Private Iokath Safe Harbor

[Griet van Vliet]

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To whom it may concern,

Please go through the attached guide to make donations available to help victims of the Sith Civil War, alongside the instructions for getting tax receipts whenever applicable. You can donate money, food, medical supplies, and even temporary shelter or resources to guide refugees to foster families to help homeless refugees in need. These refugees have gone through atrocities at war and even before the civil war began, they deserve a second chance in life.

Regards,

Aren D'Shade
Circle of Friends for Sith Civil War Refugees

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After the entire Bryn'adul-induced rash of fake charity scams, Griet was understandably wary of hearing about donations, or even about these so-called "badge charities" where the charity was legitimate, but spent most of the collections on overhead and other internal operating expenses. However, there was no denying that, especially after the Sith Empire cut the CNO off after the major battles to the southeast (Kintan and Mandalore, and Velmor after that), some subfactions among the Empire started rebelling against it, and the New Imperial Order that arose from it, would not take kindly to atrocities committed by the Empire. Nor would Griet assume the NIO would be beyond committing atrocities of their own. However, since she feels that, even though the Circle of Friends for Sith Civil War Refugees was likely to be fraudulent, sometimes uncovering the fraudulent nature of a charity requires donating to it. For the purposes of the inquiry, Griet would just send the addresses of five different vacant properties on Iokath to direct refugees to, in the off-chance the charity is legitimate or the fraudster is itself a Sith Civil War refugee, these addresses being in the Selruvian Biome, Chromium Garden, Tributary, Iokath Expanse and, of course, the Valley of the Machine Gods. She kept addresses on Isis, Council, Orto Plutonia, D'Qar or Alzoc III in reserve for later stages if necessary. Yet, Griet not being overly well-versed in cybersecurity, whoever that person is would still be able to trace the reply to Iokath, but no more than that.

 

[Aren D'Shade]

Turning to face her partner in crime, Aren gave him a large smile. They had cooked up this plan and idea, formulated the chain letter together, and then sent out several copies to different locations on Iokath. Almost every word they chose was true and in a way the woman did have some sympathy for the refugees.

Of course, the stated business was a false one. However, Aren was a master at hacking and had forged all the proper records for the company. Now, all they had to do was wait for somebody to fall for the bait.

It didn't actually take very long before they received a message. It came from a woman named Griet and she agreed to meet with them. Being on Iokath was almost a dream come true for Aren. This was a world that had once been dominated by droids and robots. Much of it had been humanized now, but there were many signs left behind.

"C'mon, let's go!"

Grabbing Rann's hand, they were both dressed to look like they were collecting donations and were presentable. She had also fabricated IDs for them. This was just a simple precaution and Aren felt she had everything covered if anybody decided to question them.

Rann Thress Griet van Vliet

 

[Rann Thress]

Rann grabbed at the clothing on his body. He felt constricted in it's fabrics, vulnerable. It reminded him of a suit of armor with how rigid it felt. He tried to hide his uncomfortability in his face as best he could. He had his hair tied up behind his head, trying to look professional and presentable and shaved his facial hair down to nothing for this task as well.

Rann didn't necessarily agree with this scam of theirs. He didn't mind taking money from these people, he just felt this was a weird roundabout way to do it. However, he returned Aren's smile and was genuinely a bit excited at the prospect of this 'un-truth' coming to fruition.

He called it an Un-truth when they were discussing this plan, because none of it was strictly a lie. Rann could consider himself a refugee fleeing the Sith since Vjun was taken, and the news of refugees fleeing the Civil War were everywhere and slightly inconvenienced Rann and Aren both. That was enough for him to believe he suffered. Or, at least say he suffered without feeling like a complete liar.

He allowed Aren to take his hand and together they proceeded towards the meeting spot for one of these oh so charitable donators. He grabbed at the clothes on his chest again, straining, and then moved his hand to the inside of his Jacket pocket, feeling for his Lightsaber. No matter how fool-proof their plan, how sure they were nothing could go wrong, NO amount of convincing from Aren could ever get him to leave his lightsaber behind.

