Faction Remember the Colichemarde (Outer Planets Alliance)

[Cei Kyros]

"Cease and desist!" riot droids squawked in unison, "Return to your homes immediately!"

Cole Merrill and his growing crowd of followers outside the port world's primary trade consortium would not be deterred.

"You can't protect us!" he railed into his megaphone, "You don't care! Anotha freighta destroyed by da Core but nobody care! Anotha Sith supaweapon at Sisio but nobody care! Da galaxy don't give a poodoo about da Rim!"

Protestors wailed in agreement. Word spread fast on Terminus and the HoloNet was already beginning to frenzy. More would be here soon. Many more.

"Da old ways work fo' a while but not no more! If no one gonna stand fo' us da Rim gonna rise up and stand fo' ourself! It time fo' da Underground to step outta da shadows an fight fo' da people of da Rim dey swore to protect!"

"Cease and desist!" the droids sounded quieter compared to a growing roar of discontent, "Return to your homes immediately!"

"Da entire RIM is my home stoopa!" Cole shouted into the droid's face, then wheeled back around to the people, "Fight fo' da Rim! Remembah da Colichemarde!"

"Remember the Colichemarde! Remember the Colichemarde! Remember the Colichemarde!"

 

[Eldin Daine]

The job was simple enough, deliver the ‘goods’, get the money and leave. Eldin had been running delivers for a small-time crime lord out of Nar Shaddaa since his return there, earning enough credits to get by but that was about it. It wasn’t enough for him though, he loved the feel of credit pieces in his hands, lots of ‘em and he was starting to itch for a new job. Something that would pay better.

The Rusty Bucket slammed out of hyperspace, just another odd ball ship arriving to Terminus, which was perfect, and anonymity would be maintained. The ‘goods’ he carried would not draw attention he supposed, the smell might, all he knew was it was high-end seafood some hot shot wanted and was prepared to pay a handsome price for.

Struts touched down on the surface of the docks and engines whirled before starting the cool down cycle. What was left of his thin cigar, he crushed underfoot before going to find the contact. The noise of ships landing and taking off hit him like a wall, and the smell of ship fuel stung his nose cause it to wrinkle with displeasure.

“You’re late”, a voice grunted coming from a Quarren who flapped his arms toward his dock workers to unload the Bucket. “Got delayed, I am here now”. The delay was a pretty girl at the refuelling station back on Svivren, Jedi she said she was.

A worker signalled indicating the cargo was accounted for, the Quarren approached with the credits. “Your boss wants too much for these goods, not sure I want to pay so much for ‘em”, his hand around the bag of credit was like a death grip Eldin noticed. In a flash, Eldin’s blaster barrel stuck into the Quarren’s ribs.

“Your life worth the price for some rotten crabs?”. The grip on the bag loosened and fell into Eldin’s open hand. He threw it in the air and caught it again, weight it up and it felt about right. He had a talent for it counting money through the weight of it.

He was thirsty, time for a drink and maybe find another pretty face. As he crossed the docks toward the exit, he noticed all the traffic of trade, this place was thriving with it. There was money to be made here, that was obvious. He looked down at the bag in his hand with a grin, this time the bag was his.



Let’s see if I can double it. It was time to go find a gambling house, a drink .. and a pretty face.


Cole Merrill

 

[Loske Treicolt]

"You could just pay me to look into that."

"No," Loske grunted beneath the hull of S.S. Bruno. She gave the hydrospanner another firm twist to loosen a stubbourn bolt. She was crouched and removing the troublesome pannel that was scorched from an encounter with an unfriendly. It was just a loose tube, but it was impacting her main drive. "With your prices, I could get a new ship."

The verpine's face tendrils twitched with some agitation. "The most expensive job you could pay for is an amateur's" it countered in it's native tongue. The only reason she could understand what he said was because Frank was directly translating the audio. With a displeased expression, she poked her head out from behind the panel and shook her head at the technician. Verpine were inarguably excellent mechanics, but she had to keep her credits reserved for the fuel required to make these trips from the core back to The Outer Rim. All the efforts going on around the wounded planet of Coruscant and its trade routes were becoming too overwhelming for her and she needed space. To go back to Alliance territory where she'd began. If this were a more complicated job, she would have obliged him and sacrificed her wallet.

