Rise Above My Station [Commenor]

[Kendall Ginn]

Commenor: Waiting Room​

Kendall flicked through a small stack of papers and folders that was sat on his lap. The only labeling being a crudely written "Kwenn" on the front. Damn, he should've put more effort into the ascetic. Looking around he saw a few other people waiting in the room, no one he could note, but of course that's what the room is meant for. Non-noteworthy people waiting to see the Queen, or more likely one of her associates. Kendall had already put the meeting in place with Lady Kay, and was expecting a direct audience. After informing the woman at the front desk news of his arrival was sent up to whoever knows where, and now he is simply waiting to be called up.

Looking at the secretary Kendall noticed how low traffic the desk was, and certainly she had noticed too as she was reclined in her chair tapping her finger on the desk. Suddenly after visual realization of the tapping Kendall began to hear it. *tap* *tap* *tap* For no discernible reason it had suddenly become the most infuriating sound in the galaxy. He shook his head and looked back down at the papers in his lap. Why didn't he print out a label? It would be easy, but no he just wrote it out like some marker wielding cretin. Impressions are everything, and this was the most important day of his life to make a good impression. He reached for the drink he had gotten from a local vendor, and took a slow drink to distract himself. How long would it be? The place didn't seem to busy, then again it could have been no time at all, since Kendall refused to check the time in the belief it would move slower when he watched it. He looked at the papers again.

*tap* *tap* *tap* *tap* *CRUNCH* Kendall snapped to attention as a small amount of liquid from his now crushed drink splashed onto his sleeve. He slowly put it down and caught the man closest to him staring at the strange occurrence. He stared back intently, forcing the other man to look away uncomfortably. 'Just a tick, prick.' Kendall thought to himself and chuckled for winning that encounter. He sighs, waiting to be called up.

"Should've printed a label." He says quietly.

 

[Ardgal Raxis]

Mandalorians were everywhere since the fall of the clans. A scattered, then united people were scattered once more. The Manda'lore had done good about uniting them again.. but still, there were many who had not headed the call to return home. Even then, there weren't many galactic citizens who knew that much about the Mandalorian state of the union or even cared. One T-shaped visor was as good as the next. And in cantinas on space stations like the Kwenn station, the old gam was the best camouflage.

And so Ardgal sat, clad in his armor, in the booth. To the rest of the world he looked like nothing more than another mercenary for hire. Beside him sat Virgil, also from head to foot clad in her armor. The music blared around them with a dysfunctional, barely tolerable cacophony of chaos. Ardgal knew he was more war machine than human since his working over, but he would hardly call that music.

"I hope your friend is good for the credits," Virgil said through their comm, her words as stiff as her spine.

He barely tilted his head towards her in acknowledgement. All though his helmet came with a 360 view, he preferred to give other hostile beings the knowledge that he was watching them, just in case they got any dumb ideas.

"I am sure he will be," he said with an even tone, "If we don't hear word within the next 45, we move out. If any trouble brews, we can just try to not make any waves."

"Trouble at your seven," Virgil said, her fingers flinching just a noticable amount on her side arm.

"I read you," he said without moving. He examined the Rodiens in the corner she was talking about, "Gangsters. They shouldn't do us any harm."

"When the shooting starts they will be the first to fire on us," Virgil said ominously.

"Leave them to me."

"I hate it when you say that."

[member="Stardust Raxis"] [member="Kendall Ginn"]

 

[Kay-Larr]

[member="Kendall Ginn"] didn't have to wait too much longer. The secretary noticed a message come across her datapad while she had busied herself with filing her nails. "The Queen is ready for you now, Mister...Ginn" She gestured towards the door on the west corner of the room.

Once inside, Kendall would find Kay sitting at her desk, datapad on top and a cup of tea in her hand. She was dressed in a simple black gown, interlaced with silver. A small tiara rested on her head and contacts covered the corruption in her eyes.

"Please come in and sit. Welcome again to Commenor. I trust you've been well?"

