Trust is a Hard Thing to Keep (PM for Invite)

[Kay-Larr]

Chasin City. It was now growing into the largest city on Commenor. What was once a small city nestled in a valley between the mountains and the ocean, it was now growing into an intergalactic hub along the trade routes and hyperspace lanes. The population of Commenor as a whole was increasing, due mostly through immigration. Embassies from various governments and organizations were under construction. It was Kay's hope that Commenor could set a good example for the rest of the Galaxy and show that peace can be achieved and maintained without brute force and oppression.

She stood outside of the Raxian Empire Embassy. Construction was almost complete of the exterior. A couple of guards stood nearby to watch over her, but most of the people that walked by were average citizens going about their daily lives, some even stopping by for a quick word or question. Although her status was above them, she knew what it was like to be homeless and broke. That garnered her the reputation of being the Peoples' President. It also helped her to win the election. And she didn't want to lose that trust. Nor did she want to lose the trust of the Elders. They could strip her of her position at any time.

[member="Rick Müller"]

 

[Davin Jusik]

Amin, or rather Rick Muller, sat on a small stool in the same rough clothing he'd worn on his Tatooine Pilgrimage. In his hands were a guitar and at his feet lay a hard hat and safety vest. Shortly after his return from the planet of the lizard folk Avalonia Command had given him a relatively simple one, get a job on Commenor and keep it. Build a cover and look for any espionage opportunities while awaiting further orders. He took a drag from the cigarette that hung from his lips and strummed a few cords listlessly. His new take on the universe after his vessel had crashed and he'd taken a near fatal dose of radiation was one of an almost intense level of calm. He felt more connected with the beings around him than he ever had before, and as a result his job had become infinitely easier. The man had the demeanor of a zen master, or a Jedi, if they were as they claimed in private life. Amin had only fought them.

Odd how little he truly knew of his long time foes.

A pair of sunglasses sat perched on his tanned, lean face. A ballcap sat comfortably backwards on his head. He appeared as he was supposed to, a migrant worker who's shift had just ended. [member="Lady Kay"] caught the Agent's eye as she neared the half constructed building. The President of a world mulling about with the common folk was something he hadn't seen in a good minute. Her guards watched the crowd with stern eyes as she spoke to those who wished to speak with her. Rick simply continued strumming on his guitar, occasionally eyeing the woman and her entourage curiously from behind the dark lenses of his glasses.

 

[Kay-Larr]

Music. She thought that she heard it catch on the wind as she spoke with some of the citizens. And it wasn't until she was on her own again, that she had found it's source. A construction worker was playing a few chords on a guitar of sorts. She glanced around at the others on the crew. They seemed to enjoy it, as evident by the pace in which they worked. Hmmm.

She clasped her hands in front of her while she walked over to where [member="Rick Müller"] sat, dressed like an upper class merchant. As of her Presidency, she always had to look her best, though she tried not to go too overboard.

"You play very well. Did you have training or just picked it up on your own?"

 

[Davin Jusik]

"Thank ya ma'am." Rick said with a cheery grin when the well off looking President [member="Lady Kay"] approached him. "My dad taught me." Wasn't a lie. When engaged in deception it did one best to not actual lie, but bend the truth around what you wanted your mark to believe. It was a tactic that required minimal effort and often only other masters of his craft could pick up, even then it was hard to pick out a lie when one isn't actually lying. His pushed his glasses down slightly as he spoke, making the right amount of eye contact, calculating the distance between too much and too little. Despite his newfound sentimentality Rick had been doing the Devil's work for so long that he himself had become a sort of Demon. Bound to his duty, following the road wherever it may take him, in spite of the bodies that lined the way.

 

[Kay-Larr]

Kay smiled and nodded. "It is a wonderful gift that he has passed on to you." [member="Rick Müller"] was lucky to have had a father to care so much. She was raised an orphan, only to discover recently that her Imperial family abandoned her as soon as they discovered that she was a Force user. And meeting her Father by chance only proved that he never changed his sentiment. He wanted nothing to do with her, nor did he want word to be spread that she was his flesh and blood.

But one can't pine over the past and wish for better things. The future was what we made of it and she spent her time trying to make it better for others, regardless of her own self. Though people would probably never guess that with her fancy dresses and leadership position. None of that was ever given to her. She has always had to work hard for what she had accomplished.

"I'm sorry if I have interrupted you on your lunch break. Please carry on and I will continue my rounds."

 

[Davin Jusik]

"Why thank you, I'm sure that'd give him a bit of a fuzzy feeling if he was still around to hear it." A tinge of sadness radiated.

"I don't think you could've interrupted my break if you tried ma'am." Rick said to [member="Lady Kay"] with a large, genuine grin. "May I ask you a question ma'am, if it's not too much trouble?" He finished in a tone that sounded of a proudly independent man about to ask for help, albeit reluctantly. If he'd read her right she would be the type of person to respect such a request from a fellow self made individual. She carried the air of the working rich, a class Amin never really had much of a chance to build an opinion of before being thrust into warfare. Mostly because they were such a rare group to legitimately run into.

Despite being a staunch fascist Rick's own views on the aristocratic class were largely negative. He viewed many of them as a necessary evil to keep the galaxy running, as decadent as the folk they railed against in speeches.

