Star Wars CLOSED THE GALAXY AT WAR: EPISODE V: ACT I: EMERGENCE

OCC: Co-GM approved. I am taking this character on. She was previously run by ArgenPalos, a wonderful writer and a gentleman. I would gladly cede Mon Mothma to AP or another such able writer with the Co-GM's approval.

Name: Mon Mothma of Chandrila
Age: 25
Gender: Female
Species: Human
Eye Color: Blue
Hair Color and Style: Auburn, short, cropped hair
Skin Complexion: Fair
Clothing: Formal garments native of Chandrila, typically a white or off-white color
Physique: 1.5 meters tall, slim, graceful appearance
Personality: Serious, passionate about her work as a politician, strong voice in the crumbling Senate
Quirks: Ever the passionate idealist, she occasionally clashes with the not-so bold Bail Organa, whose realism contrasts with her ready-to-act nature
Force Sensitive: No



-Brief History:
Groomed from childhood for public service, Senator Mon Mothma of Chandrila is an outspoken political idealist and a firm believer in democracy. She is one of the first Senators to become alarmed at Palpatine's growing power, and is one of the new Empire?s greatest opponents. Together with Senator Bail Organa and Chancellor Elect Padme Amidala, two individuals who share similar views regarding the political mess of the day. Mon Mothma helps organize a resistance group, the Rebel Alliance to combat the tyranny of Palpatine and his Empire. In the past few years, Mon Mothma has ceaselessly worked to further the aims of the Alliance. Following the death of Padme, she and Bail Organa have taken up the joint leadership, although General Torian Darkeyes and Admiral Fidelis lead all military operations. Mothma continued to use her influence in the Senate, but her cover was blown and receiving advance notice from a friend that she would be arrested, Mon Mothma had to leave Imperial Center and go into hiding, shortly thereafter joining with the Rebel Alliance on Yavin IV.

 

IC: Mon Mothma as Jadina Weiss-Hexa
LOCATION: Senate red carpet and Atrium

Mon adjusted the jacket of her white and gold-shot suit. It was through Bail’s aegis that Mothma was able to procure an invitation and he had arranged an escort for her, as well. However, Mon had decided it was best to go this subterfuge alone, rather than risk the unmasking of another helpful agent for the Alliance. Better not to gamble a scarce asset. “I must have my head examined-one of these fine days,” she said under her breath while skirted a large group of Imperial Admiralty officers who seemed to be garnering the attention and adoration of the crowds and press, alike. Thankful for the distraction, she hurried along with others on the carpet, eager to find their place in the Atrium before the reception began.

She hoped Master Shuri was faring well and moving along with her mission. The sooner they collected the information, supplies, and artifacts they’d come to retrieve, the better. Every hour had to count and every hour spent in the spider’s lair that was Coruscant, the more they risked discovery.

The relative quiet of the vaulted reception area was welcome after the shrill noise of the crowds. However as Mon looked through the wide multiple doors of intricately cut transparasteel, she could hear voices echoing in the Atrium beyond, that and an orchestra tuning up after playing a short dance.

For a moment, Mon, of decent height for a human, stood tiptoed to peer over those preceding her as they entered the great transparasteel enclosed plaza that was the Senate Atrium. She searched the room looking for Bail, but it was a tremendously large space, not to mention the many tiers of balconied floors that let onto the soaring clear roof above. Many tables were at those balconies as well as on the main floor. Her table would be next to his, so though she did not see him, she was sure to do so at some point tonight. Standing in one spot as she was, an officer bumped into her and for a moment stood studying her face for a moment before saying belatedly, “Excuse me ...Madame.”

“Oh, don’t mention it.” said Mon with a gentle smile.

“But I do...” he returned, a distinct accent apparent in his speech. He had a ruddy complexion, a square jaw, and a touch of grey in his red hair-something his fellow “ginger” had noted right away. The big man stepped up and bowed, then, with some slight embarrassment evident in his hazel eyes, offered, “I’d like to ... get you a drink, if I may. Are you attending the reception alone, tonight?”

Mon pursed her lips and looked down to collect her thoughts. This certainly was an opportunity. “I am on my own, this evening, yes, though that’s not an issue, but I’d love a drink. I need to find my.... eh ...table,” she said as more beings were walking past them. She pull to one side as a couple passed close to them. Clearly, they were beginning to be an impediment to the flow.

“Certainly, I’ll walk along with you, if you don’t mind. I, too, am on my own this evening, though on duty, in part. I don’t think I introduced myself,” said the large officer, giving a curt bow. “I’m Captain Jan di Toli…”

TAG: open

 

IC: Queen Amidala II, Senator Quindor Owney, Dr Giles Senob, Handmaidens Bianca & Aja, shortly to be joined by Adio. Location Naboo Embassy, Coruscant, night of the Imperial ball.

“You clean up well, Quindor.”
Memories flashed of other encounters with Quindor - some hilarious - some quite stupid - and one tragically heartbreaking.

The next time Sabe had seen Quindor after their first meeting in the palace gardens, was the funeral for his father.
Quindor’s family had been taken to one of the many internment camps during the Trade Federation’s occupation of Naboo. Before the boy’s eyes, Representative Owney, Quindor’s father, had been executed.

The tragedy had changed Quindor. He still played hard and dangerous at times, he still was flirtatious, but all talk of becoming a bounty hunter had vanished. Quindor now not only wanted to follow in his father’s footsteps, he wanted to honor his father’s memory by exceeding his father’s expectations.

“Thank you , Your Grace,” Owney stated with a bow. “You are breathtaking, to say the least. You become more beautiful with each passing year.” He stepped forward to kiss her hand. / shura ginger...her fragrance./ Owney
lingered over the queen’s hand a little longer than necessary. Sabe withdrew her hand slowly.

Amidala indicated Bianca & Aja, “I owe it all to them, Senator.” The queen turned towards her ladies. “Senator Owney and I have known each other for many years and have had several adventures along with a mutual friend, Hannes Vanepp.”

“Ah, Hannes….have you heard from him? Where is that devil?”

“I know not,” Sabe shook her head regretfully. / Ah, Hannes, my old friend…./

“Do you recall the time in the Hell Fire Club…”

Sabe cleared her throat. “I do, and this is not the time, for such reveries. We have a ball to attend.” Amidala turned once more to Senob. “Doctor, I ask this of you a final time…” the queen held the lightsaber towards him “Will you place this in your bag?”

“I respectfully decline, Your Grace. I believe it violates my medical ethics to place a weapon of destruction and death into my case with medicine and tools that saves lives, not take them.” Giles could not , would not, explain to Sabe the knowledge he possessed on how Skywalker’s saber was used years ago.

Owney noted the fingers of the queen’s free hand at her side clenching and unclenching with frustration.

“Perhaps I can hold it for you, Your Grace?” Quindor offered.

“Very well, Doctor Senob, I shall respect your medical principles.” Turning towards Quindor she thanked him for his offer. “I don’t want to get you involved….Aja, fetch a golden cord, I will affix it to my waist. It will not at all go with the gown,” Sabe pronounced in an attempt to make light of the subject.

In short time, the lightsaber had been affixed about the queen’s waist with the golden cord and Sabe announced that at last they were ready to depart.

* * * * *
The queen’s enclosed black speeder hovered between two Naboo security vehicles. The 3rd handmaiden, Adio awaited them by the speeder. “Good evening, Adio, do have the secure com?” inquired Sabe.

“Yes, Your Grace.”

“Very well.” The queen’s entourage entered the speeder, Amidala sitting between Senator Owney and Bianca.
Opposite were Doctor Senob and Adio and Aja.

Communication between the drivers and the embassy took a few minutes. The shield protecting the embassy was lowered so the speeders could enter the lane reserved for government vehicles.

“I am looking forward leaving Coruscant tomorrow for home. The festival of plays will begin in a few days and I try to attend all the performances.”

The com Adio was holding beeped and a red light flashed. “Your Grace, communication from home.”

Amidala nodded and Adio activated the device.

“Your Grace,” it was Governor Eicester’s image appearing on the screen to all those in the speeder.

“Good evening, governor.”

“I wish it was, my queen.” Eicester began. “As confirmed, Grand Admiral Thrawn has vacated his quarters and all his possessions including the works of art he has accumulated during his stay has been transferred to his ship, the Chimaera.

Other Imperial ships have arrived as well to increase the number of ships orbiting Naboo. At this time we have identified the following ships besides the Chimaera as the Adamant, Relentless, Formidable, Cerberus and other corvettes, frigates and cruiser class ships not yet identified.”

“I see. Has the flow of commercial and private ships been halted by the Imperials?”

“ No ships have entered our space in the last hour. We have taken the precaution to suspend traffic wishing to leave.”

“Seeing such a force they may have elected not,” commented Owney.

“Continue the suspension governor. Have the Gungan been informed?”

“Yes Madam.”

“Your opinion, Governor Eicester.”

“I’ve not seen a gathering of such warships since the Trade Federation blockade.” His simple declaration spoke volumes.

“That’s a lot of firepower,” interjected Owney.

Amidala II acknowledged the senator's comment, “So it is, Senator Owney, so it is,"

TO BE CONTINUED…..

 

IC: Queen Amidala II, Senator Quindor Owney, Doctor Giles Senob, Handmaidens Bianca, Aja, & Adio
Location : Sky lane in route to the Imperial Ball, Coruscant.


There was silence in the speeder. Eyes were upon the queen, as she sat silently, contemplating what was occurring in space above their home.
Millions of lives were at sake. What had occurred for the Empire to threaten Naboo in such a manner?

With a slight movement of her little finger, Amidala indicated for Adio to activate the com so she may speak to the driver and their escorts.

“Take us back to the embassy. I would speak to Grand Admiral Thrawn. Inform the embassy of our return and ready links to Boss Nass, Governor Eicester , the Council, and to Admiral Thrawn. I will speak from the White Rotunda.”
The Naboo Embassy had been remodeled the year before, the main chambers reconfigured and decorated.

Sabe closed her eyes after giving the command, gathering her thoughts as the speeders turned and retraced the way back to the Embassy District.

/ This could not be Anakin’s doing - that’s impossible. If there was an attempted coup the ships would be above the capitol world….not Naboo. If a coup would occur it would be this time and this place, at the ball ,where many of the military leaders and government officials are in attendance. The perfect place to arrest or assassinate on a grand scale.

No, this is about….about...revenge. If I read Thrawn correctly, that’s definitely not in his character. Thrawn would not do this on his own. This order is from a higher authority. Who have I angered ?Hmmm…. Who has Naboo enraged that this being would order the death of a planet….genocide on a global scale….millions upon millions…/.

“We will be docking in a minute, Your Grace.”

“Thank you, senator. Please make sure a record of our discourse is made.”

Quindor nodded and noted the formal pitch and tone Queen Amidala now employed.
Doctor Senob's hands rested upon his medical bag. He was hoping to avoid the big hoopla but not like this.

The queen took Senator Owney’s proffered hand as she exited from the speeder. She nodded her thanks as her entourage followed. Waiting at the entrance of the White Rotunda was Sonjay Smithnas, the communications director. He bowed his head as the door slid open.

“ I want to see the situation above Naboo.”

“Yes Madam.”

With a determined gait, Amidala walked towards the desk. Sitting, she smoothed the silken emerald green gown. Her hand inadvertently
touched the lightsaber. She removed the weapon from about her waist and held it for a moment, pondering.

The lightsaber at one time was looked upon as a symbol of justice. Amidala understood Senob’s point of view - the weapon had been used in war and many had fallen - but - before the war those that wielded the blade did so to preserve the peace, protect the innocent….and now it may prove as an equalizer. Sabe laid the saber upon the table and placed her hands on either side of it, palms down. Thrawn would know whose saber it was...and perhaps wonder why she processed it. It may yet save countless lives.

“Your Grace, the picture is coming in now...if you could direct your view to the screen in front of you.” A large screen had been set up so when ready she may see Admiral Thrawn and he may view her as well.

White Rotunda


The picture slowly focused, filling the screen.
Amidala sighed. It was as Governor Eicester had described. So many ships about their small planet.

The war was suppose to be over. With peace at hand, was Naboo to be destroyed?
There was only one person she knew with so much hatred and venom within themselves.
Her features composed, taking several deep breaths, Queen Amidala commanded -

“Contact Grand Admiral Thrawn.”


Tag: Admiral Thrawn

 

~OOC~ Extra special thanks goes to @Jerjerrod-Lennox for providing the voice of the legendary Captain Pellaeon for this post

IC Captain Dorja, Captain Gilad Pellaeon
Location: ISD Relentless, Naboo, Naboo System, Chommell Sector

Standing on the bridge with his arms folded behind his back, feet slightly apart, Captain Dorja allowed a small smile to show as the Relentless arrived within the Naboo System. After been stationed for months on the edge of the orange-red Obligon Nebula and the Arrissa’s Field, the view of the lush blue-green planet may as well be a welcoming oasis to a nomad trapped in a desert.

