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The Plan (All members invited)



The Conflagaration would be the Cabal's place of meeting this evening. It was a stealth ship to the very definition. Its existence was something of legend in the southern systems, and its owner even more elusive.

Sylvanan had called the members of the Cabal together for one reason. To discuss the future. Sure, tempers might flare, and people with different ideas for the future might bite at each other's heels, but it was all for the sake of progress. So long as things went the way Sylvanan planned, then it would be a success.

He was seated at a round table in the center of the vessel. The hanger was open to any that might come aboard. The entire Cabal had been invited - at least, the ones relevant to the current situation.

The Arkanian tapped his finger habitually on the counter, waiting.



 
From aboard the ship was Detritus inside his stasis-crypt. The creation was slumbering, dreaming of a life that wasn't his. This was an artificial means of attempting to give the creature a morality system - giving it dreams of various emotions such as love, sadness, and even envy. Detritus found these dreams to be quite unnecessary and... dull.

Awakening from his chamber and going through his usual routine, Detritus decided to leave one step out and keep his helmet off for this meeting. He figured he would attempt to be more "humane" in a sense by exposing himself. He learned that such was a friendly gesture in one way or another.

Walking towards the chamber the meeting was taking place in, Detritus entered the room and gave a nod towards Sylvanan; emotionless black eyes gazing at his creator as it walked over to stand next to him.

"I assume you're trusting of the participants."

[member="Sylvanan Tal'verda"]
 
Instead of her usual Imperial shuttle, Tmoxin had flown her personal yacht, The Sovereign Butterfly II to the Conflagration. Her small crew would stay on board after it was parked in the hangar. A rarity to be seen without at least some measure of security, the Commander would go into the meeting room alone. Secrecy was of the utmost concern right now and the Hapan officer trusted no one but the participants who would be joining her.

Already seated around the table were Sylvanan and his Detritus. She still wasn't sure of the entire makeup of the Arkanian's experiment. She figured that the creature itself had told her at one point and she probably spent the whole conversation, not listening, but worrying whether it was going to attack her.

Therefore the Commander sat next to Sylvanan and the other chair beside her was empty.

"Gentlemen," she said in acknowledgement.

[member="Sylvanan Tal'verda"] [member="Detritus"]
 

Connor Harrison

Guest
To be honest, Kyle didn’t know if he was about to be executed, shipped to the Wild Regions or exiled from service. Not that he really knew who he served, bar Commander Temi. However he had received the coordinates and clearance to attend a meeting of high priority. That was all he knew.

It didn’t take long for the shuttle to arrive at his destination; with the right choice of words and name dropping, the pilot saw Kyle was there in good time and docked with the impressive ship where he had been called.

It took him a little while to reach the meeting room, after again having to name drop to prove he wasn’t just a trooper winging it to play with the big boys…and woman. But, then again, that’s all he was – a trooper winging it to be involved with the ones he had the real power.

Helmet under his arm, his white armor clicked softly as he made his way around a metal corridor and into a large room suddenly, doors parted. Thankfully he recognised Commander and another officer he met on Lok, but there was another with him who took up most of Kyle’s gaze as he surveyed the room. Best try not to stare.

”Forgive me. I hope I’m not too late?”

He walked in a few steps and stood to attention; amongst high power he may be, but he still knew his place.

[member="Tmoxin Temi"] | [member="Detritus"] | [member="Sylvanan Tal'verda"]
 

Cylus Jest

Servant of the Inquisition
Cylus yawned quietly to himself as his Lambda shuttle made contact with the hangar floor and the metallic hiss of the doorway predicted it's opening. Apparently there was a meeting going on between everyone, and he very much did not want to miss it. After all, there could be important information for people to know.

Information like why [member="Sylvanan Tal'verda"] was spying on him...that sort of thing was good to know at all times. He stepped out of the shuttle, his cloak billowing slightly behind him as he watched, glaring at the assorted crew who stood in his way.

To be completely honest with himself, he knew he had a flair for the dramatic. That was simply his way of doing things he supposed, it didn't harm anything.

As he neared the doorway that would house the meeting room, he gave a singular order to the mechanism on his back, "Rapax, Sentry." The machine complied with a loud crash of metal on metal as it inched towards the doorway and waited there. He opened it a moment later, stepping through and gazing upon the faces of [member="Tmoxin Temi"], [member="Kyle Amedis"], and Sylvanan with his...pet monster...