 

[Kendall Ginn]

Kendall quickly entered the room seeing the Queen at her desk, dressed far nicer than he could hope to be. The best Kendall could manage was a clean white button up under his green jacket, as he entered the Queen greeted him, and he promptly responded. "Indeed I have, yourself?" As she responded he moved forward toward the seat across from her. "I must say it is relieving that you remember me after out brief encounter. Pertaining to that encounter I have come with a proposal." Kendall lays the small pile of papers on the edge of the desk as he takes his seat. Giving the Queen one of his token smiles Kendall settled and prepared to negotiate.

[member="Lady Kay"]



Kwenn Station Cantina:

Bordley shuffled nervously at his booth in the cantina, the Twi'lek wasn't an excessively impressive physical specimen when in comparison to his crewmates, and everyday he plotted against the captain made him more and more scared of his peers. He'd met Kendall on an escort of spice going through Drogheda, something about him struck Bordley, a sense that grew stronger as Kendall approached him with the idea of mutiny. Today was the day that the Weequay's guys would approach Bordley. He knew the plan, and that it was today, but that's all, so Bordley briefly looked around the room before sinking deeper into his drink.

[member="Ardgal Raxis"]

 

[Stardust Solus Skirae]

[member="Ardgal Raxis"]
Cantinas, star was so familiar with these but each one looked different...each one had a different group of people be it thugs, simple people for a drink, business people that do not so legal business and those that are here for the dead end they have reached.

Stardust sat across the room, [member="Ardgal Raxis"] in her sight as she idly sat back looking bored, though none would see the bored expression through the darkened visor from her helmet. Her head only moved a little as she waited...definitly was a dangerous job but had oh so many different ways it could go...this job was for some...ginn...guy...either way it was something to do that would allow her closer to her former family and friends who of which she had grown distant from...

 

[Thraxis]

The sound of music in unison with footsteps tapped along the ground, marching along to the beats of war as a man clad in armour as dark as the depths of the dark holes themselves traversed the bustling halls of Lady Kay's palace. A single blade drawing an etching cry of pain and woe as Thraxis approached the meeting room. He had just gotten off this molehill of a planet. Just finished dealing with some raiders who dared to press on to the Farthest edge of his realm, which was quite small in the grand scheme of things and quite a distance away from Commenor.

It showed as well, draped across his armour specks of green viscous blood dripped at the corners of his attire, his head cocked back as over one arm a large Akk Dog was left paralysed, crystallised eyes penetrating a gaze at all who looked, clearly paralysed but not unconscious. Thraxis mosied through to the doors of the waiting room, his Duffel bag draped over as he placed the creature on the floor, unmoving but ready to rampage if given the chance. Drawn out betwixt his fingers a long brown cigar rested, a Blaster in the other as he shot the tip of the thing, a spiral of flames dancing at the tip as he passed it to the more metallic Gammorean that stood next to him, his Arg'Garok in hand as Thraxis looked up and down before sighing. "Take a Puff." He groaned, hoping he would get the message.

"But I don't smoke..." The Gammorean responded the thing was a size and a half of a Normal Gammorean, though lacked that amount of body parts. His face had been mauled beyond recognition, his jaw and teeth were made of a gold metallic substance, two large ivory tusks extending and almost blocking his eyesight and his fingers had been severed for long spindly claws, no thicker than a Beetles abdomen but far more powerful.

Thraxis let loose another sigh, pressing it into his mouth as he let loose a whisper, not wanting to spoil his entrance. "Breath in." The Gammorean looked with worried eyes as he glanced at his partner in crime, a shrug all that was given in response as the Metallic one took in a large breath, exhaling quickly as Thraxis quickly scooped it up, pressing the Cigar into his mouth as he slowly dropped down, his free hand Holding the bag of the Akk Dog.

