Private Lost Loyalties | Healers of the New Order

[Faye Malvern]

L O S T - L O Y A L T I E S​

Tags: Jorik Valnora | Savant Black ​

Location: Triffis | Capitol Building ​

Wearing: [X] ​

Triffis.

A hard-fought, hard-won planet under the banner of the Confederacy.

What was meant to be a day of celebration and joy had turned foul thanks to the reappearance of a deadly virus. She had not been there to see it herself, but Faye had read numerous datapads on it. The terror came to an end when the virus was wiped out, but there had been plenty of messes left to clean. In the end, Triffis and the Confederacy continued their unification to rectify it and in return, Triffis had happily pledged their allegiance. By all accounts, Triffis was thriving once again.

Yet now, when the Confederacy needed them, they refused to answer the call.

Faye had sat in silence for most of the journey there. The viceroy of Triffis was, unfortunately, just another cog in the machine to her. One of the quiet ones, as Faye liked to call them. The kind of viceroy that sat silently in the chambers and made their votes at the last minute. The kind of viceroy that did not make waves, or the more troubling thought… one that did not want to make waves. Both roused a slight suspicion in her. She had been doing her job long enough to know the nuances of politicians by now.

Joining her on the foray into the world of dirty politics were two men, who were both politicians in their own right. Jorik Valnora. Viceroy of Yesmireen. She had a personal connection to the place, but the memory was so fleeting now it had clearly left no lasting impression. The man himself seemed to be intriguing enough. Faye could only hope that he knew what he was doing.

The second man, on the other hand, was someone Faye knew well. Savant Black. Viceroy of Maramere. They had met once before, on Eiattu VI. The content of the conversation was enough for Faye to know that he would serve her well here.

The shuttle shuddered slightly as it set itself down on the concrete landing pad of Triffis. Faye let out a sigh that was full of assumptions for what they were about to face. “I trust everyone read the notes that were sent?” She spoke as she began to stand from her seat, making for the exit as the loading hissed into position. “The Healers of the New Order pose a threat to us all. We cannot afford to lose Triffis’ aid in this.” It was her final word before she stepped out from the man-made light of the shuttle to the equally harsh sunlight. A party of sour faces were waiting to meet them, headed by the Viceroy of Triffis himself.

He smiled curtly at Faye and offered her a stiff bow. “Minister Malvern, a pleasure to have you and your guests on Triffis.” Faye smiled back, but it was a lot softer and far more natural than the one he had offered her. “Viceroy Seumic. The pleasure is all ours, I can assure you. Might I introduce the Viceroy of Yesmireen, Jorik Valnora.” Faye motioned to each in turn. “And the Viceroy of Maramere, Savant Black.”​

 

[Jorik Valnora]

Location: Triffis | Capitol Building
Tag: Faye Malvern | Savant Black

It wasn’t often Jorik ever made his way this far to the galactic east, especially given his recent departure from Druckenwell, one of Triffis’ neighboring systems. But Triffis wasn’t a complete unknown to the man. In fact Jorik had been here a few times while he held station among Druckenwell’s leadership. He held a hope within him that such a past connection, even though not recently revisited, would aid in any diplomacy among those gathered.

Jorik prided his ability to be knowledgeable, and the recent moves among the Triffis system had caught him off guard. He couldn’t place his finger on it, but there was an uneasiness that stirred within him. He only hoped that it was nothing to take note of. And that nothing would come of it.

For the trek here, Jorik had remained silent for the most part, his attention directed to the datapad before simply trying to make sense of the situation that presented itself to the Confederacy. Why would Triffis want to leave the safety and stability of the Confederacy? Jorik, himself, had seen the positivity toward growth and stability that the Confederacy offered, simply in the time since his move to the planet of Yesmireen, where he now held station. It’s economy boomed in recent months, as did the moral foundation of its people. It had been the Confederacy that had brought that to a previously oppressed people beneath the heels of tyrants. But nevertheless, here they all were. Something had guided Viceroy Seumic’s hand in this direction. He only wished he knew that cause. He couldn’t imagine it would have to do with the insurgency posed by the Agents of Chaos that had seemingly vanished from existence since. Such things had not posed a threat or affected the sovereignty of Triffis as far as he could tell. So if not that, what?

