Light in the Darkness pt. 1 (Closed)

[Michael Scott]

Kunda walked into the jedi temple with pep in his step, he had flown all the way from Tython to meet with the Prime Envoy just for this reason. Kunda, one of the order's few Wookiees, felt a strong presence of destruction in the force a couple of weeks ago; this feeling was, of course, the destruction of Muunilinst and its population. Even so, Kunda along with the other Jedi, felt there was something left on the planet; but even with these feelings, nobody had done anything about it, until now. Kunda had met with Ebberla Daw and the two had formed an agreement to check out the planet if they were approved, so Kunda immediately scheduled a meeting with the Jedi's Prime Envoy. Since Kunda was not able to speak Galactic Basic Standard, he borrowed a translation droid and took it with him. Finally, Kunda found the quarters of the Envoy and knocked on the door.

"Master Axgar," the droid translated, "it's Kunda, I've come to see you."

 

[DeathToll]

"Oh yesss. Pleasse, come in!"

The muffled voice invited from within, carrying his usual pleasant tone as though they were meeting for afternoon tea.

Once the door had slid open, the grand interior of the wide open space would reveal the Prime Envoy's living space; with spanning clear windows to the cityscape beyond and the even flow of air traffic across the city. The lengthy apartment space was drapped with royal blues and reds, carrying more a purpose to his meetings with Representatives and small government officials than for his own use. He did in fact sleep here most of the time, but with a main desk at the room's center and an official look to the whole thing - it looked more like an office than a personal living space. Upon the desk were dozens of framed pictures given to the Prime Envoy of him posing with all different sorts of figure heads. More kept out for their sakes than for his own enjoyment, it was, however, obvious that the center of the room recieved more attention than any other part around it. A small and simple bed was pushed off to one corner, and a just as small meditation seat looked similar to a hanging hammock in the other corner. It was placed right up against the glass to the view of it all. Several almost unrecognizable flags hung from short poles along either side of the desk, as left from an earlier meeting this day; as Virzivil had barely enough time to transition between his busy schedule.

Bending over to pick up some papers that had fallen passed the desk, Virzivl still managed to look composed and easy; he was always flowing smoothly as the Force itself. Lifting back up, a bit of color would be flush upon his cheeks from the momentary inversion and he looked to the doorway with a smile. His hullepi dangled a bit as his eyes squish together, truly happy to see this Jedi today. He was glad to hear of an active awareness and an eagerness to discern the truth.

 

[Michael Scott]

When the Prime Envoy opened the door to his quarters, Kunda was astonished at the decorations and the large amount of space that the Jedi Master had to himself. Unlike lower ranking quarters, it seemed that ranking jedi had nearly an entire block to themselves, even though the uses of both were different. Jedi Padawans had to share a room with another one, Knights had their own room but it was still the same size as the padawan dorms, apparently Master have nearly four dorms put together; Kunda figured it might have something to do with the small amount of Masters left in the order. But enough of the room, Kunda had came for official business and it was time to take charge.

"Master Axgar," the droid translated as Kunda took a chair, "I know you've heard of the destruction of the Muuns and like everyone else we want to do something about it. I, all of us, seen the holocams of the aftermath and we know there's something more to this. I am requesting to lead a team of Jedi onto the planet and discover what, if anything, we are missing."

 

[DeathToll]

Virzivil sat down opposite Kunda and before the desk, rather than take his own designated seat behind it; he stretched a hand out to the droid as it lower into a stasis, both the understanding of the Wookie through Listening and Comprehension and the droid's translation was too much noise.

"There isssh no need for that."

Moving on to the Jedi's concerns, Virzivil adjusted in his seat to warmly face Kunda.

