Private Friends in Low Places

[Jonah]

The woman carried herself with all the class that could be expected of one in her position. Upon her shoulders rested the responsibility of running the industry of an entire world - and thus a certain degree of poise was all but mandated. Jonah was accustomed to this sort of reality. His hometown was a regal jewel, adorned with all sort of noble individual. Though he much preferred being casual, he could appreciate the pomp and circumstance which came with lofty positions.

But there would be time aplenty for appreciating his comrade's manner of carrying herself. He opened the floor for inquiries and inquire she did. He nodded along as she rattled off her questions, then pondered quietly before answering. "You are expected to come to Ordo Eris only when it is absolutely necessary. If an emergency call goes out asking for your presence, arrive. Otherwise, come and go as you see fit. There are secure channels in case of emergency, I'll have one of the communications officers inform your crew accordingly. Currently, Ordo Eris is the safehouse. However, we are working on expanding our footprint expeditiously."

"Can other members of the Brood be hired for other purposes? Yes. Though you'll need to pay them their individual asking price. The house rule is simple: the ambitions of one are the ambitions of all. We don't do infighting. We are one collective working together to achieve all our goals. Keep that in mind and you'll do fine. As for ceremonies?" The man chuckled lightly and motioned all around them. "Congratulations, you're having one right now."

With thus said, the man leaned back upon the bench and motioned towards the Director. "And please, Jonah is just fine when it's the two of us. I'm no king."

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[Liin Terallo]

I take mental notes of every answer that he gives. That is an art that I am well practiced at, for there have been many discussions that I have been a part of where taking notes is considered uncouth.

Everything seems pretty straight forward and what I would clearly expect from any organization, really. And I am both pleased and relieved that the structure of this organization is more along the lines of a brother or sisterhood. It is almost as though it were a family of sorts. This is unfamiliar territory for me, for unlike most I have no siblings. My parents are my family and they spend a lot of their time working, just as I do. It isn't as though there is an absence of love; for they have shown me their pride and appreciation in my efforts for NCBC. Their votes were critical in making me the Director, afterall.

I can only assume that any arguments between the members of the Brood were taken up to Mister Jonah to straighten out. How often does he find himself in those situations? I cannot fathom a guess.

To his remark on this being my ceremony, I cannot help but be surprised. I lean over ever so slightly as I look around the gazebo to see if I can spot anyone approaching with celebratory cakes or drinks. Yet there was nothing. Instead it was quiet. Only the sound of water passing through the fountain can be heard.

I straighten up my posture and then dip my head a little. "Thank you, Jonah." I then start to ask him a question and yet find myself hesitating. It is not proper to ask someone to think of any bad memories that they may have, yet I felt as though Mister Jonah was the only one that I know of right now that can relate to what I had been through. Afterall, he appeared to see me in a different kind of light than most. He saw me as an individual that was more than the position that I had. "May I ask you something? I am sure that in your line of work you have seen things that shouldn't be seen. How does one get rid of the nightmares?"

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[Jonah]

The Director took a moment to ponder. Straightening in her seat after Jonah rattled off his responses to her numerous questions. What he anticipated to come after was a second wave of inquiries. Such as, how much income did the Brood pull in? Was she expected to make contributions to the whole financially? What were the finer details of how the Brood would protect New Cov? Instead, she offered her thanks with a dip of her head.

And hesitated.

It didn't take being Force sensitive to tell when someone was mulling over how to word their thoughts. Thus, Jonah simply replied: "Of course." whilst awaiting what she was thinking through. When the question finally did see the light of day, the man blinked...folded his arms...and sighed ever so slightly.

"Now that's a tough one," he began. "but I'll tell you what's worked for me. In my life...I've learned that dreams are your subconscious trying to work through what you've dealt with while being awake. If you don't do the work of dealing with it yourself, you'll try to do so when you're asleep. So, while it sounds simple - deal with your problems, friend."

He motioned towards her for a moment. "For example. What happened on New Cov at the hands of Darth Nefaron - I know that's got to have been terrifying. Your life was threatened. Your people suffered. But, while awake, you have a business and world to run. Not a lot of time for dealing with what you went through, right? Make time. Or you'll never get a good night's sleep."

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[Liin Terallo]

I almost immediately regret asking him about something so personal. His body language followed up with a sigh led me to believe that he was putting up his internal barriers. More often than not, my own internal barriers are always up. They have to be.

The answer that he gave was both a little cryptic and simplistic at the same time. It also gave little for her to go on. How does one simply deal with it? I've acknowledged what had happened on that horrible night. It isn't something that I can easily forget. And when I think that I'm in a situation where there's a chance that it'll be brought up; I drink some wine to keep my emotions in check and retain my internal barriers. I am very much uncertain of what else that I could do. Asking him what he does would more than likely be overstepping the boundaries set by our positions.

"I will do my best," is what I offer up to him with a polite smile. "Thank you." Although in all honesty, there is nothing in the way of how to deal with it that come to mind. Perhaps I should do some research. And then perhaps I will know of how much time that I'd need to free up in my schedule for it.

Silence isn't usually an uncomfortable thing for me, however at this moment it is. I can only guess that it is because I find myself stumped on something. And so a change of subject was definitey warranted. "What is my first task for the Brood? Are there any projects that I could help with?"

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[Jonah]

With a polite smile, the Director shared that she would do her best. And typically, that would have been the end of it. However, something in Jonah's gut told him to continue. Perhaps it was the fact that he knew the details of Nefaron's assault on New Cov. Perhaps this was his way of making up for capitalizing on the suffering of his newfound ally's people. Whichever the case, Jonah cleared his throat briefly and pressed on.

"I know you'll do your best - and a woman of your caliber will most likely succeed." he began, pausing to carefully consider his next words. "To dig a little deeper, dealing with what you've been through can manifest in different ways depending upon who you are. For busy folk like us? Sometimes, taking the time to talk through it with someone is the best approach. Taking a moment to pause, y'know? For others, like the Jedi I presume, meditation helps. For Sith? They use the suffering as fuel. They turn the sorrow and fear into a furious fire that keeps them going. So. All that to say - you'll have to work at finding a way that works best for you, and then make the time."

With thus said, the Director tactfully changed the subject and Jonah nodded along simply. "There is. My own Cell is stepping into the narcotics arena and I'm attempting to create substances that are especially effective for Force sensitives. Ideally, I'd like to make something recreational that is highly addictive for Jedi and Sith alike. Would you be able to assist with this?"

Liin Terallo​

 

[Liin Terallo]

I advert my gaze from his as he suggests that I talk about what happened to someone. All in all that sounded like a good suggestion. But I didn't really have someone to talk to. It wasn't as though I had a large friendship circle. In fact I didn't a circle of friends at all. But that wasn't something that I shared with others.

Perhaps some day I'll talk it over with someone. But not today. Now was to be a celebration of sorts for a prosperous future.

Thankfully he didn't press the matter. Mister Jonah brought up a proposal on narcotics. Drugs. Things on the undrground market that were addictive. Normally I'd of said no straight off the bat, having never touched such things myself. However, if I am to have a hand in what goes out into the market, then I'd have greater control at limiting it's harm.

With a nod of my head, I respond; "Yes, I do believe that I can help with this. The slight addition of biomolecules might be able to help to ensure that Force wizards are more susceptable to them. It is certainly something to look into. Do you have a laboratory here that I could use?" Diving headlong into work to distract me is well within my comfort zone, and I am grateful to Mister Jonah for the opportunity.

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