Star Wars: 3644 [Mature - The Old Republic]

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Star Wars
A Galaxy Divided

A time of doubt and darkness for the galaxy. Great tension continues to grow between the Galactic Republic and the Sith Empire as a tense cold war continues to escalate.
Proxy wars, espionage, political actions and smaller scale undeclared wars are the sword and shield of either side prepare for all out war.

The Perlemian Trade Route is a critical source of commerce and trade in Galactic Republic, one of the many veins of lifeblood which has kept the massive government
alive over it's thousands of years in operation. Along this route sits the Republic aligned world of Sevra, a peaceful world nearly as old as the Republic itself, now engulfed
in a bloody civil war. Loosing this vital world could lead to a lack of supplies in the core worlds, and more so sever a vital method of travel to the Republic, leaving the
worlds upon it at the mercy of the Sith Empire.

The Sevratarian government has been fighting a loosing battle against separatist noble houses, intent on taking the planet and leaving the Republic. Uneasy negotiations
have been underway for nearly two years as the separatists only get bolder and bolder, backed by an unknown party supplying them with the means to destroy the
poorly trained and ill equipped Sevratarian loyalists.

A plea to the Republic Senate is heard, and Jedi Knight Ki-Somo Pasla is sent with the Jedi Councils blessing to find a peaceful end to this bloody conflict. However, the
Jedi peace keeper has sent a high priority distress call to the Council on Tython, claiming that the world is enduring something far more treacherous than they had initially
anticipated, and that negotiations are impossible. With this new information, the Senate has voted to settle matter on Sevra through force of arms, against the advisement
of the Jedi Council. A force of Republic warships have been sent to settle issue, however the nature of Pasla's distress call remains uncertain. In these times of uncertainly,
the clouds of the Dark Side shade all, and nothing is known for sure...

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Knight Ahkara Sye and Padawan Ariet Akez
Sevra - Loyalist Territory

"Vessel identification zero-zero-one-nine-seven-two, this is Sevra Republic docking authority. You have been cleared to land at the following coordinates, I'm transmitting them to your navcomputer now." The ships navcomputer nonchalantly beeps and flashes a blue light 3 times as it receives the information. "Count Kainite Floto and Baroness Erisi Tucker will be meeting you there. Enjoy your stay on Sevra!" The transmission comes to a close as the ship makes the final approach to the coordinates.

The Jedi walk off the platform to be greeted by two figures in formal attire. The male, Count Kainite, stands a good half a foot taller above Baroness Erisi. They both wear blue and white attire with high collars and accented shoulders but Kainite wears a cape and has some more intricate patterns on his clothes. Kainite appears to hold an average build and a light complexion with slicked back brown hair and a clean shave. Erisi appears to have a more-so skinny build with a slightly darker complexion with an intricate hairstyle involving two high buns and a swept fringe.

As the two Jedi approach the duo, Count Kainite performs a nearly perfect 90 degree bow and Baroness Erisi performs a well-practiced curtsy.
"Good day, master Jedi." greets Count Kainite as the two rise up from their gestures. "Duke Nom Evoros is excited to see you, if you would be so kind to follow us."
"Unless you would like to go somewhere else first, of course." chimes in Baroness Erisi to the restrained irritation of Kainite, "Your accommodation has been prepared and your meals are being taken care off - you only need say the word, Master Jedi, and you will be served by the best in Sevra." Erisi bows slightly to complete her input with a slight smirk on her face.
"Y-Yes, of course." forces Count Kainite.

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Knight Korsan Rung and Padawan Xkylar
Espereth Station - Neutral Territory

"Vessel identification number zero-zero-... uh.. I think that's a fou- oh, blast this... You're cleared to land at dock number 7. Never mind the trash, the cleaners will come get it eventually..." There's a slight pause in the transmission as the navcomputer receives the navigation data. After a few seconds it beeps and flashes a few times. "Anyway, there you go. By the way, the thugs down in the hanger aren't really tax collectors, if you can do anything about that while you're there... Enjoy your stay!"

The Jedi walk off the ramp to be greeted by two somewhat smelly Gamorreans. One is leaning on a somewhat chunky vibrosword and the other carries a scatter gun. The Gamorrean with the scatter gun steps forward to speak in thick Gamorrese.
"Station tax. 50 credits." spits out the alien, translated to galactic basic.