"Good greetings gentlemen, madam." He spoke cordially as he took a seat away from the others by a fair margin.
 
There were never to be leaders of the Star Cabal. Only equals populated this room despite their differences in official rank through the Imperial Military and various corporate authorities. Hans had no intention of taking the mantle of leadership of the most secretive, deceptive organization in the entire known galaxy. Sylvanan surely didn't seem to desire for such a thing either, so the general consensus had been for a council of equals.

The Captain strode in after the others, no doubt late to his own party. Hans didn't possess any of the fancy capes, masks, or assorted luxurious materials that his counterparts had. He chose to be a simple, humble man who's only weakness was to unconditional victory and women. When the thought came to mind, his eyes came to rest upon [member="Tmoxin Temi"] and the empty seat at her flank. A short, curt grin creased his lips as he swiftly occupied the chair.

[member="Sylvanan Tal'verda"] was at the top of his priority list, however. "Alright, I'm finally here. I think I was the last one, I hope." He drew his hands up onto the table, drumming against the metallic surface with his fingers. "What's on the agenda, Mister Tal'verda?"

[member="Cylus Jest"], [member="Kyle Amedis"], [member="Detritus"]
 
It was safe to say that Chiasa was not particularly keen on this. Very safe to say. Oh in theory she was hugely in favour of the Star Cabal. Find ways to destroy those who were her biggest enemies and the most threat to her? Yes please, let's do that. On the other hand however, it was all a bit too neat, a bit too convenient. It may have just been the seventy million credit bounty talking, but going alone to a secret hideout to meet secret conspirators made her a bit.. Edgy.

Not that anyone would know that from watching her of course. Ship docked, ramp dropped, and heels clicked as she exited. Chin up, radiate confidence and capability. No point going armed and armoured on someone elses ship, she would by nature be outnumbered and outgunned. So bluff. Make sure that everyone else knew she felt she had no reason to be concerned. Let them wonder what the ace up her sleeve was that let her be so fearless.

Which was how the tiger-striped tolian Twi'lek, dressed to the nines as was her wont entered the meeting room. She noticed her potential enemies first. Temi, who had abandoned her post to run to the enemy and set up the idiot traitor Lurcano as her successor, and the stormtrooper, instantly identifiable in his armour. Noticed and then ignored. Not a threat. Beneath her. She was untouchable. Instead she focused on her possible ally, offering him a warm smile and her apparent full attention.

"Sylvanan."

[member="Kyle Amedis"] [member="Tmoxin Temi"] [member="Detritus"] [member="Cylus Jest"] [member="Sylvanan Tal'verda"] [member="Hans Vaiden"]
 
As each participant filed in, there were no surprises. After Tmoxin, came Kyle Amedis, a promising soldier with officer potential who was part of The Blood Monarchs. Then Commander Jest, an enigmatic officer, entered into the room with some clamor. The Hapan greeted all of them with a curt nod.

Finally Captain Vaiden arrived and a smile broke through her emotionless demeanor. She was grateful when he took the set next to her. When the next guest arrived however, he would feel her stiffen beside him, her mouth turned into a tense frown.

Tmoxin hadn't seen Chiasa Kritivaas, leader of the Red Ravens, since her sudden departure from the criminal organization, along with the departure of a big chunk of their credits along with her. Commander Temi's eyes did not leave the orange Twi'lek as she strode into the room, wearing a breathtaking, formfitting black dress. Tmoxin peered down at her Imperial uniform and felt a bit overshadowed to say the least. She knew she shouldn't, as Ms. Kritivias had every reason to sue her, enact retribution... even kill her for the embezzlement that, in a moment of weakness, Tmoxin carried out. But she finally spoke, arching an eyebrow:

"Ms. Kritivaas, an unexpected pleasure. May I say that leadership agrees with you." She put a finger to her chin dramatically and added, "But funny, my invitation didn't say formal dress. Are you sure you're in the right place and didn't get lost on the way to the Golden Nautolan for Mon Calamari crab puff and Bingo night?"

[member="Kyle Amedis"] [member="Detritus"] [member="Cylus Jest"] [member="Sylvanan Tal'verda"] [member="Hans Vaiden"] [member="Chiasa Kritivaas"]
 
"As trusting as a man might be Detritus. Worry not, my friend, I always have a fallback." He explained to the hulking creature. There were no cameras or recording devices on the ship. If anyone carried one on them, they would need to be careful to keep it hidden.