*Not that'd I'd be able to fight in this drexl-suit."
he thought to himself.

"For the record, I hate these clothes."
He said to Aren, before straightening his clothes once more, sighing, and putting on his best "Please help the helpless" face.

Aren D'Shade

Griet van Vliet

 

[Griet van Vliet]

Many on Iokath were oblivious to what was happening in the greater galaxy, so it was easy for the organic residents to fail to notice the arrival of the phony fundraisers at the Fleet Spire, the main spaceport for the organic residents of the planet. The more I think about it, the more I feel I am dealing with a moneylaundering scheme, but the most insidious of moneylaundering schemes, or fraud schemes, often happen with some veneer of legitimacy, Griet thought, while a pebble of the dark side was approaching at the Fleet Spire's central tram station ( Aren D'Shade ) that feels somewhat tortured, or someone else that accompanied her felt that way ( Rann Thress ). Thus far she is not pledging anything since there is some chance that none of these five dwellings could be satisfactory to the charity, real or fake. But, to meet the representatives of the Circle of Friends for Sith Civil War Refugees, Griet had to take both lines of the pneumatic tram that were in service: first the Valley Line, with six stations, and connections with the Expanse Line at the Superweapon Command Center.

If they were both able to sense Griet in the Force, they would know Griet would be a lot more powerful than virtually every other organic person living on Iokath. Sure, there were droids everywhere on the planet, especially in the Expanse, but for now, they would be on the hook for the expenses of readying the chosen dwelling(s) for the coming of new refugees, and follow the money trail from there. Once Griet arrived, with the list of addresses in hand, at the Fleet Spire station of the Expanse Line, she realizes that maybe she would need to use some Force-ECM, as she had on Wayland, that would generate a lot of Force-noise around them to Force-sensitives. But before then, she tried to get a feel for their minds for future reference, much like Aren seemed to feel more mentally active, with her brainpower being pretty high, in Griet's mind anyway. As she cautiously approached the tandem of would-be fundraisers, and before boarding the tram with them...

"My name is Griet; I trust you have the list of addresses of vacant dwellings I sent you. So in which district would you like to start this tour of Iokath? I am not willing to pledge anything until you have seen the suitability of these locations to house Sith Civil War refugees. To our north are the Iokath Expanse and the Valley of the Machine Gods, to our south are the Selruvian Biome, Chromium Garden and Tributary"

 

[Aren D'Shade]

She had yet to get her own lightsaber, but that was fine with Aren. Typical of many people, she did wear a blaster she had picked up. They were here to talk and negotiate so she didn't feel they were going to need to use their weapons. Looking up at him when Rann said he hated the clothes, she just chuckled a little.

"What would you prefer to wear?"

Watching as he straightened them again, she nodded in appreciation. Placing a hand on his arm, she gave it a pat and smiled.

"You look great. How about me?"

Her master was very wealthy and had given Aren a lot of freedom. He also provided her with anything she needed, this included credits. She was in black pants and a dark purple blouse that almost matched her hair. Oddly enough, she didn't dye her hair and the purple black color was natural.

While this was a scheme to hopefully earn some credits of their own, Aren wasn't so far gone to the dark that she didn't want to help. If she could. Her company was phony, but she wasn't entirely heartless. In the Sith Civil War, people were getting hurt, people were forced out of their homes and did need the help of certain services. Perhaps a small portion of anything they might make would actually be donated to help.

Turning her attention to where they were going, she felt somebody approaching them. This had to be the woman they were here to meet. Her intuition was correct and she held a hand out to Griet when she introduced herself. Motioning to Rann, she nodded and then spoke.

"I am Aren D'Shade and this Rann Thress. We do. I understand the need to actually see the premises of these locations."

Listening to suggested locations, Aren knew where she wanted to go personally. However, the Valley probably wasn't going to be the best place to start.

