Faction [GA] Chancellor Organa

[Alicio Organa]

General Ministry Canton, Fondor
Central Pulpit
- Amani Serys - Monaray Dod - Jenn Kryze - Marya Werdegast - Vianca Mecetti - Damian du Couteau - Lehvi Vass - Open -
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Already, immediate reactions were warmer than Alicio's stress-induced nightmares would've led him to believe.

He repaid each representative's congratulations with a thin-lipped smile, and a polite nod. He understood their well-wishes, and appreciated them... but he didn't feel like he'd won anything. The position of Chancellor was a responsibility, that he'd pursued out of a sense of duty. Not a prize.

"Dahrtag speaks. I have two questions, Chancellor Organa. First, do you still intend to represent your homeworld of Alderaan in the Senate while serving as Chancellor? And second, will you instate similar policies regarding refugees throughout the Alliance as you have on Alderaan?"

Alicio acknowledged Senator Werdegast with as much grace as he could muster. "Our duties to the people don't end when they lose their homes. My stance on that matter won't change with the size of my office." His lip pulled into an easy smile. "To your first question, it would be unfair of me to represent one planet, when it is now my duty to represent us all. Alderaan will hold new elections for their seat in the Senate, and I have faith they will appoint someone worthy to be their voice."

Vianca Mecetti spoke next, and Alicio could already feel a more genuine smile coming on. He listened to her voice, his shoulders relaxing. "Thank you, Lady Mecetti. Your support, however contrarian, is always welcome. But if I may be counter-contrarian, I do believe we share a similar vision for the Alliance. We may disagree, roots may branch in different directions, but they all have the same goal; to help the tree grow. If we keep that in mind, you may find our visions align more closely than you expect."

Alicio then focused on Lehvi Vass , thought sharpening his gaze once more. It was the first difficult question of the night. "Thank you for coming this far, Representative. And for your Federation's generosity." Alicio ticked a frown. However grateful he was, he immediately clocked why Representative Vass would mention his planet's relief work before pitching a meeting with the man that championed SELCORE. As far as political moves went, it wasn't sneaky or underhanded, but it raised Alicio's hackles nonetheless. "SELCORE has been working hard to provide refugees with the means to live post disaster. I expect we'll have much to discuss on that front."

Alicio wanted to make sure he was understood. He paused a moment, before addressing the room. "I think if anyone voted for me in the hopes of an immediate and complete overhaul of the Alliance's military doctrine, they will be sorely disappointed. We will be proactive in defending our allies, and safeguarding the innocent. That will not change."

"And, if I may go off on a tangent for a moment... I was a city-planner, before I became the Senator of Alderaan. I juggled contracts, approved building projects, and mapped out sewer systems. What I am not is a battlefield strategist, and I'm more than happy to rely on the brilliant web of strategic minds the Alliance is blessed with, such as Supreme Commander Amelia von Sorenn ."

"But as a city-builder, I know the importance of efficient systems. And writing legislation to bolster our infrastructure, sponsor innovations, and streamline communication? To create efficient systems? That's how we help win wars."

 

[Katarine Ryiah]

Location: Coruscant City Streets
Objective: Protrct and Serve
Tags: Connel Vanagor

As Connel spoke Katarine reached over and gently placed her hand on top of his. “Call me Kat. I know we got off to a rough start but I am hopping we can put that behind us and maybe be friends?”

She smiled and gave his hand a squeeze, and then sipped her caf as he continued with his story about how he was replacing his dad. She grinned at the thought of being on a patrol with the big man. Kat was used to this type of street work but it did change depending on which partner you were assigned.

“Well I guess I am in luck and get to hang out with you instead. Much more fun. But don’t tell your dad.” She winked to let him know she was kidding as a group walking by in front of the vehicle caught her attention. They were carrying crowbars.

