Log:Resistance: The Azzameen Connection II
The Azzameen Connection II
OOC Date: February 5, 2019
Location: Azzameen Station
Participants: The Resistance: Ambrosia Greystorm, Nova Korell, Grak'nar, and Elrych Cometburn
It had taken a few days for the Resistance contingent and the slowly returning evacuated techs from Azzameen Station to get it working and root out the viruses infecting major station systems. The SFC and others offered to run patrols around the station and help with security during the repairs especially since Tallie picked up some ships fleeing just as they arrived in system.
This at least earned the nascent group of rebels brownie points with the old and experienced smuggler and slicer known now as Aeron Garn. It also gave them time to have more higher brass shuttled in to negotiate what ever deal they could come up with. The curvy brown haired mixed with gray station owner sits behind her desk and waits for those who would enter to meet with her and talk about trade and what they could do for each other.
Being the security-minded type, Nova Korell toggles the door open, pausing to make sure the room's secure. She's wearing S2 armor in dark gray digi-camo, but bears a Resistance morale patch on one shoulder and the left of her breastplate. Seeing that things are good, she nods politely to Aeron, then gestures her approval to the VIPs she's escorting, slinging her carbine.
Ambrosia's adopted an uncharacteristic sense of patience for this occasion, waiting quietly behind while her escort ensures all's clear on the other side. In the old days, she was the one doin' the clearing.
The Brigadier General nods back once Nova gives her signal, glances to Grak'nar, then takes a few sweeping strides through the door. She's worn her more ceremonial, enigmatic clothing for the occasion, rather than stuffy uniform, but the knee-high boots strike a rhythmic clip-clop that sounds just as disciplined as the field variety. "Thanks for being an amenable host..." she issues an almost purr-like greeting, furrows set into the corner of her eyes that speak to some old, shared secret from one aging rebel to another. "It does make matters of diplomacy more tolerable." She comes to a halt an arm's reach from the desk and bows her head halfway, canted just a /tilt/ to the side so her fellow Resistance might stay in view.
Grak'nar is clad in his old folks robes. Cane in hand, the Noghri keeps close to his charge... this evening, it's the General. She may go this way, she may that way... the bodyguard is almost at her heels, anyone who gets within arms reach of the General gets a /VERY/ close look.
"Ambrosia Aderanne..." Says the woman with a sort of sly smile. "I never forget a face no matter how old, scarred, and wrinkled it gets." Her eyes glance towards Nova whom she had seen earlier, "Don't let her fool you, she was quite the sight back in the day." A glance back to the General, "Still is... As long as She's not trying to steal my Husband from me." Her and Olan had married not long after Endor. "It's General Greystorm now is it? So, old friend. What is it I can do for you and your 'resistance' General?" She puts her feet up on her desk. She was always kind of that way. A curious eye goes towards the Nogihri... she honesly had never seen the species before. "What... are you?" She asks, in a sort of friendly but curious manner.
Nova nods to Aeron, agreeably enough. "I've seen a holoimage or two, Ms. Azzameen-Garn," she replies politely. "I hope I'm that vital at the General's age, in many ways."
She gives Grak'nar a glance, not any more familiar with his race than Aeron is. Is he security, too?
"All's fair in cards, and war," Ambrosia murmurs, scratching lightly at the side of her nose. "Fortunately, 'Ice Queen Aderanne' wasn't in pursuit of a warm bed. Just warm bodies...under her blade." She eyes what room's left on Aeron's desk to consider its perch potential but remains at polite parade rest for now. "We've been on a tour of friendship, Aeron. We'd tried to rally support prior to the tragic fate of Hosnian Prime, but as the First Order spreads its reign of terror and blockades, I've watch former allies and friends to the Republic throw in the towel and surrender. Your family once lended strength to the Rebellion. We're hoping you might feel up to a second round." To put it bluntly.
As for the Noghri....Ambrosia has no answers, so lends none. That's for the Grak'nar to answer!
Grak'nar is very, very quiet. The questions directed at him are responded to with silence. The little alien perches next to the General, hands resting atop his cane, peering up at the others. He looks calm enough, just watching and listening patiently, his gaze following every movement even the of the slightest of Nova's fingers.
Aeron laughs to the General, enjoying th banter perhaps. "Fair enough Ice Queen. I heard you had a couple kids. Had one of my own myself." He sits up in her chair, taking her feet off her desk. "Listen you folks helped a lot you know. My kids real good with computers. He's probably about as old as yours are now. Anyways, one of your pilots mentioned that a few ships jumped out of here as you arrived and the station was down. Emon and Emkay didn't see anything. Somehow though, there's about 200 Tons of Hyperdrive Fuel Missing. Hyperdrive Fuel that belongs to Crimson Dawn, yeah?" She pauses in order to indicate the seriousness of that. "Find out who took it and get it back for me and... for all I care, you can LIVE here. I just need that drek back."
There is a look to Grak'nar as he doesn't answer, Then a look back to the General and Nova, "Is he like a pet or something?" Nova, having sized up Grak'nar's economy of movement, shakes her head cautiously at Aeron. "Not in the least." She frowns, considering the task at hand. "Hyperdrive fuel... not the easiest or cheapest thing to get, these days. Do you know anything about the thieves?"
