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  1. Rilwen_Shadowflame Force Ghost

    Member Since:
    Mar 27, 2005
    star 6
    IC: Ambaros Phunett

    The Zeltron listened quietly as their task was explained. A Jedi, out there somewhere, maybe dead, maybe undercover, and their band of agents sent to investigate.

    It was not, perhaps, diplomacy as it was conventionally known. But Jedi were important. If the Jedi still lived, the Republic would not have lost yet another of its brave defenders. Not again.

    Ambaros had heard enough about Geonosis, and had wept to hear of it. The Jedi were that shining ideal for any true diplomat; fearless, incorruptible, impartial, and able to see the truth in all things. They had brought peace on countless worlds, that much had always been known - and hadn't tales of quarrels settled by Jedi been amongst case studies for those undertaking the path of a diplomat?

    The blue-haired negotiator listened further. At last, here was a topic upon which there was some value to offer. Ambaros - still in the loose dark clothing that had always proved so convenient, though today with a red scarf tied overskirt-like about the waist in some wistful concession to a birth culture that favoured the bright and eye-catching - half-raised one slim red hand. "I can be of some assistance for those of us seeking to hide their presence. My field of empathy can pick up the use of the Force; I will have some idea of when they have mastered their efforts in concealment." The voice, tones self-effacing, hovered somewhere between a low contralto and a high tenor - ambiguous, but smooth and gentle. "I do not know the full extent of how precisely I will detect it," the Zeltron admitted, "but I will try to guide any who need it as far as proves possible." No typical Zeltron exuberance to this statement; merely modesty, with a rather demure smile as accompaniment.

    TAG: All.
  2. Sith-I-5 Force Ghost

    Member Since:
    Aug 14, 2002
    star 5
    IC: Mitch Nifesta


    Mitch listened closely to the ideas put forth by the Miralian, and the Zeltron.

    With Agent Phunett's Force-sensing abilities, he might be able to run intereference for his team, in case the Separatists had fielded their own Sensitives. It would also mean he wouldn't have to take a packed lunch.

    Lim had told him about Analyst Rayya; said she was very good. Though he wanted to say something more, he decided not to.
    No, he would keep his peace and let the younger agents talk it out. Maybe he would learn something; he had already decided to accompany the team aboard the transports, since it already looked like there would be a good deal of preparation going on, and it would give them the opportunity to bond.

    The twi'lek sat back down, snapped the datapad shut, which automatically put it into hibernation, and placed it on the firm red cushion of the empty chair beside him.

    He took up the novel that he had brought with him, an actual book, flimsi pages and everything! The cover was dominated by a top-down view of a tri-clawed footprint in the ground, and within that, was the half-eaten carcass of a dark-haired human female, and if you looked really closely, you could discern a black Mythosaur skull tattooed to her porcelain-perfect right cheek.

    Interstellar bestseller apparently, though he could not see it himself, and the last in a trilogy.

    The Girl Who Played With Rancors. It was not a thick book.

    "Girl Who Had A Fething Death Wish, more like." Muttered Mitch Nifesta, literary critic, as he flipped to the first page, "You'd have thought she'd have learned her lesson in the last one, spending those 24 weeks in the Burns Unit."

    He kept his ears open for more comments from his peers.

    Tag: All agents
  3. CronaGorgon Jedi Knight

    Member Since:
    Dec 26, 2010
    Ricca

    Briefing Room - MI5 Headquarters - Coruscant


    Ricca was glad to see that she would be receiving some help from - - - FURBALL?! The mouse girl blinked incredulously as she stared at Rex as if to ask if he really had said what he said.

    "E-ehhhh?! I will have you know that I am a priestess and while I don't command the respect your people - - - FURBALL?! Ooooh!" Ricca fumed as she stamped her foot on the floor, her cheeks puffed in anger. What an inconsiderate comment! What... what disrespect! This was unbelieveable! Granted she was the youngest of the group, it didn't mean that she had to take that from... from...

    "Y-you... you... Geezer!" Ricca shouted as her fists balled themselves up and the priestess wanted to storm off in a huff. Her tail whipped around as she spun on her toes, striding angrily towards the exit of the room. She paused a moment as she turned around to stick her tongue out to the rude, nickname-giving human.

    As she stormed off she paused when the kind near-human female offered her assistance. In that instant, Ricca calmed down as if the prior had not happened. "I-I... thank you." The mouse girl bowed and considered the offer as the anger subsided and embarrassment for the outburst set in.

    "Your technological spirits aren't normally the ones I would commune with. I have been taught to speak your language but reading it is far from my capability. If it wouldn't be too much trouble, I'd love the help..." Ricca smiled kindly towards Pythia and gave a slow nod to Ambaros as well.

    She believed she was ready for this mission now, as it was her first of likely many more if things went well. Her ability to conjure this magical "Force" seemed to be a problem and she did not wish to jeopardize the safety of her squadmates.

    Not even the Geezer.