Within a few moments, she stepped back from the panel after tightening it again and reached for the cloth in her back pocket, wringing it over her grease-covered hands with a triumphant grin. "I'll see you next time I'm on Terminus." The bug gave her a gesture which she interpreted as some sort of promise-making movement.

Frank gave made a weeeboop noise, suggesting she look at the nearest telescreen. Still holding the cloth and hydrospanner, Loske stepped around her ship to observe the rally happening on the projector. Hum. What was being televised was more interesting than the random quarrels that were taking place in the docks, and she pointed to the screen and looked at her astromech.

"Where is that being recorded?" She asked while the camera shifted to someone who looked like a reporter, then back to Cole Merrill. Frank looked as if he were looking at the screen for a few seconds. It didn't much matter. The chants of Remember the Colichemarde! were enough of a trail to be followed. Overcome with inquiry, Loske shoved the hydrospanner in her back pocket, and rag in the other, and sought off in the direction of the growing noise -- looking to get in the thick of things. This sounded like legions hungry for rebellion once again.

There were a few gathered near the exit of the docks, and those few quickly blossomed into a pool of people. Some enthralled, transfixed and had their fists up in defiance with Remember the Colichemarde on their breath. Some others were...totally disinterested ( Eldin Daine ). She cast a backward glance to where her ship was situated, which was now out of sight. Was this going to compromise a takeoff?

Djorn Bline

 

[Cei Kyros]

There were many trade houses on a port world like Terminus but Cole Merrill and his confederates had targeted this one on purpose. It was Core owned and operated but there was more here at play than mindless bigotry. This particular consortium was known to have their hands in the pockets of every dockmaster at every major port on the planet. A few well placed bribes here and there was enough to reserve the best berths and receive occasional tips on upcoming contracts.

Everyone knew about it but there was nothing anyone could do. Not anymore.

"Dese robba barons grow fat on talons off da blood and sweat of true spacers! Dey say we canno survive witout dem. Well I say dey canno survive witout us!"

Things were quickly escalating beyond the riot droids' ability to handle. Terminus cops weren't worth much even on a good day so all it would take is a nudge to provoke this crowd into doing more than protesting. Cole knew the next few moments were important. He wasn't after a blood bath here, he was just a man who had been beaten down by forces outside his control his whole life and wanted to set things right for once.

"De rest of da galaxy may be willing to bow down but we do not kneel! We seen too much to be afraid. Da First Orda no gone! Empire is alive in da hearts of every weak man who'd trade safety fo' chains!"

He pointed out one of the locals at random. Eldin Daine may have had simple vice on his mind but Merrill was about to briefly make him the center of attention.

"Oi gunslinga! Follow me and I won just make ya rich! I won just make ya strong! I'll make ya a karkin prince of da new world!"

His eyes quickly settled on another face. This one looked like she might really believe in the Cause. He turned his megaphone on Loske Treicolt .

"And what about you, sister? Ya a daughta of da rebellion? Or ya got buckethead in ya veins?"

 

[Elias Warian]

In orbit of Terminus , Elias Warian's Corellian Freighter jumped out of hyperspace on route to one of the planet's Space Ports. Elias had been secretly recruited by the DIB to aid them in monitoring the activities of many members of the Outer Planets Alliance including one Cole Merrill from what he knew from briefings , the Man had confronted the Directorate twice with one of his friends , a certain Jerec Asyr who had been recently captured by the DIB. Originally it was James Cerensp , Head of DIB Special Operations who was to conduct this mission , but he knew his face could be easily recognized by Cole Merril and therefore someone else had to fill the gap this man was Elias Warian.

Elias Warian was born in Corellia but had been raised in the Outer Rim. On a journey to Bespin he had been approached by the DIB to conduct the mission that James Cerensp had to do and was offered a hefty price and as what most people would do , he accepted awaiting the right moment to conduct the mission. Then he saw the DIB had reported that Cole had been leading a protest and had been gaining support ever since. Soon Elias's Freighter landed in a nearby spaceport and Elias was on his way towards the Protests.

Arriving at the scene he was amazed , Cole Merrill and his supporters where there chanting "Remember the Colichimarde" and resisting the Police Droids who told them to return to their homes. It reminded Elias Warian of his Rebel Attitude he had when he was a kid. Elias had befriended many people in both the Outer Rim and the Core Worlds having studied in Corellia as a Teen and Early Adult and his allegiance to either side remained unknown. However for know Elias Warian decided to stick to the original objective and pose as a supporter of Cole Merrill's Protest and then reporting his activities to the DIB.