'Boom' Banged the doors as he reeled his foot back, glaring at filing lady as her eyes dashed back and forth a tad bit taken aback. His mind rushed with thought as he realised his mistake, taking in a deep breath of the Cigar, its putrid stench filling his lungs as he broke into a coughing fit, "Son of a..." His plan of look like a badass had failed, though if it came to it he could always use the fireworks. Even if the label said Don't use indoors. "You there. Lady with the Menial job. I want to talk to Kay!" He demanded rather aggressively as he heard the whispers of conversation between Kay and some voice he had never heard. "Damnit... I spent all this time too..." He grumbled, still holding the cigar in his hand his finger pointed to the Doors, the Gammorean Duos quickly pressing up against them as to make sure it didn't come crashing back in his face. He had no intention of moving from this spot until he dealt with his business.
[member="Lady Kay"] | [member="Stardust Raxis"] | [member="Ardgal Raxis"] | [member="Kendall Ginn"]

 

[WolfMortum]

Far from the City, further up in the hills overlooking Chasin Valley, Veiere stood alongside Cillian as they looked to the Vagabond. With the time on their hands of late, the two had set about to working around the estate, clearing out some of the tree's over the few weeks to make way for a new landing bay fit for a vessel the size of the freighter. Private contractors from the capital had been paid well with the credits that Veiere had come into since his time on Ession and as the place had been left with very little maintenance, all the work they'd achieved since being back had made the grounds look near brand-new. Cillian himself looked especially proud of the vessel sitting on the new station, her outer hull had been given a new gloss, the polish shining her up brilliantly.

All in all, the quiet life was suiting Veiere well. In the hills here he had few of the worries of the past, what with Kay resembling some form of her old self, Veiere had persevered despite her initial refusal to work with him, helping her to regain some of the memories that her former Master had taken from here. With she still very much in his life, his focus had turned to home, of which few bothered to traverse such heights of the mountain, the path leading up their now being private property designated such by an official within the Royal palace, under the Queen's sanction he was now the legal proprietor. The past still weighed over him though Veiere was learning to come to terms with it all, he had chosen a different way for himself seeking the pacifist life. Never to take the fight to another least they force him into retaliation, it was the path that the senate had not desired, so fresh was the reminder of Atrisia that they sought retribution where Veiere had seen the promise of peace, it was why he had agreed to begin with, what form of leadership they'd find under the boy, Veiere did not know but since his decision to walk away, they had cut all contact in order to preserve the political image of governance there. He had not argued, politics was a complicated game with so many cloak and dagger types looking to fill their pockets, Veiere was in the end, glad to be returning home to his woman and the world that he had come to think of as home again. He hadn't looked to any such world in such a way since Svivren.

[member="Thraxis"] | [member="Stardust Raxis"] | [member="Kendall Ginn"] | [member="Lady Kay"] | [member="Ardgal Raxis"]

 

[Kay-Larr]

Kay gave [member="Kendall Ginn"] a polite nod of the head as he sat down. "I have been well, thank you." There was no need to go into details of the events that had occurred since their last meeting. Not everyone needed to know and she was a very private person. "What proposal do you have in mind?" No doubt it was business related. Such meetings like this usually fell in that category. He wasn't a resident, so it wasn't as though he had wanted her to settle some sort of dispute.

And then she heard him. The voice of [member="Thraxis"] was very distinct. She knew it well. Just as [member="Veiere Arenais"] was kept in her life, so too was the Jackal. Most of the time he was her enemy, but now she kept him on her payroll. His skills had uses for her.

Kay sighed at the interuption. "Please...excuse me for a moment..." She got up from her desk and walked around to the door, opening it with an unamused look on her face. "What's so urgent Thraxis? I'm in the middle of a meeting."

