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The team had been specially selected for this particular task. It was to be a small group; one little enough to slip in without being noticed, but dangerous enough to cause a stir. It was to that purpose that Cedric had chosen his candidates; each man and woman had been vetted by the Jedi Knight personally over the course of weeks.
Some selected had declined the mission due to it's particularly dangerous nature. The team would be moving in the dark, and while they sought to assist the Trade Council, the council itself did not know of their existence. That would be changing very soon.
Contact had been made with cells operating out of Jaminere, though Cedric had not yet managed to speak with their leaders. Given the rate at which things were escalating, he could not afford to wait on confirmation from Jaminere's disparate cells. Time simply did not allow for such a luxury.
Thus it was that Cedric had called his team to meet with him aboard the Chimaera. The cloaked Star Destroyer lingered just over the world of Meridies, its presence entirely unknown to anyone save for the world's queen. The knight awaited those called within his personal office on the command deck. He'd discarded his furs and robes in favor of something more martial. Donning the Jedi Lord's armor was like driving a speeder after not owning one for many years. It was foreign, yet familiar. Frightening, but comforting.
"How do you think this is going to go?" Vicarion's ethereal voice whispered in the back of Cedric's mind.
The Jedi Knight smiled. "I have faith Vicarion. That's enough."
The doors hissed open, admitting the first of the volunteers.
[member="Ari Vox"], [member="Lyra Sarn"], [member="Aela Talith"], [member="Glavis"], [member="Jax Vandal"]