"Thoughts and Phrases"
Kal'Aran - Jedi Master
Alisson Blair - Royal Messenger / Spy
Location: Royal Palace, Arcadia
Date: Thaniss 1, 3 ABY
Alisson was with her Master, Kal'Aran. Apparently, as she had been told
after coming back from Tatooine and having passed her test, she was soon to
become full Jedi. This came as somewhat curious to Alisson since she never
thought of herself as so close to being granted the status of a Jedi
herself. She had always been a Padawan for as long as she could remember and
Kal'Aran her master and her friend.
Alas, she knew he would always be her Master, at least to her, even if he
would have little or nothing more to teach. They were now together, after
having dined together. The evening was quiet and calm, and the outside of
the royal palace had an amazing scenery that she had always liked.
"What is on your mind child?" Kal'Aran asked patiently, knowing Alisson was
thoughtful that night.
"I was wondering about the past. It seems only the other day I started my
training and now you tell me I have little more to learn. I realise I have
learned much but..."
"Calm down, Alisson," Kal'Aran interrupted. "It is normal to be anxious.
Things have developed fast, yes, but you are indeed ready. And I have little
more to teach you. The rest you shall learn on your own."
"But in Tatooine, in the cave I..." she began explaining.
"What you saw in there you must keep for your own self. Do not worry for you
passed the test. This I know..." he interrupted once more. He then turned to
her. "Alisson, you are the only Padawan I ever had and I am proud of you.
You have done well over the years and become quite wise as I hoped you
would."
Alisson smiled and calmed down. She had been a little bit nervous but
overall she knew she was ready for the next step and if Kal'Aran was
confident as well, it was all that she ever needed to know. She trusted her
Master and his advice and opinion more than anyone else's. Even High Prince
Airan who was like a father to her.
"I shall try and do my best to keep all that I have learned through you,
Master Kal'Aran," she assured him.
"And you shall do very well I am sure. Alisson, I too was eager and nervous
when I was where you stand now in your training. Adi Galia, a great Jedi
woman who belonged to the council gave me advice then. She told me that who
you are is defined through your actions," Kal'Aran told Alisson.
"The future is what you make of it..." she agreed. "Thank you for reassuring
me. I do feel confident about myself and my capabilities. But to have little
more to learn..."
"A life is full of lessons. Jedi or not you will always be subject to
learning through life itself and what it brings. And even as a Jedi you will
encounter things which are not easily surpassed," he corrected her.
"You speak of the Dark Side of the Force, Master..."
"Humm..." he nodded. "I can tell you that certain things they are trained
in you do not use. And likewise the other way around. For instance they
train in deflecting blaster shots through the use of the Force."
"Then what are the differences?" Alisson asked.
"Many differences... They chose a quicker way, but learn less control over
emotions. Less trained in confronting their fears. Susceptible to mental
suggestions," Kal'Aran explained.
"I see. So training is that much different," she concluded. She had never
given too much thought about the Dark Side even though it was to be
respected as an opposing force to what she standed for. "Where was your
test?" she asked her Master.
"A similar one to yours, mine was in Ilum. A place where, in the old days,
Padawans were taken to. There you could not only see visions but collect
crystals that are part of the heart of a lightsaber."
"So these are not the original..." she concluded looking to her own saber.
"The one you constructed is very similar. I gave you the crystals to put
them in. The difference is that the older ones have bursts of light and
force. One needs to learn and control these."
"Yours... Your Lightsaber is that way?!" she asked him.
"Indeed... More unstable perhaps, but can be an advantage." He nodded.
"Come Alisson, it is late and you should rest as should I..." And with that
they both left the gardens.
"Plans For Happiness"
By: Kaysa Zenarr- Owner of Zenarr Inc.
Rennor Karradas- Owner of the New Plouton Spaceport
Location: New Plouton Spaceport - Karradas Executive Offices
Date: Thaniss 1, 3ABY
***
Two days. It had been two days since her engagement to Rennor, two days
since
she discovered her son was deathly ill, and two days since she felt her
heart begin to go numb. She hadn't even attempted to contact Merrick,
nor had she heard from him. She sat in her office for hours staring at her
vidlink and trying to gather the courage to comm him, but the stubborn,
nagging voice in her head kept telling her to let go, to just move on. After
hours of gazing into a blank screen, Kaysa finally decided to give in and
abandon all thoughts of contacting Merrick.
