Four Corners [Republic Dominion of Brentaal IV]

[Liliane]

Location: Surface of Brentaal IV | Location Unknown
Objective: ?
Allies: The Galactic Republic
Enemies: N/A
Post: [ 05/20 ]

She turned her head left, where she thought she heard something, even though a moment ago, she'd been quite sure there was nobody else nearby. She had to be careful and not let anything fool her. There were most likely no Sith on the planet, which was nice, but she imagined there were people who did not want their planet to become a part of the Republic and who did everything to stop that from happening.

Her blue blade ignited as she started walking towards the source of the noise she'd heard. She was no investigator, but the situation had made her interested of what could have been there. Perhaps a pirate? A smuggler? Some criminal? No idea.

The steps she took were slow, steady, yet rather long while her eyes were attached to the direction. A little bit of Force Sense could have come handy, but she felt like she would need to use her powers a lot more that day, so it was better not to use anything that could pointlessly tire her.

And then the noise came again, this time very close to her.

 

[Jacen Voidstalker]

Objective: B (Operation Q Boat)
Location: Dummy freighter
Allies: [member="Sabena Shai"]
Enemies: [member="Xenia Nastassia"]

“Starboard! Starboard! Starboard!” came the clipped military shout over the intercom. There was a commotion as the Republic Jedi marched between the ranks of soldiers towards that side of the hall. “Ten seconds, move, move, move!”

Jacen took up position at the head of a column of soldiers. There weren’t that many in total behind him, but that was understandable. In the dark narrow corridors in the belly of the freighter, many small groups were favoured. The aim was to surround the enemy sections, cut them off and force them to surrender.

He took one final, deep diaphragmatic breath. His saber came to his hand and with a snap-hiss it activated.

The section leader behind him did quick comm check to ensure Jacen could hear them; there was no point trying to shout in the heat of battle. He then spoke: “Alright Jedi. Combat is one hundred metres straight ahead. They’ve got light rifles, some fletchette launchers, nothing too heavy.”

“Roger that,” Jacen replied. The door before him slid open. To his sides Jedi started to lead out their troops, many groups taking stairs up or down levels as they left the sealed cargo bay. Jacen stepped forwards, keeping his saber before him, ready to act on the will of the Force. The pirates were about to get a surprise.

 

[Macharius Solaire]

[member="Ordon Trozky"] @Faith Balor-Organa [member="Geneviève Lasedri"] [member="Persephone Callas"] [member="Aliannah Sophia Filia"] [member="Cecily de Demici"]

One thing that annoyed Macharius more than anything was the wasting of his time. He was always extremely busy and sitting around doing nothing at at his core like metal eating bacteria on a starship. Senator Solaire rapped his fingers back and forth on the table ahead. Trozky had yet to show. The man who represented this world seemed to be a good for nothing lout as far as Mach was concerned now. Another agonizing minute passed before he finally broke, tossing back his head in annoyance. Pushing back the chair the black suited man stood tall among his peers. "Prime Minister, fellow Senators". Macharious gestured out with both arms, looking to his left then right. "I know this is an important day. But this delay whatever it may be of Trozky is something I find unacceptable. There hasn't even been a message from the man to say anything of absence or whatever. If he does not show his face here in the next five minutes or communicate I say we contact House Curovao to negotiate with. My time is precious, as is all of yours. So who here will side with me"?

Meanwhile back at the Spaceport. The Denonian Commander and his troops were working on the communications system so the Senator could contact the multitude of operations being conducted without any interference. The dish was up, as was the other hardware and most cables attached to the power source that the ship was going to provide. The Commander was getting pushy for results already. "Anders is that soldering done yet"?

"Yes sir, finished and the memory chips installed too. I think we just need to unbox and instal the cpu and thermal paste. And we can fire it up and check the system". Anders wiped some grime off his hands. He was good at his job. Being a technician and a soldier was kind of nice. Even better since he was in Solaires retinue. Better food and housing, and it kept them off the front lines. If only the Commander wasn't a hardarse.

"Bout time". The Commander tossed down a datapad on a crate rather forcefully. If a crate could explode from shear fear of him it would have. Sadly such things rarely happen in reality. "Get it out and installed. I'll contact Alpha Primary and tell him we'll be up in thirty".