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Marauder Rafe Barune
Sevra - Separatist Territory

Count Strago Cridmeen's compound - a pretty standard three-story complex without anything of overly large note about it. Beyond security holocameras it lacks automation's and automatic defenses. There's a moderate amount of guardsmen in, at and around the building, generally travelling in groups of two bar the occasional group of three or four. The front entrance is open and unguarded bar the two patrols of two moving in opposite directions around the exterior of the building, although the front entrance leads into a secured lobby.

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Apprentice Drakan Balisk
Sevra - Separatist Territory

"Mister Balisk? Ah, yes..." speaks the clerk as Drakan approaches, having not a clue who he really is. "Duke Kelko Camasau is ready to see you. Through the door on the left." The clerk smiles and nods before returning to her work. Most of the guards in the building would question the Apprentice regardless of where he goes, whether it be into the Duke's office or not.

[Mr.Cynic]

It wasn't like he was new to this, already having spent two years with his Master he enjoyed another adventure. Of course in the process of doing so, he had managed to open his mouth to many times, which got him into lots of hot water.

If Korsan didn't think much through. Xky's biggest problem was keeping his mental filter on and not saying everything he thought. Beside that his Master tried to keep him focused and told him this time all he was to do on the way was practice and train.

Which was beginning to bore Xky. If there was one thing he enjoyed more than practicing, it was going on some grand kind of adventure. Korsan hadn't told him much about their current mission, probably to keep him grounded and focused on what he was suppose to be doing. The unfortunate truth was that the young padawan was becoming bored.

An hour into the trip and Xky's focus had been completely broken. He had turned into the kid who asked every five minutes are we there yet.

When they finally reached their destination, Korsan had already given him a mouth full about being less eager to act and more eager to control one's desires. Truth be told it was going half way into one ear and completely forgotten in the other.

He listened to the intercom and smiled at his Master.

"Trash, tells you what they think about us already. Huh?" Xky teased.

Though he was starting to get the feeling that today Korsan was becoming frustrated with his lack of concentration. Xky could focus when he applied himself. When he didn't apply himself, however, he could be a nuisance at best and at worse he could drive someone mad.

When they finally did land and step out, they were greeted by what Xky could only describe as ugly, green, pig looking creatures. Xky sorta just laughed, wandered how his Master would handle this situation so he tried to hold in his tongue best he could.

[InfraredHero]

Korsan was starting to get annoyed with Xky during the trip to the station, but he tried to just ignore him as best he could without looking like he was actually was. At one point he even tried meditating for several minutes, but that didn't quite work out for him.

They finally reached the Station, and after getting clearance to land the ship was brought to Docking Bay 7, as that was the bay they were cleared to land in. Korsan gave out a slight sigh of annoyance at Xky's joke. They were here for a mission, and Korsan wanted to get it done.

When the two Jedi exited the Ship, there was two Gamorrean Thugs, just like they were warned about. Korsan's first thought was to threaten the thugs to leave, but since they were on a mission even he could see that that was a terrible idea. Instead, he quickly came up with a new idea. "You know," Korsan started, thinking as he went. "I've heard reports of ships going missing around this space. If you know anything about that, I might just have 75 credits for you." Korsan figured there was probably a better way around this, but this was what he was going with.

[IejirKothar]

Rafe marched toward teh compound confidently. His masters wanted this particular man dealt with and made example of and this is exactly what he came here to do. Briefly noting the delay in the patrols, Rafe timed his arrival to coincide with the two roaming guard groups. His arrival though unannounced should pose little problems for these men who had been allies and might still possibly be. The count would surely not want to arouse suspicion by having some like him, clearly and emissary from the Empire, attacked on sight. The guards would take him straight to his target, and if not... well that's when Rafe really enjoys his work.
The grounds were well kept, the local fauna meticulously groomed to stay off the durocreet walkways. It was a shame that the compound would most likely be destroyed should anything go awry, it may have made some Imperial moff a nice vacation home someday. Rafe came to a halt just as the guards came into view and a slim smile crossed his face.

[Moe]

"Prepare for departure... prepare for departure...."