Although consciously she'd let him go, the other voice in her head, the
quiet, timid one that always managed to get drowned out by the more dominant
voice, somehow squeaked out some subconscious suggestion, one that sent her
wandering through New Plouton and towards the White Noise. She'd planned
on only walking by and not putting herself into a position where Merrick
would be able to see her, but as she slowed her pace and glanced at the
club, she realized there was no risk of any accidental rendezvous.
She felt her knees buckling beneath her and a tide of anxiety washing over
her as she saw the sign hanging outside of the club, one that had, only days
ago, boasted the honour of having Merrick Braston appear on their stage, but
now had some New Plouton unknown in his place. She rushed over
unsteadily, and burst through the doors of the club not knowing what she was
doing in there or what she hoped to find. Had Merrick merely picked up and
left New Plouton for good? Kaysa couldn't bear the thought of that and as
the bartender pointed her in the direction of a sullen-looking man sitting
at a table, she feared the worst.
"Cancelled all his shows?" she asked in disbelief as Chrik, already lost in
a cloud of smoke, took another puff
of his cigarra.
"Yeah, the bastard just left me hanging to rot," he answered in a gruff
voice.
He'd departed without a moment's notice. She tried to pry more
information from him, but Chrik's face turned red and he began salivating
ferally at
even the mention of Merrick. Kaysa took that as her cue to leave, but as
she headed for the doorway in an almost catatonic state, her legs veered her
off course and led her to the door leading backstage. She had no awareness
of where she was going or why she was wandering backstage, but something was
pulling her along and curiosity prevented her from turning back.
As she reached her destination, she scanned the hallway for onlookers and
slowly creeped into Merrick's old private dressing room. She felt the tears
welling up in her eyes as his lingering scent immediately bombarded her, and
her body began to convulse as the grief took hold again. She staggered over
to his clothing rack, then his display of instruments scattered around the
room.
Her fingers left no area untouched and her nose took in even the faintest
scent from Merrick's clothing. She absorbed herself in anything that
reminded her of Merrick, but as the longing for him became unbearable, she
rushed out of the room in a loud fit of sobbing.
She wandered for an hour after that, making her way through New Plouton
aimlessly as she tried to, once again, escape any memory of Merrick, but
everywhere she turned, he was there. Work hadn't been able to occupy her
mind, nor had drowning her sorrows in liquor, but she knew one important
matter would demand her full attention, one that would definitely push
Merrick to the background, for a little while at least.
Karradas Industries, the future partner of Zenarr Inc. if she had her way,
as well as the
company owned by her fiancé, the man who would indirectly save her son's
life. She shuddered at that thought, the thought that she would ever be
indebted to Rennor or to anyone for that matter. Yet, if she manipulated
him
out of his money, she would have no one to commend for saving her son but
herself. Rennor was merely the source of the money, but it was her hard work
and cunning that would get it from him.
She walked past the rows upon rows of docked ships, one of her own docked
there as well, but with the upcoming merger, she wouldn't have to worry
about docking fees anymore. Once she was married, everything would run
smoothly and things for once might just go her way.
She centered her
thoughts as she approached the door to Rennor's office, and wound them
tightly so none of them could stray and find Merrick's smiling face, causing
her nothing but grief once again. She wiped away any trace of the tears she
had been shedding and ran a hand through her unkempt hair. She was to be the
wife of a very prominent man and looking presentable was her duty. Besides,
she couldn't further seduce him if she looked a mess.
Kaysa hit the doorchime and smiled as she awaited Rennor's permittance to
enter. Smiling was the only way to mask the frown that was forcing its way
onto her face, and frowning would only lead him to ask questions to which
Kaysa wasn't in the mood to provide answers. She would pine for Merrick, but
not while she had important matters to attend to. "Rennor?" she called out,
hitting the doorchime again. "What? Is your fiancée no longer allowed to
visit you at work?"
