Log:Ironing Out Some Questions
Ironing Out Some Questions
OOC Date: April 14, 2020
Location: Chandrila
Participants: David Ironside, Ambrosia Greystorm, Aryn Cole, Septima Carnine, Aras Khan, Ban Iskender
[David Ironside]
As the Republic made its headquarters on Chandrila, so too does David Ironside find himself in Hanna City more and more often. Already the Holonet seems rife with action against the Knights of Ren, first and foremost the pilot's friend(?) Domino. As he walks away from the spaceport where he landed his ship, and having left any sort of weaponry or armor on board, he wanders into the city, likely towards a place that serves food.
[Aras Khan]
Aras Khan is sitting on the steps of the senate building, day three? four? of assisting the locals with the cleanup of their world. He is dressed in casual spacer clothes again, the easier to get them messy, and has just finished a midday snack. His large blue eyes look out over the city, as he relaxes for a bit before the business of meetings he has to perform later.
[Aryn Cole]
David Ironside is not the only one at port when he exits his ship. It's by chance, if such a thing could be considered where the Force was involved, that Aryn is in the same place at the same time. A moment of contemplation writes a concerned look upon Aryn's face as she pulls back the hood of her cape to reveal her face. She is not alone, for the handsome man at her side is Lord Ban Iskender of New Alderaan. Stepping out into the opening, beneath the warm glare of a sun, Aryn calls out. "Mr. David! David Ironside?" She waves just in case he couldn't locate her from the others walking down the path.
Aryn is a short female whose most noticeable qualities included her bright blonde hair and the expensive capes she often wore. Today, a third quality was present, and it came to view when she stepped toward the Ace pilot. The presence of a lightsaber was clipped onto the belt around her waist. She made no effort to take the weapon, but judging from how her cape trailed a bit because of her urgent pace, it seemed important that she reach David.
[Ban Iskender]
Ban Iskender is dressed in light armor, with a decorative green half cape secured over one shoulder. A sword is sheathed on the gentleman's left side and a pistol holstered on the right. His gait is dignified and unhurried, until Aryn calls out to David, at which point his steps still and his eye turns toward the pilot. "An acquaintance of yours, my Lady?" he wonders, evenly.
[David Ironside]
Ah, adoring fans! David stops walking and pivots on a heel. Probably someone who's seen him in the podraces. "That's my na-- Oh, Lady Aryn. How are you today?" he starts, adjusting his tone appropriately when he notices who called for him. "Did you always have the.. you know.." David hints at his meaning with a finger trailing down from his left eye, then lowers his hand.
[Aras Khan]
Being far too far away from the landing pad to witness the current happenings there, Senator Khan continues his silent but comfortable observation of the city. Still getting the hang of his new career, he at least feels like he is helping make a difference to those of this world with his assistance on cleanup.
[Aryn Cole]
"Yes, Lord Ban. He's.. it's complicated." She offers, giving the taller Lord a brief look before stepping within better hearing range of David. "I'm well, thank you, sir. -- This? Yes, though perhaps not as brazenly displayed." Aryn says politely, gesturing toward the lightsaber she now brushes beneath the confines of her cape.
"This is Lord Ban Iskender of New Alderaan." She introduces, gesturing toward the soldier in the armor. "Listen, Mr. David." She prefaces, before stepping beneath the shade of a tree to give the man a degree of privacy.
"Your name came up as a point of interest the other day as having a connection with someone named Domino Greystorm. It was purported that you were seen in her company not long ago. If you're not aware, she's been marked a person of interest." Aryn's hands lock behind her back casually. "That said, I just saw you and thought I might invite you to clear up any thing with Resistance intelligence so nothing misinterpreted about your involvement. If I can arrange it, would you be amenable to a few questions, sir?"
[Ban Iskender]
Ban Iskender notes Aras sidelong, a brief look of good humor tugging at his expression upon sighting a Calamari. A short dip of his head and shoulders acknowledges the humbly dressed Khan. "A fair day," he wishes the fish folk. When Aryn explains, he adds under his breath, "I see. A fairer day for some than others it seems." When introduced, he repeats the short dip of his head to David, adding in brief greeting, "Sir."