The scratchy artificial voice came alive, over and over until the large metal doors of the cargo bay slowly stretched apart. With a slightly less than subtle kick the shuttlecraft lurched forwards, with the two standard engines gathering their needed strength for the journey ahead. When the small vessel managed to slip out of the cargo bay, past the forcefield and into open space, it kicked its engines into gear, accelerating the stars into a white-yellow blur for a few seconds.

The basic droid pilot finally placed the shuttle into cruising speed, or the dampeners came online, whichever it was, the situation for a passenger was quite improved. Although the planet looked much closer than before it was still thousands of miles away, it would take ten long minutes yet before the two would be able to reach the planet's upper atmosphere. After several more minutes and a warning of brief turbulence from the droid, Drakan could finally see the thick white clouds parting revealing the beautiful planet below... Sevra as it was called by its inhabitants seemed to come alive. Like stubby fingers reaching out from the deepest part of this alien world, mountains grasped at the horizon. Heavy layers of snow looked like extensive scar tissues from wounds, one if they looked close, could see the top layers moving under pressure from high and possibly quite violent upper-atmospheric jet streams.

Drakan was now quite impatient, he was never a fan of space travel, it just happened to be a common occupational hazard of his....

"ETA?" he whispered , his mask providing his voice with a slight metallic undertone.

He had been mistaken for a droid himself on a few occasions, but of course he had little to no interest of how others perceived him. He was honestly fine to just be left alone, he prefered his own company to that of others and silence to casual conversation any day.

"Six minutes and twenty six seconds to destination, would you like me to coun...."

"No..."

After five minutes he could see his destination coming into view. Slowly but surely the shuttle began to circle the large complex, dropping speed while lining up to the large landing pad, perched atop a tall grey and brown tower.

Upon landing the vessel, the shuttle doors unattached from the hull and slowly slipped down towards the firm metal platform to the hiss of advanced pneumatics.

Two guards, or maybe soldiers, Drakan could not tell, rushed towards the shuttle doors.

"Please come with us, Duke Comasau awaits."

Drakan stepped down the ramp the doors of the shuttle created upon full extension. He then tightened his baggy black cloak around his back before removing his hood, revealing his masked face. He then slung his right wrist behind the hilt of his lightsaber, causing his left arm to hang down but his wright to sit with his elbow poking out, he would be ready to fight his way out of here should need be... he was paranoid even at the best of times.

After a brisk walk down more than one very elaborate corridor in the large and quite lavish complex of the Duke, he came to two someone who appeared to be a greeter or receptionist of some-sort.

"Mister Balisk? Ah, yes..."

"Duke Kelko Camasau is ready to see you. Through the door on the left."

One of the uniformed men by the person who welcomed him turned around and spoke to Drakan in a very disciplined and monotone voice.

"He has been expecting you, please follow me and then knock and then enter upon request, glorious day."

The young man then turned and stood by the outside of the doors... Drakan still could not decide if he thought these men were guards or soldiers.... but really he didn't care either way. He pushed the door open without knocking he had waited long enough to see the "Duke" and pleasantries were a luxury he didn't care for.

A man sat at a desk that was clearly far too big for him, although that might have been his intention. On it lied stacks of digital pads and even some papers, something Drakan hadn't seen for a long time.The Duke poked his head up and spoke, clearly not impressed that he was not warned by a knock on the door.

"Ah... Mister Drakan is it? I received your message not two hours ago, what could we possibly have to discuss? I have issues in front of me that could one day change this world for the better and they deserve my undivided attention. There's a war on you know, every day is an adventure, every day we must proceed to do battle for what we feel is the best for the people of this fine planet. My time is valuable."

Drkan proceeded to walk into the room, closing the door behind him. He then stood at the edge of the desk, his wrist still slung behind his lightsaber, a very thinly veiled threat.

"Issues...." He hissed.

"Yes Duke... we all have.... issues... don't we?"

The Duke sat up in his large padded chair, shuffling through pads of information, only paying half attention to the figure in front of him.

Drakan proceeded with his speech, talking in his usual slow and drawn out fashion. It was not that he had a flare for the dramatic, he just despised talking to anyone.

