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Re: CC: Corporate Greed
« Reply #30 on: August 28, 2013, 06:36:56 PM »
Corporate Sector

Etti IV: Surface: Mondder

The Direx Board announcement of Gellar's release by the Empire and return to the CSA had been met with surprise and suspicion. There was no mention of his missing children although some reporters had attempted to ask. Iver Aguilar did not open the forum to such questions as he, like everyone else, did not have answers to give them. With the trial set to begin on Chandaar against Republic Counselor Prescott and Sector liaison Kain, there has been no clear interpretation of exactly what happened and just who is the responsible party. Some previously felt Gellar himself played a role in the matter and left the Counselor to take the fall. Stranger still is that her brother, Garron Prescott, who was also a possible suspect, did not return with his employer. This leaves the media to speculate he might still be on the Wheel or, worse, slain in the Imperial attack.

While the negotiations with the Empire had gone smoothly, some within the Board were reluctant to believe they simply stumbled upon a wounded Gellar being held captive inside the Wheel. Despite their disdain for his tactics and past choices, the Empire was notoriously less trustworthy than Gellar. Assurances were made by the Imperial liaison, Vex Sienna, that the Empire had been just as surprised to discover Gellar there as the Direx Board was after hearing about it. This would imply the bad blood between the Federation and Sector had taken a turn for the worst. Now it seems the Board was divided in their opinions on whether Gellar himself assisted in orchestrating the kidnapping or that the Federation Ambassador had turned out to be as treacherous as he had claimed and, once discovered, meant to dispose of Gellar. This is the picture Sienna paints for them, framing the Empire as the hero's who returned a valuable member of their corporate society to them. Sienna stated that Gellar was unconcious and appeared to have been for some time. The Empire, nor Gellar, could state with any certainty that the missing Gellar-Masterton children were ever on the Wheel. They claim to have seen nothing that would indicate it, a claim Vex Sienna finds himself conflicted over.

He had not disputed this, of course. He had executed his tasks and negotiated the terms flawlessly. Everyone wins. But in his heart, he wonders if Schrag had found the children, would he have returned them or held them as future leverage given who they are? Those names mean something to a lot of people, not all of it good. They may still have enemies, as Lady Masterton believes which is why she kept them so close throughout their childhood. A lot of good that did in the end. Yet his patience and dedication had paid off, as Irulan Reeves had scheduled as meeting with Rutherford Gellar at his earliest convenience.

*

D'ian System: Surface: Gellar Estate

Heeding Kylie Miranda's warning, Rutherford had gone to bed prepared for the morning onslaught from Celeste. And, given his confessions, she has every right to be upset. He had recovered two, left one but lost them all. Scattered to the winds. He had no idea where his children are and that alone is punishment enough. It serves as a chilling parallel to his past mistakes with Abra, Blair and Valerie. Abra had been such a warm, caring individual who grew more callous as the year wore on. The corporate politics, vicious gossip and incessant maintaining of appearances can make even the most hardened individual weary and weak. In Abra's case, it made her sick. The cancer had been discovered early and she was treated at the finest medical center in Mondder. Her fighting spirit and positive outlook kept the illness at bay.

Blair's untimely pregnancy and the machinations of Alexander Winton put a strain on their marriage. Rutherford had their livelihood to consider, their status and wealth. Abra didn't care. She was outraged that a respected Corellain Major, nearly nine years Blair's senior, had conducted an extramarital affair with their teenage daughter. She had accompanied Rutherford to Corellia for several business meetings with clients as she wanted to explore Coronet. It was through a tour of CorSec that she was first introduced to Kyri Patten, only in passing, but it was enough of a spark to start a wildfire of forbidden lust. Blair was always tenacious and stubborn but the affair went too far. It had potential to be messy and destroy business relationships on many fronts. Rutherford could not allow that. He put his company before his family, trading the infant Valerie to Alexander in exchange for his assistance in the cover up, continued sterling corporate reputation and the profitability that came with it. Abra gave up on fighting the disease ravaging her body and perished. Blair, furious and overwhelmed with grief, leaped off the Gellar Tower.

It was a powerful point to be made, one Rutherford did not care to repeat. So he would level with Celeste about all that has transpired and hope his continued motivation to recover them all would, in time, warrant her forgiveness.

Downstairs, Kylie Miranda is coordinating the breakfast for Lord and Lady that would begin shortly. She busies herself in the kitchen while trying not to think of the inevitable screaming match that would transpire between them. Would love prevail over anger? She hopes so. The bleeping console stirs her from the quandary. She taps the device and opens the channel.

"Gellar Residence."

"Kylie," a breathless voice says. "It's me."

"Garron! Where are you? Are you alright?"

"I'm fine, for now. We're on Corellia."

"We?"

He pauses.

"Me and a few others who managed to escape the Imperial attack. I don't have much time right now but I wanted to speak with Lady Masterton. Is she available?"

"She hasn't been down yet. Lord Gellar arrived home last night and I suspect there are words to be had."

"Lord Gellar? He's there?!"

"Well, yes. The Empire claims the Federation had him captive aboard the Wheel which, now that I think about it, makes no sense. You told me Lord Gellar and the children were safe there, that the Federation Ambassador and the Jedi had helped you find them."

Garron's tone shifts.

"We were not prisoners, Kylie. The Jedi led us to the children and Ambassador Tacofer was instrumental in keeping them safe until further arrangements could be made."

"What arrangements?"

"With Lord Gellar's injuries, it was decided that the children would be safer apart. One of the Jedi took Dane and Gemma while I remained behind with Lord Gellar, the Ambassador and her nephew."

Kylie frowns, "Her nephew?"

"Yes, he was kidnapped from Chandaar but that detail was not released to the press."

"But she made statements before the Senate, damaging statements that defamed Lord Gellar and the family."

"I don't have time to explain it all right now but that was not her."

"I trust you will fill me in later. The most important thing is that you and Lord Gellar are safe. Now, what about the children? There have been rumors throughout the Holo that Dane is on Corellia as well. Is this true?"

"It is," Garron says. "He left the the Jedi and Gemma and came to find himself through the Gellar's connection to Corellia. Strangely enough, the Ambassador's nephew made it off the Wheel as it was being attacked and came to Corellia as well."

Kylie smiles, "Lucky break. So, Gemma is still with the Jedi."

"That's right."

"And Dahlia?"

"She was never recovered during our mission. We were only able to extract Dane, Gemma and Riley."

"What? Garron, no..."

"Kylie, listen to me. It was not for lack of trying. We were attacked by the Sith and creatures more horrifying than I can describe to you in words. There was no way to get to her. Several Jedi were slain and Lord Gellar was shot during the escape. We barely made it out alive and had every intentions of regrouping and returning for Dahlia but, as you can see, that is not how things played out. The Imperial attack was some kind of retaliation for selling goods to the Republic. I was trying to get Lord Gellar out but we were separated, the Ambassador's nephew lost in the chaos. They must have discovered him on the way to the shuttle bay and I am relieved to know they had the good sense to keep him unharmed. I wanted Lady Masterton to know that once we have the opportunity, we will return for Dahlia with greater numbers."

"I believe you," she whispers, stunned by the tale.

Garron and Kylie have worked along side each other for over a decade. She was hired as an au pair and assistant to Lady Masterton once the twins were born but Garron had already been working with Lord Gellar on Mondder. Once he was officially hired on, he came to the Gellar Estate full time. He and Kylie grew close but had always maintained a platonic and professional relationship. Since Circe never ventured in to the Corporate Sector, he came to view her as a sibling much the way Lord Gellar and Lady Masterton had come to view them as members of the family. They are trusted confidante's and keepers of the peace. He knows how Kylie worries which is why he had made sure to keep her in the loop so that she could effectively handle the outrage and concern from Lady Masterton.

"I have to go but I'll be sure to call soon."

"Thank you for letting me know," Kylie says. "And for goodness sake be careful."

"You too."

The line fades and Kylie taps off, glancing up and staring through the vast windows out into the rolling meadows beyond. Everyone accounted for save for Dahlia. That poor girl. She can't imagine what she must be thinking or going through right now. Her mind wanders from Dahlia to Dane and Gemma then back to Garron's words. They were not prisoners. The Empire lied about that or made that assumption based on what they saw. Either way, would Vex not have known? Lady Masterton had been too upset by her conversation with Iver Aguilar that she had not disclosed the details of their exchange, only that Lord Gellar was coming home. What else did they find aboard that station?

Kylie thinks perhaps it is time to ask.