    Wait... FURBALL?!


    TAG: Rex, Pythia, Ambaros, any in the room
  4. Livi-Wan Force Ghost

    Member Since:
    Sep 29, 2002
    star 4
    Pythia Rayya, MI5 Briefing Room

    Pythia was glad she'd been able to mollify Ricca somewhat. This seemed like a volatile group and she wasn't looking forward to shepherding them around Nadiem if they kept bickering all the time.

    "It's my job to help you in any way I can, Agent Ricca." Pythia smiled, adding a nod of gratitude to Ambaros. "Your ability to detect the Force will come in very handy measuring everyone's progress, thank you. It'll probably be useful in finding Master Sharkey, too."

    Abilities. The word sparked an idea in the Mirialan's mind. Wasn't there something about-? Ah. Turning around, Pythia mentally scanned the rest of the group, putting names to faces, before addressing Nifesta. In an obvious show of contempt for the proceedings, the twi'lek seemed to have his nose stuck in a book. Groaning inwardly, Pythia cleared her throat for his attention.

    "Agent Nifesta, your file indicates that you already have some competence in concealing your Force presence. It would be best if you teach Agents Ricca and Heaven your method."

    [TAG All]
  5. Sith-I-5 Force Ghost

    Member Since:
    Aug 14, 2002
    star 5
    IC: Mitch Nifesta


    Mitch was looking, glaring, at the words on the page, but not seeing them.

    He was worrying about his niece. Regardless of how she had come into his life, he had eventually invested some good emotional energy in making sure she was safe and happy.
    Judicial Forces had been safe; poodle about the galaxy, ferrying diplomats from one trouble spot to another.

    Now there was a war on, and not just that, reason for MI5 to investigate her vicinity. He had yet to call up High General Tiin's crew manifest on the datapad, but he knew, somehow, that his Ewlla was involved there. At Nadiem.

    He remembered some MI5 missions. Alderaan. Ord Mantell. In his time, they had had a habit of running out of control real fast.

    Black spots swimming across his vision reminded him that he had forgotten to breathe. He deliberately inhaled deeply, .

    The Eyeballs guy had said they would meet the High General. Maybe if he convinced him to second Ewlla to his team, where he could keep an eye on-

    "E-ehhhh?! I will have you know that I am a priestess and while I don't command the respect your people - - - FURBALL?! Ooooh."

    Agent Ricci was throwing her dollies out of the pram over something. Had she really stamped her foot? Probably past her bedtime.

    "Agent Nifesta," The sound of his name caught the twi'lek's attention, and he lowered the novel to look towards the speaker. It was that young Miralian. Now that she had turned towards him, he noted the cute sprinkle of tattoos across her nose and under her eyes. They confirmed Lim's assessment; she was good at something, alright. "your file indicates that you already have some competence in concealing your Force presence. It would be best if you teach Agents Ricca and Heaven your method."

    "Does it?" he frowned. True, he had caught Dark Jedi on the hop in decades gone by, but from what he remembered, the darksiders had invariably been distracted, and Mitch could really shift if he thought he was going to get a meal out of it. He almost asked her if it was his file she had looked at, but her expression stopped him in his tracks. "Right you are, Mission Controller." He confirmed brightly, beaming up at her, "It would be my pleasure."

    The lying bag of crap, uh, the God of Cops tensed, waiting for a Force-user to call him out. It was only a lie in that he had no clue what to show Ricca and Heaven. He'd have to do a self-analysis first, break it down.
    Still, he did appreciate Rayya's attempt to involve him.

    Play her cards right, she'd get another tattoo out of this.

    Tag: All agents
  6. Twinky_Stryder Jedi Master

    Member Since:
    Nov 16, 2003
    star 4
    IC: Tara Okeanos
    Briefing room


    Tara sat straight in her chair, listening to M's briefing. Finding a Jedi wasn't going to be easy, especially one that possibly didn't want to be found. She took in all the details of the man in the holo. It seemed to Tara that he was either dead, on a deep cover mission like the clones had reported or possibly had even gone rogue. Hopefully it was simply a case of the second one. All of the various reports she'd heard on the holonet since the war began suggested that anything could be possible.

    She looked round at the other agents and wondered how many of them were new recruits like her and if anyone else specialised in hand to hand combat. They all seemed fairly professional, apart from the creepy looking Twi'Lek and the guy who just suggested shooting the Jedi.
    A few were discussing how the Force sensitive agents could hide themselves. She didn't have the Force, so it wasn't an issue for her, but she listened out of curiousity. She had only seen Jedi years ago at the parade of peace after Naboo's Invasion.

    She wanted to lean back and just listen to the others, no questions here occuring to her at the moment, but she didn't want to leave a bad impression on the other agents.


