyes closed and arms folded in front of her. So far, she was not impressed.

She heard each of them enter. The sound their shoes made, be they combat boots, heavy armor, expensive dress shoes, high heels, or flats. Olivia listened to the different sound each pair of shoes made, listened to the wearer announce themselves, and listened to the subtle noises made when they took their seat.

So far, Olivia was far from impressed by the attendance roster. Toy soldiers, men pretending to be saviors and protectors, some fool mercenary in ridiculously heavy and bulky armor that could only be durasteel... Politicians and noblewomen, titans of industry, and a Jedi master came next. She reserved judgement on this group of arrivals. She knew all too well that the value of a leader was not based on titles, appearances, and paychecks... But on words and actions.

There was now potential here for progress to be made. Opening her eyes, Olivia scanned the room and the new arrivals. Mand'alor Skirata had chosen to attend in person instead of holocom. It sickened her to see him here in his current condition. Not for any concern for the man, but because he made the clans look weak.

The sound of numerous repulsors echoed through the hallways leading to the meeting room. Olivia glanced at the door expecting a gaggle of menials to bring a table of refreshments into the room. With luck, they would have a supply of hot tea. Hopefully tanna.

Olivia arched an eyebrow when the sound coming from the hallway presented itself in all its multi-ton glory. Olivia had never seen [member="Popo"] in person before. She had seen plenty of Hutts, and had seen plenty of ridiculous attempts at putting large animals in combat armor... But to see a hut in armor... Beskar from the looks of it. And so large a hutt at that. It was almost a shock to the system.

Olivia watched the slug like a predator watching its meal. That the Republic was so desperate for leadership it had turned to a crime lord from Nal Hutta was pathetic enough. That the gamble had worked was nearly appalling. Senate reform, military up-arming, and removing the social generals (jedi) from the military had all been first on his list for the Republic.

He alone was responsible for the Republic being a threat to the clans, and there was nothing she'd rather do that rip the filthy criminal's fat tongue out with her own two hands. But by the taung, the Hutt was the only thing keeping the Republic from bowing before the Sith en-mass. So she'd at least hear what the hutt had to say.