The Little Things

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Miss [member="Tmoxin Temi"],

I'm afraid I am indisposed. Speaking to someone of relative weight near the core currently. There is a free agent in Omega Protectorate space that has served my allies in the past. I would like you to seek him out, and being him to the cause.

We will be moving on Byss after this. Did you like my rhyme? Bring the man to our meeting afterword. His name is [member="Canal Tal'Verda"], and he should be easy to find. The man is a decorated war hero.

Find him. Convince him to take up arms with us. Bring him to the meeting. I am putting my faith in you Tmoxin, I know you won't disappoint me.




-Sylvanan

 

[Tmoxin Temi]

//incoming transmission...

To: [member="Canal Tal'Verda"]
From: Tmoxin Temi

Your colleague Sylvanan Tal'verda has indicated that we are to meet. Please come to the planet Lok near the Corellian Run in the Outer Sector. Meet me at Brogar's Safe House and we can talk over some activities that may interest you. As a friend of Sylvanans I'm very much hoping you can help me.

//transmission ending...

Tmoxin rose from her office chair in the Morpho Center and freshened up her makeup in the refresher mirror. She was out of her Imperial uniform and even wearing a dress for the cantina meeting. Brogar's Safe House wasn't close to the Morpho Center but it was high time for a road trip off base. She would bring Sgt. Major Ulysses who had spent a cold desert night in the Morpho prison for insubordination and was now quite contrite and more than willing to get back into her good graces.

 

[Djorn Bline]

It had been six years since the disastrous event of the Netherworld. Six years since that cursed girl laid a touch on his hand that turned him into an animal. Not literally, but he had the mind of one. He thirst for blood after the little girl touched his forehead, and gave him another enchantment upon him. He could hear the voices of millions in his hand that said random, irrelevant things and topics. He had forgotten what they had told him six years ago after he was raptured to another realm that was abnormal and didn't incorporate the time and space. A dimension that had no laws of physics simply because of the absence of time and space. It was a wonderland, but a damned one that had no true purpose of existence. It was just a disastrous place and event.

But escaping from the Netherworld led him to another problem. He was thankful that he escaped the hellish place he woke up in, but it was truly a coincidence that millions of populations were raptured when the portals of the Netherworld were unlocked and opened. The Protectorate and other factions and governments were destabilized when a number of people had gone missing. Without people there can't be civilization; without civilization there can't be no government; without government there can't be no economy. Everything was tangled with each other. If one was destroyed then the whole system collapsed. How flawless it was. Even for powerful factions in the galaxy there was always a flaw in the system. And that was a problem the Fett clone was faced against. Trying to stabilized the Protectorate and returned it to its former self.

In his office on Fondor the Captain was at his desk full of millions of thoughts of what move he should make. Six years and making the best moves that benefited the people. He didn't know what to do. Billions of people relied on the government the clone fought for. Strategies consumed his time and mind. What to do? But a transmission was sent to him by an unknown individual. Tmoxin Temi. He researched throughout the databases of the ODF to find this person. No Tmoxin appeared and could care less about the stranger. But the last name of Slyvanan caught his utmost attention. Anyone with the name "Tal'verda" was a colleague of his, and so the people around him. Deciding to meet this Tmoxin the soldier prepared himself with a personal attire of his.

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An individual with jeans, white shirt, and a brown leather jacket was outside of the cantina that was the said location of his meeting with Tmoxin. He was only armed with a DC-15 sidearm a famous blaster weapon used by clone commandos in the Republic during the Clone Wars. And it was still used among the first generation of the Dreadguard. His feet walked towards the cantina and a door slid as he approached the entrance of the cantina. Inside he looked among the patrons and was looked back. His face was always something to look at due to its history. Nothing new at all. “One Corellian Ale, he ordered the bartender and walked towards an unoccupied table. Galaar's favorite drink. Always remembered and never forgotten.

[member="Tmoxin Temi"]

 

[Tmoxin Temi]

Commander Temi and Sgt. Major Ulysses exited from their covered armored speeder and entered Brogar's Safe House. She wondered if the cantina was still used as an actual safe house or if it was no longer sheltering any smugglers or other such scofflaws. They were armed as well with standard issue Imperial blasters. Tmoxin's was tucked away in her handbag and the Sgt. Major had his on holster clipped to the belt of his black stormtrooper uniform. The Hapan officer welcomed the cool of the cantina, always a pleasurable experience to be out of the relentless desert heat.

Humans were not quite so prevalent on Lok, so Commander Temi knew right away which one [member="Canal Tal'Verda"] was. She approached him with the Sgt. Major in tow and said, "Thank you for meeting me on such short notice. This is my colleague Sgt. Major Ulysses. We are in the Imperial Army in the 182nd. I understand you are an acquaintance of Syvlanan Tal'verda. May I ask how you know Mr. Tal'verda? He unfortunately didn't give me many details on your exact relationship."