    TAG: any
  7. Jedi Gunny Yahtzee Host

    Game Host
    Member Since:
    May 20, 2008
    star 8
    IC: Taz Shiliya

    The speech droned on, and Taspa found herself falling asleep at least once during the entire presentation. The only things she had really caught during the entire speech was that there was going to be a floating eyeball that was supposed to help them, and that they would need to go undercover to find the missing Jedi. It was this point that actually made Taspa have to think things through, something that she was not exactly used to having to do. She hardly ever second-guessed herself; if she had, her career would have gone in the tank years before. By not asking questions, and just going with the flow, she had made a decent name for herself. The question was this; if all of the agents were to get their disguises, what was she going to be disguised as? If that was to be a clone trooper, it wouldn't work; her head would never fit into a clone helmet. Surely the MI5 team had figured this out, and had decided to put her in civilian clothing for the mission. At least she hoped they had.

    The Force-sensitives were asking questions about how they were to disguise themselves. Taspa didn't think that this was such a big problem. Why was it such a big deal? She didn't understand the "Force", and what it was designed to do. In her opinion, it was a special power that some had and could easily misuse in the name of politics or money. There was too much power concentrated in it, if it indeed existed, and she really didn't want anything to do with it. All she cared was that the force-sensitives would get their act together and figure out what they were going to do to disguise themselves.

    Taz decided that there was nothing of importance to ask at the moment. There was nothing to question; if one doesn't know where they're going or what they're going to do when they get there, what is there to ask ahead of time? Improvisation was a key card to play in Taspa's mind; it had gotten her this far, and she wasn't looking back. Plans never worked as intended, so why bother following them exactly? "Winging it" did the trick most of the time. The only thing she was at all curious about was the amount of flying she would get to engage in for the mission. Thus, devoid of questions, she sat there, waiting for the mission to begin, whenever that was.

    TAG: Everyone
  8. Dubya_Scott Force Ghost

    Member Since:
    Jun 11, 2002
    star 5
    OOC: Wow. It's kind of weird reading the posts from you veteran MI5 players, namely Livi and Rilwen. I'm reading the posts expecting Carfax and Ruana. :p It's gonna take some getting-used-to.





    IC: M, Etan, Digika, Europa, Rax Chopchura
    Briefing Room
    MI5 HQ
    Coruscant


    M was about to answer the first question posed by the young Ricca, when the other agents starting speaking. He just stopped and watched everything that was happening.

    Nifesta seemed a bit...silly? And almost as if he didn't really care about the mission. Ricca seemed to act like, well, a 15 year old girl. And the alcoholic Rex Heaven seemed like he had potential to be the "troublemaker" among the group. The androgynous Agent Phunett seemed to be the most professional about the situation. M continued taking in everything that was happening, trying to predict how things may go in the field. He wondered if his predecessor had this much to worry about with his agents.

    If only he knew...

    M felt the proposition from Pythia Rayya, his Mission Controller, was a good one. Working directly with these Force-Sensitive agents (who appeared to be the only ones causing a ruckus) would be good. She would get a great idea of how these agents' personalities were, and that would come in handy considering she was the one supervising the mission.

    Muc'cib Etan just stayed seated and chuckled inwardly at the whole situation. He always got a kick out of watching the galaxies "finest agents" work together.

    Europa, on the other hand, shook her head. It never failed. It seemed that every mission had it's problems. Ever since she joined the agency all those years ago, none of the missions had ever gone smoothly.

    Digika just sat and awaited orders from one of his superiors.

    Rax Chopchura, the Pantoran agent, listened to the others discuss the Force-Sensitive situation. He wasn't Force-Sensitive so he could care less about it. When he noticed the two females, one human and one twi'lek, still sitting down and not involved in the discussion, he figured they couldn't use the Force either.

    Getting up and moving down the row a few seats, Rax stood near them. Nodding toward the others, he said to the women jokingly, "Kind of makes me glad I'm not Force-Sensitive."

    TAG: Twinky, JEDIGUNSHIP, any others wishing to interact.../>
  9. Sith-I-5 Force Ghost

    Member Since:
    Aug 14, 2002
    star 5
    IC: Agent Mitch Nifesta, Briefing.


    The twi'lek saw the blue-skinned Pantoran agent move down a few seats to stand next to two of the women, and overheard him whisper, "Kind of makes me glad I'm not Force-Sensitive.."

    The God of Cops found this rather condescending, though it was doubtful that anyone witnessed the 'pot calling the kettle black' moment.

    Letting the side down, are we? Mitch deliberately put his book away. They HAD been dismissed, so by this point in the proceedings, the gathered agents should be heading for their transports.

    On the plus side, there were no intrusion klaxons going off, which had happened during his last two briefings. Security had definitely improved around here!

    The twi'lek placed the book and datapad on the chair beside him, and stood up, hoping that the Mission Controller did not count this action as stepping on her toes.

    He clapped his hands loudly to get everyone's attention, then talked to the group.
    "Alright, I'm Agent Mitch Nifesta. Two teams. Two transports. Agent Shiliya? Please arrange have the first ship ready to go in thirty minutes. Anyone who is ready now, can go with her. Docking Bay 8; Analyst Rayya is in charge."