Sylvanan, being the architect of all this, allowed himself a holorecorder. There was much that was often discussed, and he would need to mill it over afterword to determine what move might best suit everyone's needs. No one here was ever going to be put under the bus - they were all equals working toward the same goal.

He flicked the recorder on, stood up out of his chair, and held his arms out wide.

"My friends, I welcome you to my home. I ask that you refrain from any snark of confrontational wording. We're all above such things. I realize you might have been enemies in the past, but that is just that, the past. If you can't set your differences aside for our goal - a better galaxy, free of religious power in politics, Sith Lords ruling galactic powers, or Jedi advising the motions of your Republics, I tell you to leave now, for you are no better than that which we work to destroy."

His arms fell down to his sides.

"On to business. I welcome you, Star Cabal, to the beginning of change. Together, we will pool our resources, be they ships, soldiers, credits, an political power to end the tyranny of both the Jedi and the Sith. Already I have begun cloning armies for our effort, but more keys need to be turned."

He settled back down into his chair, and settled his hands on the table. "Update us on your current activities - Imperials, what's been stealing the show in Sith space? Chiasa, what do you need from me to expand your arsenal and ensure your assistance when the day of revolution comes?"

And then he looked toward the door, expectant of the other guests.




[member="Tmoxin Temi"] [member="Chiasa Kritivaas"] [member="Hans Vaiden"] [member="Cylus Jest"] [member="Kyle Amedis"] [member="Detritus"]
 
All these faces coming into the room and Detritus cared for none of them. Once more, this was objective; the endgame was purely that, a mission that required the external pressure of combined arms to succeed in tandem. There were a plethora of reasons Detritus wasn't truly important in the scheme of things other than to be an enforcer, but even then, to enforce law was just as necessary as sitting in a chair aboard a ship shouting orders.

The only company here the monstrosity found remotely familiar was that of the Stormtrooper's presence along with the Imperial captain; the other Imperial woman that addressed the lot of the room was also slightly familiar, but it wasn't anything noteworthy.

Detritus merely nodded at those whom just arrived. His soulless inky black eyes observed them all with calculating stares of intimidation as he moved his hands behind his back. The suit that the creature donned was peculiar at best, being what appeared to be technological components and armored areas here and there. His hands and legs were adorned with blackened durasteel plating which jutted out into spikes and savage claws.

The monster of a man was rather twisted in appearance to say the least. It worked for someone - rather, something that was so deathly pale and unnatural looking to begin with.

For those that the creature did not know, he was quite quick to draw his slugthrower at a moment's notice. No sleight of hand would get passed Detritus.

[member="Sylvanan Tal'verda"] [member="Tmoxin Temi"] [member="Chiasa Kritivaas"] [member="Hans Vaiden"] [member="Cylus Jest"] [member="Kyle Amedis"]
 

Cylus Jest

Servant of the Inquisition
Cylus nodded quietly as Sylvanan addressed everyone, giving a light yawn as he glanced over the others at the table. He didn't know all of them, that interested him, it meant he didn't have all the assets he could. Besides, friendship was supposed to mean something to some people.

He couldn't help but find his eyes locking onto the monstrosity that was [member="Detritus"], glaring into it as though he could see it's soul, or it's rumored lack of one. That would make them quite similar wouldn't it? Perhaps he needed to meet this creature, for now he was content with giving an unrelenting glare from behind the protection of his mask.

After all, that wasn't neccesary a hostile interaction was it? Staring at someone? Perhaps he was just trying to decide who they were...perhaps. He figured he'd let someone else answer [member="Sylvanan Tal'verda"] for his first question. After all [member="Tmoxin Temi"] and [member="Hans Vaiden"] likely knew more about matters than he did.

[member="Kyle Amedis"] | [member="Chiasa Kritivaas"]
 
While the Captain plopped down into the chair without a care in the galaxy, he quickly became aware of the dozen pairs of eyes set upon him. Each being was judging him, calculating his very existence as if he were some statistic sitting at the opposite side of this table. Even the dashing Miss [member="Tmoxin Temi"] seated to his left tensed up once some scantily-clad Twi'lek entered the room with the grace and venom of a serpent.