-TBC
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Re: CC: Corporate Greed
« Reply #31 on: September 04, 2013, 01:13:22 PM »
Corporate Sector

D'ian System: Surface: Gellar Estate

Lord Rutherford Gellar and Lady Celeste Masterton sit across a massive table from one another over breakfast. There is relative silence in the cavernous room as droids bustle about, setting and clearing as they go. There is very little left to say. Earlier, she had confronted her husband about not returning with their children and he, riddled with guilt, confessed the details of their mission and his failures within it. It had been a straightforward conversation, lacking in any pretense or posturing. Rutherford has never seen such scorn in her vivid blue eyes before and, despite his apologies and assurances that he would right the wrongs, she is not so easily swayed. They finish breakfast and he packs a bag before heading to his personal shuttle.

It is decided that, for now, it would be best if he remained in the residence atop the Gellar Tower on Mondder.

Later, Kylie finds Celeste crying alone in her bedroom and offers comfort. She explains that she had spoken with Garron and how Lord Gellar's injuries followed by the Imperial attack thwarted their efforts to return for Dahlia. It is not that Celeste does not understand, it's that she feels it should never have happened in the first place. They had fought so hard to keep the children safe and hidden from the public eye. Rutherford had been adamant about the vaccine then larger and more heavily armed security details. They were monitored endlessly throughout their childhood, kept under lock and key, away from any traces or remnants of the prophecy and it's malicious intent. The Chandaar assignment changed everything. The children had been slowly weaned off the vaccine and security details decreased to more reasonable levels. Rutherford's request and her acceptance is what started this whole thing. Their presence in the Republic capital coupled with the Centerpoint anniversary put them directly in the media cross hairs. It drew attention far and wide. Celeste is furious with Rutherford but it as much her own fault as it is his. After all, she could do nothing as Dahlia was dragged away from the steps of their own home.

They are not alone in their responsibility. Celeste's rage is also directed at Mara Tacofer. The Ambassador has her own share of secrets, it seems, and those were enough to make her and the boy in her care targets right along with the Gellar-Masterton children. It was a recipe for disaster from the start. She does not know what made her think otherwise and by the time she had managed to make it back to the Sector with the children, it was too late. Everything was already in motion. Always in motion, always something in the darkness stirring, plotting.

Celeste had spent her entire life trying to protect herself from this exact situation but there is no relationship solid enough, no home safe enough, no planet far enough away to escape the reality of who they are and what that means.

*

Etti IV: Mondder

Rutherford arrives in the late afternoon, landing on the executive platform of the Gellar Tower. Irulan Reeves is waiting for him as he comes down the ramp. She looks relieved but saddened when she sees him holding the bag. Knowing it is not her place to discuss his personal affairs, she falls into step beside him and brings him up to speed on the happenings of ChemiX, the break in at the lab, the stolen genetic material, the Imperial shares, and an important meeting with the liaison in the morning.


-TBC
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Re: CC: Corporate Greed
« Reply #32 on: September 05, 2013, 11:28:37 PM »
Corporate Sector

Etti IV: Surface: Mondder

The morning brings a harsh light of reality.

Rutherford wakes in the penthouse above the Gellar Tower, groaning as he drags himself out of bed and into the refresher. He had tried calling Garron late last night but his com was off. The reports on the Holo indicate there had been heavy Federation losses but the Wheel itself had made the jump into hyperspace. Location unknown. Kylie Miranda mentioned on his way out of the Gellar Estate that Garron had escaped and was on Corellia. This was a great source of relief to him considering that is where they say Dane had gone. He wanted to make sure his son was alright. Kylie also mentioned that Gemma was with one of the Jedi, safe and secluded. She explained, as she hurried with him out the door, that his injuries had forced Mara and Garron to make a command decision to split up the children. He is thankful that they were keeping their best interests in mind while he was incapacitated. Corellia is heavily defended and the Gellar name would ensure his safety. The Jedi keeping Gemma hidden away is a smart move.

His thoughts drift to Dahlia and her screams as they fled the caves on Korriban. He has replayed that scene over and over in his mind, trying to rationalize a way they could have made it to her and still escaped. There were so many creatures, so much happening at once. There was also the feeling of helplessness that had destabilized him before they even arrived. He cannot explain where it came from or why he felt such despair. He is not one to shy away from conflict, especially when it came to his kids. But those days leading up the rescue were nothing but a haze of sadness and internal conflict. When he awoke aboard the Imperial cruiser, he felt normal again if not for the cravings for the sedatives he was told he had been kept on. They also told him he was a prisoner they had rescued but give his prior situation, he was not in a position to argue. He does not remember arriving on the Wheel but he knows he got on that shuttle with two of his children voluntarily. He was not a prisoner but will allow the Empire their allusions for now.

Rutherford dresses in a tailored black suit with a crisp white shirt beneath. As he fastens cuff links, he takes in his own reflection. He appears more rested now, relaxed. The benefits of being in an induced coma he supposes. He tries to keep the conversation with Celeste in perspective. She has every right to be cross with him. No one is more furious with the situation than he is. Even now he has to fight to urge to coordinate a team of specialized Espos and storm back to Korriban and rescue Dahlia. But he knows better. Whoever they are, whoever took them, is expecting him to act rashly and impulsively. He could not afford to make another mistake. He needs to focus on what is right in front of him, what he can control.

Downstairs, he greets his assistant and heads into his office. The information relayed to him by Irulan was more than just a little disturbing. The murder of one of their lab techs, the stolen genetic material, causes a cold shiver to run up his spine. At his desk, Rutherford logs into the network, pulling up the files on his family. Of the information on file, only two tested positive for the enzyme Mara Tacofer mentioned. The names pour across his screen.

Rutherford Gellar: negative
Abra Gellar (nee Atrii): negative
Blair Gellar: negative
Valerie Gellar: positive
Celeste Gellar (nee Masterton): negative
Dahlia Greyson: negative 
Gemma Masterton: negative
Dane Gellar: positive

These results do not have any common threads aside from the lineage. It does not follow a pattern they can clearly see. Biologically, Dane is Blair's half-brother, making him Valerie's half-uncle. If Rutherford does not have the enzyme and neither does the mother of any of his children, where did it come from? He would have to dig further back into the Gellar's past. He recalls the very tense conversations with the Ambassador on Chandaar. She had collected the information amassed by Alexander Winton, including the fact that Valerie's genetic material had been used to create the monstrosity that murdered her. It also served as his template to attempt eternal life. If Valerie and Dane are the only two who share the enzyme, this could be both useful and potentially fatal if agents of Winton's vision still exist throughout the galaxy as Celeste had feared. That is why Alexander wanted Valerie in the first place. He didn't care about her future role as much as he did for what flowed through her veins. He needed her in a place that would grant him unlimited access to the enzyme under the guise of routine medical testing. These agents may have known about Valerie but how did they know about Dane? He reaches for the com to try and contact Ambassador Tacofer when it bleeps at him. Startled, he opens the com.

"Yes?"

"Mister Gellar," his assistant says. "Your appointment is here."

"Send him in."

He stands as the door to his office hisses open and an impossibly handsome man steps inside, approaching the desk confidently. He is well dressed if not a bit swarthy but such things are to be expected from an Imperial. The man extends a hand which Rutherford shakes.

"Rutherford Gellar, it's a pleasure to finally meet you, sir. I am Vex Sienna."


-TBC
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Re: CC: Corporate Greed
« Reply #33 on: September 15, 2013, 12:57:46 PM »
Corporate Sector

Etti IV: Surface: Mondder

Rutherford motions to one of two chairs in front of his desk, black, sleek and designed to be vaguely uncomfortable. Perfect for minions or clients to ensure no one stays too terribly long. The Imperial sits and Rutherford leans back into his own, plush chair.

"Vex Sienna. Interesting name given that vex, by definition, means 'to annoy.'"

"My parents had quite the sense of humor."

"So it would appear. What can I do for you today, mister Sienna?"

Vex smiles, "I just came by the meet you in person. Something I had intended to do some time ago but there were...obvious setbacks in that department. I thought your return to the Sector would be an appropriate time."

"My return."

"I trust you were treated well aboard the Emperor's ship."

"Well enough," Rutherford says. "Although there was some confusion surrounding the fact that I was not a prisoner aboard the Wheel as some have claimed."

"Not...a prisoner? I was told..."

"That they found me. Yes, that part is true but I was not held there against my will. The Federation and I were working together."

Vex arches a brow, "Not anymore. In fact, they aren't working with anyone."

"And that," he says, standing and walking to the wet bar. "Deserves a toast."

