One hell of a headache (CIS, Vorhi's friends)

[Feena]

"I just need to monitor you for a few days," she reassured him, not charmed at all by his morbid joke, "Once I am sure it's nothing, then you are free to go."

It made sense now why she was getting those readings. It did sound like something that would return to normal on it's own, but, well, Feena would always worry.

"You can all come back in now," she called, letting the door slide open, "I am finished here for now."

 

[Onrai]

"Did I say they were for the only woman with child around here?" She raised an eyebrow, looking @[member="Ember Rekali"] over. "Alright, you got me. I need help coming up with a solution that'll help balance her hormones out again. You know... So she won't get so agitated at whoever happens to be in the path of her furor."

At least, she hoped Ember could help her.

 

[Ashin Varanin]

@[member="Pandeima"]

Ember got a good laugh out of that.

"My wife and I had four children," he said at last, "three sons and a daughter. What the Archon is displaying is not something to be corrected." He couldn't restrain a chuckle. "Can't be done, shouldn't be done. There are better ways to spend your time than trying to make a pregnant woman's moments of emotion go away. Bigger projects, better uses for your skills."

 

[Onrai]

"Such as? You know who I am, what I do. What are you insinuating, Ember?" She raised an eyebrow, looking him over before turning and walking off to her laboratory. She was agitated, and wanted Feena's hormones equalized, because out of everyone who worked in the CIS medical department, Polarine was both the most emotionally fragile and the most easily reactive.

And one who always ended up trying to make things better.

@[member="Ember Rekali"]

 

[Xhal Taleed]

Xhal didn't normally go on deliveries himself, but he didn't want to pass up an opportunity to see the Templar's citadel. They were in need of medical staff and, as it just so happened, Xhal had recently fixed up a medical droid that probably didn't need to be anywhere else. A GH-7 hovered quietly behind him as he wandered around the complex. Xhal made himself scarce and got out of the way when a grumpy, green-skinned humanoid stormed past him. A Mirialan? That one seemed much greener than normal, but he didn't have the gall to inquire. As soon as she was past him, he peeled himself off from the wall and continued his aimless meandering.

 

[Ashin Varanin]

@[member="Circe Savan"]

"I'm insinuating," he said as she walked away, "that you're one of about five competent White Current users that aren't Fallanassi, you're mostly self-trained, and you could be learning. From, say, me."

 

[Onrai]

"Well then..."

She paused, raising a delicate eyebrow as she looked over the older assassin. "Do tell what you can teach me. It seems every opportunity that you and I have to be together and train, let alone talk, something always ends up getting in the way. So please, I'm eager to learn." She motioned to him, ready to begin with whatever it was she would learn.

@[member="Ember Rekali"]

 

[Vorhi Alestrani]

Vorhi smirked and nodded. "Hmm, seems like they went off to handle their own affairs," he said with a shrug. "So, how've you been, Feena? I know between all of Rostu's projects and taking over the Templars, it must be busy as hell," he mused dryly. He was worried about his colleagues. Besidess, he had to at least keep up with some of what had been going on. Not enough gossip in the halls lately.

 

[Feena]

When she peeked out the door, nobody was there anymore. With a sigh, she let it slide shut and went back to her patients bed side.

"Busy is not even the word for it. I've been complete swamped. I've been considering hiring an assistant."

And a body guard, and a nanny, and a maid...

"The pregnancy hasn't helped anything either. It would be easier if I had Keter to help me out, but I'm so busy I hardly get time to visit home anymore. When I do get home, it's only for a day or two before I have to get back out here..."

Feena had the feeling that she was complaining too much now. He had not asked for her lifes story.

"Oh, but, err... I am very happy with my work."

 

[Vorhi Alestrani]

Vorhi shook his head playfully. "You need to relax, Feena. I'm your senior by a few years, and although you're my boss, I'm just going to be blunt anyway. You won't be able to keep everything under control. Delegate. Breathe. Or else you go nuts," he said matter-of-factly. "You keep overdoing it, and you'll be the one stuck on bedrest, not me," he said with a nod.