    Mitch paused for breath, then continued, "Any Force Sensitives who need training; anybody who needs to check in with Q'u Branch first, and won't be ready in time, will be coming with me aboard the 'Unlucky. Second team will roll in forty-five minutes.
    Anybody who is ready, and wants something to do, ask me.
    " He looked over heads towards the stage. "Senior Agent Europa? I trust you will have all that you have shown us, downloaded to our datapads before we leave?"

    He turned back to their transport pilot. "Agent Shiliya? Can you give me an approximate journey time to Nadiem?"

    Tag: Europa, Taz, all.
  10. Rilwen_Shadowflame Force Ghost

    Member Since:
    Mar 27, 2005
    star 6
    IC: Ambaros Phunett

    Ambaros's voice was barely raised, merely the intensity was increased, to cope with the result of the large Twi'lek's impatience. "If we can avoid rushing off hastily before we are fully supplied with all the things we will need..."

    There was a glance at M, and at Pythia. "The original plan, I recall, was to combine 'clones' and 'civilians.'" One red hand gestured eloquently at the other MI5 agents. "I fear we lack sufficient individuals who could adequately portray a clone." Ambaros motioned to the Twi'leks and Elomin of the group, all of whom were possessed of certain features that would make helmets difficult. The next gesture was to Ricca, too small, and the others, like Tara, who would not have the size for the armour.

    Ambaros nodded toward Rax. "We have one, I think." A dubious look toward Rex Heaven. "Perhaps two."

    It was plain that the plan did not hold up so well when faced with the reality of the agents being sent out. With an air of professionalism, the Zeltron glanced again toward Nifesta before continuing, "With all respect to the more experienced individuals here, I feel that we should obtain suitable equipment from the technical personnel before we depart, and engage in our initial planning here, before our numbers are split aboard different ships; face-to-face planning is both more secure and more easily understood than planning conducted over ship comms."

    Tag: All
  11. Sith-I-5 Force Ghost

    Member Since:
    Aug 14, 2002
    star 5
    IC: Agent Mitch Nifesta, Briefing.


    "If we can avoid rushing off hastily before we are fully supplied with all the things we will need..."

    "Hastily? Frag you." The twi'lek retorted defensively.

    The supposed diplomat went on to elucidate matters that Mitch felt were going to be dealt with aboard the Flying Eyeballs space station, when the disguises were going to be sorted out.

    "With all respect to the more experienced individuals here, I feel that we should obtain suitable equipment from the technical personnel before we depart, and engage in our initial planning here, before our numbers are split aboard different ships; face-to-face planning is both more secure and more easily understood than planning conducted over ship comms."

    Mitch looked towards Agent Phunett. "With all due respect, Agent..." He stopped there.

    If her selective hearing had chosen to ignore the space station; and had chosen not to hear him also suggest getting suitable equipment, anything he had to add would be a waste of oxygen.

    Maybe he had been spoiled by the efficiency of the Human Resistance.

    He started moving towards the aisle. If there was no hurry to depart, he wanted to check on a couple of things missing from the briefing. "You plan. I am going to check in with the Jedi Temple and Bakura before we leave."

    His tan robes sweeping behind him, the EPE strode from the hall.

    After a moment, his book and datapad rose from the chair where he had forgotten them, and floated after their master, the datapad opening in mid-flight, Nifesta's voice saying: "The Darth Unlucky goes in forty-five minutes."

    Tag: all
  12. Rilwen_Shadowflame Force Ghost

    Member Since:
    Mar 27, 2005
    star 6
    IC: Ambaros Phunett

    Mild, unruffled by the contradiction, and choosing to disregard as graciously as possible the insult given by the clearly-frustrated Twi'lek, Ambaros merely noted, "A plan is easier to change from here than out in the field. Less waiting required for equipment, and the weight of authority on-site to notify those with whom we are to work." The Zeltron nodded slightly toward M and Pythia.

    It was, after all, somewhat more difficult to change a plan once out beyond their centre of operations, where new equipment was harder to find and took longer to arrive if it proved that different items were needed, and where there wasn't a boss handy to tell others of the change in plans - and oh, Ambaros had experienced enough of that kind of fuss in the past. Somehow, no matter for whom one was authorised to speak, it always seemed to be more swiftly accepted coming from them instead. It seemed to be an irritatingly constant rule of diplomacy.

    "If, however, it is preferred that we depart immediately, I am sure we will endeavour to succeed within the parameters possible upon the station and beyond it."

