Log:Resistance: Hatching Early Plans (arresting Arcantael pt2)

Hatching Early Plans (arresting Arcantael pt2)

OOC Date: September 25, 2019
Location: Rori
Participants: Ambrosia Greystorm, Rey, Poe Dameron, Sapphira Solari

[Ambrosia Greystorm]

Some attempt has been made to restack the stacks of crates into a far corner where they might eat space a little less obtrusively. The scent of disinfectant mingled with some essential-something has replaced the musty aroma of dust. This briefing room - as simplified and aesthetically unappealing as it may presently be compared to the large, fancy conference room aboard the late Gial Ackbar - is a touch more presentable and seemingly broken-in than it was when this base was first slapped together (and room desc made).

Can't totally shake the dust from the space though, because Greystorm's sitting in here, slouched in a chair. Both hands are preoccupied with holding her datapad, chin propped on chest. Either she's reading or ....sleeping? The dim lighting suggests she hasn't moved enough in the past fifteen minutes to trigger the motion-activate overheads.

Her left hand breaks rank to retrieve a lukewarm cup of caf from between knees. So not sleeping. Reading, it is.

[Sapphira Yavok]

Sapphira has been under cover, let's say. Deep cover. Very classified stuff. Very need-to-know. And very few people needed to know. All that was known, at least by those who would have had regular contact with her since she left the military proper, is that Sapphira's been out of pocket for awhile. In fact, she's only just arrived back on Rori for this particular meeting. She breezes through the door, heels clicking on the hard floor. She is impeccably dressed in her skirted uniform, as always. Easy to do when the uniform sits in your closet, unused and untouched, for months at a time in a room that is equally unused and untouched. Upon entry, she does not sit. She stands, respectfully, her slender pale hands behind her back. "Ma'am."

Upon her entry, the overheads flutter on again and begin that annoying light buzzing sound.

[Rey]

Rey and the Falcon had landed just moments ago. They'd come in from the Jedi Academy's hidden location to find this very meeting and help however Amber needed. She's intercepted within the halls of the Resistance base by a couple of people that she knows, so she spends a moment or two speaking to them before she moves on again, inwardly berating herself for not asking for directions for where the General was.

A protocol droid is flagged down, only for a moment though as it prattles on to her about hwo its too busy to be stopped right now, and scurried along on its way. This gets a light sigh from the young female, her brown eyes sweep left and right at a juncture of hallways...

Eventually a sign is found, and she steps to a turbolift. The two servicemen inside are gracious enough to give her final directions and here she is, now striding into the room with a light exhale. Her eyes sweep over those within and she gently dips her chin in a nod of affirmation. "Found you." She says softly with a hint of a smile.

[Poe Dameron]

The idle radio chatter nearby comes to life when a familiar voice is heard communicating with Captain Connix over the feed. <<"Beacon, this is Black Leader. Request permission to land.">>

<<"Hi Poe--Ahem, Black Leader this is Beacon Actual. Proceed to the fighter berthing.">>

<<"Roger, actual. Black Leader out.">> He's heard chuckling before the feed cuts.

Several minutes later, the lift doors open and out steps Poe Dameron. He's in the black flightsuit of Black Squadron, though absent is the beacon and survival vest. "Sorry I'm late, ladies." A hand rises to brush back his hair idly, appearing innocent in only a way Poe Dameron could manage.

[Ambrosia Greystorm]

"Well, look who's back." Ambrosia grunts her way forward in seat, uncrosses her ankles and rises to set the cup on her chair to keep it warm. Or something. Three seconds later, she repeats it lazily for Rey's benefit. Poe, however, is given a curt little nod. Her small talk's spent.

"For those who were away during the 'incident' that shall serve as background info for this briefing, I'll recap." Her lips part, lungs draw in a visible breath, then she moves forward to lean an elbow on the projector console. "Several weeks ago, Corporal Black was boxed up for our retrieval as a torso with a head. None of that sentence was exagerration. Quite literal." One brow arcs up with an inward sigh and she upturns a palm. "The creative soul behind this latest assault on Black was - again - Oran Arcantael. We'd love to rid this thorn from our side. Recently, our irregular," a nod goes to Sapphira, "Dyannah Nerus delivered some valuable information to me, in regards to Arcantael. The source SHE received it from is - in my personal opinion and history - not so credible a body, however....I am assured this was sincerely given. So. Here it is." The general clears her throat softly and putzes with her datapad for a moment.