[David Ironside]
David inclines his head to Ban briefly. "A pleasure, I'm sure." he offers, following Aryn to the tree of privacy. When she asks him about Domino, he exhales audibly and averts his eyes for a second. "I knew this day was coming." he mutters under his breath, before composing himself. "Sure, I can answer questions. I can't promise I'll have all the answers, though. She's.. let's say.. not much for smalltalk. And the less I know about what she does, the better." he smirks and glances around. "Where to?"
[Aryn Cole]
"I appreciate your willingness to clear this up. When speaking your name before, I had not wished to misalign any dispositions concerning your involvement without first having given you an appropriate forum to represent yourself. In my dealings with you from the past, you have fought for just and lawful purposes. I have no reason to suspect you of anything otherwise."
Aryn says softly, doing her best to approach the delicate matter. "I would think a place within the Senate building could accommodate our needs for privacy. If this is okay with you, we..", Aryn motions between the Lord and herself, "..can arrange for a viceroy of the Resistance to come speak with you. It would be a short arrangement, I assure you."
[Ban Iskender]
Ban Iskender adds to Aryn's diplomatic words, "An agent of the Republic, as the Resistance- for all their good services- are an irregular company, and cannot number a formal viceroy." Ah, the quibbly minutae. Otherwise he leaves dealings with David to she who knows him.
[David Ironside]
David raises a hand, waving the apology off. "I hadn't heard my name spoken before.. well, right there when you called out, so no harm done, I think." he tells Aryn calmly. "Yes, well, after I parted ways with the Resistance, I wasn't just going to sign with the other team, right?" he muses. "I'm still the same person I was then, so I'll go along with whatever you decide." he states as he hooks his thumbs in the belt loops of his pants, since he left his gun belt on the ship, grinning at Ban's comment. "I was wondering about that. Historically I'm not supposed to be a fan of viceroys, and I was curious when the Resistance got one."
[Aryn Cole]
A glance to Ban as the younger of the two falter a bit. "A General then, someone who would represent the Resistance appropriately." Aryn turns then to David and smiles. "Apologies for the confusion." -- Aryn raises her arm slightly as if to guide the Ace pilot, but she does not actually touch him or give the appearence of force. Her arm promptly lowers to her lower back once again as she sets a pace for the Senate building. A brief moment later, Aryn remembers that she must page General Greystorm, and she does so by sending an encrypted message through her datapad. "Did that have something to do with your homeworld?" Aryn inquires casually after David's last statement.
[Septima Carnine]
Septima is returning from working on cleanup in the state park, this means the Senator looks a bit rough around the edges and dressed in plain grey pants, a loose white tunic and boots that have seen a lot of trudging through the debris of things. She looks to the crowd on the street and there's a bit of a nod to those that she knows, "Senator Khan, Doctor Cole, Mister Ironside." she greets them. She doesn't try to hinder anyone that is leaving as she wipes at her face with the sleeve of her tunic.
[Aras Khan]
Aras Khan bows his head slightly to Septima, "Hello Senator Carnine." he looks to the others as they perform their business, and he remains sitting on the senate steps for now.
[David Ironside]
David smiles, starting to walk in the appointed direction. "Oh, well, if my file is still stored in Resistance databases, it'll say I was a pilot on Naboo first, and we did learn from older engagements in our training." He goes on to list a few operations, "There was Operation Cinder from.. not long after the Battle of Endor, the time the Trade Federation blockaded the whole planet.. it's a very.. invadeable planet, apparently." he notes, smiling at the senator from Chandrila. "My lady." David replies. "Everything alright?" he as he watches her wipe her face with a sleeve. He keeps walking, though, somewhat being taken into custody. No time to stop and chat, surely.
[Ban Iskender]
Ban Iskender offers a longer bow to Aryn at her amended summary. "I thank the Lady for her patience." The gentleman walks alongside Aryn and David, unobtrusively placing the Nabooan between himself and Doctor Cole. Gloved hands are composed at the small of his back as they walk. He follows David's address to Septima, to whom the noble soldier offers a silent bow of the head.
