BIT had stayed up late the night before. He didn't even notice Caden and Kaida return to the ship, he had so much on his mind. The clone and Abby had attuned the gyroscopes that the droideka would use to keep balanced while in rolling form. The processor had also been completed and now it was a simple matter of attaching the components. Once done, they had only one more task - the most difficult one to do - they needed to take the droid out to some empty range so that they could test its locomotion and targeting systems.
The new morning was bright and BIT was up with it. He had opened the maintenance garage that was attached to their docking bay and had the droideka's tripod feet now sitting in the center. Abby would be up shortly and the two mechs would finalize the droid. The clone saw as Sam came down the landing ramp. He had his duster on over his metal body and the large hat that he always wore - BIT thought it strange again, for the umpteenth time. Sam acknowledged the human, "Good morning. I am heading out to investigate the bridge. Will you have need of both speeder bikes, or may I take one?"
On the Aegis, Kaida opened her eyes. She lay in the top bunk of her quarters and looked around. She saw the bag from the night before that contained the evening gown that she had purchased before she and Caden had dined. The smuggler had given his approval for this one, not in so many words, but by the way his eyes had widened when she stepped from the dressing room.
A stretch. A smile. Kaida was up and off to the refresher to brush her teeth, take a shower, and see what the new day would bring. It was not until later tonight that they would be heading to the Graaf's but it gave her time to prepare. On her way through the Aegis' chilly corridor, she ran into a weary-looking, bedraggled Abby. The mech had lasted almost as long a BIT, but the burn she received while soldering the data transmit cable to the primary processor board told her it was time to call it a night. She smiled at Kaida but decided caf was necessary before anymore pleasantries could be shared.
:ooc: I am not going to drag this thread through the whole day waiting until the Graaf's party - we will fast forward here quickly, but I want to get any RP'ing in that you all want to do. I know Abby said she wanted to go shopping, too, so we can do some quick narration/dialoguing about that if you want.
"Hmmm," considered the soldier, something more pressing was on his mind with the droid's task. "Do you have a cover figured out if you're discovered and questioned while out there? You might do well to have a ... biological ... escort to give credence to your presence. As for the transportation, I think we'll be fine with a single speeder."
QuoteOn her way through the Aegis' chilly corridor, she ran into a weary-looking, bedraggled Abby. The mech had lasted almost as long a BIT, but the burn she received while soldering the data transmit cable to the primary processor board told her it was time to call it a night. She smiled at Kaida but decided caf was necessary before anymore pleasantries could be shared.
Kaida moved in the same direction; she needed a cup of caf herself. Caden and she had had a long night as well. It had been amusing to see his face when she made him hold the 20 previous gowns she had tried on as he stoically waited outside the dressing room, pretending he wasn't there. It was such a treat to watch that she could have gone longer, but her growling stomach, and that final look in Caden's eyes told her that last gown was indeed the one.
The dinner at the cafe tasted fabulous too. It was served hot and stayed hot, and above all, it wasn't the greasy, heavy fare they usually stomached on their long flights through hyperspace. Kaida had got him talking about his youth on Bestine IV and his love of exploration and sailing. She loved that look of wonder in his blue eyes when he talked about those early memories. It was easy to see why he had taken up his current profession.
She smiled remembering last night. Leaning against a wall in the galley, she sipped at her cup of caf and studied the Arkanian. Abby was certainly likeable, but she seemed like a different race sometimes. Okay, technically Abby
was a different race from her own, but all other things being equal, Abby just being Abby
seemed like she was a different race. The way she had cradled those droid parts was... well, it was much like how Kaida had caressed those silken gowns.
She took another sip. The soft nutty aroma mixed incongruously with Kaida's own light floral perfume and the smells of grease, rubber, fuel, and other garage fumes that emanated from the tired mech.
"Long night?" she said to Abbey and pushed away a strand of clean damp hair.
Quote from: GandalfOfBorg on Mar 20, 2013, 11:50 AM"Hmmm," considered the soldier, something more pressing was on his mind with the droid's task. "Do you have a cover figured out if you're discovered and questioned while out there? You might do well to have a ... biological ... escort to give credence to your presence. As for the transportation, I think we'll be fine with a single speeder."
Sam noted BIT's concern. He had not put together any cover story, per se. It was his intention to merely examine the bridge from above and below to get an idea for the strength of its supports and trestles. He did not assume that there would be much traffic and even if there was, would he be noticed?
"I do not have a cover story, BIT," said Sam in a matter-of-fact tone. "I do not know any reason why I would be examining a bridge save to know its strengths or weaknesses. Perhaps I am there to do a routine inspection to see if the city needs to plan budgetary repairs to the crossing?" Sam gave himself a look up and down - he was not a maintenance droid in any respects, at least to the casual eye. His programming might show differently, but his creator had used a B2 chasis. He cocked his head at BIT in an odd, human-like fashion, "Maybe I should just make sure I am not seen."