Despite his common interests with the Ambassador, the Federation as a whole posed a threat to their contracts. The Imperial assault effectively took them out of the game, rendering them harmless from a competitive viewpoint. What once seemed like a hopeless loss of market shares now shows contracts they have no ability to fulfill. The Corporate Sector is here to help the Republic. And themselves, of course. He may not trust the Empire but they released him unharmed and did the entire CSA a solid. He tosses two cubes of ice into a rocks glass and pours an aged whiskey over it before extending it to Vex. They raise glasses together.

"To the end of the Federation."

Vex nods, sipping the drink.

"Excellent vintage. I hope this means we have found our way into your favor."

"You are a valuable client," Rutherford says. "And a client always has favor."

"Spoken like a true titan."

"I've had some practice in this area. However, I am interested to know the details surrounding the Empire's interest in my company."

"Our interest displeases you?"

"I suppose that all depends on the type of interest."

Vex sets the glass down and turns around, taking in the spectacular views from atop the Gellar tower.

"ChemiX has produced some of the most visionary products of the times. The Force vaccine, of course. Avirah, the anti-dementia drug, helped a considerable portion of the aging population. Most recently, Capra, the painkiller to end all others. While I've never been prescribed it personally, I hear it is so acute that it can manage almost any type of pain, depending on the dosage. The release alone put three rival companies out of business."

"Well, in a position for us to acquire them. The penalty for lack of innovation within the Sector is death, so to speak."

"Which is why we find ChemiX so fascinating. You've had your share of up's and down's over the years but always managed to come out on top and far ahead of the rest of the pack. Even with the recent setbacks over these nonsense allegations, the company has rebounded nicely. Miss Reeves is an excellent second in command."

"Irulan is a trusted business associate and brilliant scientific mind."

"Thus our interest. Together you make a profitable team. We want to ensure your continued success as well as remain a preferred client."

"Of course you do and my safe return was the easiest way to secure it."

"The Emperor can be both savvy and shrewd when it comes to business."

"I know," Rutherford says, returning to his desk. "We had the pleasure of speaking while I was a guest aboard his command ship. That also begs the questions of your presence here, considering our ties."

Vex turns, "Ties?"

Rutherford narrows his dark gaze.

"You mean which ones? Allow me to clarify. To start, you were a class above my granddaughter at North Coruscant. You were the varsity Chin-Bret captain of the Crusaders, dated a cheerleader who was abducted and later found dead before entering the Imperial Academy on Carida where you trained alongside a sociopath before she left to murder scores of people back on Coruscant including several of your former classmates. How am I doing so far?"

Vex's jaw tightens. 

"Or how about the fact that you have been romantically linked with Kylie Miranda, an associate at my estate, for at least the past ten months. Regardless of my presence here or on D'ian, I have a vast network of sources keeping tabs on my affairs. I know that you took a specific interest in three companies on the Direx Board, no doubt under orders from the Emperor himself that would secure any and all future expansion needs - weapons, droids, medicine. Not a bad plan, given the brutality of the Imperial assault on the Trade Federation. It is sure to give the Republic considerable pause and send them scrambling to reevaluate and tie up the Senate with possible courses of action for months while you test their vulnerabilities. My hope is that you are smart enough not to use your connections to my past to jeopardize or harm my family or my company. This includes miss Miranda. She is a grown woman capable of making her own decisions but if you hurt her, I will take it personally and return the favor. Is this in any way unclear, mister Sienna?"

He swallows hard but nods.

"Yes, mister Gellar. I understand completely."

"Good," Rutherford says with a tight smile. "Now, if you will excuse me, I have a considerable amount to catch up on."

Vex stands, shakes his hand again and departs the office quickly, leaving Rutherford with his research into the past. He would begin with the Gellar lineage and work backwards. The enzyme must have an origin. Was Alexander Winton the first to discover its properties or had others uncovered its secrets before him?


-TBC
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Re: CC: Corporate Greed
« Reply #34 on: September 22, 2013, 01:34:06 PM »
"Come a little closer, then you'll see
Come on, come on, come on
Things aren't always what they seem to be
Come on, come on, come on
Do you understand the things that you would see here
Come on, come on, come on
Do you understand the things that you've been dreaming.

Come a little closer, then you'll see..."

-Cage the Elephant



Corporate Sector

D'ian System: Surface: Gellar Estate

The emotional turmoil has morphed into a palpable sadness. Celeste believed the return of her husband would ease the pain but instead it has only complicated things further. She knows Dane and Gemma are safe and that does bring a small comfort but it is Dahlia's situation that tortures her soul. She had failed so completely on her promise to Monica. Flashes of those last moments on Naboo come to mind. So many incredibly significant decisions were made and in some way she knew that leaving with the Jedi meant she would never see Monica or Henrick again. She had held onto Dahlia tightly and swore she would provide a life denied to Alexia, Karen and Melanie. Celeste was a fool to believe she had gotten away with it all. Karma is a cyclical force, ever chasing after you and the choices you make.

There is only so far they could run before they had to pay the price for their survival.

Kylie does her best to provide support, knowing the complex gravity of the situation is not easy for any of them. The family had been such a tight knit group up until nearly a year ago. That is when everything changed. Cracks began to show, splintering off in every direction, across the perfectly painted canvas of their lives.

Upstairs, Celeste withdraws the box Kaytt Corinthos had been asked by Circe Prescott to give to her. She had put it away after the lawyer had left and in the melancholy afternoon in the late summer she is drawn to it. She runs a finger along the saber but her eyes find themselves locked on the holocron. Monica and Celeste had been selfish to think Melanie could shoulder that burden on her own but the Jedi seemed so certain. Masterton was the one. Suddenly, the air changes, causing the back of her neck to tingle. It is a familiar sensation, one she has not felt in what seems like an eternity. Celeste closes the box and sets it aside. She rises off the bed and turns around.

Gemma stands in the doorway, looking both radiant and strong.

"Hello, mother."



-TBC
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Re: CC: Corporate Greed
« Reply #35 on: October 03, 2013, 09:37:48 PM »
Corporate Sector

D'ian System: Surface: Concordia Township: Gellar Estate

It's as if time is suspended with her beloved daughter back in her arms again. Celeste cannot contain the tears and they pour down over flushed cheeks as all the anguish and regret that had been held up against the pretense and professionalism now flow freely. Gemma, for her own part, is just as emotional. She is relieved and pleased to see her mother again after all this time. She had found her way upstairs to the master bedroom where her mother was quietly grieving for everything that has happened. The reunion does conjure more questions as Gemma is only one of three who were taken. She does not want these questions to be asked right now and helps her mother lie on the bed where she drifts off easily, finally allowed some peace. Gemma brushes back the golden curls tousled across Celeste's face, staring down into the genetic legacy from which she came.

Celeste, Melanie, Gemma - all are blessed with a deep and spiritual connection to the Force. Celeste has not used it in a typical fashion. Melanie had eventually begun her own training but, from what she had been told, it was far later than most. Even Gemma, as young as she is, was still considered old to begin the training. Most Jedi potentials are taken from birth and raised within the Jedi Order, giving the teachings of the Force and it's benevolent uses all their attention.

Gemma is a special case, one who has been fully trained and asked to conceal it from others. She has grown close to Nevylinn in their time together and she knows this request is not one that came from her master. It came from the Order itself. The motives behind it would be revealed in time. Patience is something Nevylinn had instilled in her. The wanton ways of the rich would not do in the quest for enlightenment. She must remember that everything has layers. Some are not so easily peeled back. There is a reason the Jedi need her to seamlessly reenter her old life and that reason would be known to her one day.

Her mother slumbers deeply and Gemma smiles, turning to find a box next to them on the bed. She carefully peeks inside and gasps. Both items are a surprise to her. The holocron is the same one she had seen in the memory Melanie sent her and contains the prophecy given to her by Queen Monica Greyson. She would research it later, hopefully bridging the gap between the memory and the present. It is the other item that fascinates her more. She grasps the saber tightly before lifting and igniting it. The deep blue blade hums as she expertly moves and spins across the vast bedroom. Smiling, she clicks off and gazes toward the doorway where Kylie Miranda stands very still. She says nothing and she doesn't have to. The look in her eyes says it all.

Gemma lowers the weapon and speaks calmly.

"I can protect us, Kylie but your discretion is not up for debate. You know as I do that there are forces out there who wish to bring harm to our family. We cannot let that happen. We cannot let those we love be lost to the wicked ways of the past. I need you to help me look out for them. Can you do that for me, Kylie? For us?"

Kylie clings to the doorway and nods weakly.

"I will but still, I worry. For all of us. These are considerable powers for children."

Gemma places the items neatly back in the box and carries it with her out of the room.

