New Republic vs John Doe [New Republic Dom of Brentaal IV Hex]

[Tobias Dracks]

Planet: Brentaal IV
Location: New Republic Embassy
Time: 1058, 3 days before

"Looks like the Brentaalian people have decided to join the New Republic." A man in a blue suit and a red neck tie lifted his glass to the other four people in the room. Nodding as they all touched glasses and took respective drinks form their glasses.

"Ambassador Connors, the honor has to go to you," One of the only women in the group stated, "Your speech to the Trade Hall in front of the Houses is got them to vote to join the Republic."

All the members in the room nodded and spoke in agreement. The Ambassador only shook his head and looked at the rest of the people there. "No, this was a group project, the Provisional Government is about to enter elections and having Brentaal join could jump-"

BOOM!!!!!

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Planet: Brentaal IV
Locations: Trade Hall / Landing Pad
Time: 1156, Present

Tobias was sent by the Provisional Government to investigate this incident. As the Brentaal Government, or the Merchant Houses really, voted to join the Republic this attack was now a Federal Crime. He was disgusted by the actions of the terrorist that killed New Republic Representatives. He closed the Data-Table before handing it off to the Presiding Judge, newly elected Senator of Balmorra, Senator [member="Harley Fenstermacher"].

"Looks like three days ago the New Republic Embassy was bombed and Ambassador Taldor Connors, Assistant Deputy Clover Andars from the State Ministry, Field Agents Gregor and Organ from the Republic Strategic Intelligence Service and Connors Aid were killed."

Tobias started to walk into the Trade Hall, his hands behind his back and military stance as he walked stepped towards the large doors before them. "The New Republic Senate is in the middle of an election and they want to solve this problem as soon as possible, thus the asked me to be the Military Judge and you Senator Fenstemacher to represent the Government, we need to solve this case and give the people someone to be angry at, this disaster is a PR nightmare with the Elections around the Corner."

Senator Fenstermacher was already declared the winner of the senate seat for her planet as by the third quarter and final debates she was leading the campaign with 95% of the Votes in her pocket. Speed up and seated, this would be her first job as Republic Senator after the move to the Core Worlds. Without moving his eyes he knew the rest of those that joined him as well. Master [member="Cedric Grayson"] was here on behalf of the Republic Military Investigative Unit, while Jedi [member="Avin Starfire"] was sent by the Jedi Order to offer assistance in this matter. Those two were to act as the Investigators in this matter, while a third member was brought in to act as a bias investigator. Captain [member="Aedan Miles"], rumored to be a pirate king and have ties to criminal activities along the Inner and Core Worlds. None proven, and who was he to argue the fact that the Merchant Houses wanted a pirate to investigate with them.

The reptillian continued to walk in, "The Investigators are to head to the crime scene and bring evidance and a suspect back here while me and Senator Fenstermacher speak with the House, they are ready to leave the Republic as this shows we can not protect ourselves, relations between the Merchant Houses and the Civilians are strained recently, but the tension of joining another nation are worse so don't go making the situation worse by pissing off the locals."

He turned to the Senator, "Lets not keep the Houses waiting, shall we Senator."

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Objective:

1. Senators meet with the Brentaal Merchant Houses and stand trial against the attackers of a New Republic Embassy.
2. Investigators must gather evidence of a terrorist attack and bring a reliable suspect before the Judges for Trial.
3. BYOO: Try not to piss off the locals as they are all ready on edge.

 

[Placeholder 0128]

It wasn't every day that Cedric investigated a murder, but he had confidence he could perform the task both dutifully and swiftly. The Jedi Master had come to Brentaal shortly after the bombing, and had wasted no time in familiarizing himself with the attitude of the locals. It seemed most of the joy that had initially come with aligning themselves with the New Republic had been sapped away after the bombing: replaced with fear and distrust in their new protectors ability to do what needed to be done.

Cedric was intent on changing that perception.

Clad in the battle plates of his homeworld, Cedric strode through the corridors of the Trade Hall alongside [member="Tobias Dracks"]. The masked Jedi Master listened to the senator attentively as they neared the end of the hall, "We'll bring the perpetrators to justice. You won't have to worry yourselves with this for long senators," he assured, "I'll have a speeder brought around front. You two ready?" He asked as he looked back to [member="Avin Starfire"] and [member="Aedan Miles"].