There was sarcasm there, BIT could hear it in the droid's voice. It was the oddest thing he had ever heard and went right along with the clothes. Sam continued, "If Caden is looking for me, please let him know I will be back around the noon time of this planet." With that, the droid climbed on one of the speeder bikes and whisked out of the docking bay.
Quote from: Jingo on Mar 23, 2013, 09:21 PM
She smiled remembering last night. Leaning against a wall in the galley, she sipped at her cup of caf and studied the Arkanian. Abby was certainly likeable, but she seemed like a different race sometimes. Okay, technically Abby was a different race from her own, but all other things being equal, Abby just being Abby seemed like she was a different race. The way she had cradled those droid parts was... well, it was much like how Kaida had caressed those silken gowns.
She took another sip. The soft nutty aroma mixed incongruously with Kaida's own light floral perfume and the smells of grease, rubber, fuel, and other garage fumes that emanated from the tired mech.
"Long night?" she said to Abbey and pushed away a strand of clean damp hair.
As Abby made her way into the galley to pour herself some caf, she felt the princess following her more than she saw the woman. This would have made the tech feel slightly intimidated on most days, but now, as exhausted as she was, Abby's mind could only register her presence.
The caf was starship fare, perfect for taking the edge off the low-grade headache the Arkanian was experiencing as a result of her late night. As she let the dark brew course through her system, warming her insides, she wondered silently how far the Clone had gotten after she had called it quits for the night. She gingerly rubbed the burn on her forearm... the burn that had signalled the end of a long day's work for her.
Kaida's inquiry into the previous night reminded the Arkanian again of the princess' presence. "Long night?"
"Yes, ma'am, sure was. But I'm thinkin' we've just 'bout got your puzzle all put together." She gave the Kaida a warm, though weary, smile. "I think BIT's back at it already. He's a real trooper, that one. Knows his droids too. Figure later today, or tomorrow at the latest, we should be ready t' take your mini tank out for a test run. Just gonna need t' find a some place a little outta the way."
Abby took another long pull from her mug, before continuing, allowing the rest of her senses to catch up. She caught the scent of the princess' cleaned and perfumed body, saw her freshly bathed form. Envy, the deep wonder of what it must be like to be Kaida, filled the young technician's heart. "How 'bout you and the Cap? You find yourself something t' wear tonight?"
:ooc: I'm not sure if I'm going to have time to post again until the weekend, so I'm including the next part of the conversation to keep things moving. Jingo/ Doug, feel free to "run with it" or not... whatever works for you.
Listening to Kaida describe her night out and her dress helped bring out the girl from under all the grease and scent of fuel. Taking another swallow of caf, Abby built up the courage to ask, "Hey, do you think, maybe, if BIT and me finish up the droid in time, maybe you might be able to help me pick out something for the party tonight?"
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Abby took another long pull from her mug, before continuing, allowing the rest of her senses to catch up. She caught the scent of the princess' cleaned and perfumed body, saw her freshly bathed form. Envy, the deep wonder of what it must be like to be Kaida, filled the young technician's heart. "How 'bout you and the Cap? You find yourself something t' wear tonight?"
Kaida nodded and laughingly filled Abby in on some of the salient pieces of last night's venture.
QuoteListening to Kaida describe her night out and her dress helped bring out the girl from under all the grease and scent of fuel. Taking another swallow of caf, Abby built up the courage to ask, "Hey, do you think, maybe, if BIT and me finish up the droid in time, maybe you might be able to help me pick out something for the party tonight?"
For a moment, Kaida didn't respond. She was just so... well shocked. Did Abby mean... something other than coveralls? Could she possibly mean a gown of some sort? She imagined the other woman dressed up in silks and ribbons.
She just couldn't picture it and shook her head in disbelief.
When she saw the other woman's face, she stopped the head motion, afraid that Abby might see the gesture as a denial. She led out a hand and touched Abby's arm. "I'm sorry, I don't mean to say no. It's just that, well, I've never pictured a grease stained mech in a gown before. But," smiling she took a step back and looked Abby up and down with new eyes. "Yes, you may not see it in yourself, I certainly didn't at first, but if we get you out of the shapeless clothes you wear doing mech work..." her smile widened. "It should be fun watching Caden's face tonight. He won't know who to look at. Once you're done assembling our newest crew member, we can go pick something out."
She smiled, and left the beaming Abby to check in on BIT and his progress with the droideka.
Farok cleared his throat, neither of the two ladies on board the ship had seen or heard him come up, nor could they be sure how much of the conversation he had heard.
"Yes, and if one is not unattached to the material and possesses an inflated sense of self importance they will never see or realize their true strength."
Farok nodded to Abby and bowed his head to the Princess. "Abby, Bit could use your assistance to make sure all is prepared."