[Aryn Cole]
Aryn has led the small entourage into the heart of the Senate building and coordinated with an aid to see that they arrange a conference room for when General Greystorm arrives. A sign is erected, directing the General directly toward where she needs to go, and the aid provides further instructions there after.
This conference is a rather large room, with a wide and ornate table and plenty of comfortable chairs. Aryn and company arrive first, leaving Aryn to secure the door behind them. "Please feel free to claim a seat. Lord Ban and I will remain to ensure there's a witness for your answers. I will preface this discussion with: General Greystorm has responded and is enroute to speak with you. Having had experience with the command, I presume you know who that is?"
[Ambrosia Greystorm]
Viceroy Greystorm...
Such a vulgarity it would be, bestowing this civil title on, well...her. Said General isn't far, as luck would have it. She's been lurking around town, toting a bag of 'gear' and a belt of tools. Clad in civilian attire, she might pass for a handyman at a glance. Those who know her face, however, might guess what she's been up to. And they wouldn't be wrong. <<Safe house Besh is secure...>> she murmurs into an embedded comm on shoulder and smears the sheen of sweat across her brow.
<<Copy, General>> answers a voice in her ear.
Ambrosia exits the housing complex into the street and tosses her gear into the back of a sad looking speeder bike. The sort that was abandoned on purpose. But it's served her decently enough today, surely it's got one ride left in it! It does not. The bike whines down to a rickety halt outside a convience store, where Greystorm doesn't take the time to appreciate the humor. She does, however, stop inside for a purchase and sends a little message back from her datapad: <Stopping for groceries. Get kids ready for bed without me. I'll be home in time for story.>
Then it's back to the street to retrieve her gear and put her boots to work. It's a long walk.
[David Ironside]
David considers that. "I'd say a drinking buddy, but none of you were on Bothawui back then." he offers in reply. "She'd know, though." he nods, then adds the serious reply as he takes a seat. "I know who General Greystorm is, yes." As he sits, he stands back up to retrieve a flask from his pocket. He sets it down on the table and sits down once more, placing his thumbs on the table top and his fingers underneath.
[Ban Iskender]
Ban Iskender keeps his feet until Aryn seats herself. Taking David's answer in stride, the gentleman inquires of the other, "Have you any questions, or requests of us in the meantime? I know not how long the good General will require."
[Septima Carnine]
Septima gives a bit of a look to everyone that's filing into the Senate Building and there's a moment she shrugs and starts to head that way, "Do they need me to stay or should I go about my business?" she asks someone quietly with a bit of a smile.
[Aras Khan]
Aras Khan speaks up, "While I appreciate that the intel provided supported the decision you made Senator Carnine, I would like to stay and witness this. If I were to approve of action in the future, I would like to know exactly what that might mean. We all have to work together, hand in hand, not one side handling its business in the shadows." he pauses, his blue eyes scanning the surroundings, "Or, well lit senate buildings. Which might be too on the nose, if you will."
[Aryn Cole]
Aryn claims a seat at the head of the table putting her perpendicular with the pilot and with a view of both parties. Her datapad is used, then, to establish a recording of the meeting by interfacing with the holo-recorder at the center of the room. It was not initiated yet. Next, whenever they replay this recording, the people seated at the table will appear in holoform.
"That was probably well before my time. I was exploring a world in the unknown regions prior to all of this, and likely when you served with the General on Bothawui. I'll never forget what it felt like to know my captors were arguing over how they would cook me." Aryn smiled and even laughed. "It's funny now, of course."
[David Ironside]
David shakes his head, idly drumming his fingers on the underside of the table. There's no sound to the movement, nor any sort of recognizable rhythm. "Well.." he starts, "Actually if I'm supposed to talk some water wouldn't hurt." he decides, glancing at his flask for a moment. "I don't want that thing taken away again." he explains with a smirk. When the other senators arrive and decide to stay, he gives them a smile as well. "Some things just stay with you forever, small as they may seem in the moment." he offers to Aryn in agreement.