Rennor approached the door and opened it. When he saw Kaysa on the other
side, his mouth swept up into a smile. "Kaysa," he said. "You are always
welcome here. Now, come in and tell me why I am so happily graced by your
presence at this hour."
"What? I need a reason to visit my fiancé? I couldn't concentrate on work
and so I decided to come and visit the source of my distractions," Kaysa
replied as slipped from Rennor's embrace and sank into his chair. "So, are
you busy?"
"I am never too busy for my lovely fiancée," Rennor said with a
grin. "Here, I'll sit in my chair, and then you can sit on my lap."
"Sit in your lap? I thought you had to work, my love? Or is this your idea
of work?" Kaysa laughed and looked up at Rennor as he approached. "So
that's what you do all day! You sit in your office entertaining
gorgeous women while your ever faithful, unsuspecting wife-to-be sits lazily
all day in her office dreaming of her fiancé." Kaysa smiled and rose from
the chair, motioning to it with her eyes. "It's all
yours...as am I," she said with a suggestive wink.
"I always have time for you, my darling," Rennor said. "And, I must say
you do look quite beautiful today." His grinned turned seductive. "How
about I lock the door, and we play Corporate Takeover?" He sat in the
chair, and motioned for her to sit in his lap. "So, I take it you're busy
yourself today. I think we should go out on the town tonight. I want to
make you smile; you do have a beautiful smile."
"There's no need to flatter me, Rennor. You've already won me, remember? Or
maybe the absence of a ring on my finger has caused you to forget all about
our engagement." Kaysa laughed and wagged her fingers at Rennor,
emphasizing
the finger upon which her new, opulent ring should have been sitting. "When
do
you plan on making the announcement? I assume you'll want to tell all of
New Plouton about the happy event to come."
"Oh, most definitely," Rennor said. "Perhaps we can spend the afternoon
shopping for our wedding bands? My assistant will send out the
announcements at the end of the day. And, then we can start planning for
the big day. How does that sound?"
"That sounds perfect," Kaysa replied happily as her arms slipped around
Rennor's waist. "Are you done here? I'm tired of waiting. Let's go now,"
she
said excitedly. "And when we finish that, maybe we can discuss a little
matter I've had on my mind," Kaysa said softly as she began laying kisses on
Rennor's neck.
Rennor laughed and slipped a hand into her lap. "Well, I know what I have
on my mind," he said.
"I didn't know you had such a dirty mind, Danin," Kaysa teased as she
shifted in his lap and slowly began wriggling over his groin. "Fine,
shopping then we can talk about a little business matter I had in mind," she
whispered
seductively into his ear. She definitely felt a hardness on her rear coming
from Rennor's crotch and she couldn't help but chuckle softly. "Or maybe
you'd rather discuss the little matter of a merger I had in mind first."
"A merger," Rennor said as he let his hand dip between Kaysa's thighs. "I
like mergers. I live for mergers. Let's merge, Kaysa. Let's
merge." With that, he started pleasuring her with his hands.
Kaysa closed her eyes and gripped Rennor's shoulders as she forced back a
moan. "Rennor...you're feisty today." Kaysa gasped as a jolt of pleasure
hit
her, causing her body to jerk forward against Rennor. "You're far more
experienced than you let on, Rennor. How many women have you been with?"
Kaysa asked in a strained voice, fighting back shrieks and loud whimpers.
"Now that would be telling," Rennor said with a laugh. "But...it
was...twenty. Twenty women. That's how many I've been with."
"Twenty?" Kaysa repeated, trying to manage a look of disbelief despite the
contented smile that was plastered onto her face as Rennor's hands continued
to work. "In your entire life?" Kaysa laughed and began undoing his shirt,
trailing kisses along his neck. "The way your hands move, I'd say you've had
many more women than that," Kaysa said as she pushed Rennor's opened shirt
away from his shoulders and moved her kisses to his chest.
"Well, yes. Twenty. Well, twenty-one now, if I include you."
