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OOC Cantina / Re: Email notifications
« Last post by SWSF Hoppus on January 15, 2024, 02:16:40 PM »Meh dont seem to be working.
I need to rebuild this damn site.
I need to rebuild this damn site.
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OOC Cantina / Re: Email notifications
« Last post by gallpizi on January 12, 2024, 09:51:02 PM »Haven't gotten any
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OOC Cantina / Re: Simming Discussion
« Last post by SWSF Hoppus on January 09, 2024, 08:39:46 PM »We're slowly working on putting stuff together. Hopefully 2024 is the year we can get a game going with plenty of nostalgic appeal.
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OOC Cantina / Email notifications
« Last post by SWSF Hoppus on January 09, 2024, 05:02:43 PM »Can folks confirm if email notifications are going out? I can send you a PM to see if the email arrives. They don't seem to be, for me? Please shoot me a PM to confirm if you don't mind.
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OOC Cantina / Re: Happy holidays!
« Last post by SWSF Hoppus on December 24, 2023, 12:11:39 PM »Merry Christmas!
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OOC Cantina / Happy holidays!
« Last post by George on December 22, 2023, 09:00:50 PM »I came across this classic 1981 Santa Yoda Christmas card today, and finding it made for a nice excuse to post here and wish you all happy holidays. So, happy holidays!
If you have some downtime and are on Discord, drop by the SWSF server at https://discord.gg/PPZPMYcm and say hello!
If you have some downtime and are on Discord, drop by the SWSF server at https://discord.gg/PPZPMYcm and say hello!
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Star Wars: The Crimson Covenant / Re: CC: Corellian Birthright
« Last post by Syren on December 09, 2023, 08:39:56 PM »“I could give you petty rhymes
Of worlds that I contrived
They’re in my sleep, my dreams, I speak them
Slow so you can read
And not stand back and stare and fear
Foolish devouring things.”
-Purity Ring
Corellia
Surface: Coronet City
Inspector Thekla exits the interview room and nods to the agents.
“Agent Patten will undergo a full psych evaluation and, if cleared, resume his duties. For now. The two of you will escort him.”
Riley appears behind him, “Thank you, Inspector.”
“Be warned. The situation with Veritaas is very serious. He put this entire agency at risk so your secrets may only be safe for so long.”
“Understood.”
“Do not go too far. We may need to speak again soon.”
Riley begins to walk down the corridor with Cassidy and Sixta falling into step beside him. He is only a little pissed he wound up here but cannot really hold a grudge. He wouldn’t trust him either if he were them but they must if their focus is to remain where it needs to be. Not really doing a great job of convincing them so far. There is no telling what the Republic will try when they inevitably return. The entitled manner in which Senator Braac conducted his sham investigation only indicates they would operate aggressively if ever allowed back on the surface of their world. If Soldys sought out Aunt Mara’s assistance then he hopes it would be enough for them to never have to find out. However, he knows forces are working behind each action and reaction so they must be prepared to fight for their home and their lives.
“What did the Inspector mean by secrets?”
“It’s classified.”
Her features pinch reflexively, skeptical, “Really? If you were conducting classified CorSec business, why not just say that?”
“Would that have made you any less suspicious?”
“Perhaps not,” Sixta admits with a silken smirk. “It would have given us a better frame of reference. The only reason you are being sent to psych without an armed detail is likely because Thekla confirmed this so congrats, you have cover for your intentional ambiguity. Not that I don't think you are digging yourself a deeper hole. It also does not change what we heard.”
“Overheard, as in eavesdrop like a bunch of creeps.”
“Not really in a position to point fingers,” Cassidy says. “Not after that.”
“Fair, but why didn’t you tell him about Gemma?”
“We got enough problems right now. The important thing is to make sure you are not a danger – to us or others. We are not going to apologize for that.”
“I wouldn’t ask you to. I get it, and I am fully willing to validate it through proper channels.”
“That might be difficult for them to do with the Director's suspension and let's be clear - he did that to himself. His questionable judgment casts doubt on anything one might be doing for him. Leadership may want to review his decisions to make sure they still align with CorSec's mission."
"He's right. Now you respect protocol? What about the recent events your rather ominous fiancé shared? Violence involving Force users, loss of life on our soil? That is…such a flagrant violation it defies logic. You and Veritaas are playing it rather loose for those claiming to have Corellia’s security in mind. Are you telling us those events fall under the same blanket mission classification?”
“It is an unfortunate byproduct of it. I told you it is complicated.”
“Got that but what about the new players? Who or what is the Voss-Ra?
“Uh, ancient shape-shifting, Force-wielding sorcerers.”
“Mm…and Adubell?”
“A ruthless, genetically modified, seemingly invincible Sith hybrid-clone. Or something.”
“Holy fuck, Riley. Seriously?”
Sixta rounds a corner and presses two fingers against the bridge of her nose but keeps her voice low, “Sith in the mix too? Swell. You are literally killing me, Patten. What are we supposed to do with this information? Even if someone believes either one of those descriptions – both of which are insane, by the way – how are we supposed to fight that?”
“They are not your battles to fight. Others are working on it. That’s the point. We need to focus here. Getting caught up in what I was doing and with whom is not going to stop the Republic from returning with greater numbers and even more sinister intent. The disinformation plaguing the Jedi has always been a manufactured ploy to conjure up policy to counter it. They are not perfect, not even close, but some mean to help us. Those who want the galaxy to be a place of peace, as much as anything this vast can be. I choose to trust them to do that as they trust in us to protect them from unjust persecution.”
The group traverses through medical and crosses into psych, as silence falls over them until they arrive at the counselor’s door. Cassidy knows his history is dark and complex, dark enough to make the things he says probable even if they are both confusing and horrifying. Sixta knows the same but a part of her wishes he was not part of something so seemingly portentous and potentially destructive.
If he is not compromised, could he instead be a harbinger? The son of beloved, conflicted Patten, nephew of austere hero Gellar – as the ever-bold and dramatic retellings go - returns to herald their downfall. The cursed prince of Corellia. Someone should write a play. These thoughts chill her to the core and, despite not doubting his intentions, questions whether or not his efforts could realistically spare them from ruin. She pushes out a breath slowly, turning to him.
“Are you saying that because you believe it or because you are in love with one?”
Riley pauses before heading inside, “Both.”
-TBC
Of worlds that I contrived
They’re in my sleep, my dreams, I speak them
Slow so you can read
And not stand back and stare and fear
Foolish devouring things.”
-Purity Ring
Corellia
Surface: Coronet City
Inspector Thekla exits the interview room and nods to the agents.
“Agent Patten will undergo a full psych evaluation and, if cleared, resume his duties. For now. The two of you will escort him.”
