Diplomacy Haru no Yakusoku | Galactic Alliance Diplomacy of CIS Atrisia and Abregado-Rae

[Saram Kote]

OBJECTIVE 4 | TRUTH ​

Immediate Friendly Forces: Davaab Vuhyr'yalilyr squad | Galaar 1-1 Vuhyr'galaar Gunship (under CN-15 Camouflage Netting)​

Ally Tag(s): Rayna Lockley | Ciri Jade | Darth Metus ​

Enemy Tag(s): None. ​

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Spoiler: Equipment

• Armor:
  • 'Vuhyr'yalilyr'gam'
  • 'Ysalamiri Birikad' Nutrient Frame
  • Vambrace Weapons:
    • TBP-01V Tractor-Pressor Beam Projector
    • PC-05V Plasma Caster
      • Plasma Gas Medium Cannister (1)
    • MML-01V Miniaturized Missile Launcher
      • Electro Darts (4)
      • Explosive Darts (4)
      • Surveillance Tagger Darts (4)
    • NML-02VTB Nano missile Launcher
• Implant(s):​
  • 'Rammikad' Enhancement Package
• Melee:​
  • B-01M Beskad
  • K-02M Kal (2)
• Sidearm(s)
  • LRH-5A Verpine Shatter Pistol w/ 'Kyrayc Sur'haai' 1-4x Short Range Optic
• Rifle(s):
  • BR-6B Verpine Shatter Battle Rifle w/ 'Kyrayc Sur'haai' 1-100x Long Range Optic and UGL-02 Underbarrel Grenade Launcher
  • AMR-4M Verpine Shatter Anti-Materiel Rifle w/ 'Kyrayc Sur'haai' 1-250x Extreme Range Optic
• Explosives:
  • Det-Packs (2)
  • Flex-5 Detonite Tape (1 roll)
  • Smoke Grenades (3)
  • Flash-Bang Grenades (3)
  • Concussion Grenade (2)
  • NOVA40 Plasma Grenade (2)

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Saram and the rest of Davaab had spent a considerable time turning their current position into a listening post worthy of note. Their gunship had a considerable sensor suite on its own, and they were using the craft as an impromptu base of operations as they worked. Now, it was the heart of the operations at the post. Surveillance units and automated sensor beacons deployed as part of a sensor net dotted the perimeter of the base, both hidden or disguised as part of the natural terrain. ​

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They had help from the Galaar 1-1's crew and compliment of droids to help set up the rest of the emplacement grade sensors they'd set up. Said sensors consisted of a focused uni-directional sensor dish, omniprobe sensor array and an omni-directional sensor globe. The entire thing was currently being hooked up to a 'Manda' battlenet console by Davaab squad's technician, Jaing Nihut'tyr with the help of one of Galaar 1-1's Gar'gotabor droids. ​

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"Here, hand me the composite output line from the sensor net," said Jaing, crouched down behind the console, holding one hand out to the droid. The droid beeped once and handed him one of the cables. They all looked largely the same to Saram. She could scarcely tell the difference. The droid must've handed him the wrong cable, because Jaing immediately swore. "What did I just kriffing say? I said the composite output line, not the power line." The droid beeped in protest. "No, they don't shabla look the same. Just hand me the right cable this time, di'kut." The droid did as he was told. ​

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"Jaing..." she half chided, standing a few feet away. "Are we going to be on schedule, or am I going to have to call in that we're going to have to delay because you had a fight with a droid?" Ran, who was with her, chuckled in response. The rest of the squad would have as well, if they weren't patrolling or manning their stations. ​

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Jaing plugged in the cable and then dusted his hands off. She watched him tap out a few dozen keystrokes into the console before her HUD updated with the feed from the sensors. "Done, alor. Feed's up. No thanks to that di'kutla droid." Said droid whined in protest, but said nothing more after Jaing gave it a scathing glare from behind his helmet. Saram shook her head. Just another day in the life of Davaab squad, it seemed. ​

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"We're all set here," she said to Rayna Lockley . She then set her comms to update Rayna if her armor's Manda system, synced with the console they'd just set up alerts her of any changes. The gunship's Manda module was also connected, making sure that unless it was advanced stealth technology was involved, it was extremely unlikely they'd miss any changes to the situation. ​

 

[Daros Karmann]

D E A L E R
SPECIAL AGENT DAROS KARMANN
SOLO OPERATIVE
NEW IMPERIAL ORDER
THE TRUTH
ARMOR | RIFLE | PISTOL | MELEE
HARD_SALES
O P E R A T I O N : R I S I N G _ S U N

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Daros' criminal life started as a purely Samaritan act, saving the Boss' daughter. When he became a made man, he merely saw it as another form of employment, one that paid much better than any paper-pushing bureaucrat in a government's office. When he was given the option of jail time or the army, he chose to serve another master, temporarily.

When he lost his legs disarming Sith mines, his old family welcomed him back with open arms, and an iron yoke. He worked for them, first as an enforcer, then later as a part of the money-making crew selling arms and munitions to anyone willing to pay. Gun-running was extremely profitable in a galaxy tearing itself apart, and so long as you kept your head down, it was a relatively safe profession.

The criminal spat out his cigarette and ran a gloved hand along the crates of weapons he was delivering. It should feel like old times. The cramped interior of a freighter, the damp smell of ionized steel, and the flashing warning lights. He grimaced and made his way to the cockpit, passing by Cobra Squad and Djorn Bline . They had their job to lay an ambush, and he had his to make sure the sales went down smoothly.

Evidently, neither was having their day go exactly how they planned it to go.

"How bad is it?" he asked, bursting through the cockpit doors. Their pilot, a third-party Sullustan hired for his secrecy and to be disposed of later, grimaced. "Whatever shot at us wasn't big enough to ground us. We lost a fair piece of structural durability on left engines, possibly leaking fuel."

Daros looked back through the hallway he came back from and gave it a thought. "Can it be fixed?"

The Sullustan looked back and nodded. "If we can land-"

Karmann cut him off abruptly. "Not an option. "

"Then there's no safe way to fix it."

Daros bit his lip. "Can we still make it to the LZ?" They might have to trash the ship, make sure nothing else fell into enemy hands. Daros had an emergency cache of funds to buy an offworld ticket on the next passenger freighter for these kinds of emergencies. "If they don't shoot at us again, we might be able to make an emergency landing close to the drop zone. That's a mighty big if though."