“That can’t be good…”

 

[Connel Vanagor]

"In my experience,
when you think you
understand the Force,
you realize just
how little you know"​

[COMM TRAFFIC]
LOCATION : Coruscant | OBJECTIVE : 3 - Dissidents |TAG (FRIENDLY) : Katarine Ryiah |

Objective III - Dissidents​

Her putting her hand on his made him uncomfortable, but he did not show it.

You can blame my father for that Master Ryiah. It was drilled into me from my time as a youngling. We’re out in public, therefore you are “Master Ryiah”... otherwise there are those who might think I do not respect you as a person. If it were just us though, “Kat” it would be. He wasn’t trying to be difficult, but he had to be honest, otherwise, what was the point in talking, right?

Awkward conversation aside, don’t worry, my lips are sealed about the old fuddy duddy. He winked.

The group that was crossing over, clearly looked to be ready to cause some trouble as nowhere near that many crowbars are needed to repair anything. Slowly pulling his mask with his free hand over his head, Connel was almost growling. They were up to no good, and he was in absolutely no mood to deal with, or simply accept what was going on. Taking one swift scorching gulp of his skin grafting stimcaf and putting it down as he pulled the mask the rest of the way down, he slowly let his hand drape over his lightblaster.

”Mean guy”/”Jedi”?(“Good Cop/Bad Cop)

 

[Monaray Dod]

Lehvi Vass Marya Werdegast Jenn Kryze Amani Serys Damian du Couteau Vianca Mecetti

The Neimoidian's gaze fixed on the podium where Chancellor Alicio Organa took control of the political circus, the soft murmurs and schemes of senators fading into the background as each system's representative voiced their apprehensions regarding the new administration being inaugurated today. Dod's earlier efforts to entangle the Senate in hyperspace issues were swiftly disregarded as the Chancellor's authoritative but soft voice resonated throughout the chamber.

To his right was Doran Ventis, his principal advisor, a tall Neimoidian distinguished by a long, angular hat and a talent for synthesizing economic data. On his left stood Mirra Tane, the policy director, whose sharp analytical skills frequently provided the foundation for Dod's more obstinate strategies. Both displayed visible concern as they absorbed the Chancellor's address—a fervent appeal for solidarity in the face of escalating tensions and even full-scale war with three of the galaxy's most formidable superpowers.

"Senator, with each passing moment, I worry we're losing the attention of our colleagues," Doran said, leaning closer to Dod. "Chancellor Organa is delivering rhetoric so unifying, that he has managed to enthrall the crowd and spectators. We must ensure our financial concerns are heard, or risk being drowned out."

Dod nodded, his brow furrowed. The Cato Neimoidian senator was well aware of the game of perception, and Organa had always been a formidable opponent, captivating the Senate with his fiery resolve and support for humanitarian issues. "We need to be strategic," he replied, his voice low and measured. "As much as I respect him personally, we have the realities of trade disruptions to discuss. But how do we present our concerns without playing into the narrative of dissension?"

Mirra, ever the pragmatist, chimed in. "Senator, we must focus on the economic impacts. Use his momentum as a backdrop for our point. Acknowledge his passion, but pivot to the facts. Our constituents within the Purse-Worlds and Neimoidia are feeling the strain of this war, and as representatives, it's our duty to voice those concerns."

"That's a delicate balance to strike," Dod said thoughtfully, tapping his fingers against the polished surface of the podium before him. "I don't want to appear unsupportive of the Chancellor—his position on governance during conflict is commendable. But if we don't raise the alarm now, the economic fallout could devastate Cato Neimoidia and the Alliance. Our trade routes are already vulnerable after recent defeats"

"I will commend him on his vision for the Galactic Alliance while strategically underscoring the economic risks we face. It's a carefully woven narrative, but one that will resonate with those who prioritize stability in the financial markets. " The Neimoidian explained to the two Trade Federation Envoys nearby, resting his hand on his chin. While economic considerations were not the primary focus for many senators, they recognized the potential dangers associated with a market collapse resulting from a simultaneous conflict with other superpowers on three fronts.

