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Abel used this opportunity to make his leave...He could sense that this would not be the end of what was going on, and knew that he would most likely be seeing the light saber wielding man again.
Bureaucracy Is Hell, But Coruscant Is Worse
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The arrival of the guards sufficed to confirm his suspicions about the hooded man. Obviously they had some sort of monitoring equipment here and were able to see what happened. Assassinate? Kusac briefly thought of offering his assistance, but figured the guards would merely take offense. Forget this, it's none of my business anymore. With the unpleasantness finished Kusac turns to his remaining guide, only to discover him missing. Sighing heavily he turns and begins making his way to bay 13.
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(GreaterThan will be in the second thread tommorrow if he can spare the time like today, so should be able to do the continuance and an update on what this thread ends on. ^^ Same for Neo if he decided to join as well.)
Vaerin would bow to the guardsmen and walk past them in a slow, steady pace, making his way towards their waiting craft. Abel's life-force would be seared into his Force-sense, a consideration for future opportunities. "I'm sure Senator Diran will be willing to see the reasons behind my actions, though that's up to the Force to decide, now isn't it?" Let the guardsmen wonder about his allegiance. Sith, Jedi, neither, even he had given up trying to lump himself into any. He was a Shadow now, simply someone that existed and acted of their own volition. Someone who had, for some time, dared to look beyond the half-truths of his past and saw a possible future.
For now, he felt a sense of great opportunity, all stemming from the actions in the hangar to what would be decided upon meeting this politician who so seemed to want to speak to him. Boarding the shuttle, he would turn to watch the guardsmen who by then should have caught up or passed his steady stride.
Vaerin would bow to the guardsmen and walk past them in a slow, steady pace, making his way towards their waiting craft. Abel's life-force would be seared into his Force-sense, a consideration for future opportunities. "I'm sure Senator Diran will be willing to see the reasons behind my actions, though that's up to the Force to decide, now isn't it?" Let the guardsmen wonder about his allegiance. Sith, Jedi, neither, even he had given up trying to lump himself into any. He was a Shadow now, simply someone that existed and acted of their own volition. Someone who had, for some time, dared to look beyond the half-truths of his past and saw a possible future.
For now, he felt a sense of great opportunity, all stemming from the actions in the hangar to what would be decided upon meeting this politician who so seemed to want to speak to him. Boarding the shuttle, he would turn to watch the guardsmen who by then should have caught up or passed his steady stride.
The small shuttle would depart but seconds after Vaerin's feet settled on the Durasteel flooring, and off they were. It was hard to say it was truly nighttime on Coruscant; the endless labyrinth of color illuminated in every direction left little for darkness along the main routes, they the sidestreets and corners were bathed in darkness.
The guard would immediately disembark on the settled shuttle at the Congress building; no further clearance was needed at the door as they would whisk Vaerin into the hall, through one corridor or wide, decorated passage to another. It was a several minute walk to Senator Diran's bay, accessed by the swipe of a keycard from the guard who had previously been piloting the shuttle. If no resistance was given Vaerin would be guided through the main office into Diran's personal office, where the Senator could not help but crack a grin once the door had been closed. Rubian Bliel, my good Jedi? Or are you a Sith?
The guard would immediately disembark on the settled shuttle at the Congress building; no further clearance was needed at the door as they would whisk Vaerin into the hall, through one corridor or wide, decorated passage to another. It was a several minute walk to Senator Diran's bay, accessed by the swipe of a keycard from the guard who had previously been piloting the shuttle. If no resistance was given Vaerin would be guided through the main office into Diran's personal office, where the Senator could not help but crack a grin once the door had been closed. Rubian Bliel, my good Jedi? Or are you a Sith?
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Vaerin would forgo resistance and easily comply throughout the process, listening to the guardsmen's speech patterns and communications when they spoke, mulling every word over. he had never been within the Alliance's Congressional center, though he found most of the decor to be far too eccentric for his tastes. Maybe if they used more black and gold, rather than bright colors as the main affair. Amusing thought, if unimportant to his overall situation. Though, the personal bay and main office did seem better, he didn't approve too much of the personal office.
His response to the question took a moment as he surveyed the room, an underlying system scrolling across the inside of his helmet's visor as it located listening devices and cameras, most of which he shut down with the program. Sighing softly, he let the visor slide up and removed the helmet, pushing his brown hair back with the hood before putting the helmet in the back-straps of his suit. "I am somewhat hungry, so I'll accept the offer. As for what I am, maybe both, maybe neither. I gave up on trying to be either some time ago."