The two women swapped their share of venomous words, with Hans silently cheering and hollering for a cat fight. If only there was a giant bog somewhere full of mud - then things would really be starting to get interesting. But besides the little escapade between the two ladies and the several other beings joining, nothing else really interested the Captain.

Hans cocked a few nods in greeting to a few folks; [member="Detritus"], [member="Cylus Jest"], and [member="Kyle Amedis"] all receiving their own. Once that was done, Sylvanan spoke up and things were getting down to business, starting off with what Hans and his oh-so glorious Imperial compatriots were doing.

The man cleared his throat. "Currently, Sith Lord Kaine Zambrano and I are in talks of reviving Black Sword Command. It's an avenue of approach to further dominance within the Imperial Navy and possible reclamation of its title could spell a promotion for myself and the rest of the personnel under my command." Green eyes fell on the monstrous form of Detritus. "And in other news, me and Mister Detritus here are busy constructing the ultimate weapon to counter Sith, Jedi, and any other aligned Forcers in this galaxy."

The Captain looked around expectantly, "I believe that's about it."

[member="Sylvanan Tal'verda"], [member="Chiasa Kritivaas"]
 
From what the Twi'lek recalled, Temi had spent far more time dabbling in drugs and cream puffs like the useless privileged little twit she was than actually doing her job. Chiasa on the other hand busied herself with things far more delicate and deadly than bad seafood. Still, she knew jealousy when she smelt it, and the Hapan reeked of it. She chose a seat next to the man she'd seen.. where? Nar Shaddaa, when she met with McNash in that no-name cantina and some idiots had started a brawl that she had most decisively ended. She then looked down her nose at the other woman in a move calculated and perfected to make sure Temi knew that she was less than nothing. A dog that had been out rolling in filth and come in to embarrass everyone with it's presence.

This only lasted for a moment before her attention returned to Sylvanan, after all, it didn't do to pay the dog too much attention, it might get delusions of grandeur. This tactic was doubly rewarded when the woman was immediately reprimanded for her behavior. A slight amused smile graced the Twi'leks face.

She listened with interest, though her body language was relaxed and unconcerned as the Captain spoke. So Kaine was back and acting.. She'd heard rumors of that, but this confirmed it. She'd see that one again, but not yet. On her own time, when more plans and machinations had come to fruition. The ultimate weapons bit was annoyingly vague and cryptic, and considering she was a force user, if independent, slightly worrying.

"Only the finished construction of the cloning facilities on Antecedent. All else I either have my own allies working on or can handle myself."

She did not elaborate on what all else was. Sylvanan she was still unsure of, though she was leaning towards trusting that this was something he truly wanted to see accomplished. Temi though.. Temi was no ally of hers, as had just been demonstrated. Besides, some of her plans had much to do with ships and other things that Navy officers might be well and truly interested in, and since as it stood, those here served a Sith Lord who had antagonized the Ravens more than any other she was loathe to give up any advantage.

[member="Hans Vaiden"] [member="Cylus Jest"] [member="Detritus"] [member="Sylvanan Tal'verda"] [member="Tmoxin Temi"] [member="Kyle Amedis"]
 
Tmoxin's mood turned foul, made even worse by the fact that the tiger-striped Twi'lek seemed none too concerned with her sly barb. And a damned good joke it was, thought the Commander. She was intensely glad she was no longer associated with that rabble-rousing criminal organization full of insane, spice-addicted, suicidal aliens. Although the spice was pretty good, she had to admit.

Then Sylvanan made it clear that her comment was unwanted. She had to practice a little deep breathing to bring her temper down to a slow boil. The Commander listened quietly to the others speaking. Sylvanan laid out, not necessarily a plan, but a framework which was expected and agreed upon in her mind. Hans spoke next and then the Twi'lek. The Hapan officer supposed it was her turn. She tried - oh how she tried - to be impartial but with her annoyance still too close to the surface still she said:

"Sylvanan, you know what I've been doing. So does Captain Vaiden. I'm frankly not comfortable saying much more around Ms. Kritivaas. I didn't come here for show and tell," she seethed, her tone as fiery as her red hair. "Why don't you tell us what this meeting is really all about."

The Commander was given orders to keep her tone cordial, but the Hapan officer could not be counted upon to take orders and most of them in the room had already seen that first hand.

