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Attention new members! Due to a very persistent set of spammers insistent on selling us kitchens, all new members from now on cannot start new threads. If you're not a spambot, just shoot Wes Loran a PM and you'll be given access to posting new threads.

Thank you for your patience! -Indy (16.08.2014)

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Wes Loran
Posted: Jun 1 2008, 12:22 AM
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Iziz was a beautiful city, a beacon of civilisation among a planet of unrestrained wildness. While it did look a bit closed in, with its high walls, built to keep out the dangerous beasts native to the planet and turret tower defences, it was still a magnificent sight. Both methods of defending the city were built during a time when the Beast Riders were at odds with the people of Iziz, giving it all a sense of history. Wes liked history, it was an interesting point in life, and he enjoyed knowing about past events. It gave knowledge about the Onderonian people, and that would help him in the long run.

However, he was not here for a history lesson, no matter how much he wanted to investigate further into it. Now he was searching for someone in particular, someone who claimed to have information that would be valuable for the Alliance. Normally Wes wouldn’t take such a minor assignment as this, as Director he had plenty of underlings to take it on, but this rather ‘safe’ mission was perfect for him at the moment, it would be like taking a vacation, a much needed vacation. The doctors had tried to stop him, but he’d demanded that they give him a reason, a reason involved with his physical health. They’d checked him, and found no kinks; it was almost as if he hadn’t been tortured at all. That was a feat he owed to his new Jedi ally. The doctors, bewildered and confused, had no choice but to let him leave.

He allowed a self satisfied smirk cross his features as he felt the large pleasure yacht he was a passenger on set down on its assigned spot in the space port of Iziz. He was quite happy with the mission so far, while he wasn’t one that liked those gigs that the rich and famous of the galaxy enjoyed, his time on the Fortune had been quite enjoyable, and he’d taken advantage of his cover for the mission. Apparently he was a rich businessman from Corulag, a Jack Ma’iver, he’d gotten enough attention despite no one knowing who he was. It had given him some perspective on people who travelled on trips like this. It all came down to the state of your personal bank account.

Rising from his seat, he followed the crowd, leaving his luggage behind in his quarters. As this was an expensive and exclusive sort of thing, the luggage would be sent to the hotel room he’d be staying in during the days in Iziz. The purpose behind the trip was to give each guest a chance to pop by different worlds, enjoy the sights and then return to the comfort of the yacht as they headed to the next destination. Ma’iver had arrived as a late guest, arriving as the ship was docked on Kuat, his excuse for his tardiness that work had gotten in the way. After Onderon he’d jump ship early and work would be the excuse. Apparently Ma’iver was very diligent in handling his businesses.

He spilled out into the spaceport crowd, happily looking like any normal rich tourist, with his tunic and trousers of a fine material, cut in a fancy style and the billowing cloak behind him, all in shades of humble greens, the most prominent of those a nice moss green, the woman who’d chosen out the outfit said it fit him. Force knew he had no idea himself what fit him. The style was the latest fashion on Coruscant, he had to stay in character, of course. While the clothing style wasn’t exactly ‘him’, if there was such a thing, it would do for now. Who knew, he might keep it for another opportunity to wear it, he did like the cloak.

Fishing up his spaceport pass, he flashed it at a spaceport official, and they made no move to stop him or check him more closely. His way of carrying himself and his attire no doubt told them he had money, and if anything, Iziz wanted the money tourism had to offer. Entering the main plaza, he cast a glance around, before continuing in a beeline towards the area where he’d been told his hotel was. He acted properly like a tourist, being curious and poking over to all the interesting things that caught his attention. He’d seen them before the last time he’d been on the planet, but hadn’t had much time to investigate them. Being shot at did that to you.

When he finally stepped into the lobby of the hotel, he approached the receptionist, giving his ‘name’ to get the keycard for his room. He questioned her out over the local events and if anything special was happening, keeping his questions in character for a man who was eager to burn his credits on something exclusive. The man who had hinted to having information had said he’d be around the more fancy joints, rather than those seedy cantinas, a good change, as it was quite cliché for a not entirely legal meeting to commence in a setting like that.

((Does Wes see anything interesting during his walk and does the receptionist share any particularly interesting information?))