"Though, I'm sure most would consider me the latter for my methods. But I am, after all, only human." Moving towards a chair, he would settle back into it uninvited and place his covered hands together, eyeing the Senator curiously. "Since I've admitted that much, I'm curious as to your own agenda. You supposedly held Alliance Intelligence operatives from investigating my actions long enough to spirit me away, though they likely are aware of that, and by doing so have likely endangered your social status. Risky moves, but profitable if managed correctly.
"So, I am quite intrigued. Though my lack of a proper dinner does slightly dampen that." He would smile wryly, seeming to emit an utterly calm composure and business-like tone, with friendly undertones to it.
His response to the question took a moment as he surveyed the room, an underlying system scrolling across the inside of his helmet's visor as it located listening devices and cameras, most of which he shut down with the program. Sighing softly, he let the visor slide up and removed the helmet, pushing his brown hair back with the hood before putting the helmet in the back-straps of his suit. "I am somewhat hungry, so I'll accept the offer. As for what I am, maybe both, maybe neither. I gave up on trying to be either some time ago."
"Though, I'm sure most would consider me the latter for my methods. But I am, after all, only human." Moving towards a chair, he would settle back into it uninvited and place his covered hands together, eyeing the Senator curiously. "Since I've admitted that much, I'm curious as to your own agenda. You supposedly held Alliance Intelligence operatives from investigating my actions long enough to spirit me away, though they likely are aware of that, and by doing so have likely endangered your social status. Risky moves, but profitable if managed correctly.
"So, I am quite intrigued. Though my lack of a proper dinner does slightly dampen that." He would smile wryly, seeming to emit an utterly calm composure and business-like tone, with friendly undertones to it.
Diran paid attention first to the acceptance of his offer for the Rubian Bliel, though he was rather stumped as to why the man spoke of it as if it was some kind of food. The desk was of a fine, exotic wood, with wide-patterned rings; but the commlink built into his desk simply refused to activate when engaged. Diran smirked, passing him a knowing look. As you please.. he said, stepping out the door for just a moment; though it would be only seconds before one of his guards had it delivered from a small cooling chamber off to the side. Diran was often thirsty.
Returning to his office he would offer it directly to the man, and should it be accepted he would swagger around the seated person back to his own large, thronelike seat, leaning forward on the desk to address him only after the guest was finished speaking. As I said, that poor security officer attempted to assassinate you; he must have snapped under the incredible amount of stress. You speak as one who is on nobody's team; well, friend, you are certainly on my team now. he finished with a rather satisfied smile. I am not here to make you an offer of one thing or another, but I am afraid to fend off any further litigation against you it would be wisest to comply with me. I am not worried about those pawns in Intelligence; and on the morrow, I do think that the Holonet shall find our side of the story most valid, as well as my personal plea for the aforementioned agenda. All that I require of you is to keep your lightsaber out of sight and stay near, so I can show you to be the misunderstood, rejected-from-society Jedi that you really are, one with only the most noble intentions and eagerness to participate in aid of a Senator who understands you. Any questions?
Returning to his office he would offer it directly to the man, and should it be accepted he would swagger around the seated person back to his own large, thronelike seat, leaning forward on the desk to address him only after the guest was finished speaking. As I said, that poor security officer attempted to assassinate you; he must have snapped under the incredible amount of stress. You speak as one who is on nobody's team; well, friend, you are certainly on my team now. he finished with a rather satisfied smile. I am not here to make you an offer of one thing or another, but I am afraid to fend off any further litigation against you it would be wisest to comply with me. I am not worried about those pawns in Intelligence; and on the morrow, I do think that the Holonet shall find our side of the story most valid, as well as my personal plea for the aforementioned agenda. All that I require of you is to keep your lightsaber out of sight and stay near, so I can show you to be the misunderstood, rejected-from-society Jedi that you really are, one with only the most noble intentions and eagerness to participate in aid of a Senator who understands you. Any questions?
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He was only mildly surprised when it was a drink, rather than food, that he had been offered. An acceptable substitute, though. Sipping at it lightly, he would listen to the Senator, mulling it over slowly as he was told of his exact position in this situation. Politics, it seemed, had come to him rather than him to them. Opportunity, ahead it was what he saw, as well as dangers. But to make change, to become great, you have to take that leap, ultimately. The Jedi didn't see that, and the Sith were too reliant on the past.