Kaysa nibbled gently on Rennor's nipples but pulled her mouth away quickly
as
she gave a short, yet quite loud, cry. She let her head fall back and pushed
her hips into Rennor's groin as she moaned softly. "And would it bother you
if I'm just as experienced?" she asked.
"Well, it depends on just what that past involved," Rennor said. "But, I
think I would not be able to find fault. It's us that matters, Kaysa. Not
what's come before. Just you and me."
After a few moments of laying still against Rennor and catching her breath,
Kaysa gave him a gentle kiss and slid from his lap. "I'm not ashamed of my
past, Rennor," Kaysa said as she began gathering her clothing from the
floor.
"In fact, I doubt if you'd be so attracted to me if I weren't as experienced
as I am." Kaysa smiled and began slipping on her clothing, starting with her
shirt, which she let hang open as she proceeded to put on her pants. She
knew the sight of her bare breasts was an enticing one to Rennor and she
needed him to be distracted if she was going to be able to negotiate with
him. "So, Rennor, I've been seriously thinking about a merger...of a
different kind," she said with a smile. "You said you were interested so we
should probably discuss terms and if the proposal sounds amenable to you, we
can draw up a contract now."
"What are the terms of this merger," Rennor asked. "I can have the
contract written up by tomorrow morning."
Kaysa cleared her throat and moved to the chair across from Rennor's. She
slowly crossed her legs as she gazed at Rennor with a hint of a smile on her
face. She hadn't even really thought of the contract and felt herself
unprepared to discuss terms with him. It needed to be done, however, and
although she would have preferred to have done it during sex, she figured
he'd be just as pliant now as he would have been then. "Well, firstly,
Zenarr Inc. will remain mine and Karrenda Industries will be yours. That
will never be disputed and should be stated clearly in the contract that
neither of us shares ownership of the others' business."
"That is agreeable," Rennor said. "Continue."
"Ok, well, we'll have to decide on a way to split profits evenly and fairly.
Creds will be flowing back and forth between us and we've gotta make sure it
goes where it's supposed to." Kaysa took a deep breath and shifted in her
chair. She knew her next proposal might not go down well with Rennor, but it
would take more than just two months to amass a large enough increase in
profits for her to afford the operation. She needed some of what Rennor had,
and she needed it soon. "Although ownership of Karradas Industries still
belongs to you," Kaysa began as she ran her fingers along her chest slowly,
giving Rennor something pleasant to focus on so he wouldn't be too taken
aback by her proposal, "I want a ten percent share in the business, just as
you'll get a share of Zenarr Inc. I know it would mean more of a partnership
than a merger, but that's not the case. I will have no say in how Karradas
Industries is run, and the same will be true for you and Zenarr
Inc. This just ensures that each of us is responsible for making certain
both our businesses run smoothly and effectively. I know if I owned a share
in Karradas Industries, I'd do everything in my power to make certain it
thrived. After all, it would, in a sense, be partly mine and people normally
care more about something if they know they've got a stake in it."
Rennor laughed. "I love you dearly," he said, "but I don't love you enough
to just give my business away. If you're going to want ten percent of my
business. How about this, I take fifty percent of Zenarr's profits over
five years, and you can take ten percent of Karradas Industries. That's
more than fair, I think. Don't you, my darling?"
"By then it'll be too late," Kaysa said in an inaudible whisper. She stared
at the ground trying to think of another angle to use. Two years would be
two years too late for her son. "Look, Rennor ten percent doesn't
necessarily
mean ten percent of your income. Ten percent means Karradas industries pays
for my couriers' fuel, docking fees, ship repairs,
meanwhile, the rest goes to me. Keeping up those ships costs me alot in a
year and since the money my couriers bring in is just as much yours now,
it's only fair that you provide for those side costs. I merely get
whatever's left over."
Rennor nodded. "Very well. How about this: I pay for four new ships for
you, and can provide fueling, docking, and repair fees. How does that
sound?"