"I underssstand your concccern, Kunda. Your intent isssh honessst. I agreed to meet you today becaussse I believe in your causse. However, thisss missssion mussst ssserve intelligenccce for intelligenccce sssake and not further lead to chaosss without knowledge. I am comissssioning you and your team for thisss act at my own resssponsssibility. Go. Find out what you can, but remain cautiousss. If at all possssible, remain under sssecrecccy; as giving information away as we learn it will do usss equal harm as good in thisss inssstanccce. Gather your resultsss and return to me. I will bring your resultsss to the Councccil and the collective wisdom will act on thisss knowledge appropriately."

Virzivil was cautioning the Wookie Jedi for many reasons, yet to stress that this meeting was not yet brought to the Council's notice. Virzivil was not permissing a strike team by any means, but quite the opposite. He was allowing only an intelligence recon misison, with little (if not zero) contact with the enemy. This was a matter of gaining intelligence and getting it to the right people. And Virzivil was placing his trust in Kunda.

"Are we at an underssstanding?"

Virzivil spoke decisively yet peacefully, as a friend in confidence; a completely tranquil male Khil. His last question, one hundred percent open for any questions or concerns, was more a pact to uphold each of their ends equally. If Kunda did this right, the outcome could completely effect the Jedi as a whole and for the better.

 

[Michael Scott]

Kunda shut off the droid after the Master had discreetly mentioned it. The Master was understanding of Kunda's thoughts, but he was also the Prime Envoy, which means he had to think about the diplomatic side of this as well; but the meeting was not lost and it was heading in the right direction. There were a few questions in which Kunda had contemplated on and he wrote them down on a piece of flimsi.
1. Should the team wear disguises?
2. Should there be reinforcements on standby?
3. Should there be a medical team on standby?
4. Take recordings of the major metropolis areas?
5. Insertion and Extraction?
6. Maintain Radio Silence?

 

[DeathToll]

Virzivil leaned forward with a pleasant demeanor, and grabbed hold of a pen to proceed to check off what he was allowing.

Slot number one, he made a simple check mark. He definitely wanted this to remain a secret, especially to their enemies.

Slot number two, his pen hovered. He shook his head discretely back and forth, then wrote; "extraction team only". He was not giving permission for a strike of any kind. Though, he was going to petition for some immediate shifting of forces should quick action be required. If possible, he would have several ships ready to make the jump towards the planet in response to any unforseen extremes. It was not necessary for Virzivil to voice this to Kunda, however. All that mattered is that Kunda's team remain a secret, and that their priority be information gathering and not action. The pen cut a crossing line through the word 'reinforcements'.

Slot number three, he again shook his head. They were not to act, but to learn and get that information directly to Virzivil. The pen wrote a number. It was Virzivil's emergency contact number. He could be reached directly and immediately through that line. The pen underscored it twice, then wrote the tiny words; "contact" and "emergency".

Slot number four, the pen checked an affirming mark. He most definitely wanted to know what was going on down there.

Slot number five, the pen wrote; "descrete". They were on their own. This was to be completely under the radar. And as much as Virzivil wanted to help, the Galactic Alliance would not let such a mission fly. Kunda was doing the Alliance a great service here, but carried hand in hand with the risk it brought this team.

Slot number six, the pen checked another affirming mark. Secrecy, again, was paramount. If absolutely necessary or somehow capable of not being detected, they had Virzivil's number. It was the most secure line he had available to him, and the Prime Envoy had many.

Virzivil then leaned back as he looked to Kunda out of the corners of his eyes.

 

[Michael Scott]

Kunda stood up and bowed to the Jedi Master, no words were necessary, their conversation was over and Kunda had his mission. Although, he did say thank you, Kunda knew the Prime Envoy was satisfied and would be further satisfied after the results of the mission came up either positive or negative. As Kunda left the Master's room, his mind began racing on the battle plan, after all this would be the most notorious mission in all of the Order's history; this could also be fatal and severe the diplomatic relations between the Galactic Alliance and the Jedi. As fate had it, neither of this mattered to Kunda, the only thing he cared about was what ever was on Muunilinst and what he had promised the Prime Envoy. He quickly made his way to the quarters of his fellow teammate.

(((who will be NPCing or will there be enemy ground forces?)))