The Major
M E M O R Y
Dosuun
The Past
Synthpop warbled from a set of small speakers as the unlikely duo made use of discreet passages and reinforced byways clearly made for security personnel. Bass thumping with surprising clarity even from a humble, small device tingled the byway with its moodiness. Its exact source soon was revealed when the pair passed a simple desk manned by an agent, who -shod with the kind of sunglasses which gave that slick, sticky air of matters clandestine- performed a series of stuttering doubletakes whilst stumbling for a metal door that could only be described as “overpowered.”
As they moved past this Security Bureau the taller of the two travellers made a mental note of the time and post. The unlucky agent had failed to request the proper clearance to be presented, and this was completely unacceptable regardless of the shock of their unannounced presence. A tour at the Sump Academy, a place affectionately referred to as the “Orphanage” should clear up this and any potential future jitters of the young agent. Before the door clanged shut the tiny man singing on a personal device served as punctuation to this exchange.
♪Somebody tell me why I work so hard for you!♫
A luxury speeder awaited them within a secure lot -its driver and guard opening doors for the Vice Chancellor and the Director before whisking them away towards the city’s outskirts and countryside beyond.
"The countryside is beautiful this time of year." Commented he.
“Yes, I agree.” Retorted she.
For a rather verbose influencer, she found herself lacking in the words to make satisfactory conversation. Ironic it was that she could manage to speak with Sovv surrounded by dozens of parties and agents who would have probably preferred to have her jailed; however, it was now that she felt the pressure of her life being in someone else’s hands. The Director, so elusive, so seemingly in control of every bit, piece, and person she engaged with was faced with the gnawing swell threatening to burst from her chest, the pressure itself its own warbling line boiling to the point of a harmonic triad. Questions sans answers plagued her mind, her brain working overtime upon the failing fumes of a runaway revolving door. How would She react? Would this please Her? Be seen as an overstepping of boundaries? All at once Sybil could feel that encompassing sting of ever intensifying concern, and letting oneself worry enabled one to genuflect unto the crushing weights of self doubt. Of guilt. Of past mistakes.
This did not mesh with the pragmatist's compass that dominated the auburn topped manipulator. In fact, her ability to function was entirely possible thanks her nigh sociopathic tendency to separate personal action from consequences others somehow always managed to pay.
Perhaps the Vice Chancellor would pay for it today.
The trip felt shorter to her than it was in reality thanks to the occupying chaos disquieting her resolve. They exited and were escorted upon the magnificent grounds into the estate proper. Sybil saw none of its splendor or the cheeriness of the weather. She knew every click of her boots and clack of Sovv’s cane drew them closer to Iron.
“Your Excellency, I present to you Vice Challencor Sovv.” Croaked she in front of the Grand Moff.
Perhaps this was the true monstrosity of the Major: that despite the subject matter of millions of lives, the stakes between galactic ideologies, the raising tension of yet another potential war, the desperation and despair of so many…
...she could only think about herself.
Sullust: Present Day
Allies: First Order | [member="Natasi Fortan"]
Enemies: Unknown belligerents of the New Republic
Objectives: Tour Guide for @Jauis Sovv
“As you can see, Vice Chancellor, ours is not a mission of terror and oppression. We are going through great lengths to facilitate the registration of every citizen upon Sullust. It’s only the first step in offering the people here security and prosperity within the First Order. I know our governments have an incalculable number of differences in approach - but first and foremost our immediate concerns should focus upon stability and safety. Wouldn’t you agree?”
She flourished a white gloved hand to motion towards the facade of the Registration Center. There were a number like this all across Byllurun, but this center was the largest and the most morally clean. Inside there were no groups of Sullustans being tormented with beatings or held in detention, although there was a certain bureaucratic monotony to witness. To peer upon the vast crowd of former Alliance citizens who went through the process of documentation was certainly no party, no matter how orderly each case was handled.
They walked off with two Bureau Hunters in tow, as the Director did not want to risk tarrying too long. It had been a few weeks since the last incident involving a disgruntled citizen starting a fight with some of the agents inside the center. But that man had been handled effectively. Hopefully the station chiefs on duty had the sense to transfer him somewhere off world.
"I don't suppose we could stop by my warren for a few mementos… unless it's all been seized by the state." Wheezed Jauis.
Director Shepard -looking the part of a good imperial dressed in a gray and red uniform with the military tunic draped across her shoulders, held up at the neck and clasped with a jade and gold brooch that appeared rusted or perhaps stained- nearly chuckled at his remark.
“Sir Sovv, we had to confiscate the tactical nuke you had stowed,” She winked from under the shadow of an officer’s cap, bits of dyed silver hair waving out in whimsical curls, “But everything else should be untouched. What’s the address? I’ll summon us a vehicle if you would prefer to avoid all the foot traffic.” A bright smile was abused, cut short, by a slew of data and digital transmissions that scrolled down from one the data contacts serving in lieu of Shepard’s typical glasses.
The news clearly was extremely sour. First reports of a number of disturbances across various sectors were filtering in. Responding discreetly with a series of specialized emergency codes that would provide operation notes and direct every single FOSB agent and asset currently upon Sullust to act accordingly to their situation. Each commanding cell was ordered to send another set of prearranged signals so that supporting analysts could compile and update their combined battlenet. Of course, this could always be a series of bad circumstances -something that the garrison and police could handle.
Yet, with the Vice Chancellor present Sybil couldn’t afford to take any chances.
She instinctively fell into a commanding mindset, pointing at the two hunters who immediately moved cover Jauis and began to scan the crowds at street level before motioning at the Sullustan to move. They would need to place themselves in an area that was more secure than the middle street.
As they walked, Sybil knew she couldn’t afford to swap more pleasantries with the Vice Chancellor. She opened a secure line with the Grand Moff who had prepared such a channel just in case some event like this occurred.
Speaking into her communicator, the Director began to speak, ::Ma’am.:: Urgency filtered via the stoic contralto the Director slipped into when she was agitated. Time felt essential, thus there was none to spare for titles or frills in speech. ::There may be a situation afoot planetside. Sending data. Orders?:: Normally protocol for the Director would be clear and she would act on her own initiative, but considering the potential stress that could be coming their way, it would be best to see how the Lady of Iron would prefer to handle the question of Sovv. Minutes could spell disaster, but nonetheless Sybil forwarded all the incoming reports that were starting to overwhelm the hyperblue HUD scrolling down her line of sight.