"Believe me," she says. "We are not children anymore."


-TBC
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Re: CC: Corporate Greed
« Reply #36 on: October 10, 2013, 10:01:00 PM »
Hyperspace

Garron leans back into the pilot's chair after calculating and successfully making the jump to lightspeed. Dane, who had been strapped in beside him and uncharacteristically quiet, unlatches the restraints and disappears into the back of the shuttle. It is just as well. They both needed time to think. Garron hated leaving Mara. It is not what his heart wanted. His duty to Rutherford Gellar and family is why he put up less of a fight than he intended to. The moment they shared in the corridor of the Gellar Residence on Corellia was intense yet he continued to sense hesitation from Mara. She had always been guarded but their time together on the Wheel and then through a daring escape had brought them closer.

Not close enough, it seems.

He runs a hand through his hair and sighs. The past months had been long and strange, taking twist after turn into an unknown trajectory. His feeling for Mara were one thing. A big thing, to be sure. He sees potential there for something real and dynamic. There is also the issue with his sister, Circe and the accusations leveled against her. He had only managed to hear bits and pieces but a cursory search reveals she and Janessa are now standing trial in the Republic capital. It is not going well from the reports, despite Kaytt Corinthos' legal brilliance behind them. He hopes the truth comes out in the end but knows there is really nothing he can do to help either of them. He must stay focused on bringing Dane home. He got lucky with Rutherford, perhaps too lucky. The Empire is not usually so merciful unless they have something to gain and returning his boss without stipulations seems unlikely. He had heard Dane had been acting like a little shit since he arrived, all bluster and swagger and that there had been a heated exchange between him and Riley. Della did not go into specifics seeing as it was so late and he meant to bring it up to Mara but there wasn't time. It is something he is curious about and would press him on later but for now, Dane seems withdrawn and introspective. He unbuckles the restraints and heads into the back.

Dane is sitting in the bench around the small dining table with his satchel beside him. He is munching on what looks like a candy bar and glances up as Garron approaches.

"I could have scrounged up something more substantial."

"It's cool."

Garron slides in opposite Dane.

"You know, we never really got to talk about everything after...all that happened."

"The cave, the monsters, the girls who all look like the Ambassador, dad getting shot, leaving Dahlia behind. What's to talk about? I was there, remember?"

"I remember," Garron says carefully. "That's not what I mean. Why don't we start with how and why you left Gemma and the Jedi assigned to protect you both."

Dane shrugs, "The Jedi don't care about me. I don't have powers like Gemma."

"Having certain abilities doesn't make someone special. It just makes them unique. You have plenty of talents of your own that Gemma doesn't have."

"I know."

"You do?"

"Yeah, your super mean girlfriend told me. Valerie and I have the legacy gene. It makes people live forever or something and others may want to hurt me to get it. She told me to shape up or else I'll get myself killed."

Garron raises both brows, "Wow. Mara told you that?"

"Yup. I don't like her."

"I'm sure she was just trying to-"

"To what? Scare me? Well, it worked. I don't want to die. I don't want to get taken again either. I just want to go home and see my parents and my friends and have everything go back to how it was."

Valerie appears behind and to the right of Garron.

"Nothing will ever be the same. Not anymore. The ball is rolling, kiddo and picking up collateral damage as it goes. You think your friend here is safe? Not attached to you he's not. None of them are. Your little cohorts, fierce and loyal as they may be, are all walking around with targets on their backs. Don't believe me? Ask D'Arcy or Billy. Oh no wait, you can't. She blew up in a shuttle and he was forced to put a blaster to his temple. What a mess."

Dane's mouth drops open.

Garron leans forward and touches his arm, "Hey, it'll be okay. We'll be home soon enough."

"Right," Valerie laughs. "Like it will all be okay in the Corporate Sector. No danger there. The young Baron and heir to the Gellar title and corporate estate who has the genetic means to grant immortality or splice together another mechanical monstrosity. You don't get it, do you? Corellia was only the part of the story where I starred and certainly the most compelling but if you want to know the whole truth, you will have to look farther back."

Garron slides out and heads back to the control.

Dane wants to but cannot look away. He shutters then whispers.

"Where?"

Valerie's full lips are pulled into a wicked smile.

"Start with Blair."



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Re: CC: Corporate Greed
« Reply #37 on: October 13, 2013, 01:53:36 PM »
Corporate Sector

Etti IV

The small shuttle flares out of hyperspace above the Sector capital and is almost immediately hailed. Garron identifies himself and provides the codes which grant him exclusive access to private lanes without the hassle of common traffic. Rutherford had already been notified he was en route and Garron guides the shuttle through the atmosphere and across the hazy skyline where  he lands atop the Gellar Tower. Dane had kept to himself most of the journey and Garron, for his own part, tried to assess the level of trauma associated with the ordeal he had been through. The spunk was still there but that could just be a defense mechanism, a cover for the terror and pain. But he did admit to being scared and wanted to be safe. That's a good sign. It means the message sunk in, at least for now. He smiles again when he thinks of Mara leveling with Dane about who he is and why he is important. She is not one for beating around the bush. Things are how they are and Garron appreciated her candor. He pushes her out of his mind to focus on the task at hand but her face is never far from his thoughts.

The ramp touches down on the platform and Dane descends slowly at first but breaks into a run when he sees his father waiting for him. Rutherford kneels and embraces him warmly, his face a contorted mess of relief and happiness. And finally, after all that had happened, Dane breaks down in his father's arms. Garron hangs back, watching with a sense of pride and accomplishment. For all that had gone wrong, he had done at least one thing right. The family was slowly starting to come back together after it had been torn apart suddenly so many months ago. After a few moments, Rutherford stands, reaching out to shake Garron's hand but then pulls him into a manly embrace.

"It's good to see you too, sir."

Rutherford steps back and sighs, "It's been too long, old friend."

"Indeed it has."

"You managed to extricate yourself from Corellia without hassle? There have been only whispers in the media. No confirmation that Dane was ever actually there."

Garron nods as they turn and walk back toward the tower doors.

"The Senator and CorSec Director were most helpful in keeping everything tightly under wraps. They were gracious enough to offer sanctuary, given the Gellar name but allowed us to make our own decisions about returning home. Once I learned you were back, I felt it best to join you."

"I'm so thankful you did," Rutherford says, keeping Dane close.

Inside the tower, they make their way to the residence above the executive offices.

"We're going to need to discuss the details of Dane's return prior to releasing an official statement. Given the board's suspicions and the Republic trial against Circe and Janessa, people will demand answers; for both the kidnapping and the rescue."

"In good time, my friend...." Rutherford says as he punches in the code and steps inside. His voice trails off when he sees them standing in the center of the living room. Celeste turns around, a smile lighting up her face with Gemma beside her. Her hand goes to her mouth when she sees Dane. The family converges together.

Garron lingers in the doorway, heart swelling, but a stoic expression firmly fixed on his face. Kylie appears beside him, also smiling.

"Oh, come on. It wouldn't kill you to enjoy it."

"It's a joyous occasion although not entirely complete."

"One thing at a time."

Rutherford and Celeste stare at each other in a haze of mixed emotions. On one hand, her anger feels misplaced as fault seems to be a moving target these days. It never lies with just a single individual. It never has. The collective blame has been responsible for so much suffering that perhaps it is time to focus on the small victories.

"We made it inside without Gemma being seen. You have Irulan to thank for that."

"Remind me to send her flowers."

"Or promote her."

"She practically runs the company already. Keeping secrets is one of her favorite duties."

Celeste nods, leaning into him.

"I don't know how it happened but I am eternally grateful to have them back."

"As am I."

"But Dahlia..."

"I know, my love. We will find her. I promise."

"Uh, mom. Dad." Dane says from the living room. The projector is on and Gemma is standing frozen in front of the image of the reporters face.

"Hmmm?"

"Mom, listen!"

Garron and Kylie join Rutherford and Celeste in the living room. The reporter is live from Chandaar outside the courthouse where it seems to be pandemonium. Selene Silvestri is one of the prominent Republic journalists who had been following the trial exclusively and she stares into the cam with an almost cold certainty.

"...the Prescott-Kain trial defense had suffered a considerable blow after the subpoenaed Jedi failed to appear in court to corroborate Corinthos' claims. Nerves were worn thin as the jury returned with a verdict but before it was read, a young woman appeared in the packed room claiming proof of innocence for the Republic counselor and Sector liaison. We have that photage now."

A shaky, hand-held cam without sound displayed a crowd separating as the girl emerged sporting bruises and a limp. Everyone in the living room gasps as the shot is frozen on the girls determined face.