But unbeknownst to Elias , James Cerensp was on the planet , observing him from a Building not far from the Protest and was observing Elias's every move , the DIB knew the risks of employing a Rimmer as they called them and needed to make sure they did not get doubled-Crossed. Still the protest intrigued Cerensp seeing at how the Protesters possessed the Anti-Core Sentiment and how their slogan was "Remember the Colichimarde" ironic he thought as the Destruction of the Colichimarde was meant to be a demonstration of power and a warning but now it became a beacon of hope. Though still the DIB had unfinished business with Cole Merrill and would ensure that he suffered the same fate as his friend Jerec.

 

[Eldin Daine]

He found himself pushing against a tide of people, they all seemed to gravitate toward a young man with megaphone, shouting a political agenda Eldin was not aware of in these parts. He secured his loot in the inner pockets of his jacket, not wanting to be victim of pick pockets, he secured it.

Remember the Colichemarde. The theme of the moment, which Eldin was unaware of, after all he had just come from a place that cared little for rebellions unless they dropped bombs from the sky. He was not alone in this oblivious state, many of the people around him confused and getting rather put out by the inconvenience of the ‘push’. Others however, seemed to garner an understanding and began to shout, “Remember the Colichemarde”, over and again and the chorus grew.

The tension shifted in the air, it was building up to something which no doubt was exactly what the young man on the megaphone wanted. The tension in Eldin body built as well, especially when suddenly those around him turned to looked at him directly. One or two people he would dismiss, but an entirely crowd was something entirely different. Damn kid.

A promise of riches, power and title, made Eldin chuckle, the kid had moxie he had to give him that. “Sure kid. Who would turn that down”, he yelled back which was lost on the crowd noise and in the blink of an eye, the kids eye fell on a pretty young woman not far from Eldin. And the crowd followed suit.

He shuffled passed the main gathering, yet curiosity got the better of him. He stopped the nearest person, a young girl who had eyes only for the megaphone man. “Remember the Colichemarde, what’s a Colichemarde?”, apart from an old short sword, he doubted that had anything to do with this rally.

The young girl gave Eldin a look of disgust yanking her arm away from his grasp, “You an idiot mister?”. She did not wait around for his reply.

“I’m guessin’ I am”. Gleaming white teeth broke through his smile.

Elias Warian | Cole Merrill | Loske Treicolt

 

[Kida Tillian]

Well this was exciting. Kida had barely arrived on Terminus to start her errantry rite, and now there was a riot. As the crowd swept along her, she grinned as the excitement and energy swept her up alongside. No, that wasn't right. Not a riot. A revolution. That was even more thrilling. And it was a corporation based on the Core, by the sound of it. Awkward since she and her family were freight captains, but this was different. They didn't bribe people for their own advantage over competitors, at least, not anymore. Not since they started running supplies to resistance movements under the One Sith.

She shouldered her way in the crowd, chanting alongside them. The Force roiled around her with everything that was going on, and it was thrilling. No wonder the Saaraai Kaar had insisted upon this. It was so unlike anything she had seen before, and she had come for the racing leagues. Maybe this was something better though. More meaningful. A chance to make a difference, like Roth had said.

 

[Djorn Bline]

There was a huge commotion going on, one that he had been keeping his distance from. Funny that this was the exact station he arrived when entering the Rim, and what did he found first thing? Lowly people with all different kinds of trouble. One big mixing pot creating some sort of bomb. He could see the desperation in these people, the help they needed. Repressed from having some semblance of a quality life, one that he knew quite well in the Empire.

He only watched from afar, experimenting with some cigars he purchased. Worked well with blending in as scum.

But then he saw Loske and then became interested as she perked curiosity in the unsettling rebellion of low lives.

“Ah, chit, Hot Pink,” moving ahead to try and catch up with Loske. He was an Imperial Inquisitor disguised as a freelancer spacer, why did he care about her? Well, funny enough, he actually did care and saw her as an important contacts that can move information to him.

Loske Treicolt

 

[Loske Treicolt]

Suddenly thrust into the spotlight, Loske felt very self conscious.

Obviously the people were more interested in what Cole Merrill had to say than her contribution but...wait, what did he say? In the awkwardness of seeing the cameras turn to face her, waiting her response, she forgot what the question was. Daughter of the rebellion? Did that mean she had to respond with daddy?