"Where do you think it is best to start, Ms. Griet? Since we will be providing supplies and shelter, a place that is more comfortable and accommodating to organics would be better."

So far so good and even Griet should be able to tell the two of them weren't total thieves and part of them really wanted to help.

Rann Thress Griet van Vliet

 

[Rann Thress]

Rann scowled jokingly at Aren.

"Anything. Nothing. A barrel." he joked.

He looked at Aren and smiled at her, observing her form. "You know I'm biased. You look beautiful." he smiled wider,

Rann walked by Aren's side when they were greeted by the woman they had come to see. When Aren introduced him, he very slightly bowed to her and smiled. However, he shuddered thinking of the possible locations for this refuge. This entire.... "planet" was wrong. Rann couldn't stand it.

He turned to Griet and spoke after the two had finished their exchange.
"Green. Anything green and natural first, please."
Between the suit and the metal constructs as far as the eye could see, Rann was feeling a little home-sick. Now he had a chance to see any type of flora and thought to himself how surprised he was that he hadn't been jumping for joy at the prospect of seeing the color green.

Rann straightened and ran his handover his pulled back hair, "I'm sorry, I'm going a little stir-crazy here. I don't mean to intrude or interrupt."
Rann smiled sheepishly, he had to try and learn tonot out burst. He can survive the metal-world for however much longer he needed to.

Aren D'Shade Griet van Vliet

 

[Griet van Vliet]

"Where do you think it is best to start, Ms. Griet? Since we will be providing supplies and shelter, a place that is more comfortable and accommodating to organics would be better" Aren D'Shade asked Griet, while her partner made another request.

"Green. Anything green and natural first, please" Rann Thress requested.

"Along the southbound Expanse Line the first location we will encounter on our list that has some green spaces is the Chromium Garden, and the terminus of the line is at the Selruvian Biome"

"Southbound tram approaching in ten seconds. Next stop: the Tributary" the PA system announced, while all three of them boarded the pneumatic tram.

Both the Tributary and the Expanse were very metallic in comparison, and, in the Valley of the Machine Gods, the only district that has any significant organic residential presence was the Godkin Command Nexus, also known as the Scyva District. Of course, the pneumatic trams had passenger cars and cargo cars, so public transit on Iokath had both needs covered. In the end, the trams arrived in station every two minutes, and the metallic landscape of Iokath was unfolding right in front of them, which looked sterile to so many. The Tributary was very industrial in nature, but asking for green spaces would likely imply that the first group of refugees, coming in from planets such as Muunilinst, or even Velmor, were from species that would feel uncomfortable living away from green spaces. Now, the Chromium Garden was mostly known to Iokath residents as where the food industry was based on the planet, but then again, it had its own green spaces among the residential spires, usually on the top floors of such buildings. Or in the rooms that had the actual windows, but that's not the same as the green spaces inside the Selruvian Biome. As they arrived in front of the Chromium Garden property, the neighborhood had several levels of streets, and the tram station was at the lowermost street level. Several residential buildings encased in hourglass-shaped nets towered over that neighborhood's landscape, with a park on their rooftop.

"Here in the Chromium Garden, we have the Iokath Hanging Gardens, underneath which are several unoccupied apartments, one of which was in the addresses I gave you. The landlord of the place will show us around the apartment on the seventieth floor"

 

[Aren D'Shade]

Luckily their conversation ended before they met up with the woman. Both of them looked nice and that was enough. Any aura either of them showed wasn't dark enough to be considered evil. Maybe Aren was a little darker than what Rann was, but she wasn't the kind of Sith to murder just because she could. All her experiments had been done on slaves or captives and prisoners of the Sith Empire. She hadn't even been in battle yet. Not that it really mattered here.

Rann said he wanted to see something green first and Aren shook her head. Sensing he did not like it on this world, she was the opposite of that. When the time came for them to settle down, both of them would have to come to a compromise. Obviously they wouldn't be living here. Even she could tell he wouldn't be happy.

