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[Kahlil Noble]

War was coming.

Kahlil stared up at the evening sky of Zolan, staring out through the stars as if he could see outside the worlds atmosphere to the planets still lightyears away. The Alliance was trying to mobilize their armies for the wars they were going to have to face, and Kahlil was here specifically to help with that, in his own way. He didn't like the Senate, didn't like a good number of them and their choices, but he did agree that the Jedi were, as ever, representatives of the Alliance.

Perhaps they wouldn't like that he was out and about on the neutral worlds between the Alliance and the growing Mandalorian Enclave, but he didn't care for their opinions anyway.

He wasn't going to leave these worlds undefended. Or unprepared. A smile returned as he noticed his escort was staring. He shook his head at the incoming question. "I'm fine. Just distracted. How long will it be before I can speak with your representatives..?"

"You arrived quite late, Master Jedi. But they'll be ready for you in the morning. For now, we welcome you to spend the night in our local suite. The Hotel de Grande is our pride and joy of the city, at least for tourists anyway."

"That works fine, then."

OOC: I invite you to throw absolute chaos into this thread. Come to try and kill Kahlil, help him try to convince the locals of Zolan to stand alongside the Alliance as allies, invade the planet if you want. Let's make this a blast.

 

[Valery Noble]

Zolan

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Outfit: Factory Link | Wedding Ring
Appearance: Link
Weapons: Blasters | Lightsaber
Tag: Kahlil Noble

"A suite for two sounds nice."

Valery grinned and stepped by her husband's side to squeeze his hand. If he was going to visit local systems to try and talk to their representatives before things could escalate, she'd be there with him. She knew how difficult the senate could be, and she knew how big the threat of Mandalorians, Sith, and other dangerous factors in the Galaxy was. This was not the time to sit still and do nothing.

"I hope these people will be more receptive than the senate," Valery said once she turned to him, and away from the escort, who was helping them get this meeting.

"How do you feel about it?"

 

[Loomi]

Box
Tags: Kahlil Noble , Valery Noble

Loomi was a naturally curious girl. She couldn't help but pick up shiny objects she found on the street or stick her head into strange openings to see what may lie within. So when she found herself walking through the landing bay of the Jedi Temple and saw a rather large box, it was only inevitable that she went over and hoisted herself up to see what lie within. It was clothes mostly, all neatly organized for what seemed to be a trip of some kind.

Of course none of that mattered because, in her natural bout of clumsiness, Loomi fell in. Whenever the Godoan went to push on the top of the box to climb out and see if she couldn't hide somewhere to avoid any embarrassment, a second container had been placed on top. She was trapped.

The easy answer would have been to call out for help and get herself out of whoever's luggage she had found herself within, but she was ultimately far too nervous to do so. Instead she simply chose to wait there. It felt like a day had passed, all culminating in the removal of the box on top. Loomi was quick to scramble out of the box she had been trapped within, running past the staff of the Hotel de Grande and ultimately running out of the structure to find herself... Somewhere. It wasn't Coruscant, that was for sure.

This was bad. If she was found to have left the Temple without the approval or supervision of an adult she'd be in huge trouble. All of this stress and worry came to an abrupt escalation when she felt incoming vibrations, footsteps rippling out in the force. In the distance she could see the vague image of a rather large man with grey hair and and a shorter woman in a purple suit.

The Nobles. She'd be in huge trouble.

There was only one solution that she could find. Loomi dove awkwardly into the nearby bushes, quickly curling up in the hopes that she'd simply be passed by. She'd just need to wait it out then find a shuttle back to Coruscant.

She hadn't had detention yet. There was no way she was starting now.

 

[Arianna Belasko]

Wearing: The United's Epidermis

Armed with: Subverter's Blade (Red Saberstaff)

Arrived with:

Intercessor-Class Star Destroyers (4)

Hydra-Class Battle Carriers (2)

Interdictor-Class Cruiser (8)


Starfighters being used:

House Io A-Wing (Carrier Only, 10 Squadrons)

TIE/RET (Star Destroyers Only)

House Io Heavy Bomber (Carrier Only, 5 Squadrons)

Nuetralizer TIE Model 1 (Cruisers Only)


Personal Guard (Organic)

House Stormtroopers (10)

Stormtrooper Armament:

House Io Stormtrooper Rifle

Type 007 Swell Detonator (2 Each)


Personal Guard (Mechanical)


House Io Mercenaries (20)

Mercenary Armament: Automatic Civil Defense Laser Disruptor

Type 007 Thermal Detonator (2 Each)

Soldiers in House Io Powered Assault Suit : 7

Assault Suit Armament:

Stocker Concussion Rifles


Nuetralizer Model 3 (10)

Nuetralizer Armament:

DC-15N

Plasma Grenades (3 Each)

Objective: Gunboat Diplomacy


The House Fleet sent to Zolan immediately wasted no time setting up shop in orbit once they arrived, their weapons passively aimed at the surface.