 

[Liliane]

Location: Surface of Brentaal IV | Exact Location Unknown
Objective: ?
Allies: The Galactic Republic
Enemies: N/A
Post: [ 06/20 ]

Lilin turned to the noise, prepared for whatever could have been there. Yet the noise was nothing evil. Just a little innocent, aimless animal she didn't even recognize. It looked like she had been a little bit too careful; maybe she should have relaxed a little bit. After all, the Republic was mostly welcomed to the planet and probably there were not too many people who were against the faction gaining control over the world. Compared to One Sith, the Republic was like an utopia to live in, she imagined.

She sighed and ignited her lightsaber.

There had to be something to do nearby, whatever if could have been. If she were to repair a ship (which she really disliked doing and had not talent at), she would have done that. Just so that she would have to do something. It was difficult to do absolutely nothing useful after having worked so much lately.

Did holidays really feel like that? If that was the case, she did not want to have any holidays for a long time.

Her eyes turned to the direction she'd looked at before. Perhaps if she walked down that road, she'd get to somewhere near the rest of the Republic and its members? She could maybe even participate in diplomatic talks, fight against people, do whatever. So that she would be useful.

Her legs started moving towards the direction, taking her to what lied ahead.

 

[Xenia Nastassia]

Pirates.​

​

Objective 2.​

[2/20]​

Brentaal IV;
Pirate Space;
Ginivex Cockpit.

Alies: Da pirates.
Enemies: @Jacen Voidstalker @Ater Notechis [member="Gir Quee"] [member="Faith Balor-Organa"] [member="Torin Varik"] [member="Sabena Shai"]

Numbers, at least in bleak horrific scales, weren't ever a pirate's primary strength. Massive factions, the Republic, the Sith, they had real numbers. Swarms of ships, hundreds and thousands of willing to die pilots, flying stock made craft. The pirates, the scum, the skulkers, smugglers, bandits, and raiders had strengths in other places. They had weapons and systems, gear and tactical information which could only be found in the deepest black markets. Modified cloaking devices, or upgraded sublight drives. Buffered armor, and detrimental war heads, but nothing uniform. No "stealth squad" or "attack formation." In its place, a large load of cocky men and cockier women. Claiming victory before it came with the same assurance as a known cheater; playing for fowls and broken rules. For it seemed good, law abiding, respectful opponents never resorted to fowl play or dirty tricks. Not dirty tricks, to be clear, though honest ones were to be expected. Xenia's fingers rasped against the display screen at her forefront, resting most of her weight against the mechanized and interactive surface area. She remained like this, paused in a self induced paralysis, until her own intercom channels crackled to life. And on their rough waves, the dry and broken noise of Jecken, one of those with a bit more influence among the cluster.

<<Seismic charges are arriving-->>

And before even he finished, three larger starfighter class starships pulled in from hyperspace, illuminated by the light Brentaal reflected from its powerful sun. Shadows danced over their wide hulls in approach, apparently the carriers of Jecken's supposed seismic charges. Sonic mines as Xenia referred to them, terrible weapons capable of dealing large scale damage; but flawed in that they relied on luck. Skilled pilots and more maneuverable craft could sometimes evade their sheer power. Capital ships, freighter classes, they'd suffer.

<<Who's ready for a fight, boys?>>
<<Ay!>>
<<That's right.>> <<Ay!>>

<<Well...? Let's go shake 'er hands!>>

<<Ahah!>>
<<Boss?>>
<<... Jecken, you blind bat, we can't even see 'em yet.>>

<<Sooo... let's make ourselves available...>> <<Ayay!>>

<<One step ahead of you.>>
<<Ya'll 'er gettin' slow.>>

Xenia didn't bother answer herself, nor call off in any kind of boisterous display in loyalty. Of course it was a terrible idea, abandoning cover and moving into the open space to await the fleets and real hordes looming just there beyond. That said, she was surprised to see that even in their brashness they weren't without wit. A good chunk of the fighters moved out of the debris field, surrounding the seismic charge equipped craft in a maddening whirl. Without reporting the conversation specifics, there was a great deal of sarcastic jeering and ego-competitive jabs. As if each saw this as a game and a good chance to show off. Almost none of them had ever faced the Republic's fist so they were in for an awakening.

<<Xenia, you'll accompany us won't you?>>

"Bastard," she replied.

Thrusters firing, Xenia pulled alongside Jecken's own, larger vessel and nodded through the view port. About 40% of their 'fleet' had broken out of cover and out from behind the moon's shadow, leaving a 60% reserves to draw from. They were planning a battle of attrition, drawing it out until they could secure the upper hand through way of chaotic methods and berserker weapons.