When the mech had left the galley he then addressed Kaida, "Your time pretending to be the magnanimous Queen of the ship and Overlord of the Planet I think has run its course. In the course of our time on the this planet you have announced our presence to any and all collection agencies that have been following the political movement here, forced a major public figure to have to decide between killing you out right and figuring if perhaps there is a ransom or underground bounty on you that could fund his movement, and sauntered your way through the market place announcing to all that are watching that you're new here and have money to spend. Have you gone through any of the focusing exercises I have taught you? Have you practiced any of the makashi techniques? I know your training has no hold on your mind and focus, but what of your sister? Has she too been lost to the self important grandiose flaunting's of a conquered planets pretender? "
"You are meeting with the Graaf, have you thought about the fact that he may think you're a loose end? He may kill you, listen to you, or marginalize you. What are you doing to make sure he picks number two besides making sure you smell like lavender and would look pretty as background scenery for a Hutt? And what if his inner circle isn't as loyal as they appear and rat who you are and what you are doing to the empire?"
"Do not dwell on the past, do not dream of the future, focus on the present."
"I will accompany you to your meeting."
The Jedi's departure from the galley was then as silent and as swift as his arrival.
The droid's response took BIT a little aback, his only outward expression was the raising of an eyebrow. "You can't be too careful when performing recon, especially alone. Be mindful of tails when you leave too -- we must expect that this place is being watched. Good luck."
Quote"Your time pretending to be the magnanimous Queen of the ship and Overlord of the Planet I think has run its course. In the course of our time on the this planet you have announced our presence to any and all collection agencies that have been following the political movement here, forced a major public figure to have to decide between killing you out right and figuring if perhaps there is a ransom or underground bounty on you that could fund his movement, and sauntered your way through the market place announcing to all that are watching that you're new here and have money to spend...."
It wasn't the first time she had suffered these tirades from Master Farok. The man was anything if not consistent in his lectures. And it was always in the same fashion, drop a bomb of words and then attempt to sneak out before anyone could offer a proper response.
Not this time. What right did he have?
She glided after him, her face serene, neck erect, her voice calm but crisp. "Queen of the ship? Overlord of the Planet? Would that I were. I dare say I'd do a better job than the current crop running this planet! I am not exactly a stranger to it. But when I agreed to train from you, I did not agree to be lectured by you on my personal affairs. If I and Abby want to look nice for a formal dinner, it is of no concern of yours. Unlike some of us, I prefer not to go looking like a tired and worn dust rag!
"And my... my sister? My sister, my mother, my father, my brother. My entire family has been torn apart from the Empire and you... you speak of training! Can it bring them back? They are always present before me, Farok, though I may not always show it in my demeaonor.
"You have railed against me, called me self important and a pretender! I rejct that. I do not deny that I am important. I have a place and a role to play in liberating my people and have a chance at starting something that can help others too. MI will not throw that aside! And I pretend nothing. I am who I am and will continue to be the Daughter of Commenor though she be overthrown by her current masters!
"You are one to lecture to talk of living in the present! You who have soaked up more booze than a Yakashi sponge to dull the past," in truth she didn't know what that was, but she had read about it somewhere.
She spun on her heel and glided away. "When you have something useful to say, you know where to find me."
"Perhaps when you deny that you are important you will find your worth. You speak of a role like its a birth right or title passed from dead sire to stale scion. Roles? Earn one, fight for one, but don't assume you have one."
"If you need food for thought recall this, you called Abby 'a grease stained mech' and belittled the gifts she has so as to conform to what you see as worth and beauty. Its not Caden's attention that either of you should worry about, its the wheels within wheels the Graff will try to entrap you or use you."
The old man leaned his dirt and sweat stained shoulder against the bulwark and watched Kaida storm away. The Jedi shivered, something was out there and it hunted, it hunted them specifically though it did not yet know their names or faces, but soon it would draw closer.
He whispered as she walked away, "frustration is the fertilizer of determination young Princess. The seed may grow tall and straight or crooked and weak from it, but each seed is tested and must choose."
Quote from: tomcat on Mar 20, 2013, 10:50 AM
:ooc: I am not going to drag this thread through the whole day waiting until the Graaf's party - we will fast forward here quickly, but I want to get any RP'ing in that you all want to do. I know Abby said she wanted to go shopping, too, so we can do some quick narration/dialoguing about that if you want.
:ooc:Haha... and here I thought this would be a quick narration/dialogue. Nice RPing everyone! It's been a joy to read!
:ooc: I'm thinking Caden should go with Sam... Can he squeeze that in before this dinner-thing?
Quote from: Telcontar on Mar 27, 2013, 07:08 PM
"Perhaps when you deny that you are important you will find your worth. You speak of a role like its a birth right or title passed from dead sire to stale scion. Roles? Earn one, fight for one, but don't assume you have one."
She listened in apparently collected silence, but inside she seethed. Stale scion indeed! She spoke coolly though. "You know little of the people of Commenor, Master Jedi. Our determination to fight.
My determination to fight! I will not concede my role. For to do so would deny all that has gone on before. You think I do not have one, or have not earned one. But who is it that gives this group purpose and focus? Do you? Do any of them? Were it not for me, this crew would continue to be a bunch of mercs. Though I may be the only one in the universe willing to bring the fight to the Empire, I will do so. Deny my role in your mind if you like, I will not."