An idea sprung into the agent's mind. "Get us flying low over the tree canopy, nice and slow."

The pilot looked back, an expression of anger and incredulity worn over his face. "Nice and slow!?."

"Like you're kissing your mother on the cheek. We're bailing."

There was a marked silence in the cockpit before the alien launched into another tirade. "Bailing!? What the fuck about me? I didn't sign up for this shi-"

Daros made sure the silence continued by pressing the barrel of his Wasp against the pilot's nose. "Low and slow, now. Once we jump, fly off, lay low and make your repairs. Stay off the radio, we'll make our way to you. Do you understand?"

He nodded slowly, one eye on the flight instruments. Daros narrowed his eyes and holstered his weapon. He left the cockpit in silence, leaving the pilot to swallow his pride and make a hard dive to the earth.

As he passed by Cobra Squad, he singled out their leader, Djorn and pointed towards the 6 weapons crates they had in the cargo hold. Each one packing enough rifles for a small platoon, with spare explosives and ammunition in the last crate. "We're making an emergency drop off and hiking the rest of the way from wherever we land."

He paused, letting the madness of it sink into the moment. "Once we're over the trees, tuck your arms and legs in and curl up. Force willing, we'll make it out of this with only a few scratches and bruises- the crates will hold. They're made to hold against messy accidents to begin with." As he gave the briefing, he moved the crates to the loading ramp, enlisting the help of a few of Cobra Squad for the back-breaking work. They felt the altitude shifts in their stomach even before the sullustan gave them the warning over intercom.

"Dropping speed in 1 minute! You better jump off by then, because I'm not stalling this baby."

Daros pulled his face mask down, enveloping his features with a matte-black palette. "Let's make this quick and painless." He simply said, as the ramp slowly lowered. Pressure whipped out of the cargo hold, and gravity assisted with air pressure wasted no time in sucking out their cargo one by one.

He pushed the last crate out, before giving Cobra Squad a mocking salute and followed the crates out.

OBJ4 PARTICIPANTS: Konrad Bolter | Jaeger Harrsk | Djorn Bline | Rayna Lockley | Miri O'Hare | Lucien Dooku | COMPNOR​

 

[Anika Tau'ri]

B LO S S O M​

Tag: Kat Decoria
Wearing: [X]

Serena was tense. The fabric clinging to her back stretched uncomfortably with the unnatural position her shoulders held. There was no need for it, of course. She was off for the night. There was a tent, set up way in the back, for first aid or whatever minor treatments people may have required as the night progressed. However, Serena was not a part of it. She had been unceremoniously shoved into a dress, and then out of the door by her team, to enjoy her evening.

She rarely enjoyed evenings like this, and what was more, she was on her own. How was anyone supposed to enjoy this kind of thing alone?

No, Serena would have been immeasurably happier if she had been back at the first aid tent. Back where she could be useful, instead of floating around aimlessly like shocking pink petals dancing through the air. Even if there was nothing to do yet, and there would not be. The festival was relatively calm for something the Confederacy was involved in, but the night was young. In Serena’s experience, there would be plenty of work when the sun finally set. Maybe she would be called back to help, but what to do till then?

Stopping to have a drink or some food was always an option, but Serena did not feel like being pressed shoulder to shoulder with strangers. So, she walked. She walked past the food stalls riddled with mouth-watering scents. She passed the open-air bars that were surrounded by a sour cloud of raucous laughter. She passed the markets pushing their exotic wears in boisterous foreign accents. She simply walked.

The problem with walking when one had no destination was that one often found themselves lost. Serena could count the number of times she had been to Atrisia City, or even Atrisia itself, on one finger. By the time she came to her senses enough to take in her surroundings again, Serena realised just how lost she was.

Her charcoal gaze slowly trailed the unfamiliar terrain. The market stalls were no longer familiar, neither were the smells or the sounds. They looked anywhere but the path. She was not panicking; she was a grown-up. Lost now did not mean what it had when she was a child. It would just take a little time to find her way back, that was all. Still, she found her feet slowing. Loosing a little of their determination that they had originally set out with. It was meant to help Serena gain her bearings, but before she could even do that…

S m a c k.

Serena went headfirst into an unsuspecting woman, knocking a colourful rainbow of blurry shapes into the air. Serena’s face immediately flushed a pink that could have rivalled the blossom. “I am so sorry.” The young doctor took a step back if only to evaluate the situation. The blurry mass had been a handful of flowers, which were now strewn wildly over the clay-coloured cobblestone. To hide her embarrassment, she swept down to begin picking up the delicate stems with the utmost care. “I wasn’t looking where I was going.” Her honied tone was filled with a mortified remorse as she swept up the last flower.

She did her best to bunch them back together again, then held them out to the woman she had almost assaulted. “Did I hurt you?”​

 

[Kat Decoria]

Location: City
Objective: Blossom - Enjoy the festival
Tag: Serena Denko

Kat was making sure her flowers were neatly organised as she caressed a petal and sighed, she was feeling a little lonely wandering around the festival seeing people in groups being loud and having fun. Having stepped away from the SJC, she was missing the company of friends and she hadn't visited her family in a long time. As she thought about her situation and what she wanted to do about it moving forward, Kat felt someone bump into her from behind as she stood still. Her flowers were launched into the air, using the Force she let the slowly cascade down and gently land on the floor. Avoiding getting them damage, Kat gave a sigh of relief before she could reach out and start picking them up, the person who bumped into her apologised profusely and starting picking up the flowers for her.

Smiling warmly, she touched their hand and gave a wink to reassure them that she was fine, "I am a-okay! I tend to get lost in my thoughts and bump into things all the time, I think I have hit my head against a few more walls than I should actually admit." Kat laughed softly as she accepted the flowers and started to try and arrange them as they were before. Though her memory on how they were was poor, so she did her best to arrange them neatly. Looking at the stranger, she then looked around the area and shrugged, "I am on my own here for the festival. I heard it was meant to be a nice time with plenty to do but been kinda anxious to do things on my own since everyone else seems to be in a group..."