As she waited for him to respond, she ordered a white wine from the bartender. The Sgt. Major slowly strolled around the room, making sure the three of them would be safe for this meeting.

 

[Djorn Bline]

His lips touched the glass that contained the liquid of his alcohol drink, and the cold, soothing feeling of the ale refreshed him as it entered his mouth and swallowed the alcohol. Parting the drink from his mouth he began to examine it and began to have deep thoughts about the ale. One average being wouldn't find anything symbolic about the liquor but to the mind of this clone it had a significant amount of symbols behind the substance. Well, it probably had one symbol that mattered a lot. His long dead brother and commander was the main symbol that was represented from the cool drink. Those were the glory days of him, his brothers, and the damn Confederacy that became something else after the disappearance of Isley. He was glad he had left that state that was overrun with corruption at every corner. And he was lucky to leave soon to avoid the events that occurred that would lead him to misfortune.

But his unofficial leave of absence of the Confederacy of Independent Systems only transitioned him to problems. He and others that defected from the faction were hunted down by Bounty Hunters as well as affiliated members that were under the Confederacy. But no just external problems were to be dealt with; internal problems also was a cause for problems and harsh situations of the Liberty Concord, the organization who's original members were made up of defected Confederates, was something else that was dealt with. Like any government, organization, or faction that partaken government theories such as democracy or imperialism had to deal with external and internal forces. But that soon changed as they had the protection of the Omega Protectorate a debt that Canal thought he owed and was paying it with his services in the military.

His gaze upon the drink stopped as two individuals approached his table. The captain looked up and saw what appeared to be a gorgeous, beautiful woman in a military attire with a male in an attire as well. He was beginning to think if this meeting was, after all, worth coming to. Normally, he had meetings with male officers discussing of whatever topic they had to discuss and mediate about. But not everyday he saw an attractive woman in a military attire. But his face didn't show it. He had to keep his harden serious face that was battle worn with scars in some areas of his face. Still, he still had his looks. “So you're the one, eh?," Canal said in his Jango Fett accent that he inherited from the cloning tubes on Kamino. But when Tmoxin said to be affiliated with the Imperial Army as well as her colleague he began to have doubt's. He despised the One Sith as it was in his nature to destroy the Sith and any Imperial government. Though, he didn't show any signs of attack unless provoked. He had a code of honor like any good soldier.

“Shame you fight for a government that doesn't give a damn about you, ma'am. You'd be better off in the Republic or the Protectorate. But I'll get on to business. I've never met Sylvanan personally, but I assume he was part of the first Dreadguard. Anyone with the name 'Tal'verda' is a welcome member despite he shares the same face as I have and the rest of my brothers."

[member="Tmoxin Temi"]

 

[Tmoxin Temi]

If Tmoxin had any trace of a smile upon meeting this colleague of Sylvanan’s, it quickly vanished. She furrowed her brows in annoynce. “If I wanted your advice, Mr. Tal’verda, I would have asked for it. Since I didn’t ask, I would appreciate you keeping your thoughts on my career choices to yourself,” she said firmly.

As she drew her wine glass off of the bar and took a sip, Commander Temi thought back to what Sylvanan had asked her to do which was to convince Canal Tal'verda to join up with them, essentially beginning the process of turning Imperial ideals into action plans. This would be a tall order given that the man seemed to have very strong views against the Sith and the Imperial Army already. And as diplomatic as Tmoxin could be, she was more persuasive it came to business or financial dealings versus matters of war. War was very much black and white to the Hapan officer. You were either with her or against her.

But she supposed that she would give it a try.

“If anyone with the name Tal’verda is a welcome member, would you be open to having a meeting with Sylvanan? He has some interesting ideas on how the galaxy should be ruled and on the overwhelming presence of Force Users at the helm of governments. Besides Imperial or Republic, does it really matter? Laws means nothing with black magic is at the center of power. When rational thoughts and actions can be changed at a moment’s notice by a Jedi mind trick…”

She let that sink in and waited for his reply on the subject.

[member="Canal Tal'Verda"] [member="Sylvanan Tal'verda"]

 

[Djorn Bline]

There were multiple and reasonable factors of why the clone despised the One Sith and Imperial ideals. Of course, on the planet where he was born, raised, trained, and bred of the damn Kaminoans he was taught by his officers to hate and despise the Sith and Imperial parties. But it wasn't his training officers who influenced him of these ideas. But the cloners who had adjusted the genes of the Dreadguard as well their personalities when they were nothing but embryos isolated in cloning tubes. That was the primary reason of how they behaved. It wasn't pure genetic replication unlike the legendary Boba Fett who had pure genetic replication from the donor Jango Fett. But he broke through the walls and became what he chose to become. He was what he wanted to be.