Riley appears behind him, “Thank you, Inspector.”
“Be warned. The situation with Veritaas is very serious. He put this entire agency at risk so your secrets may only be safe for so long.”
“Understood.”
“Do not go too far. We may need to speak again soon.”
Riley begins to walk down the corridor with Cassidy and Sixta falling into step beside him. He is only a little pissed he wound up here but cannot really hold a grudge. He wouldn’t trust him either if he were them but they must if their focus is to remain where it needs to be. Not really doing a great job of convincing them so far. There is no telling what the Republic will try when they inevitably return. The entitled manner in which Senator Braac conducted his sham investigation only indicates they would operate aggressively if ever allowed back on the surface of their world. If Soldys sought out Aunt Mara’s assistance then he hopes it would be enough for them to never have to find out. However, he knows forces are working behind each action and reaction so they must be prepared to fight for their home and their lives.
“What did the Inspector mean by secrets?”
“It’s classified.”
Her features pinch reflexively, skeptical, “Really? If you were conducting classified CorSec business, why not just say that?”
“Would that have made you any less suspicious?”
“Perhaps not,” Sixta admits with a silken smirk. “It would have given us a better frame of reference. The only reason you are being sent to psych without an armed detail is likely because Thekla confirmed this so congrats, you have cover for your intentional ambiguity. Not that I don't think you are digging yourself a deeper hole. It also does not change what we heard.”
“Overheard, as in eavesdrop like a bunch of creeps.”
“Not really in a position to point fingers,” Cassidy says. “Not after that.”
“Fair, but why didn’t you tell him about Gemma?”
“We got enough problems right now. The important thing is to make sure you are not a danger – to us or others. We are not going to apologize for that.”
“I wouldn’t ask you to. I get it, and I am fully willing to validate it through proper channels.”
“That might be difficult for them to do with the Director's suspension and let's be clear - he did that to himself. His questionable judgment casts doubt on anything one might be doing for him. Leadership may want to review his decisions to make sure they still align with CorSec's mission."
"He's right. Now you respect protocol? What about the recent events your rather ominous fiancé shared? Violence involving Force users, loss of life on our soil? That is…such a flagrant violation it defies logic. You and Veritaas are playing it rather loose for those claiming to have Corellia’s security in mind. Are you telling us those events fall under the same blanket mission classification?”
“It is an unfortunate byproduct of it. I told you it is complicated.”
“Got that but what about the new players? Who or what is the Voss-Ra?
“Uh, ancient shape-shifting, Force-wielding sorcerers.”
“Mm…and Adubell?”
“A ruthless, genetically modified, seemingly invincible Sith hybrid-clone. Or something.”
“Holy fuck, Riley. Seriously?”
Sixta rounds a corner and presses two fingers against the bridge of her nose but keeps her voice low, “Sith in the mix too? Swell. You are literally killing me, Patten. What are we supposed to do with this information? Even if someone believes either one of those descriptions – both of which are insane, by the way – how are we supposed to fight that?”
“They are not your battles to fight. Others are working on it. That’s the point. We need to focus here. Getting caught up in what I was doing and with whom is not going to stop the Republic from returning with greater numbers and even more sinister intent. The disinformation plaguing the Jedi has always been a manufactured ploy to conjure up policy to counter it. They are not perfect, not even close, but some mean to help us. Those who want the galaxy to be a place of peace, as much as anything this vast can be. I choose to trust them to do that as they trust in us to protect them from unjust persecution.”
The group traverses through medical and crosses into psych, as silence falls over them until they arrive at the counselor’s door. Cassidy knows his history is dark and complex, dark enough to make the things he says probable even if they are both confusing and horrifying. Sixta knows the same but a part of her wishes he was not part of something so seemingly portentous and potentially destructive.
If he is not compromised, could he instead be a harbinger? The son of beloved, conflicted Patten, nephew of austere hero Gellar – as the ever-bold and dramatic retellings go - returns to herald their downfall. The cursed prince of Corellia. Someone should write a play. These thoughts chill her to the core and, despite not doubting his intentions, questions whether or not his efforts could realistically spare them from ruin. She pushes out a breath slowly, turning to him.
“Are you saying that because you believe it or because you are in love with one?”
Riley pauses before heading inside, “Both.”
-TBC
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Star Wars: The Crimson Covenant / Re: CC: Corellian Birthright
« Last post by Medivh on December 01, 2023, 12:49:49 PM »Corellian Sector
Drall
Surface: Undisclosed
"How do we know this will work?"
Artemis Soldys' blue holo projection was full sized as Mara was talking through the schematics of her plan.
"The technology demands that this would work."
"And it won't trigger the self-destruct?"
Mara shook her head.
"The Trade Federation was thorough - but it never occurred to them that someone would pump electricity into the system. They were worried someone would use ion cannons to capture the unmanned nets."
"And then, after they are disabled. We can just tug them where we need to, and gain control?"
"There is one minor complication on that front. You're going to need me to join you on the mission."
"What? Why"
Mara typed in a few keys and a new diagram scrolled on the screen.
"The nets have an anti-transfer lock on them. It's built into the programming. That way, even if they get sold to a third party, like they were to the Republic, they can't be resold, and resold, and resold to an enemy of the Trade Federation. It was actually indicated in the sale contract. Once the Republic was sold these nets, no one else would be able to activate or deactivate them. At least, not without Federation permission.
There is a built-in code that allows the Federation to go in and reset the system. It can only be triggered once the system is powered down, but once it is, we can go in and reset the command codes, giving you the access you want."
"Why can't you just provide me with the reset code?"
"Because it isn't just a code. It requires a hardware-software-biometric combination to reset the codes. Again, a failsafe so somebody couldn't steal the codes. Only the highest ranking Federation officials ever had the required combination. Including me. My biometrics will need to be present in order to activate the reset."
"Your administrator was quite the paranoid individual"
Mara scoffed
"Medivh was, and he passed that on to each of his successors. It's how he survived long after people thought he was dead. But in the end, it didn't help - The Trade Federation was dissolved, and the last administrator was murdered. But at least I can help you out with your mission."
Artemis nodded, letting out a sigh.
"Alright. I guess you'll join us. We should meet up in person to coordinate -"
There was a beeping on another line, and Mara watched as Artemis tapped a button, a frown crossing his face.
"What is it?"
"Apparently, internal Corellian politics are still alive and well, despite our predicament"
"What happened?"
"It looks like ongoing CorSec investigations have led to Director Veritass being put on administrative leave and ... oh great"
"What is it now?"
Artemis looked up at Mara, the look on his face making it clear he didn't want to tell her what he had learned.