[Septima Carnine]
Septima gives a look to Aras and there's a nod, "I wasn't asking if you needed to leave, Senator Khan." she points out gently. "I was simply asking if I needed to give privacy if this did not involve me." she states. "If we are just speaking then there is no harm done." she smiles to that as she tries to make herself a little more presentable, but, she's just going to look a bit dirty for the moment as she stands just outside the conference room door.
[Ambrosia Greystorm]
Ambrosia spied who was ahead, so by the time she's arrived at the senate's doorstep, her gait has changed from freely swinging, gear thumping march to one more in control of its volume. A moderately laden stalk, if you will, no different than when infiltrating an enemy compound. Because it's always better to hear before you're heard. See before you're seen.
"Do stay," intones the General in common street-rabble attire when she strolls up behind the Senators of earlier acquaintance. Her cheshire grin pans away from them to read the sign a second time. "I believe you've found something of mine?"
[Aras Khan]
Aras Khan chuckles and bows his head slowly to Septima, "Apologies, I misunderstood your statement." he gestures to the general, his long flappy hands, flappying. "It seems we have been offered to stay, and the choice is ours." he follows Greystorm into the room with the others, but stands silently to the side.
[Ban Iskender]
Ban Iskender arches a black brow and gives a wry sniff. "I daresay a conversation regarding the method of one's own cooking would loom rather large in the moment." The request for water prompts Ban to step for the door to summon someone who can fetch water- he doesn't do those things himself! Upon reaching the door he is confronted with Amber, Aras, and Septima, all in filthy work clothes. "...Ought we delay a few minutes, to arrange for proper attire?"
[David Ironside]
David inclines his head towards Ban. "Suppose I misspoke. Moments stay with you, no matter how big or small they are. Awaiting ones own seemingly unavoidable death, for example. Happened to me a few times on one day, years ago." He grins slightly. "Ended up avoiding the inevitable then, hoping to keep doing so for some time." he notes. When the question of attire is raised, he glances down at his well-worn bantha-hide jacket, then to the man who sent for water. "It's all the same to me. I'm not dressed for a fancy tea party."
[Septima Carnine]
Septima gives a look to Aras and was about to say something when she hears Ambrosia from the void behind her. Internal screaming! "General." she dips her head to her. "Thank you for that, it is greatly appreciated." she tells her. Then she's looking to Ban, "Proper attire?" she asks. Then she looks down to her clothes, then back to Ban, "Ah, I'm fine as I am. There's no need to delay things." the woman states. It would be easy to notice that Septima wasn't one for fancy robes and things. So some Senators might be mystified by it. She steps into the room once Ban has called for someone to bring water and she stands quietly with Aras.
[Ambrosia Greystorm]
Ban gets a level look, eyes to nose, as Greystorm gently bumps her way past him. Suffice to say, she's of differing opinion. The General lays eyes on their guest. Smiles.
"Hello, Ironside." She dumps her gear unceremoniously in the corner and helps herself to a seat beside him. "That was some celebration last week, was it not?" Next to be dumped is the jacket, once she shimmies out of in without leaving her chair. Let those sweat stains show through.
Mayhap she's not a fan of nobility, either.
[Ban Iskender]
Ban Iskender ahhs visibly to David's description of near-death. "Indeed, I have heard the liberation of Naboo well described as harrowing, sir." Turning to the door, he dips his head and shoulders to Septima and Ambrosia as the pair decline to wait, voicing, "Of course," as he steps to remove himself from their path- not quickly enough to avoid a bit of a shoulder bump in Amber's passing. The only comment it receives from the gentleman is a brief, "How clumsy of me," before he quietly steps to take a vacant seat at the table.
[David Ironside]
David exhales slightly. "Fireworks were nice, drinks were good. What more could you need?" he asks in response. He pushes his flask towards her slowly, ensuring it doesn't tip over and make him look like a fool in the process. "Drink? You look like you've had a day." he muses. Ban's use of the word 'harrowing' draws a raised eyebrow from the pilot. "Harrowing is.. not a word I'd use to describe the process of freedom. Everyone involved knew what they were getting in to, and continue to get in to. Personally I wouldn't have thought of turning to a weapon capable of taking a Mega Star Destroyer out in one shot, but the results are.. well, were plain as day."