She trailed off, Kat always found it hard to initiate a hangout with people, but she had been making progress in dealing with her nerves so she shouldn't worry. "Did you want to join me? I heard they could be a couple of fun activities, there were also some ones I had not heard before so I wasn't sure if they were Atrisian based or just something that we don't do on Eshan... Though, to be honest, when we do activities, they tend to be less talking and stuff like that and more duels and fighting." Kat admitted as she let out a nervous chuckle, she was rambling but couldn't stop herself.​

 

[Anika Tau'ri]

B L O S S O M​

Tag: Kat Decoria

Serena let out a light chuckle at her unsuspecting victim’s words. “I’m exactly the same. Lamp posts, walls, doors that close too soon.” Serena let out another laugh, slightly more boisterous than the first. “But I can’t say I’ve ever bumped into a person before, and you were standing still too!” She glanced up sheepishly and shot the porcelain-skinned woman a sheepish smile.

When she accepted the flowers, Serena took a moment to adjust the hem of her skirt, which hung haphazardly off the edge of her thigh thanks to stooping to pick the flowers up.

The woman’s thoughts on the festival was a striking reflection of Serena’s own. It was so similar that she could not help but beam at her. The white hair and milk-white skin certainly made her look angelic, but she could not have been more so to Serena then when she offered her company. Serena breathed a sigh of relief, and she was not ashamed that it was obvious.

“I would love too.” She began. “I’m not really the social type, but I wasn’t allowed to work, so I came here instead. Unfortunately for me, everyone else I know is working.” Serena hesitated to say what she was going to say next, but considering she had just bumped into her, Serena imagined the woman had a pleasant sense of humour. “I’m almost glad I bumped into you tonight.” It was a poor pun, but Serena said with an expression that begged a laugh, even if it was one made out of pity.

She offered her arm out to the woman. “My name is Serena. I think I passed a market stall that sold ribbons earlier. We can pick one out for your flowers, it’ll be my treat for knocking them out of your hands in the first place. Then maybe we can find some of those games you mentioned.” The night seemed as though it was going to be bleak. Serena had been getting her bearings to find her way back to the tent. She was going to simply insist that she returned to work, but now?

There was no reason why Serena shouldn’t jump at the opportunity to have fun. Apart from her team back at the hospital, Abel was always pestering her to find some friends that weren’t medical droids.​

 

[Kat Decoria]

Location: City
Objective: Blossom - Have fun with new company
Tag: Serena Denko

She let out a small chuckle as the stranger mentioned that she was very similar, it was nice to laugh with someone about being clumsy, especially since Echani were renown for being super elegant but Kat always knew she was not that elegant. Perhaps more than most and she could do some dancing, though she hated dancing so much and usually just said that dancing was more something Echani did with loved ones, it was a small white lie but usually steered people she was very much not interested in spending time with away. "Well, bumping into a person completely on accident is a very unique skill, I have too many guys try using it as a pick up line even when I make it clear my preference lies elsewhere." Kat chuckled, drunk people in general were a nuisance but they tended to be even worse in clubs Kat found when she was out on a night of drinking and partying. Though with recent wars suffered by the SJC, she had been supporting them more than partying so been a couple of months since she last been in a club.

As Serena adjusted her dress, Kat looked at hers and felt it looked quite short in comparison, perhaps too short. Though it was only showing off her robotic legs Kat argued so wasn't like plenty of skin was on show and she did enjoy the design. Shaking her head slightly, she was letting herself get too worked up about her outfit, it was fine, she liked it and that was all that mattered, that was all she had to remember herself. Her sister, Rose, would tell her this constantly for months when she was first wearing dresses and outfits that were not coated in mechanic oil. She was snapped out of her thoughts when the stranger mentioned that she would love to join Kat on the festival. Letting out a sigh of relief, Kat smiled widely, "Socialising is so much effort and some people are real idiots! I tend to be dedicated to work too, especially when a new ship design comes to mind, or an engine design. Then I am gone for days in my workshop and can forget to eat. My mum would usually shout at me for doing that." Kat laughed a little too hard at the memory.

Then laughed a little too hard again at the bad pun, though it reminded her of her dad when he would make puns when she worked with him, they were god awful but he loved them. "That is a good pun!" Kat chuckled earnestly as she placed her arm interlinked with Serena's arm, "I am Kat. Nice to meet you Serena!" Kat said, "a ribbon would be great, my niece absolutely loves ribbons so it would go down well with her." Kat smiled warmly to Serena, she was glad to have found someone and this was hopefully going to be a fun night. She let Serena guide them to the flower stall.​

 

[Sinestra]

THE TRUTH
BASTION
I T ' S _ A _ L O N G _ W A Y _ T O _ M U K U M B U R A
O P E R A T I O N : R I S I N G _ S U N

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"Is he stupid?" someone from Cobra shouted despite the dwindling hum of the freighter.

"Yes." Arno said.

"Why the hell are we following this guy's lead?" another asked.

"Sometimes you need stupid to fix smart."

"Huh? Wh-what does that even MEAN?"

Too late for Arno to hear that. He was already freefalling right after Daros and the crates they were running to Atrisian Imperial Front. Branches cracked, broke and smacked his face without bringing a change to his usual irritated looking face.

He landed with a hard thud and tumbled down. Bones and tendons screeched for mercy, he gave them none as he abruptly stood up. With that same ol' grimace he carried it was hard to tell what was going on in this man's head. Became a father? Grimace. Relative died? Grimace.

He slung his rifle upfront and followed the shuffling noise in the thicket. A dozen feet away he found Daros and one of the crates.

"I ought to put a slug in your head for this shit idea." Arno said. A pause before he tapped the radio attached on his shoulder. "It's kaput - yours works?"

They needed to get in touch with the Atrisians as soon as possible.

Daros Karmann | Djorn Bline | Konrad Bolter | Miri O'Hare
Lucien Dooku​

 

[Shaka Sunstar]

THE TRUTH
TALKING_TO_MY_SABER
Lucien Dooku
Konrad Bolter Djorn Bline Sinestra Daros Karmann
Alliance Jedi Guardian Armour

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Sat with legs crossed, dark brown orbs observing the miniature insects on the ground, clambering over sticks, pebbles, and each other to get to the crumbs of food that riddled the ground in front of the seated figure. Over the last few minutes of him waiting in the shadows of the trees, the gathering of ants gradually grew larger. Groups of them fighting over only a handful of crumbs. Starting to dust himself off, he started from his upper chest and down to his groin, but stopped when he noticed some of the more eager insects had climbed up onto him to get to the previously undisturbed crumbs that in his lap.