"Well ... you know, in my role, I've been given access to essentially all internal, classified CorSec information, including investigation dispatches."
"Yes ..."
"It seems that Riley was brought in for questioning. by Inspector Thekla"
"WHAT?"
TBC
Drall
Surface: Undisclosed
"How do we know this will work?"
Artemis Soldys' blue holo projection was full sized as Mara was talking through the schematics of her plan.
"The technology demands that this would work."
"And it won't trigger the self-destruct?"
Mara shook her head.
"The Trade Federation was thorough - but it never occurred to them that someone would pump electricity into the system. They were worried someone would use ion cannons to capture the unmanned nets."
"And then, after they are disabled. We can just tug them where we need to, and gain control?"
"There is one minor complication on that front. You're going to need me to join you on the mission."
"What? Why"
Mara typed in a few keys and a new diagram scrolled on the screen.
"The nets have an anti-transfer lock on them. It's built into the programming. That way, even if they get sold to a third party, like they were to the Republic, they can't be resold, and resold, and resold to an enemy of the Trade Federation. It was actually indicated in the sale contract. Once the Republic was sold these nets, no one else would be able to activate or deactivate them. At least, not without Federation permission.
There is a built-in code that allows the Federation to go in and reset the system. It can only be triggered once the system is powered down, but once it is, we can go in and reset the command codes, giving you the access you want."
"Why can't you just provide me with the reset code?"
"Because it isn't just a code. It requires a hardware-software-biometric combination to reset the codes. Again, a failsafe so somebody couldn't steal the codes. Only the highest ranking Federation officials ever had the required combination. Including me. My biometrics will need to be present in order to activate the reset."
"Your administrator was quite the paranoid individual"
Mara scoffed
"Medivh was, and he passed that on to each of his successors. It's how he survived long after people thought he was dead. But in the end, it didn't help - The Trade Federation was dissolved, and the last administrator was murdered. But at least I can help you out with your mission."
Artemis nodded, letting out a sigh.
"Alright. I guess you'll join us. We should meet up in person to coordinate -"
There was a beeping on another line, and Mara watched as Artemis tapped a button, a frown crossing his face.
"What is it?"
"Apparently, internal Corellian politics are still alive and well, despite our predicament"
"What happened?"
"It looks like ongoing CorSec investigations have led to Director Veritass being put on administrative leave and ... oh great"
"What is it now?"
Artemis looked up at Mara, the look on his face making it clear he didn't want to tell her what he had learned.
"Well ... you know, in my role, I've been given access to essentially all internal, classified CorSec information, including investigation dispatches."
"Yes ..."
"It seems that Riley was brought in for questioning. by Inspector Thekla"
"WHAT?"
TBC
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Star Wars: The Crimson Covenant / Re: CC: Corellian Birthright
« Last post by Syren on November 27, 2023, 10:51:16 PM »“Do you see the sign on the skyline?
Space head omen girl
It’s raining blood and fire on your world
Born under a bad sign.”
TOMMA INTET
Corellia
Surface: Coronet City
Agent Sixta Belasiss considers Riley’s proclamation. They agreed to help him but that does not exempt him from suspicion. His flecked, violet eyes seem to search her face for an understanding and trust that she cannot quite conjure up at the moment. Would he turn on them as well? He lied and there is no telling what else he may be lying about. Cassidy, she can tell, desperately wants to accept him at his word. Some sort of shared male bond or whatever that does not take root in her. She snaps up her blaster and sets to stun, leveling it at the duplicitous Patten.
“I do not believe you.”
She fires once, sending Riley sprawling back against his massive (and rather well-made) bed. They watch in silence as he slumps forward onto the floor.
“Sixta! What the fuck?”
She holsters the blaster and glares at Agent Clay, “You read the statement. Doctor Cross reappeared without explanation and she damn near murdered Veritaas. By his own admission, there are similarities to other cases. Riley made the link as well. We need to take him to Inspector Thekla, and sort this out. Do not tell me you are buying this.”
“Ok, well, no, not entirely but why would he tell us if not to help us put together a pattern?”
“A pattern he is following. I want to save Corellia too but he is a walking plot hole. Do you want to wind up bleeding out on a floor after he is triggered by some sociopath Force user?”
Cassidy shakes his head, “Of course not but let’s not go leaping to conclusions.”
“Leaping? Thekla’s rationale for leaving any Jedi-related insinuation out of the Kor Vella report does not change the fact that evidence of such involvement exists. There was forensics that substantiated involvement.”
“Conveniently placed for us to find along with wiped security vid drives.”
“Fair enough but the fact remains - we do not know where Riley was for all that time. Clearly, it was not mourning Gemma. He is asking a lot of us without giving much in return.”
“You think Gemma Masterton is involved in this as well?”
“She is a known Force user formally and publicly exiled from the Republic. Implies motive.”
“Riley would never turn on us or Corellia.”
“No one is saying he did,” Sixta counters. “If Cross and the others were conditioned into sleepers then what is to say Riley is not being used to undermine any response Corellia has to the Republic’s allegations? He put himself on Senator Braac’s radar and you heard him. The Empire would benefit most from a Republic implosion and what better way to ensure that than bait them into a bloody and contentious conflict that finally fractures the tenuous support of crucial member systems. I am not saying I disagree with the assessment but his presence here, now, after all this time is pretty convenient too. Corellian lives would be lost, Cass.”
Cassidy’s eyes drop to Riley’s body. They may not have known each other as kids but Riley has been a good friend and they had trained side-by-side at the CorSec Academy, even as sporadic as his participation had been. They had forged something together, the three of them, when all the others thought them odd and off-putting. He must serve and protect their citizens even if it is sometimes from themselves.
“Lives are going to be lost anyway, Six. You know that. But I do see your point. We have Thekla debrief him but we need to keep it quiet. He’s one of us and the last thing anyone wants is one of The Four making headlines out of Corellia right now. Agreed?”
“Agreed.”
*
One CorSec Plaza has several secure rooms for informants. Riley wakes up in one, groggy and growing more surly by the microsecond. Thankfully, he is not restrained. The sharp lights overhead do not help matters as a face swirls into focus. He looks serious but not angry which does not calm him the way he hoped it would.
“I’m Inspector Claes Thekla. I am glad we can finally meet although I wish it were under better circumstances.”
“Wha…what circumstances? Sixta, did you…shoot me?”
“I did, yes. Pay attention, Patten and you can clear this up once and for all.”
Riley’s brows pull inward, “I can only speak to Director Veritaas.”
“I am afraid that is not possible,” Thekla says coolly, approaching the table. “As of about twenty minutes ago, Elon Veritaas has been suspended from duty and put on administrative leave pending investigation.”