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Name: John Wesley Garik Loran [BANK]
Nicknames: Wes
Callsign: Casanova, "Nova"
Alias: Eldar Sercess, Falkieri Phelan, Pike Kunta
Gender: Male
Age: 53
Species: Human
Homeworld: Corellia
Ship: TL-1800 freighter, S-250 Chela-class starfighter

Faction: Alliance of Free Planets
Rank: Director of Intelligence, Grand Admiral/Marshal
Class: Pilot/Smuggler/Spy
Flagship: Foreigner, Keldabe-class Battleship

Inventory:
  • Rebel Body Armour
  • Baragwin Stealth Unit
  • Force Mask
  • S-5 Heavy Blaster Pistol
  • Vibro knuckler
  • Controller FP (extendable)
  • Wrist Launcher
  • Tranquilizer Darts (x10)
  • Vibrosword
  • ABC Scrambler
    - 3x ABC pods
  • TD2.3 Electrobinoculars
  • Light amplification goggles
  • Mechanical interface visor
  • Headset comlink
  • Sonic pacifier
  • Stokhli spray stick
  • Gyrda keypad
  • FD-62 security de-scrambler
  • Level D Implant
  • Cortical Datasplint
  • x15 Frag grenades
  • x5 Smoke grenades
  • x10 G-20 Glop grenades
  • x3 Detonation packs
  • Bounty Hunters' Guild License
  • Marksman-H Remote
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Xira Stone
Posted: Jun 1 2008, 12:33 AM
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((You see nothing out of the ordinary in your walk to the hotel--just fellow tourists, civilians, and even a few guards as well. Security is a constant in a capital city like Iziz. The receptionist informs you of many interesting events ranging from several tours that will be held within the next few days, a few fancy dinners, and one large gala being held by one of Onderon's most renowned nobles occurring tomorrow night at the Queen's Palace...though the latter is invitation only. The receptionist, however, hints that everything is for sale in Iziz for the right price, of course, meaning that you may be able to procure an invitation if you have enough credits or the right connections.))


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Gender: Female
Age: 47
Species: Human
Birthplanet: Dolomar
Ship: Atonement, Super Star Destroyer

Faction: Confederation
Rank: Grand Admiral

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Wes Loran
Posted: Jun 5 2008, 07:44 PM
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Everything, huh?” He said, quirking an eyebrow and giving her a slightly roguish grin, oozing of charm, if he didn’t say so himself. The receptionist blushed and gave a small giggle, but went back to business as she told him the level his room was on and that his luggage had been brought up. He thanked her for sharing that information before sliding his keycard off the surface of the desk and slipping it into his breast pocket. Pushing away from the desk, he reflected slightly that if he’d been younger, that woman had been swooning at his feet in no time, but that was a young mans game, he wasn’t exactly a spring chicken anymore.

Sauntering further along the lobby area towards where the signs indicated the turbolift that would take him closest to his room was situated, he quickly located the thing, finding himself oddly impatient and unwilling to dawdle, even if he pretty much had several hours ahead of him of pretty much nothing but walking around. Quickly entering the turbolift before anyone else could get to it, he felt the mechanism set to work as he shot upwards to the level he’d indicated he wanted to go to. The ride was fairly pleasant, the turbolift providing a view over Iziz as it shot upwards.

As the turbolift came to a halt, Wes quickly exited it, settling into a probably more military looking march than he should have been using, which he quickly moved to correct, sliding into the sauntering gait of a careless man, who wasn’t worried about anything at all. Arriving at the number of his room, he inserted the keycard and it slid aside effortlessly, without a sound apart from a gentle woosh which was more soothing than other sounds. With a small shrug, he entered the room, taking in the impressive sight.

The room was large and roomy, decorated in soft pastels, the most prominent colour a soft green. He had to chuckle at that, it seemed someone at the Alliance was obsessed with the colour green. The layout was fairly simple, a large lounge area near the door, with sizeable couches that looked very comfortable to accommodate whomever took residence with an entertainment unit situated in the middle of everything. The entertainment unit looked impressive on it’s own, high tech and very, very shiny. Apparently the people of Iziz weren’t exactly suffering under the Confederation. They could provide benefits the Alliance couldn’t. The channels would be filled with Confederation propaganda though, and Wes didn’t want to watch that mess, so he’d pass on using the entertainment unit too much. To the far right he could see the entrance to the ‘fresher, probably just as impressive as the rest of the room, and the sleeping area fashionably hidden from the lounge area with the help of some swanky looking almost transparent curtains, which were currently tied to the side so they were out of the way.

