Log:Gun Meets Pen
Gun Meets Pen
OOC Date: April 13, 2020
Location: Chandrila
Participants: Ambrosia Greystorm, Aryn Cole, Septima Carnine, Aras Khan, The New Republic, The Resistance
Senate Building - Chandrila
The Senate Building is one of the largest complexes in the city of Hanna. It is a tower skyscraper with a bulbous base that is surrounded by a plaza area loaded with statues of famous Republic figures from history, as well as park areas.
The building itself is extensive on it inside with multiple stories all dedicated to individual star systems and their personal office spaces.
The Senate itself meets in a large chamer that is beneath the ground level. It is similar to the senate complex on Coruscant, except on a smaller level. Most senate members are choosing not to appear in person for senate meetings, and instead appear in holo-gram form as they feel it is safer to do so based on recent history.
The Chancellor's dias remains at the center of the room, allowing the Chancellor to watch and address any of the star system speakers who are currently addressing the senate.Aryn Cole arrives from Senate Landing.
[Ambrosia Greystorm]
General Greystorm is standing as upright as any human possibly can, giving the impression she's just some misplaced statue left as an eyesore to this glossy, glorious lobby. The keen of eye miiiight note that her heels scarce touch the ground, as it were, indicating her weight is distributed to MOVE at a moment's notice. Fingers interlace loosely at the low of her back, away from the sidearm. Flexing. Fists...relax. Fists....relax. Her equivalent of a toe tap.
Whereas posture is statuesque, Greystorm's flinty stare is more reminiscent of some creepy painting. It looks like it's gazing into nothingness, but you can swear on your gram that it's tracking your every move. Fortunately, there is a young, fresh faced Princess here to soften the edge! Maybe.
"Care to wager on the of the complexity of the lies woven, so far?" she murmurs, cocking one brow aside to Aryn.
[Septima Carnine]
Someone had been sent out to bring a Senator and there was one that came hurrying in when they were told that there were visitors. The tallish brunette woman is Septima Carnine and she looks ABSOLUTELY WORRIED that something is wrong. She is not dressed like a Senator. There's no intricate flowing robes or high gloss makeup. She looks like a plain jane worker in a simple dressed and flats. She's beautiful of course, but it's down played. She hurries over towards Ambrosia and Aryn, "I am sorry that I was not here to greet you." she tells them with a bow. "I'm Septima Carnine. How can I help?" she asks as she folds her hands in front of her to keep from fidgeting.
[Aryn Cole]
Aryn Cole, the fresh faced Alderaanian Princess, is standing beside the stalwart General though not nearly as disciplined. She is a caped woman, dressed in fine clothing and tunics with tall boots and a thick belt and sash about her waist. A pennent broach fastens her cape over her shoulders, tying an ensemble of white, green, brown, and bronze/gold together that marked her for House Cole. To Amber's offer, the smaller girl, which Aryn did look the part of a girl, offered a crooked grin.
"I suspect it to be a wager that I would lose, General. You can't count the lies of a pathological liar; you'd lose count."
When Septima arrived, Aryn grew quiet and locked her hands together, stationing them at her back. This inadvertantly tugged her cape back to reveal the presence of a curved lightsaber hilt fastened upon her belt. It was not an ornate thing, but judging from its smudged and weathered look, it had seen action. "You are forgiven, Madame Senator. You've the pleasure of meeting General Ambrosia Greystorm of the Galactic Resistance. I am Dr. Aryn Cole." She dips her head slightly, then gestures for the General to take charge; as she often does.
[Aras Khan]
Making his way into the senate building after those he was conversing with outside have departed, Senator Khan spots the important gathering and makes his way over to join Senator Carnine. The white skinned Mon Cal raises a long fingered hand in greeting to Aryn and Amber, "My sincere apologies for being late, and my attire." he gestures to his own clothing, "I have been volunteering with the cleanup, and have not had time to find attire befitting a senator." he smiles warmly to the pair, "I am still working hard to make sure I am befitting the same title. Senator Khan, of Dac." he looks between the two women he has yet to meet, and spots at least one more lightsaber.
[Ambrosia Greystorm]
It's no secret, what Ambrosia thinks of 'politicians', in general. Not before the New Republic demilitarized itself and bared its throat....certainly not after. But this is a new begining - it is what so many, including Mothma and Organa, fought and died for. So. When this plainclothes version comes bustling in to so humbly make their acquaintance, the general does the polite thing and reciprocates.