The Jedi appeared to take his outburst in stride and made a suggestion on where to begin. She spoke of the area they were going to visit and stated the landlord there would be showing them around.

"Thank you very much, Ms. Griet. Please, lead the way."

Stepping off the tram, Aren was almost entirely at home on Iokath and looked forward to seeing what else was offered.

Rann Thress Griet van Vliet

 

[Rann Thress]

Rann tried to keep an open mind while exploring the 'planet'. It was difficult. He didn't mind cities where there was nothing natural in sight but this world wasn't even a world. It was an artificial construct designed to look like a world while at the same time, looked nothing like a world. This place sat right smack dab at the lowest point of the uncanny valley for Rann.

He saw Aren's head shake and smiled apologetically. He knew she liked it here, and he'd try for her. He'd brave a lot worse for Aren D'Shade if he knew it'd make her happy. That said, he was excited to see what counted for Nature on this construct.

Rann made sure to allow @Griet van Vlieta a fair lead, electing to stay back with Aren. He'd decided to allow Aren to take the lead in this thing, preferring instead to stay quiet and alert as opposed to speaking out again. First and foremost they had to succeed here, and if Rann continued speaking freely, acting as Rann Thress, Dark Jedi would act, they would fail. He wasn't goodenough an actor to pretend to be someone he wasn't. And the lie continued even to his clothes. He tried to get over it. With luck, he'd be out of these clothes into more comfortable ones soon.

When they arrived at the Gardens Rann was initially taken aback. He had almost expected a lone tree surrounded by a flower bed, but this place was filled with plantlife and greenery. It immediately soothed his nerves. Living inside the walled city of Iziz on Onderon, Rann never really saw too much green but knowing it was there was one thing. As soon as he arrived here on Iokath he immediately missed that nature feel. This definitely scratched that itch he had for seeing something natural.

He sensed something akin to disappointment from Aren at his feeling of unease on this planet, he smiled and leaned over, whispering in her ear,

"I could live here, for sure. A garden outside my window? Maybe some robot plants for you? Perfect."

He straightened and listened to what Griet was saying attentively. "Seventieth" floor? Goodness. He was thankful he wasn't afraid of heights but he wondered if it'd be suitable for refugees, even in a lie.

"Please, lead on. I'm interested to see more." Rann said, trying to do his part. It helped that he genuinely was interested. Never knew he liked plants so much.

 

[Griet van Vliet]

"Welcome to the Iokath Hanging Gardens. The Circle of Friends for Sith Civil War Refugees, I presume?" the landlord asked, while the trio entered the premises.

"Yes, we have refugees that look to Iokath to start their lives anew, but we also know that refugees have their own needs. For the time being, the Circle is interested in an apartment on the seventieth floor"

Griet could tell that both Aren D'Shade and Rann Thress went through atrocities of that civil war, which made them more willing to help civilians caught in the crossfire. Maybe, in her mind, it would be better for them to actually run a legitimate charity, registered on Iokath, though. Now that the landlord, or more accurately, a property manager, brought the three of them into an elevator shaft, the buildings were so high that, for some reason, the original builders of the place preferred not to have the elevator reach all the floors, with a shuttle bank of elevators that have stops every 10 floors, and the remaining elevators only service 20 floors apiece, stacked on top of each other. And even then, the seventieth floor was more or less where the outer net was at its "slimmest", and it was a few floors above the third street level (out of four), with only a few units on that floor, and only one of these was vacant. That unit had a whopping four bedrooms, and two bathrooms, complete with molecular showers and toilets, as well as a balcony with gardening plots and a home office. Before the landlord could get to either of these, the landlord showed them the living room and the kitchen.