    Tag: MI5 peoples
  13. Jedi Gunny Yahtzee Host

    Game Host
    Member Since:
    May 20, 2008
    star 8
    IC: Taz Shiliya
    Briefing Room

    "Kind of makes me glad I'm not Force-Sensitive.." said the blue-skinned Pantoran agent, who had made his way over to Taz and the human female agent, whose name Taz still did not know. Although she knew it was a rather condescending remark given the circumstances, Taz gave a small smirk. The Force-sensitives looked to be in no shape to be of much help on the mission; all they had was a small teenaged humanoid and a drunk. Had MI5 really taken the time to scout these people before offering them a job? Had she been running the operation, she at least would have looked up some more names before calling in these two. But it was no matter; this was the hand she was dealt, and she would have to deal with it.

    The pale-looking Twi?lek, whom Taz had given a quizzical first look at, had made his way over to the three of them sitting there. She watched as he put his book away; it was odd, really. The fact that he was that pale and was still living was rather curious. Her entire race had probably never witnessed such a sight as this pale man, or if they had, they had made sure never to mention it in public. She didn?t understand how he could live, and at the same time, she really didn?t care. Odds were that she would find out a few things about him during the mission, and be able to answer her queries. He had finally made his way to an area where everyone in the room could see him, and clapped his hands. All of the heads snapped towards him, Taz?s included.

    "Alright, I'm Agent Mitch Nifesta. Two teams. Two transports. Agent Shiliya? Please arrange have the first ship ready to go in thirty minutes. Anyone who is ready now, can go with her. Docking Bay 8; Analyst Rayya is in charge."

    Knew this was going to happen sooner or later. Taz stood up.

    ?Agent Shiliya here. Everyone who?s packed and ready to leave, come with me. We?re taking off in 30, people, so we can?t waste any time.? However, she did not leave quite yet; in case there was more information necessary for her flight route, she needed to stick around. It was of paramount importance that the entire MI5 team make it to their destination. The pressure was on her to not make a mistake, and to safely transport roughly half of the team. It was going to be an interesting ride.

    "Agent Shiliya? Can you give me an approximate journey time to Nadiem?" Nifesta continued.

    ?Judging from the data in the nav computer, it?ll be about 5 hours to our destination. Of course, that?s a rough estimate, but it will give us ample time to prepare. Now, if you?ll excuse me, I?ll go run system diagnostics to get the ship running. I?ll be in the hangar.? With that, she walked out of the briefing room, holding her datapad in hand. It definitely was going to be one hell of an experience.

    TAG: Everyone

    OOC: I?m not exactly sure how long it?ll take to get to the destination, so I just put down a random number.

  14. Rilwen_Shadowflame Force Ghost

    Member Since:
    Mar 27, 2005
    star 6
    OOC: More like six days according to one handy knowledgeable sort, unless we're travelling at speed of plot.
  15. LightWarden Force Ghost

    Member Since:
    Oct 11, 2001
    star 4
    OOG: Here is a map of the Outer Rim. Nadiem is over in U-11, way over on the right (it's not actually on the map because it's a dinky backwater world, but it is in the index for the Essential Atlas, I just looked it up. Coruscant is the dot at the intersection between K|L and 9|10, Galactic Coordinates 0,0,0, the center of the galaxy's maps). This is the Outer Rim. Getting where you want to go might take somewhere on the order of four days with an MI5 ship, six to eight days with Nifesta's (Class 2 is considered booking it for military during the Clone Wars, civilian ships are usually Class 3 or Class 4). This is why ships usually have places to sleep and eat, and carry supplies. The galaxy is a big place. That is why fleet movements are such a big deal during the Clone Wars, since it could be days or weeks before reinforcements get there. You're probably going to stick to the main hyperspace routes (the white lines) because they're the most frequently mapped with the best up-to-date data in the system, which means you're going to loop around instead of making a beeline for it, adding to the travel time. You can make a beeline for it and maybe shave a third to half the time off, but because the astronavigation data is days, weeks, months or even years out of date, there may be something there that wasn't there before (specifically, other celestial bodies), and you might just wind up scattering yourself across the galaxy (and not in the fun way). The whole point of navicomputers is figuring out what celestial objects are in the general area by the time you get there, and it's a good idea to know what was there, how long ago they last saw it, and where it was heading. Not only is the future always in motion, but so's the rest of the galaxy. Navigating through hyperspace ain't like dusting crops, which is why there's so much fighting and money running on hyperspace routes. Obviously, travel times don't apply to certain Force users (who don't even need hyperdrives, though they do have the same risk of blowing themselves up by jumping into the wrong areas), which is why it's an amazingly powerful ability.

    Of course, hyperspace travels at the speed of plot in the films, so it's up to Dubya to decide.
  16. Dubya_Scott Force Ghost

    Member Since:
    Jun 11, 2002
    star 5
    OOC: Ahh, yes. My technical advisor, LightWarden. :)




    IC: M, Europa, Digika, Etan, Rax
    MI5 HQ - Briefing Room


    Agent Nifesta had made his decision and left the room.

    M was a bit surprised at his actions. He knows the 200 year old Twi'lek called himself the "God of Cops", and he was a veteran among the group of agents, but did he really need to lash out like that?

