The Rise (PM for Invite)

[Hira Mitsae]

The drink tasted foul, fecking paint bleach if nothing else, but it resembled something. My mood for one - sitting in the corner of a Tatooine Cantina wasn’t exactly healthy for my psyche - ain’t sure how long ago Druckenwell has been. A year, maybe less. Turns out Norongachi didn’t need a long time to decide that the CIS wasn’t worth his efforts, fleed some say, walked off after all the stress other say.

Point is, the guy was gone and I ain’t sure how I am feeling ‘bout that. One hand I had admired his audacity in his coup, other hand wanted to rip his throat out though… not sure which hand was stronger in this particular situation. With him gone though ain’t much that I can do, ain’t even sure what I am doing here exactly.
Starchaser had tracked me down, don’t know how he managed that, suspect Ovmar had a hand in this. Never trust men of the Fringe, they always did their own thing. Turns out Marek had a problem of his own, with Sally gone… the territory was on a rampage. His men were all over the place, scrambling for power and control - ain’t a surprise there, Salem had always surrounded him with the ambitious and powerful, it had only taken his own personal flavor of domination to keep that particular house of cards from crashing down.

Now they wanted my help.

Didn’t lose track of the irony in that request, but sometimes a man’s gotta do what a man’s gotta do, right? I ain’t interested in power; least not in this region of space. But to be able to exact vengeance on some of Norongachi’s minions, with him gone? Why not.

Maybe I will even do something good in the meanwhile, Marek always seemed like an alright guy. Fair in his dealings mostly, we will see what he has to offer.

As said before, I said in the corner of the cantina, listened to that particular tune that always seemed to play ‘round in these kind of establishments. Smoke filled my lungs as I pulled from my cigar and then scattered around the room when I exhaled.

This was going to be interesting.

[member="Marek Starchaser"]

 

[Corey's OOC]

He had come alone. Marek Starchaser was making his way on following a path. He was looking to piece together the government he found himself puppeteering. Remaining in his position as Overseer of the Technate, he had a lot going for him. Money, companies at his beck and call, and most importantly a being that answered to him and his team running the Abrion Sector. That was the biggest part of this. Now he had to do a bit of information hunting.

And that was the real thing, wasn’t it? Information. He had the SpyNet on speed dial, but while Marek trusted [member="Raziel"], who he was assuming may have followed him, there were certain things that the Starchaser needed to do on his own. And what he needed was a strong leader to the military. Since the disappearance of Salem Norongachi, and the disaster at Druckenwell, the military was… in tatters.

That was needing to be fixed.

Making his way to Tatooine, the business man was, of course dressed properly. He wore a typical tunic and pants underneath the dust colored cloak. Having flown here on ASA business he was not hiding like he would with Tion business. That was how he kept this all working. Different ships, and his armor when he was doing his flights. Of course, to the outside, he was the Overseer of the Technate and the CEO of Bright Star.

What people didn’t need to know wouldn’t hurt them. But this was where the trail lead to this cantina. Hopefully Danger wasn’t about, that would distract him. Stepping inside and pulling the hood back from his head and surveyed the room. He’d recognize [member="Serock Hoath"]. But he’d have to agree to terms.

All this or Marek was going to have to make a run for the Fringe. He had friends there, right?

 

[Hira Mitsae]

[member="Marek Starchaser"]

The bar wasn’t all that crowded at this time, few patrons rummaging around and taking in their poison, peaceful crowd really. Most of ‘em weren’t even awake yet, just waltzing ‘round the place in snooze-mode, some of ‘em were only at their second drink.

Just the way I liked it though, wasn’t interested in some kind of showdown like all those years ago with Verd.

‘Don’t be shy, Star. Come sit and have a drink on me, we have alot to discuss… you and I.’

 

[Corey's OOC]

The bar was quiet. Marek preferred that. Running a casino and entertainment business, there were a lot of parties going on and he always attended his fair few. Hell, as Ovmar how many times Marek was close to the end. And now? This was the perfect place for business.

Ordering a drink from the bar, Starchaser noticed the reason he was here. Seeing [member="Serock Hoath"] and hearing him, he nodded. Stepping away from the bar, he walked over to the table.

“That we do. And you know why I’ve been tracking you down?”

 

[Hira Mitsae]

[member="Marek Starchaser"]

Doesn’t take a genius to realize what this guy was trying to push me, even a Caveman realized the implications of an army going rogue element by element and no solid leadership taking the reins in hand. Damnit Norongachi, why did you flee?

Question wasn’t all that difficult to answer, but now… my vengeance was going to have to be cut short. Don’t know where Sally is, don’t even know if he’s still in the same Galaxy (ha ha) Point being, there were more important things on my mind right about now.

‘Yeah, you got a wild Army on the loose and you need someone to tame ‘em for you. Sounds ‘bout right?’

I took another pull from my cigar and waved the barkeep for two drinks, this was gonna be good.

 

[Corey's OOC]

That was what he liked about most people in the galaxy. They were here for a purpose and they focused on their jobs, even if they were chased out of them. [member="Serock Hoath"] had been dealt a tricky hand. And the new government was needing answers. Marek and Raziel were talking about information, and that meant scouting what was going on since Druckenwell, getting it all placed in a neat and orderly file.

At least he knew what was going on. “That’s the long and the short of it. I know whats been going on with the past, and the issues revolving our military. I’m working with the people in charge to try to solidify the government. And I need someone to rope in our military.” Could be worse, he could be on an advanced starship trying to make a team to stop giant robots from killing the galaxy.

Looking to the bartender, Marek turned his attention back to Serock. “What have you been up to? Haven’t left our space.”

 

[Hira Mitsae]

[member="Marek Starchaser"]

Satisfied with the cards on the table I accepted the glass, raising it towards Starchaser and then taking a big gulp. Enjoyed the bitter, skin tearing taste of pure paint remover gushing through my throat into the iron gut that had helped me through many winters of cold and pain.

‘Got some of my men out, then returned. Promised Sally he’d get a few years, before I slipped him the bitter iron- seems the Nation did him good without my help.’

That brought a dark smirk on my face, while I continued to chuck the drink backwards. Few had the force of Will to continue and hold a Nation together, ain’t an easy task, an ungrateful one too. People will hate ya either way, no matter what you do someone will queen ‘bout it.

Takes that special amount of crazy to push forward though.

Sally probably saved me.

I was exactly that amount of crazy and in control of the entire army… it would have fallen to me.

‘So I know what you want from me, question is… what do I get out of this- except the gratification of saving the asses of those who started a whole witch hunt on me in the first place?’

 

[Corey's OOC]

Watching the former Grand Marshall, Marek nodded. At least he was taking the drink, that was the best thing about it. A drink among enemies was one thing, but among comrades, and countrymen? That was something else. Listening to Serock, the Corellian could only nod.

Marek wasn’t sure he had what it took to hold the nation. But he had strong friends, and he learned a lot from them. How to make it so others were the hero. He might be the one doing the footwork, and only putting the right ideas in the right people’s minds, but he wouldn’t get the reward. That was fine, there were other places he was able to be himself, and focus his efforts. Heil.

“Full pardon around, we’ve continued the witch hunt to see what we could find elsewhere. Reinstatement and a post of your choosing. The government and nation are in motion, we’re doing an overhaul. We could use someone to advice the president who knows military protocol. And the mistakes we’ve made in the past.”

Like Druckenwell.

[member="Serock Hoath"]