"One of the children reported missing over four months ago, the girl identified herself as Dahlia Winton."



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Re: CC: Corporate Greed
« Reply #38 on: October 20, 2013, 02:06:34 PM »
Corporate Sector

Etti IV: Surface: Gellar Tower

Kylie takes Dane and Gemma into the kitchen for a snack with Garron standing at the door. Celeste sinks onto the couch with a hand over her mouth and tears burning her eyes. Rutherford paces the length of the room, flooded with a range of emotions so wide he cannot describe them.

"I thought you said she was still a prisoner…still in that cave."

"To the best of our knowledge," Garron says. "She was, m'lady. Returning Dane was only the primary objective with plans to recover Dahlia to follow."

"How did she escape?"

"The reporter said she saw an opportunity and took it."

"They said she was tortured," Celeste whispers. "Maker Almighty."

"She's a brave girl, Celeste. We are wise to not underestimate her."

"We failed her, don't you see that? We failed to keep them all safe. The vaccine, security details, seclusion in the Sector - it was all for nothing."

"She is not making things easier by revealing herself to be a Winton."

"How could she have known?"

"Look in a mirror?"

Celeste's glare is steely and cold.

"I am not in the mood for your crass jokes."

"And I tire of your spiteful accusations. You make it sound as if we never even attempted to rescue them. I told you how terrible I feel about not being able to recover Dahlia but you were not there. You have no idea what we were up against."

"More than just the adversaries in the cave," Garron says.

They both turn and look at him.

"In the days leading up to the rescue, Lord Gellar fell into a state of deep despair which no one questioned at the time given the circumstances. The Jedi, however, began to suspect he was being influenced through the Force. It was as if someone was trying to deter him from even wanting to recover them, sinking him into a hole so deep he could barely function. When I checked in with Kylie, she told me that Lady Masterton was also acting out of character – sullen, withdrawn and self-medicating. Someone didn't want either of you to look for them."

Things begin to click in Celeste's mind. The line of questioning the lawyer took during her visit, the course of the defense during the trial.

"We weren't the only ones."

"What do you mean?"

"Circe, Janessa. Their lawyer, Kaytt Corinthos, came to our residence while you were both away. She wanted to know if someone could be manipulated through the Force to do unspeakable things and later not remember. Alexia Winton was the only known case of Force possession, consuming her entirely at times where she would act on her more destructive whims or, in some cases, the instructions of her father. She is responsible for the lives of at least three through Force manipulation. She drove Billy St. James to suicide then used Reef Stratford and Lucas Maxwell as puppets who in turn murdered each other. In those instances, the Force user was within a reasonable proximity which may even have been the case with Circe and Janessa. Rutherford and I are something entirely different. We would be talking about a long-range, remote manipulation which would take an incredible amount of power."

Rutherford arches a brow, "Power whoever did this didn't have."

"I'm not following."

"We were affected, certainly but not enough to give up entirely. Neither of us stopped fighting which means this remote connection failed in its goal. This dark Jedi the reporter said Dahlia spoke of, the one who held the children captive, must have been planning this for some time."

Celeste shutters, "I'm afraid to even ask but…to what end? How long as this been materializing the in the background?"

"That is what we're going to have to find out." 

"So, what do we do now? Go back to Chandaar? This is going to be a media circus with more than just a few uncomfortable questions."

"First we have to explain Dane and Gemma's return since they will most likely be the next question after Dahlia is ready."

"We cannot mention the Jedi," Gemma says meekly as she steps out from behind Garron.

"What, honey? Why not?"

"Our rescue was executed by you, Garron and agents of the Sector. No one else. The Jedi do not want attention drawn to them. We don't have to omit any other details save for their presence and assistance."

"I think your sister may have already turned the spotlight on them."

"She's not our sister!" Dane shouts, bounding into the room. "Why does everyone keep saying that? She's a Winton and not even really related to us."

"Dane," Kylie scolds, shaking her head.

Celeste raises a hand to signal she's got it.

"Biology doesn't always necessarily constitute a family, Dane. We raised her from infancy and to you and Gemma, she is your sister. It doesn't matter what her last name is."

"It does if it's Winton."

"Why would you say that?"

"Because it's true," Dane says defiantly. "We're the new Four or whatever. She's the Winton, I'm the Gellar, Gemma's the Masterton and Riley's the Patten. Not everybody is cool with that."

Celeste glances over to Garron who nods.

"The Ambassador confirmed Riley's heritage."

Then it strikes her.

"The forth."

Gemma steps forward and takes her mother's hand.

"Yes. Riley is the boy from my dreams. He is the one who was missing."

It suddenly feels as if something massive is happening, the wheels of fate grinding forward with or without their consent or approval. They were drawn together for a reason. Nothing would keep them apart, no matter how hard anyone tried.

"I'll contact the Republic," Rutherford says. "Let them know we saw the reports and wish to be reunited with our daughter."

Gemma looks at him sternly.

"And I will let them know Sector forces had been able to rescue Dane and Gemma but were not able to reach Dahlia."

"Thank you, daddy."

Celeste holds her close.

"Then what?"

He sighs but there is a twinge of sick satisfaction in sticking it to everyone who doubted him.

"Then I make the announcement before the Direx Board."


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Re: CC: Corporate Greed
« Reply #39 on: November 03, 2013, 12:12:27 PM »
Corporate Sector

D'ian System: Surface: Gellar Estate

Rutherford adjusts his jacket and paces in the sitting room.

After contacting the Republic, they were told Counselor Prescott would be escorting Dahlia back to the Sector. They were given an approximate time frame and it was noted Janessa Kain would be accompanying them. He had scrapped his plans with the Direx Board in favor of waiting for Janessa. The Board had essentially written both of them off as people who meant to sabotage their methods and furthermore, their market shares. Having Janessa at his side with the children returned and their reputations exonerated by the facts will drive the shame home and give them unique leverage going forward.

The only thing still nagging at him is the Imperial involvement with their industries as part of the negotiation for his release. This would mean an increased focus on the Imperial liaison, Vex Sienna. As much as he does not want to risk Kylie's heart, her proximity gives him a distinct advantage and possible insight into their ultimate plans. Irulan had already voiced her concerns regarding their true intentions being cloaked in their financial interest in ChemiX.

There would be time for those mysteries later. For now, Rutherford must prepare to have his family reunited as one, despite the potential consequences. Celeste sits rigidly in a large club chair, dressed to the nines while trying her best not to looked pained. She feels guilty. They both do. Rutherford may have distaste for her placing the sole blame on him but she does have a very clear point. They had failed Dahlia. Out of the three children, she holds the most vulnerability to the dark side. They had seen what it could do. Alexia was a galactic menace and Karen, for all her showboating and celebrity, was on her way to becoming the same. No one wants that for Dahlia. That much Rutherford and Celeste can agree upon.

Now they wait.

Rutherford, Celeste, Garron, Kylie, Gemma and Dane idly pass the time together. They had received word from Circe they were making their final approach and would be landing shortly. Twenty minutes later, the custom J-Type Naboo Royal Cruiser touches down behind the Gellar mansion.

It is a moment of truth.

The ramp is lowered and Janessa bounds down into the crisp Fall afternoon air. The rolling forests between the estates are awash in crimson and gold. Dahlia makes her way out slowly, still limping from her injuries. Circe follows, hovering protectively close. Service droids swarm into the space craft to gather luggage as the trio make their way into the mansion.

Dahlia knows exactly what role she must play and does a remarkable job of looking both traumatized by the events but relieved to be home. Inside, she steps into the room slowly as all eyes turn to her. There is the prerequisite uncomfortable silence before a tearful Celeste moves toward. Dahlia turns on the water works on cue and crumbles into her "mothers" arms. Rutherford joins them. Gemma and Dane, however, hang back with the others. It is not that Gemma is not happy to see Dahlia but Melanie's warning replays itself in her mind. Dane scowls, unmoved by the gross displays of emotion.

Kylie catches up with Janessa while Garron swallows his pride for Circe. He had been wrong about her and the volumes spoken in the glances between the siblings make it clear this is a new chapter in their relationship. He hugs her tightly; thankful they have this opportunity to begin anew. Janessa steals a glance at Garron, a flicker of their sexual encounter causing her heart to race but it is quickly stomped out. She is not here for him. She's here for herself. And, she supposes, for the Gellar-Masterton's.

Garron suggests they leave the family to heal and so he and Kylie show Janessa and Circe to guest rooms upstairs. The droids have already delivered their luggage and it is recommended that they have dinner on their own. The family needs time together. Leaving Circe and Janessa, Garron and Kylie wander the long corridors together.

