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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