The Leader of the Fleet, Countess Arianna Belasko, waited aboard a Sentinel Class Landing Shuttle in the pale silver catsuit of her Sith Self, The United, whose persona awaited only the right circumstances to trigger. The Squadrons had yet to deploy. The House had chosen a moderate but still impressive show of strength, having done the quiet thing and rebuild since the end of the Maw War.

Much had changed. There were still fiercely independent and vengeful, but struggle had taught them restraint. To know when to take and no give.

Zolan's Naval resistance was meager. The House could have smashed through it easily, yet chose not to.

Instead, Arianna had turned on the charm, a necklace of rubies draped around her neck as one of the planet's representatives addressed the humanoid abomination in the guise of a luxurious, pale fleshed woman with gold spun hair and ocean blue eyes, not looking a day over thirty. She had fed vigorously, more than usual to achieve this youthful appearance. The Clawdite, in formal magenta robes squinted at the smiling, too perfect Countess

"I am Representative Amada Chedi. For what purpose have you come to our world? Who are you?"

Arianna smiled.

"Representative Chedi." she began, with a low key seductive purr to her tone as she straightened out in her seat. "I am Countess Arianna Belasko. Of House Io."

Chedi blinked. "Last I recall, our people hadn't done anything to tick your Boss off. What gives?"

"Think of this as a social call. We have much to discuss! All I ask is an audience."

"And if we say no?"

Arianna chuckled, leaned back in her seat.

"Then I suppose I'd have to head back home...and take with me all these shiny Haysian Smelt coins I brought as a diplomatic gift for your soon to be beleaguered government." she answered in a faux-regretful tone.

Chedi seemed unimpressed. But he didn't need the fight in orbit. Plus, with the threat of invasion, a donation didn't hurt if it bought a rifle or two.

"We are discussing the situation with The Enclave in the morning. You and your personal guard or retinue will be allowed to land. No one else. Anything more than a single Landing craft's worth of personnel will be considered an act of war."

Arianna smiled. "Thank you, representative..."

The trip down had seen Arianna's shuttle accompanied by a multiple other vessels. Not enough to take a city, though the threat Arianna's fleet posed to the planet was definitely real. She landed along with a relatively small personal guard near the Hotel De Grande. She smirked as she entered the lobby, hearing a general alert about the fleet in orbit as she approached the front desk, sliding a half million credit stack across the counter.

"Your finest room, please..." The witch said with a benevolent yet mischievous tone that did not ease the desk clerk's terror in the slightest, not just because it was so out of place, but because he could have sworn he had seen the flesh on her pale carved marble features move and wriggle of its own accord for a split second.

He slid her the master suite key. She snatched it up, winked at him and proceeded to a turbolift.

"Hope you don't mind but my friends will be guarding the lobby." She called out as the lift door shut...


Loomi

Kahlil Noble

Valery Noble

 

[Kahlil Noble]

"Business, not pleasure."

Kahlil stared down at Valery for a moment after he spoke, then he chuckled and shook his head. "Not too much pleasure, anyway."

He couldn't help the grin, but it wasn't all fun for very long. Memories of the last senate meeting he attended already had his expression fall to an annoyed frown. This was, ultimately, an unaffiliated and neutral world. Their choices, what path they'd take, if the Mandalorians would even care to strike against them in the slightest, who knew what would happen next. Though it seemed someone else already had an interest.

"We'll find out, though.."

"Your finest room, please..."

Kahlil raised a hand, and unceremoniously pulled the key from the counter to his hand. House Io. This wasn't going to be anything good.

"That rooms already spoken for, you know."

Loomi | Valery Noble | Arianna Belasko

 

[Arianna Belasko]

Arianna didn't realize Kahlil Noble had snatched the key out of her hand until she was a floor up.
She stopped the lift and sent it back to the floor. When she got out, she showed no anger, as she understood it was a clear attempt to goad her. It was why she was here instead of her daughter. Laertia Io would have been ready to kill. She had rejuvenated her wrecked body, at the cost of her ability to withstand a slight. Arianna possessed no such weakness.

Arianna didn't even acknowledge Kahlil Noble or his wife and simply requested a new room. The terrified desk clerk agreed, and slid her a new card, and on receiving this one she opened her mouth to an unnatural degree and swallowed it in one disgusting looking gulp, using her hydrokinetic abilities to keep the moisture away from it. The Large Skeletal Model 3's had all eyes on the pair, just waiting to be given an order that wouldn't come.