It has been some time since they were both in the mansion together.

"All is as it should be," Kylie says with a soft smile.
 
Garron turns.

"I suppose we will see."




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Re: CC: Corporate Greed
« Reply #40 on: November 07, 2013, 11:13:00 PM »
Corporate Sector

D'ian: Surface: Concordia Township

The Tables Bistro is crowded and lively but there is a hush that sweeps across the patrons when Garron, Circe, Kylie and Janessa make their entrance. News had spread regarding the outcome of the trial, Dahlia's identity and there are whispers about Dane and Gemma's whereabouts. Garron leads the way, following the host to the table he had reserved earlier that afternoon.

Kylie glances around nervously as she sits.

"Everyone is staring at us."

"And they will," Garron says. "For a while."

Janessa makes eye contact with as many people as possible, making them uncomfortable until they look away. Circe tucks her hair behind an ear and sighs. They order drinks and appetizers before perusing the menu to find an entrée. It is Janessa who breaks the silence.

"So, how did everyone spend their summers?"

Garron smirks, "Not vacationing on Hesperidium."

"Well I can tell you this much; prison is no fun. Right, Circ?"

Circe rolls her eyes up, "Always with the jokes, even after all we've been through. Janessa, I don't know if it's registered to you or not but we were just cleared of very serious charges. You murdered someone."

"Brutally," she says, narrowing her dark eyes. "Don't think I haven't thought about Inspector Erbon. I play the facts, the photage, see his face over and over again in my mind. The blackness, the things I cannot remember, and the things I was made to do. It's unbearable but I wasn't responsible for his death. That dark Jedi was."

"You committed the act just as I embezzled the funds and authorized those purchases. Our minds may not have known but that doesn't absolve us. Not completely."

Kylie shakes her head, "I still can't believe it and now with the public unrest on Chandaar. It's terrible. They are blaming all Force users for something a few may have done."

"We don't know how large their numbers are," Garron says. "Light or dark, we can't say with any certainty what we're up against."

"We?"

"You think this is over? It's not."

Circe turns, "Don't tell me you are in favor of this registration act? The Republic and Jedi have always held close ties. I find it odd that one would now suddenly turn on the other."

"How can you say that?" Janessa gasps. "After what they did to us?!"

"After what one person did to us. We were violated, there is no doubt about that, but I believe it is unfair to punish the whole for something a part has done. It reeks of the segregation tactics used by the Empire."

Garron smiles, "I forgot how altruistic you can be. Lingering effects of Melanie's influence, I imagine."

"Speaking of remnants of The Four, why the fuck did no one say anything about Dahlia? She's a Winton? Can we say bombshell? Someone's been keeping secrets."

"It wasn't our secret to tell," Kylie replies softly, bringing her drink to her lips.

"Perhaps not but that's still quite the revelation given what everyone knows about her sisters. How did this even happen?"

"It's a long story, Janessa."

"I've got time. Besides, you don't think the press is going to go for the jugular once the family is done bonding and goes public with the fact that all children are present and accounted for? Think again. It's going to be a barrage of questions and, depending on the spin; it can go either way for those crazy Gellar-Masterton's."

They all stare at her.

Janessa shrugs, "Hate the game. Not the players."

"Unless the players are systematically eliminated," Kylie warns.

Circe frowns, "What do you mean?"

"Kaytt Corinthos came to visit us during the early stages of your trial. She wanted to speak with Lady Masterton regarding the use of the Force. She was attempting to build your defense as she very rightly believed you were both being manipulated by a user. She also paid the Imperial liaison as visit."

"Sienna, right?"

"That's right. Apparently, he had ties to The Four as well and Counselor Corinthos had a theory that those with such connections were being targeted. People like you, Circe."

Janessa scoffs.

"I had nothing to do with them. I was like, barely twenty-one when they were alive."

"True but you and Garron work closely with Rutherford Gellar. Circe was aligned with Melanie Masterton. Vex Sienna was romantically linked to Karen Winton. I am under Celeste Masterton's employ. She is the mother Melanie. Rutherford is the grandfather of Valerie. It expands outward from there. Connections to any of the surviving members of The Four or their allies could be seen as threats."

"By whom?"

"I don't know," Kylie says. "But Kaytt Corinthos sure seemed to believe it. Circe and Janessa were targeted and used for specific purposes. Who's to say we aren't all players in a larger game?"

Garron finishes his drink, "Which is why digging into the Force users in the Republic capital may uncover something. I'm not a fan of licensing people to live but whoever did this to you, Circe, targeted you almost a decade ago. Dahlia's testimony about the dark Jedi stated that the Inspector was getting close and used Janessa to take him out. That's a desperate move considering how long these plans seem to have been in motion. The abduction of the children worries me more than anyone coming after us. Someone wanted them out of the way. They may still want them out of the way."

"Dahlia killed their captor. They found her body in the shuttle."

"That doesn't mean the dark Jedi, whoever she is, was the one calling all the shots. We don't know how deep this goes or who is involved."

"What about Corinthos? Maybe she has another theory."

Garron gazes sternly across the table.

"I'm afraid it may be more complicated than that. Her legal representation and interactions with Lady Masterton as well as Vex Sienna put her in league with the rest of us."

Janessa sneers.

"So, what? She's a suspect?"

"No," Garron says. "She's a target."



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Re: CC: Corporate Greed
« Reply #41 on: November 10, 2013, 01:25:47 PM »
Corporate Sector

D'ian: Surface: Gellar Estate

Dahlia returns to her bedroom and finds it is just as she had left it. Everything had been meticulously cleaned by the droids but nothing moved from where it was. She sighs, feeling like she had not been here for a million years. How time changes things. Celeste and Rutherford are blinded by the joy of having them all back safely that they don’t even ask her any questions. Maybe they can't bring themselves to if they don't really want the answers. Dane and Gemma were the prerequisite polite but kept their distance until they were all sent to their rooms for the night. Dane disappeared without a word but Gemma told Dahlia she was glad she was home. If only they knew how to use that misplaced rage. No doubt they are confused and terrified by what happened to them. It's no surprise they would be wary of her as well.

She changes into a nightgown and stares at herself in the mirror. There are still healing cuts and bruises which would illicit the right kind of sympathy and awe at school on Monday. She had used the Force to manipulate the Republic doctor into reporting the sustained injuries were older than they really were to solidify her story of torture and horror. She would do the same to Doctor Daae when he pays her a visit tomorrow morning. It was a nonnegotiable with Celeste and Rutherford. They want to make sure she has the best care and, if the good doctor believes she needs more specialized treatment, she would be taken to Etti IV to get it. She won't. The wounds are superficial and she could heal them herself but that would defeat the purpose. She cannot appear too normal after all she's been through.

There must be a period of adjustment.

She must also parlay the guilt felt by her adoptive parents into an updated look and several new outfits. Her hair, she notes, needs serious attention. Something must be done about this immediately. Dahlia may be traumatized and wicked powerful but she would die before she showed up at Valor Prep looking like a style train wreck.

By now the seeds of her influence would be spreading in the Republic capital, leaving them in turmoil and weakening their united front against the Empire. They think they had won but that was only a battle.

Not the war.

*

Downstairs, Celeste and Rutherford talk quietly as Garron, Kylie, Circe and Janessa return from dinner. They are called in. Celeste stands and gazes around the room.

"I want to thank you all for your help but we feel terrible about what happened in Chandaar. Circe, Janessa, you did not deserve to go through that…."

"Justice prevailed," Circe says. "Thanks in no small part to Dahlia. We owe her our freedom."

Janessa nods, "How is she doing?"

"Okay from what we can tell. She needs time."

"We also have to decide on a plan," Rutherford says. "A press conference is scheduled for tomorrow afternoon. Dahlia's revelation has understandably stirred up some controversy and questions. We need to explain how this came to be and confirm that our children are safe. We all have our roles to play. Janessa, I need you by my side when we appear before the Direx Board on Monday in Mondder. They will be expecting a fight but we will take the high road but make sure they understand just how wrong they were."

"I look forward to it. Goodnight all."

Janessa smiles and disappears upstairs.

Rutherford trains his gaze on the siblings.
 
"Garron and Circe, it will be helpful to have the both of you beside us tomorrow. Seeing as we are to omit the Jedi's presence from the rescue of Dane and Gemma, you can lend credence to our cover story."

"Omit?"

"At the Jedi's request," Kylie interjects. "They do not wish to be involved."

Circe nods, "Give the climate on Chandaar, I don't blame them. What side of the story do you want to tell?"

Rutherford clears his throat.