[member="Kyle Amedis"] [member="Detritus"] [member="Cylus Jest"] [member="Sylvanan Tal'verda"] [member="Hans Vaiden"] [member="Chiasa Kritivaas"]
 

Cylus Jest

Servant of the Inquisition
Cylus leaned back in his chair slightly as the orange Twilek took a seat next to him. She looked very familiar...very familiar indeed. His mind started racing back through his more recent ventures and struck on a note in a cantina, a fight had been ended rather brutally by this Twilek.

He reached into his cloak, fiddling around with one of the hidden pockets there before withdrawing a small piece of glass, a tint of blood still on one end. He slowly reached out, and set it down on the table directly in front of the Twilek. "I remember you." He whispered quietly as he leaned back and went to listen to the remaining conversation.

People were getting angry so easily, it was confusing how they could all be in the same room and not shoot at eachother simply because one person asked them not to. He wasn't sure how long that was going to last, though [member="Sylvanan Tal'verda"] still had his pet monster to keep order. Oh well, it'd be fun to see where this went.

[member="Tmoxin Temi"] | [member="Hans Vaiden"] | [member="Detritus"] | [member="Chiasa Kritivaas"]
 

Connor Harrison

Guest
Kyle stood to one side over from Commander Temi, and stayed still, only watching the rising tension between too many cooks around the table. The orange Twi’lek, honestly, surprised him as to why she was here – there was some history here, and even though both parties would probably benefit from each other, patience and understanding and tolerance was being tested. She did look rather exotic and strangely attractive in her dress, coupled with her unique skin colouring, in a very surreal way.

Still, Kyle wasn’t afraid of stepping in before anyone if things got out of hand – while he was but a mere trooper, hence why he didn’t wear his helmet to remind people he was flesh and blood, he knew his place in the pecking order. But he wasn’t scared, and would back up Tmoxin as best he could after she had given him chances to shine and prove himself.

While he may have wanted to speak up, now was certainly not the time.


[member="Tmoxin Temi"] | [member=Detritus] | [member="Sylvanan Tal'verda"] | [member="Cylus Jest"] | [member="Chiasa Kritivaas"]
 


"Given the fact that Miss Kritivaas is present at all, I think you should be comfortable speaking your mind." He said sternly. There was the leader in him again. The voice that kept the Cabal together. They might have all been powerful people - crime lords, future Moffs, soon-to-be-Emperors and the like, but they would need to remember when all the glamour faded.

Whatever great achievements they might make in the future: when Cylus sat as a Grand Moff, when Tmoxin led the entire Stormtrooper Corps across the stars, when Kyle was a galactic hero rather than just another face, when Chiasa ruled the entirely of the southern systems alongside the Empire, when the Jedi and the Sith ceased to be save for his personal pets, it was he who had given it to them. For these things to be achieved, they would need to listen and be entirely honest.

"Cylus, you, Kyle, and Detritus will build cloning facilities on Antecedent for Miss Chiasa." He nodded toward Kyle as he barely knew the poor lad. "Chiasa, I expect Raven support when we make our move on Coruscant. I'll secure you a teacher in the ways of the force to help you along if you need it." He informed.

"The rebellion on Balmorra is of my construction. The Jedi leading this movement is smart, powerful, but overly passionate. He and his associates will eventually serve the Empire as its fist. He and his Padawan are not like the rest of their order - they can be used for our cause." He gave a moment's pause.

"As for why I have started the rebellion, there are multiple reasons. One, to provide justification for Miss Temi to receive a legion of my finest clone soldiers funded by One Sith credits. Two, to begin the Imperial Revolution. Three, to bring forth one of the One Sith's greatest warriors, and make he or her an example of their failure. The latter will rely on your ability-" He nodded toward Hands and Tmoxin. "To assist our Jedi in ending the Sith's life."

Another pause. "Once the Empire has taken Coruscant and banished the Yuuzahan Vong, you will form a military alliance with the Republic. You'll need it to survive. Grow, establish connections, and eventually the Republic will turn its weapons on the Jedi Order. Then, it will join our cause, and we will solidify the Red Ravens as our southern counterpart."

He stood up to his full height, and glanced around the room.

"Does everyone understand?"