Quote from: Telcontar on Mar 27, 2013, 07:08 PM
"If you need food for thought recall this, you called Abby 'a grease stained mech' and belittled the gifts she has so as to conform to what you see as worth and beauty. Its not Caden's attention that either of you should worry about, its the wheels within wheels the Graff will try to entrap you or use you."
"I did not belittle Abby. I spoke truth. She
is a grease-stained mech, or was. By now, I assume she is much less of one after having been cleaned." she shook her head. "But that is not all that she is. In case you didn't know, she is also a woman, as am I." She folded her arms under her breasts and looked him up and down. It felt good to finally talk to him face to face instead of bowing and scraping. Her anger seeped slowly out of her. Yes, he was a master of the Force, That was undeniable. And in that regard, he was still her master. And yes, she admitted, Farok was perceptive and wise in many other ways. But, in others, he seemed so insufferably blind.
"And...Caden is a man. His attentions are that of a man, as I hope are also the Graaf's. There is a reason for the silks Master Farok. I worry about the Graaf as much as you but this may put him off balance. I do not know where his loyalties lie and I fear this meeting as much as I plan to enjoy it. For that reason, I am glad you will be a the dinner. Your perceptions are useful, even if sometimes flawed."
:ooc: Hey everyone... great posts! Love the RP'ing everyone added - it is good stuff.
Caden had walked the Aegis' rounded corridor towards the galley when he heard the voices of Farok and Kaida begin to raise in a heated discussion. He looked to his right and saw the light-blue form of the Twi'lek woman - her eyes were closed as she listened. She always seemed timid and subservient, but yet hid a strength that was probably deadly when unleashed.
Not wanting to disturb, or worse, be dragged into the debate going on, Caden moved to the ladder and slid from deck 1 to the hold and then down the landing ramp. He saw Abby standing at its hydraulic strut craning her ears to hear what the two were talking about inside. The Bestinian shook his head, "You're lucky you're out here than in there." Caden continued down the ramp and saw a speeder bike gone. He looked around and saw the only other person in the bay was BIT. "Where's Sam?"
The clone raised his head to call out over his shoulder, "Took a bike to recon the bridge." The words came so matter-of-factly from the soldier, like it was no big deal at all. The group had at last been able to disappear once more into the society of the Galaxy, their names forgotten - well at least some. But that was no reason for them to draw attention to themselves, all the same. Caden knew that in a few days, all of this might change again and they could be wanted once more by the Empire, all for Kaida's sister, but they had all made the choice. They were here to see the task done even if it plunged them back into a life of flight. Still, the smuggler found the act of doing said tasks very disconcerting.
Caden sighed. There was only one thing to do to help battle his jitters. He had to immerse himself in the mission. Without a word, Caden checked to see his blaster was secure in its holster and then he climbed onto a speeder bike and zipped out of the landing bay in pursuit of his droid companion. BIT looked up again from his work on the droideka and wondered what the hell the pirate was going to do. He then saw Abby as she hovered near the Aegis' landing ramp. He remembered her talking last night about going in the morning to get some new clothes. He didn't bother calling her over to help - her mind was obviously somewhere else. The clone hung first one arm blaster appendage and then the other. They both hung neatly within their sockets and he began to connect the servos and control ribbons that would give the droid its deadly weapons.
The argument within the Aegis soon subsided and Abby found Kaida once more. The two women spent another hour on the ship and then soon they, too, were gone - off to buy dresses. To their surprise, Ardana the Twi'lek asked to join them so that she could also procure appropriate attire for the evening's event.
:ooc: Once more, unless there is something you guys want to add here, I am going to move us on through the day. I don't think we need to RP out the visit to the dress shops. ;)
I will give this until tomorrow afternoon evening and then post again, unless you guys do add somehting that needs a response.
The Aratech-23 was far from luxurious. It was very utilitarian and served well on a planet such as Salliche, but it was not the likes that Kaida was used to from her youth. Going to banquets or some other formal gala always garnered a fanciful ride in one of her father's 'chariots'. Kaida forgot the manufacturer's name for the speeders, but she and her brothers would laugh as they called the costly vehicles by this chosen nickame.
For now, she sat in a rumble seat that would have been easier for someone in a jumpsuit, or pants, instead of a dress. She looked over to Abby and saw the mech was dealing with a similar problem. In fact, the woman had dressed up beautifully but her mannerisms were awkward in the new clothes, as if she did not know what to do with herself. Only Ardana seemed to be sitting comfortably as the speeder zoomed down the road that led further into the countryside. The Twi'lek was in a form-fitting body suit that flattered her shape wonderfully and had a lacy, sleeveless, over-vest that hung to her knees. Ardana did not pull at her clothes or shift to confirm everything was where it should be, she just sat there staring out at the horizon, her lekku draping over her shoulders like hair.