"One closer to the truth, actually. The children were kidnapped from the Concordia Township and I was alerted during negotiations with the Federation Ambassador. Garron, Circe and I took a handful of CSA security personnel and followed the tracking beacon from the hoverlimo which led us to Korriban. In conjunction with Dahlia's testimony, we arrived were able to recover Dane and Gemma but circumstances prevented us from getting to Dahlia."

"Through the Force, you mean?"

"Dahlia's testimony already noted it for the record and honestly I do not remember much from the cave. I was injured during the escape and we were offered protection at The Wheel where I lay in a coma."

"That will bring Mara Tacofer into the mix," Garron says. "And, if you recall, the public believes she was still on Chandaar making statements against you."

"I have a business relationship of my own with Administrator Farim. Not a close one but enough to call in a desperate favor before my collapse. I do not want to have to explain what Mara Tacofer really is or her relation to my family. On the Wheel, Circe decided to return to Chandaar to fight the allegations against her. Dane and Gemma were relocated for their safety but before we could return for Dahlia, the Wheel was attacked by the Empire. Garron barely escaped and I was discovered and brought aboard the Emperor's command ship where I recovered and was released back to the Corporate Sector. Dane and Gemma were brought home just as Dahlia appeared in the courtroom to free Circe and Janessa with her testimony. That brings us to the present and should cover all the bases the reporters would want to know about. We tell them we wish to return to our lives here in the Sector and ask for privacy as we all heal from these events."

This settles over the room.

"Does anyone have any questions?"

Celeste shakes her head, "I believe they will accept that."

"I hope so," Kylie says. "For the children's sake. They've been through enough."

"Is everyone clear on the story and the roles they play in it?"

They all nod.

"Good," Rutherford continues. "Circe, you are welcome to stay as long as you like. That goes for Janessa as well."

"Thank you. I have taken a leave of duty following the trial but I believe Janessa wishes to get back to business as usual."

"I'm glad to hear it. We're going to need that kind of tenacity going up against the Board. Kylie, can you make sure Circe has everything she needs?"

"Of course, Lord Gellar."

From there, they all retire for the evening. Upstairs, Celeste sits at her vanity brushing through her long, blond curls.

"It feels different somehow…like the children have seen things they should not have."

Rutherford is pacing, trying to get his delivery down for the press conference.

"They have, my darling and I wish it were not so. There is more going on here than just what they have seen and been through."

"The dark Jedi…" Celeste whispers.

"Yes. This woman, Adubell, abducted our children and tortured Dahlia. If you do not think it too harsh, I am pleased she is dead."

Celeste turns, "As am I but we still do not know why she took them."

"Or who she is working for."

Celeste glances up with wide blue eyes.

"Oh, Rutherford. I fear they will never be safe."

He kneels in front her and holds her close. There are a million things he could say but he doesn't believe any of them. In his heart, he knows the kidnapping was only the beginning. There is always a larger plan in the works. He must be vigilant in order to stay ahead of it and protect his family.

"Rest now, my darling. We have a busy weekend ahead of us."



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Re: CC: Corporate Greed
« Reply #42 on: November 17, 2013, 06:31:31 PM »
Corporate Sector

D'ian: Surface: Concordia Township

The press conference is held in the town square and broadcast throughout the Sector before it is picked up by Holo-affiliates across the galaxy. Journalists pack the square and are joined by the curious and gossip-hungry residents. Rutherford Gellar presents a united front of family and friend. He stands before the podium, dressed in a tailored suit that gives him an authoritative presence. Celeste is beside him with the children staggered in front. Dahlia had declined to speak, deferring to Rutherford to make the statement. She had gone through enough during her testimony. Dane looks bored but Gemma holds her mother's hand supportively. The family is flanked by Garron and Circe on one side and Janessa on the other. They appear as a formidable and highly attractive group of allies that have been coached and are now camera-ready.

Rutherford had vetted his statement through ChemiX legal and briefed Irulan on the subject's he would be touching on in case there were follow up inquiries for the public relations department to answer. This conference would serve as a precursor to the meeting he had called with the Direx Board on Monday.

"Ladies and gentlemen, we are here because you understandably have questions. Our family and friends have been through much in the past few months but we have triumphed over this adversity. As you know, our children were abducted nearly five months ago from our peaceful township. With the help of our security forces, we tracked the signal from the hoverlimo to Korriban where we were able to free Gemma and Dane. However, we were unable to retrieve Dahlia. I was injured during the escape and we were forced to retreat. Uncertain where to go, we were granted temporary sanctuary on The Wheel by Administrator Farim. It is there we first learned of the accusations against Republic Counselor Circe Prescott. I am ashamed to admit that even we were fooled by the compelling evidence and Counselor Prescott departed our group and returned to Chandaar to face these allegations. I deeply regret that Counselor Prescott and Janessa Kain were made to suffer through a trial where their actions and outcome had been rigged so far out of their favor."

He pauses, gazing out over the crowd.

"Plans to rescue Dahlia were hampered by my injuries, severe enough that it led to a coma. It was decided that Gemma and Dane were to be taken elsewhere for safety and they departed shortly before the Imperial attack where I was discovered by their forces. I was then taken to the Emperor's command vessel and allowed to fully recover thanks in no small part to their facilities and treatment before returning to the Sector. Both Gemma and Dane joined their mother and I as Dahlia appeared in the courtroom on Chandaar. Her testimony cleared Counselor Prescott and Janessa Kain and they graciously returned her to us."

That is when the crowd explodes with questions. Dahlia is the name on the tip of everyone's tongue. The lost Winton royal, part of a terrifying legacy both Rutherford and Celeste had been complicit in. He is prepared for this onslaught and would remain as close to the truth as possible.

"Yes, our adopted daughter Dahlia is a Winton. Although the Winton name is associated with many things, Queen Greyson-Winton was a dear friend of my wife, Celeste. The Queen, Celeste and her late-husband Henrick discovered Alexander's secret treachery and that the Queen had kept a secret of her own; a pregnancy she hid from her husband. Fearing her child would be used the way Alexia and Karen had been, she entrusted Celeste with the infant and instructed her to flee. The Queen had previously reached out to me and apologized for the things Alexander had done to my family. She explained her situation and asked for my help. Celeste arrived with Dahlia shortly after and we later discovered that Alexander had murdered the Queen and Henrick Masterton. To keep the princess safe, we hid her on D'ian and raised and loved her as our own. We ask for the public to respect our privacy as we attempt to move past these events and on with our lives. Thank you."

Rutherford steps back, allowing the cam's to capture one last shot of the group together before they turn and leave the stage. They do not take questions as they are ushered back to their transports, leaving the reporters to their no doubt colorful commentary. He had done enough explaining for one day. The request to omit the Jedi's assistance and involvement both with Dahlia's arrival and the rescue of the children had been granted. He made no mention of the Sith captor either. He would not touch on that subject.

Not right now.

The public would form opinions and pass judgments on their own time. He had his family back together and right now, that is all that mattered.


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Re: CC: Corporate Greed
« Reply #43 on: December 01, 2013, 12:58:07 PM »
Corporate Sector

Etti IV: Mondder

Rutherford Gellar stands before the entire Direx Board with Janessa Kain by his side. He addresses them in a calm yet cold tone as a follow up to his press conference. They had lacked faith in his abilities but in the end; the Federation was no longer a threat. They were barely even a company at this point. No one knew where The Wheel was or had heard from Administrator Farim. Even though Rutherford knows Ambassador Tacofer lives, he does not disclose her status or location to the board. She had been through enough and he wished to preserve the joy of her reunion with Riley for as long as possible until she figures out her next move. He speaks ill of the Federation as a rival to their contracts but will not slander Mara's name before them.

His attention then turns to Janessa, blaming the board for abandoning her in her time of greatest need. She had served them well for many years and did not deserve their scorn, despite claims their association would have hindered their leverage. She had been a victim in all this and he demands they reinstate her position with full support. This is called for a vote which passes unanimously. Janessa Kain will continue to serve as the CSA liaison to the Republic. A host of apologies are offered which Janessa graciously accepts.

His last point touches upon his adoptive daughter and the secret of her true identity. He does not have to explain much, given the circumstances of the past but he does offer sympathy to anyone this secret may have hurt. He was only trying to protect his family. Now that they are together again and the secret is out, he suggests they focus on the void left by the Federation and target the Republic to expand their goods and services for the benefit of the entire Corporate Sector. Janessa would return to Chandaar to see what additional needs they might have and negotiate on their behalf.

