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Re: Circle of Freedom
« Reply #15 on: April 04, 2013, 09:18:31 PM »
Chandaar: Republic Capital

Surface: Ambaril

“Thank you, Speaker Apteen. We’ll be in touch.”

Kaytt shakes his hand then departs quickly, remembering the timeline issued to her by Director Drakos. It is in serious danger of lapsing. By the time she weaves her way out of the Senate Hall and makes it back to the RSB Central Precinct, she is late.
Nearly out of breath, Kaytt ignores the calls of alarm from the secretary as she burst into the Director’s office. He glances up from his desk, waving off the frantic secretary and motions for Kaytt to come in.

“You are late. Your client and Miss Prescott are in arraignment now.”

“What?” Kaytt gasps. “You couldn’t wait five more minutes? I was stuck in traffic. You know how downtown can be at this time of day!”

“Brutal, I’m sure but I just couldn’t wait. Not about a case this big. The press is foaming at the mouth trying to gather information from us. Our lips are sealed.”

“Yeah I heard you all play it pretty close to the chest. Noble, if not highly irritating.”
 
Director Drakos seems amused by her outburst.
 
“I wouldn’t be betraying my duty to inform you that it took less than five minutes for Prescott and Kain to turn on each other. The guards had to pull them off each other.”

“How do you know that?”

He points to the monitor on his desk.

“You can’t record them without counsel present.”
 
“Calm yourself, Corinthos,” Drakos says, somewhat menacingly. “It’s video, not audio. You think we would let them off on a technicality? All the cells are monitored to prevent anyone from trying to take the easy way out. We prefer the conviction.”
 
“So do I when it applies to the guilty.”

“Speaking of the guilty, discover anything while you were out?”
 
Kaytt sighs, considering which direction to point him in.

“Perhaps but it will require more investigation on my part. I had wondered though about the previous tensions between the Corporate Sector and Trade Federation somehow influencing the decision to issue the permits but that turned out to not be the case. Not entirely anyway.”

“What do you mean?”

“The Republic has commissioned gravity well nets used by the Federation as means to stop the pirate raids along our borders.”

“Gravity well nets? I thought those hadn’t been used in years.”
 
“They haven’t but I imagine they are going into production right about now.”
 
Drakos shifts his weight in the chair and leans onto the desk.

“The investigation into the pirate raids were inconclusive. No markings. No tactical pattern. It was pure shock-and-awe.”
 
She shrugs, “Some random thugs pushing the buttons of the largest military power in the galaxy? No red flags there.”
 
“Okay,” he says, nodding. “I’ll bite.”
 
Her mind is already spinning the tale.

“The Empire has been surprisingly docile as of late, no military expansion efforts or campaigns to speak of. This riles everyone up as they expect a strike any moment. Except it doesn’t come. Instead, we have seemingly random and surprisingly effective attacks by an unknown faction. True, we border some unincorporated space and resistance on some level is anticipated. But these attacks worry the Senate deeply as they are faced with a potentially fierce clash between the Corporate Sector who has been a primary source of weaponry and supplies since our reemergence onto the galactic stage and the Trade Federation struggling to overcome its horrific past and break back into our vital markets.”
 
He smirks, “Go on.”
 
“The random nature of these attacks makes them difficult to defend and nearly impossible to predict….except perhaps with the use of a technology one of the factions already present in the capital has access to. The Speaker and some Senator’s are led to come to this conclusion seemingly on their own and seek out the Federation Ambassador to strike a deal that would include the granting of Republic permits in exchange for their assistance. Distract the competition with some clever conspiracy that may or may not have originated from within their own ranks and, while they are scrambling, decimate them publicly before the Senate so that the only reasonable course of action left is to side with the Federation. Gellar is out of the way and the Corporate Sector made out to be heartless fools with Prescott and Kain as the gorgeous and unexpected scapegoats the media clamors over without ever suspecting anyone else but those offered up before them.”

Drakos applauds.

“That is quite an imagination you have, counselor. It lives up to your reputation for stunning closing arguments. Except we’re not in a courtroom and you have no evidence to support that.”
 
“Not yet,” she says. “Care to prove me wrong?”
 
*

After Kaytt leaves the precinct, heading for the Ambaril Penitentiary, she pulls the com from her purse scrolls through the channels. Like every good politician needs a lawyer on retainer, every good lawyer needs a slicer to help with those incriminating details everyone is so fond of trying to hide. Estes has been her go-to for some of the toughest cases. The best part is, she trusted him.

The line connects and she can hear breathing but he doesn’t speak.
 
“It’s Corinthos. Go secure.”
 
There are a series of beeps before his raspy laugh fills her ear.

“I knew you’d be calling sooner or later.”
 
“Really?”
 
“You’re repping an insanely attractive murder suspect who the Rebs are trying to connect to an equally attractive Republic Counselor accused of kidnapping, bribery and conspiracy. Something tells me you need deets.”
 
“Oh, Estes. I need a miracle.”


-TBC
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Re: Circle of Freedom
« Reply #16 on: April 18, 2013, 08:36:58 PM »
Chandaar: Republic Capital

Surface: Ambaril

Kaytt Corinthos consults with Janessa first in the penitentiary. She pointedly asks Janessa how she feels about taking Circe on as a client as well and if there is anything linking them that she should be aware of. Janessa doesn?t care, she just wants out of this hell hole. Without any kind of consideration from the courts, she and Circe are targets for the unwashed masses and it has become a daily struggle for survival. She doesn?t want to die in here.
 
Kaytt has no intention of letting that happen but she must first break up the charges against them, namely the conspiracy angle. She has to make it known that Janessa and Circe are not working together to undermine the Federation or the Corporate Sector for their own personal benefit. Janessa thinks that?s insane. Her career hinges on ensuring the CSA is fairly represented in the Republic and she is deeply insulted the Direx Board would even think she would stoop to such a level after all this time. Kaytt explains that the Republic lawyers will try and spin the story to make it seem like Circe was bankrolling Janessa through the considerable deposits from Korb Security and that turning on Circe is exactly what they are hoping will happen to solidify their cases against both of them. Janessa swears her interactions with Circe Prescott prior to the Gellar?s arrival was limited to public functions with multiple witnesses. They were only more recently in closer contact through Garron but even then, it has hardly been a bonding experience. Kaytt accepts this and tells her they will speak soon before asking to meet with Circe.

Counselor Prescott is brought into the holding cell and placed in a chair. She looks pale and shaken. Once the guards are gone, Kaytt begins by informing her she will also take the case to defend her and asks that she tell her exactly what has happened. Circe is reluctant but with assurances that any conversation would fall under client privilege, she confesses the events that led them here ? Janessa?s sexual tryst with Garron is something she already knows. The rest is a series of shocking revelations. There is Mara Tacofer the Valerie Gellar clone, one of many, who has sabotaged relations between the Federation and Corporate Sector but is also responsible for kidnapping the Gellar-Masterton children. It is unclear how many there actually are but they have confirmation on three including the Ambassador. The attack on the children in the Republic capital was executed by vicious monsters, a type of garish humanoid none were familiar with, that were seen again on Korriban where the children were being held. With the help of the Jedi, they were able to rescue two of the three children. Dahlia was left behind. The Jedi Master in their company was killed. Lastly, she tells her of Rutheford Gellar?s emotional breakdown, the Jedi?s diagnosis and his subsequent injury during the rescue. As far as Circe knows, the group is still at the Wheel with the real Mara Tacofer. That is, if they are to believe her story.