"A very long time ago... my people... the people of my homeworld, used to sail across the oceans, much like how primitive space travel often relied on channeling powerful but unpredictable winds."

The Duke now seeming to be slightly more interested, although perhaps not for the right reasons rebuffed Drakan with a speech of his own.

"MISTER Drakan perhaps I did not make myself clear earlier, I am a very busy man. I decided to meet with you more out of a sense of generosity and plain curiosity rather than necessity. Please state your buissness or proceed to leave, I believe you know where the door is, its those big ones behind you of course."

The Duke was not flustered but confident, and by all means he should be, here he was in control. Here in his complex he had the power of life and death... or so he believed.

"My people sailed but they had to simply harness whatever was given to them, and hope that it brought them somewhere close to where they intended, at a pace that was agreeable."

The Duke, at the end of his patience proceeded to press a button under his desk. It was an obvious movement that Drakan could easily see but he knew that this was done without the need for subtlety. One hardly had to hide their intentions should they be flanked by armed men only feet away. The Duke then spoke, his deep voice peppered by anger and impatience with a slight dash of arrogance.

"In ten seconds you will regret wasting my time mister Drakan, you can either wait to be dragged out f here or you can leave on your own accord, the choice is yours."

Underneath his cold, lifeless mask Drakan allowed himself the smallest of smirks.

"Finally" he thought to himself.

The door began to swing open and when Drakan turned he could see guns protruding from the crack between the heavy doors. The apprentice then raised his hand and whispered one word.

"No..."

The door slid shut with a loud "BANG" and the men outside were taken aback. Drakan could not hold the door closed, his power was very limited even at the best of times, all he had to do was focus on holding the deadbolt between the two large doors to the locked position, this way he could prevent the door from opening without having to focus on holding the whole object in place... something he knew he could not do.

Drakan flicked his wrist, popping up his lightsaber from his waist. It came to life with a quick crackling noise before flooding the immediate area with glowing crimson light. Although he was focusing on holding the deadbolt closed, the Duke could not see his eyes were shut, he spoke and faced as though he was looking right into the Duke's eyes.

The Duke then changed his tone, realizing there was little hope for immediate assistance. He spoke with just the smallest sign of fear in his voice.

"What is this? Who are you?" he exclaimed.

Drakan ignored the question for a moment, apparently Druke Comasau had yet to realize he was in no position to ask questions of him anymore. Drakan spoke with the same level of calm he had when he entered the office, to him nothing had changed whatsoever.

"I am the wind Duke. Or should I say I represent the wind and the coming storm. I have come to give you the power to chose your own destination and your own speed regardless of the needs of nature. If I am anything it is unnatural Duke I assure you of that."

Drakan could feel the door being rammed by a few men in the hallway. He could feel his grip starting to loosen, it would soon be impossible for him to hold the deadbolt closed. None of the armed men fired into the room, as since they couldn't see inside, they had a chance to hit the Duke and for them that was a unacceptable risk.

With his crimson lightsaber still giving him a blanket of red light over his mask and body, Drakan only had one question left for the Duke.

"So Duke Kelko Camasau, will you help sow the wind... or will you stand alone and reap the whirlwind?"

He face now betrayed his answer...

[Pinkie]

The trip had been a long one from Coruscant, and much of it had been spent in meditation for the young Jedi Ahkara. It was a peaceful time, and despite the constant hum of the hyperdrive and the coldness of space, the Jedi remained as focused on her meditation as she was capable of. By the time the diplomatic escort class vessel had docked with the Sevran Orbital Station, Ahkara had spent near hours unmoving, even when she conversed with her Padawan, or any of the other diplomats sent by the senate. Standing up and leaving the shuttle was only a relief to the Jedi however, as while one can feel the force through meditation strongly, nowhere is it more pronounced than in the motion and life of a world. And without even having set foot on the planet, Ahkara could already feel a darkness looming over it, like a great storm cloud in the distance. Behind the pair of Jedi trudged along an odd little creature, the Sullustan Senator Fragna Yap, the Senate's elected Delegate, chosen for this mission because of his history in settling the civil wars of other worlds.