[Sapphira Yavok]

Sapphira can't hide just a touch of a smirk when Amber rises and saunters over with the more colloquial greeting. "At your request, ma'am," Sapphira responds, reaching up with one hand to touch her hair, making sure it's staying in that simple yet spacy Star Wars updo that goes with her uniform. In doing so, the sleeve of her blazer slides up a bit, revealing a flash of color on her right forearm. A tattoo, perhaps? Something new. "Not that it takes much to drag me out of the two-chit backboiler hostels I get put up in these days. Join the Resistance, see the galaxy..." the last, as she trails off, is clearly meant as a playful lament for her current station. In truth, her smile never falters as she discusses it.

Rey gets a nod of recognition, but the love lost between herself and the Jedi Mistress remains just that: lost. It's all professionalism there.

For Poe, there's a slight blink of surprise at the familiar face seen after so many months. "Sir," she says to him, using the same tone of respect she did for Amber but with a more comfortable delivery, one she's clearly more comfortable giving anyway.

Seated at last, with her own datapad out in front of her, Sapphira folds her hands and looks across the table at Amber to listen. An eyebrow quirks high at the discussion of the torso, but no other outward signs of inner thought are given. She nods in Amber's direction, ready for the woman to go on.

[Rey]

Rey finds a place to lean back again and place her hands together over her lap, her sand-hued clothing clean and fit well to her shape, the usual style for her lacking sleeves connected to the tunic itself, baggy trousers and fine leather boots.

At Poe's arrival, Rey looks to him and offers him a light smile before she looks back to Amber and Sapphira as they speak.

A light nod is given to Ambrosia's rundown of this Oran fellow. "I believe I know some about Merek Black's involvement with these individuals who did harm to him, but not a lot. Frankly I've found Mister Black's behavior to be a bit off-putting at times. Though that could just be a result of his injuries, I'm not sure. I haven't spent enough time around him to know..." She pauses briefly then and glances between the other three.

"I'll happily help find this Oran however. If there are any leads on his where-abouts."

[Poe Dameron]

Poe kicks over a crate and steps one leg upon it to lean casually. For some, it was no secret that the Major had gotten into a nasty duel and took a shot to his leg. Ever since then, he'd been undergoing physical therapy to ease the limp, and idle stretching helped him fight the pain. It was a subtle motion, but it made Poe seem casual despite the seriousness of the situation.

"Hey Red." He acknowledged her with a nod. Poe's spot was with Rey, or near her at least. He remained standing though. "Arcantael was that short huttsucker that had me ambushed in Coronet. I paid a friend, Grom, to make him a head shorter."

[Ambrosia Greystorm]

"Well, evidently your friend Grom hasn't put the pruning shears to work, yet," Ambrosia grumbles, eyeing Poe over the top of her datapad. Rey's assessment of Merek doesn't receive confirmation from the BG, but she doesn't deny it, either. Anyone within earshot of the briefing room door - on many an occasion - would have a hunch about her feelings.

"My nephew's ex wife - worst thing he's ever done - the wife, not the exxing - writes: Oran's got family on coruscant, estranged sister, parents, he was isolated from his family due to his tendency to let his wang make decisions for him." There's a deliberate pause there, eyes closed, and head suffering a little shake for a moment before she presses on. "He is a feverent and true believer in the Order's cause but a man of vice. He frequently visits and is visited by professional men and women-all humans he refuses to screw anyone not human but beyond that his appetites in drugs and partners of all shapes and sizes is prolific. He lives at Parmac Towers on 175th floor apartment 4P. His access code is 2243 He flies a U-wing named Junta. The code to Junta is tycho . He doesn't have a holonet address set up on his datapad codewise and I control ALL of his digital stuff. Message me at peaches@holonet.net and I will pass along anything that's missing. End quote."

And that's that? Greystorm lowers the pad to its hip holster and retraces her steps for a sip of cold, mealy caf. Mmmm.

[Sapphira Yavok]

Sapphira listens, because what else is there to do? It's quite a thing to listen to. She'll wait until the General is finished, and until the pad is put away, and until said General has taken that long sip of nasty caf. A poignant pause, to be sure. Then, very slowly, she wheels her chair around to those behind her. Those bright greens travel from Rey to Poe, and then very slowly she turns her chair back to face the General again. "Well," the redhead drones slowly. "I suppose this is the time to say it, since it's relevent enough that it shouldn't get HR on my ass but ... the Major here is far and away the most handsome humanoid we have to offer." Is there a deep, foundational current of amusement in her voice as she says that? Perhaps. But she passed her bluff test so you'll NEVER KNOW.