Interesting but there are snags.

The clone angle would be difficult to prove. No doubt the Ambassador had a hand in influencing the Federation Administrator to issue the recall notice. The clone would have to disappear from Republic territory where it could not do further damage. It is a wise move, considering the unpredictability of others with her face but the lack of a suspect would still make it look like Circe orchestrated the kidnapping. The Valerie Gellar thing is simply beyond her comprehension and not something she is even capable of inquiring about right now. Not with everything else at stake. There is no evidence of a relationship between Garron Prescott and Janess Kain, only speculation by the RSB. The creatures that attacked and held the children are extremely disturbing and may prove useful if they could figure out who or what they are. Dahlia being left behind is tragic but it doesn?t help her clients. The Jedi?s explanation on Rutherford?s breakdown, however, just might.

Kaytt presses Circe for any details about the recovered accounts and the backer, Korb Security. She vehemently denies ever associating with or accepting money from them. Circe has no knowledge of the security firm or why her signature would be all over contracts and one purchase order for a transport carrier. Kaytt is struck by something Janessa told her, how she remembered nothing of the night Inspector Erbon was killed. In fact, she said she didn?t remember anything after leaving the restaurant. Her legal mind whirls ? why can?t Circe or Janessa recall their actions or whereabouts to alibi themselves against these charges? This goes beyond the selective memories of the self-involved. The holes in their memories are oddly specific.

She insists Circe keep these details to herself until Kaytt can work out a plan to get them out of there. At the very least, she is going to request a transfer to another ward and cite their immediate safety. What good would preparing for a trial be if neither defendant makes it there alive? Surely the judge would see reason as she is far more persuasive than the court appointed yahoo?s at the arraignment.

After leaving the prison, she checks with her slicer, Estes. He found out why there was no receipt for Janessa Kain at Republicab. The records had been altered along with the photage from cam?s that would have shown her entering the transport she claims to have taken. There are consecutive glitches across multiple cams in Ambaril that night which would indicate someone purposefully tampered with them. He also relays, rather gravely, that the last cam the glitch occurs on is three blocks from where Inspector Erbon was found. This sends a cold shiver down Kaytt?s back but she urges him to dig further. She needs something conclusive.

What she also needs is the Jedi to corroborate Circe?s claim. They are, however, notoriously difficult to contact. The entire concept of Force influence intrigues her despite not knowing much about it. She was more of the notion that intelligence and common sense is how one survives but say it were possible, there is no precedent. She supposes the Jedi did have their uses back in the day. They were the protectors of the galaxy or so she had read. The Jedi are not as publicly visible these days but she had heard rumors that certain Republic officials did consult with them on occasion. She could spend weeks trying to infiltrate their little club. That wouldn?t work. What she needs is someone a lot more accessible than that, someone a little closer to home - The grief stricken mother and psychologist who would happen to know Rutherford Gellar better than anyone.

Who she needs is Celeste Masterton.



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Re: Circle of Freedom
« Reply #17 on: April 23, 2013, 05:04:59 PM »
Chandaar: Republic Capital

Surface: Ambaril: Senate Hall

Shale Apteen felt weary.  Despite his best efforts to focus on the urgent matters of defending the Republic border, increasing military strength, improving overall welfare and prosperity - it seemed that the high profile nature of the murder, fraud and conspiracy charges facing Janessa Kain and Circe Prescott was all anyone could speak about.

Of course, that didn't mean all of the other "little" things didn't still get circulated, and petitioned, and argued back and forth.  He stood now in the meeting of the anti-piracy council, one of his more successful endeavors.

"It seems the Trade Federation nets provided are proving effective.  Already, we are seeing a nearly 70% drop in piracy activity in the protected sectors.  The additional ships provided by the Corellians are supplementing the nets, and we have begun establishing checkpoints for any who wish to enter Republic space.  We have even seen a drop in smuggling within Republic systems."

The report was positive, something Apteen appreciated.

"What percentage of Republic space is now guarded by the gravity well nets?"

A holographic image appeared floating in the center of the table, with green dots and lines indicating the nets and the areas protected.

"Approximately 50% of our border is successfully sealed off.  The central-western portion doesn't have any nets, but the Hapan Star Cluster is effective in keeping out smugglers from that direction.  Our south-western border is made up of the Corellian Sector.  And the Corellians have been adamant about not having the nets activated around their sector.  They believe they can handle pirates themselves"

"Didn't they just fight so hard to be brought into the Republic?  And now they seem to want to be excluded?  Those Corellians just want everything their own way"

There were murmurs of agreement from a few committee members, while the Correllian  sitting in the meeting remained silent. Still, there were some who stood up for him.

"The Corellians have increased our fleets by a tremendous amount, and are contributing - as always - to protecting the Republic.  What do we care if they don't want the protection available to the main Republic sectors?"

"Perhaps" Shale Apteen interjected, trying to calm the senators before the discussion got out of control "the Corellians have concerns about the nets.  Is that true, Mr. Cale?"

Endar Cale was technically an assistant to Senator Artemis Soldys, but over the past few months, Soldys had been absent, apparently in the Corellian Sector on local business.  Speculation surrounded his departure, but most now dealt directly with Endar Cale, the Corellian representative and substitute senator.

Cale raised his eyes to the Speaker, before turning to face the table.

"Corellia is concerned that the gravity well nets serve just as much to keep people IN as it does to keep the bad guys OUT.  Corellia treasures its freedom, and would like to ensure it keeps it"

The statement sounded so sincere, and yet to many in the room, the idea that the nets that were protecting them could hurt them in the end was laughable.  And so they laughed at Cale's expense.  He turned his gaze back to the Speaker who frowned, before hushing the room and moving on to the next on his list of questions.

'We appreciate the concerns of Corellia - but moving on, we do have a ways to go.  How is production and shipment from the Trade Federation proceeding?"

The conversation proceeded with little incident, and at the end, the Speaker thanked the committee for their hard work and efforts, many filing out of the room, leaving the Speaker alone with the Corellian representative.

"Is Corellia really concerned?"

"The Republic stands strong because of its OPEN borders, the ability for people to ENTER to share in our freedoms, and LEAVE if they don't like the path we are taking.  If the entire Republic is locked in, suddenly participation in the Republic seems coerced"

"Do you really think it will come to that?"

"No one thought that the Republic would go to war or transform into an Empire, but it did.  Corellians have long memories, Mr. Speaker.  I understand the value of these gravity wells, but my concern for what would happen if they fell into wrong hands, or perhaps more frightening, if the stewards of the Republic are not as ... ideal ... as we would hope"

Representative Cale rose from his seat, offering a short, almost sad smile, before stepping out, leaving the Speaker to ponder those thoughts.

Corellia

"Senator Soldys - Republic Science Inspector Guaco is on the phone."

Soldys glanced up from the computer console he was working feverishly at.

"And?"

"he says that radiation levels around the station are low enough to allow a boarding party"

Artemis Soldys cursed under his breathe.  He has spent the last two months trying to create as many roadblocks as possible to preventing access to the Centerpoint remains.  Part of it was out of reverence for the fallen - but a bigger part was out of fear of what would happen if the technology from the station were ever utilized again.  Few knew what Artemis knew about it's full power, and the threat it would cause.  So he had set up huge red-tape obstacles, keeping Republic scientists away.