He noticed his luggage collected at the foot of his bed, and made a beeline towards it. Picking up one bag, he rummaged through it until he dug out a large compact looking comm. unit, special Alliance issue used for sending information without getting caught. Going over to the comm. terminal in the nearby wall, he pressed some buttons and requested a link to Corulag, not a suspicious thing, as his identity apparently had family there. Bringing the comm. unit over, he connected the thing properly to the terminal, connecting it properly so it could convey its message without problems.

He quickly typed up a message, with the general meaning being that of success as far as his arrival went and no signs of fishy trouble yet. He mentioned the shindig at the party and requested Intelligence see if they didn’t have any connections to that so he could acquire an invitation. While he’d do it if necessary, he didn’t much like the thought of finding someone to bribe to get in. While it wouldn’t be all that odd for a rich man to want to get his fingers in on the business that would most likely be going down at the party in the palace, it might attract some attention, attention Wes didn’t want.

Covering up the secret communiqué with piles and piles of encryption, he added a rather normal sounding message; John Ma’iver greeting his family, updating them on the status of his business, telling them about what he’d seen in Iziz so far and wishing them good fortune for the future. It was all very surreal for Wes, even if he was used to having identities such as this. He’d never experienced needing to send a message to his family to update them on his situation, because they were all dead. A muscle twitched in his forehead as he felt his temper flare at the thought of a certain brother, but he killed it before it could grow out of hand. Now was not the time for him to become irritable.

He sent the message, hoping that he’d get a response to it sooner rather than later, and that it would be positive information, rather than negative. Not having to track down someone selling an invitation would save him valuable time he could use elsewhere. His luck had been running low lately though, so he would prepare himself for disappointment. In any case, having to track down someone with an invitation would help him keep his mind off his more personal issues that had cropped up lately. It did seem they liked coming in groups. Shaking his head, he did his best to banish those thoughts. They wouldn’t help him today.

Moving to the rest of his luggage, he gently picked up the smaller of them, opening it and pulling out a whole arsenal of grenades. Of course, they’d told him he was going a bit overboard with the explosives, but Wes had insisted. Everything was turning nasty for him, it seemed the least he could do was blow everything up around him if this thing turned nasty. Finally he pulled out a small holdout blaster, not his S-5, but he couldn’t be lugging that around if he was some swanky rich guy with credits to burn. He’d feel much safer with the S-5, but if he did get into the party at the palace, being armed like that would raise some eyebrows.

((Did the Alliance Intelligence Division come through with the invitation, or does Wes have to do it himself?))


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Name: John Wesley Garik Loran [BANK]
Nicknames: Wes
Callsign: Casanova, "Nova"
Alias: Eldar Sercess, Falkieri Phelan, Pike Kunta
Gender: Male
Age: 53
Species: Human
Homeworld: Corellia
Ship: TL-1800 freighter, S-250 Chela-class starfighter

Faction: Alliance of Free Planets
Rank: Director of Intelligence, Grand Admiral/Marshal
Class: Pilot/Smuggler/Spy
Flagship: Foreigner, Keldabe-class Battleship

Inventory:
  • Rebel Body Armour
  • Baragwin Stealth Unit
  • Force Mask
  • S-5 Heavy Blaster Pistol
  • Vibro knuckler
  • Controller FP (extendable)
  • Wrist Launcher
  • Tranquilizer Darts (x10)
  • Vibrosword
  • ABC Scrambler
    - 3x ABC pods
  • TD2.3 Electrobinoculars
  • Light amplification goggles
  • Mechanical interface visor
  • Headset comlink
  • Sonic pacifier
  • Stokhli spray stick
  • Gyrda keypad
  • FD-62 security de-scrambler
  • Level D Implant
  • Cortical Datasplint
  • x15 Frag grenades
  • x5 Smoke grenades
  • x10 G-20 Glop grenades
  • x3 Detonation packs
  • Bounty Hunters' Guild License
  • Marksman-H Remote
  • Medallion
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Shay Marin
Posted: Jun 5 2008, 07:51 PM
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(( Luck is with Director Loran today. It turns out Alliance Intelligence has some dirt on a relatively prosperous nobleman in Onderon society, stuff that the Confederation would likely imprison the guy for--if not execute him outright--if they found out. Wes' subordinates are able to lever this hold over him into getting him to supplying an invitation for Jack Ma'iver as his 'guest' at the party. Blackmail for great justice! ))


