Handle With Care

[Feena]

Feena waited on the landing pad. Behind her was her ship, named after her deceased brother, Zaiden. Large, very large. A luxury yacht, built for comfort. But Feena did not own another ship. This was all she had to work with. It wasn't defenseless, of course. She would never think to transport her daughter in an entirely defenseless ship.

As she waited, two confederacy guards stood behind her, watching, waiting. She had dressed, as ever, like a proper lady. Fashionable, elegant, but not in a way that would give her away too much. It was dangerous for her to be out here in the open like this. There were many places a sniper, like the one that had attacked her previously, could strike. But Feena was firm about this. She could not come with them, but she could see the group off.


@Kiskla Grayson, @Strask Ak'lya, @Tycho Shorn, @Sanna Legra @[member="Xander Carrick"]

 

[Sanna Legra]

Coming in towards the landing pad, dressed in a mix of Templar armor and simple clothing, Sanna Legra made her way to the Archon of the Cis with an very intensive face. She knew the risks of the mission but knew they were nothing compared to the task at hand. Nothing to her matter except making sure this mission was successful, not on the ground of the CIS but of the nature of the mission itself. She made sure she had everything needed, including a saber staff she loaned from the armory or the mission. It did make her envious to have one of her own in time. Once she reached @[member="Feena Mason"] gave a bow before looking to her and nodding, an indication she was ready for what was to come.

 

[Garza]

I came up to a Yacht that was clearly labeled as the one that I was supposed to meet at. I slowed my speeder down and got off. Adjusting my robed Templar armor so it was straight and uniform. I pulled my hood off and walked up to Mrs Mason, or Archon. I didn't know what to call her now. making sure that I was on time this round. Wearing twin lightsabers and a heavy blaster pistol, I adjusted the brace on my left arm. The Templar shield, it was rather small. but it was meant as a way for me to protect myself from blasters, allowing more use of my lightsaber. Walking up I nodded my head to the Archon. "Ready Ma'am."

@[member="Sanna Legra"], @[member="Feena Mason"]

 

[Feena]

Feena smiled and bowed low to both who had arrived. So prompt! It made her feel much more confident that she was making the right decision here.

"Thank you both for arriving so early. We shall wait a little longer for the rest, then I will run through the plan with you all one last time."

@Kiskla Grayson, @Strask Ak'lya, @Tycho Shorn, @Sanna Legra @Xander Carrick

 

[Kiskla Grayson-Matteo]

The original dinner had gone well enough. And now, it ended up that Kiskla was lending a helping hand to a team of Confederate employees to transport a small child.

She would keep her distance from the tiny human, and merely be stationed for watch. Any clues that gave away who the attacker had been would also be noted, as Kiskla had volunteered to track down the one that had ignited the fear that sparked this movement. First, it was a good idea to see if said attacker reared his head for this opportunity.

Kiskla had scheduled her leave with the council and requested that they not contact her for any meetings during this time. She figured that such a clandestine affair would demand that electronics be left behind so they could remain untraceable, and many of them would be shrouded in their cloaks. To be honest, the girl was looking forward to spending some time getting to know how some of her allies operated — the only CIS operative she’d met had been Josiah Denko, his Padawan and Daxton Bane briefly in a very strange meeting. That meeting had been part of the reason she’d been inspired to attend the initial dinner invitation — apparently things weren’t as clear as they should have been.

Her heels clicked against the smooth surface of the docking bay, and soon the blonde appeared with those she’d be in close quarters with. Her apparel didn’t make her look like a Jedi in the slightest, just an average civillian-- which was good considering the implications. It was casual, but effective for potential survival or aggressive situations. Unlike the dinner party, Kiskla was armed this time with three lightsabers. She’d sacrificed one to Valik so he could make her something worth wearing.

“Archon Mason,” Kiskla extended a cordial salutations toward the woman who donned a dress that Kiskla admired briefly. “Thank you for your patience.”

@[member="Feena Mason"] | @[member="Tycho Shorn"] | @[member="Xander Carrick"] | @[member="Sanna Legra"]

 

[Merex Garne]

Merex watched the gathering a distance away through the optic of an odd rifle. The objective was nowhere in sight. Possibly not picked up yet. His meager, inconspicuous ship was in the port not far from theirs, but it wouldn't do to be so close while making observations. One male, three female, not counting the crew. One had a saberstaff. It was hard to tell if the others were carrying anything. Could mean Jedi. Could just be someone with a taste for the impractical. Hard to tell.