Now though, it seemed as if the last hurdle had been pushed aside.  The place, despite its spectacular implosion, didn't have radiation, and eager but foolish Republic scientists were already visiting Corellia, waiting to get a first-hand glimpse of the station, and see what they could harvest from it.

"Get me in touch with the Corellian governors - we have to think of some way of stopping them"

"I'll do that sir.  I should point out that your presence continues to be missed at Chandaar"

"I feel so loved.  Is the sector being fairly represented?"

"Well, yes sir-"

"Then I'm afraid my presence will be missed for a bit longer."

"Very good sir"

TBC
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Re: Circle of Freedom
« Reply #18 on: April 25, 2013, 10:02:01 PM »
Chandaar: Republic Capital

Surface: Ambaril

After a grueling day of battling it out with a rather stubborn judge, Kaytt Corinthos had managed to secure the transfer of Janessa Kain and Circe Prescott to a more isolated block of the prison. The judge had argued, much like he did during their arraignment, that no celebrity treatment would be given. Kaytt retorted that it is a matter of safety, not celebrity and cited multiple reports of attempts by other inmates to injure one of both her clients. If they were to be fit to stand trial, they needed to be separated. No special treatment, just another location. It seems prison is not fond of public figures, even if they had nothing to do with sending others here. The Republic prosecutor, also in chambers, was more interested in convictions than suspect placement preceding the trial so there were no objections. The judge signed off on the transfer and Janessa and Circe were pulled out of general rotation. Kaytt only hopes that will be enough to keep their mouths shut until she could find something she could use.

Although the Republic wants a speedy trial, their court dockets are overloaded with cases. Courts take even longer to decide things than the Senate. This widely known fact is in Kaytt?s favor. With Speaker Apteen?s credits to blow and a bit of time before trial begins, she plans a quick trip back home. There are people she must have a chat with. She needs a ride but is hesitant about travel companions. The RSB may be tailing her as Inspector Erbon had his suspicions about her too, suspicions Director Drakos no doubt shares. No, she needs something more personal.

With Estes still working on recovering the altered street cam photage, Kaytt returns home and wearily sinks into a steaming bath. She considers all aspects of the case. A good defense lawyer should focus solely on creating reasonable doubt. Circe has a sterling reputation within the Republic which alone should sway at least a few members of the jury. Janessa is professionally respected and somewhat feared but her reputation is questionable at best. Rumors of her sexual conquests have been discussed amongst some of the HoloNet?s more colorful commentators. The jury would have little sympathy for a opportunistic, social climbing whore which is exactly the kind of picture of prosecution will paint. Marring Circe would be more difficult but corruption and greed are always things the public likes to punish their leaders for. The Republic has a history of scandal, especially the larger it grows. If they phrase it just right, Circe will be framed as a once-noble diplomat gone bad. They have seen it many times before, a story as old as time. Power and wealth can corrupt even the most righteous.
Kaytt would have to counter with something pretty damn convincing.

*

The following morning, she responds to a visitation request from Circe Prescott.
 
?I take it your accommodations have improved.?

Circe seems considerably less traumatized, ?They have, thank you.?

?Is that why you wanted to see me??

?No,? Circe says. ?This case?could be dangerous for you. It would make you part of the supporting cast, as they liked to call it. People involved who sometimes became collateral.?

?Are you trying to scare me, counselor? It?s a bit late for that.?

?More of a warning to tread carefully. You concerned yourself with our safety. I?m concerned for yours and not just because of who the Gellar-Masterton?s are. The Jedi spoke of Sith involvement, something that would pose greater galactic risk.?

?The Sith? Are you sure??

Circe nods.

?There was a woman who attacked us while we were escaping from the caves on Korriban. She fought the Jedi Master. They believe it was she who killed him.?

Kaytt?s face darkens, ?Who is she??

?We don?t know. Not someone the Jedi recognized. She?s still out there, Kaytt. If this has anything to do with us, with the kidnapping of the children, then I am afraid something terrible may happen. If Dahlia was left with her then??

She trails off, glancing into the distance.

Kaytt snaps her fingers, startling Circe.

?Then what??

Circe?s eyes narrow, her voice suddenly very steady.

?Fallen into the wrong hands, that girl will destroy everything.?

Kaytt can almost feel a shadow cast over her soul. She does not like the ominous tone in which this is said but it holds a feeling of truth she simply cannot explain.

?I am going to see Celeste Masterton.?

?Why??

?Your brother works for her husband and they are both currently missing in action while you languish in a prison. She may know something. Her daughter was a Jedi and she herself is Force sensitive, from what I gather. It runs in that family.?

?It runs in many families,? Circe says evenly.

?So I gather. If the Jedi suspect the Force had some influence over Rutherford?s emotional state then Celeste can fill me in on how that?s even possible.?

?You can ask them.?

?The Jedi aren?t exactly taking callers.?

?No, at the Wheel.?

Kaytt laughs.

?That would not look favorable in the eyes of the court.?

?And jetting back into the Corporate Sector will? Janessa told me Inspector Erbon tried to link you to both of us in their speculation of motive. Your connection to the CSA is something the prosecution can use. People could be confused as to where your loyalties lie.?

?They lie with truth,? Kaytt says sharply.

?Then you will have to be forthcoming about it.?

?I?ve already filed my travel schedule. They know I?ll be talking to a wide variety of people, including members of the Direx Board and Espos agents. We need find those who can vouch for your character and convince the jury neither of you are capable of this. They may also be able to provide the alibi neither of you seem to be able to remember.?

?Have you arranged a transport??

?I?m working on it.?

?I have something you can use.?

?Something that has no possible relevance in the case against you??

?You can decide for yourself.?

*

Three hundred kilometers outside the limits of Ambaril, there is a small, private spaceport and storage facility. It is mainly used by Senator?s and other Republic officials to store their holiday and special occasion transports. After gaining the key card hidden carefully in Circe Prescott?s apartment, Kaytt follows the counselor?s directions far and away from the capital city.

Kaytt had alerted Estes to her endeavor and she hopes his clever ass is monitoring her activity via security cam now. She approaches the specified hangar and swipes the card. The light blinks from red to green before hissing open. Lights on sensors power up and she steps inside. Behold, what lies before her is exactly as Circe described it - A silver and pink plated, heavily modified J-Type 327 Naboo royal cruiser initially given to Princess Karen Winton on her sixteenth birthday. It was then used, a few years later, as part of Melanie Masterton and Castin Donn?s escape from Hesperidium shortly after the destruction of Coruscant. Several years after that, it was recovered from Arbra by Circe Prescott a month after Centerpoint Station imploded. It was kept here, in pristine condition, as some kind of memorial to what was lost.

She approaches slowly and disables the ships security with the codes she was given. Kaytt wanders up the ramp and into the cruiser. It is impressive, to say the least. The craftsmanship alone is exquisite and instantly recognizable as classic Marc Overus, the bar standard in interior design over a decade ago. Modern designers emulate his clean lines, restrained use of accent colors and penchant for understated luxury. She may be a partner at the leading Republic firm but she is also a woman of good taste.

Kaytt makes her way through the main cabin and into the cockpit. There are four chairs, each with a different letter in cursive woven seamlessly into the expensive fabric. From left to right ? G, W, M, P.

Gellar. Winton. Masterton. Patten.

How thoughtful.