"Oops," noticing a few of the ants that had made it into his lap became crumpled carcasses. Olu put an end to the blind swiping, dropping both of his hands to the ground on either side of him, and pushing up off of the ground to get back to his feet - the rest of his crumbs tumbling off of him and landing amongst the insects at his feet.

From then on, his observation of the bugs came to an end.

According to Lucien, they were going to set an ambush for the Imperials - his own comrades as he understood it. But, if the Force willed the young Dooku to put an end to clandestine Imperial operations outside of their territory, who was Olu to advise him not to stop them? Besides, his duties as a Jedi, especially of the Alliance forced him in to being there. Whatever was going on was surely meant to disturb the peace. Amon wouldn't let that happen.

It took a while, too long in his opinion. Peering up through the leaves of the trees that he was underneath, he could see a smoking freighter speed past overhead, disrupting the previously calm leaves of the tree above him, even sending some branches tumbling down to land in his vicinity. He supposed it was a good idea that they had split up. Where Lucien's team had taken the high ground on a barely seen ridge far above, Amon remained in the valley, on the lookout for the Atrisian Imperial Front that was inevitably going to meet with the freighter that his compatriot was in the midst of shooting down.

It took him a moment to recognize it, but when that freighter didn't crash into the ground and shake the earth as he had been expecting, he rushed to pick up his helmet and get it back in place. Triggering the repulsors in the heels of his boot, he lifted off the ground, -- too late to realize, as dirt, sticks and pebbles flew along with the still present ants and his crumbs, and without so much as a glance for the friendly ants, he sped off, ducking low hanging branches in the direction of the smoking freighter - unbeknownst to him that the Imperials were closer than he thought.

 

[Djorn Bline]

S N A K E
71st CF-RECONAISSANCE GROUP "GHOST VIPERS"
COBRA SQUAD
NEW IMPERIAL ORDER
THE TRUTH
ARMOR | RIFLE | PISTOL | MELEE
R U N _ T H R O U G H _ T H E _ J U N G L E
O P E R A T I O N : R I S I N G _ S U N

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Well, there was the interference he wasn’t too surprised to encounter. A nuisance, yes, but he wouldn’t be surprised if there wasn’t some complications in the mission. Whether it was customs targeting them or the Atrisians falling behind on schedule. Not only were the assailants the only complication they’d face, but also in their destination of landing. It was no longer on giving a damn where the ship went, but where the shipment landed. They cared little what happened to the pilot and his ship as delivering these crates was more important than the Sullustan; although they’d have to make sure in completely silencing him.

That would come later.

All the cargo crates were pushed out from loading ramp of the freighter, following Daros and another commando operative jumping out.

“Move out!”

A simple order to understand once Snake jumped out from the loading ramp, free falling into the thick branches of trees that was part of the vast jungles in this area of Atrisia. Djorn, like the others, would collide and break several branches going through the trees, many of them scratching and bruising his body before hitting the solid surface of the earth. He let a groan escape, his body ached from the emergency landing. No injuries whatsoever, the only good outcome from the jump. The other Cobras faced the same outcome as their leader.

“Let’s hope whoever the hell that was focuses on the ship and doesn’t bother coming down,” just to save them the trouble, they couldn’t screw up on something so simple as delivering weapons. The stealth features of their pseudo-armor would keep them from being picked up by scanners and other means of sensor technology.

He reached for his commlink, connecting on the encrypted channel frequency they shared with the Imperial Atrisians. “Seven Lives, this is Snake. Kept you waiting, huh? Don’t bother in tracking down the freighter, we had to ditch it as we were attacked by unknown hostiles. We’ve landed out here somewhere in the jungle. I’m sending you the coordinates our location, try hurrying up though,” and ended the transmission. He looked at the others in their party, “Let’s group together the crates, and be vigilant. We’re on thin ice and I won’t tolerate any fuckups,” his eyes then focused on Daros, realizing that he was the least experienced out of those present in terms of combat.

“If you see something or someone that’s not ours, shoot on sight. Shoot first, ask questions later.”

Konrad Bolter | Sinestra | Daros Karmann | Rowan Corde | Amon-Olu | Lucien Dooku | COMPNOR​

 

[Aerarii Tithe]

LOCATION: SIA Operations Room, Coruscant
OBJECTIVE: Truth
GA: Open
NIO AIF: Konrad Bolter | Djorn Bline | Miri O'Hare | Daros Karmann | Sinestra | Jaeger Harrsk
CIS: Rayna Lockley | Saram Kote | Amon-Olu
KIT: Lesser Ring of the Protected Mind | Visions of Gold | Attire
POST: I

“Carrion One is on station.”

Tithe sat up straight in his chair and turned his attention to the hologram being projected in the centre of the circular room. Initially, it was impossible to determine what the image was depicting, but within seconds the flickering stabilised and a clear image began to form. A small freighter of Corellian design skimmed over the forested world, its transit captured by an optical sensor high in orbit. The other occupants of the room, a collection of intelligence and military personnel, likewise sat up in their tiered seating to watch the action unfold.

“Locked on. Confirming registration - stand by.”

The optical sensors on the tiny Ferret-II reconnaissance vessel stayed with the fast-moving freighter, the spy ship’s advanced droid brain keeping the image stabilised while it glided through the upper atmosphere on almost zero running power. Between its low sensor profile, chemical propulsion engines and integrated buffers, the small vessel was difficult to spot from either the ground or orbit.

“We have a match. Tracking.”

The freighter dripped slightly as one of its engines spluttered. The holofeed zoomed out for a moment as the droid searched for the attacking party, completely missing the COMPNOR forces bailing out. The freighter resumed it’s course and continued toward what was assumed to be the handoff point.

Were it not such a serious situation, Aerarii would have worn a bemused smile. A few short months ago he had been debriefed by Strategic Intelligence Agency officers who were vetting him, unsure if they could trust the former Sith-Imperial Moff. Fast forward, and he had a front-row seat in their covert operations room to witness their anti-Imperialist operations on Atrisia.