 

[Bradshaw Ku]

Bradshaw Ku zipped between trees and rocky outcroppings. Only just missing most. The speeder bike’s throttle pushed nearly to the max as his jacket whipped behind him, slapping wildly against his back, the resistance threatening to pull him off the speeder at any moment. It was more exciting that way. The signature high pitched growl of the bike echoed against the hills on which he was now ascending, far away from Chasin City. The power and speed in his control felt like a rainstorm in the desert, having been too long away from any sort of piloting after re-joining the royal family. Ever since landing on Commenor and inexplicably becoming the queen’s, his adopted mother’s, personal pilot, he’d done very little piloting, in fact, he hadn’t even seen the ship or ships she used for travel. Who knew being [member="Lady Kay"]’s pilot would mean so little flying?

He didn’t think of such things now, however, he was too busy having more fun on Commenor than he’d had since he almost picked up that hottie at the Hydraulic Arm, a sad bar to set, indeed, considering he’d been interrupted by a meeting summons before he could close the deal.

Maybe he should’ve been training today, but he needed a breather from all that hard work and seriousness, much of it with the Head of Security [member="Darlyn Excron"]. Old habits die hard, but it was training he hoped, no, knew, would soon make him powerful enough to destroy those despicable souls against which he’d sworn vengeance – Masq, Darth Prazutis, and [member="Thraxis"]. Plus, if he completely opened the throttle, why couldn’t this be considered training?

Only two people had been told about his family ties, Darlyn and [member="Veiere Arenais"]. To the rest of the galaxy, he was just the queen's personal pilot. At least being the secret prince had some upside. Like not being trailed by security, who’d no doubt slow him down and cramp his style. After all, a security detail for a pilot, even the queen’s pilot, would’ve looked very suspicious, indeed. However, he did at least let security know that he’d be going to Veiere Arenais’ estate in the hills. Like all his lessons, that one was learned the hard way. He wasn’t going to Veiere’s to see Veiere, or at least, that was the excuse he told himself, he was going to get a closer look at the Vagabond. Naturally, the lifelong pilot took a keen interest in such things, not to mention, it sounded like a good excuse for borrowing, well, taking without asking, the speeder bike.

All work and no play makes Bradshaw a responsible boy… he didn’t want that.

He jerked the throttle violently, the bikes’ high-pitched whine roared as it lurched forward. Trees became mere landscape impressions, barely images before dissolving into other blurs that were, themselves, quickly replaced. He was steering purely with the instincts gained through fifteen years of piloting experience and whatever the force offered him. No time for silly things like thinking.

Suddenly, he banked the speeder to the right, cutting the throttle, his right knee hovering only inches from the ground. The back end of the bike banged against a tree, sending the vehicle spinning in the opposite direction and nearly throwing him form the seat. Fortunately, he held on long enough to bring it to a sliding, shrieking, halt.

After dismounting, a little shakily at first, he walked casually toward the Vagabond and the two figures standing in front. “Hey pops,” he called out sarcastically, lifting his goggles to rest atop his head, “you can’t keep a pretty lady like that to yourself forever. Do a lonely fella a favor and introduce me, would ya?”

| [member="Kendall Ginn"] | [member="Ardgal Raxis"] | [member="Stardust Raxis"] |

 

[Kendall Ginn]

"of Course" Kendall sat still, facing forward as Kay got up and went to the door. Kendall could hear someone obnoxiously requesting an audience, and due to Kay's immediate attempt to deal with the situation it wasn't just some rando. Hearing the name Thraxis Kendall perked up to listen in to the conversation. He'd heard the name before, and it's always important to know who those you work with are associated with. He turned slightly to eavesdrop, lets see what this rude interlude will lead to. However Kendall also didn't have a surplus of time to get his assistance, He began to flick through the files he had and picked out some choice information.

[member="Lady Kay"] , [member="Thraxis"]

 

[Ardgal Raxis]

A brief Glimmer of what the man would have defined as humor in a past life flicked through his mind. He half-grinned under his helmet before something caught his attention out of the corner of his eye. Facial recognition software installed in his implants identified the male Twe'lik as their contact, filed under Bordley.

[Yeah I saw him], Virgil said, as if answering her cousin's thoughts. It was unnerving the way she could do that. But Ardgal supposed once you had your soul stripped from you and you were nothing, you came to identify with the others like you on a deeper level than others could ever really know. [He matches, go make contact, I will cover from here.]