[member="Tobias Dracks"], [member="Harley"] Fenstermacher

 

[Ordon Trozky]

Truth was, after the collapse of the prior republic, the populace was rife with scepticism that another republic would be anything other than more of the same, and none felt this more keenly than Brentaal IV's former senator to said former republic. He was, of course, the first all eyes went to after the attack on the embassy because of this, but in truth he had been all too wrapped up in his own wedding and recent return from the subsequent honeymoon with [member="Lenna Praxon-Trozky"], and coming to terms with impending fatherhood; plus, overt violence, any violence, was unbecoming and not his way. No, Lord Trozky was mostly indifferent to this republic, but the populace came around in time, concerns allayed by the representatives of this 'New Republic', and made willing to give a galactic governing entity another go.

How quickly disaster can unravel progress... the unamused thought underlaid his sombre mood, which was marred only by irritation at the events of three days prior having turned his day-to-day routines inside-out. He wasn't fond of feeling like he was living at the Merchant Hall, and especially not at having to spend so much time away from his pregnant wife. For her part, she was probably glad for a little time away from his hovering and doting. For all the things that didn't shake his nerves, the thought of being a key influence on a new life of his own making frayed them. He was going to be a father, but was he going to be a good one? It was hard not to level an intimidating stare at the young page, a cousin from his uncle's second marriage, when she delivered a fresh mug of caf directly into his waiting hands. He closed his eyes, sighed, and opened them, looking apologetically at her.

"Thank you, Arriah," came the grateful words, on the heels of a long sip, "you are my saviour."

She insisted it was nothing, that it was her job. A corner of his mouth ticked upward.

"Waiting on me isn't in your job description..."

Arriah crossed her arms, and a brow lofted. Her words 'but keeping you caffed and civil might as well be' were wry. His eyes narrowed.

"...you've been talking to Lenna, haven't you?"

The teen looked at him blank-faced: "I don't know what you're talking about." But a knowing smirk painted her features as she wandered away again to attend to her duties. Leaning against the doorframe of his office, Ordon shook his head and drew long from the mug, wishing he wasn't hearing voices in the Hall that told him the Glaucus senator was back, and that others were with him, but it was a necessity with this attack. He couldn't wait for this to be over. Ordon dragged his mind to the here and now, and away from thoughts of the virtual pile of parenting holobooks he'd amassed as he retreated into his office to look over side documents related to the recent joining with the New Republic, including the question of who would serve as senator. His lips pursed, and he reclined in thought, fingers lacing over his stomach.

"Isar..." he called to his secretary.

"Yes, my lord?"

"...do we still have documentation from our agreement with the previous republic? I want to compare it against the new one. Call it idle curiosity."

There was a pause.

"Let me look into it, my lord."

Ordon nodded, for himself.

"Very well; pull up my files from my time as senator while you're at it."

"Yes, my lord."

 

[Harley Fenstermacher]

Planet: Brentaal IV Trade Hall
Objective: Bring people to justice apparenltly
Post: 1

Harley took the data pad from the Vic-Chancllor as the small group walked away from the landing pad, having to get back into the feel of diplomatic stuff. he had a wedding to plan and some other things to take care off after proposing to his girlfriend and more or less was a little annoyed to have been called back after this whole terrorist thing went down. "My my, seems like they made quite a mess, still I am not sure why blowing some people up will do if these people are looking to stir up troube, all it does is make a common enemy and bring unwanted attention down on them". No matter what one one looked at it needlessly killing people just cause other to look upon the perpetrator with hatred, and it seem the same thing was happening here, to some extent.

He continued to look over the data on hand, knowing full well his judgment into the matter would be the deciding factor in the whole case, and though not always one to be caring Harley knew making a mistake this day would cause problems. To there side Jedi Maser [member="Cedric Grayson"] walked along making generic remarks about everything, had been a while since Harley had seen the man... wasn't he the leader of the Rebel alliance? Not important, getting this trial underway and done was top priority for the senator. "Seems like we have a time limit on our hands, let us depart, Cedirc, we will be seeing you once the evidence is collected, good hunting".