He was here in his capacity as an architect of the fledgling Galactic Alliance’s movement to assess the threat posed by the New Imperial Order. The SIA had received word that rebels with deep pocket backers were expecting an arms shipment. Backers who seemed all too similar to those behind the uprising on Yinchorr. If a link between the two could be found, it would be a powerful piece of evidence to mount a case against the NIO.

But first, he needed evidence. Tithe leaned back in his seat and watched the holofeed, waiting for the sale of the weapons to begin and for their enemy to step momentarily out of the shadows.

 

[Adhira Chandra]

O A T H
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Xam'Chi was a sight unlike any other in the galaxy. It was a city, true, and almost every planet in the galaxy had cities, but the Atrisian capital was an architectural wonder. The towering skyscrapers were lit up in vibrant colors and many of them were topped with elaborate pagoda-like structures that gave the entire metropolis an almost sacred feel to it. Unlike the sprawling city of Coruscant which gave little reprieve from the urbanity of city life, gardens had been built on many levels, some even dominating entire city block rooftops. Standing on the steps of one such garden, Adhira marveled at the bright pink trees in full bloom, feeling like a central figure in the intricate dance that falling petals seemed to weave around her gown.​

She could hear the festivities below, but here, in a garden high above the lower levels of the city, she knew she would have little opportunity to partake in them. The Chancellor and a small gathering of prominent Alliance figures stood on a stone dais at the top of a flight of stairs. A long stone pathway laid out in front of them until another step of steps led to a dais opposite her. A large stone table waited halfway between the daises. Along the edges of the meeting place were elegantly placed ponds where brightly colored fish stirred the waters of the surface. More of the bright pink trees stood like sentries on both sides of the path, raining springtime down in cascades of carnation. ​

It was in this tranquil spot that she had been called to meet with Darth Metus or perhaps merely a representative. The details had not been clear, but whoever would be joining her today would play a large part in a momentous occasion. The two factions had come together, not just to celebrate the Atrisian Spring, but to sign a treaty that would ensure lasting peace between the Galactic Alliance and the Confederacy of Independent Systems. Personally, she was quite eager to see this treaty signed as she had risked quite a lot negotiating it and forcing it through the Senate prior to her election.​

"Hopefully they arrive soon," she mused to no one in particular before lifting the train of her gown and slowly descending the steps to the stone stable where some traditional writing utensils had been laid out symbolically. ​

 

[Maijan Paisea]

TASK FORCE XESH

T R U T H
GA: Aerarii Tithe // Viribus
AIF: Konrad Bolter // Miri O'Hare ?
MIRROR BETWEEN WORLDS

Deniable liability. That was the fancy name for it. Maijan imagined if it was written in cursive, it might look loopy and pretty enough to be a tattoo. Why not add more to the overall branding of the bomb ticking away in her neck?

She craned to peer upward, absently tugging at a snug fold of her Alliance-commissioned suit across her chest. It was the tightest thing she’d ever worn. Usually, the marble-skinned woman donned flowier attire, perhaps as a physical representation of the ebbs and flows of the current she was so used to. Unlike the affairs on Frego, she wasn’t supposed to look like her typical criminal self. She wasn’t supposed to be seen at all. Something she was very good at, and by extension, so was Vir now, given he was also benefitting from her concealing manipulations. Even now, the two silhouettes were blessed; eclipsed entirely in the current curtain.

Ready to give a tug to the person at the other end of her proverbial leash, Maijan touched her ear as she’d seen in the holofilms. Readily, the comms snapped to life. Static passed through first, crackling harshly in her drum and she blinked. Still getting used to all the technology that was so readily handed out by way of the Core’s government. The cause of interference would always evade her. She might have blamed the foliage, its thickness difficult to see beyond let alone receive a signal. The forest was an excellent cover for clandestine operations –– the location alone suggested their intel might be good enough to be correct. She had been about to report nothing but silence, but the distant hum of speeder bikes cued her to stretch upward, leaning over the handles of their own locally sourced machines. That was their target –– the supposed locals. The buyers.

Buyers required sellers –– that duty was tasked to a Jedi (Amon-Olu ). Following locals around on their own soil introduced a bit more of a controversial conversation that, in all Task Force Xesh glory, would be better if just avoided or unnoticed.

“Ah, therre –– you see that Virr?” The woman asked, peering through the darkness. A soft golden glow ignited around her irises, seeking through the folds and creases of the current’s ripples.

“It’s unnerrved.” The Fallanassi explained the senses fed back to her per millisecond from her ethereal ally. The altruistic nuance of The Force recoiling from the machines and agitated shapes in the darkness. Anticipation thrummed through the waves, the undulations almost tangible to the practitioner. “Surrely you sense it too. We should follow, quietly.”

The painful part of this was their speeders –– machines –– were not made of mind, spirit and body. Only one of the three entities that were so integral to the Fallanassi’s teachings. Slowly, she heeled down and rolled her wrists, rocking her hips forward to encourage the bike to creep from its stagnant position.

If the Alliance wasn’t so dependent on hard facts and hard evidence, she might have been able to spend time flow walking to the future to prove the suspicious handover; but alas. The Force’s storytelling would not hold up in court. Something about Jedi Mind tricks gave it a bad rep.

 

[Miri O'Hare]

H O L E _ I N _T H E _ S U N
ATRISIAN IMPERIAL FRONT
NEW IMPERIAL ORDER
GETTING PAID
Pistol | Rifle | Melee
AIF/NIO: Djorn Bline | Daros Karmann | Konrad Bolter | Sinestra | Jaeger Harrsk
Enemies: Lucien Dooku | Maijan Paisea | Aerarii Tithe | Viribus

"Don't everybody thank me at once."
- Han Solo

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The Aquarius rocked heavily, bits of debris slamming into the armor of the old Mandalorian patrol ship. She screamed as the needle Kix was holding was jammed way too far into her arm and she snatched it away, a small trail of blood following her as she jumped off the small operations table in her makeshift medbay.

"Karking HELL Kix, are you trynna kil me?"

"I am sorry mistress. The sudden turbulence combined with my under maintenance servos made it difficult to stabilize the needle while-" Miri snatched a glove from the counter to her left and wadded it up into a ball. The ship rocked again and she sighed in frustration before shoving the wadded ball of synth fabric into her mouth and bit down hard. Her muffled scream was drowned out by the clanging as she worked the long needle out of her arm and tossed it to the floor. She snatched the small handheld synth flesh sealer from the same counter as the glove and ran the hot laser applicator over her arm with another muffled groan before tossing that to the floor as well.