Unpainted lips quirk into a close-lipped, lopsided smile. It's not that she means to be smirky all the time, it's that the facial muscles on her left side aren't as cooperative as they were, pre-Sullust. But this one...this /might/ contain a hint of a smirk. It's in the twinkle of an eye, other brow risen in silence when Aryn introduce's herself as Doctor. Very well.
"Senators Carinine and Khan, please be assured of the veracity of my claim when I say the pleasure is all mine..." There's a growly, gravelly undertone to her contralto purr and chin bows while hands unfold to motion out to her sides. "Is there somewhere we might speak in confidence? Your cohorts being welcome, of course. I promise not to tie up too much of your time. I'm sure thee's much to do yet in the way of refortification....inside as well as out. So very sorry about the orchard and our...mess." She's not.
[Septima Carnine]
"A pleasure to meet you General Greystorm, Doctor Cole...your Highness. Thank you." Septima states as she straightens and there is a smile. Then there is a look over her shoulder as her alabastrine Mon Cal Senator comes in and she gives a smile to him, "Senator Khan, just in time." she tells him.
Then she looks back to Ambrosia and there's a dip of her head, "We could speak out in the landing or in offices if there is one you prefer. And my time is completely yours. The Resistance did a great deal to help us, so please, do not worry about time." she states. "And we can replant orchards and plants. That's nothing to be sorry on. Things get destroyed in wars. We have to rebuild and move on." she states with a dip of her head to that.
[Aryn Cole]
"Enchanted." Aryn says curtly but pleasantly to both simply dressed Senators. Her regard shifts to the female Senator then. "Your offices should suit, Senator. What the General has to say can't be risked in the open for the nature of her words is sensitive. We take matters of operational security very seriously." A step back, and the Doctor raises a gloved hand, gesturing for the Senators to take the lead. A cursory glance is paid to Amber, a disbelieving expression aimed at the sincerity of her apologies for destroying the orchard. In all fairness, it made for a memorable battle at least.
Aryn's gaze settles then to the spacer Mon Calamari and his white flesh. It seemed an oddity to her though she did not stare for he had large attentive eyes. If he looked her way, she offered on pretty smile.
Her hand returned to her back to clasp her other hand, prepared to walk in silence next to Amber.
[Aras Khan]
The Mon Cal senator's large blue eyes do look over both Aryn and Amber, but it is important to remember details about important people. "An honor, General Greystorm. Doctor Cole." he looks to Septima, "The choice is yours Senator Carnine, I am still familiarizing myself with the building." and will follow along as she leads.-(OOC)- Aras Khan says, "It may just be my first taskroll, so why pass that up!"
[Ambrosia Greystorm]
Ambrosia offers a single shoulder shrug to Aryn in turn once their stroll is underway, feigning ignorance against that look of disbelief. Her head tilt and wrinkled brow says: What?? Can't a grizzled, grumpy Army General care about a few trees? Fruit trees, no less...
"They really were beautiful," she plays the small talk game through the corridor(s), going so far as to keep a softish, thoughtful smile maintained upon her face. "What bits I could see through the haze. I should very much like to admire your horticulturists' handiwork when it is complete. A fine place to let the grandson roam, surely..." The lies and halftruths trail off when her datapad chirps from hip and a frown replaces that smiley mask of a soul. Her eyes narrow.
"Pardon the interruption, this...confirmation. It's relevant to the matter we are here to discuss." Her steps slow, intentionally lagging a half beat behind while her thumbs tictictic away across the screen in hazte, then shove the thing back onto belt.
[Septima Carnine]
Septima doesn't seem like she is one that is used to this place yet. She gives a dip of her head, "General, Doctor, please, follow us. And you can call me Septima. I didn't agree to be senator due to a fancy title." she tells them as she heads towards the hall where some of the offices are, she opens the door into one and lets Ambrosia and Aryn enter first, "Please." she nods to the office entrance.
Then she closes the door once Aras and herself are inside as well. It's a very plain office. So it's probably hers! "It's no trouble, General." she states as she heads behind the desk and offers the seats to those that are there. "Horticulture is what I did before I started politics. Or well..also after the occupation given we couldn't really speak aloud on things." she states. Then she sits back to hear what is going on.
Datapad - 4953 beeps as it receives a new message.