Dorja’s eyes narrowed a fraction as he noticed the number of Imperial vessels in the vicinity. He gave one last look at the planet and its moons then strode off to the communications station. He gave a curt nod to the officer when he arrived. “Hail the Chimaera. Inform them we are moving to standby position and awaiting orders.”

It took a moment for the connection to be established and their status related to the Grand Admiral.

The voice of Captain Pellaeon greeted him “Welcome back Captain Dorja, and thank you for arriving so quickly. I assume you have read your orders regarding the situation here?”

Dorja smiled to himself as he heard the greeting, the mentioning of the orders and situation made him cautious. It was highly irregular for this time. However, he must admit, the situation at the moment is, indeed, highly irregular. “Thank you, Captain. Indeed I have.”

Pellaeon continued “The Chimaera will be departing for Coruscant, you are to take our position and hold until further notice. The Grand Admiral also has some further instructions for you ….”

“I am at the Grand Admiral’s command…” Dorja responded. He did not want to let curiosity reflect in his voice. Was it to do with the situation at the Arrissa’s Field which the Relentless had cleared up? Or was it something more?

On board Chimaera, Pellaeon transmitted the instructions over a secure channel “It concerns the evidentiary asset aboard, the instructions are encrypted and for your eyes only. I will ask our helmsman to move us, and when we are closest to each other, carry out your instructions.”

Dorja took a moment to read the instructions upon decryption. His assumptions had been correct. He pursed his lips and nodded almost to himself. “Orders received and acknowledged. The Relentless will move into position.”

The helm was informed about their course and then the call opened up to include the other Imperial Captains. Dorja recognised the voices of Silvestri, Navarro and Verus as they acknowledged and listened as they were brought up to speed.

“There had been an incident earlier this week between Captain Eclipse’s group and other Imperial assets. It unfortunately lead to escalation and extreme disciplinary was action taken. Due to that break down of protocol, training exercises are issued and designed to curb such behaviour and are to be carried out. Captain Dorja of the Relentless shall coordinate with you all and oversee your progress.”

The Captains acknowledged but did not voice any objections, they understood the seriousness of the matter. The stage was then given for Dorja to assert his authority and he related to them their first drill and formations. As they signed off. Dorja read over the special instructions again, making sure he had understood everything to the letter. He then contacted Commander Gerrard to carry out a specific task relating to the evidentiary asset, then another to inform Starfighter Commander Parsons to place the squadrons on standby. While he was at it, he informed the Deck Officer and Logistics to prepare the Hangar. There was much to do and must be like clockwork.

He positioned himself by the holographic tactical display to keep track of everything. The Naboo System came into view and the focus narrowed in on the world of Naboo and the formations that were starting to take shape. The Chimaera had pulled away from its geosynchronous orbit of the planet on a vector that would bring it close to the Relentless, as the Relentless moved towards the Chimaera’s original position.

Captain Silvestri’s VSD Adamant was already in position near one of the moons, as was Captain Navarro’s ISD Cerberus on the farthest side of the planet. It was Captain Verus of the VSD Formidable and the flotilla he brought that were required to reposition themselves. When the Formidable and Relentless reach their positions, all four destroyers will be at an equal distance between each other around the planet. The smaller cruisers, frigates and corvettes fanned out from their standby positions to place themselves at at key points between the destroyers and from each other to provide additional support. It effectively created a shield about the globe.

Dorja watched as the distance between the Chimaera and Relentless shrank. An alert came up signifying transponders of new crafts that had entered the field. A series of smaller, faster support vessels departed from the Grand Admiral’s flagship and enroute to the Relentless. He notified the deck officer and logistics to prepare for the inbound shipment of fuel and supplies and gave the order for Parsons to provide escort. Moments later, a wing of TIEs were dispensed from the Relentless and formed up with the convoy.

The TIEs had swung past and formed up with the crafts and brought them to the Relentless. As notification came through about their arrival, the Chimaera loomed ever closer. They only had a limited time for this stage of the procedure for the deck crew set to work unloading the fuel and provisions the tugs before they had to be recalled back to their station.

Dorja furrowed his brow, the creases deepening he watched as the destroyers were now parallel to each other, heading in opposite directions. For a moment, it made him recall that poem about ‘Ships that pass through the night’. The distance between them started to tick upward now and still no word. He paced back and forth, debating whether to call and find out what was happening in the hangar when finally notification came through from Gerrard. The Commander had confirmed that the instructions had been carried out and that the crew had finished unloading the supplies. At last, word then came through that the support crafts have cleared the hangar and started their return back to the Chimaera. He looked to the chrono and smiled, they were slightly ahead of schedule. No doubt it was because of the drills he carried out to keep his crew on their toes.

The tactical display showed that the two great warships had passed each other and Dorja informed the helm that the Relentless was clear to increase speed. He watched the Chimaera continue on its path as the Relentless slid into the Chimaera’s former position. The Grand Admiral’s flagship had slowed to a halt outside of Naboo’s gravity well.

Was he waiting? Did he do something wrong? Dorja pondered and took his eyes away and surveyed the positions of the other ships on the map. He informed the helm to bring the bow of the Imperial Star Destroyer about ninety degrees and rotate their axis. He watched as the other vessels mimicked the manoeuvre. That gave their broadsides a clear sweep to cover both inbound and outbound vectors.

They were almost set. Dorja read through the special instructions again, then gave the go ahead to the rest of the forces to initiate the next phase of the drill. Wings of fighters started to be launched from each carrier and formed up outside like a water fountain. They fanned out in wings to create a sentry screen between the capital ships.

As confirmation rang through that the procedures were followed out. Dorja’s eyes were transfixed upon the Grand Admiral’s flagship. It hung there, suspended in space as a silent observer. Had he carried out the procedure properly? He awaited news from the Grand Admiral, either to reprimand or to overrule but there was nothing. Moments passed before finally, the massive ion engines flared bright and the Chimaera winked out of existence.

He let out a sigh of relief, exhaling breath that he did not realise he had been holding. He had done it. He adjusted the cuffs and collar of his uniform and straightened his posture. There was still more to do. He glanced back down at the final note at the bottom of the special instructions, warning of possible transgressions from outside forces.

TAG: Grand Admiral Thrawn

 

~IC~ Dash Rendar, LE-BO2D9
Location: Coruscant

The evening was starting to settle in and there felt like an unusual amount of people on the streets. Dash tucked his hands in his pockets and kept his head angled slightly down. His eyes constantly searching the crowd as he followed along in the general direction of his intended target, always at the corner of his sight.

Now that he was here, he was starting to wonder what in blazes he was doing following a Jedi Master? But she had helped him and he had helped her… everything was squared. However, it felt like there was some unspoken contract between them, unfinished business. That was something he was telling himself as he playing a theoretical conversation in his head if she had found him out. ‘What harm can be done by that?’

It had been a couple of blocks now and as his gaze fell over the fellow pedestrians, something felt out of place… a pattern to someone else’s movements that kept popping into view. He could not get a good look at them with the white hood covering the head but he could swear he saw that figure when he left the port. His gaze switched back and forth between the distant figure of Emi and this other being…

He could dismiss it as a coincidence of going in the same direction but the pace was very deliberate… there was a determination to the movements. ’Were they trailing her too? Stop it! You’re being paranoid.’

He saw Emi turn a corner and he paused by the display to observe the hooded figure do same and they were out of sight. He ducked into a side alley the should run parallel to that street and hurried his pace. He brought his hand from his pocket and keyed the com that was built into his flight glove.

“Leebo,” he whispered “give me an estimate location from mine for com channel four in… approximately two minutes time.”

“Lost someone, sir?” The droid responded.

“Something unexpected could be in plaaay.” Dash jumped to the side to avoid treading on something unpleasant on the path. He held his breath and pulled a face as the smell hit his nose. He did not want to know what it came from but good thing it didn’t get on him.

He continued on and at every second junction he reached, he glance down to check the crowd the next street over. When ever he saw the hooded figure go past, it felt more like a validation to his gut feeling that it was following Emi… but where was she going?

He glanced over his shoulder, he thought he had heard something… then his eyes darted to one of the doorways. Loud vocals, almost laughter as two figures stepped out of one of the buildings. They were Grans, looking all dressed up for a night on the town. Dash looked away and continued on.

His com flashed and the image of Leebo’s head appeared on the tiny display. “I have some news, sir. You both are moving in the same direction, about twenty metres away. Places you in the vicinity of the station for the MagLev rail system.”

That made a lot of sense, it would be a more likely destination to travel greater distances across the capital.

“Thanks for that. Give me an update in ten minutes.” Dash replied as he ended the call and picked up his pace.

When he got there, he took a moment to observe the mixture of people coming and going from the entry points and spotted the white hooded figure. Playing on the hunch, he followed him into the terminal. The announcer over the P.A. was informing that the train on platform 5 was about to depart, that the first stop… was incomprehensible as were the rest of the names as it all sounded muffled to him. Why do they always sound as though they are speaking with a mouth full of food? He picked up his pace as he followed the figure up the stairs to the 5th platform as he got there, his eyes widened for a brief second as he saw Emi further ahead lighting onto the car... the figure did the same and Dash followed suit just as the loud whistle tone was emitted.

It took him by surprise. Dash stood for a second in shock, comprehending as to what happened as the doors closed in front of him and the train pulled away before his eyes. Blast! Taking a step back, he looked up at the displays. One was providing coverage about some shindig happening over at the Government District, while another showed a listing of the stations on this line. The next train will be in five minutes.

His com went off and he answered it quickly.

“Are you there, sir?” Leebo asked. “The distance has-”

“Yeah, I missed the train by that much... ” He sighed, “...and running late for the meeting. The next one arrives in five minutes.” He kept his wording vague, never know whoever else might be eavesdropping in such a public place.

“Then you have some ground to catch up on. I’ll keep you apprised of any changes.”


TAG: Emi-to Shuri, Pascale Rouser , Adrias Stark

 

OOC: The following storyline was begun quite some time ago by myself and a very talented and very fun bunch of writers. They are all missed and we wish them well, wherever they are. Should any of you guys be reading, cheers!


Previously on GAW IV

 

IC: Queen Amidala II of Naboo, Senator Owney, Governor Eicester, Doctor Giles Senob
Location : The White Rotunda, Naboo Embassy, Coruscant

“Madam,” Governor Eicester broke in. “ The ships are moving into position..please switch your viewscreen.”

Amidala did so and indeed the four destroyers, cruisers and other imperial ships were spreading out between the larger vessels, forming such a blockade would make it impossible for any ships to escape.

“Your Grace, Thrawn’s ship, the Chimaera has just gone into hyperspace.” The governor’s voice rose slightly in pitch.

* * * * *
Further back in the room , beyond sight of the cams ,Giles Senob and Senator Owney exchanged expressions.

“The coward is running, issuing the orders to his subordinates, he flees with his tail between his legs.” Owney stated flatly.
“Plus the value of his art rises in value when the planet which creates the art is no longer around.”

* * * * *
“Governor, planetary shields up, have the populace take shelter,” ordered Amidala.
* * * * *

“This is moving fast! He’s not going to listen to her and neither will those captains. They are programmed to follow orders, no matter how repulsive. It’s all in a day's work.” replied Senob.

“We are not going to vanish into the night without the galaxy knowing.”

“What are you going to do?” Senob asked leaning closer towards Owney.
* * * * *
“Sonjay Smithnas, contact the Emperor Vader using this link I give you now. It is a direct link to the emperor just between the two of us. He will know it is me. Make it a code red.”

/ This indeed is Palpatine’s doing. It's not just about Naboo. He will destroy Naboo and in destroying the planet it shall be viewed either as an act of weakness on Anakin’s part from not preventing it, encouraging the military to rise against him or a barbaric act of genocide throwing the galaxy into a greater civil war….and who will pick up the pieces when we have killed ourselves?

Could this be a conspiracy , a coup within the military? Where is Thrawn headed? Coruscant? Will there indeed be a slaughter at this gathering? Everyone will be there, senators, representatives, judges, the military, corporate CEO’s , anyone who has any influence or power. Friend and foe alike will all be there. The Senate was just bombed a day ago!/

Truly until this moment, Sabe did not realize how evil, evil can be.
* * * * *

Tag: Anakin Skywalker, the Emperor Vader

 

IC? The inhabitants of the planet Naboo

The sirens and media announcements startled both Gungan and Naboo alike.
There was no panic, people knew what to do. Underground shelters had been built early in the war. The Gungan constructed tunnels as well. Once settled in, the people were informed of the situation above their planet.