[Rey]

Rey's eyes drift away from Poe to her right, back to the General who lays out everything that they know and it makes her eyelashes flutter just a little. "That’s all very... specific." She softly replies to it before her stare drifts over to Sapphira when she looks back to herself and to Poe.

Sapphira's words take a small second for Rey to understand the implications of them but then it makes her smirk and glance downward for a moment before she shakes her head and looks up again. "I don't think it'd be wise to send someone to attempt to seduce this person. If that was your meaning." Rey says to Sapphira. "But then again, I guess our approach here really does depend on what we want or need out of this Oran fellow..."

"Are we simply looking to question him, or are we looking to..." She doesn't really want to say anything like 'assassinate' even if that word did filter through her mind. Interrogate, also is a word she considers but isn't really keen on. So she just tilts her head gently. "What is our desire with him?" She simply asks.

[Poe Dameron]

"Sounds like my kinda guy." Poe answers suggestively. It's not exactly easy to tell if he's bluffing or telling the gods honest truth, but Poe's chuckle afterward was at the suggestion he seduce the man of vice. "Nah, he knows my face. It's a part of the charm, honestly. Handsome rebel pilot, memorable face, the hair." He gestures. To Rey, he points. "This presents an ideal opportunity to capture him and find some things out. Particularly, about the Knights of Ren because he /is/ a force user. Secondly, about the First Order. Supply lines, ideal points we can exploit. What the General decides to do with him, we'll leave that up to her. She makes those decisions." Poe hooks his hands to his belt again. "We'll need to ask our Irregulars to work up a dossier on this man. WHere is it he frequents, is it predictable, and where are some ideal ambush locations. From there, it'll be about execution. Overwhelm him and ensure he's alone."

[Ambrosia Greystorm]

"Me personally," Ambrosia rubs her jaw while watching Rey over the top of her mug. "I'd like him dead." She's got no problem saying so. Obviously. "But this isn't MY Resistance. It'll be better to juice him for all the knowledge he's worth, first." She fingerguns at Poe. "As Dameron says, before we can consider what we'll do with him when we catch him, we'd better narrow down a means OF getting close enough TO catch him. Alive. If possible." Dammit.

"Nerus expressed a strong interest in keeping her people involved, which is a request I'm keen to grant, as they are our eyes in the civillian sector. Yavok, that's why you're here. They are yours to handle. Domino..." A pause and she swipes her tongue over lower lip, looking like she's struggling with a bad taste in her mouth "...Greystorm...is one of his frequent 'friends'. His main squeeze, if you will, as I understand it. She's gifted us these details because she understands there's a monster that needs stopping. Given her intimate access to his place, I recommend using her a resource when tapping into his place. Surveil his dwelling, his ship. Pick through the man's closet. If we get to know his tastes, we get to form up a profile. If we get to figure his favorite whores, well...all the better. Set the honey trap, catch us the bugger. But I agree - we can't use one of our own as the plant. We can't bait him. He'll need the element of control, I suspect. So let's let him pick his company and we'll be ready to crash the party. Nothing distracts a man better than a good piece of ..." HR? What is HR? "tail." Okay, maybe she's familiar with HR. "I would know...having made quite the honeypot, in my day." No chuckle. No wink. No toss of hair. She ain't kidding.

Gross.

"Rey, as much as I'd like to give my Army troops the benefit of the doubt as to their abilities to execute a raid-and-arrest order, I'm not blind to the obvious advantage Arcantael has over us...ungifted sorts. Am I correct in feeling that the most efficent way to secure him, when ready, is to utilize your comrades in ... ability?"

[Sapphira Yavok]

Everything, but everything in the General's statement gets passed over for one particular fact. Dominio is the source. THat makes Sapphira's eyes widen slightly, ever so slightly. "Oh," she says, and that one little sound carries quite the weight of understanding to it. Amber's distrust of the source, and her displeasure too at it's nature. Yes, that's all quite clear now. "Right. I'll loop everything in with Dy, see how she wants to play it, but I've got some ideas," the redhead admits. In a flourish, she's quickly pushing to her feet. Those heels click-clack on the floor as she moves. "Let me run and try to catch her now, I know she was planning a move and I want to get in touch before she hits hyper." With that, she's hurrying toward the door to get in touch with her boss. While her click-click-click steps don't slow, she does give Poe a passing clap on the shoulder with her datapad before she's gone.