She wonders what stories the walls of this ship could tell. The private drama to compliment their very public struggle. Circe had told her it just one of things she held on to; things she intended to give back to Celeste Masterton one day when she had finally let go of all that guilt. After meeting with her when the Gellar?s first came to Chandaar, Circe felt she was ready but never got the chance.

That is why she instructed Kaytt to enter her apartment, find the key to the ship and bring the box to Celeste.

The ship is registered with full diplomatic license and so she fires up the engines and programs the route to her destination. Once all systems have come online, Kaytt opens the hangar doors and guides the ship out and up into the sky. It would be only moments until she was in deep orbit right before the stars streak into hyperspace.

Something about the last words Circe spoke to her resonate.

?You think you want to know how deep it goes. Where all the lines trace back to. Brace yourself, Counselor Corinthos. You might not like what you find.?




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Re: Circle of Freedom
« Reply #19 on: May 03, 2013, 07:42:03 AM »
Chandaar: Republic Capital

Surface: Ambaril: Jedi Chamber

It was a grim meeting, but it would get grimmer still.

Korriban, and the rescue had been both a success and a failure.

Three of the four children were collected, the fourth, left behind.  But she was not just the fourth. She was also the oldest.  And the strongest in the Force.  And the one the jedi most feared.

Dahlia Winton.

There was a possibility, or so the council had understood, that Dahlia was not to be rescued - that perhaps her suffering a fate, even at the hands of those on Korriban, was better than allowing her to grow into an adult, one with the winton blood in her veins. The same power that Karen and Alexia had carried.  Such destruction could be wrought.  She was dangerous.

It hadn't been spoken with the others - the Gellars, the ambassador.  The mere suggestion that Dahlia wasn't worth saving had been met by stiff resistance from Mara Tacofer.  To her, the children were the children, and that meant all FOUR children.

The debate had ended.  The opportunity to be rid of Dahlia Winton, no longer on the table.

Only that was precisely what happened.  And now the jedi had bigger concerns.  That perhaps Dahlia was better off saved than in the hands of those that held her captive.

For those in the Korriban caves were not just primitives or force-less beings that had chosen the spot as a hideaway.  There were sith.  And in the hands of a sith, Dahlia Winton, if not utterly destroyed, or miraculously saved, would become a powerful, dangerous weapon.  The legacy of the Winton family scared many, and the last surviving Winton daughter, most of all.

As to the identity of those in the cave, there were the monsters, creatures of an unknown race.  But one had been recognized, and perhaps it was her connection to the jedi - or her contrast from one particular jedi - that made her both a fascination and a dreadful fear for the Council.

For now, though, they had to decide what to do next, and the jedi, for all their insight - and foresight - had very few answers.


Hyperspace

As Nevylinn looked away from the sleeping children - Gemma, so calm, and Dane, resentful, even for a ten year old - she looked out the window at the streaks of light, taking them to a new location, secure, safe.  But Nevylinn felt far from it.  She had not said anything to the other jedi, not until just before they parted ways and had certainly not said anything to Mara Tacofer or the Gellars.  But she knew the woman who had caused this, knew the one who had struck down Jedi Master Adin Corrin.  It was a woman who had once looked like her, and now, despite being the same age, had an appearance drastically different.

Her sister, Adubell.  She had not seen her twin in years.  Not since Adubell had run out to live a life of carefree indulgence.  She never guessed that her own flesh and blood would become the enemy.  Her greatest fear for her sister was finding her wasted away, a drug addict, an indigent, spent or dead on the streets of some world.  That was the direction she had been heading.  But Adubell was something different now.  Nevylinn hadn't seen the fight that ended Master Corrin's life, but she had seen her sister with the blade.  Adubell was a sith.

Nevylinn felt guilty for leaving the fight, leaving to let Master Corrin die at the hands of her sister, guilty for sharing blood with a murderer.  She wanted justice for her mentor and teacher, but even in her mind, the word seemed stale.  justice was such a high-handed word.  What Nevylinn wanted to do was confront her sister.

She couldn't imagine killing her - her closest childhood companion, the only family she knew - but she wanted to, HAD to find out what happened.

And pray that if justice called for her sister's death, she would have the strength to do what was required of her.  For herself, for the jedi, for the galaxy.

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Re: Circle of Freedom
« Reply #20 on: May 09, 2013, 09:48:14 PM »
Hyperspace

A subtle heat flushes the skin and Gemma Masterton?s ocean blue eyes flutter open to a world filled with tendrils of crimson and orange. Notes from a piano begin softly as she finds herself atop a narrow pedestal. There are three others, two on either side with Dane on the left and Riley on the right. The last rises before them with Dahlia looming in the shadows, backlit by the ever burning flames. She reaches out with a flash of emerald in her eyes and brings her fingers together in a fist. The shockwave seems to shatter the air itself, rippling past them to weaken the pillars upon which they stand. Helpless, Gemma cries out as she watches the pillar crumble beneath Dane. He begins to fall as the pillar beneath Riley caves as well. They fall away from her, painfully slow as they tumble into the flames below. Raising her eyes, she witnesses Dahlia grow and transform into a monster with many heads that hiss and snarl and shriek. A giant claw swipes the pillar out from under Gemma as the pedestal buckles forward, screaming as she pitches over the edge and into the flames.

*

Gemma bolts upright, panting, terrified. She flees reflexively to check on her brother and finds Dane in the cabin across the hall, backed against the wall, slowly shaking his head.

In the front of the shuttle, at the controls, the Jedi Nevylinn grips the seat tightly as dread fills every fiber of her being.

*

Across the galaxy, those sensitive to the Force simultaneously feel a fear so real they can almost taste it.

On this day, a destiny has been accepted.


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Re: Circle of Freedom
« Reply #21 on: May 25, 2013, 06:41:44 PM »
Naboo

There were many options Nevylinn had considered in taking the Gellar-Masterton children but Naboo seemed the most sensible and the most tranquil. By now, the children would be far too recognizable in Theed which is why the remote Lake Country was chosen as the perfect hiding place until things settled down. Having obtained the pass codes from a dazed Rutherford Gellar, Nevylinn lands the shuttle on the pad behind the Masterton Estate.



The expansive villa lay at the edge of a lake and was only accessible through the dense forests that sprawled for kilometers. Since it is a seasonal residence, it is not a place people would be monitoring closely. The Naboo are notoriously reclusive and the children have been through a trauma and need time to heal.

Dane is in a foul mood and scowls as he takes in the lush surroundings. He doesn?t understand why they can?t go home or even have remained on The Wheel with their father. Even at his age, he understands that the reason they were taken probably had more to do with their parents than with them. His anger over the situation is amplified by the fact that Dahlia is still a prisoner. For all they know, she could be dead by now. What burns him up is how everyone kept it from them like they didn?t have a right to know.

Gemma, on the other hand, is filled with joy and wonder. The entire place is breathtaking and she is enchanted. She clasps her hands together, blue eyes wide as she floats toward the villa.

?This is where we are staying? It?s so beautiful!?

?It belongs to your family,? Nevylinn tells them. ?More specifically, your mother. This is the Masterton Estate.?

Gemma and Dane both stop, turning around.

?How come we?ve never been here??

Nevylinn shrugs.

?Perhaps they felt it safer to keep you in the Corporate Sector.?

?A lot of good that did,? Dane grumbles. ?We?re not really safe anywhere apparently.?

?You will be safe with me.?