[Good call,] Ardgal said barely shifting his weight. His helmet, like the rest of his power armor, was connected to his implants and was almost like an extension of his body. With a quick thought he ran the HUD of his helmet through a weapons test. They were all ready to go.

[Hold up,] Virgil said, halting him, [Green female. Been eyeballing you too long.] She paused, [Records hold her as vod status.] Virgil inclined her head slightly in curiosity, [Actions you want me to take on her?]

[Let it play,] the general said at last before pushing off to the bar. He was a mountain of a man who, as casually as this mountain could, walked to the bar and sat next to Bordley.

"Nice night for a fly," he said where the alien could hear him as Ardgal casually leaning on the bar. He turned his T-visor helmet toward the being after a moment, "But I have heard there might be some rough sailing around here lately. Any truth to that?"

[member="Kendall Ginn"] I [member="Stardust Raxis"]

 

[WolfMortum]

Veiere heard the roar of the speeder long before it had banked around the edge of the mountain and come into their view; He hadn't been expecting anyone and Kay had only been there recently thus unless she'd forgotten something vital, he didn't expect it to be her. Cillian turned alongside him, the younger male's hand moving to his belt of which held his blaster pistol at the ready, not pulling it from it's holster though ensuring it wouldn't take him long, he glanced to Veiere as if to seek confirmation only to find the former Jedi shaking his head and waving him off dismissively. Whether [member="Bradshaw Ku"] was hiding his force sensitivity or otherwise, the boy still held a unique presence to himself, as all sentience did. Having had few chances to introduce themselves and try to break the ice between them, Veiere had made certain to be able to recognize the lads presence in any case that it might benefit either of them, he also hoped that the young man wouldn't be trying to sneak off with any of his possessions without first asking; Kay had mentioned something about him being a little loose around the white collar, Otherwise known as being one lacking formality, though she'd never say such against her son, it was the impression he had been given either way.

“Hey pops, you can’t keep a pretty lady like that to yourself forever. Do a lonely fella a favor and introduce me, would ya?”

Bradshaw certainly had a way with words, going out of his way to say hello to the pair whilst also making his intentions blatantly clear. Beside him, Cillian chuckled quietly under his breath, nudging Veiere with a closed fist to the shoulder before nodding then to Bradshaw and leaving the two to be. Veiere wasn't entirely sure how he felt about being called 'Pops' but he supposed that if it made this transition for Brad' any easier than in the long run what did it really matter. Frustrating as it might be, as old as it might have made him feel, he supposed his generation wasn't exactly in the apex of life anymore. "I don't suppose your Mother knows you're up here?" Veiere questioned him gingerly, Bradshaw's little family secret gave him ample advantages, one of said being time on his hands yet Kay could've sent him this way for all Veiere knew. Before Bradshaw could answer however Veiere gave him a resigning nod as if to gesture the question rhetorical, a slight smirk taking to the left side of his mouth in a moment of casual and silent banter before turning to glance to the private freighter, turned political yacht. "She's a Sekallien Runner, built by the Inquisition Industries formerly out of the Republic...". [member="Lady Kay"] had pulled him back into the Republic though at the heart of the Government the Jedi Order had always backed them for their practice of Diplomacy, it had been a hard void to fill when it had all caved in on them.

Gesturing for Bradshaw to follow, Veiere turned and moved back towards the underside of the vessel, to which he trigged the landing ramp to descend through the use of the Force, specifically telepathy, his right hand giving a subtle wave as his eyes searched the hull, as if he were looking directly through the quadrainium shell. "The Defensive Capabilities aren't standard though they're not top of the line either, I asked the manufacturer to prioritize maneuverability and comfort rather than play house to a flying fortress. The craft was made specifically for me, and then they put others across the line after its success...", this was admittedly one of Veiere's more favored possessions known for it's housing of many diplomats over the years, far different from the StarDestroyer of which he used to command, this smaller vessel seemed to accommodate a very unusually spacious interior, the walls lined with cushioned seats, an interior bar and three rooms decked out in the style of private quarters, no crew bunks but full on beds with the appropriate decor.