In the three years of being a Shadow, of slowly seeing the galaxy at large, he saw these things and had heard them from exiles of governments and orders of different calibers. Only one person in history, distorted by so many yet there for everyone to see, had looked towards the long-term and short-term together. And now, maybe he could become the second to attempt it, and maybe succeed. He decided. "You have my attention, and I do admit your words hold some appeal. But if it's litigation that I have to fear, I know how to subvert it myself. People dissappear, some lie, some just forget, and others are killed by those they trust. So, what else can you offer beyond enacting such an amazing story, hm? Tell me of your agenda, just a bit. I'm truly interested."
He would smile, a sly look crossing his features and gone in moments, replaced by a purely serene expression.
In the three years of being a Shadow, of slowly seeing the galaxy at large, he saw these things and had heard them from exiles of governments and orders of different calibers. Only one person in history, distorted by so many yet there for everyone to see, had looked towards the long-term and short-term together. And now, maybe he could become the second to attempt it, and maybe succeed. He decided. "You have my attention, and I do admit your words hold some appeal. But if it's litigation that I have to fear, I know how to subvert it myself. People dissappear, some lie, some just forget, and others are killed by those they trust. So, what else can you offer beyond enacting such an amazing story, hm? Tell me of your agenda, just a bit. I'm truly interested."
He would smile, a sly look crossing his features and gone in moments, replaced by a purely serene expression.
What have I to offer? Diran chuckled, reclining in the said plush throne, taking a moment to thoughtfully straighten his elegant purple-shaded robes. You, my friend, are a warrior. You need an enemy to fight, and I can certainly promise you that with me, you will have plenty of foes.
Diran would rise, cutting his eyes thoughtfully at the Force-wielder; there had been word that perhaps he too could touch this Force, but Diran had always dismissed such talk. Pulling forth a rectangular drawer he would bring out a small holopad, shutting said drawer and setting the device upon his desk top. It only took a small press of a button to activate the projector, showing a hologram of a random point in the Emergency Congressional Segment. I will tell you what my problem is with Democracy... he said, his voice lowering to an eerie drone, The problem with Democracy is, it's too democratic. Oh yes, it will look so grand in the Jedi archives that the great Alliance did everything in it's power to avoid the loss of lives. They only ever resulted to war when thirty planets were bombarded and billions of defenseless people were slaughtered. Heard the story before, Jedi? I have. Over and over, this endless cycle. They assault, we rally some miracle comeback and win. I have had it with this aimless string. Had it, I tell you.
Diran had brought himself to a near-shout as he finished; it took a deep breath and a brief pause before his formalities returned. He would straighten his posture once more, rising from his throne to deactivate the hologram. Tomorrow, I am going to plea my case first through Holonet, then on the Floor. I was hoping for the assistance from more than my five-odd Guards in the other room there. Are you willing to participate or not? To that end, what is your name even? His infamously short patience was expiring, not on the Jedi, but on the situation altogether.
Diran would rise, cutting his eyes thoughtfully at the Force-wielder; there had been word that perhaps he too could touch this Force, but Diran had always dismissed such talk. Pulling forth a rectangular drawer he would bring out a small holopad, shutting said drawer and setting the device upon his desk top. It only took a small press of a button to activate the projector, showing a hologram of a random point in the Emergency Congressional Segment. I will tell you what my problem is with Democracy... he said, his voice lowering to an eerie drone, The problem with Democracy is, it's too democratic. Oh yes, it will look so grand in the Jedi archives that the great Alliance did everything in it's power to avoid the loss of lives. They only ever resulted to war when thirty planets were bombarded and billions of defenseless people were slaughtered. Heard the story before, Jedi? I have. Over and over, this endless cycle. They assault, we rally some miracle comeback and win. I have had it with this aimless string. Had it, I tell you.
Diran had brought himself to a near-shout as he finished; it took a deep breath and a brief pause before his formalities returned. He would straighten his posture once more, rising from his throne to deactivate the hologram. Tomorrow, I am going to plea my case first through Holonet, then on the Floor. I was hoping for the assistance from more than my five-odd Guards in the other room there. Are you willing to participate or not? To that end, what is your name even? His infamously short patience was expiring, not on the Jedi, but on the situation altogether.