Dane scoffs, walking ahead of them.

?I doubt that.?

Gemma falls into step beside Nevylinn and takes her hand.

?Don?t worry; he?ll be okay once he cools down.?

?And what about you? How are you doing??

?I?m alright but I miss my parents?and Riley.?

?That is understandable,? Nevylinn says, smiling for the first time in what seems like weeks. There is something about Gemma Masterton that puts her completely at ease. These compassionate and mindful qualities are rare for someone her age. With a bit of training, Gemma would be able to do a great amount of good for a lot of people.

They walk down onto the back patio where Nevylinn punches the codes into the small access panel. The door unlocks and slides open. For a moment, she had wondered if they would even work given Rutherford?s condition at the time. She doubts he even remembers telling them. Inside, they wander through the massive open-air residence. The d?cor is classic to the region, rustic yet inviting, with large framed pictures hung throughout. She gets the children settled into rooms and heads down the hall when a particular picture stops her cold.

A young Melanie Masterton gazes out, head turned over her left shoulder, long blond curls spilling down her back. Nevylinn swallows hard, unable to look away or deny the uncanny similarities between her and Gemma. She remembers the first time she met Melanie when Master Corrin brought her to Yavin IV shortly after Coruscant was destroyed. Melanie had been greatly distraught as she had just escaped Hesperidium with the help of her morally ambiguous friends. After the Imperial authorities discovered her boyfriend at the time, Castin Donn was part of the Separatist faction believed to be responsible for undermining operations she was captured and jailed. Nevylinn was told Castin appealed to Karen Winton for help, a fact she recalls having trouble believing given the colorfully selfish history of the wayward royal. Yet the remaining three banded together and sprung Melanie before aiding in their escape. While Castin chose to fight the Imperial machine in his own way, a heartbroken Melanie arrived at the Massassi Temple with the Persephonea Prophecy to begin training. They had grown close in their time together as Nevylinn helped Melanie let go of her the friends she had struggled to protect. Melanie secretly confessed her fears she would not be able to save Valerie and Kimber from Karen or Karen from herself.

As fate would have it, none would be saved.

Nevylinn finally looks away from the painting, moving out into a courtyard overlooking the lake. It is there she meditates on the next course of action, calling on the Force to provide calm for Dane, an understanding for Gemma and strength for herself.


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Re: Circle of Freedom
« Reply #22 on: May 27, 2013, 12:56:21 PM »
Naboo

Surface: Lake Country: Masterton Villa

The following morning, Gemma wakes early. She bathes and slips into a simple white summery dress and sandals before wandering through the quiet residence. There is an ever present breeze that brings with it the scent of the flowers blooming on the grounds. She finds Dane in the kitchen, clad in shorts and a basic t-shirt, eating breakfast. He grumbles something as she passes.

"You don't have to be so hostile."

"You don't have to be so trusting."

Gemma tilts her head, "Trusting of who?"

"The Jedi."

"Be kind," she says. "She saved our lives."

"Did she? And what about Dahlia? You think she would agree?"

Gemma sighs, having had the same thoughts about their still captive sister. It's not like she had forgotten that Dahlia was still on Korriban but it was difficult for her to process. The motives of adults are not always something they can understand but she believes they have their reasons.

"They will rescue her too. I bet daddy is planning it right now."

"What if it's too late?"

"Don't think like that."

Dane smirks.

"Like what? A realist?"

"A pessimist. Not everything has to end badly."

"Oh," Dane says, zeroing in for the kill. "Tell that to Melanie."

Gemma's eyes widen slowly, mouth falling open. He is just being cruel, angry about the situation and lashing out. Their mother often spoke of being mindful of projecting feelings onto other people. She tries not to be upset but feels the tears welling up inside her.

Nevylinn appears in the doorway, having overheard their exchange.

"Alright, that's enough although I must say I am impressed with your vocabulary."

"Well," Gemma says, biting her lower lip. "We go to a really good school."

"I can tell. Learning does not have to stop at the classroom door. There are things I can teach you, if you will allow it."

Dane gets up and places his bowl roughly in the sink.

"Just because we had to come here with you doesn't mean you are the boss of us."

Nevylinn has to remind herself that despite their educational advantages, they are still children. Children that had been drugged, violently taken from their homes and held prisoner for nearly a month. There is bound to be emotional backlash and she would provide the space, time and training necessary to regain some sense of security.

"I am charged with your protection and know a thing or two that might keep you safe on your own. What you choose to accept is entirely up to you. No one is forcing you to do anything."

"And that's what this is really about...the Force. Being special and having powers. Not everyone cares about that stuff."

"Dane," Gemma says sharply. "You are being rude."

"I'm being honest since no one else seems to be. You girls do whatever you want but leave me alone!"

He storms out of the kitchen, leaving them stunned silent. His anger and resentment run deep. Gemma crumbles into Nevylinn's arms, crying softly. She takes her into the living room until the feelings pass. Finally, Gemma lifts her head and breathes in and out slowly under Nevylinn's guidance. In these moments she begins to learn how to calm the sometimes overwhelming tide of emotion. Once the apprehension subsides, Gemma stands and moves to the walls to look at the pictures but stops on one of the family. She points to the handsome man.

"Is that...?"

"Your mother's first husband, Henrick. He was a brilliant doctor from Bakura who met your mother when they studied at university together."

"How do you know that?"

Nevylinn smiles, "I trained with your sister, Melanie, remember?"

"What was she like?"

"Well, she was very talented and beautiful....but sad."

"Why was she sad?"

"She had a great deal of responsibility placed upon her, things she could not tell anyone. Not even her closest friends."

Gemma folds her hands together.

"The Four."

"That's right. You know of them?"

She nods, "After we got back from Chandaar, Dane and I did a little research on our families. The news channels had made such a fuss about it, about us, and we wanted to know why."

"I imagine you had questions. Did you ask either of your parents?"

"We never got the chance."

"Anything I can help with?"

Gemma considers this before raising her eyes to meet Nevylinn's.

"Is Dahlia really a Winton?"

Nevylinn pauses, never looking away.

"She is."

"So...we are the new Four? Dahlia, Riley, Dane and I?"

"Why would you think that?"

"We were told."

"By whom?"

"Them."

"All of them?"

"No," she says. "Just Melanie. Dane told me Valerie appeared to him and Kimber to Riley. We don't know about Dahlia because they kept us apart when we were in the dark place. Melanie told me that we have something the others did not. We have the knowledge of the past, what came before, and that would help us. I think our parents tried to keep who we are a secret so people would not try to hurt us. But how long can you keep something like that a secret? You can never not be who you are. That's what my mother always says. Someone was going to find out....and I guess they did."

Nevylinn takes Gemma's hands in her own.

"You are wise beyond your years, Gemma Masterton. And if you will let me, I can teach you to not be afraid."



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Re: Circle of Freedom
« Reply #23 on: May 28, 2013, 10:37:15 PM »
Naboo

Surface: Lake Country: Masterton Villa

In the following week, Nevylinn works with Gemma on the basic tenants of the Force. Some, she had already been exposed to from Celeste who explained how the Force permeated all living things. Nevylinn assists in first teaching her the peace meditation can bring and being more aware of ones surroundings. In this place, immersed in the natural beauty of Naboo, a powerful calm washes over them. Nevylinn utilizes the afternoon hours to begin training with Gemma in the forests behind the Villa. She is young and agile, adapting quickly and absorbing the Jedi's every word.