They were at work, at school, the marketplace, the hospital. A mother cradled her newborn son in her arms, a father gathered his children. Students were guided by their teachers to shelters below schools. Museums activated codes lowering artwork into vaults.
Prayers were said to the “ Powers That Be” for protection and guidance.

The planetary shields were activated. How long would they hold…

What thoughts go through the minds of millions at such moments? Do they reflect back upon their lives, to dreams that may never happen?
Do they wish they had lived their lives differently? Would they have the opportunity to make amends for a wrong they had committed against another?
Did they say "I love you," as they left that morning to wherever their destination would be.
If...if...if I make it through this I will be a better husband, a better wife, a more caring person.

How hopeless they must feel, knowing they could do nothing - their lives were in the hands of others.
Did those who would extinguish their lives ever think of their own families? Did they put their duty and obedience above all else?

 

IC: Pascale Rouser
Location: Coruscant Spaceport

Pascale continued to follow Rendar, who continued to follow the man dressed in white who was still following the woman in the cloak. It was now turning into a cat and mouse game, who would blink first and turn around to see their pursuers.

He decided to keep his sights on Rendar, to keep an eye on everybody would be impossible. Plus they were trying to all be inconspicuous whilst Pascale did stick out a little bit in his cream suit and white hat, however he was sure he hadn't been noticed as yet, or that if he had, they were being very discreet about it.

This is very interesting he thought One following the other, to what end and for what reason? This game is becoming stranger by the minute….

He continued to follow Rendar down an alley and as he started to hurry is pace, Pascale decided to as well. He may be in his early forties, but he managed to keep himself in pretty good shape. He then heard Rendar talking into his comlink, unfortunately he could not hear what was being said, to come any closer would reveal himself, and he didn't want to come out of the shadows….not yet anyway. He couldn't help but smirk when Dash stepped in something rather repulsive, Pascale himself avoided it, after all these were expensive shoes he was wearing.

Whenever Dash stopped to survey the streets, Pascale held back and tried to keep his back against a wall or a post or anything that made sure he wasn't visible but also that he didn't lose sight of his target. Suddenly Rrendar glanced over his shoulder and Pascale had to quickly dip into a crowded section to make sure he was not spotted, he sighed in relief when Rendar continued on and two Grans came out of a building.

That was close…..

It was then that one of the Grans, not looking where he was going, bashed into him nearly knocking him over. Pascale spat at them using his knowledge of languages, the Grans apologised and he moved on. He realised he’d nearly lost sight of Dash and quickened his pace before he spotted him again, this time heading towards a MagLev station.

Now why would you be heading that way……

He continued on keeping up the quick pace as they headed towards platform 5, and that’s where it all happened. The cloaked woman and the man in white jumped on board, Rendar was so surprised by the whistle that he stopped and Pasacle nearly ended up being bundled over again as he tried to hide out of sight.

As Dash got on his comm again after looking at the display (five minutes until the next one) Pascale decided to give his brow a mop after all this quick walking and the crowds no wonder you could work a little bit of a sweat. As he reached for his handkerchief in his breast pocket, he found a piece of paper there as well. The suit must have dropped it in.

What have we here.

He opened it and started to read the note written in beautiful script. And it was Elias Blud no less. He had heard of the man, notoriously wealthy and another character in the underworld, most people in the filthy underbelly of the galaxy had serious attitude problems, but Elias was known for being rather humorous at times. The thought of a business relationship got Pasacle’s mind ticking. With the war now officially over it was time for him to make the most of the space available to him as it were.

He nodded to himself and smiled, perhaps he would enjoy a bit of luxury for a change, enjoy a bit of food, wine (or brandy) and strike up a deal. He would take Blud up on his offer, but first he had to finish this little mystery.

TAG: Emi, Adrius, Dash

 

IC: Mon Mothma, Jan di Toli, and Lt. Mira Solinova

LOCATION: The Reception, Imperial Center, Coruscant


Mon Mothma, or Jadina Weiss-Hexa, as she introduced herself, blinked at the Imperial officer, stalling to consider just into what she was stepping and smiling, the two exchanged the usual niceties.


“Jadina,” said Captain di Toli, “a regal name.” Formally offering his arm in the antiquated Ursean etiquette and gesturing towards a nearby "watering station," he said, “Shall we?” Mon stood in awkward hesitation, before sensing she must acquiesce, if only to avoid arousing suspicion. Thus, linking arms, they strode across the atrium, still able to converse. However, not for long, the Emperor and his family having arrived, there arose a commotion, applause mounting and echoing in the space. Even with sound management, the noise swelled.


“So, Jadina, where are you from?” asked Jan with a shy smile, trying to be suave.


“From everywhere really, but I’d prefer to talk about you,” she said, thinking fast.


“'Little to tell! Career military. From Ursa,” he said raising his voice to project above the uproar, the huge plaza, suddenly filled with beings. “Come, there’s yet some quiet left around here,” he managed, but he stopped them and lifted his glass to the Emperor who, with his family, stood above the onlookers upon the elevated floor and responding to the impromptu cheer. Separated by the large gathering of well-wishers the young monarch recognized his aide on the periphery and while his gaze lingered, Mon Mothma instinctively shrunk.


“Are you alright?” asked di Toli, sensing a sudden change in Jadina.


“Oh, fine. It’s my shoes. I so seldom wear these heels,” said Mon, apologizing. "The... eh... Emperor appears to recognize you," she continued, again shifting the focus of the conversation away from herself.


“Ah, well, I’m Ursean.” Jan said, demurring and walking them to a secluded spot near the terraces. “That and I am His Majesty’s fleet aide...”


Under her breath, Mon exclaimed, “Dear...!” nearly spraying her drink, di Toli arching his back to avoid the foregone spirits.


Mon apologized and pulled out a kerchief to dab at the droplets on his sleeve. “Forgive me.”


After a spate of interruptions, speaking over one another and general fumbling, they had settled into a more relaxed rapport.


“I imagine the past several days have been terribly hectic for you...” said Mon, embarking on her quest for intelligence. Wise as to what questions she knew the Captain was free to answer, the Alliance leader worked hard to tease out small bits of information that providing her a means for puzzling together a picture of what had occurred in the Empire. Later, much of it she could triangulate and verify from other sources.


di Toli proved a very tactful and careful officer. She did not have the easiest of time pulling what she could from the Captain, but her luck took an abrupt upswing.


***

Lt. Solinova stood by the dais as the Royal Family, augmented by several attendants from the Ursean court, took their place before the audience, the crowds, exuberant, ebullient, and cheering with genuine verve at their arrival. Whether they were simply attuned to the tone of the evening, riding a high, or truly happy, it was a moving moment, but one interrupted as the aide’s commlink buzzed in her dress coat pocket.


Standing to attention as she listened to the message given from Fleet Command, Mira answered accordingly and went to find the Re’s fleet aide. She located the Captain through their tethered commlinks and she hurried to find him seated with a lady. Mira regreted interrupting him, as Mr. di Toli almost never seemed to take personal time for himself, but she was obliged to intercede and give the message. Mira tapped Mister, now, she reminded herself, Captain di Toli, on the shoulder. It was, perhaps, informal and insubordinate, Lt. Solinova's means of getting his attention-one, a USF officer, and the other, an Imperial, but he was deep in conversation and failed to notice the aide.


"Captain di Toli, Sir, I was just relayed a communique from Fleet Command. There's unaccountable and substantial movement of resources from various posts outside the fleet of record for Chommell Sector, specifically, to Naboo. Command felt it of significance to bring to His Majesty's attention, Sir," she said, looking to him questioningly and excusing herself intrusion with a nod to the lady. Biting her lip, in her urgency, Mira failed to use discretion, an observation she could see in the scowl on Captain di Toli’s face.


"Right, I'll apprise, Lord Vader... ah... His Majesty. Stay at the ready, Lieutenant, I believe you will be needed." commanded di Toli, checking his commlink for the Emperor's location.


“Ms. Weiss-Hexa, my subordinate and co-aide, Lieutenant Mira Solinova, Lieutenant, Ms. Jadina Weiss-Hexa. You will pardon me, Jadina. I must report. I hope to see you later, conditions permitting,” said Jan bowing over Jadina’s hand in courtly Ursean fashion and then exchanging salutes with Lt. Solinova, hastily, he departed, himself listening to the report via his link to his ear.


“Ms. Weiss-Hexa,” said Mira bowing and taking her leave to follow the path di Toli had cut through the crowd toward the Emperor.



TAG: Anakin

 

IC: Hsur Hgubmill, Ms Shilling, Onut Tribble & Senator Quindor Owney:
Location : The historic Senate Atrium


“Where is she?” Onut Tribble craned her neck to look about the growing assembly of people.

“To whom do you refer?” inquired Hgubmill. / How am I going to survive the night with this...this ...albretrix around my neck?/

“Why the queen of Naboo, Queen Amidala, where is she?”

“Well, some personages time their entry to make the most impact…”

“Boss, boss,” it was Ms Shilling coming through his earpiece. The sound of her voice was not quite her normal tone.

“Yes, Ms Shilling?”

“We have a Priority One signal coming from a high ranking official from Naboo. You better look at this boss...now. He has asked for our help.”
A Priority One signal was Hgubmill’s / Shilling’s code for critical breaking news of major significance.

Hgubmill’s eyes turned towards Tribble. “Ms Tribble, Shilling has informed me that Queen Amidala is on her way. Why don’t you go outside to HNN’s post and wait for her there. I am sure she will be happy to talk to you. Inform Acer Beckett who is manning our post on the carpet you have my permission to interview her.”

“Oh, thank you,Hsur!” Onut stood, “Oh how exciting!” Tribble pushed back her chair and hurried down the steps.

The holocaster smiled indulgently , giving Tribble a friendly wave. Ms. Shilling passed Onut.

“I’m going to interview Queen Amidala!” she exclaimed, grabbing Ms Shilling’s arm. Hgubmill’s assistant nodded as Tribble hurried pass her.

Shilling climbed the steps two at a time. “Take a look at this boss.”

Senator Quindor Owney’s of Naboo’s face appeared upon Ms Shilling’s screen.

“This is Senator Quindor Owney of Naboo. I have time critical news of the utmost importance to convey to Hsur Hgubmill. I am transmitting a clip taken within the last 30 minutes above Naboo. I am not exaggerating when I declare millions of lives depend upon Mr Hgubmill getting this information out to the emperor and the galaxy as soon as possible to avoid a calamity of the greatest magnitude.”

Ms. Shilling and Hgubmill watched the clip together. “Ye gods….” Hsur whispered. “Get me on in 30 seconds.”

“Right.”

Hgubmill swallowed hard and reached for his glass of water. He had covered the war for years, implanted within the armies of the Republic/ Empire following many battles. He had witnessed and reported on the cost of war in lives and the impact of war on planets across the galaxy. In all that time, he had NEVER seen anything like this.

“Boss...10 seconds…”

“Acknowledged….” Hgubmill composed himself. This was a first for even him. It was his duty - yes- a sacred duty to inform every being in the galaxy what was occurring over Naboo. The gods bless them.

Shilling counted down, “ 9 - 8 - 7 - 6- 5- 4- 3- 2- 1- …”

HNN’s logo in red filled the giant screen behind Hgubmill, the words, “Breaking News” appeared and then the 2nd most known face in the galaxy filled every screen outside the Senate building, down the blocks where most of the inhabitants were enjoying themselves, every bar and entertainment venue on Coruscant, in private homes, villas, old folks homes…

On Alderaan, Aargau, Abhean, Basteel, Bespin, Cantonica, Chandrila, Corellia, Falleen, Gamorr, Kooriva, Kuat, N’Zoth, Ord Mantelll, Rintonne, Ryloth, Tatooine, Tinnel IV, Zhanox….every planet in the core, the middle and outer rim.

“Good day, good evening to every citizen of the Empire. The galaxy’s focus is here in this great, historic atrium of the Senate where the new Emperor Vader, has now arrived with his family along with government and military personages to celebrate the end of the war.

However, there is a dark shadow looming over a distant planet that may very well bring this celebration to an end.
HNN has received this clip from a high Naboo government official. What you see on your screen is the planet Naboo, located in the Chommell sector. As of 30 minutes ago an armada of Imperial ships including the Adamant, Relentless ,Formidable, Cereberus, and other Imperials ships have surrounded Naboo. You see the ships maneuvering into an aggressive formation about the planet.
Grand Admiral Thrawn ordered these ships to do so.