<<Show yourself, 'pubs.>>






Summary: 40% of the pirate's fleet breaks off to protect three starfighters which arrived carrying seismic charges. The other 60% still hides behind the debris field of previous ships and the shadows of Brentaal IV's two moons.

 

[Ilias Nytrau]

-- Objective Three --​

Trade Hall
Cormond, Brentaal IV
Post 2 of 20

There were subfactions withn the overrule of Brentaal's lords. While most cared not whom they aligned with, there were some that were keen to remain neutral, having had a taste of it in recent years, and were very aggressive in their stance. This was the ugly side of his position, but one he had to weather. Whatever anxiety this delay caused the young Brentaalan lord was unseen by the man whom had seen fit to accost him - a thing that would be investigated later, the teen being held by his own security contingent, which was largely unseen unless needed. The lords of Brentaal did not show their full hands so easily, and rooting out the supporter or supporters of these increasingly unpeaceable acts would not be a simple affair.

Nothing ever was in the politics of this world. He bit back a sigh as he and the young page approached the Republic contingent he was kept from meeting for a rather unacceptable twenty minutes. The page began to step ahead as was protocol, but Ordon clapped a hand down on his shoulder.

"I won't have you apologizing on my behalf, Ardin Kolasse," he murmured.

Patting the shoulder he grasped, he moved beyond the teen. Nothing against the boy. Moreso it was a matter of his personal image, and that image had already been tainted today by upstarts. He looked to one man in particular, who had been speaking his displeasure and intentions as Trozky drew near.

"No need. I offer my humblest apologies, senators," his eyes drew from [member="Macharius Solaire"] to the other gathered, including the Prime Minster herself, [member="Geneviève Lasedri"], "Prime Minister, for having kept you waiting. There are those dissatisfied with the idea of non-neutrality, and they see fit to come at me outside of the proper channels."

He frowned. This was something he would not normally discuss so openly, if at all.

"The matter will be dealt with in time," he said in a lower tone, before the volume of his voice rose to a normal level again, "and has no effect on the here and now. If you all would follow my page, we will proceed to somewhere more comfortable."

He gestured to the teen, who gave a well-practised bow.

"This way, my lords and ladies, if you please."

[member="Faith Balor-Organa"] | [member="Persephone Callas"] | [member="Cecily de Demici"]​

 

[Cecily Demici]

-- Objective Three --​

Trade Hall
Cormond, Brentaal IV
Post 3 of 20

Cecily had been playing absently with a jeweled button on the blouse of her aquamarine gown when the Senator of Denon spoke up abruptly. She admired the man a great deal, he was one of the elder Senators and held great wisdom, but he could also be a little crotchety sometimes. Cecily found it endearing, really. However, diplomacy was never a time for a high emotions, as she learned from her interactions with the Hutt people.

"Peace, Senator Solaire," she smiled gently as she stood and took his hand in hers, "our time is precious, but so are these negotiations, we will need your serenity and wisdom when the Brentaal delegation does arrive--" Cecily stopped short and looked up to see a young page hurrying toward them, followed by a very handsome older gentleman. "It seems our luck has changed," she motioned for [member="Macharius Solaire"] to look in the direction of the approaching representatives.

Cecily politely stepped to the side so that [member="Ordon Trozky"] could properly greet the Prime Minister before herself offering a bow of her head in recognition of his apology. His later arrival did not concern her, but the reason he was late did. She gave the Prime Minister a troubled look and fell in beside her as the delegation set off after the page.

"These... dissenters, do we have reason to be fearful of their influence here?" Cecily was less concerned with her own safety than she was the well-being of the Prime Minister. After all, if they decided to make an assasination attempt, it wouldn't be on a lowly Senator.