[Aryn Cole]
Aryn has a silly grin on her face as they walk. The distinct sound of her boot heels clipping and clopping against the hard shined floor. The long hems of her cape trail behind slightly. She offers no counsel on what's said in small talk. Once they are within the room and the door shut, Aryn walks slowly about the room 'perusing' quietly as if absently searching the vicinity. When she makes a full circuit, casually while the General expands on their purpose, she takes her post beside her and remains standing. Beneath the light, Aryn's scar becomes more clear to see even with make up. It's a single mark over her eye and partly down her cheek. To Alderaanians, to bear a scar like this was a great honor, especially if it was earned in a duel or during combat.
[Aras Khan]
Aras Khan steps inside the room with the others, and watches casually while Aryn completes a circuit of the room. He steps off to the side, ready to listen and digest whatever is about to be shared. "Now that the doctor has ensured the room is acceptable and secure, the floor is yours General." he offers with a smile, his blue eyes looking between the General and Doctor as he awaits the news.
[Ambrosia Greystorm]
Hell. Septima's revelation of her horitculturist expertise resurrects General Greystorm's smile too hastily. A mildly pained twitch of the brow, too, like she's realizing the depth of this grave she's dug for herself. Buried by social niceties...will she survive a guided tour of the gardens with the same show of interest? Likely not.
Maybe that's the reason for her palor-turned...well, not sure what shade of heated to call it. Pissed. OR. Maybe it's whatever she reads on the pad when it chirps for her attention a second time. One hand lays a slow, deliberate grip over the back of a proffered chairbut she does not sit. The way she's staring at it, she's engaged in some sort of mental duel. Throw it. THROW IT. White knuckles are considering the heft of force required.
She sits. She cannot throw the chair if her ass is in occupancy. This is the way of the universe and her saving grace. But she can still scowl and scowl she does.
One of her best skills, scowling!
"Sen--Ms C--" Try again. Inhale for count of two. "Septima. Senator Khan." The datapad is wielded more openly in hand now and she plants it down upon the desk, face up, beneath three unyielding fingers. On screen is an image of one 'Domino', dressed in some colorful disaster of a punky outfit, mocha skin, wild pink dye job in the hair. "Have you seen....this woman." It is a statement moreso than a question. Eyes most green and unsmiling fix first on their gracious host, then the uniquely pigmented politic from Dac.
[Septima Carnine]
Septima gives a nod to Aras and then gives a look to the Ambrosia when she sits...and the General looks pissed off. Which makes her uneasy. Welp, time for the action! The datapad that is brandished is looked at and there is a deep frown, "She was just here outside of the Senate building." she admits. "She was trying to push her security business I believe." she grimaces. She gives a look to Aras, "I did not speak with her, Senator Khan, do you have the contact information that she was handing around?" she asks him.
[Aras Khan]
Aras Khan steps closer to regard the image on the datapad and nods easily, "The attire is different, but yes, Senator Carnine is correct, I was just speaking with her and associates of hers before attending this meeting." he takes out the business card she provided him, offering it to Aryn. "She claimed to be a security consultant, and was drawing quite a following of attention for her services." he steps back from the datapad and his blue eyes turn towards Ambrosia, "What are we unaware of General?"
[Aryn Cole]
Aryn remains quiet for now, her hands coming to clasp at her front now, hooked upon her belt with a jutting hip. Aryn has the look of a Princess down but the sassy, loud nature that originated from the last one they had has not manifested. At their confirming of this woman, Domino, being present Aryn shifts uncomfortably and frowns. "This woman is tied, in some way, with the nefarious Knights of Ren. Not but a few weeks prior to this, they were leading a raiding party mercilessly murdering Bimms to trash their temple and defile their way of life."
[Ambrosia Greystorm]
Ambrosia stands just as abruptly as she laid the datapad out to snip that business card into possession, if Aryn doesn't take it first. If she does, then she just patiently waits her turn to have a looksee. "This odious creature," she elaborates on Aryn's more tactful explanation with a bit more vehemence, "has been running with Oran Arcantael, now known - and bounty posted - as Malik Ren, for quite some time, in varying capacities, I am sure. Lover, security manager...lap dog, con artist..." there's a word perched on the General's lips, but she keeps it witheld. For now.
Her calculated intelligence leak seemingly giftwrapped Ren for us, but as he confirmed to me himself, when sitting in his cell, that was all part of his grand plan. A plan to know us better. As he will know YOU better, and the whole of your infrastructure, if you let this this vvvvviper slither under your door!"