He looked forward to hearing Seumic speak for his reasons, whatever they may be. But what he did know, was that the Confederacy valued Triffis and what the system had long done for the Confederacy. The southern systems would not be what they were today without the steadfast presence of Triffis in the eyes of the Viceroy of Yesmireen. And it would bring him some grief if the system still chose to step aside from the Confederacy even after the conversation that would be opened on this day.

 

[Tess Valnora]

Location: Triffis, Capitol City

Equipment:

Spoiler: EQUIPMENT

Weapons

Spoiler: Compact SMG

(20 round magazine)

B2 rifle 'Oathkeeper'
Shadow's Sting (gauntlets)
"Silence" shotosaber
"Viper's Bite" assassin's knife​

Gear​

Spoiler: Utility belt

Suppressor for SMG
SOAR - Slicing Operation Assistance Routine
Smoke grenades (2)
2x-4x Scope (1) - When not attached to B2 rifle
Medi-kit (1)
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Armor:​

Spoiler: Trench coat

Norris root dyed leatheris trench coat]

PD-00 "Second Skin" Light Armor
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Wearing: [X]

Tag: Jorik Valnora , Faye Malvern, Savant Black

The information scrolled across the datapad as she sat and read what she needed. BD-404 stood in the seat next to her looking at the other people in the shuttle, and if a droid could look confused, he would be showing it. In all of their missions, they had never traveled with viceroyalty, mainly it was either other Shadowfeed Agents or other parts of the Confederacy military.

Tess looked up from her datapad to the reason she had agreed to help with this mission, her eldest brother: Jorik. Shadowfeed would have sent another agent without a doubt, but he had personally requested her presence on this diplomatic mission. Was it because he missed having the family together? No, couldn’t be. He was in constant contact with her twin Jari, besides he wasn’t much for conversation unless it was for the good of the company or in this case the Confederacy. Father made sure of that after mother died. Of course, she hadn’t tried to reach out to him either, as she had tried to keep her past locked away. But the past found a way back all the time.

Her gaze shifted to the woman who sat next to her brother, the leading voice for the Confederacy in this mission, Faye Malvern. To say the woman looked stunning, would be an understatement in her mind. Tess wasn’t one for wearing dresses since joining the Agency, but looking at Faye made her feel slightly out of place and brought out a small desire to dress up and look the part of a fancy politician.

The rumble of the landing sequence indicated the end of their travel to Triffis, and Tess prepared her gear for her ‘role’ as a minimal security detail. She followed the trio of viceroys down the ramp to the greeting party that awaited them. She made sure to keep her weapons hidden, besides her B2 rifle which she kept at a low-ready position, as there were no immediate threats to the group.

Tess eyed the two guards that accompanied the viceroy and his advisors, both carried standard-issue E-11 blaster rifles, with the Triffis crest emblazoned on what she assumed to be standard guardsman's armor. She didn’t mind being excluded from the introductions as this was a diplomatic mission and she definitely was not one of those.

 

[Savant Black]

Triffis, Capital City.

Savant Black stared out of the window, looking at the rolling skies as the shuttle entered near the atmosphere. Beside him, an S-6 Diplomacy Unit droid stood by him, patiently awaiting for new orders from its master. Truth be told, Savant wasn't that all too excited with bringing a diplomacy droid into this situation, especially with it being so sensitive and delicate. Yet, even then, Maruti Corp. Wanted one of their newer droid units to be tested out, to see if the Maramerian droid units can be trusted enough. The answer to that was uncertain...