    Europa turned to look at the Head of MI5, knowing what he was thinking just from the look on his face, and said, "I've been on missions with him before. Just let him blow off some steam and let me talk to him."

    "Well," Muc'cib Etan said, standing up. "If you'll excuse me, I've got some other business to tend to. You're agents have the coordinates for out space station?"

    Digika held up a datapad. "Yes, sir. All the information has been downloaded to all agents datapads."

    "Fine," Etan said. "I'll see you all later."

    As Mr. Etan exited the Briefing Room, M said to the rest of the agents, "Alright. You'll obviously have time to pack your things and visit Q'u Branch if you wish. But we are on a tight schedule, so it would be best to take care of those things now. The Force-Sensitives can take the same transport to discuss their Force abilities while en route to Nadiem. And, if Analyst Rayya would be so kind as to accompany them, whether in person or by holo, to help them with that it would be much appreciated. The rest of you can take another transport if you wish." He quickly glanced toward Taz, knowing she was a pilot. "Some MI5 transports are being prepped as we speak."

    The blue-skinned Rax walked up to the red-skinned Phunett. He wasn't quite sure how to address the Zeltron... He or she? "Hey. Guess the big Twi'lek didn't like your suggestion. You okay?"

    TAG: All still in the Briefing Room.../>
  17. Rilwen_Shadowflame Force Ghost

    Member Since:
    Mar 27, 2005
    star 6
    IC: Ambaros Phunett

    Ambaros blinked and looked up at the solidly-muscled Pantoran. "Oh? Oh, yes, it is of little consequence." There was a self-deprecating little laugh. "I am accustomed to disagreement, even disagreement as vehement as that." The Zeltron's dark blue eyes gleamed with something that was almost amusement. "I will be fine. I regret that it has triggered his temper, but we will see how time mends that."

    A stretch and a glance around preceded the next comment. "Now, perhaps you and any others who choose might come with me to Q'u labs? I should like to see what is available to help us there."

    A thought came to the red-skinned diplomat. "A moment, please." It was simple enough to approach Pythia, and give a polite cough. "Ah... Analyst Rayya, I believe you will know our specialties... If it turns out there are none here with more than basic first aid knowledge, perhaps that might be a suggestion for some kind of assistance that might meet us upon the station?" A wryly demure little head-dip, and the Zeltron continued, "I do not wish to presume, but I do feel it might be a comfort to all involved if someone accompanying us could tell medicine from mud?"

    This last light bit of humour softened the gravity of the request, which had reasons even beyond the need to keep the MI5 agents in one piece. They did not know what had happened to the Jedi they were looking for, after all, and it was a nightmarish thought for Ambaros that they might find the man, only to watch him die of wounds, incurred in some struggle, that none of them could mend or ease.

    Tag: Rax, Pythia, any
  18. Livi-Wan Force Ghost

    Member Since:
    Sep 29, 2002
    star 4
    Pythia Rayya, Briefing Room

    Any good impression Nifesta had made by agreeing with Pythia was utterly destroyed when he ordered everybody about, argued with Ambaros and then flounced out of the room. Standing very still, Pythia took several deep breaths and mentally played the Zerich, M.D theme tune in her head. It calmed her down, okay? It certainly reduced the urge to slice into Nifesta's MI5 files and put him on canteen duty for the duration of the war.

    Luckily, most of the other agents seemed competent and agreeable enough to sort things out for themselves. Pythia wasn't aware of anyone needing her until she heard Ambaros' voice behind her.

    "A moment, please." Pythia turned and put on her best Competent Face. "Ah... Analyst Rayya, I believe you will know our specialties... If it turns out there are none here with more than basic first aid knowledge, perhaps that might be a suggestion for some kind of assistance that might meet us upon the station? I do not wish to presume, but I do feel it might be a comfort to all involved if someone accompanying us could tell medicine from mud?"

    "Well, it is time I introduced you to Agent Ricca." The Mirialan replied, indicating the mouse girl. "As a priestess of her tribe, she uses her connection to the Force for healing- augmented by skills in first aid and herbalism. In fact, it was precisely these skills that led us to select her for the mission. We don't want Master Sharkey dead any more than you do."

    She paused, and smiled in what she hoped was a reassuring manner. "I think you'll find that most of what you need has already been taken into consideration and is waiting for you with a Q'u Branch rep at the Flying Eyeballs' station. This covers disguises, gadgets and the like. I'm sorry that that wasn't clear in the briefing."

    The wonders of Q'u Branch, she supposed. Everything an agent needed, before they knew they needed it.

    [TAG Ambaros, any]
  19. Rilwen_Shadowflame Force Ghost

    Member Since:
    Mar 27, 2005
    star 6
    IC: Ambaros Phunett

    Listening to Pythia, the Zeltron nodded amiably. "No doubt Q'u labs will have sent all they see fit." There was a rueful little smile. "I merely wanted to be sure, since it is a long way away from further supplies if it turns out we need something else." They could not, after all, afford to sit on a station for days while items were brought for them; what they had at that point would be what they'd have to use.