Queen Amidala II of Naboo is attempting to reach Grand Admiral Thrawn, but as you see his flagship the Chimaera has left the system going into hyperspace, destination unknown. Citizens of Naboo, are heading for shelters and the planetary shield has been activated. This is not a drill. It is customary to notify the government of a planet and system if maneuvers are to take place. The Naboo were never informed of this.

Queen Amidala we understand is also trying to hail the Emperor to stop this outrage upon millions of innocent men, women and children.
You, the beings of this galaxy have the right to know what is happening.
Emperor Vader, I appeal to you ,stop this before it is too late! You are Naboo's only hope!"

The cams found the Emperor Vader and zoomed in for a close up.

Tag; Whoever wishes

 

OOC: Thanks once again to CO for this joint post with myself, an immense pleasure

IC: Captain Scyther Vectis and The All Stars. Rystall Sant
Location: Senate Plaza, Coruscant

After hearing Lord Vader, well now Emperor Vader’s speech at the Ursean Embassy, where the All Stars group preferred to stay out of the way (there would be plenty of time for hobnobbing later) Scyther assigned Arazov this time for transport to the Senate Plaza and the Reception itself. There was one instruction though: no speeder buses.

“Since there are less of us this time i’d rather not arrive in something that looks like it needs about ten washes” said Scyther “We are in front of esteemed guests, the galaxy’s media and the Emperor himself”

Arazov then triumphantly claimed he had gotten a tr-wing to take them before a call came a few minutes later, the tr-wing had broken down. Arazov looked crestfallen, but Scyther just patted him on the shoulder, took the comm from him and gave the mechanic a rather stern reminder that they were late for a meeting with Lord Vader The mechanic apologized profusely and said he would get right on it.

About twenty minutes later another call came through...all fixed. Scyther thanked them, politely this time and urged her boys on board.

As they arrived at the plaza, the other crowded around the viewport, looking down at the crowds.

“Wow” said Terric looking out in awe.

“I feel like a rock star” said Madison.

Scyther smiled “ Well boys, it’s time to meet our adoring citizens. Now remember, we have the press here, so behave accordingly. You never know, we might get an interview. Carthaginian may kill me for it later, but perhaps it would be interesting for the public to hear our thoughts on things, not just the propaganda”

They all gathered at the entrance to ramp, Scyther in the lead, the others fanning behind her. As the ramp came down, the cheers rose up and the flashes began. Scyther gave a wave and smile, as did Madison, Terric and Arazov. Bahari looked like he would rather be somewhere else, but he nervously smiled and waved, Ivanov had no expression at all, just looked out over the crowd to see if a threat would emerge.

“OK gents, once more into the breach”

They marched down the ramp, continuing to smile and wave to the crowd, Ivanov the only one not smiling and still scanning the crowd as they made their way onto the red carpet. Terric was getting a few screams of joy from the ladies whilst Bahari was still looking like he just wanted to get inside. The crowds were a lot bigger than the ones outside the terminals where their Venators were parked. They continued down the carpet with Ivanov moving to backstop position so he could cover the rest.

There was also a scrum of reporters on either side, flashes going off like fireworks. It seemed everyone wanted the prize of getting the best picture and the best quote from all the guests arriving. Scyther was canning the media throng, trying to find at least a decent reporter to have a chat with.

“...a pleasure Darrrling!” A higher pitched voice rose up above the some of the others. “I am sure Onderon is proud of your tireless efforts. Thank you so much for your time, Senator Bonteri."

The bewildered, well groomed, young man stammered a response to the well known human-theelin singer-dancer. “Ah, you’re welcome, its.. ah.. a pleasure.”

“It sure was. Bah-bye now...” Ms Sant waved him goodbye and blew a kiss. “...and have fun!” After a moment of waving she turned sharply on her heels, her long crimson hair whipped around to greet the next wave of guests. She dipped her chin as her eyes scanned and locked onto someone who piqued her interest. Wearing a wide smile, she took two steps towards an Imperial Captain and her group, all looking smart in their full dress uniforms, and beckon for them to come closer. “Helllloooo Shinesprites! Don’t you look wonderful this evening?”

Scyther spotted the part human, part Theelin and headed over sensing her chance for an interview. She certainly stuck out in the crowd with her white skin with markings and the hair. Arazov remarked that she looked familiar. Bahari was muttering under his breath that this was a bad idea.

“Good evening” Scyther said politely “We do don’t we?” she smiled “Well me and the boys wanted to make sure we looked the best for this reception, and what better way to it than in our finery” she gestured behind her “Now let me introduce you to this motley crew”

The others gathered nearby “The good looking gentleman is Captain Milos Terric, the blonde haired gentleman is Captain Zack Madison, the nervous looking fellow is Captain Eamon Bhari, the tall Ursean is Captain Dmitri Ivanov and the smaller Ursean is Sergei Arazov. And I am Captain Scyther Vectis”

She spread her arms wide with a grin “We are the Vectis All Stars part of the sub fleet Onslaught. Ready to rumble anytime, anywhere”

“A pleasure to meet you all.” Ms Sant said with a sparkle in her eyes as she acknowledged each Officer and then focused back on Captain Vectis. “Welcome to the spotlight, Captain Vectis and her All Star band, I am Rystáll Sant.”

“I thought you looked familiar” said Arazov “You are that famous singer and dancer” he smiled “ You look as good as you do in the holos” as Arazov smiled, both Terric and Madison nodded.

“ A pleasure to meet you” Scyther said still smiling “ So, fire away, what have you got for us?”

“Why, thank you. Kind of you to say so but you are the stars here this evening.” Ms Sant’s smile beamed and gave a small wink to Arazov. “We go with your immediate emotions, how does it feel to be here this evening?”

As Arazov blushed, Scyther spoke “”It feels good to be here after a long battle and it’s great to finally relax after a long campaign. It’s also good that we will be honouring those that we lost, not just the late Emperor Palpatine but also those that gave their lives in service to the Empire.”

“With the war finally over after ten years, what do you plan on doing next?”

“We carry on our jobs” Scyther said simply “We still have the Rebel Alliance out there and who knows what else could be lurking around out there. Our job is to serve and protect the citizens of the Empire and we will do that until we retire”.

“I think I speak on behalf of everyone here…” Ms Sant said as she swept an arm in the direction of the crowds beyond the barricade for the red carpet. “...when I say we are eternally grateful for the years of hard service you and your crew… and the rest of the armed forces have dedicated to our protection. Is there anything each of you would like to say to them?”

Scyther faced the dancer head on “I would like to thank everyone for their support and goodwill, and one day, perhaps there will be no more war, no more suffering and that people can live in a galaxy that is safe for generations to come.”

Madison whispered something in Scyther’s ear about seeing family and friends, he sounded insistent. Scyther nodded and waved him back.

“It would be good to also see loved ones again. Most of my group’s crew and the Captain’s themselves have not seen their families and friends in months, some even for years. One day, I hope all can be reunited and share their experiences.”

“That is a noble gesture. With the official ending of the war declared yesterday, hopefully you all can be reunited with them soon.” She looked to each of them.

“We hope so” said Ivanov “As Captain Vectis said we have been apart from our families for so long, and we miss them all very much. Sadly there will be families and loved ones that will not have people coming home” the others nodded at this.

“Hmm..” Ms Sant tapped her index finger against her bottom lip as she eyed Ivanov. "The galaxy is watching... and I am sure your voices will reach their ears of many loved ones..." She broadened her smile and winked. "...and potential possibilities... So what do you say?" She abruptly swept her arm to the crowd and back to the All Stars. The effect seemed to rile them up with expectations. She whispered softly so only the All-Stars could hear her. “The stage is yours, make them cheer.”

Terric looked ready to say something, Scyther smiled and waved him forward. Ever the showman…

“Ladies and gentleman, citizens of the Empire” Terric said, raising a hand in the air to get their attention” Everyone has suffered ten years of war, one day, we hope the galaxy will suffer no more. But know this, we will not be cowed by Separatists, we will not be cowed by Rebel scum, we will not be cowed by terrorists either. There ia a message for the galaxy and that is this” Terric raised both arms in the air and made fists “There’s one absolute and that is THE EMPIRE WILL ALWAYS STRIKE BACK!”

The noise from the crowd was almost deafening. Ms Sant had a surprise expression before a large smile blossomed. “You certainly know how amp up the excitement! Thank you so much for your time and for your efforts! Enjoy this evening…” She looked to each of them. “...you all deserve it…” She lowered her voice. “...and might see you later...” She added with a wink before turning back. “How about that? Over to you, Mister Caine!”

Scyther smiled “We may yet do, thank you Miss Sant” she turned to the group “Alright boys, party time”.

As they left, Arazov gave Sant a wink, Terric and Madison gave her a smile, Ivanov gave her a respectful nod and Bahari gave her a nervous smile and a wave.

Scyther led the group into the rotunda itself hoping that the interview would go down well.

TAG: Reception guests

 

~OOC/GM Message~ "Sorry about the mess" - Han Solo

Timing has gotten out of sync and the next few posts from the GM and Co-GM are meant to not only get us back on track but answer a series of overlapping tags. Check with the GM with questions and posting, otherwise, I will notify all when we are ready to have open posting again.

This post had been a long time coming and a joint effort between @pashatemur and myself. It is connected to this previous red carpet post and also the interaction with Captain Jan di Toli.

~IC~ Emperor Anakin Skywalker, Lord Darth Vader, Re Mavrat of Ursa, Empress and Reina Mavras of Ursa, Marie Celeste Isabeau, Ahsoka Tano - Commissar, Quinlan Vos-Ledaren of the Kavalad, Mas Amedda,, Captain Jan di Toli
Location: Red Carpet - Senate Plaza - Senate Building - Coruscant

Thank the stars for that bit of humor! Anakin returned Celeste’s smile as he chuckled to himself. It was good to feel her hand in his. No doubt she noted that his hands were cold and a bit clammy.

She rubbed his hand in her own as they approached a narrower way where they were obliged to greet the crowd. He reassured himself that once he began speaking with this or that individual, he’d hit his stride, but, thus far, hours into his reign as Emperor of the Empire of Galactic Free Systems, there was nothing more he disliked than these first few moments of state functions.

“Into the fray,” he said, more to himself, and the two, smiling, extended their hands to greet the nearest “well-wisher” or “posure,” the Black guard and Imperial guards flanking the royal party. When eventually they reached the raised area inside the Atrium set with seating for members of the Imperial court, mostly members of Palpatine’s Ruling Circle who soon would be finding their position less elevated, and for Ursean court and key government officials, including the speaker, Mas Amedda. He stood there, dower and awkward, having arrived well ahead of most everyone. Upon entering the hall, the speaker found himself in the company of himself as Senators Organa and Chuchi departed to greet friends across the atrium.

“Speaker!” said Anakin, standing with Celeste to his right and waving to the gathering guests. “If someone or other wished to stage a coup, now would be the time, don’t you think?”

“My Lord! I mean, Your Majesty, surely you don’t suggest that I would be involved in so vile a ....” stammered Amedda, his hand flying to his throat.

A discrete interruption brought the young Emperor a step back, as his aid Captain di Toli stood behind and saluted, saying, "Beg pardon, sir, might I have a word?"

Celeste furrowed her brow as she smoothed the Chagrian’s “feathers.” “Speaker, I’m certain His Majesty spoke with irony. He’s trying to introduce a little levity,” she said taking her husband’s position next to the large Chagrian as Anakin’s attention was called to some important matter. “It was a comment on your nervous scowl, I believe,” she said apologetically and trying to get the statesman to change his expression. “Believe me, I know my Lord shares your sentiments for these theatrics, but it should, we hope, prove beneficial. The people need to rally with the death of Palpatine. They need to feel this is a beginning and not a shaky end. Come, we shall become reacquainted,” she said with a nod, as she turned to wave.

Amedda waved and shook his head. This was all so very ...different! He too turned to wave. In truth, he had been happy to find that no one had approached him in the near 48 hours of the young Emperor’s return to Coruscant. He could claim with absolute truth that he knew nothing of any plans or interests in taking that throne. He rubbed his neck absently and smiled realizing that he might just survive all this! He did not pretend to himself that he understood how this change had come to pass, or how Vader was restored to health, or that he, Mas Amedda was here at all. He smiled a little more. He smiled at Sheev Dantius Palpatine’s ward, now the Empress. He smiled at the crowds, and he smiled at the lights.

It was remarked by some, how happy the Speaker was, and how very disconcerting it was to see the Chagrian grinning from ear to ear.

---

Vos marveled at the sight. His “brother” monk had come a very long way and a way, Quinlan himself had turned from in his own system. That thought he quickly stifled. He did feel the pull of duty, but something in him rejected the throne that was his to ascend. He knew his path must lead another way. He was required here, but how it was here he must stand, with his once-wayward brother now rising, Vos could not or would not say.