Standing well bellow the Jedi, the senator nearly struggled to keep pace with their long strides, an almost comic depiction for anyone watching. The station would be, as of now, full of refugees from the war bellow, as well as pilots carrying out whatever air strikes they can on separatist forces. All in all, the station would be packed. Things would finally thin out upon reaching the 'VIP' Hangars towards the edge of the station. Ahkara lets out something akin to a sigh of relief once finally breaking from the crowd. "Things are looking bad here..." She spoke with a certain level of uncertainty in her voice, something uncharacteristic for her. The Senator behind speaks in response, talking in Huttese. "I've seen far worse. At least these people have a station to come to when things are rough." Ahkara nods as they near the planetary shuttle. "Yes, we should be thankful for that. Sanctuary is a fleeting thing these days."

The shuttle ride down was far shorter, and far less comfortable than the ride through hyperspace. Only about ten minutes through, but it was a hard ten minutes. If Ahkara didn't know any better, she'd say they were taking flak, but such is how it feels to enter atmosphere. Relief came when they finally broke through, and proceeded to land, a minute or two to fix appearances for the political types. Upon landing, the entrance ramp automatically lowered, pouring natural light into the shuttles passenger compartment. Ahkara stood first of the three, clasping her hands together under the long sleeves of her robes. "Well, it's impolite to keep the hosts waiting." With that, she'd pace outside and down the ramp, side by side with her Padawan, Sullustan senator in tow. Upon stepping outside, the pair would be greeted by two noble looking officials, evidently a Count and a Baroness. Given the heavy robes the Jedi wear, and the small physical stature of Senator Yap, he would almost be entirely concealed behind the pair whilst they are greeted. Ahkara automatically bowed in response to the bow of the officials, maintaining as much of an air of politeness as she could. Her polite smile changes to an almost reassuring one as the Baroness butts in, and mentions that the Jedi will be served by the best on Sevra. She had just began to speak when Senator Yap chose his time to make an entrance. "Your, offer is most polite, but we do not ne-" She'd be cut off by the Senator most impolitely stepping between Ahkara and her Padawan, to make an awkward introduction of his own. He'd bow in a refined, but hasty manner, hands neatly placed on her lower back and stomach as he does so, speaking in Huttese, the second most widely known language in the Galaxy behind Galactic Basic. "Greetings most kind Envoys of the Sevran Nobility. I am Senator Fragna Yap of the Republic Senate, your official Republic representative." He'd straighten back out after speaking, large, pupilless black eyes gleaming in the sunlight.

[Imperial1917]

Tarin was dead. Naio could see it as he rose. Time seemed to slow around him and everything became as sharp as a freshly wetted blade. The dull darkness of the tunnel. The cold grey metal of the tubes overhead. The hiss of the steam pouring out of a damaged valve. Flashes of light, red and green and blue, blazed around him as he stood to take aim; his mouth forming unheard words amid the chaos.

Then a point of green light slammed into his chest to the left. He spun as he was thrown back. Naio did not hear the crunch when he landed, but there was undoubtedly one, such was the violence of the end of Third Sergeant Tarin Mars of the Sevratarian 24th “Royal Guards” Regiment. There was no time to mourn.

Naio ejected the spent power cell of her unholstered blaster and slammed a new one home. Leaning around her cover, a corner of the service tunnel, she took stock of the situation. With Tarin dead, acting leadership fell to her. The soldiers of the 24th were in utter chaos without their leader. They scrambled back in their elaborate, but utterly useless cloth armor, firing back red shots from their blasters that Naio did not even have to check to know that they went astray their targets. Another of the late sergeant’s men fell, cut down by a flurry of wasteful, but disciplined shots from the enemy.

Leaning around the corner to confront the enemy, Naio squinted through the thickening steam, marveling that the enemy could hit anything through it. Then again, the air was filled with pinging tracers and the tunnel was straight. They could hardly miss if they kept their cool. Well, that worked both ways. She waited a beat, watching the mist until she saw movement. A pair of noble house separatists, their armor painted the color of one house or another, charged forward, their blasters held high to their eyes and blazing. They hit nothing. Naio, however, squeezed off just two shots and brought them both down. The fire coming from the enemy side dropped considerably.