But the answer coming from the Imperial commander caused the captain to squint his eyes and just look at her squarely at her eyes. No one had ever dared to talk to him like that besides higher ranking officers. Not even recently met strangers talked to him like that. This woman was feisty, and he liked women who had those personality traits because he was feisty as well. Still staring deeply into her eyes the clone captain replied to her,“No one has dared talk to talk to me like that which I admire from you, Miss Temi. Finally someone has the guts to speak to me in that matter." Though, if he didn't have a code or wasn't like the way he was no doubt would he pull out his firearm and cause tension between them.

“I'd be open to meet this Sylvanan, yes. He intrigues me and I'd like to know more of him especially his ideas and Force Users. While I have nothing against the Jedi I don't give them all my trust, and that goes to Dark Jedi and Rogues," he took a pause to know what else he would say. “Now, does it matter if I'm part of the Imperial Army or the Republic's? Yes because I don't fight for oppressors, Miss Temi. In fact, I destroy oppressive governments as it is against the views of myself and the Omega Protectorate. And your government that you fight for is under the influence of this ‘black magic' that you speak of. Though, I'd very like to rid of the influence and presence of Force Users in politics." Were there things that he and Tmoxin disagreed on? Yes, but they were having something in common whether he had bothered her with negative opinions and thoughts of the Imperial Government she was affiliated with.

[member="Tmoxin Temi"]

 

[Tmoxin Temi]

“Good,” she said, relieved that Canal Tal’verda wasn’t going to take that much convincing. Sgt. Major Ulysses came over with a datapad and showed a message to the Commander.

“We are to meet Sylvanan on his ship, the Conflagaration. He will be in the atmosphere outside of the Karthakk sector as early as tomorrow morning. Then we can begin the discussion of how we can all achieve our goals, which I believe at this point should be the same,” she said. Tmoxin analyzed him again, took another sip of wine and added, “Or close enough.”

The Commander put a credit chit on the table and said, “The drinks are on me tonight, Mr. Tal’verda. Do you have room and board or do you need to stay at the garrison for the night?”

[member="Sylvanan Tal'verda"] [member="Canal Tal'Verda"]

 

[Djorn Bline]

Awaiting for another response from the Imperial soldier the clone was quite surprised to hear no answer from her mouth as Canal had continuer inserting his own comments and views of the One Sith. After hearing her from the meeting he analyzed her and noted that she was proud to fight for such a corrupt government under the influence of the Sith as did the first Galactic Empire. A patriot she was which reminded the clone when he was young and a proud patriot for fighting under then banner of the Confederacy of Independent Systems. Though, after the many battles he fought for the Confederacy, spreading their influence and expanding their borders to many systems he had began to enlighten himself despite of the genetic engineering the cloners had done to him before he was an embryo. Every soldier has their moments when they realized of what they were fighting for.

But it seemed that the meeting didn't officially ended besides today's first half of it. As the fellow comrade of Tmoxin came to them with a datapad it was unveiled to Canal that he would personally meet this Sylvanan tomorrow aboard his own personal vessel in the morning. “Very well. I do hope that the meeting will turn out well," the captain replied to her after Tmoxin had informed her of where this meeting well be hosted at. His mind began to wonder of who this mysterious Sylvanan was. Was it someone who had fought along during the time of the Dreadguard? Or was it some random figured that took the name by adoption or birth from a Fett clone like him? His questions would be answered soon. Just had to wait until the sun rotated around the planet.

As the meeting ended and the clone was about to pay for the drinks the Imperial had already drawn out a credit for both drinks. He stared at her in a neutral manner, but not shocked. This woman was sure feisty. Never had he met a woman like this. Though, Canal had a feisty attitude in him, and after woman had asked him if he needed to sleep at a garrison the clone replied, “I don't sleep with Imperials...ma'am,"and eyed at the Sgt. Major. Oh, he was a case. Besides his skills in battle he was known for his spicy attitude with other people who didn't share his blood or didn't outrank him. “I'll see you tomorrow, and good night," the Ex-Dreadguard told her bidding her a good night as he stood up from the table and began moving to a compartment he could rent for the night.

[member="Tmoxin Temi"]

 

[Tmoxin Temi]

Oh he was going to be a handful this one, thought Tmoxin. And it was better he was finding his own room and board because it probably wasn’t a good idea to have him sneaking around the Morpho to begin with. She would most assuredly hear complaints later from the Sgt. Major about assigning resources to keep tabs on him for twelve hours or until this meeting took place.

She hoped Mr. Tal’verda he would not be quite as audacious aboard the Conflagration. It would be interesting to see how he acted around Sylvanan and if he would be more respectful.

The Commander bid him goodnight as well. Tmoxin knew when to pick her battles. But if his feistiness towards her returned, she would have to show him that she too had sharp claws and wouldn’t be afraid to sink them into flesh, no matter how tough or tender that skin was. The Hapan Officer had fought alongside Sith Lords and had witnessed evil incarnate, right on the battlefield. Mr. Tal’verda was not an evil man, she reasoned. Just misguided.

[member="Canal Tal'Verda"] [member="Sylvanan Tal'verda"]