Still, was that the sting of envy he felt? The memory of his parents murder locked in that talisman..? No, the sting of folly, more like, he smirked as he roused himself from the inner place where all was quiet and the glaring lights dimmed and the hew and tumult of the crowd was muffled and slowed, till only the heart beat remained.

He looked curiously to Ahsoka Tano at his side. She radiated warmth and ... a fuzzy sort of glow that had always been contagious. Most people had gravitated to her for it, but Vos backed away. He’d never had to admit to himself that he was somewhat alarmed by that warmth, as though he’d be overtaken with good spirits and might lose his mantel of unapproachable-ness. He watched the Commissar as she surveyed the crowds. She was no longer the gangly young Padawan, brash and all tumbled-thoughts-to-mouth with no winnowing! Ahsoka was grown into a person of great strength and ...light. Vos’ musings were interrupted by a gaggle of Ursean officers who caught up with him to reintroduce themselves.

Ah, the Ursean Security Forces! The brass held the Ledaren in high regard, and feeling awkward in the over-representation of overlapping authority present at the Senate this evening, they were eager to chin-wag and look involved so that someone did not beg questions over which they would fumble. Several more officers had sidled up alongside Vos and Ahsoka and exchanged nods, trying to look involved.

Ahsoka moistened her lips and swallowed. To have spoken about the event with words was one thing, but to see it for herself… words could not prepare her for this. With a deep breath, she focused on the calm intake of air and forced her anxieties away as she exhaled. Smile! She reminded herself. Her head lifted high as though upon ceremony, her eyes on Anakin, and that made her smile even broader. Here he was reunited with his family after the last intense battle of the Clone War, a war that had changed everything, had taken family, friends, governments, the list was long...he must feel a part of him was made whole again. In knowing that, it made her feel more at ease against the turbulence.

It took her by surprise the outpouring of warmth she received from the crowds. Part of her wanted go close to greet some of them personally though that would have been a security risk. She blew a kiss as a ‘thank you’ to them. She flashed her smile and gave a friendly wave, though she did not speak more than necessary.

She heard an assortment of questions thrown in their direction, and it was impossible to answer them all. “I have been travelling- where? From system to system.” - “No, I’ve never been to Chandrilla, but heard it is lovely.” - “A pleasure to be here too.” - “Yes, it is a warm night.” - “Who dressed me? I dress myself.” that comment left the journalist perplexed. Probably he wanted the make and brand of her gown, but, no doubt, there were already agents sorting through fashion catalogues, as they spoke.

Vos jumped in and added teasingly for Ahsoka’s hearing mostly, "Yes, Ledaren and Valet to the Imperial Commissar! Just ring if you need me to dress you again!”

Ahsoka caught herself before she gasped at what he had said and was quick to hide that reaction. “A marvellous job too.”

“Practice! - You never know...” he smiled, though he felt entirely awkward. Not a feeling with which he was happy. What had happened to him, he wondered for an instant and then shrugged.

“Never know indeed… good skills to have on hand.” Ahsoka replied soft enough for only Vos to hear and then smiled again.

They were waved to continue on by one of the officials. Ahsoka nodded to them and gently tugged on Vos’ arm to lead him with her.

At the back of her mind she was keenly aware of the sway of her lekku with each step and used the timing as a guide for her pace. Last thing she wanted to do was make an embarrassment of herself by overtaking everyone ahead of her. She glanced to the Kiffu and could tell he would not mind either about entering before the others but there was etiquette to follow. She did not blame him either for not responding to the journalists around them, he did have an image to uphold. It did make her wonder about her own image, she had been off the grid for several years and now- There was another question thrown their way about homeworlds. “Pronounced Shili, one ‘L’ though depends on the region; some pronounce it as though it has two.”

“Shaeftain? It is ... complicated, something not to be discussed in this ...noise,” said Vos in reply to questions about his leadership role on Kiffu.

The journalist persisted, “So you have abdicated?”

Vos had not expected to be confronted with questions about his own circumstances, although now he chided himself about being surprised. “NO,” he answered simply. The journalist expected more explanation was forthcoming and running alongside them, pressed the point more.

Ahsoka caught his predicament and leaned over as her hand caught Master Vos’ arm. “It is a very long story,” She smiled sweetly to the journalist. “Another time would be more appropriate, if that’s alright by you...” She deliberately glanced behind her and back to the journalist again. “...We don’t want to hold up the others.”

“If you could just give me a little to go on, it would certainly help with giving credibility to the new regime...transparency?!” This was no shrinking flower, this reporter!

Vos looked to Ahsoka with surprise and decided it was in everyone’s best interest he play along nicely. “Eh...yes...I see your point...but here is not the pla....”

"Sorry, I can't make out the question…” Ahsoka raised her voice and with a hand gesture feigned that the noise was too much as her other hand subtly pulled Vos along with her. “...but I hope you will have a splendid evening!!"

---

A distinguished older man in an white Imperial military uniform, sporting a plaque on his chest denoted the rank of Colonel, observed the event from within the Senate building. What he witnessed reminded him of period of his life that felt like a lifetime ago. His hair had been brown instead of mostly white and he had been on a different career trajectory. There was a twinkle in his blue eyes as he smiled to himself and felt a warmth inside.

Footsteps interrupted his brief reminiscence and he had better make a move. Armed with a small datapad in hand, various calibrated bars of light denoting the status of the security for the event, most of which were in the green as one would say… for the moment. He noted with relief that the three other officers tasked with event security were now all present.

However, a yellow flag went up about for one of the assigned government lanes allotted for VIP transit to and from this event. Pulling up the notice, it was in regards to one of their guests who was under express security as ordered by the Emperor. Airborne surveillance identified the Embassy transport and escort and sent back to the security hub that the “special asset” had reversed course and was heading back the way they came. It made the Colonel wonder what would have caused the Senator of Naboo and the Queen to turn away so close to the venue. A forgotten item? Were they sick? A family emergency? Or something to do with the event? Did someone warn them away? He made a request for a confirmation and follow-up on the incident as the safety of everyone attending was of paramount importance.

TAG: To be continued

 

OCC: This character was created and run by Ominous, a great writer and gamer. He is missed and we send our best.



Name: General Praetorian Darkeyes (known as General Torian by most)
Gender: Male
Age: 47
Species: Human
Home world: Cholganna
Affiliation: Alliance
Personality
---Traits: Seasoned, Intelligent, Straightforward
---Likes: Drinking, smoking cigars, and killing bad guys
---Dislikes: Imperial stormtroopers, Imperial officers, stuffed shirts, armchair leaders, and BS
---Habits: Leading from the front, not the rear, telling it like he sees it
Appearance
---Skin Color: tan, battle scars
---Hair Color: dark with grey around the sides
---Eye Color: dark brown
---Clothing: urban camo BDU (no rank insignia), black OPS boots, ---Other Attributes:
---Other Details: black duty belt, tactical thigh holster
Weapons: DC15s
Starship
---Name: Reciprocity
---Class: Medium Strike Cruiser
---Hyper drive Class: 2.0
---Weapon(s): 20 Turbolasers (5 Forward, 5 Left, 5 Right, 5 Aft) Damage: 5D, 10 Turbolaser Batteries (4 Forward, 3 Left, 3 Right) Damage: 7D 10 Ion Cannons (4 Forward, 3 Left, 3 Right) Damage: 4D 10 Tractor Beam Projectors (2 Forward, 3 Left, 3 Right, 2 Aft)
---Shields: 1600 SBD
---Sub light Speed: 4 MLGT/s
---Crew: 1,972 but runs on less than that
---Passenger(s): 340 troops
---Max Cargo (kg): 6,000 metric tons
---Interior Description: special operations capable missions
---Other Details: Contains a cargo hold for alcohol
The Force
---Sensitivity: No
---Religion: Kill or be killed
---Light saber
-----Crystal(s): NA
-----Blade(s): NA
-----Color(s): NA
-----Handle Description(s): NA
---Force Abilities: Can connect with his wife somewhat
---Force Weakness: NA
---Other Force Object(s): NA
Biography
---Personal History: Currently holds the rank of General and Commander of all Alliance Military Forces, both army and navy. All military strategy is performed by General Torian and Admiral Ackbar. Married to Jedi Emi-to. Bail Organa and MonMothma are the leaders of the Rebellion however they are not involved in direct, military operational planning.
---Military History: Joined Republican army in the early days, excelling in special operations. He was approached by Mace Windu during the Clone Wars to watch the Clone armies for any change in personality. Master Windu believed in his gut something was going to happen but didn?t know what and for fear of suspicion, regulated Torian to report back to third parties who would then report to Windu.
---Traumatic Experiences: His wife and daughters were "in the way" during order 66 and shot without compunction by the Republic's clones on the day the Empire was born. Grief stricken and swearing revenge, he disappeared and from that day began to roam the galaxy. He watched as his homeworld and others were ravaged by the CIS and Empire.

 

Previously on GAW IV

 

Previously on GAW IV

 

~OOC/GM Message~ Continuation as before. Please note, we’ve tried to make the timings work… but it just isn’t possible, even by GFFA standards. This is the best we can do to keep within the realms of our GFFA reality and the laws of Physics.

This is a joint effort between @pashatemur and myself. Since there are quite a few character mentions in this post,we will be bolding some of the references to make it easier to spot.

~IC~ ISB Colonel, Agent #ISB-021, Emperor Anakin Skywalker, Lord Darth Vader, Re Mavrat of Ursa, Captain Jan di Toli, Ursean Security Forces (USF), Lieutenant and aid to the Emperor, Mira Solinova, Imperial Executive Assistant to the Executor, Ms. Soobie;, Ahsoka Tano - Commissar, Quinlan Vos - Ledaren of the Kavalad, Director Krennic, Phomas Caine, Luvis Grant - Station and Editor in Chief - HNN
Location: Senate Building, Coruscant

The Colonel was making his rounds and came down into the Grand Assembly Hall to meet some of the guests that were filling in from the atrium. Everything was proceeding as scheduled so far, but is the time to be extra vigilant, especially with the arrival of the Imperial Royal Family and their entourage had entered the atrium.

A couple waved hello to him and he smiled and waved back, remembering from the profile that they were the two young starlets fresh from the premiere of their holodrama: The Runaways. Their names finally came to him, Sopheeha Baladrone and Alabaster Nehon. “A good evening to you.” He said with a courteous bow and they returned the salutation and moved on and he continued on his path as he did another check of the datapad, looking over at the guests whom had arrived so far. He wondered how Grand Admiral Magnus Carthaginian and Admiral Jakin Poulo had felt crossing that ‘gauntlet’ outside, though two of his ISB agents that were assigned to them had assured him that the Admirals had arrived safely.

The feed from the different networks showed several various angles of the red carpet and different personalities with the guests for the reception. The glamorous and shimmering King Lee-Char with Queen Ruleto of Mon Cala along with Senator Meena Tills were walking the carpet… on another display Ms Rystáll Sant was interviewing Captain Scyther Vectis of the Imperial group All-Stars. Seeing the young Captain there in the spotlight made him smile inwardly. She has a promising career ahead of her-

His “restricted access” com rattled in his coat pocket and the Colonel tapped the earpiece to hear receive the call and confirm his identity after which he was informed that the security team, including the two small fighters following with discretion outside the transit lane, confirmed that Amidala II was indeed on return to their point of origin and security there was monitoring in passive mode. A call in flight seems to have precipitated the return to the Embassy.

“Colonel.” A voice steered his attention back to his surroundings. It belonged to another Imperial Officer, white tunic, a distinct white cape and the rank plaque signified the rank and division. The younger man excused himself as he rounded a young woman from Hsur’s holo net crew. Pretty, though dressed in black-not a flattering color for the young, thought the Colonel, but she clearly caught the approaching officer’s attention as she passed him on some errand in the opposite direction.

“Ah,” the Colonel cleared his throat to hide his surprise. “Director Krennic, a pleasure to see you again. I trust your projects are going as planned-oh, mind where you set your feet. This place is snaked all over with cables. We’ve got Hsur Hgubmil and his crew over here, Phomas Caine’s crew over there, ISB with Combined Security over here!”

Krennic looked down and indeed he’d nearly tripped. A loud buzzing sound alerted the Director to duck, as a cam drone zipped by overhead. “Thank you,” he said to the greying, older officer and gave a broad tight smile, dipping his head as he clasped the man’s hand, who said, “One can’t be too careful! Safety, first!”

“Of course, Colonel. How’s the family back home? Last I saw you, you’d just been made a grandfather!”