Dane refuses to have anything to do with training or teaching, barely speaking to either of them. Instead, he swims daily in the lake and holes up in his room playing video games on his portable consol.

At the end of a tiring but rewarding day, Gemma showers and spends some time reflecting in her room when the emergency com-link she had nearly forgotten about in her luggage begins to bleep loudly. She digs it out but pauses before answering it. They had not contacted anyone since coming here and it might be a trap. Still, the feelings she had been learning to listen to tells her to answer it.

"Hello?" she says meekly.

"Gemma?"

"Riley! I am so glad to hear your voice. Are you okay?"

"Not at all," he says, breathless. "Aunt Mara won't let me do anything. It took me this long to find a way to reach you."

"I am so glad you did. Is my father alright?"

"He's still out cold but I guess he's doing fine. That's what mister Prescott says."

"Are you still at The Wheel?"

"Yes. I hate it here. Aunt Mara and Mister Prescott want me to stay quiet and out of the way. I'm going crazy. How are you and Dane doing?"

"The Jedi is very nice," Gemma says. "She's teaching me things. Dane is just being a jerk. He doesn't like it here."

"Where are you?"

She glances over her shoulder, lowering her voice.

"Naboo. At my mother's villa."

"Sounds cozy."

"It's lovely. I wish you could see it. Are you going to be okay?"

"I have to get out of here," Riley says.

"And go where? Riley, the creatures that took us are still out there."

"I can't stay here, Gemma. I have to go."

"Wait, Riley!"

The com goes dead and Gemma finds herself staring at it. She sighs, placing it back in her things. She is worried about Riley, about her father, about Dane, about Dahlia. She worries because she cares for them but the Jedi Nevylinn spoke of not letting these worries interfere with what must be done. In order to move forward, she would have to learn the ways of the Jedi so that she could protect her family, friends and herself. This gives her a sense of purpose, a new song in her heart to sing as she dresses in the morning.

With Dahlia's fate still unclear, Gemma hopes Riley does not place himself in greater danger.


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Re: Circle of Freedom
« Reply #24 on: June 04, 2013, 04:55:56 PM »
Naboo

Surface: Lake Country: Masterton Villa

As the days pass, Gemma learns more from the Jedi Nevylinn. After a hearty breakfast they head out into the hills behind the villa to train. There are struggles on the part of the young Masterton as her feelings are conflicted. Nevylinn serves as the guide to verbalize those feelings and sort through them. Her conflict stems from concern but worry can lead to fear and fear to hatred. These are the ways of the dark side of the Force. Gemma has heard stories and does not want that for herself. She breaks down one afternoon and confesses that she had spoken to Riley on the emergency com-link, apologizing if she compromised their safety. Nevylinn senses her bond with the young boy is strong, despite their age and brevity of their time together.

"Tell me about Riley."

Gemma, through tear-streaked eyes, glances up.

"I've dreamed about him for as long as I can remember. He was always there with me. In my mind. I never knew his name until I saw him on Chandaar. But I knew he was important, that we were meant to find each other."

"What did you two do in these dreams?"

"Most of the time we were running away. We had to escape."

"From what?"

"The monster's we saw in the dark place. I dreamed about them too, coming for us. They called Riley the forth and first came for us in Ambaril when we were in the arcade. It tried to take me."

"It tried to take you in the middle of a crowded arcade?"

"It didn't look like that," Gemma says. "It looked like a Federation security officer. He said my mother was sick and that she asked for me. So I went with him. It wasn't until we were away from the others did it change into the monster."

"Changed?"

"Uh huh. It was terribly frightening. I was so scared. But the others knew something was wrong and confronted it in a corridor. Dahlia told us to leave and we did."

"And what happened?"

Gemma's breath is labored as she remembers the night Dahlia revealed the events of that afternoon.

"Dahlia destroyed it."

"By herself? How?"

"She doesn't remember but there was nothing left. The Federation officers found her unconscious. They said she must have fainted and we did not correct them. We didn't see the monsters again until you and daddy and the Jedi came for us in the dark place. They were everywhere. The whole time. We didn't know. We couldn't see anything in our cell. Only the mean woman spoke to us and brought us food. The woman who looked like Riley's aunt, like Valerie Gellar."

Nevylinn is surprised she has made this connection and treads carefully.

"You recognize her similarities to Valerie?"

She nods, "There is a large painting of her in daddy's study. We've seen that face our whole lives, learned about how much of a hero she was, how she gave up her life to save Corellia. And she's our half-niece...or something. She appeared to Dane in his dreams and told him the enemy would share her face. Melanie said the same thing to me, that the one who would come for us would have the face of a fallen friend. I tried to warn everybody but it was too late."

"So, you knew this was coming? From your dreams?"

"Yes."

Nevylinn considers this. Gemma had not only identified Riley as a key individual but foresaw her own kidnapping by a clone of Valerie Gellar. These visions may not have made sense at the time but they certainly do now. It is possible that Gemma is a Seer, someone who is predisposed to receive visions through the Force. From what Nevylinn knows, Queen Monica Greyson-Winton had also been the recipient of visions one of which led her husband to uncover the Persephonea Prophecy. Master Corrin said there were others, smaller, more abstract visions that provided Alexander Winton with information about specific pieces of the prophecy - namely, the five who were slated to die. All but two were already scheduled to enroll at North Coruscant High. Winton had recruited Reef Stratford from Mandalore on an athletic scholarship and bribed him into becoming a spy. An appeal was made to the now disgraced and deceased financial analyst, Ty Saunders, who then transferred his daughter D'Arcy into the elite prep school. The Queen knew much more than she thought she did which begs the question, what does Gemma know?

"Have you had any other dreams since the dark place?"

She hesitates, almost as if she can feel the flames against her skin.

"Just one. There was fire and we were on pedestals and Dahlia became a beast."

It's the phrasing not the imagery that sends a chill down Nevylinn's back. 

"Beast. What did it look like?"

"It had...four heads and horns."

"Anything else?"

Gemma hugs herself tightly, "There was something written on their foreheads."

"What was it?"

Her blue eyes are wide as she whispers.

"Our names."



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Re: Circle of Freedom
« Reply #25 on: June 06, 2013, 09:02:29 PM »
Naboo

Surface: Lake Country: Masterton Villa

Nevylinn is in deep thought as she wanders through the massive residence. There is a lot to consider. She was sent here to shield and protect them from forces that may wish them harm with a secondary goal to provide guidance and training for the emotionally compromised children. This is not without complications. Gemma's confession regarding the call from Riley was concerning at first, that is, until she inspected the device. It was issued by the Corporate Sector, most likely given to her and Dane by their father before they initially came to Chandaar. It is discreet in style and outfitted with a scrambler. If Gemma had revealed anything of significance, Riley is the only one who heard it. This only serves to calm one set of concerns about the Gellar-Masterton children.