Though despite this all there was one thing that remained unknown... how long would it take [member="Tobias Dracks"] to figure out he was not a woman.

 

[Tobias Dracks]

Post: 2

He was working to lead himself and the senator to the meeting hall. It looked like things were not going to be easy for this Republic Deligation.

Looking back to [member="Harley Fenstermacher"] as they continued to walk through the hallways. "The locals are less liking joining the Republic then the Merchant Houses, they were at the forefront of the last Sith-Republic War and used it economic might to stay out of the last two Sith Raids in the sector."

Brentaal IV sat on the Crossroads of the Hydian Way, the Perlemian Trade Route, and the recently created Jaster Trade Spine. the large economic presence of this planet could not be ignored. The Tariffs alone could finance three whole Sector Armies alone, this could be an attack from foreign agent attempting to stop the Republic from gaining stronger allies. It even posses a threat to Sith and First Order, as if relations soured the Republic could cut off trade between them and force them to take the longer Blood Trail Hyperlane which would strike a blow to their now strong economy. It was too early to tell, and speculating could only cause them to cloud his judgement.

Looking at his personal Data-Tablet, he saw the name [member="Ordon Trozky"] of the people they were to meet. The name sounded familiar, but it could not be places from where he heard it. "It looks like we are to meet with a Mr. Trozky, now that Ambassador Connors is dead, the house will only listen to this man, we need to make sure the situation does not spiral out of control."

 

[RC 212]

Post 1
OBJ: BYOO: Trade and Political Stability: Make a deal with suspected Terrorists?
Trade Hall, Capitol City.

After any major attack there was always and outcry fro supplies and stability within the Government. Thats where Ferris Longtail, eldest of his name came in. As the cat strode the long hall of Trade, towards the Prominent Trade Guild in the Brentaal System, he was flanked by two Cathar Warriors, holding LJ-50 Concussion rifles. The news these days was that the Gillian Family ran the rough shod trade of the area.

With massive facilities, and connections in just about every area in the System, and every Hyperlane, this would be a boon to Ferris. Plus he fancied himself a sort of Diplomat, angling to raise popularity for his election to the position of Senator. Now that the New Republic had thrown it's flag up, he was eager to join and gobble up the core.

They approached a lavish chamber, with a round table hand hewn of exotic woods.

"Ferris Longtail I presume? Emissary of the Cathar Trade Union, and Diplomat of the New Republic?"

"That'd be me." He spoke in rough basic. He bowed and swished his tail.
And this was a good first step.

 

[RC 212]

[member="Cedric Grayson"]

Post 2
Along of the Ride with [member="Cedric Grayson"]

Republic Naval Intelligence was a separate branch from the RSI but still just as effective. Her training was more a mix of Commando and Collector, than straight Agent Analyst. So when the call came, she'd been dispatched from the fleet solo, with her generic armor, and scout drone. So as to not draw attention, she;d managed to rig up a loose fitting jacket, looking more like a miner, and put on a prosthetic face.

The features of that face changed her appearance just enough to keep her from getting facially recognized and tagged by Foreign Intel Services, but still let those that got past a cursory inspection know it was her.

She was back, and to the left of the Master Jedi as they made their way onto the scene, drone humming ahead of her, chatter from the fleets Intel Section in her ears.

"Well SIGINT picked up a possible lead already. Looks like six calls made from a nearby Holo Relay before the actual explosion. Nature unconfirmed, but believed to be Remote signal or orders to collaborators."

She knelt down, inspecting the debris from the blast as Brental Police began to cordon off the area. One hand brushed through the soot, and she raised it to her mouth, tasting the chemical agent, then rolling the black powder in her hands.

"Seems like Proton Tech. Possibly Detonator."

The Blonde glanced up at the Jedi an accompanying team.

"Any of you have them spooky abilities that tell ya whats what?"

 

[Hannah]

Hannah, The Cog Girl
Objective: 3 (BYOO) Helping out the residents and civilians
Actions: Calm and reassure the fearful and anxious

Terror attacks were the news on everybody's lips, their voices laced with fear and bitterness as the tension in the air only grew. Anxiety became the normal default emotion, and it put Hannah in a rather perplexed situation as she assisted with a small outreach group. They had been tasked with aiding the civilians with food, rooms or even medical care, and with little surprise they had received quite a few civilians that needed physiological help.