"Grak'nar is predominately in service to /the/ General, however..." Amber's jaw cocks to the side as she regards the silent little sentinel at her heels. "I seem to have acquired his shadow. Perhaps General Organa's sense of humor." Her lips press into a thin, mirthless smile as arms fold across her chest, the shrug and shifting of outerwear revealing just a modest arsenal strapped 'round her hips.
"What /kind/ of hyperdrive fuel?" Greystorm glances to Nova, then back to Aeron and her feet. "Coaxium, Rhydonium...we may be able to make some inquiries around, via eyes and ears in the less than savory hubs of trade." Of her own brood, Greystorm says nothing. Greystorm Shipping Co isn't a tremendous secret and if one dug enough, they could turn up record, no doubt.
Grak'nar remains at Ambrosia's ankles, as it were. He does break away from her service, at least for the moment, seeing as business is being conducted. The tiny alien slinks forward, scuttling about the feet of Nova and Elrych, just giving a little sniff, identifying the pair before he returns to Ambrosia's heel, perching in an alert manner.
"Coaxium..." Grumbles Aeron, the more rare kind. The kind that kind of gets explosive if not in the right environment. She looks between Nova and Amber, "Emon is looking over the security footage. They must have been the ons who put the Virus on the station in order to steal what they did. It wasn't one of his that go loose... this time." Perhaps that saved the twenty something year old from the wrath of his mother. "Do what you have to-"
The group is interupted by the abrupt arrival of Elrych. "Heyyyy." He says with a cheesy smile, thos Tetan Holo Sunglasses over his eyes. Hair a gelled mess. "Sorry I'm late." He looks down to Grak'nar and frowns, "The heck are you doing?"
Aeron just kind of stares at the Jedi. "Right..." And then to Grak, "I suppose that would be her style. From what I remember. Like I said. You get this back for me. We'll help you any way we can. We have a deal?"
Nova's eyes follow Grak'nar's sniffing progress around her legs. "Underpants and socks check?" she asks puzzledly, reaching down and unfastening her belt and greaves. She pulls them open, showing her sky blue athletic briefs. "Now doesn't seem like a good time..."
She glances up, giving Elrych a quick smile as the Jedi comes in. "Have trouble with the gel dispenser again?" she teases amiably.
Ambrosia's eyelids rest at about half mast, stare kept locked on their host rather than acknowledge the obvious weirdness happening around/behind her. Maybe this is a slice of karma's repayment for the many terrible things she's done. "Cometburn," she motions a finger over her shoulder for the tardy Jedi, "Get a copy of Emon's footage, when it's ready. If we're lucky, we'll know what ships we're lookin for. If not, least we know the /type/ of fuel. And quantity." They've scrounged for intel on less! She steps forward to close the gap and extends a hand across the desk. "Deal. If our takedown of the StarKiller and other feats of selfless sacrifice commited thusfar aren't enough to inspire your contribution to this fight, then may 200 Tons of Coaxium do the trick." Is there a little edge to her tone there? Yes. The hand remains extended nevertheless.
Grak'nar just sits next to Ambrosia, nothing fancy!
Elrych frowns at Nova, "What?" He kids of blushes a bit before looking to the General, playing with his hair. "I, wait... what? Uhm, okay. Sure." He clearns his throat and gives a nod to Aeron.
The Woman behind the desk flicks eyes between those gathered. "Deal then... listen." She sighs, "I don't know about your accomplishments but lets say I've gotten a little more sympathetic towards my Uncles position back in the day. We've a buisness to run and a family to support and keep safe without the First Order breathing down out back. It's not that we don't want to help... just... we need to make sure our debts are paid in order to do that. Yeah? And that the operation stays quiet." She stands and holds out a hand towards Amber, "It's a deal then." What Aeron didn't know was that Blackrock was about to go down not to long after this encounter. At Grak'nar's lack of reply, and Elrych's frown, Nova blushes and pulls her armor together. "No, then." She's been in the Resistance a while, but some things she still hasn't gotten used to. She takes a half-step to her right, to keep the negotiating parties in sight. "I think we can do quiet, Ms. Azzameen-Garn. It's a specialty of ours, considering we're still around."
"Well, we can't receive aid from an exterminated ally, can we?" CAN they??? Ambrosia affords the heiress of Azzameen a little wink. "Like Sgt Korell says, we're no strangers to secrecy." She gives Aeron's hand a firm squeeze then straightens back out and motions to her little gray minion that their visit is at end. A side nod to Nova suggests the same. "We'll be in touch, Garn. Perhaps when this dealing is resolved, a drink? To toast rejuvenated ties..." Sparing just a hint of a smile - genuine - the BGEN offers a curt nod farewell and turns on heel to go.
Elrych glances towards Nova and her panties and blushes a bit himself. "Don't... take those off Nova. Wait till we get back to the ship. Geez." He kinds of tips his head down and looks at her with his blue eyes from above the glasses. He smiles then.
Aeron shakes the Generals hand. "Do what you have to. Slap my idiot son around if you need to. Which ever..." She then sits back down and sighs, starting to go through some back logged messages while they were disconnected from the holonet.
Elrych follows along behind Amber and the others. "Well I best go see Emon... See what I can dig up."
They would be allowed to stay on the base as long as they needed in order to complete their mission.
