For a Purse - Republic Dominion of Cato Neimoidia

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The job was done. Not a single pirate remained standing. Those that hadn't died had thrown down their weapons and fled. The Purse Council was free to speak with the chief.

"Well, that was...eventful." Graxin called to Sinclair. "I'll leave you to this. I have other pressing matters...take care of the Chief."

With that, he turned back toward the landing pad.

(This a crap post)

 

[The End Narrator]

Right - take care of the Chief and what other pressing matters could be so important for the Jedi Lord to run off like that?

She pursed her lips in disappointment and wiped her blade against the H.E.C Armor, the crimson blood would almost drip away - being repelled by the texture of the armor fiber. She sheathed the vibroshiv and moved over yet another corpse in her wake. Apparently, the Council was free to talk to the Chief of Senate? Was it really becoming that easy? Was the Galaxy folding in after Governments made themselves known in such a manner? Potentially. Anything was possible at this point - stranger things had happened before, why not something as little resistance.

She sighed and adjusted the goggles on her head, stepping over more corpses on her way to the room where the Purse Council was being held.

Neimoidians - now this would be interesting.

 

[Geneviève Lasedri]

Geneviève hustled down the boarding ramp of Intangible, haste not exactly necessary--but the feeling was certainly in the air. This needed to be done. She was going to be quick; frank; honest; curt. Whatever they needed to convince them to rededicate themselves to the Republic. Naturally, it should not be that difficult, considering the Sith just across the block.

She was hailed by the planetary viceroy, the gruff, staccatoed speech pattern of the Neimoidians quite discernible. "Greetings, Viceroy. I'm--"

"Yes. Chief Lasedri of the Galactic Republic. We've been expecting your presence... of course." His large, black eyes made full contact with her own--a good sign.

"I'm sure you know you don't really have much to look for outside of our help." Her gaze became almost threatening. She was going to make sure they became fully aware of their paltry field of options. Republic, or Sith. "Who's it going to be, Viceroy? Us or them?"

He nodded knowingly at her and bade one of his aides to bring forth the documents to be signed. "Deliberation--there is no time for it, unfortunately. We are here to claim allegiance once more to the Galactic Republic."

"I'll need those exact words from the Purse Council, then."

 

[The End Narrator]

Wrong character.

 

[The End Narrator]

Alarice took a moment to breath before they entered the hanger - no doubt there would be some wounded brought onboard the command vessel, if they had survived.

It wasn't that she couldn't handle it, it was more she felt personally responsible for their injuries. The same way she felt personally responsible for the death of all those individuals who didn't make it. She adjusted her uniform, shrugging her shoulders as she entered the hanger bay and like she predicted - it was bustling with activity from the two downed vessels. The cries and moans of wounded echoed against the durasteel walls, once polished floors were becoming stained with chemicals, blood and other components from the wreckage of both ships.

She passed by several black bags with the Republic emblem etched into the center of it, miniature identification holographs would appear beside each one as she passed by. She would occasionally look, perhaps to see if she recognized a face or two, maybe even to see if she could find the Captain to whom she unfortunately sent to an early death.

 

[The End Narrator]

"So much for fun..." November would gesture and mutter softly as she moved behind [member="Geneviève Lasedri"]. She would move around the Council Room, looking for anything neat or unique that the silly Neimoidians tended to have - of course she wouldn't find anything. These damn Neimois always kept the good stuff locked up, no trinkets or toys to play around with while the Chief of Senate did her negotiating. November sighed heavily and moved away from a piece of artwork on a table before going over to a book shelf, examining the various artifacts and objects lined up on it.

Interesting, there was a piece commemorating the Trade Federation and the anniversary of the Naboo invasion - why was this thing still here.

November "tripped" into the book case, causing the piece to teeter and eventually fall to the floor, shattering into a dozen pieces. "Oops..." She brought a gloved hand to her lips. "So clumsy of me."

 

[Kana Truden]

The terminal clicked and hissed. A deep pitched noise climbing the ladder into something much lighter was heard and ripped through the ears of those around. Kana covered her ears. As much as she wanted to use a barrier it was way too risky considering the way the force had behaved lately. She could feel it. They all could.

“There!” Kana burst out. “Done!”

Computer panels all around the room began to light up. Consoles beeping as they slowly woke up from deep slumber. The distinct hum of electronics buzzed up around them and suddenly things felt a lot more secure.