The building that had been purchased and refurbished held many floors, twenty to be precise, and with much room this allowed the outreach program to greatly assist the down trodden and fearful of this planet. Hannah, though new to the political machinations of the galaxy, understood the heavy impact of the old Republic's implosion from within. As if overnight, an entire governmental system simply vanished, and in its wake a tidal wave of fear and anxiety flooded the galaxy.

Hannah's unique skill set had allowed her to help with moving objects and even though she wasn't a Jedi Knight, her presence allowed many occupants to calm and worry less about their security. Even though most, if not all, never had met such a species as Hannah, and even if they had it would had been even more difficult with how heavily augmented her body appeared. This might have compounded their anxiety, Hannah figured that might have been the case, but to her surprise many that she met only seemed curious and a tad interested.

Strange behaviors, she mused to herself as her hands extended to greet another guest that needed help. "-Hello, welcome, please do begin signing here-"

 

[Harley Fenstermacher]

Planet: Brentaal IV Trade Hall
Objective: AO2
Peps: [member="Ordon Trozky"]
Post: 2

"Hmmm I can see why they are not so willing to take part, but with the Mandaloirans making way for the core worlds as a puppet of the Sith, the First Order not far away and the Sith blockading trade routs this place was going to get it's fair share of oppression sooner rather then later". It was a good thing the recent events around the core had not bothered the place too much, other planets were not as lucky, pirate gangs taking over, dictators rising to power. The core worlds had certainly gone down the drain, and all it took were several genocidal invasions from two unstoppable galactic powers on both ends of the galaxy.

He shook his head a little, going back to the data pad as the small group walked further into the building, [member="Tobias Dracks"] going on about the ruler of the plant. "I honestly do not know much about him, though Brentaal has not come under and major power since the days of the One Sith war, he not that I really know much about those times, I was just a kid back them". Perhaps some time in the library reading up on past galactic history was in order, "hopefully he is not to pissed off by us being here".

 

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"Sometimes I can guess what the weather might be like in an hour or so," Cedric replied nonchalantly. The cowled master seemed content to meander about the bombed embassy of his own accord. The database in his helmet was currently comparing the ash marks on the floors and still standing walls to those of past bombings. Doing so would help him to better understand just what kind of weapon was used, and that would be the first step into finding the culprit assuming no other information was found.

"I think you're right on the proton tech," Cedric mused as he turned back to [member="Veleri Saranai"]. Brentaal was a decently sized world with a civilian populace wealthy enough to procure such technology, albeit illegally.

"Collect some more of that dust. We'll have one of the astromech's run a test on the compounds used to create it and compare it to what is used in the local manufacturing plants. You can't just build proton tech at home. If this guy's a local, he'll have to have had to get it from one of the industrial complexes. If not, then we'll need to figure out what smuggler's hauling that sort of tech out to the terrorists."

 

[Alyson Halle]

An attack on an embassy was pretty standard for any regional terrorist group. Don't like somebody? Blow the feth out of some innocent diplomats! That always solves your problems! Sarcasm aside, this was an unforgivable act carried out by some despicable people, and it could not go unpunished. The rest of the MIU was already there, but Alyson was late, as she had other matters to attend to.

They had already been given a Carte Blanche to investigate the terrorists, albeit with some caveats. The locals were on edge so they couldn't go around going door to door searching for terrorists, they also couldn't just kill them. The Republic wanted a trial for political reasons. A populace on edge would be put at ease with the knowledge that they were treated fairly, despite the suspect's violent leanings. Alyson arrived at the Embassy a bit late, she wanted to collect a few EOD specialists just in case there were any bombs that hadn't managed to go off.

The APC rolled up to the scene, which was crawling with investigators, both local and Republic, this was a critical transition period, and neither party wanted to make a bad impression on the other. No one could afford to look incompetent right now, it could be disastrous.