Savant had the droid, named Vikrey, read him the datapad that Faye Malvern, minister of influence, had issued to everyone. Not only was this meant to allow Savant to understand what he has to do, but for the droid to also collect the information it needs for this mission. Yet, as the details were laid to him clear and simple...it still surprised him. One unwilling to help the Confederacy...with little to no reason being spoken explicitly. Could this have been a disagreement with how the Confederacy was won? Maybe, but as far as Savant knew this government has done everything to ensure that it's worlds still retain their independence...

As the shuttle landed, Savant had Vikrey follow him to the Viceroy and Faye. With them also were Jorik and Tess Valnora, which didn't seem to be familiar with him. One of them had weapons which clearly illustrated the severity of this issue...would force be needed?

As Faye introduced herself and the others to Viceroy Seumic, Savant Black immediately spoke after her.

"Viceroy Seumic, I am pleased to make your acquaintance. Our arrival, I believe, was a surprise, and I do apologize for that. But your withdrawal from helping the Confederacy during these times was a surprise as well. I hope that everything is alright on this planet..."

 

[Faye Malvern]

L O S T - L O Y A L T I E S​

Tags: Jorik Valnora | Savant Black | Tess Valnora ​

Location: Triffis | Capitol Building Conference Room ​

Wearing: [X] ​

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Viceroy Seumic seemed surprised by their visit. It was written all over his face, and deep within his soul. Faye could feel his nervousness twisting and writhing around his stomach like a snake wrapping itself around its prey. When Savant went so far as to mention Triffis’ withdrawal from the aid, he looked practically sick.

Faye held her smile back.

“Viceroy Seumic.” She quickly interrupted before he could respond to Savant’s comments. “Perhaps we should take this somewhere more a little more appropriate?” The man nodded, followed by an accompanying grumble from the crowd of politicians behind them. “Very well, Minister Malvern. Please follow me.” He turned and cut through the gaggle to head for the capital building. Faye followed closely on his heels.

She was eager to get inside the capitol building. What she could not feel from the politicians that noisily clomped up the concrete stairs, she would feel from the staff. They were an invaluable source of untapped emotion, and Faye often found what she was looking for in the minds of the unwary few. The group climbed to the top of the steps and then entered the capitol building into a long, dreary grey corridor. “Just this way, please.” Viceroy Seumic spoke briskly, his voice echoing off the bare walls. When they came to the end of the corridor a pair of frantic looking servants swung them open to admit the party.

Faye could taste their panic, as deeply as she had tasted their masters.

She barely turned to look at them as they entered the conference room. There were many others like it on Confederate worlds. Long, wooden tables dominating half the room. Surrounded by plush chairs covered in materials in shades of deep purple. Viceroy Seumic motioned his arm to the chairs on the opposite side of the table. Faye sat in the chair directly opposite him, where she could see the colour in his eyes. “So, Viceroy Seumic, as my colleague has already pointed out…” Faye motioned to Savant. “The Confederacy was deeply distressed to hear of your refusal to provide support against this turbulent group of terrorists we now find ourselves facing.” She began.

“Especially after all the Confederacy has done to ensure the prosperity of Triffis.” A single raven brow raised up toward him, as though she were a mother prying a child for the truth. “Might I ask why Triffis does not wish to play its part in this?”​

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[Jorik Valnora]

Location: Triffis | Capitol Building
Tag: Tess Valnora | Savant Black | John Locke

Jorik wasn’t a man touched by the Force. Nor was he a man who dedicated his youth toward politics. His mind was wrapped in the world of business, yet it was this understanding that let him take note of meager shifts in the man’s posture that very plainly expressed Viceroy Seumic’s discomfort and unease. The arrival of the Confederate Diplomatic party had been unannounced and thus unexpected. Their arrival had certainly caught the representative of Triffis flat-footed along with that of his personal delegation that surrounded. One need not be able to read minds to see that. But the real question to be raised here was the age-old one of ‘why’. Why was it Triffis declined to aid the Confederacy now as she called me their support? Why was it the delegates of Triffis trembled before them now?