There seemed to be a sudden stir with security as several stormtroopers passed quickly between the Colonel and Krennic, at which the Colonel raised a brow in curiosity. In fact, it seemed General Lekauf and the Ledaren with the new Commissar Tano, standing outside the Security pen to the back and side of the other organizational staging areas, were sending out several details, for he could hear, “The patrol has been in place since the day they returned. They’ve been notified and have initiated the procedures as planned for contingency “Fight or Flight...”

The Colonel laughed distractedly, “Yes, yes...” but as he responded, his com buzzed in his pocket, “If you’ll excuse me, Director.”

“But of course, Colonel. You are always on duty.” Krennic bowed his head in respect to the Colonel and then moved on, his cape billowed behind him.

As he turned to answered the call, the Colonel watched Commissar Tano make her way back through the crowd, towards the Empress. His moustache twitched and he furrowed his brow as he had spotted someone in the crowd who looked familiar… did not recognise him from the list but had seen him before somewhere… the striking red skinned Twi’lek as the date of the familiar seeming man was unknown to him… were they a last minute addition? They seemed to know Sate Pestage so he let it go, he had more pressing matters to attend to as he signaled for one of his agents to meet him. He stopped behind one of the columns to be out of sight as he checked the update on the datapad. "Oh dear."

It was an alert for a foreign inbound communication and a quick transcript of the unencrypted keywords of the conversation and the message’s destination. The nature of it was disconcerting. He frowned and turned to face an approaching agent in a dark grey uniform, a young man with short blond hair and distinct lengthy sideburns.

“See what you can do, delicately,” said the elderly Colonel to the young Agent with confidence.

As it happened, back when he was a Republic officer, he knew something of the people involved. Not so long ago, he, along with a certain younger man, had once been well acquainted with the now famous and deceased Queen Amidala I. There were things he understood that no others could, knowledge he had, that should remain his alone. He was proud of his military record and proud of his position and work as an Imperial officer and his work fighting political corruption, thought difficult, had been fulfilling as his work now was. The Colonel was a principled individual . If he was asked to compare his commissions, he would say that one was no more nobler than the other. He looked up to see the Royal Family in holo and said, “Humm!” thoughtfully. “Yes, delicately,” he repeated. Turning back to look towards the security pen, he pursed his lips and nodded to himself.

---

"Your Majesty, sir," said di Toli, having shouldered his way to the Re. He bowed and saluted, "Beg pardon, sir, might I have a word?" he asked apologetically.

"Excuse us," said Anakin squeezing Celeste’s hand and giving a nod to his guests and Speaker Amedda before gesturing for di Toli to precede him through the crowd. He had to stop here and there along the way to promise he would meet or talk or consider or receive,...later. Finally, reaching privacy, di Toli leaned in to show the communique. The two conferred and Anakin kept the smile frozen on his face.

The Emperor said,"My old offices then, and send Lt. Solinova to inform Her Majesty, I am engaged in a brief meeting and to keep the fires burning."

"Of course, Your Majesty.” Saluting and bowing, di Toli departed quickly..

The Emperor headed to the lifts, pausing to nod to Grand Admiral Carthaginian as Anakin came to a stop and waited before the double doors of the conveyance. “There’s a matter of importance requiring my attention that cannot be deferred and until I know more, I’ll have to be vague-I am cognizant I will be needed shortly-Confer with Admiral Leitman and keep your coms at the ready,’ he said before the lift doors closed. The two of them and Anakin would be required soon to officiate at the reception and already the evening was taking an acute right turn! He had the sense that suddenly, they were all dancing on the end of someone’s strings.

---

Stepping beyond the barrier separating the work area from the guests, the Colonel looked out to study the other holo projections. Then, retracing his steps, out of the corner of his eye, he caught movement amongst the COMPNOR staff, and saw that busy crowd begin to move about quickly, a technician was scrambled to a communication operations and engineering board, his hand to his headset, a bureaucrat over his shoulder, also with hand to headset.

Just then, the pretty young lady in black could be seen approaching bumped by passersby as she seemed distracted, her mouth open as she bent to her head gear walking slowly as to pay attention. Ah, thought the Colonel, she must have been responding to the station chief whom he’d just seen through the transparent walls of the station pen standing up and seemingly barking into his head gear. He watched as the young woman in black picked her way through the cables to the HNN pen on her way towards the mobile steps to the platform where Hsur was perched, and where the two stood conferring in agitated state for several minutes. The Colonel, knowing the end destination of that alarming inbound message and witnessing what was currently playing out before him, quickly gleaned the meaning of the “play” before him and he was glad as he saw his agent, acting upon the Colonel’s directives.

There was an urgent call on the Colonel’s com, for the blinking red light shown pink through his coat pocket. In a flash, the Colonel opened the channel and had given his identification. “You say...what? Yes?...So, I’ve seen...Yes!...Certainly...I have an agent on it now...Yes, I’m looking at HNN’s station pen now...Noted, yes, you have my authority to do so. Yes, immediately. Yes, I see that Security are sending over their man, now...”

Meanwhile, amongst the technical staff there was a flurry of movement as a security detail headed by the young Agent conferred who gave directives to a burly human technician. The tech toggled several switches on the engineering board and gave a hand signal to a droid who picked up a cable and perfunctorily severed a coupling.

“Yes,...” said the Colonel, holding up a hand as the Ledaren approached. “I’ve just been alerted to it and as you see, HNN are offline, though,” he continued, pointing up to the platform above to Hgubmil who seemed still to be speaking at his severed audience, “it hasn’t yet registered to their staff.” But EVERYWHERE ELSE, all that shown of Hsur’s courageous effort was the HNN logo and the “Breaking News” sign suddenly blinking out to grey-flickering dead air for a short spate, then coming back online, the image resolving to reveal Phomas Caine commenting on the history of the Senate Rotunda.

He turned to the Ledaren, who then received a call of his own. The Colonel waited patiently and overheard the confirmation that the Empress, the Imperial Princess Sophia, and Cadet Solo were safely under the protective watch of Commissar Tano. The Ledaren then stepped up to discuss the ongoing matter and the Colonel simply stated “I best bring his Majesty up to speed with the latest ‘news’.”

---

“See what you can do, delicately,” the Colonel had said.

The young man, acknowledging the Colonel’s directives, nodded and turned waving his 4-trooper detail to follow him over to the temporary media hub. It was a cordoned section filled with broadcasting booths and support for the various networks covering the event, including HNN, functioning still as it had during the later part of the Republic, protected by the state to safeguard against tampering by the Confederacy to disseminate misinformation and manipulate popular opinion and the outcome of political elections in the, then Republic. Looking back over his shoulder, he saw the Colonel parting the sea of people spilling through the Assembly Hall like the old pro, he was, no doubt on a mission of his own.

The agent had only just been sent across the way to report to the Colonel and as he walked, he heard that security had raised their alert status. A moment later, a breezy young woman all in black shouldered past him as he responded to an update on his com. A few moments later, a crisp blurt of flack and static briefly filtered over the public holos. Apparently, the feeds had been brought down, something, that of any duration could prove cause for alarm, meaning anything from a media wide technical glitch to something more nefarious. He’d glanced up and seen that the displays had been hijacked by the HNN giant red logo. “By the fires of Mustafar!” he said under his breath and he hurried his pace. That was against regulations, someone had definitely overstepped their boundaries… He pushed past some of the confused technicians, their badges showing they worked for the other holo networks. He grabbed the first technician he could, and cooperating and quick thinking, he sent a droid to decouple the rogue network’s uplink, restoring the coverage for the other networks.

The “Breaking News” sign dissolved and then cleared to reveal Ms Sant complimenting a Falleen in a dark purple designer outfit-various perspectives of the celebrations were being covered by the three largest networks and a gaggle of smaller ones. Their live presentations could be seen on holo projectors half a minute or so later, for with live productions, there was a delay of thirty seconds before the feed would air.

On another, there shown a highlight of the Royal Entourage, then changing over to reveal the brilliantly lit Rotunda dome with the twinkling lights of the night cityscape all around and Phomas Caine’s voice in the background, saying, “Lit for the first time in nearly a decade! A magnificent testament to our resilience, symbol of this young, fresh administration and it’s renewal of the Senate. A truly momentous occasion...” Something was happening and he was a part it.

Upon entering the cordoned station hub, the agent had been required to flash his identification card, the guards snapping to attention and stepping aside to let him enter. He had pushed past some of the confused staff belonging to the other holo networks. The other techs wondered what in blazes had happened with that their coverage and were milling this over as the Agent ordered them to return to their posts.

They arrived at the control booth for HNN, located at the base, just behind the platform where sat Hsur’s news ‘nest’. This time, a flash of his identification brought about complete and utter cooperation of the HNN technicians and staff, as it was, ISB and the network were
cousins, with COMPNOR as Uncle.

The Agent’s purpose was clear. Anything and all relating to this incident was to be handed over. All six of HNN’s cam drones were recalled and collected and given to the ISB to download their entire memory and to clean. To continue the show, Ms Tribble was to host the event for the network, in Hgubmil’s absence, with the use of a newly provided cam drone. Until that arrived, Ms. Tribble was to comment on existing packets of the event and previously recorded news items about the event. The Technician nodding in understanding, started the necessary tasks to continue broadcasting as directed when cleared to do so by the investigations director.

The Agent then assigned and posted guard, two of the troopers to secure the entrance and exit to the control booth. “Bring the technicians responsible for loading the images and co-opting the network feeds,” said the agent .“Secure the HNN pen, and have affidavits taken from the other networks to triangulate.” He left the guards to carry out his orders, oversee the carrying out of those instructions, and to standby as a precaution against complications.

Followed by a contingent of two other troopers, the agent and troopers stealthily mounted the stairs, and in silence. When they reached the top, Hsur was just wrapping up his impassioned publically pressed plea, “...Emperor Vader, I appeal to you ,stop this before it is too late! You are Naboo's only hope!" For he had let Hsur continue speaking his message, though no one would get to hear it except for the assisting technician who was recording Hsur-the recording to be confiscated as evidence along with any other duplicates and their destinations allowed by the program used to record, Shilling, and Hsur, himself. All that had gone out to the public was his opening statement: “Good day, good evening to every citizen of the Empire. The galaxy’s focus is here in this great, historic atrium of the Senate where the new Emperor Vader has now arrived with his family along with government and military personages to celebrate the end of the war.” Presently, pre-recorded commentary was running from earlier in the day, concerning the end of the war and interviews with various historians and planners, celebrities, and the fashions on the carpet..

Stepping suddenly into the booth, identification chip held before him, the Agent said, “Agent Kallus, operating number; ISB-021. I will ask for you to step aside…” He double clicked his com to give the troopers the signal to do their jobs. “...and come with me.” Training at the academy did emphasize the handyness of “whelming the target,” as his mentor was fond of saying. The crew in the control room behind the booth could be seen looking on in utter surprise, as Hsur, in his ‘altogether’ neat and discreet three piece two tone grey formal suit with velvesheen frock jacket and Ms. Shilling in her black tunic and trousers were summarily interrupted by Kallus.

The troopers entered, patted the occupants of the booth down and confiscated all of Hgubmil and Shillings’ communications gear and equipment both HNN and personal, while the Agent spoke to two other ISB agents arriving to take testimony and conduct interviews, clear personnel, sweep the data, and confiscate duplicates and partial packets of the messages received and transmitted and of Hgubmil’s hastily cobbled “story.”

“This way, please.” Kallus asked. On their way out of the Booth, the guards ensuring the safe and smooth egress of Ms. Shilling and Hsur Hgubmil, they were met by a contingent of 3 COMPNOR techs to whom the agent quipped, “You guys are a bit out of the loop. Wait and report to the on-site investigative coordinator-there she is arriving now.” said the Agent gesturing with his chin to the guarded pen entrance below. “You can start “cleaning” at her command.” Turning about to clear the stairs, the techs clattered down the steps. The booth needed to be searched and the techies supervised, so Kallus commed combined security to send several more agents. The station chief hurried over and apologized with concern as he stepped along quickly to keep up with the agent, calling to a bewildered worker, “Go get Tribble, for Pete’s sake and that, no-account, Acer Beckett!”

There were groans from around the HNN staff. “Quit whining and get them prepped and in that booth as soon as they’re allowed. We can’t leave those two wandering around loose outside anyway!”

“I’ve already sent to have them brought up here, Chief. They should be here ....” he looked up to cooing and confusion, “There they are now!” Sure enough, there were the anchorman, Acer Beckett and Onut Tribble, both looking confused and spooked. The Chief ran his hands over his perspiring face as the ONLY technician that worked on loading images and who had interrupted the network feeds was brought over.

“After they answer a few questions, our people will help get them prepared and restore your uplink-that is, if all works out. In the meantime, you need to come with me as well.” Kallus held up a hand as he tapped his earpiece to listen and then answered whoever it was, standing straighter and answering a question in the affirmative.