A hesitation would look bad. Still, she needed to figure out what she was being asked. Buckethead? That was Mandalorian. No Mandalorian in her blood!

"Rebel blood only." She confirmed, giving a definitive nod and smile to the infectiously gusto rally leader. Should she pound her chest too, to reinforce the statement? No, no, just stand there and let the crowd swallow her. The decision was made for her. At the two confirmations from the random crowd attendees, those that seemed to know what was going on hooted and hollered, a unanimous chorus of potential rising in a cacophonous, celebratory echo that seemed to consume every attendee. She was quickly grabbed by the shoulders with enthusiasm, having re-found brethren in the Outer Rim. The type of joviality that felt reminiscent of Alliance triumphs, and the zest that came with potential. The atmosphere was intoxicating, and she let herself be jostled by the folks around that bounced on their toes to continue to show their support through raised fists and voices.

She staggered, enough to randomly stomp on the toes of someone -- which was bound to happen, given the activity of the crowds. "Oh, I'm sorry--" Loske began, expecting the owner of the foot to not have even noticed, and be more interested in the rally. Maybe they were. "Ohmygod, Djorn, what are the...chances..hi."

Djorn Bline / Kida Tillian / Eldin Daine

 

[Cei Kyros]

"Dey think dey can hide behind dese walls!" he was building up to a point now, "Dey think we too weak! Here what I have to say to dat!"

Cole dropped his megaphone and confidently strode up to one of the riot droids.

"Cease and desist-" the robot stepped forward to shove him back but before it could he reached out and poked it lightly in the chest.

It collapsed to the ground in a lifeless heap. Some of the noise faded as shock and confusion washed over those close enough to witness such a miraculous event. He stepped over the disabled droid and calmly approached the trade hall. Another soft tap and a state of the art security system chimed pleasantly in approval. Merrill opened the door and walked inside.

FOLLOW ME

The text only message was transmitted to Loske Treicolt and Eldin Daine . A skilled surveillance professional with resources like Elias Warian would have no problem intercepting it. Kida Tillian could only rely on a gut feeling. Something larger was going on here and the Force called her to it. Djorn Bline was on his own unless Loske clued him in. Filthy Imperial.

 

[The Fool]

"Cause I look scruffy I can't be an super ultra platinum loyalty card holder?"

"Sir, for the last time - we are not SpaceExxon. This is not a valid card."

"What d'ya mean not valid? Tal said it works errywhere in the Outrim."

"We don't even offer loyalty cards - our whole business model revolves around being the cheapest alternative out there."

"Gaz, what's this intern sayin'?"

"Exactly what you're hearin', bossman - Tal's card don't work." Gaz sighed, repeating for the nth time. He gave the credit chip his captain held to the cashier and dragged the man away.

"Tal's scams always work. This card looks like a legit one to me."

"Tal's scams never work." but Gaz was used to his captain getting scammed nearly every time by the shady Sullustan. Nonetheless, he his captain complain away.

"...anyways, let's hit the casino, G-" Salko said but was interrupted from behind.

"Oi, cap'n, you gotta hear 'is"

"Hear what, Bob?"

"My name's Vercingetorix, sir." the young boy corrected him. He'd been a recent addition. The new comms officer, or well intern who took the job as an officer for his thesis paper. "Here you go."

He gave Salko the most primitive handheld transceiver and probably the heaviest too. The captain put the massive earphones on and heard a familiar voice over the radio stirring trouble. He adjusted the channel, and the mic to his mouth.

<<What the hell are you up to, kid?>> there was a hint of seriousness in his tone.

Cole Merrill

 

[Kida Tillian]

Kida paused and let the crowd surge past her. She had a feeling in her gut, some instinct telling her there was something more to this whole situation, especially with the way the door to the trade depot slid open on its own. The young woman pushed her way to the edge of the crowd and the edge of the building. Here on the fringe, things were a little less chaotic, and she could get a slightly more clear view of the situation. No doubt about it. The door had definitely opened on its own.

She pulled her lightsaber from the sleeve in her jacket, but kept it hidden up her sleeve, as she slid along the edge of the building before ducking around the corner of the door. Not that she knew what was going on, but it was definitely exciting. Nearly as much as a race, but perhaps with broader ramifications. She'd never been part of a coup before or if this was what this was. They didn't seem to be going for the government.

A corporate takeover? Either way, she wanted to know what was going on.