Doran gave a curt nod, admiration glimmering in his eyes. "Your instincts are sharp, Senator. Just keep it concise. Strike hard, and then yield the floor to him and the others for their reactions. We can gain allies in this."

"Indeed," Mirra added, a determined glint in her gaze. "Let's remind them that economic security breeds peace, and without it, chaos reigns."

With a deep breath, Senator Dod turned to face the chamber, steeling himself for the battle ahead. As Chancellor Organa's speech came to an end and the applause rippled through the Senate, he felt the need to analyze the questions from the Marya Werdegast , the Representative of Haruun Kal's Al'Har Federation Lehvi Vass and even the support of House Mecetti underneath the command of Vianca Mecetti .

"We must commend our Chancellor, for his visionary leadership that is certain to guide the Galactic Alliance toward a prosperous future for all member-worlds. However - it is imperative that we confront the economic challenges that could potentially jeopardize the stability of not only the Alliance Financial Sectors but also the feasibility of Organa's efficiency narrative that is at the forefront of today's session. We have to recognize the difficult truths that the Alliance's financial resources are increasingly strained due to ongoing conflicts with neighboring powers such as the Dark Empire and the Sith Order."

He explained his points through several hand gestures, conveying a sense of support for the Chancellor while simultaneously upholding his focus on economic priorities.

"The question then becomes, will the New Chancellor expand the limitations of the Southern Interplantary Linkages Trade Route Act to include more neutral systems on the northern side of the Alliance with vital industrial & financial resources left behind by the collapse of the New Imperial Order to prevent them falling into the hands of the Dark Empire and the Neo-Crusader Dominion."

 

[Katarine Ryiah]

Location: Coruscant City Streets
Objective: Protect & Serve
Tags: Connel Vanagor

Katarine wanted to roll her eyes at Connells up tight insistence on calling her by rank, but she didn’t because it would be rude. She knew things were different with the Jedi now than they had been before. Her mind was tempted to drift to her life before but she didn’t allow it. She didn’t want to think about the past. It made her lonely and that’s how the entire foolish crush from before started in the first place. Jedi were not meant to have feelings. She knew that in her core and she ought to be thanking him for his insurance that they remain professionally separated.

“Sounds good.”

She wasn’t sure who was supposed to be the good guy in this situation but she approached first.

“Hey boys, looks like you are off to have some fun. Mind if I join?”

Predictably there was some grinning and stupid tripping over words as a pretty girl approached them. She wondered how much they had to drink.

“Where ya heading anyway?” She batted her eye lashes and leaned against the speeder, displaying her long legs wrapped tightly in the leather pants. Boys would be boys. She guessed that made her good cop. For now.

 

[Wedge Draav]

The future never seemed darker.

HANGAR BAY, ALLIANCE STARFIGHTER CORPS
FONDOR
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Kings.

Chancellors.

Senators.

A King, once birthed into leadership for simply existing because his parents liked each other enough, became chancellor. He stared at the screen, watching the new Chancellor- some miles away on Fondor. He had his arms crossed, him and several other pilots on standby in case things got fucky. The Revenant Squadron Commander, Captain Draav, wasn't particularly happy about the situation- not the politician itself (Wedge was not invited to the Senate meeting despite his status, thanks to a particular outburst....)

First Tython, now- more talk of fighting, of war, of clawing.

But he knew that this little black-haired twig of a politician wasn't going to be fighting and dying, not anymore. He had a few sources, that he had once been a pipehitter, a Jedi- or something to that effect. But the Sith, the wolves, the Empire was at their door- and in fact, splitting them apart. The core was now mostly theirs- and if they made a few more moves, they'd have possession or control of the Hypergate, and with that- a much graver threat.

Wedge was resolved to fight, but he was so, so damn tired of it.

He had thoughts of someone in particular, and what they might say, or what her family might think. They were much more politically inclined than he was. But the Chancellor wasn't going to affect him day-to-day, really, not... fully. He was a fresh start for some, and perhaps radical change to others.