[member="Faith Balor-Organa"] l [member="Persephone Callas"] l [member="Geneviève Lasedri"] l [member="Ordon Trozky"]

 

[Faith Organa]

[SIZE=12pt]Trade Hall[/SIZE]

[member="Cecily de Demici"] [member="Ordon Trozky"] [member="Macharius Solaire"] [member="Persephone Callas"] @Genevieve lasedri

[SIZE=12pt]Faith looked up from where she sat to see Senator Trozky of Brentaal IV. He was a well-dressed man, well-spoken and from his actions he spoke for himself not having others speak for him.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt]Faith was a woman, a Senator, and a Princess and at the moment not one of those things mattered for she admired the physique of the man speaking to them. He spoke confidently, was strikingly handsome, hard planes of his face accentuated the piercing blue eyes. He defied her notions of what nobility looked like, this man was not the soft laid back type. She had only met a few men who radiated such presence.[/SIZE]


[SIZE=12pt]In watching his actions his approach he struck her as classic, masterly, and perhaps a bit sensual. She stood up and stepped slightly to the side to give space for the Prime Minister to greet him[/SIZE]
[SIZE=12pt].[/SIZE]
[SIZE=12pt]“Senator Trozky” Faith spoke softly, “Apologies are not needed, I’m sure we are all glad to know that you were not harmed, nor anyone in your party harmed. We are all familiar with the exuberance of those who disagree with change” She nodded, as the young man spoke to lead them away.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt]She nodded again moving to follow the young man, she heard Cecily’s question. Though Faith was curious she felt that the Senator Trozky would perhaps rather speak of this away from any further dissenters and therefore withheld her concern over them.[/SIZE]

 

[Micah Talith]

Arceneau Trade and Browncoat Industries
Brentaal IV

It wasn't too far off from Boreleias at all. Much like the planet he and his siblings were born in, Micah knew how close this particular planet was to One Sith Territory. He also knew it to be the closest major trading port and would suit his needs just fine for what he was after. So while politicians would woo the locals, Micah was oblivious to such boring talks. Instead, he wanted to see if perhaps there was a way for him to find and procure a second hand AEL trenchcoat. They were no longer available new, which was alright by him. But if he could potentially find a seller of a second hand version, he'd be happy.

Not only that, he was curious what else this shopping turned trading spree might offer. Perhaps he could find items he required for his next alchemical project. After all, he had been working on crafting an advanced version of his Drexel and alchemized duraplast armor, but planning on using Terentaktek leather and song steel plates he could imbue.

That was his ultimate goal.

 

[Geneviève Lasedri]

Geneviève stood up in turn to greet their host, a brief waving gesture of her hand following to dismiss any assumptions of hostile behavior from her in regards to his late arrival. She held nothing against him for it. She had become familiar with all of this sort of politicking and inaction since long ago. The Rebel Alliance had been her answer to tepidity and stagnation; utter failure in time needy of immediate force. But now she was at the driver's seat, in a way. And she would be lying to herself if she claimed she did not like having this control.

Of course, there were seven others present the Prime Minister would have to arrange to carry out the workings of this event before anything was truly accomplished. While she appreciated Senator Solaire's military-minded outlook and his present 'enthusiasm' for getting the task at hand complete, it was no less than a bit hasty on his part to suggest looking into alternatives already. "It's good that you've made it here... Lord Trozky." Having to call him 'lord' was actually more annoying to her than his tardiness. She hated titles like that. It reeked of a domineering upper class. "I hope we have not intruded too far. I can promise you that we do have your people's best wishes in mind, even if it may rightly be perceived as an expansion--or reclamation--of Republic influence. There is strength in numbers, though." As her Senate had proven over and over.

Following behind their host, Lasedri kept mostly silent, but did whisper a note of consolation to the man. "You may know I'm from Chandrila. I value your hospitality as your neighbor." Acquiring Brentaal's support would invariably lead to the re-annexation of her own homeworld. And that was something she valued most of all in this interaction. "You may expect the most cooperation from me that I can afford in good conscience."

[member="Cecily de Demici"], [member="Vhaeri"], [member="Faith Balor-Organa"], [member="Macharius Solaire"], [member="Ordon Trozky"], [member="Aurelia Volcata"], [member="Persephone Callas"]

 

[Natasi Fortan]

Aurelia offered a stiff bow of her head and a nod to the newly arrived [member="Ordon Trozky"]. It was funny how these types of meetings always went. You had the gruff [member="Macharius Solaire"] barking about posturing, carrying on with more feigned dignity than a duchess on parade, and close on his heels was [member="Cecily de Demici"], whose ardent desire for peaceful relations among Senators was well known. Aurelia could have predicted the turn of events from the moment they had all arrived at the same location, based on previous interactions with her colleagues. There was something comforting about the reliability of her peers.