[Rey]

Rey shifts her stare over to Poe who's words draw out a soft smile from the young Jakkuan, but she looks down and away from him again as he finishes his words which make her look up to Amber when she begins hers. Some of what Amber says floats right on over and past Rey's head and ears, as if she wasn't even understanding the meaning of those later spoken words, she just seems far more fixated on the task at hand here.

Sapphira's exiting draws Rey's attention before she can respond to, but as the other woman leaves, Rey looks back to Amber.

"I had a run-in with this Domino individual on Naboo." She states. "Yuun introduced us. Frankly after speaking to her I came to the conclusion that trusting her would be a very unwise decision to make. I found her to be unusual and likely entirely motivated by credits, or personal gain, rather than any sense of justice or morality toward either sides of the conflict that we're all participating in..." She trails off then before adding more quietly. "I don't trust her."

A breath is taken in then and Rey's shoulders raise up a little. "If this man is a member of the Knights of Ren, then his ability with the Force could be at any possible level. Be it well trained, or novice, based on my experiences with them so far. But... my allies generally fall closer to the untrained level, or at least not nearly as well trained as some of the Supreme Leader's minions."

A glance to Poe, then back to Amber. "I'd rather not have any of my people involved in this. They're still very... wounded after our last engagement with the Knights of Ren. I volunteer myself alone though." She doesn't want the other Jedi to be harmed in this, Syrus had personally taken quite a beating after all.

[Poe Dameron]

"You won't go alone, Rey. I'll be a part of the team too." Poe says, but he gestures. "When the time comes at least. There's still a great deal of legwork that needs to go into vetting this man to determine if he's a target we /can/ get." Poe glances toward Sapphira as she claps his shoulder in passing, and he turns his head slightly to look toward her departure, but straightens to look forward a split second later. "I think it's wise to leave this with the Irregulars. Both the Jedi and my people are all on wanted ads across the galaxy. Me especially.." He thumbs back to himself.

[Ambrosia Greystorm]

"Keep me posted," Greystorm grunts at the retreating Sapphira, staring at the younger woman's clickity-clackity heels as she goes. So impractical. Pursed lips take a downward turn into cup and she sips while listening to Rey's take on the situation. And Poe. "That's fine. Can't say I'd be thrilled with the idea of my boy trying his hand at playing the hero, either. And along that line of thinking, I don't think it needs t'be said, but I'll say it anyway: Under no uncertain terms, Corporal Black is, at this time, barred from involvement in the apprehension or transport of our mark. Period. I will, however, entrust a ground strike team to Sgt Korell, should we get that far. Pvt Rais is an exceptional marksman, can provide cover from afar. Out of sight."

• Sip*

"So we're in agreement, then. The Irregulars will accrue more data on the man. Establish his patterns, look for an in, report back. We'll reconvene to discuss action, from there."

[Rey]

Rey's brown eyed stare goes over to Poe when he says she won't be alone. She responds to that by dipping her chin toward him in an affirmative--and likely a thankful gesture as well--before she looks back to the General.

Once both of them speak of the situation and where they all stand unified on how to progress, Rey draws in a light breath. "I eagerly await to hear where and how we'll proceed. I'd like to talk to one of Kylo's people in a moment where we're not at-battle. It would be a chance for me to learn a bit more about how they... exist, as they do. Not to mention I might be able to shed a little light on the lies that Kylo has likely fed him, as he's tried to do to me as well and so many others, such as bounties for crimes we didn't commit..."

She glances back to Poe then, he likely understand that feeling as he's had hunters after him as well.

"I'm ready though. Just let me know when and where." Rey then finally says.

[Poe Dameron]

"We're in agreement, General." Poe adds on after Rey, nodding his head. "I've learned my lesson about rushing into things. Best to let the intel build up." An amused chuckle follows and Poe pulls back his sleeve to look at the time displayed on his chrono. "Drek.. I'm due for a patrol soon. I'll catch you both later. General." He nods, then he turns to Rey and backtracks a few steps, angling a finger gun at her. When he pulls the trigger, he winks. "Rey." He allows another second for a small smile, then turns to the lift to disappear. After a few moments, Poe's voice comes over the radio chatter again. <<"Hey uh, Snap.. just /how mad/ is Jess that I'm late?">> Snap answers with just a chuckle. <<"..that's what I thought..">>