He just saw the reality of the situation:

There was blood in the water, and the sharks had come.

They had grown beyond the Republic, grown beyond comprehension in scope, and their hubris, their lust for territory and power, had come to fruition. It was a natural response. With every victory, you were closer to defeat in some capacities. With every great rise of an Empire, Republic, Alliance, came a fall. Wedge felt as though there was a creeping sensation of the "fall". But maybe the Chancellor could turn the tide, push back the wolves at the door. The Neocrusaders, the Sith Empire, the Dark Empire, the Lost Empire-

All conspired against them, all made moves against them. Some more obvious than others.

So he watched, staring at the screen, so many other pilots with him, for his next move. He tapped the Revenant squadron patch on his sleeve with one hand, and the other, hung over the Alliance symbol on his other shoulder. He hoped change was coming, he hoped that something was changing. But he felt like a man in a cabin in the woods- and the sun set, and the wolves were howling.

He took a seat, preparing to watch the rest of the Senate hearings about it all. And if any moves were made against the Senate, or the new Chancellor, there'd be a score of black X-wings streaking across the sky to answer.

 

[Corazona von Ascania]

Jedi Temple Rec Room
Kuhbee | Lily Decoria

Sat in the corner of the recreation room, Cora's attention had been divided three ways – supervising the younglings from afar, listening to the senate broadcast, and a copy of Insights into the Blood Monarchy of Thisspias During the Great Manifest Period. A far cry from the usual novels she (covertly) consumed.

By the time Alicio's voice filled the room to a chorus of cheers, her tome was all but forgotten.

The newly christened Chancellor Organa's speech was polished but not stiff – borne from his years of experience as a servant of the people. Cora had found him to be a clever, genuine man with an almost irritating habit of being able to see through complicated situations with an enviable clarity.

"We may disagree, roots may branch in different directions, but they all have the same goal; to help the tree grow."

Cora momentarily tuned out the excited chatter of the Padawans as she turned that phrase over in her mind.

"Well put, Chancellor," she murmured.

 

[Connel Vanagor]

"In my experience,
when you think you
understand the Force,
you realize just
how little you know"​

[COMM TRAFFIC]
LOCATION : Coruscant | OBJECTIVE : 3 - Dissidents |TAG (FRIENDLY) : Katarine Ryiah |

Objective III - Dissidents​

He didn’t like how his response made her act, but that was a conversation for another time. Perhaps they would have that conversation, but right now they had some… “individuals” to deal with. Slipping her an active comm-link for her pocket and then into the shadows, and climbing up the building, he made sure to stay in view.

Connel followed them, listening to the “witty banter” among the ruffians, all talking about how they “were gonna do sumthin’ big!” yet never really elaborating on what. Either way, they were heading towards the back of one of the commercial buildings. It looked to be a speeder dealership.

They were breaking in.

Time to go to work. He whispered to himself, grasping his combat shield, he slipped in through a window above them and waited. When they indeed were breaking in, and in turn all entered, Connel slung his defensive weapon at them at an angle. The shield would disarm three out of the four as he dropped to the ground and the shield flew back into his hand. He could not see the Blasters tucked into the belt behind the back of two of them.

Be stupid and run… I dare you.

 

[Kuhbee]

TAG: Lily Decoria Corazona von Ascania

Kuhbee watched the senators speech conclude and pushed over one of the chessmen he was idly playing with. When their overseer spoke he chimed in, but was not sure if she could speak his Wookie language.

[Will this chancellor be good for us?]

 

[Vince]

Chancellor Organa

Primary tag: Jenn Kryze ​

The turmoil on Onderon was considerable. Many things were in motion, important pieces were being moved and powerful members of the outer Royal Family were mobilizing. It was a dangerous time to leave Iziz. But then, the Onderonian Crown had always cared for tradition and honour: Both of which called for Vince to attend the even in person.

