Private Political Assembly

[Kellan Gray]

Kellan Grays Home - Jutrand

Kellan stared at the holomap with eager eyes, flicking his gaze from planet to planet within Imperial space, occasionally tapping on a planet and reading the data entry that it had. He'd first thought of the plan some weeks ago while a tutor lectured him on the politics on the Sith Empire. Being a society built around 'might makes right' anything was up for grabs from anyone, as long as you had the means to take it, nothing was off limits, especially the many planets that resided within the Empires borders. The apprentice looked toward toward the only other occupant of the room, a black protocol droid that watched his movements with golden photoreceptors.

A button on the holotable was tapped and the scene changed, bringing up images of several local Acolytes. Kellan had scoured the records for allies, people whom were reliable, strong, and most of all, desperate to make their own mark on the Empire, what he ended up with were five young acoytes around his age, each of them suited for the task in their own way. In the back of his mind, a voice nagged at him, cautioning the young sith against entrusting his plans to others, alleging that they'd turn around and betray him as soon as they saw the proper chance. No, they each had something to gain, and should they succeed on their initial play, there was a chance to upset the balance of power in their favor.

The mute made a series of movements with his hands in galactic sign language, and the protocol droid nodded and departed to send summons to each of the candidates. They'd be informed of a chance to make great profit at little risk to themselves, and given details on where to find Kellan.

 

[Zachariah Conway]

Location: Jutrand
Tags: Kellan Gray
Equipment: Lightsaber​

Zachariah let out a sigh.

He had been on Jutrand for a while and had spent time floating in and out of different groups and different lecturers. He'd never really settled down however, hadn't ever really fallen into place with anyone. No-one had bothered to accept him as their student. Hell, he was so close to asking Arcturus Dinn to come and pick him up and return him back to Zaathru.

The boy had even considered seeking solace with the Sith Emperor. From what his rough understanding of familial trees was, Arcturus had adopted him and Arcturus had been adopted by Darth Empyrean which technically made the Sith Emperor his adopted grandfather. He'd considered that option, however it was likely Empyrean would force people to train him and that would just be an awkward pairing.

So he'd continued just working with the odd paring, not really learning a lot and not really connecting with anyone. Hence his extreme levels of surprise when a summons was handed to him informing him of an opportunity for profit with little risk. He'd thought long and hard about it, wondering if it was some form of trap but ultimately he didn't care. His curiosity was peaked.

Weirdly, the thought of profit didn't interest him. He just wanted to know if the summons was genuine. He wanted to know if it was genuine and if it was, why he had been selected. Surely it wasn't already common knowledge that he'd had an audience with the Sith Emperor and he was almost certain that his potential adopted grandfather hadn't made their relationship public and Zachariah himself definitely hadn't.

His interest was peaked.

Someone had taken time to find out information out about him and possibly saw some actual potential with him. For the first time since he had arrived on Jutrand someone had paid him more than just the smallest amount of attention. For the first time he actually felt somewhat valued by someone. For the first time, there was a potential to actually make a friend.

Or get stabbed, if the summons wasn't genuine. Both were likely, but he was almost desperate at this point so all of his hope was riding on the summons being genuine. Maybe the riches he'd get out of whatever opportunity he was presented would be a friend. Maybe it would also be actual riches, which would be pretty cool all things considered. Not as good as a friend, but cool nontheless.

His speeder shot through the Jutrand skyline. Most people on the planet had to abide by the rules of skylanes, however being a Sith granted just a few privilages and access to certain speeders that were programmed to get around Jutrand without following the rules was just one of those privilages. It made it much easier to get from point A to point B.

The directions he'd followed had taken him to what appeared to be someone's home. He paused for a few moments outside of it, looking around. It was his final chance to back out, but he'd already decided he wasn't going to. He wanted to know who had taken an interest in him, why they'd taken an interest in him and what they had to offer him. Maybe, just maybe he'd be able to secure a friend out of it as well.

And if he got stabbed? So be it.

 

[Mellia Black]

Residential Bloc - Jutrand
Equipment: Lightsaber
Tags: Kellan Gray | Zachariah Conway

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The dying roar of a speeder bike announced Mellia Black's presence, and she removed herself from the vehicle with a scowl and a healthy dose of skepticism.

This was the locale where she was to find, as one supremely annoying messenger droid had put it, lucrative business opportunities? The building in front of the young acolyte inspired neither awe nor dread, and in dealing with a Sith, those were the only impressions that truly mattered. It inspired nothing, in fact - nothing except, perhaps, a fleeting desire to cleave the structure in twain, if only she had the prowess. Even the protocol droid out front - and, some small mercy, at least her mysterious potential benefactor had a servant on display - seemed dreadfully basic.

But discretion could be a virtue, in some circumstances. And first impressions could be deceiving. No, what truly made the Acolyte nervous, what solidified the uncertainty in her moderately-blackened heart, was something else.

There appeared to be a child on the premises. A young boy, in highly archaic formalwear, no less, standing before the entryway. He looked, to Mellia's ever-critical eye, less like a co-conspirator and more like a youngling nervous to meet his lover's parents.

The acolyte's eyes, luminous gold and brimming with the sort of contempt only the very young or supremely maladjusted could muster, settled on the young boy.

"Hello. I suppose you're here for a...business opportunity as well?"