Caden drove and Farok sat in the passenger seat. The two men had commandeered the front positions before any of the women could protest, giving a wink as they proclaimed that chivalry still existed in the galaxy. It was the men's duty to see the ladies safely to the ball. Kaida sighed. She was beginning to tire of the small jokes that were made at her expense. Only Sam and BIT had remained behind - both working on the final touches of the droideka. BIT had murmured something about testing firing systems and the droid's propulsion system, but they all knew that would require an isolated place. Looking out the front window, Caden knew it would not be a hard thing to find, as nothing but green pastureland stretched for miles until dim purple mountains rose on the horizon.
The merchant thought back to his day - he had caught up with Sam not long after he left and the duo made their way to the bridge. Once there, they crossed over it and then found a discreet place to park their bikes. On foot, they made their way back and Sam first made his way down to the river below and surveyed the span. The droid's internal recorder began to collect everything that he looked at - wingwall, abutment, beams, and piers. Sam was a programmed engineer and so he started calculations for bracing strength, or more specifically weaknesses. Once done below, the two crossed over the bridge one more time on foot and again Sam made his recordings. The whole errand took just over twenty minutes before Sam looked at Caden and said, "We're done." The Bestinian gave a surprised look, but then nodded an okay and so they made their way to the waiting speeder bikes.
Before they went back to the space port, Caden led Sam down the road once more towards the facility where Kaida's sister was allegedly being held. The man asked the droid to take in as many details as he could about the route they took and if it seemed the absolute, most-logical path that the Imperials would use to transit their prisoners. When they flew into the docking bay, Sam had run as many calculations as he could, but still there was a margin for error in each of his projections. A margin in each that could prove deadly.
Caden's thoughts came back to where he was now, Farok's voice rousing him as the former jedi pointed the manse that sprung up from the fields. The Bestinian whistled - Graaf Savraan lived in luxury. "Your kind of people, your highness," Caden jested, but toned it back down when he saw Kaida's face go red in the rearview mirror.
There was a stone, crenelated wall that surrouned the tall house within that was covered in places with a thick ivy. The wall was more ornamental, than utilitarian although it would still aid in some defense from light weapons. Savraan was no fool - there were guard towers evident outside his compound's wall along with what appeared to be a prefab barracks. It may have surprised some of the companions, but the others realized that though seemingly peaceful, Salliche was a planet of wide spaces, few people, and some of those people with more wealth than others. Such an existance would beg for the need of armed guards to protect what you owned. Caden estimated it was at least thirty kilometers from Netassa to this grand estate, and understood that Savraan would not want to be stuck waiting for help if any of Salliche's workers were to uprise against their leaders. Farok saw the flashing beacon lights of a landing pad. Yes, Graaf Savraan was well-situated out here in his prairie home.
Caden followed the road as it bent and came to a gate shack. He was ordered to come to a halt by a guard, but then quickly permitted passage once they had identified themselves. The Arrow flew into Savraan's grand yard, and Caden brought them around the loop that circled in front of the house. The vehicle came to a halt and the five companions exited, straightening clothing as needed. A man stood by the door and beckoned for them to come to him. "Welcome," he said politely. "The Graaf Savraan is expecting you this evening. I hope you are all hungry - a banquet has been prepared for this occassion."
Farok surveilled the yard as the others walked up the stairs to the entrance. There was a brownish-green pond that was off the western side of the grounds and he could see the wall was left incomplete here. The doorman cleared his throat and Farok returned to his purpose and walked in, following the others.
The house was elegant, but also simple. It was pleasantly cool within and had been lighted to provide a nice atmosphere for an evening party. Savraan lived well and displayed many toys and trophies about his home, one of which was a wall of old-style weapons and the mounted heads of hunts that he had had apparent success. There was a room that was sealed with environmental clear doors, but within were casks of wine and racks with bottles. The wonderful scent of cooking wafted down a corridor to their left and they all knew what lay in that direction, but the doorman continued down the hall with them in tow. The passage opened up on a nicely laid out living room that had a large circular hearth with a shiney copper hood hanging above it from massive chains. Each stretched to the ceiling where they anchored into thick, wooden beams that supported a glass roof. The hue of the glass could be controlled and allow the bright of day, or the stars to shine over the living room, or to completely enclose from the outside. A pipe sprouted from the hood over the hearth and pierced the glass ceiling above allowing the smoke, and even some of the heat to escape.
Folding doors were pulled back and the companions could see out onto Savraan's back lawn where torches glowed and a setting had been made for their dinner. The doorman announced them, but all knew that the Graaf was aware of their presence before they entered the grounds. Still, the man made a good show of it in his greeting, "Welcome to my home! I am pleased you accepted my invitation to dinner after all that had happened yesterday on the road. You must understand that sometimes my retainers, whom I entrust with decisions, can make poor choices. No matter... again allow me to introduce myself - I am Graaf Emil Savraan." He paused for a moment, giving a handsome grin, "And who are you?"
Caden reached for Savraan's hand and shook it heartily.
He didn't trust this fellow, but he sure wasn't going to show it.