Kaysa pursed her lips and crossed her arms over her chest. He was a stubborn
businessman and his terms were
not working in her favour. "So what you're suggesting is that you pay for
the
upkeep of my ships and I merely get an allowance from you every week that
eventually adds up to 40 million creds? I was sort of thinking a little more
longterm than that, Rennor. I mean, what happens when that 40 million runs
out? I'm left with nothing but the income from Zenarr Inc., which is now
getting split with you. I'm saying that I want a piece of Karradas Inc. as
a silent partner. As I said, I would have no say in what goes on, but I
would help feed money into your company, courtesy of Zenarr Inc., and in the
end, I get a little something in return. Surely that's reasonable, Rennor."
"I am a businessman, Kaysa. This is my life. With our deal, I will help
increase the profitability of Zenarr Inc, and with that, I will place ten
percent of Karradas' earnings into a fund, which will purchase ten percent
interest in Karradas' stock. How does that sound?"
"And this fund you speak of, will I be able to access the money whenever I
choose? There won't be any restrictions, I'm assuming." Kaysa was growing
suspicious the longer they deliberated. It appeared Rennor was giving her
part of what she wanted, but she was wary of his intentions. Just as she was
trying to screw him over, she suspected he was attempting to do the same to
her in the long run. "Tell me, Rennor," Kaysa began as she gazed at him
intently, "with this deal of ours, our companies are basically one company
for at least five years, correct? I don't mean to sound pessimistic, but
what happens if things don't work out between us?"
"Of course," Rennor said. "I will give you an account with a monthly
balance of one million credits...for shopping and those other things you
women love so much. You can't lose in this deal, my love. It will be
perfect."
"Rennor," Kaysa said softly, "I think I can agree to that, but I have one
final thing to ask of you."
"Yes, my love," Rennor said.
"I know that once we're married, I won't want for anything," Kaysa began.
"I know
an engagement is a type of contract, but I need more than that, Rennor. I
need to know you won't abandon me."
"I would never do such a thing," Rennor said. "And, how do I know you
won't leave me? What sort of arrangement shall we make to ensure that we
stay commited to this?"
"Well, it may
sound rather crude, but we put it in the contract. We can add a stipulation
to the merger contract whereby if either of us runs out on the other before
or after we're married, the fledgling forfeits control of their company to
the other. I mean, our businesses would both retain their names and we'd
still own them separately, but the one who was left in the dust gains
complete control of the other's business assets, income...everything. I
doubt either of us are planning on skipping out on the other, so we have
nothing to worry about, right?" Kaysa asked with a smile.
Rennor nodded. "We shall put it in our marriage contract then. And, then
neither of us can leave without great financial loss."
"Well, this is just a reassurance, for my sake. You know I'm not very
trusting, so I just needed something to boost my confidence. Now that I know
you won't leave me, especially not at the risk of handing control of
Karradas Industries over to a lowly woman, I think we can proceed with
that...merger." Kaysa grinned at Rennor as she rose from her chair and
sauntered over towards him, while peeling off her clothing. "Shall we
finalize the contract, my
dear?" she asked, with a sultry smile.
"Oh yes, my sweet love," Rennor said with a wide grin as he began on his own
clothes. "Let us complete
this merger." When she was within reach, Rennor pulled her down onto his
lap and thrust himself inside her. Fortunately, his face was turned away as
Kaysa yawned. But,
what he didn't know didn't hurt him. In any event, he was having a good
time, and he knew he had arranged for a winning deal. Life was looking
good for Rennor Karradas.
"Back Home, Part 1"
By: Alisson Blair - Royal Messenger/Hitwoman/Spy
Kal'Aran - Jedi Master
Location: Tae'Karadan Space; Royal Palace of Arcadia
Date: Thaniss 1, 3 ABY
***
The trip back had been done again without much hassle
up until they reached the blockade. Once more, Alisson
came out of lightspeed at a rather safe distance and
set the cloaking of her Slave II vessel so that radars
wouldn't pick them at all. And even if they had been
monitored, they would now seem, at best, a pile of
space debris. It would be to doubt that the Empire
would send a fleet to check that out.
Still, she didn't want to risk having to step into
confrontation with the Empire. There were just too
many stories she had heard about imperial TIE's all
over like fireflies. And they were known to have good
pilots, although so did the Rebels...
As it were, she was able to pass unnoticed and the
closest patrol came at too much a distance to try and
use sensors or even make out that it was a ship. She
used her thrusters at a minimum only to keep a slight
movement towards the planet.