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Name: Shae'andri'lar Marin
Nicknames: Shay, Shay-face
Current Aliases: Brin Trell, Nara Andros, Tacita Drea
Gender: Female
Age: 43
Species: Human
Homeworld: Dolomar
Personal Ship: The Lucidity, a Delaya-class courier
Modifications: Class 1 Hyperdrive, Tractor Beam
Secondary Ship: The Equinox, a YV-929 armed freighter
Modifications: Second-Degree AI
Teritary Ship: A Stealth X Starfighter
Modifications: Jedi Shadow Bomb (x10)

Faction: Jedi Order (Alliance [Provisional Commission])
Rank: Jedi Master (Lt. Colonel/Intelligence)
Class: Jedi Sentinel/Investigator
Known Forms: Shii-Cho, Makashi, Soresu, Shien, Niman
Mastered Forms: Soresu, Shien

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Threads:
  • When Opportunity Knocks
  • Wicked Games
  • All Good Things Come to an End
  • The Frayed Ends of Sanity
  • Slipping Through The Cracks
  • Pure and Easy
  • Peace of Mind
  • Council Meeting
  • Final Solution
  • We Never Change
  • If You Want Blood (You Got It)
  • Another Tricky Day
  • To Be Alone With You
  • Everything's Not Lost (Memories)
  • What Goes Around Comes Around
  • Honourable Intentions
  • Connected
  • Decisions, Decisions
  • Slow Me Down
  • Come Together
  • Knowing Me, Knowing You
  • Assault on Korriban, Part II
  • Eye of the Storm
  • Read My Mind
  • The Devil Takes the Hindmost
  • Ends and Beginnings
  • Somebody Told Me
  • Anti-Violent
  • How You Remind Me
  • Snow Blind
  • Miserable at Best
  • Harder to Breathe
  • I'm Your Fool
  • Ammunition
  • This is Your Life
  • Try To Fix You
  • Marching on a Dead End Road
  • We're Not Okay
  • Never Is Enough
  • Clothes of Sheep
  • From Keldabe, With Love
  • More Than His Share
  • You May Be Right
  • Look What You Did
  • Salut des Armes
  • Follow You Down
  • Uncharted Sea
  • The Family You Come From
  • The Winds of Change
  • Hey, Soul Sister
  • All Right Now
  • I Will Not Bow
  • In Quartata...

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    Shay Marin
    Posted: Jun 22 2008, 07:42 PM
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    While Master Marin didn't believe in the concept known as luck, she did find it rather ironically amusing that she had spared so little haste in getting back to Corellia only to find the man she was after was no longer there. Not that this was much of a surprise to Shay once she had given it a moment's thought. In a way, it was only to be expected; no doubt the Director of Alliance Intelligence was a busy man when he wasn't being held captive by the Confederation. Loran being off on a mission was likely a far more 'normal' state of affairs than the circumstances under which she had first met him.

    Him being a 'hands-on' sort of leader didn't bother the Jedi. After all, her own experience in covert ops had inclined Shay towards dealing with matters on her own rather than leaving them to subordinates as well. However, she was beginning to wonder if the Force enjoyed sending her following after Corellians for some strange reason. It was becoming something of a pattern. Then again, she hadn't been required to volunteer to join the Director on his current 'vacation'. It had simply seemed like the right thing to do at the time, which was all the reason a Jedi needed. Besides, Shay tended to be protective of those she had spent so much effort saving in the past. No reason to let all her hard work go to waste, right?