"Name's Caden Whitesun of the merchant vessel Aegis," he said with a overly-wide smile.
"And this," he continued, motioning to his companions, "is my... crew."
"Nice place you got here," he said, nodding approvingly at the plush surroundings. "Business must be good."
Kaida took his hand and smiled pleasantly up at the man. "Let's let bygones by bygones," Kaida stepped in close and gave him a warm, but enigmatic smile, knowing her perfume and the hair and makeup she had spent two hours on would help do the trick. Two hours! But she did do an hour of Jedi meditation as well, just to make up for the guilty feelings she had.
She gave the first names of everyone else and then concluded, "You may call me Kailene Takan. Thank you Graaf Saavran, for your most gracious hospitality and for providing such a splendid dinner party." Kailene was was her grandmother's name, and the Takan was a mere re-ordering of her own last name. She left it at that. She had used the alias before and was comfortable with it.
She had briefed her companions that she would play the role of a daughter of a minor noble house in Commenor by that name. She hoped Caden wouldn't spoil things with his constant "Highness" usage. Really, the man could be insufferable!
She would reveal who she truly was if the time felt right. Maybe he had already figured it out; a man with his connections could probably put two and two together, but if not, it didn't hurt to keep something from him as a bargaining chip.
Even if this Graaf were completely trustworthy, a man like him employed many servants and soldiers, any of which could be a spy for the ISB. She had reminded everyone to keep and eye and an ear open to vet this man to determine if he could indeed be trusted.
"I, for one, am indeed famished." she breathed in the wonderful scents deeply and let the excitement shine in her eyes. "And what a deliciously inviting home! Do you by chance share it with a Mrs. Saavran?"
The Graaf returned Caden's vigorous shake and smiled at the Bestinian, as he spoke. His eyes never left him while Caden introduced his fellows, and he responded, "Yes, business is always very good. Salliche is centered in the Agro Union and our annual production assists in feeding a galaxy."
Kaida then began to speak. Again, Savraan studied her with his eyes which brightened at the noblewoman's last inquiry, "No, Kailene, there is no Misses... she passed ten years ago." The statement took the mirth from the moment and created an awkward silence. Savraan did not allow it to last, "But there is no reason for us to change the mood of our evening with sad events from the past. Come, let us have some wine. The vintners from which I procure my stocks have some of the finest wines that I have tasted in the entire galaxy."
Graaf Savraan led them out to the covered porch and to a bar that was already set with glasses filled with a rich, red wine. The bouquet was strong and the taste was tart in the mouth, but wonderfully sweet and heady. A toast was made and conversation turned to new topics, all of which seemed to be guided by their host. He was a master at speaking, they all could tell, which was a certain reason as to why he had the position and wealth he did. Farok knew that the one who guided any conversation ended up with the results. It was a method of reconciliation that he had oft used on Tatooine when he needed to bring the tribes together.
Kaida was also aware of Savraan's artful skill in conversation and so decided to drop the bomb early, "So...why yesterday?"
The Graaf sighed, and his face took on a truly regretful look. The companions believed that there was sincerity there, "Let me start again by humbly apologizing, but you must understand my predicament. When you first appeared and then my men began to observe you, there was fear, but I believe it has been assuaged. I am trusting my instinct here and going with the rationale that you are who you are...a group of nobodys." Savraan quickly added, "Now, please do not take that as disrespect! Anyway, since this Emperor has proclaimed himself I have been one of a small number of voices that have spoken out. I believe soon even the Senate shall be disbanded and the madman will overrule us all. If your politics are different, then with all due respect, I would understand your immediate departure. But in my business, we see it first. Government seizes the things with which they can maintain control of masses - food, communications, fuels, et cetera.
"So, I speak out. I rally our people. I speak truths so that the lies that come from above will hopefully fall upon deaf ears. By doing so, I have gained enemies - at least that is what my people are telling me. They fear for reprisals from this new Order. It is said that Palpatine's second-hand even now sweeps through the galaxy bringing the iron boot down on the necks of those that need controlled. Darth something... Vadus? Vadon?" He gave a dismissive gesture, "And so when you approached, young lady, my security decided to tag you as hostile. I allowed my senior protectorate to waylay you on the road, as we wanted answers. They... we feared that you were an assassin, or worse, part of this new division called the Imperial Security Bureau. These black and gray garbed bootjacks seem to have full autonomy and it is said that they make people disappear."
Ardana spoke, "So why do you speak out if there is fear for your life?"
"Because if we few in power do not, who will? If we are to step in line, which seems easy enough to do for we will not risk that which we have attained, then what happens to freedom?" Savraan drained his glass. "Would you like more?"
"Thank you," she said, as he filled her cup. "And my sentiments strongly mirror your own, Graaf," Kaida said, sipping her own wine and enjoying the fruity savor. "I am likewise appalled with the direction our this Emperor is taking our galaxy, and those in power must speak out! But words have had little effect thus far on the systems that have been gobbled up under his rule. My own system of Commenor was taken over by Imperial Troops and the senate was powerless to do anything. I feel it is too late to rely on the senate, and words will not stop the greedy and power hungry. But words can install in others the will for more...direct action, wouldn't you agree?"