Turning to the loyalist forces, she swept a hand wordlessly backwards. They did not nod or acknowledge her in any way because they knew she wasn’t looking for it. Rising, she pounded a path down the corridor behind her, leaving the loyalists to retreat their own way. The route was clear, as she knew it would be. At its end, a ladder led up to the street level.

The battle in the street was no less fierce than the one under it. Loyalist troopers surrounded her as she exited the maintenance tunnel, but quickly backed off when they saw who it was. Looking around, Naio saw that they were at a crossroads, trying to hold a strategic junction around the warehouse objective. They were losing here as well. Dead members of the 24th lay all around while those still standing were dragging the wounded away from the thinning front line. As word of Naio’s surfacing spread, they pulled back entirely from the front, ceding the ground to the advancing separatists, trusting in the fog of war to hide their last move.

Moving back with the loyalists, Naio drew her other blaster. The deadly rays of enemy fire rained down on the position as the fog of war collapsed under their advance. Firing a shot, she brought down a separatist who had moved too far ahead of his companions. Then she ducked behind the relative safety of a loyalist armored vehicle and waited.

Moments later, an explosion sounded. The shockwave of the event caused those near to it to wince in annoyance. It was one of many explosions caused by grenades, rockets, and cannon shot. However, this was on a much grander scale. It originated in the very heart of the warehouse the separatists were clustered around and then grew. Chain detonations, like firecrackers on Republic Day, sounded in marching order as they spread across the warehouse district. Potholes in the streets burst in flame, immolating all those around them, as the maintenance tunnels were filled with fire. Great warehouses groaned as their supports were blasted out from beneath them, shredding separatists and loyalists alike, before collapsing with violence that shook the ground for hundreds of meters. Plume of smoke shot into the sky, darkening the streets around and threatening to blot out the sun.

Behind the armored vehicle, Naio and the handful of loyalists with her were spared the worse of the catastrophic shockwaves, though many were not so lucky. The fire from the enemy ceased suddenly as the fires overtook the streets. Medics cursed and counted their blessings in equal measure as exposed blood vessels in the patients burst under the pressure and the fighting came to an abrupt end. Climbing up to the top of the vehicle, Naio stood, surveying the utter destruction. There was nothing left of Warehouses 43-47.

Turning to the few members of the 24th with her, she said to them, “It is done. Move on.”
Her jetpack roared to life and she soared above their heads, heading for the next battlefield.

[Rougespartan181]

Deep in the Sevran asteroid belt, Sion watched the frozen planetoids drift through the void from behind the reinforced transparasteel window of the Hidzark's bridge. The Sith's single organic eye remained closed while his head slowly turned, allowing his cybernetic replacement to take in the view.
Three days.
A lithe, fully armoured figure entered the bridge after stepping off of the turbolift and quickly moved to Sion's side, "My Lord, your apprentice's shuttle has sent it's landing confirmation, he should be engaging in negotiations as we speak."
"Yes, negotiations..." Sion opened his eye and turned to the figure, "I'm sure."
Sion would turn back towards the window, "So Sergeant, are the Hidzark's facilities sufficient for our uses?"
The Sergeant nodded sharply, "Yes my Lord, my squadron has secured deck 7 for our collective purposes, your personal support chamber has been readied and our Restraining Cells are functional."
"Excellent, your efficiency is as refreshing as always, have your squad ready for departure in three days, Sergeant."
The Sergeant would hesitate for half a second, after which he would snap a salute, "Yes, my Lord." As he turned to leave, the Sergeant would speak in a slightly different tone, "You're giving him three days... That's generous Sion, I'm quite surprised that you haven't left yourself yet."
Sion's mouth would turn upwards slightly at the ends, "I don't get to lead from the front anymore Zithik, that's his privilege now."
"Of course."
Sion would remain watching the asteroids until the sound of the turbolift faded away. Turning to face the center of the bridge, he would make his way towards the captain of the Hidzark, "Captain, your orders are to remain unchanged, you are barred from engaging any vessel of any kind, with the only exception being to destroy anyone who endangers our ability to remain undetected."
"Yes my Lord."
Sion would then move towards the turbolift, intending to inspect the 7th deck himself.
Three days. Then I shall judge this planet myself.

