Geonosian Convention

[Siobhan Kerrigan]

[member="Drystan Talroth"], [member="HK-36"]


There was a bit of a delay before Siobhan responded. Presumably she was doing stuff. "While it would stroke my ego to put a puppet in power, I'm not sure the returns would warrant the investment. I wouldn't mind a droid foundry though." Admit it, Siobhan, you're just racist against bugs. How many Geonosians does Firemane employ? You elves...humans are all racist.

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"Anyhow, I'll send the info you gave me to the Alliance. I suppose they'll have an interest in finding out that one of their neighbours has gone cray-crazy." Shortly thereafter, she'd forward HK's message about the chaotic, confusing and somewhat bizarre situation on Geonosis that seemed to involve public executions in arenas, a Whiphid Sith suddenly popping up and the authorities throwing up force fields and dropping gas to her contacts in the GA.


Siobhan's dealings with the galactic federation were a bit distant since she did not live in their space, but she knew some people since Firemane did business with their military. Moreover, many of their officers had worn Protectorate uniforms. A number of those would've served under her.


It would probably end up on the desk of Admiral [member="Astarii Saren"] and of a few Masters in the New Jedi Order, like [member="Jacen Voidstalker"] and [member="Ryan Korr"] or whoever was available. One had to consider the fact that the GA was probably quite occupied after beating the One Sith. Ultimately, as it travelled down a grapevine, a certain [member="Tiland Kortun"] might hear about it. That was obviously all out of her hands.

 

[Tubal Sahon]

Tubal was more surprised than anything. He never really thought about what could have been tracked on his boots before. He took them off, unstrapping each of the straps in the back of them. As he slipped them off, the group could see the hairy feet that belonged to this man, all wiry and black. His feet looked of poor hygiene, but oddly enough, they did not smell. At least not yet.

He hated the feel of the ground on his feet, that mixture of stone and sand. Sandstone. Horrid sandstone. It felt smooth and cool, but yet he knew that as soon as he would go to walk anywhere else his foot prints would be marked with that red sand, and impossible to scrub out... The umbaran kneeled as he undid the straps to his boots, the leather frayed and shriveled from years of use, scratches and scuffs covered the article. It was unfortunate that they would have to, but perhaps it was their time.

Tubal placed the shoes in one of the empty bags. He didn't like the thought of walking around on the cold floors of a spaceship. In fact, why did he even come to this display? It seemed that everything that he got involved in went to poodoo these days

"I'm surprised that you actually came to this, Lord Velok. Sad I have to meet you in such fleeting circumstances." There was a slight growl to his voice

[member="Velok the Younger"] | [member="Mala Arar"] | [member="Jain"]

 

[Gorba the Hutt]

Cracks and fissures lined Jain's leathery face; a mirror to the canyon. Both held secrets for those who knew how to decipher them.

Red eyes stared, unblinking. Jain looked first at the Whiphid, then the humanoid. Nictitating membranes slid over his eyes, then back again. He nodded once, with a peculiar, stiff, jerking motion.

He knelt and unfastened the laces on his sandals, then removed them. Bare feet touched the canyon floor and Jain felt a pang. For a moment, he imagined himself standing upon the Wannschok, but this place did not feel the same beneath his toes.

Jain nodded again.

[member="Velok the Younger"] | [member="Mala Arar"] | [member="Tubal Sahon"]

 

[Amelia von Sorenn]

As the gas began to dissipate, an antidote released and all manner of apologies thrown around, the woman knew that they would fall upon deaf ears among the multitude of individuals whose own government; or attempt at thereof, had just gassed them. The arena was left in chaos, and with all those that were slumped over or had taken it upon themselves to attack one another, the damned place looked like a war zone. Still, some had managed to get out before the dome had fallen over the structure, and it seemed that others found their own way out. She took a quick glance over the crowd, taking stock of the moment and counting heads that remained.

She couldn't see them, those that had apparently called themselves Sith, or at least carried the red 'Hey look at me, I'm a Sith!' colored lightsabers. It was the other woman that she saw, a soft smirk crossing her lips under the blood soaked cloth as she shook her head. What effects, minor or not, of the gases that had hit her lungs seemed to be wearing off before they had a chance to take hold. A soft hiss escaped her lips as her hand came up, pulling the still blood damp cloth from her face. A soft tint of red covered her chin and cheeks, revealing her as the monster she tried to hide away when she could.

Then she looked up, a heavy sigh escaping her lips once more. There it was, the gunship, and the primary viewing box. Those that caused this mess should have been smart enough to leave, though it seemed the dome had caught many beneath it in the chaos. Shaking her head to herself, she even wondered what the kark she was about to do.

"This is a bad karking idea Amelia, emphasis on the 'bad karking' part".

Pressing down on her lead foot, she jumped up, grabbing the small ledge of the stand above her before pulling herself up. Taking a deep breath, she dug her nails into the structure, climbing slowly, though focusing at what was above her. She couldn't worry about those below or still on their way. She even wondered why she was going to do what she was about to do; for she had no stake in this world, it was that damned voice in the back of her head.

"They just gassed their own people. Someone needs to face judgement".

With a hiss she pulled herself up, the woman now face to face with the Trandoshians and the lone Nemoidian; the loathsome creature that caused this all to begin with. Shaking her head slightly, she leaned against the railing she had just pulled herself up and over. Her golden-yellow hues falling upon the Nemoidian, never once looking away or breaking eye to eye contact as she spoke. Though she did not address the Nemoidian, rather she spoke to the Trandoshian.

"How many points does the Score Keeper feel that today is worth? Or would the Score Keeper deduct from your pool for protecting one that would use something as careless and reckless as gas rather than facing their enemy with honor?"

[member="Jessica Med-Beq"] | [member="Herr Vanderhing"] | [member="Jain"] | [member="Velok the Younger"] | [member="Mala Arar"] | [member="Tubal Sahon"] | [member="Drystan Talroth"] | [member="Siobhan Kerrigan"] | [member="Arisa Yune"] | [member="HK-36"] | [member="Werah Unon"] | [member="Darth Vitium"] | [member="Causstik Rahn"] | [member="Cait Falcor"] | [member="Sasha Starkos"] | [member="Jacen Konshu"] | [member="Mobius"] | [member="Jackson Mills"] | [member="Dean Letham"]