She fell into step with the rest of the delegation, her fingers fretting nervously as she clasped them at her waist. She wondered whether these Brentaal...ians(?) were to be trusted. Of course it would be a major faux pas to bring her personal bodyguards into the negotiations, so she determined that she would simply have to trust their hosts for now. The situation here was delicate; the planet's placement made it critical for the Republic. The income tax alone on a system that straddled both the Hydian Way and the Perlemian Trade Route would work wonders for the Republic's war effort against the One Sith.

"It's a beautiful city, My Lord," Aurelia said pleasantly as they followed Trozky. "I've heard wonderful things about your southern hemisphere. That is," she amended quickly, "Brentaal IV's southern hemisphere."

[member="Faith Balor-Organa"] [member="Persephone Callas"] [member="Geneviève Lasedri"]

 

[Liliane]

Location: Surface of Brentaal IV | Exact Location Unknown
Objective: ?
Allies: The Galactic Republic
Enemies: N/A
Post: [ 07/20 ]

The girl kept marching on the direction she had started moving to. Her mind told her she would find nothing special there -- just the same plain old planet with nothing interesting to it. Perhaps it was the truth? Maybe not, but she couldn't just cure the uneasiness of feeling pointless. Of feeling like nothing. It was one of these times when she just felt like a plastic bag drifting through the wind.

But she did not want to start again. She wanted to continue.

After walking for a hundred of metres or so, she heard another noise. And one that was nowhere near an animal. Nowhere near being a small little organism of innocence.

It was a true person. He was wearing a blaster and didn't have a good look to him.

"Hands up, Jedi!" he shouted.

 

[Torin Varik]

Objective: 2
Location: Brentaal IV Space
Base: Star Destroyer - Obi-Wan Kenobi
Allies: The Galactic Republic | [member="Jacen Voidstalker"] | [member="Ater Notechis"] | [member="Gir Quee"] | [member="Faith Balor-Organa"] | [member="Sabena Shai"]
Enemies: Pirates | The One Sith | [member="Xenia Nastassia"] (?)
Ship: Nssis-Class Clawcraft [Modifications]
Post: 2/20

"We have a visual. Pirates, at least ten vessels. Nearly twice as many signatures are being picked up on our scanners throughout the debris field. Requesting back up," a republic fleet officer aboard the Q-boat announced over the comm.

That was his queue. "Copy that. Moving in," Torin answered rather quickly, anticipation apparent in his voice. Admittedly, he was sick of waiting around for instructions. He was ready to win this. "Get us in there, T5. It's time to teach those pirates not to mess with the Republic." The astromech grumbled a low and drawn out beep in response, apparently not as excited about the idea as his master. Tapping a specific sequence, the Jedi - aided by his trusty droid - set his course to more immediate position in Brentaal IV space. He sent his the base freighter as brief explanation message before his departure. "Torin Varik to Obi-Wan Kenobi, I'm moving in to assist with pirate interference. I'll let you know if we need further assistance." With that, the Clawcraft stretched and ripped through space at light speed.

Torin emerged from his short hyper leap in time to see the group of pirate ships making their way out into the open space above Brentaal IV from their hiding place in the debris. They were traveling close together as if in a protective formation. However, as to be expected from pirates, there was no sense of formal formation present. Three starfighters hovered in the middle while the larger carriers and other more defensive crafts barricaded the outside. He lowered his brow and adopted a look of determination. "Ready the laser cannons and lock on--" Before he fired up the thrusters and barreled in, the padawan stopped all that he was doing to squint at one of the pirate ships in the cluster that looked particularly familiar. Yes, he'd definitely seen it before... but where?

Then it all came back to him. The invasion of Kashyyyk; the day his former master [member="Nejaa Niynx"] was captured by the One Sith; the day Torin escaped with his life because of Nejaa's sacrifice and... that woman. [member="Xenia Nastassia"] was her name, he recalled. The ship in front of him appeared to be the very same one she had flown when guiding him to safety. Of course, there was a chance that it was not her ship, but it was certainly not common to run into a Ginivex-class starship. It could have been stollen - a likely guess considering there were pirates after all. If it was her ship, what was she doing with a bunch of pirates?

 

[Micah Talith]

Arceneau Trade and Browncoat Industries
Brentaal IV

Brentaal kinda reminded him of a more sophisticated Tash Taral. Granted, there was a less likely chance to find the more rare tribal things he did on that planet here on Brentaal.

But second hand Akure leather items were a sure deal. The bazaar there was a noisy and over stimulating place to be. However, it was a happening place; there was no doubt that others were also of the same mind to take advantage of the trade port Brental IV was.