[Ferris]

'Wow, that's a beautiful shade of blue.'
Ariet stood parallel to the Count and Baroness with her Master right beside her. As they spoke, she studied the two of them closely, lost in thought as per usual while her mind began to wander.
'Those robes must have cost a fortune. I can't imagine- well, I mean, I can imagine how they pay for it, but... '
As Count Kainite continued to speak, Ariet snapped back into reality with a subtle nod. Just as he had finished speaking, the Baroness quickly chimed in after him with a grin on her face. With the mention of food, the Padawan's expression lit up for a moment, quickly concealing her over-enthusiasm with a soft smile. During the long flight to Sevra, she had only eaten enough to tide her over, having spent the rest of her time- albeit unsuccessfully- meditating throughout most of the trip. Unsure of how to respond, she slowly turned her head to her master, watching her expectantly.
"Your, offer is most polite, but we do not ne-"
Just as her smile began to fade, Ariet was nudged aside by a shorter third figure; the Sullustan Senator they had been traveling with. She seemed almost shocked, as she had practically forgotten where he was.
"Master," Ariet spoke as the Sullustan finished his introduction, "perhaps it would be good to stop to rest after we speak with the Duke? I mean- we have been traveling for a while, now."

[vFear]

Marauder Rafe Barune
Sevra - Separatist Territory
Music

The guards-in-question halt for a moment as they spot the Marauder to quietly chat among themselves. It's easy enough to sense hints of fear and caution in their emotions - it appears they are suspicious but not exactly aware as to who the Sith is. After a moment of discussion the guards pace over.
"Halt," speaks one of the two guards, "What is your name and business here?"

Apprentice Drakan Balisk
Sevra - Separatist Territory
Music

"The door's barely budging!" calls out one of the guardsmen from the other side of the door. A set of three guardsmen take turns kicking the door in rotation in rapid rotations as the rest stack up on the door.
"Here!" calls out a returning guardsman as he runs back with a chair made from some form of steel. "Use this as a ram!" Two of the three guards on the door step back into stacking positions as the guard carrying the chair and the third guard on the door take up the chair and begin using it to the effect of a battering ram. The bolt begins to struggle although holds on for dear life for now.

"T-This is preposterous!" proclaims the Duke, standing up with very visible fear on his face. "A-Apprehend this man! Kill him! Get him out of my office!" The three guards in the room glance to one another for a lingering moment before one shakes his head,
"You're out of your league on this one, boss. We're not crossing a Sith without reinforcements." The Duke stumbles backwards and into the wall out of fear, knocking over his chair in the process.
"C-Cowards! I-I'll have you trailed for treason!" The Duke turns to the door to yell, "H-Help! Assaila-" One of the aforementioned guards steps forward, bringing back her blaster rifle to send the butt sharply into the Duke's stomach. The Duke hunches over, falling to his knees.
"So," begins the guard with an Imperial accent - the same guard who spoke before, "I'm not following this nerf-herder into certain death. What do you want done with him, my lord?" The guard appears to be unlike the others; she is more well dressed with visible commendations and rank on her. His name badge reads: 'Captain Himalia Merquise, Captain of the Guard'

(Regarding) Isuri Naio
Sevra - Separatist Territory

"Sir," begins the signals corporal in the communications headquarters for the area, "Away party reports an engagement and heavy casualties. Supposedly, a third party was involved." The lieutenant on-shift for the radio telecommunications headquarters pauses for a moment to contemplate; he rubs his clean shaven chin as he lean back in his chair.
"What do we know about the third party?"
"We have imagery from one of the helmet feeds, sir."
"Put it on screen." The lieutenant swivels on his chair to face the screen as a vaguely grainy image of Isuri Naio in combat appears on screen, seemingly moments prior to taking out the soldier-in-question. The lieutenant pauses for yet another moment. "Well done, Corporal. Send me a copy."
"Understood sir." With that, the Lieutenant stands and leaves the room.

"Major Fildrell Martino, sir." begins Captain Brill Crazell as he enters the Major's office. The Major glances up from his desk to identify the Captain.
"Oh, Captain. Head of Sector C2 operations, correct?"
"That's right, sir."
"Very good..." The Major swipes away his holocomputer screen before focusing his attention on the Major as he intertwines his fingers. "How can I help you today?"
"Well, sir..."