[Aryn Cole]
Aryn does not rise when the General appears, nor the representatives, but she does raise her hand after all have passed through the threshold of the door. A brief command of the force has a direct infuence on the door's state, as it shuts of its own accord with a subtle motion of Aryn's hand.
Her attention turns then to the device she operates and following the brief interlude of comments, when silence prevailed, she began the recording. "So begins this recording. In attendance: General Amber Greystorm, Representatives of State Septima Carnine and Aras Khan, Princess Aryn Cole and Lord Ban Iskender of New Alderaan and the Jedi Order."
[Aryn Cole]
Aryn does not rise when the General appears, nor the representatives, but she does raise her hand after all have passed through the threshold of the door. A brief command of the force has a direct infuence on the door's state, as it shuts of its own accord with a subtle motion of Aryn's hand.
Her attention turns then to the device she operates and following the brief interlude of comments, when silence prevailed, she began the recording. "So begins this recording. In attendance: General Amber Greystorm, Representatives of State Septima Carnine and Aras Khan, Princess Aryn Cole and Lord Ban Iskender of New Alderaan and the Jedi Order." She clears her throat adjusting slightly in her seat. "Mr. David Ironside, and his recollection of Domino Greystorm, a person of interest for the Resistance." A glance up and she gestures.
[Ambrosia Greystorm]
Ah, he remembered. What the audio won't record is the hint of amusement in Ambrosia's expression as she watches the flask inch ever so closely. Her right palm goes up, blocking its arrival with a soft decline of "No, thank you." She tasks the fingers instead with tuning something behind her ear. "David, are you, per chance, part of this enterprise?" Her left hand slips something from wallet in pocket to slide it his way with a single finger. It's Domino's business card, advertising her security services.
[Ban Iskender]
Ban Iskender remains silent in his chair, for the moment serving simply as a witness.
[David Ironside]
Upon Ambrosia's decline of his offer, David immediately halts his movement, instead focusing on that business card. "I'm in no way professionally involved with your.. person of interest." he gives Aryn a quick glance, but turns back to Ambrosia immediately. "I've known her from when she was involved in the Hutt Cartel. From that point on I've tried talking her into using her skills for good, to.. little to no favorable results on her part." he stops talking then, instead seemingly awaiting a next question.
[Aryn Cole]
Aryn shares David's glance and holds his stare even after he has looked back to Amber. Aryn had a neutral, thoughtful expression while she watched. Her hands were clasped politely and stationed at the edge of the table. There was no present threat, and David was, and had proven on several occasions, on the New Republic's side.
[Ambrosia Greystorm]
Both of Amber's palms lie flat on the table, forearms, too. The tippy tips of her index and thumbs tap against one another with a little lean forward. Hunched over a thought, eyes on a stroll around the room from face to face, then land back upon David's. Complete with head tilt of interest. "Could you describe these unfavorable results?"
[Septima Carnine]
Septima is quietly watching the proceedings from her spot near the wall. Sitting wasn't something she felt like doing right now and observing quietly was probably the best option for the moment for the Chandrilan Senator.
[David Ironside]
David nods slightly. "Well, it involved a lot of yelling at me about bad people staying bad people. You know, the kind that goes in one ear and out the other." he shrugs. "Honestly most of the time I speak to her, or I guess spoke to her, considering I'm entirely throwing her under the bus right now, it's in public places. I haven't seen her as often lately, but I guess being a Knight of Ren, or associating with them, gets you into places not meant for eyes like my own." he notes.
[Aras Khan]
Aras Khan takes out a datapad, types something quietly into the screen and discretely shows it to Septima, and Aryn if she is not at the table. So not to interrupt everyone's Davidprobe.