A finger swept for the comlink in her ear. The first thing on her mind being broadcast: A very short yet content laugh. “That will be twenty credits, Kian!”

Defenses were up.

[member="Kian Karr"] [member="Jannik Morlandt"] [member="Corvus Raaf"]

 

[Jannik Morlandt]

He opened his eyes, the Force having granted him nothing, not even the feel of the structure around him. The dark was just that - dark. He sighed, as Kana announced success, and he turned around in time to see everything start to come to life. A small smile appeared on his face when she pressed at their Kel Dor friend on the matter of the wager.

"Such strange times, these are..." he said, more to himself than anyone, looking down at one of his hands, "...nothing will ever be quite the same."

His fist closed, and he looked up to the others, that smile coming back to his face.

"Well, good work," then a small pondering made him let off a short laugh, "I hope my padawan hasn't gotten bored."

[member="Kian Karr"] | [member="Corvus Raaf"] | [member="Kana Truden"] | [member="Uri Aureleos"]​

 

[Corvus Raaf]

Corvus reflected that she'd done little here. Others had seized the initiative and perhaps she was over-protective of her new Padawan and skirted the real dangers.

But the outcome seemed assured and that was the key thing. And so many Jedi and Republic military had done such a fine job she was in a reflective mood about how so many had written them off. And most importantly for Corvus, [member="Avalore Eden"] would be able to rebuild her Academy - and that felt very, very good.

 

[Kana Truden]

"Strange times indeed." Kana looked over at [member="Jannik Morlandt"] and [member="Corvus Raaf"] as she reflected on something. "People disappearing and nobody really knows why."

"I have my suspicion on the where, but not on the why." Kana raised her right hand for her cheek.

"Before all this, before everyone just seemingly upped and disappeared me and Corvus had been on Ossus. Things went dark for like a second and suddenly there I was in this weird, really uncomfortable place. It felt dark and there was no force there. There were boiling puddles of blood everywhere and people kept wandering in there. Aimlessly."

Kana took a deep breath, this must sound so crazy. "Millions, billions of people just wandering a waste of blood without purpose or destination. Some more aware of the situation than others, but still a majority seemed to be content to just wander."

 

[Jannik Morlandt]

"Ah," and that was all he said for a moment, then: "The ship I came in, the Aurora Hawk... it belongs to a... friend. She too disappeared. Perhaps where she ended up was not unlike where you went to."

His right hand posed on the lower half of his face a moment, against the rough shadow of stubble that had grown there. His brow creased, but for what reason he wouldn't say. Voicing some commonality with what [member="Kana Truden"] had described to instances in his long memory would only breed questions.

"Why, indeed," and the hand dropped, his gaze drifting to [member="Corvus Raaf"], "though if you're now here... others may return as well. That's very promising, very hopeful."

Maybe this... lack of 'sense' would be over with, sooner or later.

 

[Kian Karr]

"Done!" Kian declared as he watched the Republic slicers seize control of the system. As he said the words, however, heard the crash of the entrance door fall away and the footsteps of the pirates rushing into the corridor.

"Damn." Kian said and ignited his lightsaber, stepping into the doorway. The pirates hesitated when they saw the yellow blade of Kian's lightsaber. "Throw down your weapons." Kian said, authoritatively and lacing his words with the force. "The city is no longer yours, you can turn yourselves in.....or you can fight." Kian said matter of factly and leaned forward, his blade extended before him.

For a moment in time it looked like this would turn into a blood bath, but then the men calmed and one by one they dropped their weapons. Kian smiled, happy that it had come to a peaceful resolution and lead the out from the building.

"Twenty creds it is." Kian replied over the comms to [member="Kana Truden"] and @Jannick Mortlandt, a broad smile on his face.

[member="Alarice Mollari"]

 

[Kiyron]

The dropships landed on the edge of the city and the troops hurried out, securing the streets, and making sure there was no more resistance. Kiyron strode out of the first one and stepped aside as tech crews carried out portions of a forward command post. Based on the reports he was no receiving, things were going well.

"Send reconnaissance droids to all the infrastructure locations in the city. Make sure they're not occupied by pirates or primed to detonate."

"Yes, sir." Several Overwatch droids buzzed up into the air and headed away to different portions, data being synced to the now constructed forward command post.

"Send squads to check the main transportation routes and secure any exits or entrances. Lock down the space-port. We don't want any pirates trying to escape."

Kiyron leaned against the console, studying the information as it flooded through the displays. Things were on the upswing now.