"Naturally, Cillian's the pilot...-Though I've picked up a few things from time to time..." Veiere slowly turned to glance back to Bradshaw curiously, "I also hear you're Kay's new pilot...? Is Terrac not still around?".

[member="Thraxis"] | [member="Stardust Raxis"] | [member="Kendall Ginn"] | [member="Ardgal Raxis"]

 

[Thraxis]

Well, it seemed time was not on his side. He had planned to run through his mind the little speech a few more times but with Kay's sudden urgency he had to scrap the formalities and get straight to the point. He wasn't the kind of man to stick around in this crap hole of a planet for too long. With the tapping of feet, he and his Gammoreans stood no more than a foot distance from Kay, the Akk Dog starting to mince and claw at his rope as Thraxis hands struggled to hold onto the strings.

A finger pressed down on a small button, a sudden wave of shocking electricity filled the air, the room flashing black and gold for a few seconds before the Akk dog let loose a whimper, properly held in its place as Thraxis eyes glared daggers at Kay's. "Simple. A warning." His tone cracked cold and blunt, his eyes crystallising into a more dead like state as he ran through his mind.

He had spent thousands, almost teetering on the millions to crack Kay. And not just physically. Every part of her, he wanted to break her emotions, he wanted to break her will, hell he wanted to break even the culture that surrounded her. And with that, it could all be neatly packaged into one, small dose. A child. Not biological, unfortunately from what DNA samples he had taken back in the Mental Institution, she didn't seem capable of giving birth. Or she had gone through Menopause.

He paced a step closer, his lips close to her ear as he didn't want to blow the surprise. "A child is here. I don't know what they look like. It has been many years since I caught a glimpse." His words twisted with delight, a step ahead. That is what a villain always had to be. If he was a step behind, then he wasn't ever going to be a rightful one. "But I warn you now. You better keep them hidden. Because if I find them." He paused, taking a step back, leaving her in suspense. It was better to let her mind run wild with thought as to what it could be. Instead, he turned around, his business was finished here. Maybe he would go and grab a bite to eat, get a drink. Or not. Depending all on Kay's next actions.
[member="Veiere Arenais"] | [member="Ardgal Raxis"] | [member="Kendall Ginn"]
[member="Lady Kay"] | Stardust Raxis

 

[Darlyn Excron]

[member="Kendall Ginn"] was quite the polite visitor, to be honest. Not a fuss, not a big ruckus, nothing worth sending word to the Head of Security during his training session with several of the guardsmen. But it was the arrival of [member="Thraxis"] that caught a young guard's attention, who slipped away and ran to the training hall to alert the Head. Naturally, Darlyn was sparring with three of the top ranked guardsmen (judging by their reviews, of course), using his lightsabers on training settings against practice vibroblades. It was, actually quite the fair fight all things considered. Each guardsmen worked to advance on him whilst the others provided cover, working as a unit.

Of course, in the end they weren't as experienced, and it was rather easy for Darlyn to become unorthodox even considering the training. Swiftly shifting from one style of combat to another, Darlyn spun about, 'cutting down' the opposition as the notice to move arrived. A sigh came from the man's lips as he straightened up, ordering the three into uniform and the young guard to collect another two. Seven was a good number, after all.

Slipping into his black robes, and donning his cape of a cloak, Darlyn strode down the halls with three guards on either side of him. This.. disturbance to [member="Lady Kay"]'s peaceful day had quite a reputation, it seemed, given how he entered. Dramatic, violent, angry. If he didn't know any better he'd think Thraxis was a man after his own heart. Even were it true, though, Darlyn had a job to do, and seven armed guards would be quite an indicator of his seriousness.