"What the hell is going on Six?" she shouted over the com headset she always wore. The bulky thing looked conspicuous but the extra signal strength, encryption, and beck and call made it all worth it. She heard a stream of binary over the ship-wide com and cursed before taking off for the cockpit.

"And what about me mistress?"

"Just, just karking clean up the med bay! Grab yourself and me a rifle while you're at it!" she shouted from down the hallway.

She fell into the seat of her cockpit, the chair swiveling around to face the controls. She flipped a few switches and retook control.

"By the seas of my ancestors..." She let the words trail off. From the old Corellian freighters supplies and people were dropping out. She hadn't been told the New Imperial Order had brought troops with them, and these looked like Black Ops. She cursed. What had she gotten herself into? Oceiros Sunstrider and that damn Sol Stazi better be grateful for all this. She looked over the scanners and saw they didn't have any fighters on their tail. Was it just ground troops? Had they been betrayed by the AIF? Or had the info been leaked that they were doing a weapons drop today? It didn't matter. SHE still had HER cargo and SHE would still make the drop. Her smuggler's pride depended on it. Remembering her briefing she thumbed a secure com Channel to the Imps.

"W-what should I do? Keep going to the rendevous? Pick up? I-" She brought her attention from her screens back to the flaming freighter and noticed something strange...Something not on her scanners.

"Actually, hold that thought."

A Galactic Alliance Ferret. She cursed and primed her weapons. The thing seemed occupied with the Corellian ship. She took aim and fired the laser cannons. It wasn't showing up on scopes so she had to wing it by eye. She whiffed the first shot, the vessel taking automatic evasive maneuvers, but droid pilots were predictable and her trigger finger was quick. She pulled the trigger again.

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ALLIES | NIO | AIF | COMPNOR | OPEN
ENEMIES | CIS | GA | OPEN

 

[Maou]

GA: Adhira Chandra Sssar Taszzn
CIS : Darth Metus
AC: Matsu Ike

Kaito stepped up beside the Chancellor and smiled. Though she couldn't see the smile from behind his mask he tried to let his eyes do the talking. He scanned the reception taking note that there wasn't any true representation of the Atrisian Commonwealth here. Just CIS plants, probably purchased with credits. He honestly wondered if they were even natives.

"As do I Chancellor," he said, his modulated voice coming out smoother than one might expect from robotic throat annunciators. "I fear we will wear out our welcome here before long," he warned. "The Atrisians are a proud people and well," he scanned the room visibly, "I don't see a single member of the Royal Family or the Houses here, if that tells you anything. This could very well be the biggest political sham in the last decade of Galactic Politics."

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[Anika Tau'ri]

B L O S S O M​

Tag: Kat Decoria

“Sounds like we’re very similar, you and I.” Serena cast her gaze to the woman she now knew as Kat and put a beaming smile on her face. “You fix machines, I fix people. Both of which find ways to be exceedingly frustrating yet gloriously time-consuming.” Serena could remember the days she spent locked in her dorm room, nose buried in the latest medical article. She did not have a mother to remind her to eat. Though she did have a grouchy uncle, but his focus was more on trying to convince her to take her rightful place as a royal of Naboo. Something Serena had desperately tried to avoid all her life, but she did not think Kat would want to hear about that.

They were here to have fun, and now Serena had an extremely pretty excuse hanging off her arm, she was going to make the most of it!

When Kat laughed hard at her pun, Serena beamed. Not many people had the patience for her jokes, or the mind to even understand them. Serena was pleased Kat was nothing of the sort. She found herself giggling along with her. “Perfect. I think I can remember the way back.” She nodded down the path of clay coloured cobblestones that she had been lost on mere moments ago.

The walk back did not seem so intimidating now, and Serena did not feel half as uncomfortable or lost with Kat at her side. In fact, Atrisia almost seemed like a pleasant place to be when you had someone to enjoy it with. Serena noticed that the colours decorating the sloping architecture seemed a little brighter. She noticed the smells seemed to be that slight bit more entrancing. Even the sky, filled with pinpricks of bright white light that you could see on almost any planet, seemed to be that much more beautiful.

Serena was so entranced by the discovering of all the beauty Atrisia had hidden away that she almost walked right past the flower stall. The thing that stopped her was the heady scent of blooms en masse. Her charcoal gaze flicked left and right until they landed on a stall that was almost as colourful as the bouquet in Kat’s hand. “Here we go!” She exclaimed, veering Kat off the road just a touch so they could indulge in the flowers.

Serena lent forward to inhale the scent, almost until her nose was brushing against the soft petals. There was a small box buried beneath the flowers. A curled edge of crimson silk peaked out through the flora, breaking the pattern of white and pink the owner had created. “And there are the ribbons.” Serena shuffled along the edge of the stall, until the ribbons were directly in front of her, which was when she finally relinquished Kat’s hand. Her gaze went from the vibrant display to the bunch of flowers in her companions’ hand.

“I know…” Serena reached out and dipped her hand into the box. “I think I’ve found the perfect one.” It took a few moments more, but when she finally pulled out what she wanted, she did so with a beam. It was a ribbon shaded in various rainbow colours. The silk it was made from was so sheer you could almost see the starlight twinkling through it. “A rainbow ribbon for a rainbow bouquet.”
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[Kat Decoria]

Location: City
Objective: Have fun with Serena!
Tags: Serena Denko

Serena commented that they were very similar people, Kat had done quite a few classes in healing with the Force so Kat was a skilled healer when she needed to be, so she was a bit more similar to Serena than Serena knew. Though Kat decided to withhold the information that she was a combat medic when needed, instead she smiled warmly and felt her heartbeat increase as they held hands. It had been a long time that Kat let herself get close to a person, especially since she had struggled with being close with people at SJC. However, this felt natural, it felt nice and significantly better than the drunken one night stands that she had been having as of late. Telling herself that she just needs to keep calm, just let things flow naturally as she walked with Serena.