“Why?”
“He broke protocol which resulted in a breach of CorSec systems, a near-successful attempt on his life, and the deaths of several children. A rather compelling reason why Veritaas may need some time away now that he has been cleared by medical. For now, I’d like to know what you have been up to. Your presence was unaccounted for much longer than most agents, even ones in the special reserve unit Veritaas strangely has you in. It must be nice to have friends in high places.”
Riley struggles to keep a neutral tone, “I know you are just doing your job but if you really believed I was a threat, you would have snatched me up the moment I entered the system.”
“There was no reason to do so at that time. However, now we need additional clarification.”
“What do you already know?”
“Only what your fellow agents reported. That you were gone for a considerable amount of time and, given the recently uncovered links between other seemingly mysterious disappearances and subsequent events, your explanation or lack thereof could be a sign we need to take a more cautious approach. Would you disagree with that statement?”
“No."
Cassidy and Sixta stand flanking Thekla at a distance, expressions placid as they look past him. They apparently didn’t tell him everything which bodes well but he would need to think quickly. Thekla leans forward.
“Excellent. Let’s start with who you were with. Was it the Jedi?”
Riley’s eyes slide away from his to the wall. Thekla’s jaw tightens.
“Agent Patten, I do not have to remind you how dangerous this particular implication could be. There is already evidence of Jedi activity on Corellia after the FURA went into effect. The Republic has suspected this all along and if someone within our ranks has been providing unsanctioned assistance in violation of our charter as a member-”
“Then what? You are on board with genocide so long as it doesn’t ruffle any Republic feathers?”
“That is not what I said. Do not make this political.”
“Everything is political! What do you think got us here?”
Thekla turns, asking for the room before taking a moment to collect his thoughts.
“You got heart and I admire that but remember we are on the same side. Corellia must survive but you have to understand what kind of position this puts us in. Two of the three others who were missing are now dead and seemingly tied to a variety of high crimes across the galaxy. You told Agents Belasiss and Clay that the third individual was triggered by a phrase that turned them violent. That also appears to be the case here with Doctor Cross. You can see our dilemma.”
“Not sure I do.”
“Alright, Agent Patten. The theory is that they were all taken and sent back to do something potentially destabilizing, leveraging the trust in those around them to operate undetected until they were triggered. I do not believe we have evidence linking Kain’s involvement in the Republic to what happened here or in the Corporate Sector but proximity and similarity do seem to point in that direction, especially after you confirmed she was sent to look for Prescott in the first place. Then there is you – returning to Corellia after Cross failed to kill Veritaas.”
“You think I am dangerous?”
“I think you know more than you told your friends.”
He nods, attempting to maintain the illusion of their deniability, “You are right about that.”
“Where were you?”
“The Unknown Regions,” Riley replies as casually as possible, reaching for one of the many truths among all the lies.
“Were you now? That seems…unwise considering the risks. You could have been stuck out there forever if the legends are to be believed. What were you doing there?”
“Procuring means of Corellian defense."
The words, chosen carefully, land on Thekla. He had read up on the son of Kimber Patten. So much of his history was left undocumented, leaving only the superficial threads of an orphan trying to find his way with all the money in the worlds. That would normally be enough to write him off as a spoiled punk but his public profile, the persistent rumors, his stint with CorSec and his ties to Veritaas paint a more complex picture. This is not the first time he has been away which leads Thekla to believe these were not entirely unplanned.
“Can you elaborate on that?”
“To the extent I am able,” he says, vaguely ominous. “Look, there is a legitimate reason for my secrecy and it has nothing to do with brainwashing or bombings. I appreciate Belasiss and Clay’s concern and would have done the same but not all CorSec agents operate exclusively within this system. We have other interests.”
Thekla frowns, “I have heard stories of special ops, yes. Are you saying-”
“I am saying we need to be able to defend ourselves if it comes to it. That is what Sucellus is.”
“Sucellus?”
He shrugs, “That is all I can say. For now. Without Veritaas.”
In truth, the reserve unit Veritaas created as his cover is much more than it seems. Something the Director embedded with exactly this type of flexibility. No one could put anything going on behind the scenes into general CorSec case files. His “unit” – overseen by the Director, when not conducting domestic CorSec operations – was assigned “missions” under the moniker Sucellus, used to officially explain his absences. He thought it was overkill back in the day but it is coming in clutch at the moment.
Thekla pulls out his datapad, taps in the search, and is met with the most frustrating sound of denial. It cannot be. His connections really do go all the way to the top. This is well above Thekla's pay grade and not something he would be able to pursue further, at least not without authorization. He glances at Riley and then back at his datapad.
Project Sucellus: Classified
-TBC
Space head omen girl
It’s raining blood and fire on your world
Born under a bad sign.”
TOMMA INTET
Corellia
Surface: Coronet City
Agent Sixta Belasiss considers Riley’s proclamation. They agreed to help him but that does not exempt him from suspicion. His flecked, violet eyes seem to search her face for an understanding and trust that she cannot quite conjure up at the moment. Would he turn on them as well? He lied and there is no telling what else he may be lying about. Cassidy, she can tell, desperately wants to accept him at his word. Some sort of shared male bond or whatever that does not take root in her. She snaps up her blaster and sets to stun, leveling it at the duplicitous Patten.
“I do not believe you.”
She fires once, sending Riley sprawling back against his massive (and rather well-made) bed. They watch in silence as he slumps forward onto the floor.
“Sixta! What the fuck?”
She holsters the blaster and glares at Agent Clay, “You read the statement. Doctor Cross reappeared without explanation and she damn near murdered Veritaas. By his own admission, there are similarities to other cases. Riley made the link as well. We need to take him to Inspector Thekla, and sort this out. Do not tell me you are buying this.”
“Ok, well, no, not entirely but why would he tell us if not to help us put together a pattern?”
“A pattern he is following. I want to save Corellia too but he is a walking plot hole. Do you want to wind up bleeding out on a floor after he is triggered by some sociopath Force user?”
Cassidy shakes his head, “Of course not but let’s not go leaping to conclusions.”
“Leaping? Thekla’s rationale for leaving any Jedi-related insinuation out of the Kor Vella report does not change the fact that evidence of such involvement exists. There was forensics that substantiated involvement.”
“Conveniently placed for us to find along with wiped security vid drives.”
“Fair enough but the fact remains - we do not know where Riley was for all that time. Clearly, it was not mourning Gemma. He is asking a lot of us without giving much in return.”
“You think Gemma Masterton is involved in this as well?”
“She is a known Force user formally and publicly exiled from the Republic. Implies motive.”
“Riley would never turn on us or Corellia.”