Alyson exited the armored vehicle and began to take in the entire scene with the force. Her keen senses were bombarded by the absolute chaos of the crime scene. She shook off the sensory overload and moved in to meet her comrades.

Most of the faces were unfamiliar to her, except for [member="Cedric Grayson"]. They had a long history together, going back decades. They had fought many battles together and suffered many losses together. Their fates seemed to be bound, and they often found themselves working together whether they liked it or not.

"Good morning Cedric, I haven't seen you since Gree. How have you been my old friend." She said with a slight smile.

Alyson immediately combed the scene with her senses, searching for anything that mere eyes could not reveal. She combed every corner, debris pile, and shard for anything out of place. Her senses were among the best in the galaxy, very little could escape them. She failed to find anything yet.

"I assume we aren't standing around for no reason. Are we waiting for something?"

[member="Veleri Saranai"]

 

[Tobias Dracks]

Location: Trade Hall
Near: [member="Ordon Trozky"] Harley Fenstermacher [member="Ferris Longtail"]
Objective: 1
Post: 3

Tobias only continued to think on about the meetings with the the House. It was the slight conversation that [member=Harley Fenstermacher] that really got his mind off of it. He knew quite a lot about this planet, its importance was not lost on him.

"Brentaal has been under the supervision of other nations for some time now," Continuing to lead the Senator through the halls he added, "Galactic Republic, One Sith, Collective, Free Worlds Coalition, and now the New Republic, many people think that Coruscant is the heart of the Galaxy, but they would be wrong, all trade lanes return to Brentaal and is were all the life blood of the galaxy flows, Credits, Warships, Cargo, even Relief Goods eventually pass through this system on its way anywhere."

Walking through the halls he stopped in front of a big door. "It was not that way on accident, the people in this room make up more accumulated debts, credits, and investment then the Banking Clans ever did in their peak, so if I make a fool out of myself just slap me and take over the talks."

He took a deep breath and looked at the Senator, "Ready?"

 

[The Dapper Mog]

Oz had only been a padawan for a couple of days before she was sent on her first mission alongside her master Cedric Grayson. It felt like the universe around her was speeding up and she was just along for the ride. That being said, she wasn't exactly complaining about it. Now she was the student of a powerful jedi master, and with any luck, was on the fast track to becoming a valuable member of both the jedi and the Republic. She was on her way to being strong enough and wise enough to make a genuine positive difference in the galaxy. Of course, that was still a long way off, and she had to bring her head back into the here and now. Which, interestingly enough, was the scene of a terrorist attack. The explosion had killed at least three people, and had been isolated to the single chamber. Which of course meant that the attack had been planned and followed through with great precision. As the others were investigating the scene, she made a quick preliminary observation, noting the marks and damage inflicted, location of said marks, points of entry, potential suspects, all of which would prove more useful information to the others than her.

With that in mind, Oz took a brief leave of her master's side to look around a bit on her own, only to be stopped by a middle aged human man who began complaining at her about all of these "blasted jedi" mucking about his crime scene. The man was quite adamant that instead of helping, the would just slow down his investigation. Through his posturing and complaining, her only takeaway was that he was dreadfully incompetent and needed their help far more than he ever would admit. Of course, that could just have been her pride speaking. After signing a fairly rude statement to him, Oz made her way back to her master's side, tapping his arm gently to get his attention before signing a short message.

'Investigator seems clueless. Only one bomb, probably placed under the table for most effect. What do you have so far?'

Oz knew full well that it would take a moment for her master to register her words, and decided to take a couple of moments to herself to look over the other people here with them. She didn't know any of them, and no doubt, none of them knew her at all. That was fine, of course, but, introductions were always difficult, considering her circumstances. Nonetheless, any time they would spare glances at her, she would offer them friendly smiles, her darkly colored lips forming a cross between a smirk and a genuinely happy expression. She had no reason not to trust these people that her master trusted, but, her observational skills couldn't be put on hold. Whenever she noticed the slightest thing about people, she would ahve to quiet her mind down and refocus on the situation at hand.

[member="Cedric Grayson"]

 

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The probe droid beeped as Alyson wandered in. Cedric regarded her with a smile, though it was hidden beneath his helmet. "A little burnt, but I've recovered. I've been spending most of my time getting my bearings lately - I came here to test my new padawan's abilities." Cedric gestured toward the Zabrak girl.