Greystorm goes quiet for a moment, the thunderous end to her last sentence ringing still in her cochlear implant. "She is cunning. She is dangerous. She is an artfully gift liar. Her aliases are no doubt many, Peaches being a primary. I am not sure what surname ahe is using these days, but once she was a Greystorm." A slight aversion of eye contact there, excused with "My nephew had poor taste. But the point is...you do not want her here. I would fancy her in a cell for a rigorous round or three of questioning, but in the meantime, I very much encourage you to put out the word. Her picture, her card, warn the public. You have a duty to your citizens to ensure that what they have fought for is not undermined by some venemous association. A leech, a slicer, a menace. Perhaps an updated visual would benefit...styles and hair do change."
[Septima Carnine]
Septima's face goes a little more pale than it usually is and the greenish-golden gaze is concerned as Ambrosia speaks, "She seemed so friendly with some of our republic members as well." she frowns to that. "I have no intention of talking security contracts with anyone unless the Resistance has vetted them. Some people think we need to rush that, but, we could be walking into someone just wanting our information to retake the planet...or worse." she admits. "We will most assuredly put the word out right away. If anyone sees her on planet we'll do our best to detain her and then turn her over to the Resistance for that interrogation and then whatever you see fit to do with her." she tells the group. "As a matter of fact...can you send me the information so that we can go ahead and put something out?" she asks the General.
[Aryn Cole]
"Consideration should also be brought to her companions. Recall you, if you can, who she traveled with and under what ship registry. The Fleet above will keep record of course, but they can't pin-point every ship coming in through lanes. The Knights of Ren, and their assosciates, are slippery. If you find her on this world, or your own. Contact the Jedi Order and the Resistance. We will dispatch a team immediately to apprehend her; even by force if it requires it. Do not, under any circumstance, think any kind of information is safe when revealed to her." Aryn adds, though her voice is not as firm or direct as the General's.
[Aras Khan]
Aras Khan listens to the General, clearly picking up on the dislike for the woman called Domino. He steps forward again and raises his hand to interrupt, "If I may Senator Carnine. General, may we be provided with the intel that supports your statements to be true? I am certain you would not want us to proceed without viable evidence that confirms this woman has done wrong, as it is clear there may be a personal affront mixed in with the other statements." takes a moment to turn and regard each of the women assembled in the room with his large blue eyes, "I, we, would be remiss if I do not ensure we are following all of the proper steps, to ensure that we avoid repeating any mistakes made in the past."
[Ambrosia Greystorm]
Ambrosia exchanges a glance with Aryn, head seemingly stuck in a minute train of bobbles that could be agreeable nods or a fit of palsy. It's really hard to say. "I can," she concedes tenuously, through teeth, in a low and even tone. Calmly. "Albeit redacted, where needs be. Matters of sensitive intelligence are not produced as public reading material. The purpose of our Intelligence operatives is to acquire and relay material of interest which we further disseminate, verify, and present. Appropriately. I would not waste our very precious time to stand here and feed you tales of slander and lies." One finger tips slowly down to point and press upon the desk. Firmly.
The pulsing veins in her temples are easily viewed as she looks to each diplomat in turn.
"As anyone with whom I have served will tell you, familial grievances do not hold sway in how I conduct military affairs. If I gave half a frink about my nephew's private life I could have tossed her long before now. But I haven't, because that doesn't matter. What matters is her closeness to the man who has taken up the mantle dropped by the First Order's Supreme Leader and now commands the Knights of Ren. As the Jedi say. Would you like to view footage of my heart to heart with Mr Arcantael, aka Malik Ren? For all the horrid things he's done, he truly /was/ a delightful conversationalist. Before his release, naturally. Since then, he hasn't deigned to call." No lie there. There was an indisputable chemistry between the two! "Perhaps the messages, here," she picks up the datapad and wags it, "Sent today, through this present hour, warning of Domino's presence on planet, seen conversing in your company, Senator," she gestures loosely to Araa. "Or perhaps a written testimony from one of our secret operatives dwelling among the civilian sector - the one who Domino first reached out to, under the guise of betraying Malik. Ask and maybe you shall receive."
Both hands tap the desk now, lightly, fingers splayed. Her head bows, ribs expand broadly beneath the creak of leather jacket. Whatever flare of temper ignited earlier with the datapad feed has abated, it would seem. "But hear me, when I swear to you that I have been fighting the Republic's war - from Alliance infancy to the climactic clash in Exegol - for a very long time. And I know a threat when I see it. I would not be here today in this capacity if General Organa did not trust me to carry her fight. So let us hope we," a gesture to Aryn as well, "are found worthy of yours."