“No one is saying he did,” Sixta counters. “If Cross and the others were conditioned into sleepers then what is to say Riley is not being used to undermine any response Corellia has to the Republic’s allegations? He put himself on Senator Braac’s radar and you heard him. The Empire would benefit most from a Republic implosion and what better way to ensure that than bait them into a bloody and contentious conflict that finally fractures the tenuous support of crucial member systems. I am not saying I disagree with the assessment but his presence here, now, after all this time is pretty convenient too. Corellian lives would be lost, Cass.”
Cassidy’s eyes drop to Riley’s body. They may not have known each other as kids but Riley has been a good friend and they had trained side-by-side at the CorSec Academy, even as sporadic as his participation had been. They had forged something together, the three of them, when all the others thought them odd and off-putting. He must serve and protect their citizens even if it is sometimes from themselves.
“Lives are going to be lost anyway, Six. You know that. But I do see your point. We have Thekla debrief him but we need to keep it quiet. He’s one of us and the last thing anyone wants is one of The Four making headlines out of Corellia right now. Agreed?”
“Agreed.”
*
One CorSec Plaza has several secure rooms for informants. Riley wakes up in one, groggy and growing more surly by the microsecond. Thankfully, he is not restrained. The sharp lights overhead do not help matters as a face swirls into focus. He looks serious but not angry which does not calm him the way he hoped it would.
“I’m Inspector Claes Thekla. I am glad we can finally meet although I wish it were under better circumstances.”
“Wha…what circumstances? Sixta, did you…shoot me?”
“I did, yes. Pay attention, Patten and you can clear this up once and for all.”
Riley’s brows pull inward, “I can only speak to Director Veritaas.”
“I am afraid that is not possible,” Thekla says coolly, approaching the table. “As of about twenty minutes ago, Elon Veritaas has been suspended from duty and put on administrative leave pending investigation.”
“Why?”
“He broke protocol which resulted in a breach of CorSec systems, a near-successful attempt on his life, and the deaths of several children. A rather compelling reason why Veritaas may need some time away now that he has been cleared by medical. For now, I’d like to know what you have been up to. Your presence was unaccounted for much longer than most agents, even ones in the special reserve unit Veritaas strangely has you in. It must be nice to have friends in high places.”
Riley struggles to keep a neutral tone, “I know you are just doing your job but if you really believed I was a threat, you would have snatched me up the moment I entered the system.”
“There was no reason to do so at that time. However, now we need additional clarification.”
“What do you already know?”
“Only what your fellow agents reported. That you were gone for a considerable amount of time and, given the recently uncovered links between other seemingly mysterious disappearances and subsequent events, your explanation or lack thereof could be a sign we need to take a more cautious approach. Would you disagree with that statement?”
“No."
Cassidy and Sixta stand flanking Thekla at a distance, expressions placid as they look past him. They apparently didn’t tell him everything which bodes well but he would need to think quickly. Thekla leans forward.
“Excellent. Let’s start with who you were with. Was it the Jedi?”
Riley’s eyes slide away from his to the wall. Thekla’s jaw tightens.
“Agent Patten, I do not have to remind you how dangerous this particular implication could be. There is already evidence of Jedi activity on Corellia after the FURA went into effect. The Republic has suspected this all along and if someone within our ranks has been providing unsanctioned assistance in violation of our charter as a member-”
“Then what? You are on board with genocide so long as it doesn’t ruffle any Republic feathers?”
“That is not what I said. Do not make this political.”
“Everything is political! What do you think got us here?”
Thekla turns, asking for the room before taking a moment to collect his thoughts.
“You got heart and I admire that but remember we are on the same side. Corellia must survive but you have to understand what kind of position this puts us in. Two of the three others who were missing are now dead and seemingly tied to a variety of high crimes across the galaxy. You told Agents Belasiss and Clay that the third individual was triggered by a phrase that turned them violent. That also appears to be the case here with Doctor Cross. You can see our dilemma.”
“Not sure I do.”
“Alright, Agent Patten. The theory is that they were all taken and sent back to do something potentially destabilizing, leveraging the trust in those around them to operate undetected until they were triggered. I do not believe we have evidence linking Kain’s involvement in the Republic to what happened here or in the Corporate Sector but proximity and similarity do seem to point in that direction, especially after you confirmed she was sent to look for Prescott in the first place. Then there is you – returning to Corellia after Cross failed to kill Veritaas.”
“You think I am dangerous?”
“I think you know more than you told your friends.”
He nods, attempting to maintain the illusion of their deniability, “You are right about that.”
“Where were you?”
“The Unknown Regions,” Riley replies as casually as possible, reaching for one of the many truths among all the lies.
“Were you now? That seems…unwise considering the risks. You could have been stuck out there forever if the legends are to be believed. What were you doing there?”
“Procuring means of Corellian defense."
The words, chosen carefully, land on Thekla. He had read up on the son of Kimber Patten. So much of his history was left undocumented, leaving only the superficial threads of an orphan trying to find his way with all the money in the worlds. That would normally be enough to write him off as a spoiled punk but his public profile, the persistent rumors, his stint with CorSec and his ties to Veritaas paint a more complex picture. This is not the first time he has been away which leads Thekla to believe these were not entirely unplanned.
“Can you elaborate on that?”
“To the extent I am able,” he says, vaguely ominous. “Look, there is a legitimate reason for my secrecy and it has nothing to do with brainwashing or bombings. I appreciate Belasiss and Clay’s concern and would have done the same but not all CorSec agents operate exclusively within this system. We have other interests.”
Thekla frowns, “I have heard stories of special ops, yes. Are you saying-”
“I am saying we need to be able to defend ourselves if it comes to it. That is what Sucellus is.”
“Sucellus?”
He shrugs, “That is all I can say. For now. Without Veritaas.”
In truth, the reserve unit Veritaas created as his cover is much more than it seems. Something the Director embedded with exactly this type of flexibility. No one could put anything going on behind the scenes into general CorSec case files. His “unit” – overseen by the Director, when not conducting domestic CorSec operations – was assigned “missions” under the moniker Sucellus, used to officially explain his absences. He thought it was overkill back in the day but it is coming in clutch at the moment.
Thekla pulls out his datapad, taps in the search, and is met with the most frustrating sound of denial. It cannot be. His connections really do go all the way to the top. This is well above Thekla's pay grade and not something he would be able to pursue further, at least not without authorization. He glances at Riley and then back at his datapad.
Project Sucellus: Classified
-TBC
90
Star Wars: The Crimson Covenant / Re: CC: Corellian Birthright
« Last post by Syren on November 16, 2023, 10:01:24 PM »“Don’t the best of them bleed it out
While the rest of them peter out?