Gemma's last dream bore strong similarities to the prophecy Melanie had in her possession when she first arrived on Yavin IV. The Jedi had been most concerned with translating it in it's entirety so they could plan ahead of the timeline to prevent it's fulfillment. However, it turns out they were not working with all the correct information. There were versions of the prophecy and no one knew then what version Alexander Winton had allowed to fall into Melanie's and, by extension, the Jedi's hands. It's translation read like scripture and was heavy on the symbolic context of The Four's role in galactic affairs. The Master and Beast were two powerful representations of key figures. Emperor Dementat was named early on but the Beast's identity was more cryptic. It does indicate the firstborn which the Jedi interpreted as Alexia Winton. There are descriptions of having four heads and horns upon which crowns were worn and on the foreheads of the Beast were the names of blasphemy. It was a curious phrase given what blasphemy means juxtaposed against the title of The Royal Four of The Force. The duality of terms struck the Jedi deeply. Alexia was to be known as the First Abomination followed by Karen as the second later in the prophecy. Gemma seeing Dahlia become this creature does not bode well in terms of foreshadowing. For all they know, the cycle could be starting all over again. If the Jedi are correct, Dahlia is the last Winton, heir to their considerable fortune, title, property and legacy. Not an easy thing to live up to for a teenager. It also casts doubt on a redemption for the Winton name if Dahlia is to follow in the Sith-laced footsteps of her elder siblings.

In the prophecy, each figure had a human touchstone. A counterpart to the darkness and the light, someone who may or may not be sensitive to the Force but does not wield it like the others. It is believed that Valerie Gellar was the touchstone to Karen Winton as Kimber Patten was to Melanie Masterton. If the same pattern is being applied to the present, Riley Patten would serve as Gemma's touchstone. And Dane would serve as Dahlia's.

This is the gravest of concerns as Dane may not even be aware of his role. The Federation Ambassador invoked the name of the prophecy when she came before the Council, spurring discussion that a new era was upon them. The future is difficult to see but hedging bets by mindfully taking measures against the variables could work in their favor. If each of The Four had appeared to their present-day counterparts, vital information may have been imparted. Gemma had gone over her interactions with Melanie's spirit and the warnings contained within - the villain with a familiar face and a mistrust of Dahlia's intentions. Melanie had revealed she always knew and feared the day when she and Karen would become enemies. It took years but the day finally came aboard the Centerpoint Station. No one knows what actually happened inside it as the stories released by the Corellian reporter end with their delegation moving to the station for protection. The irony and the agony of this saga is not lost on her. Nevylinn needs to know what Valerie told Dane but attempts to reach out to the boy have been met with open hostility. He is angry, resentful and rightfully so. Life for him at the moment would seem unfair to a spoiled eleven year old but he is allowing these emotions to control his behavior. She believes she can help him if he would only let her.

Nevylinn finds herself outside his room.

She would try again.


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Re: Circle of Freedom
« Reply #26 on: June 13, 2013, 02:30:10 PM »
Naboo

Surface: Lake Country: Masterton Villa

Dane Gellar had been less than forthcoming. All he admitted was what she already knew. Behind her, through the shadows, Valerie watched him closely as she pressed a finger to her pursed lips and he demanded Nevylinn leave his room. Clearly, Dane had no interest in pursuing any potential he might have in the Force. And that was not surprising. If she was correct, Dane Gellar was not one of the "gifted" in this new reality they found themselves in. He is a Touchstone. All Dane could do is repeat the words only he could hear as Valerie leered and said.

"Secrets always make friends."

Out in the hills behind the villa, Gemma glances upward as she leaps from the ground to a thick branch high in a tree. Nevylinn smiles at the progress. Gemma Masterton is attentive and bright, listening and following the Jedi's careful instructions. The best part is that, unlike most Jedi Hopeful's, Gemma did not rush ahead or attempt to extend herself too far. She executes the task and awaits Nevylinn's cues. She shows a patience uncommon in her age-group and while she may be a bit old to begin the training, Gemma Masterton would need to know a thing of two because of who she is. As long as she lives, she will be a target. They all will. From the Corporate Sector who could exploit them for profit, from the Republic who may fear them, from the Empire who may want to use them, or from Dahlia as the Jedi anticipate.

Nevylinn sends her off on the training course they mapped out to test her agility and hone her reflexes.

Gemma sprints off, front-flipping off an overturned trunk before dashing left deeper into the foliage. She loves the feeling of being connected to her surroundings. This mornings meditation left her craving the assignments the Jedi tasked her with completing. Gemma has learned to quiet her mind and focus. There are times when her worry will creep into the peripheral but she pushes it aside. She vaults over an outcropping of rocks, limber and athletic from a childhood spent in dance classes. Her mind wanders to a frigid room where she and Alka twirl around one another in pointe shoes. In this moment, her foot snags a root and she falls, tumbling through the soft moss. Her cheeks and arms are scraped up and she winces, trying desperately not to cry when she hears a voice.

"You can care about them but you cannot let them control you."

A milky blue image of a woman in flowing white robes appears between two shrubs.

"Melanie..."

"Hello, sister. I am pleased to see you making the most of your situation. This is a magical place."

"It's beautiful," Gemma says, standing. "Wait, how can I see you? I'm not dreaming am I?"

"No, you are wide awake. We are bound to one another through the Force."

"What did you mean before? Who's them?"

"Your friends," Melanie replies as she moves closer. "It is possible to love and care for others without allowing the corresponding emotions to distract you. I made that mistake more than once. It was Nevylinn who helped me let go of things which cannot be controlled. Being one of The Four can be the most dangerous of games and you must  be careful of whom you allow to occupy your mind. Life is full of colorful disruptions and the powerful allure of status and wealth only serve to keep you off balance and unaware of the larger threats that surround you."

"What threats?"

"To your safety and that of the others. You will find you mean a great deal of different things to a great many people. They say the past is doomed to be repeated if it is forgotten but you have the knowledge we did not. You have the human resources that link you to events whose significance will be seen only now. In the present. A circle within a circle. You have seen this for yourself."

The pieces return to Gemma slowly.

The future, under the cover of night, the teenage versions of her and Riley enter burned down rubble, descending a set of stone steps into a tomb, four names written in sequence, over and over in a large circle within which a new set of names were inscribed.

"I remember."

"That place," Melanie says. "Is not far from here."

"On Naboo."

She nods.

"Somehow...I've always known it was here."

"Be wary, young Gemma. It is filled with the dark side of the Force. It is there you will first confront real evil."

Even though she is frightened, the curiosity is stronger still.

"How do I get there?"

Melanie stares into the distance.

"Nevylinn will show you the way."



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Re: Circle of Freedom
« Reply #27 on: June 20, 2013, 02:38:26 PM »
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Chandaar: Republic Capital

Surface: Ambaril

Janessa Kain sits alone in her cell, spending the day doing what she had been doing for most days since her arrest - waiting to find out what was going to happen, trying to hear what she could of her case.

Her day of nothing was interrupted by the soft buzz of the door, and she stood as in stepped the prosecutor - or rather, one of the prosecutors - along with two security guards.

"Ms. Kain"

"Counselor - I'm pretty sure you aren't allowed to speak to me without my attorney present"
"That is true Ms. Kain, but unfortunately, I have been unable to reach your attorney.  Furthermore, I think your attorney has a conflict of interest in this case"
"We've already discussed that with her, it's a non issue"
"Not anymore.  That's what I'm here for.  I'm here to make you a plea offer."

Janessa was about to speak, but the prosecutor raised a hand.

"Don't speak - your attorney isn't here.  But I want you to hear what the offer is from me rather than from her.  The government is prepared to significantly reduce the charges against you.  You can plea to involuntary manslaughter, and we'll drop the other charges - and we won't be asking for much jail time.  With credit for time served, you might even walk free on the day you plea"

It was a good offer - too good in fact, and Janessa knew it.