She let Serena lead the way, admiring the festival as it continues to demonstrate the beautiful different culture to Kat as she tried taking mental notes of how things were different. She was also glad to have company during this, since it was clear plenty of others were enjoying the company of friends and family during this event. Kat inhaled deeply and then slowly breathed out as she felt her gaze turn back to Serena, who seemed to be more relaxed in her company than she was when Kat first bumped into her, or to put it more accurately when Serena first bumped into Kat. When they arrived at the store, Kat looked around and admired all the different flowers, it seemed to have completely different flowers to the store she had been to before.

Serena disappeared and then returned with ribbon of a rainbow colour, Kat smiled warmly as she took the ribbon and decorated it around the bouquet. Kat smiled warmly as she held it up for Serena to see, looking her in the eye, Kat said "perfect! I love it, my mum might think it is a bit too much flamboyance, but my niece loves rainbows and unicorns." Kat smiled warmly as she paid for the ribbon and then grabbed Serena's hand. "So, should we check out the games next?" Kat asked curious, also hoping that she wasn't being too forward with Serena as she smiled warmly.​

 

[Darth Metus]

O A T H​

Tag: Adhira Chandra , Srina Talon , Adron Malvern , John Locke , Faye Malvern, Visanj T'shkali , Alessandra Creed

XAM'CHI
Capital City, Atrisia

Family.

The bond of shared blood had a compulsory might. It could inspire even the most selfish to place themselves into harm's way. It could alter one's desires to be in favor of another. Indeed, the bonds of family were powerful - enough so that even the Southern Systems stretched North. For the totality of their existence, the community had ambitions of reuniting the Southern community under one banner. Those systems that one stood together in the face of the Netherworld Crisis hoped to see glorious reunion in the present. Yet, the plight of one of their own - a lost Obsidian Knight - had been enough that aide had been dispatched. What had begun as answering a distress signal above Atrisia quickly spiraled into battle.

A Mad Sith by the name of Mythos had hoped to seize control over Atrisia once more. He sought to resume the bondage that the world had suffered at the height of the One Sith Empire. And thus, an armada had been assembled to aide in his designs. The clash was vicious. And with the enemy seemingly defeated, the Southern Systems met with the Atrisian leadership. An accord was struck, one which saw the shining world enter the Confederate fold. Atrisia would enjoy protection within the nation's borders. It would never again suffer bondage, not so long as the Southern Systems existed. And, as if to add credence to this agreement - the Southern Systems answered the newfound threat which arose a mere handful of hours following the accord.

Blackwing erupted across the planet. A plague which raised the dead. Despite this fresh Hell, the Southern Systems stayed true to their words. The corrupt walls of Jar'Kai were sealed, the virus purged, and the sovereignty of Atrisia maintained. From thence, relations between the Southern Systems and their newfound member became quiet. Atrisia, ever sovereign, opted to keep to itself for the duration of its membership. The Confederate presence upon the surface was light - enough for a timely response to any foreign threat. Yet, for the most part, the Atrisian Commonwealth licked its wounds and continued its independence. Their existence was a reflection of the community that the South had erected: a community of Independent Systems.

Change came in the form of the Galactic Alliance.

Whilst the Blackwing Virus assaulted Atrisia, the Core itself was in shambles. A Confederation of Imperial values had laid down roots, only to collapse. A New Republic had risen and fallen. A cult of Grayson personality settled. And Corellia stretched its wings. It was the latter of these realities which formed a new government: an Alliance sharing the name of the Confederacy's deceased ally. Their cause was one of Light and the reunification of the Core. Tentative negotiations had undertaken, culminating in the pending treaty of the present day. The Confederacy's watch over Atrisia would come to an end: the torch would be passed to the Galactic Alliance. And in doing so, the Core would become blood to the South.

The nations would place themselves in harm's way to defend the other. They would alter their desires in favor of another. Like siblings, they would know an Alliance.

The howl of descending engines overtook the graceful winds.

Having a further distance to travel, the delegation from the new Heart of the South had finally arrived. The shuttle came to a prompt halt upon the designated pad, releasing a hiss of as its ramp gave way. Night and Day disembarked as one. Machine and Man. A squad of the nation's finest DAUNTLESS Commandos formed a line to the right of the ramp, with a squad of BX Commando Droids forming an identical formation to the left. The Vicelord's shoes were the next to echo down the ramp. Sharply dressed, in the colors of his nation no less, he led the delegation forward until they arrived at the tranquil locale.

There, the sable-skinned man stepped forward - arms wide as if to receive the Alliance in a loving embrace. "Chancellor Chandra!" he began, beaming. "It is lovely to see you." His arms lowered, hands clasping together as he approached. "On behalf of the Confederacy, I thank you for the spirit of brotherhood you have brought to Atrisia." He then motioned to the delegation at his rear, nodding to acknowledge those who had accompanied him. "Joining me today are the Ministers of the Confederate Presidium and our Esteemed Exarchs."

With introductions made, the hour had finally arrived.

"Let us begin."

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[Josiah]

LOCATION: Countryside, Atrisia
TAG: Auteme

She had grown up far too fast.

Pain was a reality that came with the warrior's past. Aches settled into one's bones after every battle. Yet, with time, a warrior knew how to ignore the nagging of motion. Typically speaking, Josiah would have shrugged off the wounds - no matter how severe. With a healer for a bride, it was not difficult to be patched up following any mission. Yet...the Cataclysm was a different animal entirely. In the blink of an eye, the whole of the Knights Obsidian had been decimated. Their midst reduced to a mere fraction of their former glory. All of this due to an artifact running wild. All of this had turned their comrades into a reflection from Hell.

The chaos had seen Josiah squaring off against a Squire-turned-Monstrosity. Claws had practically rent him apart when the building came down atop their heads. It was a miracle that he made it out alive. A greater miracle that he was able to even walk. The Lightbearer had eaten more injury in that chaos than any battle he had ever fought. And, though Mara did her absolute best to restore him, there was just something about the wounds that were nefarious. The Force did nothing to accelerate his restoration. Nor did plunges into frigid bacta baths. Only time seemed to do the trick.

Thus, as Josiah spent the day on Atrisia with his daughter, he did his best to hide the winces as they settled atop the hill. A solid sigh escaped him as he laid back upon the grasses, eyes fixated upon the springtime sky. One could definitely get used to the view. For awhile, they chatted about the usual. What she was up to. How Mara was faring. He spared her the details about the Cataclysm - saying that they were both fine and working was more than enough. Things were simple...that is, until she brought up O'reen.