    Admittedly, Loran's subordinates had probably derived entirely too much fun out of creating Shay's current alternate identity for her. She suspected someone at Intel was attempting to play a prank on their superior by assigning 'Brin Trell' to take on the role of Jack Ma'iver's mistress, Derla Mishner. If only they truly knew how hilarious this entire set-up actually is. Loran would be sure to get the joke at least, and Shay would be content with the opportunity to share the inherent humor in the situation with someone else for a change. Normally she only got to be amused all on her lonesome about such things as a Jedi playing someone's affair.

    If she regretted anything about her current assignment, it was the fact she could not cloak herself in her habitual psychic shield against observation. That was how she normally preferred to operate in the field when at all possible, after all. However, this mission called for her to be seen, if not precisely heard. Eyecandy hanging off a rich man's arm was there to be seen, that was the whole point of the concept.

    Not to mention someone like Derla--a pampered daughter of a Coruscanti banking family--would be definitely desirous of all the stares Shay received as she made her way through the hotel lobby. A woman wore a dress of this nature in order to draw attention, and the garment was serving that job quite admirably at present. Shay liked the dress well enough, finding the gold color the Alliance had selected rather flattering. Admittedly, she'd had to be really creative about where she'd hid certain things under the dress due to its design. At least her hold out blaster fit in the matching small clutch purse. It wasn't good for much else, really.

    As was appropriate for her current persona, Shay allowed her hips to sway sensually as she glided across the marble floor towards the turbolifts. Along the way, she haughtily avoided meeting the stares--some admiring, some lustful, and some flat out jealous--directed at her while she did so. Someone of Derla's 'stature' would consider most people beneath her. Shay had never fully understood why possessing large sums of credits seemed to invariably turn people into self-centered elitists. Much of this had to do with the fact she'd grown up amongst the Jedi, and therefore found the concept of material wealth unimportant. Still, she had observed the behavior enough in others to be able to emulate it quite effectively herself.

    Several men went out of their way to give the blonde woman priority access to the turbolift car when it arrived, and she outwardly accepted such as though it were only her just due. She then proceeded to ignore all attempts by said men to garner her attention during the short, smooth ride upwards to the appropriate floor, choosing to focus her amber gaze on the lovely view of Iziz instead. Even at times like this, Shay took the opportunity to appreciate aesthetics in architectural design. The Jedi ability to multitask meant she could do so while still keeping her thoughts mainly focused on her objectives.

    Once the 'lift stopped, it was another short walk down the hallway and to the right to the room 'Jack Ma'iver' had been assigned. Shay sent a quick 'flick' of her Force perceptions outwards to ensure Loran was indeed there and not off on some errand for whatever reason. It would be exceptionally inconvenient to have gone through so much effort to doll herself up and make an entrance on his behalf if he wasn't even there to appreciate it. After confirming his location, the Jedi Master knocked on the door, settling herself to wait in a languidly elegant pose with one hand resting lightly on a silk clad hip. When he finally opened the door, she gave Loran a slow smile full of promise, though her eyes were decidedly amused as they took in the sight of him. "The things I'll do to keep a date with you."


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    Name: Shae'andri'lar Marin
    Nicknames: Shay, Shay-face
    Current Aliases: Brin Trell, Nara Andros, Tacita Drea
    Gender: Female
    Age: 43
    Species: Human
    Homeworld: Dolomar
    Personal Ship: The Lucidity, a Delaya-class courier
    Modifications: Class 1 Hyperdrive, Tractor Beam
    Secondary Ship: The Equinox, a YV-929 armed freighter
    Modifications: Second-Degree AI
    Teritary Ship: A Stealth X Starfighter
    Modifications: Jedi Shadow Bomb (x10)

    Faction: Jedi Order (Alliance [Provisional Commission])
    Rank: Jedi Master (Lt. Colonel/Intelligence)
    Class: Jedi Sentinel/Investigator
    Known Forms: Shii-Cho, Makashi, Soresu, Shien, Niman
    Mastered Forms: Soresu, Shien