 

[Eldin Daine]

He found himself on the edge of the crowd, his back against the wall, as they surged forward, and the noise was deafening. He was standing next to a drink vending machine black and red filled to the brim with Coci Cola. Eldin dropped in the credits wanting for the bottle to drop, he had taken a liking to his sugary soda, when his hololink wrist commlink, manufactured by Corellia Digital, beeped, twice. He had ‘acquired’ it off the dead body of a dead beat back on Nar Shaddaa. Now done with the shameless product placement, Eldin looked at the message with darting eyes.

FOLLOW ME

No name no nothin’. But the tingling running down his spine told him the author, as he darting eyes returned to the kid. He let out a long sigh, who could the kid possibly want with him? Surely, he didn’t think Eldin was interesting in furthering whatever his political agenda was. Exactly how many political agenda’s can the galaxy take, surely there is enough already and each one as corrupt and self-centred as the next.

“Ah shee-it”, he pushed off the wall and pushed his way through the crowd toward the kid, curiosity got the better of him, and beside there might be some coin in this after all. There was no harm in hearing the kid out, and if he didn’t like what he heard, Eldin could leave. It was a simple plan, they generally are the better ones.

Stepping over the body of a dead riot droid, “Exactly where are we goin’?”, he asked approaching the kid, “and why”.

Kida Tillian | Loske Treicolt | The Fool | Cole Merrill | Djorn Bline | Elias Warian ​

 

[Djorn Bline]

“Hey back,” he said back to Loske with a grin on his face, his face being polar opposite to the roaring and angry rebellious scum around him. “Don’t worry about the toes, I’m sure these heavy duty boots are made for being stepped on. Be a shame if not, since I jacked them off from a thug.”

He looked around the crowd that seemed to engulf him and her, the crowd getting wilder and more chaotic. And to imagine carrying a lifestyle like this? Someone was bound to get hurt.

“Hey, what’s the whole big deal outta this thing. You know what they’re saying out loud? I can barely understand them.”

Despite it being chaotic this was a good group to try and be a part of, and gather intel from it. They worked in cells despite being uniformed, making it somewhat difficult for him to be part of these cells and pretend to fight for the so-called “good fight”. These people were just self destruction, always finding the next thing to destroy that was already in order and balanced.

Miserable people.

Loske Treicolt Cole Merrill

 

[Loske Treicolt]

There was vague disbelief to the amused shake of her head. There was a certain serendipity to seeing Djorn Bline randomly in Outer Rim space again. It was an expansive region, and random run-ins were few and far between. "No," she admitted "I have no idea what's going on." She looked around and gave a pat to her back pocket, making sure nobody had liberated her hydrospanner to use it as a riot weapon. It was still there. With a shrug, she emphasized her ignorance. "I was just here to fix up S.S. Bruno over there," she pointed over his shoulder to the little ship in the distance which was pretty well out of eye sight right now, but the gesture would indicate she had some sort of transport waiting in the landing pads. "Then I saw the screens, and then this crowd--" and then another shrug. An excellent story teller.

There was a buzz from her pocket, and she reached inside her jacket to retrieve her datapad while Frank rocked side to side, indicating that he too had received the message. If Loske hadn't felt the vibration, he was at the ready to notify her there was someone wanting to get in touch. The datapad evidenced from her pocket, and she fumbled it a bit while someone behind her bumped her square between the shoulders. After a bit of a finger dance to make sure it didn't fall, she discerned the message. An ambiguous come-hither from that Cole Merrill fellow.

"Uhm.." She looked around. It seemed the rally leader was disappearing behind the doorway. This seemed like a discreet motion. Concealing the datapad once more to her pocket, she looked down to Frank, and back up to Djorn. Giving enough time for him to check any communication device if he'd also received such an enigmatic invitation.

 

[Cei Kyros]

"Glad you could make it," Cole grinned at Eldin Daine . There was no trace of his broken Outer Rim creole, "Where the hell you think we're going? To rob the place, of course."

He wasn't no saint. Making the galaxy better was a noble intention but resistances needed drinking money. So far this place looked abandoned but Merrill knew there would be more riot droids and maybe even corporate security further in. A snap of his fingers was enough to somehow short out every holocam within visual range accompanied by violent showers of sparks.

"Try and march that posse in here and things are liable to end up bloody," he grunted out a further explanation, attempting to force open a sealed bulkhead door by hand, "Sure make one hell of a distraction though. Once the company goons are taken care of we ride out as heroes of the Cause."