    The same went for authorisation; the further away they were upon needing to rework a plan, the more difficult authorisation would be, and the less secure it might be to get it. One message from M to those involved was safer, by sheer law of statistics, than a message back to Coruscant followed by a message from M. From the line of suggestions, it was clear that Ambaros had been thinking along these lines, in a 'better safe than sorry' manner.

    The Zeltron viewed questions as a necessary part of the mission; when one was set to accomplish a task, one owed it to those setting the task to think it through and be absolutely sure one's chosen approach would work. Charging in blindly tended to be counterproductive.

    "I fear I have some qualms about confining Force-sensitives to the same ship as a being rumours tell me eats same, on a long journey, while involved in the often frustrating teaching process. A flare of temper toward them, and..." Ambaros gave a little head-shake. "But they are merely my personal concerns, and I will not interfere with what is decided." Truth be told, Nifesta's fit of temper earlier did not speak highly of his restraint, in the eyes of the diplomat. Still, Ambaros would not go beyond suggestions, having every confidence that Pythia knew what she was doing.

    TAG: Pythia, any
  20. Livi-Wan Force Ghost

    Member Since:
    Sep 29, 2002
    star 4
    Pythia Rayya, Briefing Room

    "Believe me, I understand your concerns about Agent Nifesta." Pythia replied, "But I have been assured by Senior Analyst Lim that he badly wants to be a part of MI5 again. I have the feeling that this will stop Nifesta from going too far."

    She shrugged, indicating that she herself was a little skeptical of Nifesta's use in the mission as well. Still, Pythia trusted her superiors. This wasn't the old MI5- if Nifesta didn't behave, he'd be dropped.

    "As to your other concerns, I'll be in contact with the team at all times from the Flying Eyeball's station, and I'll be sitting on a secure Holonet connection straight to MI5 HQ." Pythia smiled, trying to reassure them. "You're a spy now, Ambaros, not a diplomat. There comes a point where you need to stop planning and jump in. Delaying endlessly won't help rescue this Jedi any more than charging in blindly will. Trust that MI5 has your back, and do your best."

    [TAG Ambaros]
  21. Rilwen_Shadowflame Force Ghost

    Member Since:
    Mar 27, 2005
    star 6
    IC: Ambaros Phunett

    The Mirialan's advice was mildly ironic, Ambaros reflected, in light of the way some beings tended to view diplomats; half-politician, half-spy. With a sincere smile, the Zeltron said, "Thank you for your assurances. I will be ready whenever it is that we depart." With this and a briefly inclined head, Ambaros turned to go.

    There were only a few things, absent a trip to the labs, that the Zeltron wished to collect; all belongings that would be brought along were in a storage locker on the way to where the ships were held, and could be picked up on the way there.

    To Rax, Ambaros said, rejoining him with a half-smile, "It seems a trip to the labs is not in the cards at this point. Ah well, I'm sure they knew better than I what to send to the station for us."

    Tag: Pythia, Rax, any
  22. PRENNTACULAR VIP

    Member Since:
    Dec 21, 2005
    star 6
    IC: Rex Heaven
    Briefing Room

    Having thrown in his two cents, Rex sat back to watch the ensuing milieu of thoughts and opinions. The little mouse girl had obviously taken offense to his endearing term.

    Royalty can never take a joke.

    After a few minutes of watching the entertainment, Rex noticed that the Twi'lek got up to leave, storming out of the room. There goes the one fella I liked he thought to himself. I guess you can't win them all. After the madness calmed a bit, it seemed like some consensus was reached. Rex was to ride to the randevouz point with the mouse, and anybody else wiling to help them. Quickly tiring of all this sitting, he rose with a monstrous stretch and deep, meaty yawn.

    Looking explicitly at the pretty females in the room, gravely breath tinted with the smell of strong whiskey, he asked "So who wants a ride on my ship?"

    The wink at the end was just enough to drive every woman within a ten meter radius crazy, he reckoned.


    TAG: All in the briefing room
  23. Twinky_Stryder Jedi Master

    Member Since:
    Nov 16, 2003
    star 4
    IC: Tara Okeanos


    Tara hovered near the Zeltron and their Mission Control support, Tara couldn't recall either of their names, as they discussed the Force-healer and their equipment from Q branch.

    "I'm sure that M wouldn't have included a priestess in the mission team if he didn't think her skills would be needed. As for the....frankly disturbing Twi'lek, I suppose the same point also applies for him." She offered a friendly smile.

    "I'm Tara, Tara Okeanos."

    The obnoxious drunk staggered over with his breath making Tara want to stumble as if she were the one who has been drinking.

    "So who wants a ride on my ship?"

