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This thread is based on the events of: From Tactical Badger to Tactful Badger News of The Worlds It is an immediate consequence of the events of News of The Worlds. The familiar visage of Nastia Vant once again filled vidscreens and displays the galaxy across. It was an emergency broadcast...

Jacob felt the security team start to close in from behind and he knew he had pushed to far. He slid a hand discreetly into his pocket as Lyanna stood up, and clicked his comm on. It was a default connection, direct to Nastia Vant's personal line. Whether or not she picked up, audio would be...

Jacob gave her the most scorching look of incredulity that he could muster. "Ms. Kallig," he said evenly. "Things are moving in the galaxy. There will be conflict, yes...but it is like a forest fire. It is rejuvenating. It is kindled by the hearts of the oppressed; change is coming and if my...

Just how naive was this girl who fancied herself Empress? Had she no idea of the scale of her Empire and the complexities that came with running it during wartime? Jacob was no expert but he had prepped for this interview well. Conversations with political and cultural analysts from outside the...

He decided not to press it too far with the Force and dropped his projection of disdain as quickly as he had created it. He turned his attention to Lyanna's response. She had dodged his question elegantly but in doing so had revealed what Jacob believed to be some of her true nature...and he...

"She'll be fine," Jacob said tersely to Sylvie. He had no time for her and she seemed like the type to hang around like a bad smell. Jacob turned his attention to Levi, wondering what in the world to do about the annoying starlit. He didn't want to be stuck doing some fluff interview with a...

This thread is based off the events of the following IC events pertaining to the Kuat Drive Yards reconstruction effort: The Shock Doctrine Wicked Game Tricks of The Trade A Toast! Special shoutout to @Nightfall to be so willing to compromise their own character's image to create such an...

Theme "I'll save you the trouble, Ms. Kallig," He said, truthfully. He wanted her to know--perhaps not the exact details--but just how brilliantly she had been played. "A group of concerned citizens, a slicer collective I'm sure you've heard about called The Nine, uncovered this information and...

Jacob listened to Aila over the comm and smiled at the haughty Kuati lady he was speaking to. It seemed that they had accomplished everything they came to do. He listened with polite disinterest to whatever standard denial she was giving and waited for her to finish. "Thank you, Madame...

"Ah! Ms. Kallig! Splendid party," Jacob said, taking a sip of the fine Kuati brandy that the occasion warranted. His voice was even and cheerful but his eyes...his eyes were cold and predatory. "It would seem though that you and I do need to have a little chat." He slid an envelope along the...

"Oh, is that so?" Jacob said in an even tone, smiling along with Rowan. "I'll differ to you here since your knowledge of the inner workings of the Sith is vastly superior to mine." He decided to see if that was true and roughly, without any finesse or care probed Rowan's mind with the Force. Not...

Jacob was repulsed, but not surprised by the networks' choice of co-host. Rowan Harlow was the natural choice, given the public tension between him and Jacob. As if there wasn't enough to boost ratings already, they had to throw that into the mix too. He smiled and looked to his partner as...

Jacob had had enough of the little starlit and his trashy friend staring at him and whispering. Excusing himself once again to Monique, he got up from the table and begain to thread his way across the club to the pair. When he reached them, he stood there for a moment a dark expression on his...

This was not exactly how Jacob had wanted things to go...though, truth be told he wasn't all that surprised. Veterans like this one were often cagey about their experiences and, if the cheap prosthetic arm was anything to go by, life hadn't been particularly kind to Fynn since. He waited...

Jacob wasted no time. He didn't like being here; there was an edge to the Force that surrounded Arnen that Jacob didn't like. It felt so different from what he remembered of his mother and different still from the cold calculation and tamed violence that had swirled around Darth Vrael. He kicked...

The security man seemed to have realized he might have pushed things a bit too far...or perhaps the thought of having a naked journalist in his looby, on his order, was just too much. Either way, he began to stammer an apology once Jacob started to undo his belt. With a suggestion that, of...

"I'm sure they can handle it," Jacob said, looking around at the goons and shrugging. "They look like big, strong lads. I'm sure they're used to it." He signaled to the cameras to start recording. He wasn't interested in being schmoozed by the Empress. If she wanted to try and woo him, she'd be...

The crowd wasn't quite as big as Jacob would have liked it. He had been hoping for more security guards and perhaps the local police to be called. What he got was a good chunk of the security guards being called but no police and fewer gawking spectators speaking in hushed tones. That said...

Jacob hated the underbelly of Coruscant. It smelled, it was cramped and everyone, everywhere wanted to knife you. He felt as though he should have had a mirror strapped to his head as he walked so he could always see behind him. The Force was good, but with Jacob's limited experience with it...

The ridiculous security detail, body guards and whatever other hidden protection she had lying around made Jacob just the tiniest bit nervous. Not, of course, that she'd have reason to kill him. He had directed most of his commentary directly to Elix, whom she had killed for the very reasons...