[member="Tmoxin Temi"], [member="Hans Vaiden"], [member="Detritus"], [member="Cylus Jest"],
,[member="Chiasa Kritivaas"][member="Kyle Amedis"]
 
Better late than never. It was no doubt that the meeting had already begun without the Clone captain now that it was no longer than morning. Was it afternoon or was it evening. He had no idea what time it was nor did he care if he was presentable to this man by the name of Sylvanan Tal'verda and his comrades. If it wasn't for that last name that was famous within the ranks of the Omega Protectorate and the Confederacy that had revolutions, frequently, and changing the name of their state and the ways of how they operated. Yet, despite whether they participated the Battle of Druckenwell or had conquered many systems with the Confederate flag that name was important to the Fett clones of the first generation of the Dreadguard. Whoever with that last name was an important figure and if anyone within the family called fro help with their fellow brothers and sisters, then they would receive all the aid they could get. Exactly why the Fett clone was here.

Still in the same outfit when he met the Imperial soldier, Tmoxin, it was clear he had no other uniform to replace the shirt, jeans, jacket, and the rest of the articles he was wearing. Though, the one irreplaceable object at the moment was the DC-15s sidearm. It wasn't ancient as the ones that the Republic Commandos used during the Clone Wars, but the design of it had history behind it. It wasn't the primary weapon anyone would use, but it was a lifesaver whenever there was no ammunition around as it had unlimited ammo. Such a unique feature that made it stand out with the other firearms manufactured from a variety of companies.

A shuttle from the void of space would arrive and land in the hangar of the Conflagaration containing only one man. No sooner the familiar hiss would be produced through the medium as pad opened and had a figure walking onto the floor of the hangar bay. With a straight and serious face the clone had and walking like a soldier would do. Chest out, stand straight, no slouching. The participants would know by now that Canal had arrive either by his footsteps or his shuttle that the scanners of this vessel had picked up. That didn't matter, what did was he arrived...late. And after walking for very few minutes the Clone captain was nearing the center of the ship, and once at the doorway to the meeting the doors slid open to unveil the Fett clone. He glanced about the whole room seeing foreign faces except the face of Tmoxin. She was the only one he knew out of all these individuals.

Silent for few moments until he said in a serious tone with his Fett accent.

“Which one of you is Sylvanan? "

[member="Sylvanan Tal'verda"] [member="Kyle Amedis"] [member="Cylus Jest"] [member="Tmoxin Temi"] [member="Chiasa Kritivaas"] [member="Hans Vaiden"] [member="Detritus"]
 
"Oh good, I do so strive to be memorable."

Was the Twi'leks amused reply to [member="Cylus Jest"] as he placed the glass shard on the table. Odd that he'd kept it on him all this time, but it appealed to her ego, so fine. Almost without thought, the shard rose and began it's lazy circling of the Twi'lek. Was it a particularly politically correct move in a room filled with those who wanted to smack down force users? Perhaps not, but the subtle reminder that she was dangerous seemed necessary. Apparently the predatory stripes she'd been born with was not a big enough hint. Just because she could purr didn't mean her fangs and claws weren't sharp.

[member="Sylvanan Tal'verda"]'s continued verbal spanking of [member="Tmoxin Temi"] alone made this meeting worthwhile in the Twi'leks opinion.

"Send me their information, I'll see that they have clearance."

Imperials on her worlds tended to get identified and watched. Occasionally more than watched, particularly if they just showed up somewhere as central to her plans as her cloning facility. Still, why turn down assistance? Particularly when it was offered almost free and gave her ties and connections that might be useful later? She would use Cylus, [member="Abraxas"] and [member="Kyle Amedis"] for just as long as they were useful.

"As long as your plans stay solid you'll have it. And I wouldn't turn down additional instruction."

Never a straight yes. The Twi'lek lied surprisingly rarely. This was because she very rarely engaged in close ended, clear statements. Would he have Raven support? As long as the plan was good enough that the Ravens judged their chances of success to be high enough. Never bet on a three legged dog in a race, no matter how often it licked your hand.

Balmorra wasn't something she was familiar with, nor had she cared about it previously. She supposed now she was going to have to look into it. The Red Ravens as the southern counterpart to two very organized, lawful government factions seemed like something that would crumble eventually, but for now it was a good plan, and she would be ready for eventually.

"Seems straight forward enough on my end."

Came the easy reply. It was at about this time that [member="Canade-Kel"] made his entrance and inquiry.

"That would be the gent right there."

She commented with a languid gesture of one orange hand.

[member="Hans Vaiden"]
 

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