As the Confederate party and Viceroy Seumic and his entourage made their way into the capital, Jorik could not help but be taken back. He’d walked these very halls before. There was a familiarity about them. The feel. The look. The dull taste in the air. But even so, there was a sense of foreboding that hung over it all. What ushered the dreary feeling within him, he wouldn’t be able to be able to place a finger on; he only knew it was there.

As they sat down at the table, Jorik sat to the seat directly in front and to the left of the Viceroy of Triffis. His eyes never left the figure of Seumic as he observed each and every movement, however small, the man made. And each one of them seemed to bream with an unbridled level of anxiety.

“Triffis has been the loyal supplicant so long as she has been in the Confederacy,” Viceroy Seumic began, seeming to almost be choking upon the words he spoke. “Her resources have been stretched thin as has her devotion and the role we’ve played all too often as other worlds tethered to the Confederacy have been allowed to wallow and hide among the shadows. Never paying their dues.” He paused, swallowing. Attempting to dislodge the lump that seemed to be seated uncomfortably in his throat.

Before he could speak again, however, Jorik would chime in with a few words of his own. “Just as love can not be forced where it does not exist, neither can the hand of stewardship or loyalty. Yet,” he said, his eyes narrowing in on the man, measuring him. “Yet there is a current of fear that casts its veil upon every word that’s slipped from your tongue. What is it you have to fear? You know as well as I that the Confederacy holds no world hostage, nor does it desire to. That much was proven in the events that surrounded Siskeen.” He motioned to the Exarch, John Locke as proof. “So what is it you fear? What is it that has led you to make these decisions? Allow the Confederacy,” he continued, “allow me, if I am able, to help. We only hope to understand your stance.”

 

[Tess Valnora]

Location: Triffis, Capitol City
Equipment:

Spoiler: EQUIPMENT

Weapons

Spoiler: Compact SMG

(20 round magazine)

B2 rifle 'Oathkeeper'
Shadow's Sting (gauntlets)
"Silence" shotosaber
"Viper's Bite" assassin's knife​

Gear​

Spoiler: Utility belt

Suppressor for SMG
SOAR - Slicing Operation Assistance Routine
Smoke grenades (2)
2x-4x Scope (1) - When not attached to B2 rifle
Medi-kit (1)​

Armor:​

Spoiler: Trench coat

Norris root dyed leatheris trench coat]

PD-00 "Second Skin" Light Armor​

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Wearing: [X]
Tag: Jorik Valnora , John Locke , Savant Black

When the entourage reached the two guards that accompanied them stationed themselves at the door but were replaced by two men who looked to be advisors to the Viceroy of Triffis. “A three on three battle of words. Not my forte, but there’s more than one way to skin a loth-cat.” thought Tess as she too stopped at the threshold of the conference room. Once all members entered the room the servants quickly shut the doors and scattered to their other duties. The guards stood stock still and didn’t appear to pay her any mind as she leaned against the opposite wall putting on an air of boredom.

Tess pulled her datapad out of her bag and began scrolling through it, looking at blueprints of the current building and different routes to the nearest access terminal. She eventually put away the datapad and stood upright with a small sigh. Starting down the hall she glanced back at the two human statues, not a single muscle moved as they stared straight ahead at the wall.

A couple of turns and hallways later she was at the room she wanted; opening the door revealed a storage room filled with crates of various sizes. She entered the darkened room and made sure to lock it behind her, she didn’t want any unexpected guests while she was busy. The Shadowfeed agent navigated around the crates until she found what she was looking for: a system terminal. She wasn’t sure how long the others would take with their talks, but knowing politicians and their love of talking and word games they would take a while.

“Words are good and all, but people always lie. Let’s find out why Viceroy Seumic really is refusing aid to the Confederacy."