Mr. Save-The-Galaxy
Cotan played back the recording he'd received.
Muk Moadda, Tiland Kortun , and Kaia Starchaser had all recently been near his particular slice of the galaxy, and the information they'd sent back his way was nothing short of worrisome. Polis Massa, randomly attacked, and a call to arms sent out for anybody else in the Rim who could hear it to go and join the ones committing the slaughter. He'd sensed it, not long after he'd gotten back from Asog; but as far from it as he was, as deep in the Kathol Outback as he was, it wasn't anything heavy. No visions, no powerful hit of pain to the chest, just...unease. Nausea, for a day or so.
As soon as he'd received the transmissions of what had been going on he knew immediately what had caused it, and he could fairly well guess who had caused it. He shook his head, pausing the transmission and running a shaking hand through his hair. The meeting room was empty at the moment, save for Asha Hex and himself, and no doubt she could feel the frustration radiating off of him as strong as he felt it in that moment. "How do I look?" he asked wryly, trying to maintain some semblance of humor.
He'd have to make sure he looked good for the group he had coming in to speak with.
If what the other transmission had called for was to pass, then the Outer Rim he'd spent so long trying to keep safe and secure, even with the fall of the Outer Planets Alliance and the Confederacy, was about to be met with more bloodshed than one man and his small group could deal with. Tribunal Station, at least, was a veritable fortress, and if he had to he could move it deep into the Rift. It'd take half the ships in the entire Outer Rim to go and try and shred it apart then. People could be evacuated to it, or even just deep into the outback where it was currently sitting, but that wasn't a long-term solution.
He'd rather not get caught in a siege against a multitude of pirates, former First Order fanatics, or anything worse.
"How long do you think the others will be? They should be arriving any minute now, I'd imagine." So now he was calling in every last favour and friendship he had available for help. Try as he might, Cotan just wasn't the sort of person that could leave the Outer Rim to fend for itself, even if all he could really manage on his own was the Kathol sector, and that was when he wasn't getting called halfway across the galaxy to try and deal with any of the other threats abounding. At least for something like this, anybody who couldn't make it in person could hop into the holocall once he got that started.
By the Force, he was tired, but it wasn't something he could stop. "Could you get some tea going, dear? I think I'm going to need it, if I'm going to be talking so much."
DECEASED Aron Gowrie Jend-Ro Quill Aeshi Tillian Coren Starchaser Romi Jade Atlas Drake Judah Lesan Kai Bamarri Qae Shena
Muk Moadda, Tiland Kortun , and Kaia Starchaser had all recently been near his particular slice of the galaxy, and the information they'd sent back his way was nothing short of worrisome. Polis Massa, randomly attacked, and a call to arms sent out for anybody else in the Rim who could hear it to go and join the ones committing the slaughter. He'd sensed it, not long after he'd gotten back from Asog; but as far from it as he was, as deep in the Kathol Outback as he was, it wasn't anything heavy. No visions, no powerful hit of pain to the chest, just...unease. Nausea, for a day or so.
As soon as he'd received the transmissions of what had been going on he knew immediately what had caused it, and he could fairly well guess who had caused it. He shook his head, pausing the transmission and running a shaking hand through his hair. The meeting room was empty at the moment, save for Asha Hex and himself, and no doubt she could feel the frustration radiating off of him as strong as he felt it in that moment. "How do I look?" he asked wryly, trying to maintain some semblance of humor.
He'd have to make sure he looked good for the group he had coming in to speak with.
If what the other transmission had called for was to pass, then the Outer Rim he'd spent so long trying to keep safe and secure, even with the fall of the Outer Planets Alliance and the Confederacy, was about to be met with more bloodshed than one man and his small group could deal with. Tribunal Station, at least, was a veritable fortress, and if he had to he could move it deep into the Rift. It'd take half the ships in the entire Outer Rim to go and try and shred it apart then. People could be evacuated to it, or even just deep into the outback where it was currently sitting, but that wasn't a long-term solution.
He'd rather not get caught in a siege against a multitude of pirates, former First Order fanatics, or anything worse.
"How long do you think the others will be? They should be arriving any minute now, I'd imagine." So now he was calling in every last favour and friendship he had available for help. Try as he might, Cotan just wasn't the sort of person that could leave the Outer Rim to fend for itself, even if all he could really manage on his own was the Kathol sector, and that was when he wasn't getting called halfway across the galaxy to try and deal with any of the other threats abounding. At least for something like this, anybody who couldn't make it in person could hop into the holocall once he got that started.
By the Force, he was tired, but it wasn't something he could stop. "Could you get some tea going, dear? I think I'm going to need it, if I'm going to be talking so much."
DECEASED Aron Gowrie Jend-Ro Quill Aeshi Tillian Coren Starchaser Romi Jade Atlas Drake Judah Lesan Kai Bamarri Qae Shena
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