As a surprise, suddently came a small patrol of two
TIE Interceptors. It seemed they had been sent to
check debris heading towards the planet, which could
be held as odd. Surely enough they would at least get
a glimpse that it was a starship at a point, so the
best chance was to make a run for it. Fighting would
just make them lose time and surely more TIE's would
come for backup.
She set the thrusters at maximum and called in for
Tae'Morad backup. As they neared the planetary shielding
the TIE's were getting closer. Luckily enough the
Tae'Morad were incoming also and the TIE's broke
their formation and headed back. It had been a close
call.
Setting the Slave II in the royal palace, they both
disembarked. Kal'Aran placed his hand on Alisson's
shoulder and smiled briefly. "That was a close call
back there, but you have become a good pilot indeed
and wise enough to call for backup."
"The Slave II is powerful but if I was able to avoid
having to go against the TIE's and not lose time..." She nodded.
"Indeed..." Kal'Aran smiled. "I am sure High Prince Airan would be
pleased to see you. Tell him you succeeded in the test
and know that soon you shall be a fully trained Jedi."
"Thank you Master Kal'Aran. Perhaps we could dine
together later on?!"
"That would be a delight."
And with that, Alisson left her Master towards the
palace. She was glad with herself and never thought
she could tame her powers and keep her calm as well as
she had back in Tatooine. But under pressure she had
overcome what has set in her way. She wondered how the
situation was back with the blockade and all.
"Back Home, Part 2"
By: Alisson Blair - Royal Messenger/Spy
High Prince Valreth- Ruler of Tae'Karada
Location: Royal Palace, Arcadia
Date: Thaniss 1, 3 ABY
***
Alisson made her way around the palace. It felt good to be back home and even the corridors of the palace, empty aside from the guards here and there, were quite welcoming. This was indeed home, even if she knew she had little to do with Tae'Karadan traditions, which came as somewhat strange since she had been raised in court.
She wanted to see High Prince Valreth, report to him formally that she was back and had passed her test. Alas, she was not dressed for the occasion, and it was proper that she took the time to arrange herself. For this occasion she would even dress courtly, even though she preferred her clothing in which she felt more like her own self.
Still, she went to her quarters and undressed. A bath seemed most relaxing and she liked that idea. She had her bath prepared with natural oils and scents. It felt good and most relaxing indeed and she stayed there for quite some time. She then came out and dried herself. She had a droid do her hair in a stylish way, partly pulled upwards with some pearls as decoration.
Dressing herself in a see-through light blue silk skirt she wore white knee-high boots and a silver necklace with a diamond pendant. Part of her hair fell frontwards to her breasts, covering them slightly.
She left her room and asked for the High Prince. She made way to his presence and smiled as she approached him, bowing and kissing his hand as she took it. She knew he was probably surprised to see her dressed courtly as she never used to.
"Your Highness..." she nodded.
"Good day, young Alisson," the high prince said, a hint of a smile playing at his lips. "We are happy to see you returned to us. You look quite beautiful. We are pleased to see that you have chosen to accept our customs, and dress...as a woman should."
"Thank you for the kind compliment..." she replied somewhat shyly. "I wanted to let you know personally of my return. Master Kal'Aran wanted me to let you know I passed my test and will soon be a fully trained Jedi."
She paused and thought about the visions in the cave she had seen. The image of High Prince Valreth murdering her father... No, this was the Dark Side, deceiving and manipulating. She loved Airan like a father, and indeed he had been one to her.
"May I ask how the situation with the blockade is?" Alisson asked. "I was chased and had to outrun some TIE Interceptors. With the aid of my distance from them and the help of the Tae'Morad guards I was able to make it pass though."
"The Imperial blockade still stands, and they are cutting off all traffic to this planet. Many have died trying to get through. It saddens us greatly at such wasteful loss. If they force an attack upon us, then we will have little option but to choose to side with the Rebellion. My dear Kalaira has offered to meet with Admiral Tarkin, to negotiate peace. You will be assigned to her guard, one hundred Tae'Morad. The meeting will take place here. Though, be very careful. The Emperor would gladly snuff out your life as he has so many others, now that you are fully trained."