    Inventory:
    Threads:
  • When Opportunity Knocks
  • Wicked Games
  • All Good Things Come to an End
  • The Frayed Ends of Sanity
  • Slipping Through The Cracks
  • Pure and Easy
  • Peace of Mind
  • Council Meeting
  • Final Solution
  • We Never Change
  • If You Want Blood (You Got It)
  • Another Tricky Day
  • To Be Alone With You
  • Everything's Not Lost (Memories)
  • What Goes Around Comes Around
  • Honourable Intentions
  • Connected
  • Decisions, Decisions
  • Slow Me Down
  • Come Together
  • Knowing Me, Knowing You
  • Assault on Korriban, Part II
  • Eye of the Storm
  • Read My Mind
  • The Devil Takes the Hindmost
  • Ends and Beginnings
  • Somebody Told Me
  • Anti-Violent
  • How You Remind Me
  • Snow Blind
  • Miserable at Best
  • Harder to Breathe
  • I'm Your Fool
  • Ammunition
  • This is Your Life
  • Try To Fix You
  • Marching on a Dead End Road
  • We're Not Okay
  • Never Is Enough
  • Clothes of Sheep
  • From Keldabe, With Love
  • More Than His Share
  • You May Be Right
  • Look What You Did
  • Salut des Armes
  • Follow You Down
  • Uncharted Sea
  • The Family You Come From
  • The Winds of Change
  • Hey, Soul Sister
  • All Right Now
  • I Will Not Bow
  • In Quartata...

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    Wes Loran
    Posted: Jun 23 2008, 06:01 PM
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    Carefully, Wes organised the various grenades in the small knapsack, carefully picking out the most fitting orbs out of the pile he had brought. It was mostly a selection of non-lethal grenades with a mix of frag grenades in them. If Wes found himself with a fight on his hands, he didn’t want civvies to get hurt unless there was no avoiding it. However, he wouldn’t be bringing this bag into the party, he’d be hiding it near the location. If trouble found him, he could easily make a run for it and then afterwards make a stand. He preferred to do that rather than face anyone with the little hold-out he had. Oh, to long for the day where being armed at a party was a normal thing.

    Giving the hold-out, lying on his luggage, a contemptuous glare, he finished loading the knapsack and placed it on the bed. The party was soon, and his ticket hadn’t arrived yet. They’d told him to stay put and someone would bring it, which had him wondering who exactly. It could be just a normal agent, who would leave right after delivering the invitation, but it seemed a bit unnecessary for this, they could have given him a drop point and it would have looked less suspicious. But there was no knowing what his subordinates had planned, it could be anything, he was sure they had the sense to not endanger his mission, or he’d give them a piece of his mind.

    When he heard the knock, he leapt off the bed and managed to get to the door without tripping on any of the fancy furniture. To tell him he was impatient would be an understatement at the moment. He wanted to get this thing moving, so he could have something else to do rather than wander around pretending like he was going to buy some of the outrageously expensive stuff they had around here. He’d resisted quite easily. He didn’t like shopping.

    "The things I'll do to keep a date with you."

    He found himself feeling quite bewildered at the sight before him, but quickly recovered as he stepped aside to let her in, an easy grin replacing his former bewilderment. This was a pleasant surprise to say the least, and by her clothing, he could easily guess she would be accompanying him to the party. He couldn’t help but find the whole situation hilarious, obviously his subordinates had tried to pull a prank, but the joke had failed horribly. They had no idea what they’d just done.

    “What can I say? I’m worth it!” He smirked, giving a deep suave bow and gently taking her hand to settle a chaste kiss on the back of it. The door slid shut behind her, and he let out a small chuckle. “I presume my lackeys had a lot of fun creating this identity? Sorry lot, thinking they can prank me, hah, they’ll learn.” He gave a particularly evil looking smirk, promising that his subordinates would regret the day they tried to get back at him.

    “What’s the story behind your little character then?” He queried, going to where his hold-out was and picking it up. It was best they got going quickly.