As Arianna re-entered the lift, however, she finally did acknowledge the pair.

"You two lovebirds have a wonderful evening." she said flashing a mischievous smile at the duo as the lift closed, key still firmly in her gut.

Valery Noble

Loomi

 

[Nej Tane]

Thievery.

Didn't really hurt nobody, did it?
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Hotels were always good marks.

Always had good stuff.
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Lotsa stuff.

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Sure, Nej might have shacked up with the RTL for the time being. Sure, he might have said he wasn't going to do anymore stealing, but it wasn't really stealing when it was all insured, right?

(It was.)

Nej had a great plan for the luxurious planet, untouched by Alliance, RTL, Mandalorian, or any other big-governing body hands: steal some stuff. Especially from hotels. He was mostly after credits and raw jewelry. Jewelry wasn't as lucrative as people believed, at least, on one planet. You take a speederfull of jewelry to the port, get it hauled off-world, no cutting, no fencing, just re-selling to some other nobles who wanted fancy stuff.

It wasn't surprising when Nej learned a lot of jewelry sold to the well-to-do of the galaxy was stolen from some other well-to-do.

He saw his mark, as he waited in the lobby, hidden behind a large datapad displaying the entertainment news of the week. Apparently, the latest gossip was Darth Carnifex's new wardrobe selection, the who's-who of the Alliance, a conspiracy theorist column piece about a possible secret Galactic Alliance Senate meeting, another column defending the Mandalorian actions, another condemning. They even had a gossip column about the Perls- where are they now?

A cold half-million in credits slid across the hotel desk.

A cold. Half. Million. In. Credits.

Half. A Million.

One half. Of a million.

Now that- that was a mark.

He couldn't help but raise his eyebrow.​

 

[Zinayn]

Zinayn, Gray Jedi, took a seat in the hotel’s lobby. He’d heard news that two powerful Jedi were here, on Zolan, and the Chiss jumped at the opportunity to go. Especially since Zolan was a world on the fringe of the Mandalorian Enclave’s border. He could only hope there would be an invasion, and that the Jedi would be caught up in it and forced to fight. He couldn’t wait to feel the turmoil and emotions of battle again.

Zinayn frowned. Sitting across from him was a man reading a data pad, and he kept glancing towards the hotel clerk’s desk. Where a decent amount of credits were stacked. He reached out with the Force and was surprised to learn that there was a Sith, or at least a dark side presence, in the building.

And on top of that, the two Jedi he was seeking were standing right there in the lobby. What a lucky day. He would probably get to see the fight sooner than he expected.

Zinayn chuckled. He almost forgot the reason he probed through the Force. The man across from him. His presence was tainted, but not as evil as a dark sider. A thief or part of a criminal syndicate, then. Oh well. If he was thinking about stealing the credits on the desk, the Jedi would certainly stop him.

The Chiss leaned back in his seat as his heart started to race. He couldn’t wait to see the Jedi fight the Sith. He wanted the raw emotions that made him strong. Strong to keep the balance of the Force. Not too much light, and not too much dark. Gray. Like the Force was meant to be.

 

[Drego Ruus]

. They even had a gossip column about the Perls- where are they now?

The doors of the hotel swung open as a 6 foot mandalorian waltzed into the lobby, walking up to Nej Tane

"Nej Tane you're under arrest. You can come quietly or I can do it the fun way." He didn't have his shotgun drawn, he hoped the thief would come easy, but he secretly hoped he'd have the chance to use it.

 

[Nej Tane]

Nej turned his head, looking around when a giant Mandalorian came knocking.

"Who's Nej? Why are you threatening me?"

He put the datapad over his face, hiding in feigned cowardice. His hand slipped inside his jacket....

Drego Ruus

 

[Zinayn]

Zinayn stood up to address the Mando. "Excuse me. Could you two conduct your business outside please?"

Drego Ruus Nej Tane

 

[Abraham Crowe]

“I didn’t think male Chiss could use the force.” Abraham said, as he stood directly behind Zinayn . He had shrouded his presence in the force. Concealing it. It was pretty easy to do, hiding it behind much more powerful force signatures of the two fabled Noble Jedi, and the Countess’s own darkness.
Abraham had a habit of choosing to remain hidden until ready to make his move.
With a Mandalorian making an appearance, he felt he may have overplayed his hand. If a brawl was going to erupt, it would surely through a spanner into the works. He knew full well he couldn’t beat the Noble couple in a fight. They were living Legends.
To think Abraham had picked this world to lay low, and now these planet seemed anything but quiet.
“Bold move telling a Mandalorian what to do.” He whispered into the Chiss’s ear.