Truth of consequence, say it aloud
Use that evidence, race it around.”
-Foo Fighters
Corellia
Surface: Coronet
Riley, Riley, Riley.
Stepped in it again. What was he thinking, trying to smooth things over with the Senator? The shadow of his own legacy looms over anything he does. It would be easier if he kept his mouth shut and stayed out of the way. Let others handle it. This place is a part of him so he could never do that. He had been out of pocket long enough.
In CorSec headquarters, he trains with Veritaas instructing him from the sidelines. Knowing his spirit, keeping him out of the fray is a pipe dream. Best he is ready. The Director is moving more slowly than he once did but he is moving. The deep crimson gash along his throat serves as a painful reminder of his misplaced faith in seeing how things would play out. Trying to weaken CorSec with his death while using the ensuing chaos as a cover to free their captive Infiltrator is fairly clever, even if only one of those two goals had been achieved. He had slipped away to the prison beneath them, stared at the empty chamber, and buried two good men. The transgression now puts him at risk and so he focuses on guiding Riley through their combat protocols with an empathetic urgency.
He is best with a blaster in his hands. The bolts find their marks with refreshing accuracy. There is a frenetic energy between them, knowing the Republic is coming. So many things they could not say to one another in this place. Pressing matters, and all that. Moving quickly between targets, Riley feels the bite of guilt having asked his friends to run interference within their own agency. He hopes Corellia’s survival guides their path as it does his own. The fate of Centerpoint twists something inside him as his mind drifts to his mother, entombed among the collapsed ruins.
Kimber died for it so that Riley could save it.
What good is a loophole, he ponders, if not for this significant a purpose? He would die for it too, something edging ever closer to a guarantee should all else fail. He knows the others – Mara, Elon – would trade their lives for his in an instant. To prevent what is quickly becoming an inevitability. He has faith in them yet understands that the prophecy and the Voss-Ra have been operative for far too long for there not to be one or two surprises up their dingy, tattered sleeves. The effort expended on it, all the blood shed for it, is simply astounding. And so here Corellia is once again, a scapegoat and a target.
They would not stand for it.
He showers and parts ways with Veritaas for now, glancing past the statue of Valerie Gellar with the sun receding from a carved expression of determination on her nearly glowering face. Dane may be kind of a pill but the Gellar grit could come in handy right about now. They are all family anyway, right? He giggles to himself as he strolls up to his residence to meet Cassidy and Sixta. They needed to blow off some steam.
The ring sits in a box on the nightstand which he is quick to conceal by scooping it into a drawer. They are preoccupied but Riley redirects anyway, “And what of the investigation?”
Sixta makes a sour face, “No pleasantries? No refreshments? Some eccentric billionaire you turned out to be.”
“Help yourselves, there is pretty much anything you can think of. Droids keep it stocked.”
“Already on it,” Cassidy laughs, tossing him a bottle of ale. “Six?”
“Pass. I’m too wound up.”
“That’s kind of the point of drinking it.”
Riley cracks it open and taps the neck against Cassidy’s. She sighs, launching into it.
“Alright, so, despite the more, uh, immediate threat, Inspector Thekla left any Jedi connection out of the final report on the Kor Vella bombing. The evidence, scant as it may be, is suspicious but too convenient. Thekla knows that and is not about to give the Republic anything more they can use at this juncture.”
Cassidy clears his throat, “However, given Veritaas’s statement regarding his attack and the forensic evidence at the bombing, it implicates Doctor Cross as the perpetrator of both crimes.”
“They brought Veritaas in, of course, and he did not dispel Thekla’s suspicions but gave him enough to draw his own conclusions about a deeply disturbed woman who was traumatized by her ordeal which led to these ghastly events. The catch is that he still thinks Veritaas is foolish for not locking her down and debriefing before ever letting her near CorSec equipment and systems. I do not wish ill of the Director but his lapse in judgment here raises leadership concerns at very fundamental levels.”
“How much?”
Cassidy takes a hard swig, “Enough to raise an internal inquiry and investigation. That isn’t something we can prevent if that’s the course it takes.”
“Moreover, he is curious about you, Riley, and Veritaas’s connection to you. The presence of a potential trigger word or phrase, same as you said happened with Dane and his protector, provides a motive even if it was not her own. It also implies something deeper, more strategic. He believes you are hiding something. I think you are too.”
“Noted. How is this…good?”
“It cleared Della Avers, at least in the short-term, and we did what we could. A little gratitude goes a long way, Patten.”
He nods, “And I am grateful. So, so, grateful. Thank you both. I’ll flag it to Veritaas. He’ll think of something if and when the time comes.”
“He may not have to,” Cassidy quips. “Given our current predicament. Sounds like we may need all hands on deck.”
“I am hoping it doesn’t come to that.”
And for a moment, it becomes as it should be. Young friends catch up as they try to make sense of the world. They hang for a bit longer but as Cassidy and Sixta are heading for the door, a call comes through – unknown ID.
“I’ll catch you later, I’ve got to take this.”
Riley practically skips into his room, tapping on the projector. Gemma appears before him in a cloak and hood that conceals nearly her entire form. She glances up, revealing her face and he smiles.
“There you are.”
“Hi.”
“You look like you have a lot on your mind. How are you managing?”
“As well as can be expected. No one has strangled anyone…yet. Lots of training which, admittedly, is a welcome distraction. Soldys asked Mara to do something for him but she did not say what. If I am guessing; defense. We will need it. And you?”
“Productive, the People’s Council is spared for now. If he seeks defense of Corellia, I know Aunt Mara will guide him. She will help us if she can. I miss you.”
“Same, but there is something you should know…”
She recaps Lysette’s betrayal, the Infiltrator attack, and the resulting body count – carefully skirting around the extent of her injuries. So. They were being played all along. It hits him hard but he accepts that they knew their enemies would be both resourceful and vast. Then it occurs to him: does that mean they know about the contingency? They had been so careful around the others, keeping the Jedi away from that aspect of their plans. There is no telling what they know now. He voices as much to Gemma.
She pulls the cloak tighter around her, “I thought of that as well but do not believe it should deter us. We must remain steadfast if Adubell and the Voss-Ra cannot be stopped.”
“Yes,” he says. “But first, an idea. You remember that question I asked you?”
She grins, “Of course.”
“Then we elope. Something small but meaningful to us, I can arrange it. We will be together.”
“In the time we have. I remember.”
“Well, what do you think?”
She pushes aside a golden curl that falls across her face, “I think it is perfect. Talk soon. I love you.”
“I love you too.”