Stepping into the lobby where Thraxis, and by extension Kay, was standing, the three guards fanned out slightly as Darlyn took stock. Pigs, a man with quite the attire, and a Akk-dog. Well, they had a theatrical entrance at least. The darkside fueled ginger glanced them over again, before speaking rather clearly over the ambient noise. "So, who do I get to arrest, maim, dismember, interrogate, and or execute today? I'm not exactly enthused to be working today and not feeling very patient." And the swirling, amplifying darkness on his hip certainly wasn't helping.

[member="Veiere Arenais"] [member="Ardgal Raxis"] [member="Bradshaw Ku"] [member="Stardust Raxis"]

 

[Stardust Solus Skirae]

[member="Ardgal Raxis"]

She watched him move, she looked over to Virgil and stood as she walked over to her and sat down slowly as she spoke

not a bad day for a drink huh? Especially with my vod

She said as she looked over removing her helmet, the back opening up allowing the lekku to come out before she removed the helmet fully and rolled her neck and leaned in to whisper

they said I'd have two others here with me in guessing you the two...names stardust raxis riidur to gray raxis pleasure to meet ya

She said then looked forward to observe

 

[Bradshaw Ku]

The other man standing next to [member="Veiere Arenais"] jabbed his shoulder before leaving them alone. With a smirk, Bradshaw noted Veiere’s rhetorical question concerning whether [member="Lady Kay"] knew he was up here. She didn’t, at least as long as Palace Security hadn’t deemed it important enough to tell her of such trivial things. Of course, he thought most of the matters they concerned themselves with were rather trivial. So, who knew? Maybe [member="Darlyn Excron"] had implanted a tracking devise somewhere under his skin while he was sleeping and had been documenting his whereabouts for days? Maybe he had a big folder with Bradshaw’s Bowel Movements in bold lettering on the front? He mused humorously to himself.

Bradshaw followed Veiere’s gesture. The landing ramp descended almost magically. Walking up to the craft, he listened to Veiere’s explanation with more focus than he gave most people most of the time. He let out an approving whistle, admiring the freighter’s impeccable glossy hull while his hand ran along the smooth exterior. It didn’t look like Veiere had used it at all. It looked brand new. Especially to him. He’d hardly ever flown anything this polished in his life, with most of the crafts he was hired to fly usually looking like they were on the verge of disintegrating at the first sign of a stiff breeze. The military ships always looked the worse for ware, even when they were the last thing you’d want to look like they might fall apart at any moment. Like most, he’d just been a number to whatever organization or military he served. If a fighter exploded, it only meant more money had to be spent to build another. Who happened to be inside rarely mattered.

He guessed Cillian was the man who left, when Veiere said he was the pilot. He didn’t know who Terrac was, though. “Yeah, I’m her pilot now. Might as well just be a pretty face for how much piloting I’ve done,” he said looking back over his shoulder before turning around to face Veiere, “I have no idea who Terrac is, so I’m guessing he’s not still around, or else he’s been secretly piloting the Queen while I’ve been left as grounded as a garden ornament.” He smiled, while also secretly hoping that wasn’t the case.

Then, he dashed up the ramp, “Let’s get her moving, she’s a waste on the ground,” he exclaimed with real enthusiasm, “Maybe you can even show me what you know... of course, I’ll be doing most of the flying,” he paused, “You know, for safety reasons...”


| [member="Stardust Raxis"] | [member="Thraxis"] | [member="Ardgal Raxis"] | [member="Kendall Ginn"] |

 

[Kay-Larr]

Kay didn't move as [member="Thraxis"] approached. At first she had figured that he was just here to take issue with the lack of people that he's had to catch lately, given that the people of Commenor were now growing more accustomed to her rule, especially now that she had mellowed out some, the efforts of [member="Veiere Arenais"] , [member="Victor Tesla"] and [member="Atheus"] helping her greatly. It wasn't until the Akk dog was shocked into submission that a cold chill ran down her spine. A new game had started.