"Here we have the living room and the kitchen. The protocol droid is currently cleaning the bathrooms"

 

[Aren D'Shade]

If this had been an Agri world they were looking at, Aren would probably in a similar situation as she was putting Rann into. She wouldn't exactly be happy about it, but she would try. They weren't walking too far behind Griet and their conversation was somewhat private. Just loud enough for the two of them and that was enough.

"I wouldn't make you do that. Maybe I could have a vacation home here or something."

Aren wasn't sure if he would approve of her area of study and for the moment, kept its details away from him. Perhaps in time, he would learn. Not right now though. The group came to where the landlord was waiting for them and she listened to what he had to say.

Evidently, there was only one apartment open for a single family of refugees. Her eyebrows came down slightly, but she remained silent. Following them, they were given a tour of the apartment. If this was going to work, even if they weren't being entirely honest, they would need a selection of units. Not just one.

Though it did have four bedrooms and two bathrooms. In theory, it could house four families. Looking around, the location was quite open in design and she assumed a small group of families would like it here. Even the garden plots looked nice in contrast to the metal of the world.

"This is the only apartment you have as an option right now? There are many people and families without homes, sir. This one might be able to handle four, but what about the other numbers we have?"

Luckily if he or Griet asked for additional information on the refugees, Aren had it ready. She would only give this over if it was requested of her. Information was easy for her to get and the families displaced by the civil war were almost public knowledge. Slicing into the datacenter for this information was a piece of cake for the woman, but she was ready.

Rann Thress Griet van Vliet

 

[Rann Thress]

D E C E I V E​

"At this rate we have more vacation homes we want than actual homes." He chuckled quietly. One day they'd decide on a place that was perfect for them. The galaxy was vast, Rann certainly was in no rush. Home was out there, somewhere. As Aren D'Shade and Griet van Vliet discussed the 'refugees' living conditions in this singular apartment, Rann turned around to explore the unit. Lying or no, Rann couldn't imagine four families being shoved into this apartment. It was nice, sure but it wasn't that nice. It reminded him, as most things tended to these days, of life on Onderon. Being packed into buildings so tight just so that you didn't have to live outside the walls of Iziz. Rann'd feel for these imaginary refugees. He felt he had to say something, wandering around away from the conversation.​

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"People'd probably kill eachother, this close to eachother." He said, looking around at the four walls. "No one likes to be this cramped up with other people. I mean, I know it's supposed to be a temporary solution. But.... Comfort is important. Four families shoved in here would get on each others nerves fast.Real fast."​

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Rann tried to serve as the heart out of Aren and himself. She had the information, he would try to hit them with the emotion. It wasn't necessarily a lie, too. Going off the assumption that at most four families could be shoved in here, true or not, Rann could call up memories from Onderon. So that's what he'd do.​

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"On Onderon you had problems like this too... The walls around Iziz weren't going anywhere, you see." He said, turning back to the others, "Couldn't just tear them down and rebuild them. And they couldn't build extensions to the city. The planet doesn't have that type of money. So the buildings that are there are the buildings that have always been there unless they've been replaced. They aren't building new ones."​

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He gestured out to the apartment, he felt he was on a roll now. "So you had places like these, by all counts a decent place for a family, maybe two, get filled to the brim. Four families, five, six. Packed. I couldn't do that to refugees fleeing a war."​

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He was very careful to avoid actually lying. Nothing from what he said was a lie.​

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"Refugees deserve better."​

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That was a truth, too. Even if Rann wasn't going to give it to them.​

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[Griet van Vliet]

"This is the only apartment you have as an option right now? There are many people and families without homes, sir. This one might be able to handle four, but what about the other numbers we have?" Aren D'Shade asked the property manager.

"Refugees deserve better" Rann Thress remarked after a few comments on Onderon, and more specifically, Iziz.

"The others we have vacant at the Hanging Gardens are smaller, and on the other towers. If you could please follow me to the third street level..."