The chief pursed his lips and stuck his hands in his pockets, saying mostly to himself, “Yeah, I figured as much! Mind if I ask you a question?”

Kallus blew a breath, “Mr....” he looked at the chief editor’s name tag, ‘Grant, Luvis,Luvis Grant-“Mr. Grant, I’m not averse to that, though, depends on what you ask,-but- I’m going to warn you and your technician, Ms Shilling, and Mr. Hgubmil, that whatever you say can be used in evidence against you. It’s a matter of public record...I’m recording.”

“Yeah, yeah...” said the heavy set Chief, his gravelly voice gaining a bit more of his usual crank and bluster and he shot Hgubmil a nasty look. “So, Agent Kallus, are we being arrested?”

Kallus thought for moment as they walked, surrounded by guard escort. “Excuse me, Chief,” said Kallus, “Sergeant, not to COMPNOR, we’re taking the lift back this way,” he said, directing them away from the hub and the barriers separating all the utilitarian machinery, press, and services from the guests. “We’re going upstairs.”

The Sergeant answered accordingly and the group headed toward the lifts. Kallus returned his attention to the Chief, “You were saying, sir?”

“Yeah, are we being arrested?” Luvis asked more forcefully.

“I think that’s going to depend on initial assessment. Right now, my orders are to hold you for questioning.” said Kallus.

“...And that would be by whom?” asked Luvis, in frustration, “The interview, who’s conducting this questioning.”

Kallus looked down, raising his brows at the Chief who stood a head shorter than the agent, and spread his hands.

“Can’t answer that one? Got it!” Luvis smiled a tight smile, turned his head round to regard Hgubmil with dagger-eyes, and said tightly, “If we get out of this alive, Hsur, I’m going to bury your career so deep, you grandstanding son of a bantha, the only thing you’ll be good for is paving!” Then he leaned towards Kallus, “That’s for the record!”

---

A few lights in the outer office flickered on and Ms. Soobie could be heard greeting the just-arriving Ledaren and another in the large transparasteel vestibule and moments later, a another lift could be heard arriving out in the corridor, and then another as detainees from the debacle downstairs began to arrive. The matter had been reported to Anakin on his way up the lift, as he’d come to hear from fleet command about a hopefully minor issue about the movement of resource and now found a call with code red on his com from Sabe as he stood in the doorway of his Executor’s office taking the com in his hand he wondered what could happen between her Embassy and the Senate. He’d not received any notice of incident and then he realized why she might be calling. Anakin heaved a sigh, slapping his brow in frustration, and combed his fingers through his hair. Best to get the information straight so that he could address the Queen’s concerns.

The Colonel, Wullf Yularen, approached the Emperor, he bowed his head in greeting. “A moment of your time, There is something you should know I require your… delicate touch…” A knowing smile given. “...if you don’t mind.”

“Admiral Yularen,” said Anakin,

Yularen, saluted and bowed, though with a slight one-sided smile, given the surprised but warm greeting the young Emperor gave. Then standing, he tapped his bars, “Colonel, now!”

“Yes, of course. I’ve a call out to Grand Admiral Thrawn and another incoming from Her Majesty Sabe Amidala...What’s all this?” asked Anakin, looking round Yularen at Ledaren Vos and an ISB Agent with trooper contingent leading detainees, one of whom was the self-same newsman who’d interviewed him just the day before.

Yularen nodded in their direction and said, “S’Part of the matter needing your attention, Your Majesty. The Ledaren thought it might be a discrete convenience to bring them here. May I...ah...?” asked the Colonel tossing his chin in the direction of Anakin’s office.

“Yes, certainly, come in,” said the Emperor, leading Yularen back into his office after him, “You’ll excuse me a moment, Colonel,” said Anakin sending a message back to Sabe, “Your Highness Amidala, I’ve been informed as to the reason you are calling and am handling the matter personally. I ask that you await my call while I am investigating and talking to parties involved and then we will confer, you and I-and yes, the urgency is known to me.” Yularen stood at attention, the faintest arch to one brow for a moment, and waited with patience until the new Emperor finished his message and turned to face him.

“I take it this is to do with a network interruption,” said Anakin, brows lowered in concentration, as he turned, hands on hips, to listen.

“Ah, perhaps we might make a whole of a bunch of backends, then- and the sooner, the better-we’ll know whether this situation has tooth and claw. Briefly, Your Majesty…”

TAG: To be continued - Will address the tags relating to Sabe Delba - Queen Amidala II of the Naboo

For Grand Admiral Magnus Carthaginian, Admiral Jakin Poulo, Elias Blud, Nyll, Sate Pestage, Scyther Vectis and the All-Stars, Celeste, Sophia, Riyo Chuchi, Bail Organa... Those who are in attendance and within the senate plaza and building are welcome to mindle.

LZM, you are welcome to respond with reactions and responses from Hsur and Ms Shilling. Onut Tribble and Becket. Pasha, for Luvis Grant and Technicians

 

~Co-GM Approved~

Name: Wullf Yularen
-Rank: Colonel (formerly: Admiral of the Republic Navy)
--Gender: Male
---Species: Human
----Homeworld: Coruscant
Affiliation: Imperial Security Bureau


*Image from Wookiepedia, sourced from: FFG’s - Star Wars:The Card Game / Armada / Rebellion

Appearance:
----Eye Color: Blue
-----Hair Color and Style: Short, white with hints of brown and a moustache
------Skin Complexion: fair
-------Clothing: White Uniform
--------Physique: 181 centimetres tall.
---------Personality: Crisp and efficient, respects chain of command. Strict military officer.
----------Quirks: Dislikes unorthodox approach to things yet open minded and respects their abilities. Loyal to a fault.
-----------Force Sensitive: No

Biography

Born on Coruscant. He was an officer of the Republic Navy, fought in the Battle of Malastare Narrows to break the Corporate Alliance’s blockade of the planet. Despite the victory, Yularen had lost many of his forces against Admiral Trench tactical abilities. Trench’s flagship was destroyed and presumed dead though the encounter had scarred Yularen. He left the navy to work for the Republic Senate Bureau of Intelligence (Republic Intelligence) and retired.

He was persuaded back into service when the Clone War broke out. He became an Admiral of the Republic Navy with the Venator Star Destroyer, Resolute, as his flagship. He was mostly assigned with General Skywalker and fought in several campaigns over the early years of the war. Despite disagreements with some of the ‘brash’ and ‘reckless’ actions of certain Jedi Generals, he did all in his power to assist.

After the transition into the Empire, he had resigned his commission to return to the intelligence field and given the title of Colonel as he joined the Imperial Security Bureau (ISB), an organisation within Commission for the Preservation of the New Order (COMPNOR).
Two years ago, he was instrumental in the restructuring of the Naval Intelligence Agency (NIA) into Imperial Intelligence (Formerly Republic Intelligence pre-Empire).

Yularen also a member of the Faculty at the Royal Imperial Academy on Coruscant, Alexsandr Kallus became one of his top pupils and had joined with the ISB after the completion of his studies.

 

Previously on GAW IV


Yorik Strohna (minus the fibrous "growth" on the surface)

 

Previously on GAW IV

 

Previously on GAW IV

 

Grand Admiral Magnus Carthaginian, Admiral Julien Leitman, Captain Leonides Peii
Reception, Senate Rotunda, Coruscant; HIM Star Destroyer Ultimos

With an abrupt crash of the symbols and a run up of the scale for the harmonic instruments, the small orchestra finished their piece with gusto. The energetic and triumphant end to the march was well executed.

Magnus, standing with a glass of Toniray in a thin flute, had found himself next to the small orchestra at the corner of this room. Not much of a musician himself, he had always appreciated the arts. As the musicians collected themselves for the next piece, it struck the Grand Admiral that he knew the conductor. He was an aged man, but well-kept. His full-beard was neatly shaved to come to an exacting point just below the chin, and his white-black-grey hair was brushed back over his scalp. The conductor’s name Magnus couldn’t remember, but the man caught his eye as his raised his hands to the orchestra, bringing them all to attention.

With a quick count, the conductor’s baton came down and began playing a piece that was instantly recognizable to the Grand Admiral and transported him mentally to their first meeting. It was at the Galaxies Opera House shortly after the formation of the Empire for the Ursean opera “The Cunning Little Vixen”. It told the story of a small Fengla that refused to be tamed. The principals of this particular performance had been the soprano Natalie d’Auvergne and the tenor Abelard Clare.

Raising his glass in recognition to the conductor, the Grand Admiral turned back to the crowd.

While the earlier crash of the cymbal had silenced the din of the crowd, the current harmonic strings of the orchestra now wafted through the space leaving the room open and loud.

Taking up this position had been an old habit of Magnus’. A young Magnus would situate himself here to watch his father move about the room, from party to party, making connections, shaking hands and remembering small details of each with such ease. As he grew, and saw the role of military strategy in his own life, tactics had spilled over into his observations so that he now would stand here much as a Star Destroy would sit at the edge of the system before entering an attack strategy.

Magnus sipped at his Toniray wine and surveyed the room of beings. Many he knew by reputation or connection. Others, he'd noted in his research prior to the reception from both his own arduous work and that of his personal assistant Sinjir. Others, senators were familiar to him from his family’s connection to politics. Celebrities were easy enough to pick out. The military men, of course, were known to him from their services together or their service jackets. He’d also attended events such as this before during his life growing on Coruscant. Still, there were new comers and others that had never flown on his radar - political, socially, or otherwise.

Just as he was ready to plan his initial move into the collective conversation, the fabric of the room changed ever so slightly. From corners of the room, figures were leaving their spaces and converging. A casual observer would likely not catch the change in activity, but from his place at the corner of the room and senses alert, it was obvious something was afoot, though not with the life-threatening urgency that would come from an attack.

As if on cue, the music changed to introduce the forestman, a somber horn sounding as if in the distance. In his periphery, Magnus caught the agile figure of ISB Colonel Yularen as he paused behind a pillar to check his small datapad. Amazing how a figure wearing a stark white uniform could move about the room so unnoticed. As the Colonel removed himself and continued on, Magnus noted the Emperor’s Aide Jan di Toli whispering the Skywalker in another corner of the Rotunda, and they both departed.

A group of guests broke his view briefly as they laughed good naturally together and made their way through the crowd. Unable to see anything of the fabric of the room, it was time to move. Magnus lowered his glass and excused himself to the couple at his left. Passing into the crowd, he shook the hand of a Senator good-naturedly and within a few steps was free of the crowd again.

Skywalker was walking toward the lifts, but pausing he nodded to Magnus.

“There’s a matter of importance requiring my attention that cannot be deferred and until I know more, I’ll have to be vague-I am cognizant I will be needed shortly-Confer with Admiral Leitman and keep your coms at the ready,’ he said before the lift doors closed.

Magnus tipped his head to the side in acceptance.

“At your service, Majesty,” he said and turned back to the crowd.

Magnus removed one of his security cylinders from his breast-pocket and depressed the top down twice quickly. With his other hand, he lifted his glass high as a guest absent-mindedly swung under it. Spinning, a quick glance around the room allowed him to see Empress Celeste standing next to Mas Amedda. The Empress would not be an appropriate first guest. He never had a feeling she liked him, and if that were true having that forced regality near by would not make meeting Mas Amedda again profitable. Instead, he nodded to the couple at his elbow when his flute came safely down from the sky with no more passers-by under it.

“Ah, Senator Organa,” he said, sliding the device pack into his pocket and picked out a face he knew well. “I had meant to greet you much earlier at the Emperor’s Inaugural Speech but was detained by business. I trust you and her Majesty are well.”

The ever-popular Senator from Alderaan may not recognize him, as their meeting had been ages ago, but he hoped that he would.

“My uncle talks frequently of your passionate discussions on the Senator. May that continue,” he said raising the Toniray to him.

From across the room, Admiral Paulo removed his own security cylinder to acknowledge receipt of the coded message by depressing his faux-cylinder twice. He disengaged himself politely from a twi'lek couple and nonchalantly made his way to Admiral Leitman across the floor.

****

Admiral Julien Leitman surveyed the room with a good natured smile. He was enjoying himself and though he'd not had time to rest, he had had time to get caf on the way over. Nipped with a little whiskey, it had made a sufficient repass. Maybe it was the kilt. Who can be unhappy in a kilt?

Grand Admiral Carthagian's subordinate Admiral Jakin Paulo was slowly making his way over under the pretext of an empty glass. He nodded to Julien.

"Alpha Beta 0,“ he said simply in his deep baritone as he walked past him to the bar.

"Understood, Admiral."

He adjusted the ornamental sash and his comm fell from behind it into his palm.

Smiling so as not to attract attention, Leitman casually moved to the edge of the room to check in with the USF office, as well as the security personnel in plain clothes here at the Senate Rotunda.