She smiled. "I am not a fully trained Jedi yet your Majesty, but soon shall be. As for the Emperor, it is better if I am trained or might I fall into his hands. I believe I can protect myself now..." She sighed and nodded to Airan slightly. "When is Admiral Tarkin to be expected here amongst us?"
"He will meet with the high princess in a few more days, once the details have been arranged." He looked her over again, appraising the supple flesh displayed through the equadi. "As we understand, the Jedi Code forbids you to act in the capacity as our assassin. How will you now serve us as a Jedi?"
She was somewhat surprised to hear the question. After all Airan had been the first one to agree that she should be trained in the Jedi ways when Kal'Aran requested so. "I shall serve you in every way I can protecting you and the rest of the royal family which has become my family too over the years."
She took a couple of paces away randomly. "I cannot take a life unnecessarily, but I shall not let one be taken either... And my training makes me quite a good diplomat," she added.
Airan nodded his approval. "You are as one with this house, and the royal line, Alisson Blair," he said. "You have always served us and ours well. We will make use of your skills as a diplomat; however we would wish that you be fitted with a subdermal microphone so that you may be always in communication with Kalaira. If the High Princess should find herself in danger, we would wish for you to know of it immediately. If you sense any Force-attuned threats, then you may give our wife a warning. This will be done, as We have proclaimed it."
"I will protect the High Princess as I would protect you in that same situation... But I believe there is no need for an internal microphone. If I feel any danger I can still warn the High Princess telepathically through the Force. My training allows me to do so," Alisson replied, not liking the idea of having something implanted on her.
"Then We place High Princess Kalaira's safety in your hands." He gave a nod of finality. "Will there be anything else you require of Us, Alisson?"
Alisson smiled. High Prince Airan was a good man and she knew that he worried for those whom he loved. "I know that your Highness, but as of the moment that would be all. I shall be with Master Kal'Aran until the High Princess is ready for her meeting," she informed. She then kissed the High Prince's hand again, courtly and left.
"Repercussions"
By: Admiral Tarkin - Imperial Sector General
Location: Tae'Remok System
Date: Thaniss 1, 3 ABY
***
He was in the bridge, watching the movement on the fleet he had gathered for
this purpose. A grandious fleet for a task that would serve the Empire
greatly, he was sure. This was a key system for a point of ending in the
civil war.
The Imperial Star Destroyers forming the blockade made quite the scenery and
squadrons of TIE's could be seen leaving docking bays to scout the area and
make sure no star vessel or person would get past it, and towards the
planet.
With his hands folded behind his back, he frowned and thought about the
repercussions that would surely happen accordingly to the actions. The
meeting with High Prince Airan did not go well at all, but this was
something that this young High Prince would learn as well, at his own costs.
But this was not what ticked the Admiral the most. There was a Rebel fleet
setting up, for sure. Even if they had set back at the arrival of the
Nemesis, they were sure to try and strike back. And then there were other
things to be considered. Surely the Rebels would try and take advantage of
the less empowered fleets in the nearby systems. Try and win some more
terrain for their cause.
This did Tarkin know, and so did the Emperor. But they were minor casulties
for a bigger ending. Or at least this was what Palpatine had told him.
Apparently, there were bigger things to be gained under a loss of some
systems that could later be gained back.
The Communications officer approached Tarkin, who stood at the top bridge.
"Sir, I have just received confirmation from the fleet in the Ploorad
System. They were attacked by Rebels. The battle was lost and so was the
command over the planet."
"Very well, officer..." Tarkin nodded. So, he had indeed been right. Alas,
the Rebels had attacked sooner than he had foreseen. Well, he'd make sure
that they would suffer at his own hands later on. For now he had more
pressing matters to attend to.
The Admiral turned to the Communications Officer before he could return to
his post. "Lieutenant, I am sure that there are bounty hunters in this
system. I want them tracked down and a profile handed over to me. See to it
personally."
And before the Lieutenant could answer anything at all, Tarkin left the
bridge over to his chambers.