"Maybe this place is a better fit for Muun refugees, or other refugees that were urbanites pre-war, and Onderon a better fit for the Lurmen displaced from Mygeeto"

The third street level was just a few floors below, and, as she picked up the banter between the two, it appeared that the second tower held more vacant but smaller units. However, she did pick up on the two of them being increasingly nervous. Oh, the Circle has also planned on taking on another batch of refugees to Onderon? Griet thought, while pondering what kind of refugees would rather live on Onderon vs Iokath, and it seemed that access to wildlife would be a major consideration. If it was about refugees from Muunilinst or Mygeeto, the Muuns would likely favor Iokath over Onderon, but Lurmen would prefer Onderon. Or even the Selruvian Biome. Now that they entered the second tower from the third street level lobby, they were brought to much lower levels, such as the thirtieth, but the landlord started to show the unit with the master bedroom. A bit heavy on the white, but apparently it was painted white because of energy efficiency consideration on the part of the last tenants. Then came the other bedroom, too.

"There are five vacant near-identical units like the next one I'm about to show you, each with two bedrooms"

 

[Aren D'Shade]

Not really giving Rann much of a reply to his statement, there really wasn't a need for it. A real home would be found eventually and places like vacation homes would become a reality. Aren had a home on Dromund Kaas. A place where she kept her droids and any of the projects she was working on. She would someday tell him all about this, not today though.

Aren was glad she had brought him along. Not just because they were partners in this scheme, but he helped keep the whole thing humane. If he hadn't been around, then she highly doubted they would have gotten this far. Listening to the advice he gave, the woman nodded. This apartment was nice, but to keep four families in would be tough.

"Well, they wouldn't be locked up or anything. They would have the freedom to come and go as they wanted, but I see your point."

It was clear, she still had a lot to learn about him. Knowing he had come from a situation like this helped them make this lie more real. His heart spoke right now and Aren listened.

Taking their comments in stride, Griet answered them and they resumed their tour.

"That is true, Ms. Griet. The kinds of refugees we have might all like different areas to live in. I hadn't thought of that. Thank you."

Following their guide, the next place was nice, but she didn't actually like it all that much.

"So you have five apartments here. That makes six total if you include the first one. Rann, how many families do you think would fit into these rooms and be comfortable?"

Rann Thress Griet van Vliet

 

[Rann Thress]

D E C E I V E​

"Hmm." He wondered. How many families could fit in these six apartments?​

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"There's my ideal answer, and there's my realistic answer. Ideally, I'd say one family per unit. But that's not really plausible I don't think. So uh..." He sat there, hand to his chin, "I'd probably just say two families per unit. If each unit is four rooms, and each family is four people, you can fit two in each room and that'd be that. That's enough that everyone just kinda stays out of their way or they just get along. I mean it won't be perfect, but I feel it's more humane then stuffing a whole family into one room."​

But he stopped to consider, gazing around this white master bedroom that hurt his eyes to stare at.​

"Considering, of course, that these last five are only two bedroom units," he sighed. "That's rough. That's really rough. It needs to be more than one family. Has to be. So uh. Two families per unit. That means..... Two families for the big room, two per small room. That's what, twelve families? Forty-eight people on average? Yikes. It's tight. But.... survivable."​

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He started actually believing he was legitimately representing refugees. This whole deception was starting to hit a bit close to home. It probably made his un-truth more believable.​

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Griet van Vliet Aren D'Shade​

 

[Griet van Vliet]

"Do the refugees actually come in four-person families?" Griet asked, when Rann Thress started talking about how these refugees were going to be housed. "There may be families that lost loved ones to battle"

"I showed you all the available configurations. You can always use the lease application if the refugees like any of these units" the property manager told them.

The more I see them shop around for the housing space, the more I feel they will be using work space in the home to run their money laundering scheme, further legitimized by them being refugees themselves, Griet thought, while realizing there is a better chance of refugees even living in this place than in the sterile Tributary, or Expanse. Because Griet knew her way around that area of Iokath than Aren D'Shade did, they wasted no time getting to the tram station, still going southbound to the Selruvian Biome, the southern terminus of the line. But, unlike the Chromium Garden, where there were sparse green spaces, in the Selruvian Biome, nearly all of the streets that had residential or commercial buildings were lined with trees and flowers. So, once again, they boarded the tram in search of housing spaces for Sith Civil War refugees.