He closes with a humble thanks to the Empire for sparing him from what could have been another casualty in their attack against the Federation. There is no way they could have known he was on board the Wheel and he praises their good sense in recognizing how important their business relationship is to one another. He holds his gaze on Vex Sienna who nods in acknowledgement.

After the meeting is adjourned, Janessa makes her rounds with many of the executives while Rutherford approaches Iver Aguilar and D'Ken Dawning.

"Two rousing speeches in as many days," D'Ken says. "Had you been as convincing before the Republic Senate from the start, you may have spared us all this scandal."

"I have no doubt you enjoyed every moment of it. Rest easy now that I have returned in good faith. You would be wise to put aside your quarrels, Dawning. We have work to do."

Aguilar nods, "So we do but there is a matter we must discuss privately."

They excuse themselves from D'Ken and wander further into the private chambers. Iver seems unusually agitated given their recent good fortunes.

"What troubles you?"

"Let me begin by saying how grateful I am that your family has been reunited. I do not know what I would have done had I been in a similar situation. You have shown remarkable bravery charging in to retrieve your children, even when one of them is not a biological relation."

"Dahlia is as much ours as Dane or Gemma. Biology does not make a family."

"Lady Masterton's words, I imagine."

"Indeed. She is as wise as she is beautiful."

"No truer words were spoken. My concern lies not with your sincerity but with the depth and execution of these plans. Despite our lapses in judgment against Miss Kain, we did keep close tabs on how the trial unfolded. It was noted that Counselor Prescott had been routinely manipulated by the Force for over a decade which implies these plans against you and your family had been ongoing. Dahlia's testimony confirmed the dark Jedi sought revenge against both you and Lady Masterton. This vengeance extended to anyone associated with you."

"So it seems, yes."

Iver's voice grows deeper.

"Then what makes you believe there are not others out there waiting to finish the job? Your daughter may have slain the dark Jedi but that does not mean the plans ended with her life."

"I never said I believed that," Rutherford replies evenly. "We will investigate every avenue to ensure the threat has passed."

"See that you do. Despite our profitable turn with the downfall of the Federation, I would hate for the Board to view you as too great a liability. As part of a whole, what affects one affects us all. Keep that in mind."

Iver leaves him and returns to the main chamber, leaving Rutherford to his thoughts. Janessa appears behind him.

"Is everything alright? I thought it went very well."

He turns, "Yes, it did."

"But Aguilar is not convinced?"

"Not entirely, no. When you return to Chandaar, I will send a personal security detail with you. It may not be a bad idea to have Counselor Corinthos request one from the Republic as well."

Janessa frowns, flashing back to the dinner conversation from a few days ago. Kylie said Kaytt suspected everyone with personal or professional attachments to The Four may be targets.

"Why? You think we are still in danger?"

"It's just a precaution. We owe you the benefits of feeling secure given all that's happened. I would appreciate it if you did not protest."

"Of course, I understand. Thank you and your wife for the hospitality. I'll be leaving soon to capitalize on our unique opportunities."

"Good girl," he says, smiling.

Janessa shakes his hand, turns and leaves the room.

Rutherford stares after her, wondering if Iver was right. There is really no way to know for certain if the threat is gone or just hiding beneath the surface as it had done for so long before.



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Re: CC: Corporate Greed
« Reply #44 on: December 17, 2013, 02:44:36 PM »
Corporate Sector

D'ian: Surface: Gellar Estate

Everything has seemingly returned to the way it was. Rutherford remained on Etti IV dealing with the company business and Celeste resumed her practice. This left Kylie and Garron in charge of the household once again. The only difference is they have Circe as a houseguest.

The Counselor remains disillusioned toward the Republic and uncertain of her future. She had spent most of her formative years building a career that helped people whether it was on Chandaar or those worlds seeking admission into the Republic who needed an empathetic ear as their society transitioned. How quickly they turned on her. Everyone had in the beginning. A part of her cannot really lay blame due mostly to the overwhelming evidence against her. What were they supposed to think? Save for Kaytt Corinthos, the public at large was ready to sacrifice her and Janessa. She shutters to imagine their fates had Dahlia Winton not entered that courtroom.

Now Circe struggles with her next step. Where does she go from here? Fences had been mended between her, Garron and the Gellar-Masterton's. No ill will exists and for that she is grateful. Still she wonders what other evils lurk within the shadows. She feels foolish for having been manipulated for so long without even the slightest inclination but she supposed that was the point. Circe had chosen a side and was being punished by someone who wanted Rutherford Gellar and Celeste Masterton to suffer. Her brother does not think this is over and she would have to agree, given what Melanie had confided in her all those years ago.

The Four had the proverbial wool pulled over their eyes for quite some time before anyone caught on. Melanie was given the prophecy at fifteen and, despite the efforts of the Jedi, had no real comprehension of the intensity or scope. The players continued to move across the board at the merciless direction of another. Even with the information she had, Melanie was still a player in that game. And that's what it was to him – to Alexander Winton – a game.

Who else carries on the torch of those lies?

Her mind is pulled back to the Republic and the current state of things on Chandaar. The Force-user Registration Act is as startling as it is reprehensible. That kind of blatant and paranoid control had not been used since the days of the Galactic Empire. To see it in play now with the Republic makes her feel as though the tide is turning. This road would lead to darkness.

In this knowledge she finds her calling.

Circe gathers her things and calls for a transport.

Garron finds her standing by the door.

"Going so soon?"

"I've got work to do."

"Circe, you've been through a trauma and its okay to take some time."

"There may not be time."

Garron crosses his arms, "What do you mean?"

"You said this wasn't over."

"Yes, I did."

"And do you believe it?"

"Yes."

"Then whoever did this to us could still be out there pulling the strings."

"What kind of strings?"

Circe hesitates, knowing she may risk sounding insane.

"It will require some investigation but the registration act may be part of it."

"It seems the public is on board and it would be nearly impossible to influence that many people."

"I'm not denying there is worry or panic. Clearly there is a danger of misuse but that danger has always existed. Any weapon in the wrong hands can be dangerous. The Force is no different. This kind of legislation could bring on the same kind of fear and discrimination that the Empire had against other species. The mob mentality can easily take this too far. The last thing we want is for suspected Force users to be dragged into the streets."

Garron nods, "Okay, I'm following you. The general public doesn't have the best track record of exercising rationale in crisis. But what does that have to do with what happened to you?"

"I've been thinking a lot about it. The Republic has been on my mind a lot these days and given all that's happened I find myself questioning my place in it all. After you mentioned the kidnapping and our manipulations may not be the end, I got to thinking about why this anti-Force sentiment took hold so strongly and in such a short amount of time. The Republic has always had a good relationship with the Jedi and for them to turn so ferociously rings false to me."

"From what I hear the Jedi has been practically useless."

"Admittedly, they had grown more secretive over the years but to suddenly assume it's because of some larger, nefarious purpose seems a bit of a stretch. What happened to Janessa and I was done by a single individual so far as we know. That threat shouldn't extend to an entire sub-population. My colleagues in Chandaar say the Speaker has grown cold and aggressive. This is not the Shale Apteen I know. He is decisive, yes but has always held a reasonable temperament."

"People change, Circe."

She takes on a more mocking tone.

"That's right; they behave strangely and do out of character things all the time. Say, like, transfer illegal funds or murder an Inspector."

"Wait, what are you suggesting? That the Speaker of the Republic Senate has been compromised by a Force user?"

"I have no proof of that," Circe says, shrugging. "But I do know this registration act violates the civil rights of many upstanding Republic citizens, citizens I was sworn to protect. That's why I'm going back. I'm going to stop this nonsense and find out what's really going on."

"I don't mean to burst your altruistic bubble, sister but it's already been passed in the Senate."

"Passed but not fully implemented. The law is structured in waves over a larger timeline. If there is enough support for an appeal, we can get it overturned."

Garron sighs, "If this is what you feel you have to do, I support you. That doesn't mean I won't worry. Just because you no longer play the role whoever did this wanted to you play doesn't mean you aren't still a target."

"I'll be careful."

He pulls her into an embrace and she holds on tight.

"You better be."

One of the droids signal that the transport has arrives. Circe picks up her suitcase and moves to the open door. Garron calls after her.

"Don't be a stranger."

Circe turns, flashing a smile.

"I won't. Goodbye, Garron."

He stands on the wide stone steps as she boards the transport. It idles momentarily on the platform before lifting off and ascending into the overcast sky. Garron knows she's fully capable of handling herself but something about their situation makes him suspicious and uneasy. Like Circe, Garron does not have any proof that this goes beyond the dead dark Jedi that Dahlia killed.

It's just a feeling.

And he doesn't need the Force for that.


-TBC
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