[Aryn Cole]
Aryn glances aside, looking at the quiet question posed by Aras, to which she shakes her head 'no' to. "Mr. David, for the sake of clarity, Representative Khan asked if all Knights of Ren are force users. To my recollection, the answer is no, which gives reason for us to suspect Domino's involvement with the one they call Malik Ren. Having said that, can you recall anything of import about Domino that you have not voiced to this point. What of Malik Ren, or any you suspect to be involved with Ren?"
[Ambrosia Greystorm]
"Presumably, you are in no way suspect that advertising her talents here to New Republic citizens and officials is her way of using her skills for 'good'?" It's a bit of a leading question to Dave, said with raised brows directed to the Dac Senator, in particular. Greystorm listens quietly as Aryn relays Aras' query and expands upon it. Then interjects with her own. "Specifically, have you witnessed sights and sounds that would support her /being/ a knight of Ren, or was that just a personal assumption?" The general reverses her forward leans and kicks her feet out a bit in front of her (still on the floor) to observe him from a different angle.
[David Ironside]
David shrugs. "The last time I saw any Knights of Ren in their 'official' capacity, was.. I believe on an operation with the Resistance on the planet Stend IV. It wasn't a good day for me as a pilot." he asides to Amber quickly, "This meeting is classified, right?" before continuing. "I don't believe I've seen any Knights of Ren to my knowledge without a lightsaber in hand, and luckily no lightsaber has ever come close to me in a combat situation." he takes a deep breath before continuing. "Now, if anything has changed with their membership policy, that must have happened at some point after I parted ways with the Resistance. As for your other question, about Malik Ren, I haven't.. she doesn't mention names often, apart from an Oran.. something or other. Someone she lives or lived with. Apparently he found a mask and stopped remembering who she was." he shrugs. "Whatever that means, all I know is what she told me. At one point I told her I didn't want to hear about the sad state of her love life anymore."
Ambrosia asks her question, leading as it may be, and David shrugs. "I couldn't tell you what goes on in her mind. She might have been playing on my moral compass this whole time, but from the time she was with the Hutt Cartel, to possibly her involvement with the Knights of Ren now, I've always told her she's playing for the wrong team. Which, as I said, resulted in my being told off. When I saw her here, fishing for a job, I had serious doubts, as a result of my own experiences with her." He reaches for the water which had been delivered and takes a good healthy swig of it.
[Aras Khan]
Aras Khan lowers the datapad to his side, holding it in a single hand while the questioning continues. No further questions come to the sentator for now.
[Aryn Cole]
"Oran, you say? Lord Oran Arcantael, he's a Coruscanti scion to an old family with deep ties with the aristocracy there. Lord Oran and Malik are the same person, though perhaps different personalities." Aryn adds for the sake of sharing what she knew of the Noble. All Nobles tended to run in circles. "Can you recall anything else she may have said about Oran? What of this mask? And I apologize for these questions, David. I know you're doing your best to recall. We appreciate your effort. What bit of information you share could very well save the lives of many."
[Ambrosia Greystorm]
"She was also used by Arcantael to groom members of the vanguard to blend into common society....behave like real people, as it were." Ambrosia overturns a palm up and inspects a blister there on thumb. A sly arch of the brow cocks to Dave. "Any other names that you know, or suspect, to move in that sphere would be useful."
[David Ironside]
David listens to Aryn's description of Oran, displaying a facial expression that tells that her information is news to him. "I don't know anything about the mask. I doubt Domino herself does." he states. "But again, that's just my feeling, and she could be playing me as I said." he shrugs and turns to Ambrosia. "I heard about her efforts to get the Vanguard to behave like actual people, but she told me it was to undermine their brainwashing." he peers straight ahead for a moment, then continues. "I didn't discourage it. Felt like, if they managed to break the conditioning it'd bring them to their senses and get them out? I believe quite a few did, immediately prior to and following Exegol." With that said, Ambrosia gets a quick glance. "I have names of former 'Vanguardlings' as Domino referred to them."
[David Ironside]
He shakes his head for a moment. "But no current ones. I suppose most are already known to you, anyway."
[Septima Carnine]
Septima is just paying attention, a few looks given to David as he speaks, but, she's mainly just trying to keep information straight in her brain. Her datapad chimes and she gives it a look, answer with a tap of fingers as she continues to listen.