 

[Zinayn]

"Indeed it is. Then again, I am quite bold," Zinayn said calmly. "It is equally bold of you to assume that I didn't sense you. Sure, I may not have pinpointed your exact location, but I knew I felt another presence, like I do now. Funny how all the Force-users congregate at the same hotel. Before a brawl breaks out, I suggest you leave," he said, gesturing at the hotel clerk, who's mouth was agape and who's eyes were wide open at the scene unfolding in the well-decorated lobby.

"Now, young Force-user, what brings you to this great hotel?" Zinayn asked, taking off his hood and turning around. He stared into the man's yellow eyes with his red ones.

Abraham Crowe

 

[Abraham Crowe]

Abraham couldn’t help but laugh. The audacity. “My business is my own,” He said matter of factly. “Young force user.” He added in a mocking fashion. He’d spent time with various species and new sometimes they are older then they look. However, Abraham was familiar with the Chiss species. One of his childhood friends had been a Chiss. He could also tell that this Chiss wasn’t any older than him. Looking at Zinayn ’s face, he guessed maybe 25, 26. 27 at most. Meaning the Chiss would be at best only a couple months older than himself.

“Now why would say something like that? Bit out of the blue, if you excuse the pun.” He said jokingly, referring to the Chiss complexion. “Though if you must know why I am at the positively wonderful Hotel de Grande,” He added, gesturing to the lobby in which they stood. “It’s the jewel of Zolan.”

“I couldn’t visit Zolan with staying in this highly regarded establishment.”

 

[Drego Ruus]

"Who's Nej? Why are you threatening me?"

"Don't try that with me. I got your DNA signature on file and six different eye witnesses stating your arrival on the planet. You're wanted in 15 systems. And that's outside GA space. Impressive resume, if you weren't such a nerfherder."

The mando didn't bother look over to Zinayn as he requested the two's removal from the premises. "I got legal permits to hunt in this system. If the criminal here wants to leave, I'll leave."

Nej Tane

 

[Nej Tane]

"How'd you get his DNA...?" Nej said, feigning disgust. But not really. How did he....?

"You got legal permits to-" And then he shot the Disruptor pistol in his jacket... Through his jacket... Right at the Mandalorian.

 

[Zinayn]

“I couldn’t visit Zolan with staying in this highly regarded establishment.”

Zinayn smirked. "Well then. You'd better get to your room before this lobby erupts into laserfire."

Then, the Force gave him a sharp warning. The thief was feeling overly confident and sneaky for some reason? He turned and watched as a disruptor bolt shot through the man's jacket and at the Mando.

"Looks like you were too slow..." he said to the stranger beside him.

Abraham Crowe Nej Tane Drego Ruus

 

[Abraham Crowe]

“Oh, I already have a room. I’ve been staying here for a little over a week. I was just down here getting a drink at the hotel bar, when I had an inkling something exciting was going to go down.” He said with a smirk. It was the truth. Abraham had been hiding on Zolan for just over a week now. He eyes didn’t move from the Chiss. The blaster bolt wasn’t aimed at him, so he had no reason to even respond to it. This wasn’t his first time in a room with a fire fight in it.

“Are you going to let them get away with that?” He asked the Chiss. “After you told them to take the trouble outside?”

 

[Zinayn]

Zinayn laughed. "You're right. I don't think I'll let that slide. But the question is... which one should I go for? Or which one isn't under the protection of the Nobles? If given the choice, which one do you think will have the Noble's backing if the fight gets real serious? I know you're here for a fight. The question is, do you want to take out the thief or the Nobles. More likely the Nobles, as the thief is an absolute nobody in the grand scheme of things." He called over his shoulder, "No offense!"

"But of course you can't take the Nobles by yourself, so I guess you're stuck doing nothing. Unless you want to get in that fight behind me. In fact, I think I'll watch you fight," Zinayn chuckled as he stepped aside to admit the man past.

Abraham Crowe

 

[Abraham Crowe]

“I’m not here to fight.” The Chiss was mistaken. Stir the pot, maybe, but not fight. “I don’t have a stake in this.” He stepped past the Chiss. “I’m just a concerned citizen, but if what the Mando said about it being all above board, I got no problem.” He strode past the Chiss. Past the counter. Ignoring the altercation between the Thief and the Mandalorian. “Send a bottle of your finest up to the Noble’s suite and put it on my tab.” He respected them too much. Despite technically being a member of the Sith Order, Abraham was more common Pirate than Sith Lord. Besides, it wasn’t everyday you are in the same room as two members of the New Jedi Council. Abraham wasn’t here on Sith business. He wasn’t here on any business. He just hoped the council members would take this gesture of good faith and leave him be.

He moved past them into the turbo lift. Retiring to his room.