Beaming, Riley watches the image of Gemma fade only to be replaced by Sixta leaning against the archway with Cassidy skulking sheepishly beside her.
He gasps, taking a step back.
“You know I wasn’t entirely convinced,” she says evenly. “You did mope around maker knows where for the better part of a year but you returned without the kind of resolve that comes from such a loss. Everyone grieves differently, I guess. But you? You show up simultaneously preaching the gospel of restoring order to Corellia while evading any specifics about your little adventures acting like you still have something to lose. Someone to lose, to be precise. Gemma Masterton never died in that explosion.”
“No,” he whispers. “She didn’t.”
Cassidy groans, “That’s fucked up, man.”
“It wasn’t like that!”
“We’ve grieved because you grieved! We spent months here thinking you were off on some self-destructive spiral over losing Gemma Masterton while what? The People’s Council smuggles Jedi in and out of Corellia like it doesn’t mean we wouldn't end up exactly where we are right now? The Republic is coming with garrisons to exert control over us! We are on the precipice of war!”
“We swore to defy those in power to do what is right.”
“Clearly we have been doing that long before our little pact. You lied to us.”
“Who else?” Cassidy asks carefully, side-stepping both of them. “Who else made it out of the Bolerathon Tower?”
“Cass…”
“Who, Riley?”
“Uh. Pretty much everyone except Ples. Trichelle, I heard, died later. She was injured in the crash.”
“Holy shit. What about the Imperials that were with you?”
“They…let us escape.”
“In exchange for what?” Sixta snips with an incredulous scoff, fingers instinctively stretching toward her blaster. He could be compromised after all and they are making the same mistake Veritaas made. Riley senses this is going south and shifts toward the appeal.
“At that moment? Three CSA heirs but Dane was right. They were in a much better position to negotiate with them than either Gemma or I but that is not the point. What happened then or after is not going to stop what is happening now. Some fates cannot be overcome with all the care, hope, and love in the worlds. We have a real fight with real enemies.”
Cassidy huffs, “You can’t honestly just gloss over that by waxing poetic all over your posh apartment!”
“Especially if these things are related and relevant which, I suspect with you, they are.”
“Subjectively speaking. This is not about evading accountability.”
"So not an apology, Riley. Also, it is total bullshit. No one wants to run around doing your little bidding. We know you, we can't know you, and that may be the biggest menace to us all."
He searches for words they can rally around. They are not wrong but now is not the time to argue correlation and causation. There is nothing either of them can do for him or Gemma in the end. As much as he wishes otherwise, their influence and path through these threats are not going to be resolved by further interference into an ancient and convoluted plot marking Masterton and Patten for certain doom. He appreciates that they would try, but their efforts are better spent elsewhere. He will have to let them go.
“The Empire needs the Republic to fall and they are going to use Corellia to do it. They didn’t find what they were looking for so they created a reason to move against us. Did you see the vids of Speaker Leeds on the Holo? That guy is off the rails! If they cross the line with us to enforce increasingly unpopular laws they will lose the support they need and the Empire will be primed to regain control. Corellia should never align with either faction if they conspire to commit genocide and subjugation so I need you two to get over whatever outrage you feel about not knowing a part of myself I would just as soon not share and focus on what we have to do.”
Sixta is livid over the smug point but Cassidy chimes in before she can chide him.
“And what are we doing to do?”
“We’re going to help save Corellia but first, I am going to marry Gemma Masterton.”
-TBC
While the rest of them peter out?
Truth of consequence, say it aloud
Use that evidence, race it around.”
-Foo Fighters
Corellia
Surface: Coronet
Riley, Riley, Riley.
Stepped in it again. What was he thinking, trying to smooth things over with the Senator? The shadow of his own legacy looms over anything he does. It would be easier if he kept his mouth shut and stayed out of the way. Let others handle it. This place is a part of him so he could never do that. He had been out of pocket long enough.
In CorSec headquarters, he trains with Veritaas instructing him from the sidelines. Knowing his spirit, keeping him out of the fray is a pipe dream. Best he is ready. The Director is moving more slowly than he once did but he is moving. The deep crimson gash along his throat serves as a painful reminder of his misplaced faith in seeing how things would play out. Trying to weaken CorSec with his death while using the ensuing chaos as a cover to free their captive Infiltrator is fairly clever, even if only one of those two goals had been achieved. He had slipped away to the prison beneath them, stared at the empty chamber, and buried two good men. The transgression now puts him at risk and so he focuses on guiding Riley through their combat protocols with an empathetic urgency.
He is best with a blaster in his hands. The bolts find their marks with refreshing accuracy. There is a frenetic energy between them, knowing the Republic is coming. So many things they could not say to one another in this place. Pressing matters, and all that. Moving quickly between targets, Riley feels the bite of guilt having asked his friends to run interference within their own agency. He hopes Corellia’s survival guides their path as it does his own. The fate of Centerpoint twists something inside him as his mind drifts to his mother, entombed among the collapsed ruins.
Kimber died for it so that Riley could save it.
What good is a loophole, he ponders, if not for this significant a purpose? He would die for it too, something edging ever closer to a guarantee should all else fail. He knows the others – Mara, Elon – would trade their lives for his in an instant. To prevent what is quickly becoming an inevitability. He has faith in them yet understands that the prophecy and the Voss-Ra have been operative for far too long for there not to be one or two surprises up their dingy, tattered sleeves. The effort expended on it, all the blood shed for it, is simply astounding. And so here Corellia is once again, a scapegoat and a target.
They would not stand for it.
He showers and parts ways with Veritaas for now, glancing past the statue of Valerie Gellar with the sun receding from a carved expression of determination on her nearly glowering face. Dane may be kind of a pill but the Gellar grit could come in handy right about now. They are all family anyway, right? He giggles to himself as he strolls up to his residence to meet Cassidy and Sixta. They needed to blow off some steam.
The ring sits in a box on the nightstand which he is quick to conceal by scooping it into a drawer. They are preoccupied but Riley redirects anyway, “And what of the investigation?”
Sixta makes a sour face, “No pleasantries? No refreshments? Some eccentric billionaire you turned out to be.”
“Help yourselves, there is pretty much anything you can think of. Droids keep it stocked.”
“Already on it,” Cassidy laughs, tossing him a bottle of ale. “Six?”
“Pass. I’m too wound up.”
“That’s kind of the point of drinking it.”
Riley cracks it open and taps the neck against Cassidy’s. She sighs, launching into it.
“Alright, so, despite the more, uh, immediate threat, Inspector Thekla left any Jedi connection out of the final report on the Kor Vella bombing. The evidence, scant as it may be, is suspicious but too convenient. Thekla knows that and is not about to give the Republic anything more they can use at this juncture.”