She stared straight ahead as Thraxis stepped even closer, speaking into her ear. His words about [member="Bradshaw Ku"] were the last that she had wanted to hear. How did he know? Was he spying on her? And yet, he could be hearing only rumours. He said child, not son. Perhaps he was fishing for confirmation of his suspicions.

As he stepped back, she kept a blank look on her face, not wanting to confirm nor deny anything to him. Kay couldn't let Thraxis get a hold of Brad. The torture that he would do....and if she was unable to stop it...the very idea was too much. She would lose it then and probably rip Thraxis limb from limb with her bare hands. But in killing him, Thraxis would be the winner of their complex game of wits.

She looked to [member="Darlyn Excron"] as he approached. "Have my office and chambers, even the throne room and mess hall checked for bugs. I want to know if anyone's listening." The check of her office would have to wait as she was conducting meetings at the moment, but they could be done afterwards.

Kay took a few deep breaths, composing herself before she turned around and closed the door behind her, looking to [member="Kendall Ginn"] with a small smile before she returned to her desk. "Sorry about that. Now where were we? You had a proposal?"

[member="Ardgal Raxis"] [member="Stardust Raxis"]

 

[Kendall Ginn]

As Kay shut the door behind he Kendall looked at her inquisitively. "Bugs? Hopefully not something I should be concerned with." Kendall shifted in his seat clasping his hands together. "Additionally, Thraxis, though I'm not personally familiar, doesn't seem like a name I'd expect to associate with yours." He picked up the pile of papers, pulling out pictures of the station. "More importantly though, I need manpower to capture a station, a station that could do wonders for Commenor's, and dare I say the whole regions economy." He attempted to begin with a quick summary to arise interest, but decided to pause once again to allow Kay to raise any immediate questions.


Kwenn Station:

Bordley lightly glanced at the man who sat next to him at the bar, though it didn't reveal much past the mandolorian helmet. However, Bordley recognized that it wasn't a regular patron, turning a slight bit more Bordley responded."Always rough 'round here. Depends what brings you to this place. Seems to me like we're getting some new customers lately, you know any truth to that?" Bordley had a wager that this was his contact, if it wasn't he could write that line off as pointing out that they haven't had many Mandos before. If it is his guy then hopefully he'll catch on. The bartender was across the bar, and there was too much ruckus to be concerned with other pirates hearing them. Bordley's crew was scattered about the station, most likely as nervous as he is. He dives back into the drink as the stranger responds.

[member="Lady Kay"] , [member="Stardust Raxis"] , [member="Ardgal Raxis"]

 

[Kay-Larr]

Kay shook her head at [member="Kendall Ginn"] wondering if he had anything to worry about. " [member="Thraxis"] is...an old rival. His actions and his schemes tend to not not involve many others, so you needn't worry. He doesn't play politics."

She picked up her tea and had a sip, very much needing it's calming effects. Though she had to do her best to focus on the meeting at hand.

A brow was raised as Kendall gave a tease of information regarding capturing a station and of it being good for Commenor's economy. "Oh? Tell me more about this station, please. And how much manpower do you require?"

 

[Darlyn Excron]

No one then... a shame. An arrest and subsequent interrogation would've done wonders to relieve Darlyn's anger and frustrations... all the same he could handle it just fine. He turned to the guards, giving them their assignments to tear apart the throne room and [member="Lady Kay"]'s chambers if need be. Of course he gave the latter to her female guards, lest she find important items missing, but there was no guarantee the room would be quite... clean when she returned. Or intact. He really did mean 'rip apart' if need be. As for himself? He waited outside her office doors, unable to hear her conversation with [member="Kendall Ginn"] but fully aware of any threat he might hold. The Force did wonders for being a guard, after all.

He hoped the man was foolish. The excitement for violence had grown, and he did hate having to send it out without reason. It scared the maidens off, and that certainly wouldn't do.

[member="Bradshaw Ku"] [member="Stardust Raxis"] [member="Thraxis"] [member="Veiere Arenais"] [member="Ardgal Raxis"]