Cole sensed movement out of the corner of his eye and in a flash the salvaged quarterstaff he carried as his only weapon was brandished against the throat of Kida Tillian. A wild look blazed in his eyes for a heartbeat but his face slowly softened when he saw the new arrival didn't have much of a Core look about her.

"Another patriot."

Where was the girl? Loske Treicolt had seemed like such a sure thing. He was usually a good judge of character. No plan survived contact with the enemy however and factors like Djorn Bline or The Fool weren't exactly something Merrill had accounted for. There was no choice but to press on and hope she caught up.

 

[Elias Warian]

As Elias walked through the crowd of people he received a message on his follow watch.

FOLLOW ME

Elias was suprised Cole Merrill managed to even send the message to him but nevertheless decided to proceed to follow Cole moving towards the building and soon arriving at the entrance where he would encounter Cole Merrill and other individuals.

"So Cole Merrill is it? What brings us here to this Corporate Building" Elias asked upon meeting Cole.

Meanwhile, in a building not that far James Cerensp watched as Cole Merrill entered the building and as Elias only followd him. From what he knew given that this was a Corporate owned building , James knew things would not go well given Merrill's Anti-Corporate and Anti-Core Sentiment. Hopefully Elias would stick to the mission and provide the DIB with enough Intel on Cole Merrill.

 

[Eldin Daine]

Well, he wasn’t expecting that. Rob the place? A distraction is a good plan, but not sure if this plan was thought out well enough for Eldin liking, rallying large crowds can also bring down unwanted attention on everyone. Besides, who are the hell are they robbing? Eldin knew nothing of this place let alone any of the businesses or politics or corporations.

He didn’t mind liberating funds from people that would not miss them, but if this kid was stealing from people lesser better off than himself, Eldin was out of this. This kid could be anyone, a plant set to trap the likes of Eldin, willing to just simply go along with a theft. And the same could be said for Eldin. As far as this Merrill kid was concerned Eldin was also a complete stranger.

“I don’t even know ya name kid, and ya want me to partner up with ya on a job”, he stood as he stopped with hands casually on his hips. “Ya always operate like this? .. gonna get ya killed one day”. This kid was either not right in the head, or he had a more developed plan he was not willing to tell.

So, curiosity got the better of Eldin, and he decided to give the kid some time, a chance, and if things turned against him, he could bail. There seemed to be movement in the crowd as another joined this growing group. Cole Merrill, now he had a name to put the face of the Kid. Not a name Eldin was familiar with although it did ring a distant bell. Maybe the kid was wanted, seen the name pop up on the bounty boards but Eldin didn’t frequent them enough to be sure.

His hands shifted from his hips and crossed over his chest, lets see what this Cole has to say.

Elias Warian | Cole Merrill | Loske Treicolt | Djorn Bline | The Fool | Kida Tillian​

 

[Kida Tillian]

Kida stopped as a crude quarterstaff swung towards her. She raised an eyebrow at the man who brandished it, before his face softened. She crossed her arms and tilted her head. "Kida Tillian. Heard we were pushing the Core out of our business. Didn't realize that was the same as robbing. What's the plan here? And who runs this thing?"

She wasn't scared of a quarterstaff. Not when she had a lightsaber hidden in her jacket. But, it didn't look like she was going to need it yet, which was good. Last thing she needed was drawing more attention to herself in these events. It would get her uncle or somebody sent after her, potentially, and then she would have to go home until they considered her mature enough to travel again. Mature enough and subtle enough. That was what she didn't want.

 

[Djorn Bline]

No message was forward to him and his hands didn’t bother to move to grab comlink. The rally was getting more vibrant and violent by the passing minute, and its leader seemed to have disappear. Seems like both he and Loske were out of the loop, both trying to figure out this chaos. He was surprised to see the crowd not making their “protest” into a violent riot, even though it seems to be nearing that point.

There was a look of confusion and intrigue on her face as she reached for her datapad and looked at it. Her eyes went on him and silence, well not really any literal silence, but a few seconds passed by without dialogue or any movement.

“You okay? Is something going on?” trying to not make it awkward between them. He was concerned for her, those eyes trying to say something.

What exactly was going on?

Loske Treicolt Cole Merrill Kida Tillian Eldin Daine Elias Warian The Fool