The optic was panned up slightly, checking over the armament of the ship. It would take his easily. Best to avoid head-on conflict. He pulled the trigger and the magnetic rails were jolted with electricity, slinging the homing beacon through the 'gun' and onto the hull of the ship with a slight pop. Odds were that they were too far to hear anything of the impact, and it was far too small to notice at a glance. He would follow. Hit them at the target location. It would be better than letting them get into space with 'it'.

Until then, he resumed observations, watching to see if any further guards would show.

@[member="Feena Mason"]

 

[Feena]

Feena bowed low to the Jedi as she arrived, smiling as ever, although she was still quite nervous.

"Welcome, Master jedi," she replied, "And thank you for agreeing to come."

She looked around, smile fading ever so slightly.

"@Strask Ak'lya has not yet arrived. Nor has @Tycho Shorn" she noted, "Still, They are not late."


@Xander Carrick @[member="Kiskla Grayson"] @Sanna Legra

 

[Gorba the Hutt]

(OOC: For some reason I didn't get a tag notification. Sorry)

Tycho Shorn strode casually up to the landing pad. Gold sword. Gaudy armor. White robes. Ruffled hair. Shining Eyes. Flashing Smile. A minimalist, he was not. The nobleman inclined his head slightly to @Feen Mason. "Apologies, Archon. I was... delayed."

He left the nature of the delay ambiguous. He doubted the present company would enjoy excuses. Less so if they found that such excuses consisted of duels. It seemed even in the CIS there were those who considered their honor something worth fighting over. The blood of one of them had served to sate Murmegil's thirst. Shorn's pleasant smile told nothing of this darker side, though all could feel it in the Force. Something sinister lurked within the man, but whether he chose to act for good or ill remained to be seen.

 

[Merex Garne]

He couldn't help but notice how long it must have been taking to load that ship. He was beginning to get impatient. If it weren't for the credits, he might have fun picking people off from here.
@Kiskla Grayson, @Strask Ak'lya, @Tycho Shorn, @Sanna Legra @Xander Carrick

 

[Feena]

Feena nodded at the new arrival, then checked her wrist chrono.

"Oh! We are getting behind schedule," she sighed, "Instructions are on this data pad. If you run into any trouble, the holo-communicators on board are state of the art. You may contact me at any time. With any luck, I am just a paranoid mother and this trip should go smooth as shimmersilk."

The Archon pulled something from around her neck and handed it over to Master Greyson. On a long, thick chain, was a pendant. Pretty and obviously valuable.

"My daughter and I have matching pendants," she explained, "When you arrive, show this pendant to whoever receives you and there should be no trouble. But be careful with that. I will expect it back when you return with my daughter."

@[member="Sanna Legra"] @[member="Merex Garne"] @[member="Tycho Shorn"] @[member="Kiskla Grayson"] @[member="Xander Carrick"]

 

[Garza]

Taking one of the datapad that would hold all of the information that I would need, I nodded my head and gave my thanks to her. "Ma'am, There is no need to blame this on being an overprotective mother, Rather it's good that you have that feeling towards your daughter." I nodded my head once more and boarded the ship. Deciding that my little qips were no longer needed.

@[member="Feena Mason"]

 

[Kiskla Grayson-Matteo]

Kiskla’s palm opened for the trinket to be dropped against it, and she regarded it for the while @[member="Feena Mason"] was speaking. Fingertips curled around the piece of sentiment and she nodded. She was doing her best to listen, but there was an encroaching ominous feeling that was causing a precognitive tingle to run down her spine. Where it was coming from, or from who, she was unsure. There was a very obvious darksider next to her but that..that wasn’t it.

She extended her field of responsibility, and still nothing returned. While the instructions were delegated, Kiskla’s light eyes glanced about at the other attendants to this babysitting voyage. There were no immediately anonymous shadows or anything. Still, she had requested that something from the original assassination attempt be given to her. That something was in a packet of arsenal slung across her hips; she would study it on board.

Kiskla didn't say anything to Feena's concerns about being overprotective. She couldn't make promises, as she wasn't a seer. But she would do her best to hunt down who was responsible for the Archon's unease.

Pouted lips finally parted, pushing her concerns aside for a moment to relive Feena's. "Both will be delivered untouched." A small smile was offered before she began marching toward the loading ramp "We best be going to maintain your schedule then."

En route to the yacht, Kiskla intercepted the one who had taken the datapad (@[member="Xander Carrick"]). While she spoke, she slipped the piece of jewellery over her head and made sure it was secured beneath her shirt and undergarments. She didn't often wear jewellery (beyond the alchemical cuff that was melded to her), so she'd definitely keep track of its foreign touch.