 

[Aren D'Shade]

Since she had included Rann in this scheme, she listened to his answers and nodded. There were thousands of refugees and just forty-eight would be easily housed here. Her initial plan to make this a scam and just take the credits was starting to not sit quite so well with the young Sith.

"Thank you, Rann. We are ready to visit the next section and will keep all of these in mind. Actually, before we leave."

Turning to the property manager, she gave him a small but sad smile. Just to make this charade more believable.

"How much would these rooms cost to house them?"

If she was honest, she almost wanted to actually help some of these people out. They would be like heroes to them and that would make Aren feel good inside. Even if the business wasn't genuine, perhaps they would end up helping. She also knew Rann wasn't very hip on her idea.

After an answer was given, she would motion to Griet to continue the tour. Following her out of the current building the boarded the tram. Wrapping her arms around herself, she felt a sudden chill come on. Mentally kicking herself, she realized what they were planning just wasn't right. They had come this far though, she wanted to see this through and maybe help if they could.

Rann Thress Griet van Vliet

 

[Rann Thress]

D E C E I V E​

"Sure, some families may have more or less then four people. But the average family is four people, so I feel it's important to keep that in mind. I couldn't tell you the exact numbers, though."

Rann couldn't help but raise an eyebrow when Aren asked to the cost of the units. She must be really committed to this farce, he thought. He put the idea out of his mind. This wasn't the best thing he'd ever been involved in, but it wasn't the worst. As in all things, he'd do it for Aren. He hoped it wouldn't be too much longer before they could just kick back, relax, and count this a successful venture.

He looked towards Griet van Vliet and nodded in agreement with Aren. The sooner they were done here, the better.

As the day progressed, Rann could feel a tension in the air that he couldn't quite place. Something seemed to be going wrong, he just didn't know what.

And he didn't want to find out.

Aren D'Shade
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[Griet van Vliet]

Now that it became clear that something was amiss with Aren D'Shade and Rann Thress , Griet doesn't seem all that comfortable with enabling a moneylaundering scheme to happen either. Nevertheless, there was not much she could do yet to tell them diplomatically what reservations would the Iokath authorities have to harbor money launderers, as they made way to the Selruvian Biome. As soon as they arrived near the address indicated, the neighborhood around the western apartment block was very much like another neighborhood of the Selruvian Biome, eastward, however. In the end, there could be more than one address in the Selruvian Biome that could be of interest, since there were now two buildings that put up apartments to rent in there. And now that the whole northern reaches of the Empire were at risk, refugees come from that sort of locations as well. Their time on Iokath was getting shorter and the needs more pressing, as more refugees sought to flee the Braxant Run, which borne the brunt of the combat.

"I realize there are two properties in this ward we could visit: which one to go first, the west one or the east one?"

 

[Aren D'Shade]

There was a reason Aren asked for the price of the units. She had connections and even if this plan wasn't what they proposed it to be, she wanted to help. Feeling the apprehension growing within Rann, she knew this would have to be the last place they visited. Besides, they wouldn't be able to fool the Jedi for much longer. Though, the young woman did not know that's what Griet was. It was a detail that had never been included in their correspondence.

Not acting like she as in a hurry or anything, she kept her facade up and continued on with the tour after she got her answer.

Not very long later, she could also tell Griet was getting uncomfortable. Following along as the Jedi lead them to the Selruvian Biome, her jaw almost dropped open in surprise. While she was used to living with technology around them, her partner was not.

"Now this is a place I think even you would like! Which one do you want to see? I feel I've been making all the decisions here."

Smiling at him, she maintained a professional attitude in front of the other woman.

Griet van Vliet Rann Thress