***

“Alpha Beta what,” the young Imperial Captain asked from down a gaping hole in the decking.

Standing above the rectangular cut out from the bulkhead, Commander Yeetz leaned onto his knees and said the phrase with more gusto into the darkness.

“Alpha Beta Zero,” he said slowly.

The young, blonde head of Leonides Peii burst from the hole, almost making contact with the commander’s face.

“Oh, beg pardon,” he said, wiping his greasy wrist against his forehead, streaking oil and grease from brow to brow. “What’s this now? Beta Zero? I’m…uh…not familiar.”

Yeetz adjusted his peaked cap that fallen asunder and looked down at his new Captain. In his first command, and certainly not shy about admitting it. Yeetz couldn’t tell if he liked that or not. What he was sure of was that the Hyperdrive unit was no place for the commander when an engineering team numbered into the thousands.

“From the Grand Admiral, sir,” he said, leaning back. “Ships ready, proceed with caution, prep for immediate departure but a stress on no visible signs of activity.”

“How’s that,” Peii asked crawling out of the hold. “Huh. Alright. Make it…go for it, Commander. Proceed.”

Since leaving the Kuat drive yards, the newly minted Star Destroyer had been on its inaugural voyage and had experienced hiccups as usual. Despite all the pomp and circumstance, any new ship needed to find her knees. Peii, just as newly minted in command as the Star Destroyer, felt the same. An expert engineer and designer, the idea of command was not his intention. He was surprised to receive the order from Admiralty.

Just as the ISD listed to port every 250 parsecs, or the hyperdrive speed regulators acted up, or the new tech on the ISD refused to interface with the older style systems of other ships Peii found himself simpatico. He felt out of place, unable to control the speed of his projection to command and yet eager to get started. Additionally, he just couldn’t get the persnickety chief engineer to admit that his ideas were more efficient.

“We’ll come out of light speed within the hour, sir,” Yeetz offered.

“Yes. Very good,” he said, brushing his hands on his trousers. “Well…that won’t come out.”

Peii smiled a full grin back to his XO.

“Nothing like getting your hands dirty on the way to a Alpha Beta Zero, eh, Commander? Tell the Chief the new drive is operating at 115% efficiency. I’d like to see him in my office in 20 minutes to go over the rest of the spec list.”

***

“Acknowledge receipt,” Captain Brigitta Kerg nodded to her Comms officer.

By now the rest of the fleet Onslaught had received the message of general alarm. Whether this was just a drill, part of heightened security during the stay here in Sector Zero, or something else entirely she didn’t know. In the end, it didn’t matter. They’d be ready.

****

Grand Admiral Magnus Carthaginians’ pocket softly and inaudibly buzzed from the faux security cylinder, acknowledging with each coded vibration the receipt of the order from his subordinates. From across the room, he met Leitman’s eye and raised his flute of Toniray, nearly empty.

TAG: Emperor Skywalker, Bail Organa, any of the other guests (Vectis and All Stars to Respond to the message)

 

~IC~ Captain Dorja
Location: ISD Relentless, Naboo’s orbit

All the Imperial starships had powered up their engines as the next stage of the drill was set in motion. They were to orbit the planet of Naboo for the duration of the procedure. A randomiser had been factored into their flight paths to eliminate the predictability factor and also avoid collisions with each other.

The thrumming of the powerful ion engines could be felt in the decking. There was mild chatter in the crewpit, Dorja frowned and stepped over. “Trouble?” Dorja asked them.

Communications had received a few calls from Imperial assets on the surface, claiming a suspension of inbound and outbound traffic. Evacuation sirens had been broadcasted for all to go to the shelters.

“Evacuation?” Dorja arched his brow. “On whose authority?”

“The Governor Eicestor… there had been transmissions-”

“Jam all communications…” Dorja snapped. “The fool is getting instructions from somewhere and going to cause more harm than good…” His voice trailed off. It was not like him to go on like that but something strange was going on.

The sensor team reported that the planetary shield had been powered up. Dorja moved to the viewport to gaze across to the planet, wondering if this was the harbinger of hostilities that the Grand Admiral had warned him about. He knew about the ground emplacements on the surface. Were the Naboo planning a revolt?

“We’ve caught part of the transmission… they were reporting on our ship movements and as soon as the Grand Admiral had left…comparing us to the Trade Federation blockade.”

“That’s preposterous. Anyone with any acumen could clearly see this is not a blockade, but a defensive formation.” Dorja’s voice raised with indignation. “Have all our ships on full alert. Inform the Grand Admiral what has transpired here. Create a secure direct link with the Imperials on the planetside now.”

TAG: Grand Admiral Thrawn

 

~OOC~ A special thanks to @pashatemur for this joint post.

~IC~ Ahsoka Tano, Imperial Princess and Enfanta of Ursa, Sophia Anastasia, Imperial Empress, RMU, Marie-Celeste, and Cadet Han Solo
Location: Senate Building, Coruscant

She made her way back through the crowd of guests with a sense of purpose. There had been a disruption with the broadcasts, Master Vos was looking into it while she was to ensure the safety of Celeste and Sophia.

Side stepping and slipping between openings, Ahsoka politely smiled and bowed her head to a few people. She put aside all notion of trying to see anyone she recognised and focused on being watchful for potential threats. So far, everyone seemed to be enjoying themselves judging by the brief murmurs she picked up upon.

Aware of a familiar signature nearby and at the corner of her vision, she spotted the distinctive forward curving montral tips of a Togrutan male peeking above the crowd. She caught her breath and stopped mid-stride. Then took a step back as the montrals turned in her direction, carefully leaning a little to the left and then, drawing up and out of view, Ahsoka quickly made a detour in the opposite direction, slipping away and melting into the crowd to finally reach the daias and the Imperial Royal Entourage. With a bit of irony, she ascended the steps. She kept her eyes ahead, best not to look back yet and indicate she was aware of that presence.

Stepping to one of the Black Guards who gave the Commissar a nod of recognition, she relayed in a close whisper to keep alert, briefly explaining what had happened with the media hub. Yet, nearby, stood a curious onlooker in a cadet’s uniform, trying much not to look too obvious.

Hands on hips and tilting her head slightly to her left shoulder, Ahsoka stood, eyes appraising. "Can I count on you, Cadet Solo?"

"Huh, uh.” Han turned about quickly, "Ye...Yes, mam! I've got things in order here...everything is...great! Just great!" He nearly tripped in his very stiff boots and he half saluted and made as if he'd meant to make a kind of casual bow.


"Excellent. Thank you. There had been a minor disturbance... it probably is nothing... but best be alert and wary."

Smiling at his response, placing a hand on his shoulder as a friendly acknowledgement, a small incline of her head before she turned to move on. Her rear lek swaying like a pendulum with each step, her lips pursing, eyes scanning along the high ceilings and around and then she took her place with Celeste and Sophia.


Mother and daughter were playing with a toy rendering of an Ursean starfighter, seated not very far from where Cadet Solo stood at the edge of the daias a short distance away, glancing around the room as if he were looking for something, hands clasped at his back and dangling his cap. Sophia watched, peeking round the high backed upholstered bench, one of many situated around the edges of the room around tables. She spied him lift his chin a bit as he caught sight of the Commissar, but as she drew nearer, he assumed a more serious aspect and continued scanning the room.

Obliged to turn around, Sophia bridled as she could see that while Han could pretend to be very busy walking about wherever he liked, Sophia must be patient, and that the promising spectacle was turning out to be a “must be:” must be attentive, must be gracious, must be composed, must be...must be...

Celeste was well aware she could not hold a candle to Han in her daughter’s eyes and she certainly could understand Sophia’s disappointment, but while Han was very patient with Sophia, he was becoming a young man, and far too old to be saddled with being Sophia’s playmate. She smoothed Sophia’s long dark hair and bent to listen to her daughter’s complaint, “He told me, he is very busy keeping watch over the Atrium and he cannot play just now,” pouted Sophia, but brightening as Ahsoka sat next to them. Sophia turned out of her private petulance and beamed at the Togruta. “Ahsoka!” She raised her arms and threw them about Ahsoka’s neck.

Ahsoka caught her and hugged the Enfanta. Being mindful with her arms as not to crumple the Ursean gown, but Sophia nestled close and asked, “Will you have time to play with me, or will you be busy too? Papa is busy and everyone is!”

Celeste glanced at Ahsoka and bit her lip before touching her daughter on the shoulder. “That’s right, Sophia, minn alskling, and you are busy too. I know it is difficult to sit and attend all these long conversations, but the people don’t know us and if we are going to be their Imperial family, they need to feel they know us a little. It is good manners and it IS our duty, as you well know. When you have a duty, it is a promise.”

“Yes, I suppose...but I don’t want to be an Imperial Famil-” said Sophia tucking her chin and turning to her mother to press against her.

“Oh, dear!,” said Celeste with a tiny “shhhhh” as she put a finger to her lips and looked to Ahsoka with a wide-eyed glance. The Empress tucked her chin and hugged Sophia a little, putting a little kiss a top her head. “Oh, Sophia! It is not easy to follow duty when it is ... difficult. It’s fine when it is pleasant...look, tell me, do you think Kitty is good at hosting tea parties or are you better?”

“Kitty!” said Sophia, teasingly.

“Oh really?!” said Celeste with skepticism.

“Nooooo!” said Sophia giggling, “She drinks all the milk and eats all the biscuits for herself!”[/color]

“Well, that’s why Papa is Emperor!” said Celeste simply.

“Kitty would not be a good Emperor!” said Sophia with surety.

“That’s true, Kitty is better at being Kitty,” said Celeste, “but just like Kitty, some people would drink all the milk and eat ALL the biscuits, if they could!” said Celeste letting her shoulders relax a little and taking a deep breath.

Suddenly, the small group was aware that Ms. Gartner stood before them and bowing, the governess asked if she might take Sophia for a little walk around the daias for which the Empress was very grateful. Off she went, hand in that of her governess and nurse surrounded by four guards who moved about the daias trying to be discrete.

Celeste shook her head and sighed. “Green fields and open seas!” she whispered to herself. Turning with a smile she greeted Ahsoka and quietly asked about the goings on she knew were occuring, yet, about which she had little information, “Commissar...Ahsoka. You’ve been officially engaged already?

“Officially engaged…” Ahsoka repeated softly, the wording took her by surprise. Her brows furrowed a fraction, her cheeks warmed as her mind processing which meaning of engaged was intended. “Oh…” The use of Commissar must have meant about her new title and role. “...yes, there wasn’t any fanfare, there usually isn’t any, but I am active.”

Celeste looked blankly to the Commissar and then chuckled, reaching to take one of Ahsoka’s hands in hers. “I meant, I’ve seen some distinct activity occurring on the periphery, I assume it is considered “in hand” else I’d have been notified. Still, the guests are starting to wonder. I find I may have to move us towards some method err long. Did my Lord give you any message for me?”

Ahsoka smiled and squeezed Celeste’s hand gently. “It is in hand and you all have me near...” She looked over to where Cadet Solo was standing at attention, wondering how much to say. She had not been in contact with Anakin, only the Ledaren, so she did not yet know how matters were developing. However, Anakin had asked for her to keep an eye on things and she was here with those he holds dear to his heart with a promise to keep them safe. From what they knew so far and the teams involved, it should be contained soon enough. She then leaned her head close to Celeste. “...when it was a minor network technical issue, just someone got a bit carried away and outgrew their boots.”

The Empress looked out over the crowd smiling as she listened, continuing to keep connected to the public, nodding to the Ursean Security Forces, Chief executive officer, Grand Admiral Leitman, as she noted both he and Imperial Navy Grand Admiral Magnus Carthaginian within moments of each other. “Ah...“ she said quietly, though smiling still and making eye contact with various people with whom she’d been introduced. However, it was clear that attendees were growing curious at the absence of the Emperor. “I’m glad to hear the matter is being remedied quickly. I hope it’s conclusion is forthcoming momentarily. Is there any way you can without disturbing or complicating matters more, find out when my Lord might be returning?” asked Celeste, still visually interacting with the reception attendees. The room was filling up and guests, gathering at the balconies, holding forth, themselves, in all their finery, waving or pointing out arriving colleagues or acquaintances. However, many turned about in their intimate orbit ruminating for something interesting to observe or some cogent idea to convey, and coming up with nothing, were not unlike Cadet Solo, busy looking busy.

Ahsoka nodded and contacted Master Vos, she related to him her position, that everyone is safe, then asked about Anakin. After a few words, the call ended and she returned to Celeste and related that things were contained on this end and that Anakin was caught up with a matter concerning Fleet Command and would return soon.

TAG: Reception Attendees