    Tara narrowed her eyes. The temptation to give a swift knee strike to the man's mid section, followed by and elbow srike to the back of his head when he doubles over and then throwing him to the floor, was a big one. However she really didn't need to physically attack someone just ebfore their first mission, even if he was asking for it with that wink. She turned away from him and to the other two.

    "I only need to grab my pack from my locker, I was expecting a rushed departure. Care to join me on the way to the shuttle, since it seems we'll be meeting Q branch at the space station?"


    TAG: Pythia, Ambaros, Rex
  24. Dubya_Scott Force Ghost

    Member Since:
    Jun 11, 2002
    star 5
    IC: M, Europa, Digika, Rax
    MI5 HQ - Briefing Room

    Finally satisfied that the remaining agents had all agreed to begin heading out toward Nadiem, M nodded toward his Chief of Staff. "They're all yours, Europa. I'll be in my office."

    "Of course, sir," Europa responded. As M walked past her and headed for the door, she turned to the Bothan synth-droid. "Thank you, Digika. You can head back to Q'u Branch."

    The Bothan bowed slightly and said, "Yes ma'am." He, too, headed for the doorway.

    In another part of the Briefing Room, Agent Rax Chopchura was mingling with his fellow agents.

    Ambaros said, "It seems a trip to the labs is not in the cards at this point. Ah well, I'm sure they knew better than I what to send to the station for us."

    Rax nodded in agreement. Then Tara mentioned the Force skills of Ricca and Nifesta. But before Rax could say anything in response, the intoxicated Rex appeared and asked reeking of alcohol, "So who wants a ride on my ship?"

    Tara seemed to ignore the man completely.

    Rax put a muscular hand on Rex's shoulder to stop him from swaying back and forth. "You okay, bud? I'm not sure you're in the best condition to be piloting a ship right now." He'd seen enough riff-raff in his time as a bodyguard, and this guy seemed to bring back some memories from that time.

    TAG: Anyone still in the Briefing Room...
  25. Kahn_Iceay Force Ghost

    Member Since:
    Mar 5, 2006
    star 5
    Mother Tested, Dubya Approved


    Name: Adrien Phal
    Species: Corellian (Human)
    Gender: Male
    Previous Profession: CorSec Officer (Captain)
    Skills: Adrien?s training and time in the Corellian Security Force has made him a sort of jack of all trades. He can hold himself in a fight, drive a speeder like nobody?s business, fly civilian transports with some margin of skill, and can make use of most of a medkit if the situation calls for it. But as one might expect his primary skills are detective work, and use of his trusty blaster.
    Age: 35
    Appearance: Adrien has short dusty brown hair, matching eyes, and a regularly appearing 5 o?clock shadow you could sharpen knives with. His looks are far from spectacular, average looking if anything, though he's very physically fit. His outfit reflects his past job, wearing the traditional CorSec vest and pants, though now in black with a matching undershirt. He stands 5'10".
    Accessories: S-5 Blaster Pistol w/ cable launcher attachment
    Stun Baton
    Wrist Link/Datapad
    Short Bio: Adrien is not a happy man, not really. He had the ?best damn job in the galaxy? as a CorSec Officer patrolling the streets of Coronet City. Then several months ago Adrien was pulled from his beat, assigned some government watchdog by the name of Hortega. Hortega it turned out worked for Coruscanti Intelligence, and his purpose for ruing Adrien?s life was a series of kidnappings that took young women from Coruscant, to Corellia, before they disappeared for good. Too important to do the job themselves they pulled Corellians off their own duties to clean up their messes.

    As one might expect the mess was indeed cleaned up in a direct and appropriate CorSec fashion involving blasters, a broken nose, and a few words not appropriate for young readers. Job well done however Adrien full well expected to be put back on his old assignment to go back to doing some good, unfortunately this was not the case.

    His direct and quick response to a duty he fully well made obvious he was no pleased with impressed someone important somewhere, or made an enemy of them. Either way Adrien soon found himself dismissed with honors from CorSec and assigned to the SGIS due to his ?impressive skill and ability?. Adrien has since spent the months between then and now being briefed about SGIS operations and generally being displeased with the situation.

    Personality: Normally Adrien?s a friendly fellow as he was known for back in CorSec, he knew the names of everybody in his division, spent time with them as friends, and was even known to buy gifts for their children on their birthdays. This activity however came about during the course of working very closely with these men and women for quite a while and it is highly unlikely he?ll be quite so open to anybody within SGIS in the slightest at first.

    Additionally he holds no illusions of being immediately embraced. He knows quite well that he?s an SGIS rookie. At the same time however he?s spent most of his life working on becoming, and being a member of the most skilled police force in the Galaxy and knows his capabilities. That aside, he?ll do what it takes to complete a mission, even if it means working with oddballs and nerf herders. After all you can take the boy out of CorSec but you can?t take CorSec out of the boy.

    Anything else to add:

    Still owns his CorSec Police Speeder - Its identical to a Coruscant police speeder, only owned and operated by people with talent. Much like his uniform it took a dark makeover after his transfer.
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