Whether or not Oz had what it took to accompany Cedric during his field work was yet to be seen, but the Jedi Master had a certain confidence in the child. He'd seen a number of possibilities while gazing into the empyrean, and he his faith in those possibilities urged him to take the girl under his wing.

When she approached, the masked Jedi listened intently. "We're about to find out," he replied as he turned toward the probe droid. The the droid's external display lit up with the contents of the soot - a form of plasma residue that Cedric knew to be manufactured at a facility in the factory district of the city.

"Seem like our perpetrator is a local. The plasma likely came from Dorza Manufacturing, it's a few miles from here. Might be worth paying a visit. Otherwise it would have been smuggled in, but I would expect someone to bring a more powerful bomb in if they went through the trouble of hiring a smuggler."

[member="Oz Sill"], [member="Alyson Halle"], [member="Veleri Saranai"]

 

[Alyson Halle]

"Seems like only yesterday I was a padawan. Worst decision of my life." She said letting out a hearty laugh.

As the padawan approached she gave her a quick ethereal shakedown. She seemed rather intelligent but haughty, once she got over that she could make a wonderful Jedi. She had no doubt in Cedrics ability to train a padawan, Alyson had never managed to do it but Cedric had done it dozens of times. For whatever reason Alyson's padawans had a habit of dying or vanishing without a trace. It was rather frustrating, which made her slightly jealous of Cedrics talent in that regard.

"Nice to meet you padawan, I'm Alyson Halle. I've been babysitting this madman you call a master since he was a small boy. Now that we have introductions out of the way, I say we go pay these guys a visit, if they aren't responsible I guarantee they will know who is."

She had seen all this before. When she was first exposed to the galaxy at large she spent a very large amount of time buried in records trying to decipher all of galactic history. History showed that when you have a situation like this, one of two things happened, either the company was a front for a terrorist group or was just unlucky enough to have a terrorist workign for them. Either way she didn't want to go in unprepared.

"Seeing as these guys manufacture bombs I think we should nab the EOD guys that I brought and ride there in the bomb proof vehicle they came with. I'm not one for being blown to smithereens by some terrorists just because we dared breathe on the place."

[member="Cedric Grayson"] [member="Oz Sill"]

 

[The Dapper Mog]

Oz looked to the woman as she spoke to her, someone she didn't know in the slightest, but was quite familiar with her master. The young zabrak had a feeling that was going to be a very common theme on their travels. Which made sense, considering the many years he had on her, as well as his position of respect and authority. Nonetheless, being an unknown was something of a drag, but, it was just something she was going to have to get used to. The sooner the better. This assignment seemed interesting, a bombing with materials obviously from a fairly nearby source. That seemed...irresponsible. Of course, there was no strong indication that a terrorist of all people would be that intelligent, yet, something seemed off about this. It was very straight forward in an obvious sense. Political figures assassinated with a bomb manufactured with local materials so even a small level terrorist could get hold of the materials and probably even pull it off with a little ingenuity. But, it just felt too easy. Too obvious. Oz's face twisted slightly as her mind searched for some unattainable answer, like she was trying to crack a code without a cipher or a key.

Alyson spoke again, prompting Oz to come out of her mental fortress of problem solving. The young woman nodded to her respectfully, offering her a small bow. It was nice to meet another member of the order, particularly a female one. (She sometimes wondered if the jedi were truly as male dominated as she had heard.) Of course, it was difficult to glean any real information about her from her appearance and demeanor. She certainly seemed to know Master Greyson fairly intimately, which would make working with her easier, no doubt. Oz perked a brow and signed to her new acquaintance briefly;

'No point in getting blown up just for asking a couple questions, right?'

Oz's darkly colored lips formed a confident smile as she signed, uncertain as to whether or not the woman would understand, but, signing to people was always fifty/fifty on whether or not the would understand. Hopefully this "language" barrier wouldn't be too difficult for those she would have to work with. The young woman gestured towards the exit, insinuating that she was ready to head towards their next destination as soon as they were. It was unlikely that she would be able to learn much of anything else from this specific locale anyway. Besides, she was the padawan, and that meant that she would be following the master's lead.