"I believe that through words we can rally the support needed to make the Senate hear us," answered the Graaf. "I fear that if we cannot re-ground these elected officials - some of which have spent a lifetime in their jobs - than we shall see darker days ahead. Direct action can be a dangerous thing, young lady. Not only for those that take the actions, but also the retribution that could fall upon the innocent. Take your homeworld, the broadcasts said that there was an outright revolt against the Imperial Republic by the royal family. What followed was news of an Imperial garrison and change of leadership. I believe an Imperial Governor took rule over that world. How long has it been since you've been there?"
There had been thousands of families, including many noble families, fleeing in the weeks leading up to the conflict. But the royal family had stayed to show solidarity at least until the palace walls started crumbling. She told him more or less when she had actually left.
"A revolt? That's rich. And a typical portrayal from the Imperial propaganda machine!" her eyes lit up with righteous fury. "We waited for the senate. And waited some more. Waited for them to act to take a stand, and while they dithered away in useless debates and ceaseless inaction, our freedoms withered and frayed.
"Nothing happened, as will be the case here, you can be sure! We put our foot down and drew a line in the sand, but it was the Empire who crossed it, not the people of Commenor. We only defended our sovereignty, nothing more. I hope and pray every day that things can be solved with words, but when honest people are driven from their homes, and planets are overrun by Imperial thugs, I only see the futility of relying on words. No Graaf, if freedom is to be retained, it must be backed by more than mere words."
Caden began to feel queasy and reached for another drink.
He was here to help Kaida get her sibling back, not start a revolution.
While Caden had no love for this burgeoning Empire, men like him were skilled enough at disappearing; and doing so tended to ensure a longer life.
He realized, now more than ever, that he wanted to get the job done and get off this rock as soon as possible.
Savraan walked to the end of the dining table that had been set up underneath a trellis that had thick ivy weaving across it. Candles glowed and torches sputtered in the wind - only faint porch lights provided any other light. It was a very nice evening. The wind blew soft and cool and the stars shone above in a clear night sky. Save for soft music and the sound of the kitchen staff preparing food, there was silence. The shadows and quiet made it easier for such clandestine conversations.
The Graaf set down his wine. "Okay, let us speak frankly. You are a woman of office, or court, from the planet of Commenor and thus I must assume you are part of the royal family. You speak of words only going so far and actions to back them up, so you are on Salliche for a purpose. What is it that you and your friends want Kailene? You have sought me out for some purpose - perhaps my own rhetoric has spread throughout the Core. Does Commenor need food? Are you wanted and wish to disappear on one of the many agro-farms on this world? I promise you child, you may speak freely. Otherwise, we might as well just enjoy this meal and call it an evening."
This Graaf was a shrewd discerning man. She inclined her head respectfully and nodded taking another sip of her wine. "You have judged appropriately, Graaf Savraan. My family does have some station on Commenor, as I have said, from a minor noble house, but the Royal House? I think not--though we do boast some small ties to the throne due to the marriage of my mother to one of the cousins of the queen. But, that is of little consequence." She set the glass down and tapped its rim idly with one lacquered finger, locking eyes with Savraan. "I seek the liberty of Commenor and the greater liberty of the galaxy. I feel you and I speak the same language of freedom though perhaps with different cadences. You speak of words, I speak of action. Both are necessary and both related. Your words can fuel action, can lead men to action."
She moved closer to him idly spearing a piece of fruit from a tray and slowly biting into its succulent flesh. Delicious. She smiled at him. "I am planning a certain, shall we say, "action", against the Empire. This action behooves secrecy however, and so, the time, the place, and the target are to remain secret, at present."
She moved closer to him, and could smell the scent of the ivy, on the wind mixed with the scent of blossoms, the wine, her own perfume, the cheeses on the table. She spoke quietly so only he could hear. "I could use your organization in my plans for at least, but not limited to, a diversionary action. For starters, suppose a riot were to break out in the city at a predetermined place and time, something that drew the attention of the security forces for a time, my mission would become much simpler."
The candlelight flickering off her necklace and bracelets as she took his hand, the faint sound of music caressing her ears. "I need your aid, Graaf. Just think, if you assist this cause of liberty, you may well be instrumental in acting as a catalyst for something even larger, for a liberation movement that can fan the fires of freedom the galaxy wide, and restore power to the individual systems!"
Her face felt flushed from the earnestness of her request. There it was out. What he needed to know anyway.
Kaida saw a sparkle glint in the man's eyes. Savraan did not take his hand from hers, in fact the woman felt his grip tighten. Not in a romantic way, more like a firm handshake coming together - a handshake that could symbolize two parties agreeing on a decision. The noblewoman kept her eyes on him hoping that she was right in her assumption.