The word was as picking at a scab.

For a moment, Josiah was silent after his daughter inquired, and yet another sigh escaped him. Not of pain, but of decision. "I suppose it's time." he began, adjusting his hands behind his head comfortably.

"Long ago...the Galactic Republic was the home of the Jedi. The Republic and the word Jedi were one and the same back then. Where the Jedi went, the Republic followed. Where the Republic went, the Jedi followed. Things...were good for a long while. And I learned everything I know from some of the greatest men from that Order. Master Watts and Grandmaster Wraith were my mentors." he began, digressing slightly.

"Anyway. O'reen. After watching the Sith Empire ravage the Galaxy for years, the Republic finally decided to do something about it. We went on a Crusade against the Dark Side and, ultimately, destroyed them. But...it's what we did afterwards that..." he paused. Another sigh. Regret was heavy in his tone. "We didn't just stop with the Sith. We began hunting the Dark Side, at first. Everywhere. Then, we began to bully other nations - daring them to interfere. If they turned over and let us do what we wanted, they would live. But if they did anything less, we would treat them as Sith and destroy them."

"O'reen was when the Galaxy finally stood up to us and said No. It was when I finally realized how far off the path of good we had strayed. We had come to O'reen simply because we disagreed with how a democratic nation did things. We used the presence of fringe traditions as an excuse to bring our armies. And, thankfully, we lost."

Despite the agony, Josiah forced himself to sit up. He reached, placing his dominant hand on the cheek of his beloved daughter. "O'reen taught me to never tie who I am to an Order or a Nation. Do not lose who you are in the tide of those surrounding you. Be Auteme. Always. Even if it means departing from friends, teachers, loved ones..."

"Do not wait for an O'reen to open your eyes."

675

 

[Adron Malvern]

EXARCH​

Tags: Darth Metus | Srina Talon | Adhira Chandra | Faye Malvern | Alessandra Creed | John Locke ​

A large portion of Adron's life had passed without him ever needing to interact with delegates from the various Republic-like states that had risen in the core. He often found himself opposing them, facing them, and even hunting them. The thought of such a thing caused his lips to curl into a slight smile, yet he did not pay it much grace. The Galactic Alliance had presented themselves so that they may take on the role of Patron to Atrisia? The Exarch found no sense in this. The Atrisians were safer under the rule of the Confederacy, far so than some new state that seemed to have the habit of appearing every few decades. Still, there was no reason nor right for the Confederacy to deny that Atrisia leave their walls for that of the Alliance, and if in the process an understanding of peace could be made? So be it.

His Master had dictated that he would handle this matter, which meant the Office of the Exarch's were assembled more for formality or counsel than to truly exercise their power. He wore a fine black suit with a striking purple tie fastened cleanly around his neck. The man kept his composure as they set off to meet the representative of the Alliance. He did not know much of this woman. She was the Chancellor of the Alliance, yet what more could he ascertain? He'd have to remember to speak with Faye Malvern about this woman, Chandra. He turned his eyes towards his younger sister who served as Minister of Influence. He allowed their eyes to meet for a silent moment, before he returned his gaze to the Chancellor.

A spare glance, nothing more to the outside eye.

As his Master introduced him, the Exarch stepped forward, inclinging his head respectfully as his eyes remained firmly fastened on their guest. "Chancellor. It is a pleasure for us to welcome you to Atrisia. I am Exarch Adron Malvern." Curt, but it held the natural expectation of politics, did it not? A pleasant word, a greeting, and an introduction.

His gaze turned back to his Master when he revealed that it was time for this meeting to be officially opened. The Exarch nodded in agreeance. He was eager to see this matter done so he could enjoy a drink, something stiff.
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[Faye Malvern]

T A G S | Adron Malvern - Darth Metus - John Locke - Srina Talon - Adhira Chandra
W E A R I N G | [X]

Francesca was tired.

Tired of delegates. Tired of travelling. Tired of the endless meetings.

Granted, Atrisia had the good fortune to be something a little different from the norm. Ordinarily, these things took place across a table, in some dusty room covered in some neutral colour to attempt to stem the tension, but not today. Atrisia was wonderful. A warm midsummer’s eve had overtaken the planet in its entirety. Everything was shadowed in a slowly dimming orange glow, soon to be completely lost to the twinkling starlight as the night sky stretched out overhead.

It was a beautiful scene, for the not so beautiful task they had been set. The shuttle had crept slowly over Atrisia. Much to Faye’s dismay, it went straight past the festivities. Perhaps there would be a chance to explore them later, but first? Work. More work. At least the location chosen to sign the treaty was somewhat pleasing to look at.

A myriad of tall buildings doused in rainbow lights that flickered and flashed with the gentle breeze that rolled through the streets. As the shuttle came to land, pale pink petals attacked the viewport with soft thuds, drowning out Faye’s view of the high gardens. Her first proper look at the scene the Galactic Alliance had chosen for this meeting came after everyone had departed the shuttle. They were standing before a towering building of cream-veined marble. Surrounded on all sides by blossom trees that shed their petals freely and willingly over anyone who walked close enough.

Beautiful, but not so much so that it distracted the minister from the task at hand.

She followed the Confederate delegation closely as they crossed the courtyard to meet Chancellor Chandra. First to speak was the Vicelord, someone Faye had gotten to know beyond the confines of work. Of Confederate business. Not only was he the Vicelord, but he was a very dear friend of her brother, who spoke next. Faye cast her glance quickly to Adron, offering him the hint of a grin as he spoke. Then, it was her turn.

“Chancellor Chandra. A pleasure to finally meet you in person.” Faye offered her a warm smile. “I’m Faye Malvern, Minister of Influence.” Many letters with the Chancellors signature had crossed her desk in recent months. She almost felt as though she knew the woman personally, despite only reading her words through a datapad. It was nice to finally put a face to the name. Despite this, Faye knew better than to trust her blindly. That was the sole reason she had opted to be without the Cridhe Gras. The necklace could be worn easily without utilising its powers, but Faye did not want to take the chance of missing anything.

She was growing accustomed to her natural empathic abilities. It was easier now to pick out specific emotions in a crowd. It was easier to home in on one feeling and one feeling alone. If nothing else, she was here to ensure that their intentions were true.