[Septima Carnine]
"She was speaking with a fellow in particular by the name of David Ironside that was busy stroking his own ego about being the best pilot in the galaxy." Septima rolls her eyes at that. Not bothering to cover it up. "I'm guessing that the First Order and the Knights of Ren will be sending agents to keep track of who is who and what is going on. I'll make sure to put in my announcement that talks of security, planetary aids, etc should be private so that eavesdropping or worse doesn't occur." she states. "Or well, discretion should be advised. I'm just the Senator for this planet, what others do is up to them but I cannot risk the safety of my people when we just got our planet back." she frowns to that. "And I understand the urge to keep things private, redacted would be fine and if we need to I can just type it up before you both leave and we won't have to send things over the holonet if it makes everyone more comfortable." she offers.
Though she does give a look to her, "I wasn't doubting anything that you said or the ties of your nephew to this Domino, we all have family that makes choices that we learn are bad down the line, General Greystorm. The Resistance doesn't need us second guessing them, especially those in higher stations. That would be unwise of us given we're all building anew and I would very much like to work as a friend and ally than someone that has gained the ire of an entire fleet and those who helped free us." she states. "If there is a threat to the planet and to the New Republic then I will help in anyway possible to help snuff it out. Just as I am sure my fellow Senator will help as well." she states.
[Aryn Cole]
Aryn remains quiet, allowing the ladies to discuss in the wake of Aras' ask for proof. Aryn's lips formed a thin line as she suppressed her own need to exact some of her experiences for proof, but instead she chose to stay silent, observing instead the Senator.
Putting on a face of calm, the small Jedi reached out to place a hand upon the General's shoulder endearingly and offer her a reassuring smile. "Hope endures, General."
To the Representative of Chandrila, Aryn bowed her head respectfully. "Should this.. Ironside or Domino return, please inform the Resistance and Jedi Order at once. Our response teams will take it from there. We'll do our best to remain vigilant in the meantime."
[Ambrosia Greystorm]
"No, no..." Ambrosia wards off any impression of misgivings, palms benignly patting the air. "Senator Kahn had a valid point. I understand you have your protocol, just as we do ours. I.../suspect/ the girl would not commit any violent acts directly, nor pose an immediate danger. I will not underestimate her knack for toeing the line, for being choosy with circumstance and partnership to keep her own skin safe and pockets full. She might not run to Ren with every ounce of gossip, she might hold on to jucier bits for a rainy day. But I would applaud any action you take within your respective offices to maintain workable levels of interdepartmental security and common sense. I don't dabble in matters of state, but what I do dabble in is keen on the "need to know" policy. Be choosy with the ears you trust...and do not underestimate the ears you don't."
Greystorm straightens up and rubs a thumb against her brow. Collects datapad from desk. "I will assemble a file for you, both," a nod to Aras, too. "And see them delivered personally. Let you come to your own conclusions." Her lips press into a mirthless smile and she offers a final rod-up-the-spine nod farewell to each, then motions for Aryn to process ahead of her. Beauty before age.
[Septima Carnine]
Septima gives a nod to Aryn, "I will let you know immediately if I see them or if anyone else does." she admits. There is a bit of a smile to the Jedi though, "Hope does endure, Doctor." she agrees. "You are right, we need to think a bit more keenly than in the past with politics and I am hoping that some of my fellow Senators are not so hung up on having a station and fancy title and are more prepared to work to reunite our galaxy and battle the First Order and other dangers." she breathes out. Then people are making to leave and she rises, "May the Force be with you, Doctor Cole and General Greystorm. We are going into rough times ahead, but I have the utmost faith in the Resistance and the budding New Republic." Septima states. She shoots the Mon Cal a bit of a look, but, then she's moving around the desk to follow after the General and the Doctor. "Thank you both for coming so quickly and I will make sure that things are posted." she tells them and then she quiets, not hindering their departure any more.
[Aryn Cole]
"We'll be in touch, Miss. Septima. Be well." Aryn says in a measure tone before turning her gaze up to the General who beckons her ahead. Stepping with purpose, the caped Princess moves for the door, opening it and stepping back out into the main corridor. Pausing just long enough for Amber, she stayed alongside the General from then on, hands tucked to the small of her back to casually stroll in reverent silence.