[member="Alyson Halle"] [member="Cedric Grayson"]

 

[Harley Fenstermacher]

Planet: Brentaal IV Trade Hall
Objective: AO2
Peps: [member="Ordon Trozky"]
Post: 3

“Interesting, so instead of taking the capital we are seizing the supply lines, quite the crafty choice”. That would most likly become the expansion doctrine for the republic, take vitality important world but not ones with huge fame and recognition. “I wonder if we can block shipments between th core and SE, give them a headache in logistics”. It also gave his company a good distribution point for her goods, HCLI had been getting a decent amount of business as of late.

The two came to a hassock door, Harely straightening up his tie as [member="Tobias Dracks"], “oh you giving me permission to slap you, that is quite a powerful request, but I understand”. He was familiar with these type but Tobias was not, hence why Harley was the main diplomatic representative for the New Republic. “Let’s do dis”.

 

[Tobias Dracks]

Planet: Brentaal IV Trade Hall
Objective: AO2
Peps: [member="Ordon Trozky"] [member="Harley Fenstermacher"]
Post: 3

Senator Fenstermacher was correct in her assessment of the planets important, this planet was important like a long line of others that he was working on getting into the fold. The others would be willing to join soon as well as soon as the military could get enough of a push to increase the paroling of a larger boarder. The senator was also placed in charge of this meeting in talking, he was only there to approve anything that was not already approved by the senate.

"That is a possibility Senator, though I am hoping to place that in front of the Sith to prevent them from attacking," He readied himself, "We are currently in a game that was played before us and we must catch up to our opponents."

He nodded to the senator, and began to open and enter the room, "Greeting great houses of Brentaal, Senator Harley Fenstermacher and Vice Chancellor Tobias Drakes from the New Republic are here to speak with your representative about the death of our ambassador."

 

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Getting off his feet certainly sounded nice.

"That might be the first good idea you've had in ten years Alyson," Cedric joked. He was quite fond of the older woman - she'd been one of the few with the resolve to stand by his side when everything had started to fall apart. Her presence within the New Republic was a credit to its character, and he knew that if he could only convince her to take on a more active part in the order, Alyson would make for a fantastic teacher.

The Jedi Master would lead the two women out of the bombed embassy toward the EOD unit that waited outside. He exchanged a few words with one of the drivers, and gestured for his companions to join him aboard the armored air speeder.

"I had to promise him an ujj cake," Cedric mumbled as he settled into a seat in the passenger half of the vessel, "No clue where to find any though. Either of you good at baking?" The masked Jedi eyed the two women suspiciously, his attentions evidently concerned with matters other than the bombing at the moment.

[member="Alyson Halle"], [member="Oz Sill"]

 

[RC 212]

[member="Tobias Dracks"] [member="Harley Fenstermacher"]

Post 3: Finally settled on a char.

Planet: Brentaal IV Trade Hall
Objective: AO2
Negotiations

They were joined by a third. Clad in her black under-suit, tan ballistic armor and a proper blue cloak. Annika, head of the Populist party. She was taking a break for a week from the Campaign trail of Tesforam, to attend this little gathering. As they swapped plans she smirked. Deviousness was the up and coming Senators game.

"And what makes you think they'll agree if you use blatant force to....twist their arms as it were? Tesnions are already high here. Pitch what you got, then let me pitch mine."

Then he opened up to the houses. A few she spotted right away, former colleges of hers fro other political schemes. some of them she had already could count as enemies, and thus enemies of the New Republic, just by her mere showing up here. Beside her two Commandos strode in tow, helmets tucked under their arms, with nasty blaster pistols at their sides.

They were from Tesforam, the Special Forces there apparently believe much in her cause.

She would wait, and let them play the brute force angle, for she was more a woman of finesse and charm. The cloak and dagger could come later if need be.

"And of course myself. Aide to the Senator of Tesforam. Head of the Populist party."

She let it be at that. Would they bite the bait, and ask about it? Or were they so concerned that a Republic Warfleet would descend upon them and obliterate their pathetic existence. After all, they had just assassinated an ambassador of sorts.