 

[Annika Starfire]

Location: Jutrand
Objective: business oppurtunity
Tags: Kellan Gray Zachariah Conway Mellia Black
Gear: in bio

Wearing: this but with her hat

"You too huh?" came a young voice from out of nowhere, answering to Mellia Black . In the darkness the pure black portal that had opened was all but invisible to the eyes but those attendant would feel the use of the force as Annika stepped out from nowhere. "Got any more information yet? I was half tempted to sit this one out, got a weird vibe to it, hmm maybe." she eyed up the other girl, trying to suss her out and measure her potential as a rival or a friend.

Annika had enough money from her channel, it had taken a dip recently and the algorithm was being brutal to her. She needed to focus on building strength though, she had found a calling withing the Sith and had now reached the point where if she left this life there might be repercussions. Her first ever kill was sickening, her third was unnerving, her second not counting because it was life in death. But now she feeling each one less and less, and it kind of felr cool to have that power over someone, there was certainly a few people in her past that would not have gotten away with their transgressions had she known what she knew now.

The other boy here looked about her age, with makeup and her general appearance she perhaps looked a little older but it couldn't have been a lot. "You guys are acolytes too right?"

 

[Marcus Dinn]

Marcus didn't need anything. He wanted. Among his wants was profit, networking, and some good old fashioned fun. That was what brought him to the home of the mysterious Kellan Gray, whose proposal promised all three.

What he didn't expect was to find Zachariah Conway there. The last time he had seen Zach, the boy had been raging at Marcus' mother for Force choking Pharus Dystra. It had been a major childhood incident, one which Marcus would've preferred to never be reminded of again. But here Zach was, looking much the same as he had all those years ago.

"You still haven't learned how to dress, I see," Marcus remarked as he passed through the gate, his own all-black robes pooling around him. Standing nearby was a woman who didn't look much better—shaving half your head and leaving the rest long was so last decade. She seemed uncomfortably fixated on Zach; Marcus could sense her contempt. Regardless of their shared history, Zach was still a member of the Dinn family, and the Dinns looked out for each other.

"Whatever you're thinking," he said, side-eyeing her with a hand on his hip and a faint smirk on his lips. "I wouldn't do it if I were you."

"You guys are acolytes too right?"

Marcus shot Annika a funny look over his shoulder. What else could they possibly be, Jedi Padawans? "Yes, and it looks like we're going to be hired for a heist. Or perhaps we'll be forced to compete against each other in a battle royale. I'm not quite sure."

Kellan Gray Zachariah Conway Mellia Black Annika Starfire​

 

[Uriel Rykard]

Uriel was a number of things, some of them exactly what Kellan had in mind, others less so. He had no desire to carve out a fiefdom for himself, no real yearning to watch a world toil away on his behalf, but he came anyway. Silent, unmasked, and devoid of any apparent interest in the world around him, he arrived last. Or close enough to it. The others exchanged questions back and forth, voicing their confusion and hiding their disdain. He didn't add to the chorus, instead he found a quiet corner of the room and waited with a grim stare.

The aim was to avoid notice, at least until they had some idea of why they'd been summoned. There was no point socializing without some goal in mind, otherwise it was just useless prattle. Leaning back against the corner, Uriel ran a hand absently through his short-cropped blonde hair, smoothed out a wrinkle in his plain clothes, and otherwise busied himself in silence.

Marcus Dinn Mellia Black Kellan Gray Zachariah Conway Annika Starfire ​

 

[Zachariah Conway]

Location: Jutrand
Tags: Kellan Gray | Marcus Dinn | Mellia Black | Annika Starfire | Uriel Rykard
Equipment: Lightsaber​

The young boy looked around.

Everyone appeared one after the other, with no real pause between. Zachariah wondered if it had all been planned, that everyone would arrive at the same time. He wondered if it had been planned and no-one bothered to inform him, that was the most obvious answer. It was the answer that explained why everyone just sort of appeared in one go.

The first to arrive, after himself, was a young grey skinned female. Her speeder bike had arrived shortly after his own and she'd approached him with her eyes fixed on him. It had put him slightly on edge, no matter how much he tried to hide it outwardly. He heard her speak but before he could answer, another voice made itself known and answered the female's question.

A second female, this one young too. She appeared out of no-where, no evidence of a speeder or a speeder bike or anything. It was like she'd just come from nothing. It wasn't unheard of, of course. The force could allow for things like that to occur. The force was a pathway to many abilities that some would consider unnatural, and randomly appearing out of no-where was definitely unnatual.

Again, he went to answer her questions but again he was cut off. This time by a voice he recognised from his not so distant past. Time had always worked weirdly in the galaxy, but he wasn't expecting to see his younger adopted brother now appearing older than him. He didn't appreciate the boy's comments about his dress sense, it was just reinforncing things that he was already targeted for. It was definitely something that he needed to address, quickly. What he did appreciate however was Marcus standing up for him against the first female.

He'd attempted to speak three times, and three times he'd been cut off before he'd even had chance to say anything. He was definitely starting to feel like maybe he didn't belong in the group, but at least if this summons was a trap they would all go down together. At least he wouldn't be the only one foolish enough to go down to a trap.

Finally, he let out a little cough and worked up the courage to finally speak. His voice came out quieter than he'd intended, however it came out nontheless.

"Do we knock, do you think?"