Again the Graaf was silent, but she knew that his mind was awhirl with thoughts. Savraan began to vocalize his analysis, "A planned action that would need a diversion; the diversion is in town, so that means you would not be..." and then he brought it together, "the prison. You have dealings with the Imperial Re-Education facility, yes? But not an attack on the structure, your group is too small. So what then? An Imperial official? One that moves from the city to the facility? You wish to draw him out with my distraction?" Graaf Savraan took his hand back and lifted his wine for a drink, "A prisoner? Perhaps one being brought in...or out?"
The man was good, Caden thought. He hoped they didn't just deliver themselves to an enemy. The wine cup was set down. Savraan smiled at them all, "Good...that is enough for now. Let us eat this fine meal my people have prepared and we can speak of happier times." He rang a small golden bell and his kitchen staff began to move from the confines of the house where they had been waiting. Being a proper host, Graaf Savraan stood again and gestured to each of the companions to a seat. He helped each of the ladies to their own and then he took the seat at the head once more. Looking at Ardana, "I am not sure if Twi'lek's eat meat, Ardana, but if not we will have a wonderful arrangement of vegetables and some fruits. If any of you do eat meat, the Nerf-calf filets that my staff has prepared are amazing. They use just the right amount of seasoning to enhance the flavor and cook it to a near-rare color. It almost melts in your mouth."
Food began to spread across the table and wine glasses were re-filled. Conversation became lighter for awhile, as they dined. It was by all accounts a well-to-do dinner formal and both men from the Aegis felt completely out of place. The women on the other hand, they were eating it up.
:ooc: You guys are all welcome to add more to the conversation just had, dialogue some lighter dinner conversation, or whatever. I will post again tomorrow if there is no activity.
The evening wore to a close. The plates were cleared and the glasses were empty. It was still a good drive back into the city and Caden was ready to get a start on the trip. Kaida on the other hand sat at the table, keeping the coversation rolling, but filled with trepidation. The noblewoman wanted - no needed - to hear something more from the Graaf about her request. Not so much for the fact that they needed his aid, more so because she wanted to know that she had not opened up to a potential enemy. Savraan did not let them down.
With his staff having disappeared into the house, the man leaned back and crossed his arms. He looked at them all individually and then let out a breath. "You have made a calculated risk by divulging to me your purpose for being here. Not that you have given me any true details, but by your words I can determine a basic idea of what you are going to do. Because you have extended your trust, I will do the same.
"There are a number of us, landowners, that have become greatly concerned with the seating of Palpatine as Emperor. The garrison of troops that have been stationed on Salliche were originally for its defense during the Clone Wars. We know differently now that they are here to keep control of one of the galaxy's major food sources. Palpatine is no fool. I understand he has manipulated his way into the Banking Clan, the Corporate Sector, and the Trade Unions. The extent of clone production for the war has left him with enough soldiers to keep any threat in check. The wealth of the Core has not been taken by the Emperor, or redistributed, but left in the hands of those that had it and Palpatine embraces these high houses. By doing so, he wins them to his side and creates a base of supporters that do not question his rule. It is scarey.
"Well, as you have heard at my rallies, I am not a man to sit by and watch as the Republic I knew gets swept away. I cannot take a major public action against the Imperials, but I can offer covert aid. I will not be seeing you again, but my people will. Tomorrow you will be visited by a man named Kresh - he is a retainer of mine through channels that keeps our identities unknown to each other. He has resources to aid you in what you are looking to do and he will defer to your plans. Obviously these resources extend to him from me and like him, I will not question your plan, your reasons, or your altruism. I only hope that whatever it is you have planned on Salliche, it is truly for the benefit of the galaxy and its freedom. Please do not make our sacrifices in vain."
With that he rose, "I wish you good night and good luck." Graaf Savraan shook each of their hands and then his doorman was there to escort the companions back out to their waiting vehicle. Fifteen minutes later, they were back on the thin lane that led back to he city. In the distance, Netassa twinkled on the horizon. Ships could be seen dropping into the atmosphere like controlled shooting stars, their super-heated hulls creating a flash through the night sky.
They all sat quietly thinking about what tomorrow would bring and preparing for the violent action of rescuing Kaida's sister in less than five days.
"Well," Kaida said to the others as they piled into the Arrow. This time she sat next to Caden up front. "What do you think? Are we in a big heap of bantha pudu or did we just sew up a pretty alliance? At least the dinner was nice."
There was always a certain amount of risk when you trusted another party with such things. She prayed their trust was well placed. There was nothing for it but to move forward with their plans. She suddenly felt very tired. Yawning into the back of her hand, she leaned her head against Caden's shoulder and let the drive back to Netassa lull her off to sleep.
Quote from: Jingo on Apr 24, 2013, 09:26 PM
"Well," Kaida said to the others as they piled into the Arrow. This time she sat next to Caden up front. "What do you think? Are we in a big heap of bantha pudu or did we just sew up a pretty alliance? At least the dinner was nice."
"Both," grumbled Caden. They were still renegades, in function if no longer in name, and their new "allies" were simply farmers.
He paused for a moment. "Dinner
was nice."