As he would wander from stall to stall, he saw items from Saiba, and a few other companies known within the core worlds. Surprisingly he didn't see anything from Arceneau Trade; however, with how quick they were expanding and the fact it was a household name, he was sure they had a stall somewhere in here. Or a warehouse. In truth, it was sure that Arceneau would open up some manner of trade port or station on Brentaal IV, just that it was taking its time to negotiate things. However, the Southern Systems Business Bazaar Holonet Shopping network meant that Arceneau Trade and the SSB were merely a click away regardless of the location.

As it was, he would come to a stop in front of a store with the name "Trask's Trade Goods." Nothing fancy but what struck his interest here were the leather items on display. One were a pair of leather gauntlets that made him believe they were of AEL design.

Time to investigate and shop around.

 

[Micah Talith]

Arceneau Trade and Browncoat Industries

Yup.

There it was. One Terentaktek Cater coat. Oh it had certainly seen better days; there were some clear signs of battle scars alongside the leather, what with this particular coat made long before he was even born. AEL rose to quick fame with Rave Merrill's creations. The woman was a beast when it came to alchemy. The stories he heard from his uncle and what he could find of her was enough to get him to fan over the woman.

She disappeared long ago, however, from what he could gather. Then her assistants seemed to lose their touch in creating the objects so coveted by many. Who didn't know about Dak and his exploits wearing AEL from head to toe? As it was, a thorough inspection of the coat would confirm it to be the genuine article.

He was happy. However he knew that even nearly twenty years old and worn as it was, it was likely to cost him a good amount of credits. He had some spare cortosis that he figured would do well for trade.

He wouldn't be disappointed. A few minutes later, he was down his cortosis but up one Cater coat. With this he would be able to get to studying the material and even using his psychometry to perhaps figure out how Merrill did the alchemy herself.

 

[Ilias Nytrau]

- Objective Three --​

Trade Hall
Cormond, Brentaal IV
Post 3 of 20

As they all began to follow the Kolasse boy, he too turned and went with them, falling into step alongside those that approached him and made with talk. The first of these, [member="Cecily de Demici"], expressed concern around the dissenters but he gave her a short shake of his head and a cordial smile, before giving words in response.

"There should be no reason for marked concern, miss," he said, not knowing her name as of yet, "the size of their actions indicates a very small and ineffective group. I suspect there is little more than one man or woman behind it all."

He had a good idea as to who that might be, but no definitive proof. The fact was that most of Brentaal's lords couldn't give a womprat's ass about this whole thing, and those that thought otherwise faked indifference with reasonable skill. To [member="Faith Balor-Organa"], he gave an appreciative nod for her understanding. Next was [member="Geneviève Lasedri"], and he folded his hands together behind his back as she spoke.

"Prime Minster - call me Senator Trozky, please," he insisted, "that title still holds a great deal of attachment to my late grandfather," and he tipped his head more in her direction, the volume of his voice dropping, "believe me when I say it isn't out of grief that I prefer to avoid the use of it where appropriate," then he straightened out again, a somewhat friendly smile touching at the corners of his mouth, "and as neighbours, we should know one another a bit better than we do, hm?"

On the tail of his words came commentary from [member="Aurelia Volcata"], which caused both of his eyebrows to climb towards his hairline at first, until an amendment arrived and pulled a low chuckle out of him.

"This world is... beautiful in places where the major sectors of business haven't seen fit to gobble everything up," he agreed, "you're welcome to pay the south a visit, if it pleases you."

Within the next minute, the young page was steering them into a spacious and well-furnished meeting room - usually reserved for brokering large deals with some clients - and to a rather large, beautifully lacquered, solid wood table (much larger than they truly needed), where they were all invited to take a seat with nothing more than a gesture. When the party began to take seats, the page would disappear to fetch those bringing refreshments both nourishing and hydrating.

[member="Vhaeri"] | [member="Persephone Callas"] | [member="Macharius Solaire"]​

 

[Cecily Demici]

-- Objective Three --​

Trade Hall
Cormond, Brentaal IV
Post 4 of 20

Cecily nodded as [member="Ordon Trozky"] made an attempt to allay her fears over the radical cells that apparently opposed these peace talks. He seemed very sure of himself and that made her feel a little better, until she remembered that the mark of a good politician was exuding confidence without reason to be confident. Still, it would be better to hold her tongue on the subject until they were in safer quarters.