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Vaerin let his amusement show as the Senator stated his opinions and future actions, finishing the last of the drink before sitting back, hands steepling together as he considered it all. "Foes to fight for a warrior, you say?" He found himself laughing, softly and hard to curb, settling only once the urge passed. "You plan to strike at the Sith first, is it, or simply prepare better? Nothing the Alliance can prepare will be able to last on the defensive, but an offensive would be more effective. The drawback is, you leave yourself open unless every strike is at the same time, or too quick to see."
Still, despite knowing that, he knew that the Senator was right. It was an endless cycle, Sith manipulating others and heading wars, intent on domination. Like him, yet not. No, the Sith didn't truly think in long-term, they weren't able to control themselves as well as Jedi, but even Jedi were too long-sighted to see the present for what it was. Vaerin remembered databanks, recording knowledge Revan, a Sith and Jedi and neither, had left behind. Revan had tried so hard to achieve balance, and been betrayed for his trust. Yet, in some ways, he had succeeded.
The Jedi had gotten stronger but had been fools, the Republic had rebuilt but never seen the threat. That cycle over and over and over, playing out... He shuddered to think of it. And now it was his chance to try it, to break the cycle. A hidden blade that would cut the string when the time was right, to put it into a saying. "My name is Vaerin Naleen. But for my own safety, and yours, just call Jalek in public... You'll have my support and knowledge for your cause, as you wish. But for me to aid you, I'll need funds to build up a network of contacts, people to get information I need that you might not see the use of, in some cases. Can you give me that?"
Still, despite knowing that, he knew that the Senator was right. It was an endless cycle, Sith manipulating others and heading wars, intent on domination. Like him, yet not. No, the Sith didn't truly think in long-term, they weren't able to control themselves as well as Jedi, but even Jedi were too long-sighted to see the present for what it was. Vaerin remembered databanks, recording knowledge Revan, a Sith and Jedi and neither, had left behind. Revan had tried so hard to achieve balance, and been betrayed for his trust. Yet, in some ways, he had succeeded.
The Jedi had gotten stronger but had been fools, the Republic had rebuilt but never seen the threat. That cycle over and over and over, playing out... He shuddered to think of it. And now it was his chance to try it, to break the cycle. A hidden blade that would cut the string when the time was right, to put it into a saying. "My name is Vaerin Naleen. But for my own safety, and yours, just call Jalek in public... You'll have my support and knowledge for your cause, as you wish. But for me to aid you, I'll need funds to build up a network of contacts, people to get information I need that you might not see the use of, in some cases. Can you give me that?"
Folded his arms, reclining to listen as the other made a perfectly valid point concerning tactics; but it was not specifically where he was concerned, so he responded only with a nod of his head.
Pleased to know the name of his accomplice he brought himself to stand. The night had grown long and found sleep not far around the nearest corner - quite literally, as his bedchamber was indeed one right turn across the small hallway. Anything you will ever need, my friend, will be provided. You may stay where you please tonight, on my credits. But as morning comes, keep that lightsaber tucked away, and behave yourself at all costs. Whenever asked, make the point clear how that officer attempted to assassinate you and you acted in self defense, how you were surely going to be prosecuted had understanding Senator Diran not supported you. I do not threaten you, but I will be assuring; I will cut you away before I let you ruin me. Now, let's be friends. Good evening, Jalek, I do hope you enjoy the production tomorrow. He would finish with a sly little smirk, gesturing to the door with a free hand.
Pleased to know the name of his accomplice he brought himself to stand. The night had grown long and found sleep not far around the nearest corner - quite literally, as his bedchamber was indeed one right turn across the small hallway. Anything you will ever need, my friend, will be provided. You may stay where you please tonight, on my credits. But as morning comes, keep that lightsaber tucked away, and behave yourself at all costs. Whenever asked, make the point clear how that officer attempted to assassinate you and you acted in self defense, how you were surely going to be prosecuted had understanding Senator Diran not supported you. I do not threaten you, but I will be assuring; I will cut you away before I let you ruin me. Now, let's be friends. Good evening, Jalek, I do hope you enjoy the production tomorrow. He would finish with a sly little smirk, gesturing to the door with a free hand.
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Nodding, Vaerin would rise and give the Senator a half-bow, half in mockery of Jedi protocols and half in sincere respect. "Until tommorrow's little act, then. Goodnight, Senator, and please make sure you don't die early. I'd hate to lose my newest... acquantince." Moving out of the office, he would explain that he was to be accomodated on the Senator's funds, giving the guardsman he was addressing a specific location. As he was led towards a transport, he mulled over the deal. So far, he was quite pleased.