"I didn't catch your name." She commented idly as the soles of her boots connected with the metal of the loading ramp and her lean figure ducked inside "I'm Kiskla."

@[member="Tycho Shorn"] | @[member="Merex Garne"] | @[member="Sanna Legra"]

 

[Garza]

I was walking towards the ramp, hearing my boots thunder on the ground when the blonde woman, @[member="Kiskla Grayson"] met up with me. Turning to her as she asked what my name was, I took note of the pendant that she now wore, "Xander, Xander Carrick." There was one thing that I always did, and that was talk, but the thing with all teenagers, is that when they see something nice, they either whistle, or they stare like they are dumb founded. And well, I have been alone for the past 5 years of my life with the closest thing to a female was a droid that had a female sounding voice.

I blanked, not knowing what to say. I just nodded my head and decided to hand her the data pad, even though she already had one. "Um do... do you need any of this.... um information?" I stuttered slightly because well...... lets say that I usually don't talk to women. And even then, never face to face.

@[member="Kiskla Grayson"]

 

[Kiskla Grayson-Matteo]

The Kiffar heir rejected the offer, indicating she had her own by raising it slightly and stepping inside the vessel with a single wayward glance. The others would file in soon enough.

"You're going to need that so we're all on the same page, Xander." Kiskla was careful to use his name, since she now knew it. And the quicker she repeated it, the more likely she was to remember it. So she didn't sound totally heartless and matter-of-fact, the blonde afforded him a brief smile.

She didn't sit immediately, however, but paused for a minute to touch her chin in thought. Travelling in one vessel could be compromising to the mission. They should have an escort staggered slightly. Quickly, she stepped out of the way to whoever would be boarding after her, and opened the datapad to see if there was anything mentioned in there about dual travel to throw people off course.

@[member="Feena Mason"] | @[member="Xander Carrick"] | @[member="Tycho Shorn"] | @[member="Merex Garne"] | @[member="Sanna Legra"]

 

[Merex Garne]

(I figure this was -aaaample- time to give for people to get in...)

This was not a supremely lively bunch. He began punching commands into his wrist control unit, beginning his ship's pre-flight prep. He would hopefully be ready to leave long before they were. Which, if this example held true, it would definitely be the case. He might even kill a few just to do the galaxy a favor and remove some stagnation. Nothing to give himself away, yet, though.

[member="Kiskla Grayson"] [member="Xander Carrick"] [member="Feena Mason"]

 

[Garza]

I looked down at the data pad that was in my hand. I cringed my eyes and shook my head as the woman boarded before me. The Master was nice enough not to point out that I was acting rather stupid. I put the datapad up and walked in after her. Taking a seat on the ship so we could be ready to leave. While she was messing with the pad, I was pulling out my lightsaber. it's chrome looking hilt floating in the air at my eye level.

I had to calm down. And the only way I knew how was to disassemble my lightsabers and put them back together. Slowly my lightsaber came appart, as though with some practiced effort, I hoped to be able to do this process in mere seconds instead of minutes.

[member="Merex Garne"], [member="Kiskla Grayson"], [member="Feena Mason"], [member="Tycho Shorn"], [member="Sanna Legra"]

 

[Feena]

Feena raised her hand in farewell as the group boarded and stood by, watching as the ship flew away. She stayed there until at least, it had broken atmosphere and was well out of sight, then she turned on her heel, two guards joining her as she left. Out of her robes, she pulled out a small communicator device.

"They just left. I'm sure she'll be safe with them."

She didn't wait for a response. She knew her message would get to him.

((Sorry for speeding things up guys, but otherwise, this'll go on forever. Feel free to skip through the space travel bit.))

[member="Merex Garne"], @Sanna Legra @Tycho Shorn @Kiskla Grayson @Xander Carrick

 

[Ak'lya]

OOC: How did I miss this? Ok, so I'll be at the destination.
Strask sat up, realizing too late that today [member="Feena Mason"] was sending her daughter to Bothuwai. Rushing out of the cargo hold-turned bedroom in the back of the shuttle to the cockpit, he watched hyperspace pass by. He would be home in less than a minute. And that may not give him enough time. Calling ahead to the head of security, he said "Clear out a landing platform for the Zaiden to land. Keep all non-authorized personnel from the area. And set up counter-sniper teams." As the yes, sirs flew across the comm, he switched to calling the ship itself. "This is Strask. Sorry, I was away on business. I'll meet you there."
[member="Xander Carrick"] [member="Merex Garne"] [member="Kiskla Grayson"] [member="Tycho Shorn"] [member="Sanna Legra"]