[Ambrosia Greystorm]
"Mm," Ambrosia shrugs and glances to Aryn. Her hands refold in lap. "We know a few have altered their career...on the surface, at least." She drums fingers on her thighs for a moment then goes fishing back into pcokets and scribbles something down on a scrap paper. Napkin, actually. From 'Wala's Well'. Bar? "This," she explains as she writes, "is the address of a friend of mine, lives locally. You happen to be in the area and see or hear of anything fishy that smells like Peaches."
[Ambrosia Greystorm]
"Mm," Ambrosia shrugs and glances to Aryn. Her hands refold in lap. "We know a few have altered their career...on the surface, at least." She drums fingers on her thighs for a moment then goes fishing back into pcokets and scribbles something down on a scrap paper. Napkin, actually. From 'Wala's Well'. Bar? "This," she explains as she writes, "is the address of a friend of mine, lives locally. You happen to be in the area and see or hear of anything fishy that smells like Peaches' handiwork....you can drop a note here." She hands the paper over. "Or contact us directly."
[Aras Khan]
Aras Khan hears the terminolgy that Ambrosia uses and coughs, recoiling slightly as he shakes his head. His large blue eyes looking to her as if to say, 'I am sure a /better/ term could be used.' he takes a slow deep breath, and calms himself, now is not the time for sensitivity training.
[David Ironside]
David nods at Amber, pocketing the napkin. "I can do that." he asserts, pondering. "Your holonet address still the same as it was?" he asks quietly. Maybe too quiet for a recording device to pick up, given that the General is seated right beside him. He peers at the Senator taking offense, and shakes his head slightly, before turning back to Ambrosia. "Count on me." he tells her.
[Septima Carnine]
Septima gives a smile to Ambrosia, "Thank you very much, General Greystorm." she states. Then she's looking to David who is seated at the table with the General. "Your assistance is appreciated, Mister Ironside." she tells him with a smile. "Does anyone need anything from me before I step out of the meeting?" she asks as she tries to wipe some more soil from her hands.
[Ambrosia Greystorm]
Does grumpy Greystorm even realize her choice in adjective has affronted Dac's dear Senator Khan? Maybe not. His big blues are met with a silent, quirked brow of 'what?' Bless her heart, she's taken one too many traumas to the head. "Yeah," she answers Ironside bluntly and then pushes up from her chair. "Senators, thank you for the use of your walls. I hope the civility of this process has put your minds to ease, regarding our intentions." She peels her jacket off the chair and offers a hand to David.
Good sportsmanship. "On and off the record, Mr Ironside, I trust you know what fate awaits if I learn you've been any less than honest with us here today." The smile to follow is a little bit more /her/ as is the firmness of grip.
[David Ironside]
David takes Ambrosia's hand and shakes it. Is this the first time ever he's shaken her hand? Anyway. It's weird and strange. The.. dangerous smile that follows, though, that's something David is used to from the woman. "You can trust me, General." he tells her. "And let me know if you need anyone to fly contraband into places. My ship's fast and I know how to handle her." he offers. "They won't catch me." With a glance to the senators and representatives in the room, he decides to clarify, "When I said contraband I meant, like, covert military supplies to aid rebellious efforts in sectors controlled by the First Order. Propaganda drops, stuff like that. Not crimes."
[Septima Carnine]
Septima gives a smile to Ambrosia, "Any time, General Greystorm. I personally haven't had any questions about anyones intentions but the subject that we talked about the other evening." she admits. Then there is a look to David, "Thank you for being so cooperative. It is appreciated, Mister Ironside." she states to that. Then she's preparing to take her work clothed self outside for some air.
[Ambrosia Greystorm]
David's clarification to the politicians puts a smirk on Ambrosia's face and she offers the pilot a little nod. To Aryn, a jerk of her head and utterance Of "Doctor Cole, a moment?" indicating the space outside. Once her gear is reclaimed feom the corner, the General leads the way out, leaving the Senators to escort Dave back to his daily grind. Whatever that might be.