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    Name: John Wesley Garik Loran [BANK]
    Nicknames: Wes
    Callsign: Casanova, "Nova"
    Alias: Eldar Sercess, Falkieri Phelan, Pike Kunta
    Gender: Male
    Age: 53
    Species: Human
    Homeworld: Corellia
    Ship: TL-1800 freighter, S-250 Chela-class starfighter

    Faction: Alliance of Free Planets
    Rank: Director of Intelligence, Grand Admiral/Marshal
    Class: Pilot/Smuggler/Spy
    Flagship: Foreigner, Keldabe-class Battleship

    Inventory:
    • Rebel Body Armour
    • Baragwin Stealth Unit
    • Force Mask
    • S-5 Heavy Blaster Pistol
    • Vibro knuckler
    • Controller FP (extendable)
    • Wrist Launcher
    • Tranquilizer Darts (x10)
    • Vibrosword
    • ABC Scrambler
      - 3x ABC pods
    • TD2.3 Electrobinoculars
    • Light amplification goggles
    • Mechanical interface visor
    • Headset comlink
    • Sonic pacifier
    • Stokhli spray stick
    • Gyrda keypad
    • FD-62 security de-scrambler
    • Level D Implant
    • Cortical Datasplint
    • x15 Frag grenades
    • x5 Smoke grenades
    • x10 G-20 Glop grenades
    • x3 Detonation packs
    • Bounty Hunters' Guild License
    • Marksman-H Remote
    • Medallion
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    To the man's credit, Loran was only locked up in stunned surprise for but a brief moment at the sight of her. The Director's mental resilience was indeed quite remarkable. A heartbeat later he had recovered enough to move aside and allow her to enter the room. She accepted the unspoken invitation and glided across the threshold, maintaining her sophisticated demeanor as she did so for the benefit of any potential witnesses. Not that she sensed any at present, but it never hurt to be cautious. Shay was definitely in her most 'professional' mode at present, which meant scrupulous attention to every detail.

    "What can I say? I’m worth it!"

    This time when it came, her smile was a real one, and definitely appreciative of his efforts. Once again the Corellian proved himself to be an exceptionally charming individual when he set his mind to it. The genteel kiss he placed on her hand was certainly a gracious gesture, as was the deep bow he granted her. That was as far as her response to it went, though. Incidentally, this proved she had not actually lost her emotional equilibrium over the past several months. Her physical reactions only ventured into the distracting for one man alone. The existence of an exception to the rules didn't mean the rules themselves were no longer valid.

    "I presume my lackeys had a lot of fun creating this identity? Sorry lot, thinking they can prank me, hah, they’ll learn."

    After the door had slid shut Shay dropped the sensual persona she'd adopted for her current role as fast as one might flip a switch. "Oh yes. In fact, they had a great deal of trouble concealing their snickering as they briefed me on the situation." Allowing a quiet chuckle of her own to escape, she swept past Loran in a lingering cloud of the expensive perfume the Alliance agents had insisted was all the rage amongst the well-to-do this month.

    Amber eyes took quick stock of her surroundings. "Nice place. Being in charge has its advantages, it seems," she quipped wryly. Her Force senses took a more thorough evaluation of the place, soon coming to the conclusion that there were no hidden listening devices or other observational equipment of any sort. Not that there should be at an exclusive place of this nature, but caution was always warranted.

    "What’s the story behind your little character then?"

    Master Marin turned back to face the Director as he questioned her, both hands clasping behind her in an unconscious gesture she'd picked up from her years on Ossus. "Derla Mishner, a member of the Coruscanti idle rich. Her family's heavily into banking and high finance. Thirty-five years of age--though she'll only admit to thirty--single, thinks of herself as a patron of the arts." A smirk started to form on her painted lips. "Someone who has so little to do with her time that she doesn't mind dropping everything and zooming off for a rendezvous with her married lover whenever he has a convenient business trip away from home."

    The blonde woman allowed a beat of silence to pass in order for that information to sink in. It was only fair that she give Loran the chance to fully appreciate the joke. However, the man's desire to get on with things was easily read by the Jedi Master, so she did not pause overlong before returning to business. "From what I've been given to understand, we're here to meet a civilian who claims to have information of interest to the Alliance. I'm to accompany you to a grand gala being held at the Queen's Palace this evening. Invitations are in the purse, courtesy of your subordinates' skill at blackmail. Anything else I should be aware of?"