Cassidy clears his throat, “However, given Veritaas’s statement regarding his attack and the forensic evidence at the bombing, it implicates Doctor Cross as the perpetrator of both crimes.”
“They brought Veritaas in, of course, and he did not dispel Thekla’s suspicions but gave him enough to draw his own conclusions about a deeply disturbed woman who was traumatized by her ordeal which led to these ghastly events. The catch is that he still thinks Veritaas is foolish for not locking her down and debriefing before ever letting her near CorSec equipment and systems. I do not wish ill of the Director but his lapse in judgment here raises leadership concerns at very fundamental levels.”
“How much?”
Cassidy takes a hard swig, “Enough to raise an internal inquiry and investigation. That isn’t something we can prevent if that’s the course it takes.”
“Moreover, he is curious about you, Riley, and Veritaas’s connection to you. The presence of a potential trigger word or phrase, same as you said happened with Dane and his protector, provides a motive even if it was not her own. It also implies something deeper, more strategic. He believes you are hiding something. I think you are too.”
“Noted. How is this…good?”
“It cleared Della Avers, at least in the short-term, and we did what we could. A little gratitude goes a long way, Patten.”
He nods, “And I am grateful. So, so, grateful. Thank you both. I’ll flag it to Veritaas. He’ll think of something if and when the time comes.”
“He may not have to,” Cassidy quips. “Given our current predicament. Sounds like we may need all hands on deck.”
“I am hoping it doesn’t come to that.”
And for a moment, it becomes as it should be. Young friends catch up as they try to make sense of the world. They hang for a bit longer but as Cassidy and Sixta are heading for the door, a call comes through – unknown ID.
“I’ll catch you later, I’ve got to take this.”
Riley practically skips into his room, tapping on the projector. Gemma appears before him in a cloak and hood that conceals nearly her entire form. She glances up, revealing her face and he smiles.
“There you are.”
“Hi.”
“You look like you have a lot on your mind. How are you managing?”
“As well as can be expected. No one has strangled anyone…yet. Lots of training which, admittedly, is a welcome distraction. Soldys asked Mara to do something for him but she did not say what. If I am guessing; defense. We will need it. And you?”
“Productive, the People’s Council is spared for now. If he seeks defense of Corellia, I know Aunt Mara will guide him. She will help us if she can. I miss you.”
“Same, but there is something you should know…”
She recaps Lysette’s betrayal, the Infiltrator attack, and the resulting body count – carefully skirting around the extent of her injuries. So. They were being played all along. It hits him hard but he accepts that they knew their enemies would be both resourceful and vast. Then it occurs to him: does that mean they know about the contingency? They had been so careful around the others, keeping the Jedi away from that aspect of their plans. There is no telling what they know now. He voices as much to Gemma.
She pulls the cloak tighter around her, “I thought of that as well but do not believe it should deter us. We must remain steadfast if Adubell and the Voss-Ra cannot be stopped.”
“Yes,” he says. “But first, an idea. You remember that question I asked you?”
She grins, “Of course.”
“Then we elope. Something small but meaningful to us, I can arrange it. We will be together.”
“In the time we have. I remember.”
“Well, what do you think?”
She pushes aside a golden curl that falls across her face, “I think it is perfect. Talk soon. I love you.”
“I love you too.”
Beaming, Riley watches the image of Gemma fade only to be replaced by Sixta leaning against the archway with Cassidy skulking sheepishly beside her.
He gasps, taking a step back.
“You know I wasn’t entirely convinced,” she says evenly. “You did mope around maker knows where for the better part of a year but you returned without the kind of resolve that comes from such a loss. Everyone grieves differently, I guess. But you? You show up simultaneously preaching the gospel of restoring order to Corellia while evading any specifics about your little adventures acting like you still have something to lose. Someone to lose, to be precise. Gemma Masterton never died in that explosion.”
“No,” he whispers. “She didn’t.”
Cassidy groans, “That’s fucked up, man.”
“It wasn’t like that!”
“We’ve grieved because you grieved! We spent months here thinking you were off on some self-destructive spiral over losing Gemma Masterton while what? The People’s Council smuggles Jedi in and out of Corellia like it doesn’t mean we wouldn't end up exactly where we are right now? The Republic is coming with garrisons to exert control over us! We are on the precipice of war!”
“We swore to defy those in power to do what is right.”
“Clearly we have been doing that long before our little pact. You lied to us.”
“Who else?” Cassidy asks carefully, side-stepping both of them. “Who else made it out of the Bolerathon Tower?”
“Cass…”
“Who, Riley?”
“Uh. Pretty much everyone except Ples. Trichelle, I heard, died later. She was injured in the crash.”
“Holy shit. What about the Imperials that were with you?”
“They…let us escape.”
“In exchange for what?” Sixta snips with an incredulous scoff, fingers instinctively stretching toward her blaster. He could be compromised after all and they are making the same mistake Veritaas made. Riley senses this is going south and shifts toward the appeal.
“At that moment? Three CSA heirs but Dane was right. They were in a much better position to negotiate with them than either Gemma or I but that is not the point. What happened then or after is not going to stop what is happening now. Some fates cannot be overcome with all the care, hope, and love in the worlds. We have a real fight with real enemies.”
Cassidy huffs, “You can’t honestly just gloss over that by waxing poetic all over your posh apartment!”
“Especially if these things are related and relevant which, I suspect with you, they are.”
“Subjectively speaking. This is not about evading accountability.”
"So not an apology, Riley. Also, it is total bullshit. No one wants to run around doing your little bidding. We know you, we can't know you, and that may be the biggest menace to us all."
He searches for words they can rally around. They are not wrong but now is not the time to argue correlation and causation. There is nothing either of them can do for him or Gemma in the end. As much as he wishes otherwise, their influence and path through these threats are not going to be resolved by further interference into an ancient and convoluted plot marking Masterton and Patten for certain doom. He appreciates that they would try, but their efforts are better spent elsewhere. He will have to let them go.
“The Empire needs the Republic to fall and they are going to use Corellia to do it. They didn’t find what they were looking for so they created a reason to move against us. Did you see the vids of Speaker Leeds on the Holo? That guy is off the rails! If they cross the line with us to enforce increasingly unpopular laws they will lose the support they need and the Empire will be primed to regain control. Corellia should never align with either faction if they conspire to commit genocide and subjugation so I need you two to get over whatever outrage you feel about not knowing a part of myself I would just as soon not share and focus on what we have to do.”
Sixta is livid over the smug point but Cassidy chimes in before she can chide him.
“And what are we doing to do?”
“We’re going to help save Corellia but first, I am going to marry Gemma Masterton.”
-TBC