 

[Kay-Larr]

Kay nodded a little. "I'm sorry for your loss." He could have died years ago, though she wouldn't ask. Her own husband had died 12 years ago, yet still, even to this day, she finds herself mourning his passing. It was just one of the reasons that she hadn't let anyone touch her ever since. There was just too much to lose.

To [member="Rick Müller"] 's request to ask a question, she smiled and nodded. "It's no trouble at all. And please, call me Kay, or Madam President if you wish to be formal. I will do my best to answer." It wasn't as though she had all of the answers for everything, but she did try to learn as much as she could.

Her guards patiently waited, risking glances in their direction at times. They were used to Kay taking a while as she seemed to give everyone the time of day. It was almost as though she was using it as a delay tactic.

 

[Vigil]

The day was quite lovely out, the sun was in the sky, and there was a gentle breeze coming from a general northwesterly direction, not so strong as to be overbearing but quite enough to help one enjoy the lovely weather. The sky was clear, the streets were lively with the bustling life of everyday citizens, and as a number of them noted even the President couldn't resist spending some time outside, for business or for pleasure it mattered little. Quite honestly, her presence helped keep the mood of the streets rather upbeat and pleasant. Not only for what power she held, of course, but for some level of love and respect. "The people's president" was quite a fitting name for her, after all. Self made, and admirably calm and kind.

Such thoughts were in the back of the minds of several individuals present, the laborers and mothers around in particular. The former might not have the time to offer their congratulations, or their thoughts on any particular matter, but the latter had been chewing her hours that day up in particular. The guards assigned to Kay knew it quite well, how those raising young ones wished to give their children a chance to see the President up close, or to spend the time with her as much as they could. One such mother earlier had hoped to show her children the value of work, by showing them what they could possibly achieve with their life through Kay.

Even now a number hoped to yet meet and talk with the President, including a fairly young mother of three. As she walked the streets, stealing glances over to watch the President, she couldn't help but admire how active she was. Even though she likely had some official matter to see to, she still took the time to offer a small compliment, answer a question, or just say hello to her people. She had hoped to catch her free, but seeing her with the construction worker she knew it was unfortunately not to be. A tugging at her arm's sleeve gave her indication her children wished to keep going, and with a small sigh she followed their urges. With the smile of a well worn mother, she took the lead of her children towards their destination, with a final glance back at the two. Quite talented with his instrument.. perhaps he ought to try for a band..

[member="Lady Kay"] [member="Rick Müller"] <Darlyn here, in case you didn't get the PM. ^^>

 

[Davin Jusik]

"Well Kay, I think you are one of the more pleasant politicians I've had the pleasure to interact with."

"Do you know anywhere hiring for a musician? I can play all kinds of instruments, and it's sorta a little goal of mine. Don't really plan on doing this my entire life." Rick said with a chuckle to [member="Lady Kay"], gesturing towards the construction site and taking a drag of his half smoked cigarette. The thing about agents such as Amin, that lived their cover, was that they really LIVED their cover. He'd been working twelve hour days, six days a week for a while now for much lower pay than anyway doing such work deserved for there services. Doing that put a toll on one after a certain amount of time, and Amin truly felt empathy for the folk eternally roped into such work through circumstance alone. [member="Vigil"]

 

[Kay-Larr]

Kay smiled a little and bowed her head at the compliment. She was never one of those types of politicians that were hard to approach. And she always did her best to listen and help people out if they needed help. That was just her way.

When [member="Rick Müller"] asked her if she knew of anyone hiring musicians, she chewed the inside of her cheek a little. Of course she knew someone in the music industry, though he was the type to sign up bands, rather than hiring people for bands. But if someone was looking, then he would know about it. "Contact [member="Jorvan Hatha"] of the Lusha company. His head office is on Coruscant, but he's looking at having an office here in Chasin city. I don't have his card on me, but I can get it for you later. You can tell him that I sent you and that should help."

Of course Kay had no idea that Jorvan was one of the biggest Crime Lords on Coruscant that was looking at ruling the streets of Commenor as well.

[member="Vigil"]

 

[Vigil]

Was time slow, or was it merely an illusion of slowing? Even as the two, [member="Rick Müller"] and [member="Lady Kay"] spoke to one another regarding his potential career in music, another lad not far was watching quietly. Dressed head to toe in that obnoxious way a teenager might during one of their 'artsy' or, dare one say, 'edgy' phases of life, with almost all black or very dark grey clothing, he tried to come up with poetic words to describe what he saw. The elegant and lovely president, discussing something, he managed to pick up the word 'musician' from the worker's lips, despite her likely busy, hurry-some day. Putting on that overly thoughtful look, he began to jot nonsense down into a datapad, with such flowery language as 'pretty lovely face' and 'rugged hands' to describe Kay and the musician respectively. Quite honestly the boy could be doing worse, however without context he could only imagine what the two were talking about.

Very likely he would take it the wrong way, and create some sort of scandal out of it all. The People's president and the lowly worker with great dreams, it was more poetic than reality. He let his obnoxiously long bangs dangle in front of him, sinking lower and lower into his seat as he worked on his 'magnum opus' of a poem. Fortunately, he would never complete it, nor would the President have to deal with the musings of a curious teenager with an overactive imagination, as his mother soon arrived and half dragged him away by the ear. It was midday, after all. He was *supposed* to be in class, even if many workers (his mum included) were off on a break at this time.