His own titles were a bundled mess right now. Legal experts likely knew exactly what positions he did and did not hold - but reality rarely matched what the lawyers said. It mattered little, for his role at this session would largely remain the same.

Crouched forward with his arms resting on his knees, the young Royal sat in his pods. His hands covered his mouth as he looked out over the iconic senate chamber. Clad in a heavy black mantel over equally black robes underneath. This was a far cry from the normal parade uniforms or formal apparel he used to wear to look sharp and proper - instead, everything signified weight and sorrow. Everything but the golden signet attached to his collar. A small token of celebration among the sea of black.

Usually cheerful and considerate, Vince barely seemed to pay attention to what was going on. For some time, his eyes simply gazed up at the new Chancellor: A person whom a planet would be lucky to have as their King - and someone whom would likely make for an excellent Chancellor for the Alliance. In the corner of Vince's eye, the Royal aide whom accompanied him could be seen as she wrote down some notes as the Senators and the Chancellor spoke.

Then, Jenn spoke. The young Royal's lips formed an instinctive smile as he removed his hands from his face. "Quite" It was a brief answer spoken with soft words. For a few awkward moments, Vince seemed to have run out of things to say. The two of them did not truly know each other - but both surely knew of each other. There was a good reason that he had invited her to come with him. "We believe that is the right time for warrior-diplomats. You may have to rise to the occasion sooner, rather than later." his gentle eyes rested upon her for a bit before his hand reached for the control to bring their pod out.

Once it was the Onderonian delegation's turn to speak, Vince stood up whilst the aide activated the microphone. A handwritten note laid on the podium - a few lines on what to say and a question to ask if deemed appropriate. The young Royal's eyes looked on the notes for some time as another bit of silence followed. Then, he gave up on trying to read what he had written with a sigh. Vince forced out a smile as he looked to the Chancellor "On behalf of her people, the Crown of Onderon wishes to congratulate the new Chancellor." his voice wavered upon mentioning the crown and he swallowed hard after completing the sentence. "We would like to offer our wholehearted support and commitment..."

Vince had trailed off again. This was not going well for him. Not at all. He threw the Mandalorian a glance before turning back to the microphone. If she had given him any sort of sign to go ahead at all, he would then continue "We would now like to yield the floor to our Knight Commander, Alor Jenn Kryze"

 

[Jenn Kryze]

Beskar'gam
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| Location | Senate Chambers - Fondor
| Objective | Speak truly, as a Mando'ad should

Jenn was by no means a politician, although she had made great strides in the domain of diplomacy; all the same, she remained keenly attentive to the words spoken by others. Once, she would have dismissed it all as frustrating prattling from the lips of the elite, whose hands had never held a blaster in their life - a sentiment that yet lingered in her mind, in spite of how much she had grown as a person since the days of the Mandalorian Enclave. Alicio had proven her wrong and helped set her on a better path, but she remained wary of politicians and their guile. Unlike many of her peers, the Duchess of the New Mandalorians had proven capable of playing nice with outsiders, but they would always remain but that: outsiders.​

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Vince's voice brought her attention back to him, her brows furrowed beneath her helm. The burden of the crown was a heavy thing indeed, even more so for a man of his age, to speak nothing of the consequences that led to such responsibilities. That he remained cordial with her in spite of her failure to safeguard the reigning monarch at the time spoke of his character, and nor did he seem to associate her with her misguided siblings. ​

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Royalty or not, his heart was filled with grief, and his focus impacted as a result. That much, she would never hold against him. Seeing him falter before such a large crowd did little to diminish her impression of the young noble, and when he turned to look her way, she offered him a slight cant of her head. Encouragement, and a sign for him to go ahead. That was enough public speaking for a man still grieving his mother.​

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Standing up from her seat, the Mandalorian walked on up to the microphone, stopping herself just short of resting a comforting hand on his shoulder. Largely dismissive of protocol as she was by nature, she knew better than to break it before so many eyes. Leaning forward, she accorded herself a moment of silence, her gaze dragging over the many pods and the countless worlds represented by the people within them.​