He sighed. "Sorry, I'm still more lecturer than diplomat after all these years," he offered weakly. "Still I stand by the fact that the only reason I'm not dead yet is that I've learned to take a vacation when I need it," he said with a laugh. "That, and my cat-like reflexes."

 

[Feena]

Feena sunk into a chair next to the bed with a sigh. He really was a good lecturer. But she kind if had the feeling she needed that. Nobody else dared to tell her she was doing too much. He did.

"Are you saying I should take a vacation? Or are you applying for the job as my assistant?"

 

[Jorus Merrill]

Assuming that Feena was in the loop, around now would be the time when researchers might start being able to report the following.

The tiny blood samples which @[member="Daxton Bane"] had gleaned from his spent needles had now been processed, their genetic material duplicated repeatedly in order to get a testable volume. That genetic material had been compared to every Confederate database in order to find the masked man who'd shot Vorhi. Genetic markers were difficult things to search for, but in the end, a single match had come up: A visitor to a medical clinic on Kothlis, in the earliest days of the Confederacy. National security being the skeleton key it was, a name had come back: Jorus Quentin Merrill.

The man who owned the Mara Corridor, along with his wife. Specifically, they owned Silk Holdings, the immense corporation that facilitated and supplied all travellers along the Mara, as well as giving the CIS a very good deal on bacta from Verkuyl. The vast majority of Silk's operations were located elsewhere, but the main administrative office of the decentralized corporation had been located on Ukio until -- surprise, surprise -- just before the masked man showed up on Roon with a shotgun. Those assets were now well out of Confederate space, eventually to be located on Drogheda. More to the point, Merrill was a household name on Roon. Before the CIS set up shop on Roon, it had been Merrill and his associates who repaired and re-mapped the lanes through the Cloak of the Sith, and fought the Bando Gora all the while.

Said background check would also reveal that Merrill was a career insurgent with a history of service in numerous small wars and planetary defense forces, as well as holding naval captain rank in the Omega Defense Force. Furthermore, it mentioned his name in connection with the destruction of @[member="Circe Savan"]'s GTG Star Destroyer near Void Station. Specifically, he'd been aboard and somehow reappeared alive, even when the Star Destroyer was reduced to shrapnel by a core overload.

Daxton's play with the blood had been, unfortunately for everyone but Daxton, exactly the right play to make.

@[member="Genesis Rostu"]

 

[Onrai]

When Circe heard who'd attacked @[member="Vorhi Alestrani"], she nearly flipped out. This self-proclaimed "Warden of the Hyperlanes" had once again proven himself to be nothing but a terrorist. And it seemed that she had a personal vendetta to fulfill as well.

"Jorus Merrill... Feena, I need to discuss something with you about this right now." From her urgency, Feena would immediately recognize that he had done something equally horrifying to her as well.

@[member="Feena Mason"]

 

[Vorhi Alestrani]

He looked up at the two of them as Circe returned, mentioning a name. "Oh, the lab has more details on the people who attacked us? Good. Spill it," he sad calmly. He wasn't being imperious or rude about it. But hey, he got shot, he should get to know the details about it. Even if he wasn't going to be a chief investigator, it was his job to find the truth, and in this case, the truth meant finding whoever had done this, and teaching them a lesson in humility. He looked at the two of them. They better include him in this discussion bedrest or no.

 

[Onrai]

"His name's Jorus Merrill. He's a terrorist and revolutionary wanted by numerous galactic powers. I know him as a person who destroyed one of the GTG's 3 Star Destroyers, nearly killing everyone in cold blood after I rescued his now-wife from the Black Sun. He's a weak combatant, but good with blaster weapons and grenade launchers. His specialty is being able to enhance a starship's hyperdrive."

She growled. This man was someone she wanted to eliminate personally.

@[member="Vorhi Alestrani"] @[member="Feena Mason"]