"What's the catch?"

"For you to accept this offer, you have to cooperate in the case against Circe Prescott.  You must help us collect information, tell us what you know, and most importantly, testify against Circe Prescott.  You do that, your problems will go away"
"I can't do that!, I-"

The prosecutor cut her off yet again.

"Just think about it.  And I suggest you get a new attorney.  Anyone worth their salt will tell you to take this offer.  Besides, I am filing a motion to have Miss Corinthos disqualified from participating in this case.  Think about the offer.  We know where to find you"

Janessa was speechless as the prosecutor and officers left , the door clicking closed, leaving her again to her loneliness.

At about the same time, Kyatt Corinthos received both documents, via holo-link: the plea offer for Janessa Kain, and the Motion to have her disqualified from the trial, with a hearing scheduled in just a few days on the motion.

Apparently, while she was away, the government was busy, busy, busy.

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Re: Circle of Freedom
« Reply #28 on: June 20, 2013, 08:50:13 PM »
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As soon as she lands the cruiser, Kaytt Corinthos takes a speeder back into Ambaril and storms straight for the Senate Hall. The documents she received were more than just a little surprising. A plea deal for a murder? If they had Janessa as dead to rights as the RSB claims, there is no way they would offer her such a light sentence. And the public wouldn't stand for it. The death of a decorated Inspector at the alleged hands of a Corporate Sector liaison is not something the community would take lightly, nor does she suspect it to be something Director Laird Drakos would tolerate. His kind of brass would want justice in full. He had made such a big show about the genetic evidence in the prosecutions favor.

The only cause Kaytt can think of for such an about-face is that they believe Circe Prescott is the bigger fish here. They generally ask petty thugs to roll over on their superiors and essentially climb the criminal chain to the boss. What do they think Circe knows? From their conversations, it isn't much.

To ask for her dismissal is what really burns her up. Everything she has done falls under her proposed defense and discovery. Once she'd managed to break up the charges between Janessa and Circe, she had made the rounds within Chandaar regarding the Counselor. The trip to the Corporate Sector was to (mostly) find out whether or not the Direx Board and Espos had any suspicion or knowledge of Janessa's alleged crimes. What she found on both counts was nothing short of stellar recommendations and accolades at least in terms of reputation. Granted, her theories led her elsewhere but it's not something she has gone on record to state. The photage provided by Estes proves Janessa's guilt but would cast significant doubt on a jury if she suggested the figure who approached her manipulated her into committing the murder. The behaviors alone are drastically different and she could have expert psychologists in her corner to dissect it. Kaytt isn't even sure there is precedent for a not guilty plea by reason of mental defect on grounds of Force involvement.

It's new and frightening territory.

There is also the giant hole in Circe's defense. They have signatures and account transfers but no vid showing the same mysterious figure. She has Estes retracing the Counselor's steps for the past decade which, she imagines, is no small task. She had him begin with her departure from Corellia just before the Centerpoint battle and work forward in time. If these transfers had been ongoing, surely there was a point at which a first step was made. She just needs Estes to find it.

It's clear the prosecution had been quite busy during her trip and perhaps Speaker Apteen could shed some light on the current situation. She finds her way into the Senate Hall as discreetly as possible and approaches the restricted area reception desk. The secretary glances up and smiles politely. She identifies herself and asks if the Speaker is available. Kaytt is told he is not. She leaves her name and asks that he call her at his earliest convenience on her com.

Kaytt then heads home to shower and change into something with a bit more professional impact.

Then she waits.


-TBC
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Re: Circle of Freedom
« Reply #29 on: June 22, 2013, 06:16:33 PM »
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Surface: Lake Country

Nevylinn and Gemma trek through the wooded hills behind the villa and down into a grassy valley. Gemma hums softly at first but the melodic tune soon grows into a beautiful song that is carried through the winds. The birds and insects seem affected by the sounds of her voice and swirl in rhythmic formations. Nevylinn is amazed by the gravity and range of the notes. It is uncommon for someone so young to have that kind of control. Garron Prescott had mentioned something aboard the shuttle back from Korriban, lost to her at the time as she grieved over Master Corrin. He had said that Gemma was born with a song in her heart and the unique ability to use her voice for comfort and peace. The melody has a strange effect on Nevylinn as well and she can feel any apprehension physically leave her body. As the song ends, her voice echoing into the distance, Nevylinn finds herself smiling.

"That was beautiful, Gemma."

"Thanks," she says, running her fingers along the tall blades of grass swaying in the breeze.

"Are you afraid?"

"A little. Melanie spoke of this place being full of the dark side."

"That's right."

She pauses then asks, "Is the dark side stronger?"

"The Sith would like to think so," Nevylinn says. "But they only use the Force in a different way."

"Which way is that?"

"For power and personal gain. Where the Jedi use the Force for defense and protection, the Sith wield it for offensive and selfish means. To give into ones deepest desires is to risk losing oneself to them completely. We must temper what we feel with rationality and fact."

"Is that what Melanie did?"

Nevylinn reflects on their first conversations within the temple. The simple way she had arranged her room compared to the lavish decorations Melanie had unpacked. Creature comforts to remind her of home. Nevylinn wasn't sure she would get along with someone so worldly, so attached to the material but once she heard the struggle behind it all it was clear that the beautiful surface of Melanie Masterton was not what it appeared to be.

"Melanie was born into a life of privilege and it was very difficult to give that up. She did so because she knew she was part of something bigger and more important than herself. To let go of what she knew helped her grow into the Jedi she became. She cared very deeply for those around her and gave her life trying to save them."

Gemma stops, turning quickly as her golden curls are caught in the air.

"But they weren't saved."

"Unfortunately not. Well, not all of them. The person deemed most important in that saga was spared although I am uncertain as to if Melanie knew this in the end."

"Riley," she says. "Riley was saved."

"He is the son of Kimber Patten."

"The forth."

"Yes."

They continue on in silence until entering another wooded thicket that slopes down a hillside. The air around them suddenly changes, become denser somehow, cool. Gemma shivers. Nevylinn glances behind them.

"Stay close. It is not far now."

The foliage is thicker and must be navigated more carefully. Nevylinn leads the way, following the dark presence that beckons from beyond the forest. Once they enter the clearing and pass two large stone columns, they spot their destination. What used to be the sprawling Greyson Villa is now blackened rubble. The walkways leading to the central structure are uneven or missing entirely. The main part of the house seems to be have blown apart from within, sections of broken stone and tile fanning out in every direction. Overturned columns lay cracked and broken beside a mangled patio set. They pass an emptied pool filled with sludge and debris. Roots and vines have clawed their way out of the forests to grip and strangle everything. Nevylinn pauses, scanning the area. She does not feel anyone here aside from the two of them but the evil emanating from the rubble is nearly oppressive. Gemma moves away from her, almost instinctively. She is drawn by the memory from her dream.

"This way."

Nevylinn trails her cautiously until Gemma stops in front of crumbling stone slab.

"It's behind here."

"What is?"

"The way inside."

She moves aside as Nevylinn closes her eyes to focus on the slab, lifting it up and away. Gemma watches in amazement. Behind the slab is a dark opening within what looks like the remnants of a fireplace hearth. A few gray steps are visible in this light but beyond that, only blackness. Nevylinn detaches and ignites her saber.

"Stay behind me."

Gemma fights back her fear and follows.


-TBC
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