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How many of you conniving bastards would throw me and mine into the meat grinder for your own ends?​

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The thought came almost unbidden, and she struggled to push it back down. For each friend and ally made since her departure from the Enclave, so too were there a dozen outsiders who loathed her for who she was. For the warrior culture she represented. A dozen memories came back to her, all at once; the banter she would share with fellow Mando'ade as they fantasized about the destruction they would wage upon the Senate, if their Crusade ever took them to Coruscant. How they would make the cowards pay.​

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When her gaze came to settle upon Alicio once more, the rising anger dissipated. Perhaps her path would have lead to the same end, even without the words they exchanged in B'yaim Haar Cabur during his short time in captivity. But he had made the effort of listening to her when few aruetiise would, and she would forever hold him in high esteem for it. Her people were slow to trust, and even slower still to express any sort of appreciation, making that accomplishment all the more impressive indeed.​

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"Aliit Kryze wishes to express our most heartfelt congratulations to the Supreme Chancellor, and to present our thanks for his aid during the defense of Onderon through the intervention of Alderaanian forces. May he govern with wisdom and humility."​

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Govern, not rule. In spite of her stubborn preference for blunt, direct words, Jenn had learned the intricacies of which specific words to choose, so dangerous were the implications behind them at times. ​

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"I acknowledge that mine is a checkered past, and so too is that of my House. All the same, my warriors and I have shed our blood for the Galactic Alliance and its people on numerous occasions now; during the Liberation of Onderon, the Siege of Coruscant, the Defense of Manaan, the Assault on Echnos, and the Campaign on Tython. Our casualties have been high, and though our resolve remains strong, our numbers are dwindling; it was during our darkest hour that the Neo-Crusaders struck our home, assassinated the Queen I was sworn to defend, and left her palace a smoking ruin."​

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The Alor marked a pause, then, letting the reality of all they had endured sink in. The Dark Empire's occupation of Onderon had already weakened the world, but with the latest assault by her misbegotten dar'vod, they were more vulnerable than ever before. Weak, and exposed. Inhaling sharply, the Mandalorian kept her cool, and spoke with renewed vigor.​

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"The honored representative of Haruun Kal spoke of the precarious position his home finds itself in, standing in the path of the Sith; so too does Onderon stand in the way of the Neo-Crusaders. Onderon's military has been decimated, and my House suffered greatly as well. If we are to continue assisting the Galactic Alliance in its wars against the Sith, the Empire, and my own misguided kin in the Neo-Crusaders, we will need your aid. Infrastructure, manpower, beskar - grant us the means to rebuild our forces and our world, and we will destroy your enemies."​

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Vince ​

 

[Katarine Ryiah]

Location: Speeder Dealership
Objective: Protect & Serve
Tags: Connel Vanagor


Katarine was amazed at how easy it was to walk alongside the ruffians and listen to their boasting of plans to come. Youth was wasted on the young, and their young hormone driven faces were almost comical as they boasted about the score of a lifetime unknowingly to a Jedi. She played the part, interested in every little thing they said, batting her eyelashes and smiling at the least amusing things like any self esteemed deprived girl who loved the bad boys would do. They lead her right to their heist and were shocked when they met her bad cop Connel inside.

The shield went flying through the air and disarmed three of the young perps at once. The last one was holding his plaster and from this angle Kat could see that two others had backup weapons. When they attempted to draw them however they went flying from their hands with a simple wave of Kat's own hand. The young men weren't sure what happened but they did turn to run and were surprised to find Katarine standing there with cuffs in her hand.

"He did warn you."

It was comical to see comprehension dawn on their face. Kat wondered if she had been a femme fatale in a different life. The thought made her smirk. Maybe she could double as a holo actress in her spare time. Another smirk.

A few moments latter the back of their speeder held the four ruffians and Kat and Connel were on their way back to the station to turn them over to the authorities.