No sooner had she thought it though than they appeared suddenly in very comfortable looking conference room. Cecily wasted no time in taking her seat at the table, for they had no time to spare.

"Senator Trozky," she began, careful to address him properly now, "I'm sure my colleagues will echo my sentiments when I say that we are most pleased with the prospect of Brentaal entering our great union, but my concern lies in the people... and the government of this planet. I am curious about how exactly you intend to convince the rest of Brentaal that joining the Republic is to their benefit. I mean, clearly, you've already been met with some resistance?"

Cecily was note as well versed in the ways of Brentaal as she was in the politics of others. It was wholly foreign to her, so perhaps her comments were just ignorant, but luckily politicians were afforded the ability to say ignorant things.

[member="Faith Balor-Organa"] l [member="Persephone Callas"] l [member="Geneviève Lasedri"] l [member="Ordon Trozky"]

 

[Liliane]

Location: Surface of Brentaal IV | Exact Location Unknown
Objective: ?
Allies: The Galactic Republic
Enemies: N/A
Post: [ 08/20 ]

The girl decided not to stand against the frightening man and thought it would be the best to raise her hands like he had ordered, so that's what she did. Her heart started pounding as the man came closer and closer, step by step. With a quick motion, she shut her lightsaber off and took a deep breath before she would let it drop on the ground. The man would definitely grab it or something, but then she'd be ready for that and would use any Force power she knew to get it back.

Oh, why hadn't she thought of using a power right away?

She'd trained one skill which many Padawans didn't use and was mostly used by Knights and higher ranking Force-users. But who needed such classifications? She was a rebel and didn't care what others thought about the powers she could use.

So she kept her hands open and as soon as the man was only a metre away from the girl, she gathered a considerable amount of Force around her right hand and released a burst of light, known as a power of Force Light.

After that, she had to move quickly. With a fast movement, she knelt down to get her lightsaber and ignite it once again. At the same time, she would try to get her blaster from the belt and attack the man with it.

Although she needed a lot of luck to succeed.

 

[Sorvae Sunfell]

Location: Surface of Brentaal IV | Exact Location Unknown
Objective: ?
Allies: ?
Enemies: ?
Post: [ 09/20 ]

Another day, another Republic mission to be at. Oh how much fun did such things bring him. It was a nice little spice to her everyday dramas and history. Seeing how the core faction of the galaxy was falling apart while giving their best to expand their areas was just an amazing view and then one he wanted to have a closer look at. These people gave their best to keep the faction afloat and not let darkness rise. And it was admirable. He loved such people and would have loved spending some time with them.

Although when compared to some, their tries were nothing.

Maybe he could help them? Maybe he could bring some hope to their lives and give a little bit to make the faction survive and turn into something they once were, before losing Coruscant. He could give them some aid, maybe a little bit more than that.

"I've changed my mind. I'll stick to the plan," he spoke to his holocomm before starting to walk on the streets of the city towards those who needed help. For the first time in a while, she took her hood off and let people see what he looked like. Maybe they'd not be afraid of him. After all, there was nobody nearby who'd recognize him.

 

[Nubica Felidae]

[Post=4+1=5/20]​

Location: Surface of Brentaal IV | Exact Location Unknown (except it’s near Lilin)
Objective: Stuff (Nubica says that lot you know)
Allies: [member="Lilin Imperieuse"]
Enemies: Anyone opposing Lilin

She was a Padawan and her Abilities with the Force were developing. So she could sense someone up ahead with an Auara and deep down she thought she recognised it – but she certainly couldn’t put a name to it.

As long as she was right – and it was a Light aura, she was fine. So when she turned a corner and heard a voice she figured she was on the right lines.

“Hands up Jedi!”

She could see a man’s back and whoever he was threatening was the other side of him, so Nubica couldn’t see them. So she stopped walking and remained still and quiet. Helping was always good but helping to get someone killed was not, and until she knew more about the situation, she daren’t take a risk.

The next things she knew she sensed a strong concentration of the Force and saw a white light hit the man.

Nubica’s hand went to her saber hilt, but unless she planned on giving him a nasty bruise, she needed something more than a training saber to use. So she did all she could think of. Summoning the Force, she channelled it at the man’s back and gave him an almighty Pull. It would hopefully give whoever he was attacking more time to react and also limit his options for retaliation.