"You are pretty good with that shield. Did you design that yourself?"

 

[Connel Vanagor]

"In my experience,
when you think you
understand the Force,
you realize just
how little you know"​

[COMM TRAFFIC]
LOCATION : Coruscant | OBJECTIVE : 3 - Dissidents |TAG (FRIENDLY) : Katarine Ryiah |

Objective III - Dissidents​

Stuffing the four idiots onto the back of a speeder that did not have room for them was fun. It played the part that he enjoyed playing, a “mean guy”. They were complaining of their rights being violated, and that they deserved to be treated better. He liked his mask more and more as he wore it, all he had to do was look at them and they immediately quieted down.

The ride back was calm and quiet, he was able to finish his stimcaf!

The question about the shield was simple enough. The way she asked sounded almost flirtatious? Was she flirting? No. Was she? Could he flirt? Should he? What was going on here?

The problem with the personality problem that he went through was that Connel did have memories of their previous encounters, but no understanding of the feelings behind them. They were simply “documented”, in a manner of speaking to him.

I wish I could say “yes”, but that would not be an honest answer. He shook his head as he sat up to look back at the four idiots to shut them up. It was designed by the Sasori Company for the Temple Guard of the Silver Rest. I used to be one, and while I did not keep mine, I gave it back when I left for the Heaven’s Guard. There was another that my father kept in his ship to honor a fallen guard. This is that shield..

He knew Karki Eusith (Kark You Sith) well, he was a good guy, and this was his way to honor him as well. Especially since he could carry his lightsabers again.

Reaching the station, the police were flabbergasted at the fact that the four idiots were basically hanging off the back of the speeder. You’re welcome!

 

[Katarine Ryiah]

Location: Outside Police Station
Objective: Drop Criminals Off
Tags: Connel Vanagor


"Your dad has a pretty nice collection. When I was at his home I saw some of it." She was glad Connel was making good use of the shield. She wondered if he was using a lightsaber again. He'd been pretty vocal about not using the weapon before but she didn't want to push the issue. They were getting along right now and she didn't want to change that. She was hopping they could be friends or at least not be enemies now that they were on a new footing.

They dropped the four off at the police station and Kat was amused to see the cops flabbergasted and Connel teasing the officers. She didn't say anything to the officers, and instead checked with the records clerk to see if they had any paperwork to do. When they were clear to go she lead the way back to the speeder, disposing of her caf cup on the way.

As they reached the speeder that the officers had lent them for the evening they heard the radio buzzing about a protest that had gotten violent in the north quadrant.

"No sleep for the wicked I guess. At least we get to use the lights and sirens."

 

[Connel Vanagor]

"In my experience,
when you think you
understand the Force,
you realize just
how little you know"​

[COMM TRAFFIC]
LOCATION : Coruscant | OBJECTIVE : 3 - Dissidents |TAG (FRIENDLY) : Katarine Ryiah |

Objective III - Dissidents​

If he wasn’t a Jedi, some may think he was a sociopath.He laughed momentarily at the thought, as he went to process the idiots who were still complaining to anyone who would listen. He had a sandwich as they made their way back to the speeder.

Hey! I hadn’t eaten yet!

I don’t know. I’m having fun.He let her drive, and it was just as well, she was a “durasteel foot” for his tastes. It would prove necessary though as they reached the “protest” it was turning into a full blown “riot”. Speeders being overturned, explosive cocktails being thrown as well as rocks and bricks, not to mention looting.

Pulling his mask back on, he looked over at Kat. ”No rest for the wicked…”

 

[Lily Decoria]

Location: Jedi Temple
Attire: Jedi Outfit
Tag: Kuhbee | Corazona von Ascania
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Listening to the speech, Lily noted that she hoped that there would be a good step forward for the Galactic Alliance and that their new chancellor was someone worthy of trust and faith that everyone was putting on him. Though his record seemed to be very strong on paper and Lily was reassured when she knew he was connected to the Nobles as a family friend. That was a good sign since there were some in the Senates that disliked Jedi, so she hoped to avoid that sentiment being fostered more.

Once the speech was finished, she looked up and around, spotting a new Wookiee Padawan who was keen on finding someone to talk with. Walking over, she took a chair and sat opposite him. "Hi! I am Lily Decoria, Jedi Padawan." Lily extended her hand out to him. She had been making an effort to understand the native tongue of the Wookiees, she was not perfect in translator but she was keen to test herself.

 

[Katarine Ryiah]

Location: Riots
Objective: Protect & Serve
Tags: Connel Vanagor

They arrived in once piece which was surprising if she was driving honestly. As soon as they got there they flung themselves out of the speeder and separated to try to control the crowd. People were overturning speeders, several things had been set on fire, there was screaming and running. It was madness.

Kat tripped a masked man walking by her and he hit the ground hard. She kicked the lit torch he had in his hand away and put a pair of stun cuffs on him. She dragged him to the side so he wouldn't get trampled and then started towards a group of people who were rocking a truck back and forth to tip it over. She hopped Connel was fairing okay. There was trouble everywhere.

 

[Connel Vanagor]

"In my experience,
when you think you
understand the Force,
you realize just
how little you know"​

[COMM TRAFFIC]
LOCATION : Coruscant | OBJECTIVE : 3 - Dissidents |TAG (FRIENDLY) : Katarine Ryiah |

Objective III - Dissidents​

Meanwhile Connel was busy deeper in the riot, having pulled his lightblaster and shooting out the “cocktails” that were in mid-air before throwing his shield again at several of those who would be trying to line up riot officers for attacks. What got under his skin though, was the rampant looting of streetside shops. Broken windows lined the cityscape as looters came jumping out carrying their ill begotten wares.

Connel? He was “mean guy” right now.

Reaching out through the Force in one direction and throwing his combat shield in the other, Vanagor was pulling, and throwing looters back into the stores as he was hitting others in the head the other way. Of course there were some who thought that they could team up on him.

“Surround him!”

“He can’t hit all of us!”

It was the suckerpunch that brought out the Vanagor in Connel.

Really? He growled

Sliding the shield back over his back and pulling his shortsaber at the sight of crowbars, and clubs, and the like.

“Coward Jedi has to use his laser sword!

I’m the coward?He said angrily as he gestured around at the destruction.

“This is a legal protest!”

“We have a right to voice our opposition!”

You lost that right when you brought violence to those who did want to protest.
He then went on the attack.

 

[Corazona von Ascania]

Kuhbee Lily Decoria

Cora's Shyriiwook was conversational at best. Fortunately, she understood the gist of the Padawan's question.

She took a moment to formulate her response with a gentle smile, "Alicio Organa is a good man. I believe he'll do right by the people of the Alliance."

Perhaps there was a bit of bias on her part - but her own experiences with the newly minted Chancellor played into that. Alicio was a proven, capable leader, who had a favorable view of the Jedi and a strong moral compass.

Lily Decoria approached the Wookiee padawan with a friendly introduction. She'd always been the good-natured sort, so it was heartening to see her reach out to the younger generation.

Cora's attention shifted back towards the broadcast, surprised to hear the familiar voice of Jenn Kryze in the senate. A sign of progress on both the senate's end and the Alor's own, she thought.

 

[Kuhbee]

TAG: Lily Decoria Corazona von Ascania

Kuhbee didn't know anything about the new chancellor but hearing a knight speak highly of him made the Wookie feel a little more at ease. He wondered if he would ever meet people in the senate. From what he could tell the Jedi and the Senate were on the same side but did not directly work together.

[I hope he does well for us]

He was then greeted by a fellow padawan who introduced herself as Lily. He smiled at her and extended his paw.

[It's nice to meet you Lily! My name is Kuhbee. Have you been a padawan long?]

He was really new but glad to be meeting fellow Jedi.