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    Name: Shae'andri'lar Marin
    Nicknames: Shay, Shay-face
    Current Aliases: Brin Trell, Nara Andros, Tacita Drea
    Gender: Female
    Age: 43
    Species: Human
    Homeworld: Dolomar
    Personal Ship: The Lucidity, a Delaya-class courier
    Modifications: Class 1 Hyperdrive, Tractor Beam
    Secondary Ship: The Equinox, a YV-929 armed freighter
    Modifications: Second-Degree AI
    Teritary Ship: A Stealth X Starfighter
    Modifications: Jedi Shadow Bomb (x10)

    Faction: Jedi Order (Alliance [Provisional Commission])
    Rank: Jedi Master (Lt. Colonel/Intelligence)
    Class: Jedi Sentinel/Investigator
    Known Forms: Shii-Cho, Makashi, Soresu, Shien, Niman
    Mastered Forms: Soresu, Shien

    Inventory:
    Threads:
  • When Opportunity Knocks
  • Wicked Games
  • All Good Things Come to an End
  • The Frayed Ends of Sanity
  • Slipping Through The Cracks
  • Pure and Easy
  • Peace of Mind
  • Council Meeting
  • Final Solution
  • We Never Change
  • If You Want Blood (You Got It)
  • Another Tricky Day
  • To Be Alone With You
  • Everything's Not Lost (Memories)
  • What Goes Around Comes Around
  • Honourable Intentions
  • Connected
  • Decisions, Decisions
  • Slow Me Down
  • Come Together
  • Knowing Me, Knowing You
  • Assault on Korriban, Part II
  • Eye of the Storm
  • Read My Mind
  • The Devil Takes the Hindmost
  • Ends and Beginnings
  • Somebody Told Me
  • Anti-Violent
  • How You Remind Me
  • Snow Blind
  • Miserable at Best
  • Harder to Breathe
  • I'm Your Fool
  • Ammunition
  • This is Your Life
  • Try To Fix You
  • Marching on a Dead End Road
  • We're Not Okay
  • Never Is Enough
  • Clothes of Sheep
  • From Keldabe, With Love
  • More Than His Share
  • You May Be Right
  • Look What You Did
  • Salut des Armes
  • Follow You Down
  • Uncharted Sea
  • The Family You Come From
  • The Winds of Change
  • Hey, Soul Sister
  • All Right Now
  • I Will Not Bow
  • In Quartata...

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    Wes Loran
    Posted: Jun 23 2008, 08:32 PM
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    ”In fact, they had a great deal of trouble concealing their snickering as they briefed me on the situation."

    “I figured as much,” Wes scoffed, finding his subordinates lack of tact unsurprising. They didn’t have what it took to be a proper prankster, which was why Wes took it upon himself to… create chaos within the ranks. Mostly only those who worked with him knew for sure he was a prankster, others merely heard rumours. The pranks he pulled on anyone who didn’t work with him were blamed on various other pranksters in the Alliance. He didn’t mind them getting the credit.

    As Shay swept past him, he caught a whiff of her perfume, deciding that the expensive smell it had, as it did indeed smell expensive, was quite pleasant. It reminded him of someone, who would probably normally wear something like that normally, rather than when needed, but he pushed the thought aside, giving a mental shrug at his inner thoughts. It didn’t matter anymore.

    "Nice place. Being in charge has its advantages, it seems,"

    “I wanted a vacation,” he said with a shrug. “This was the least exciting mission I could find with the opportunity for some proper R&R while still keeping myself entertained.” It had been as simple as that, merely him wanting a vacation. He’d set himself up pretty well, while he wasn’t one for luxury, it certainly didn’t hurt sometimes.

    “I figured this thing would go pretty quickly, meaning I wouldn’t have to survive the niceties for too long.”

    "… rendezvous with her married lover whenever he has a convenient business trip away from home."

    He let out a deep laugh, finding that to be absolutely priceless. If only his subordinates were fully aware of the significance of what they’d done. A Jedi being someone’s mistress, the irony of it was a jewel to behold. He’d be so smug when the Jedi joined the Alliance officially and ‘Brin Trell’ wouldn’t have to keep up her guise. They’d be horrified, something that thrilled Wes beyond imagination.

    Shaking his head and tsking slightly, he grinned. “Jack has been naughty; I wonder if his wife knows?” He chuckled, hiding his hold-out on his person before heading for the knapsack of grenades.

    ”Anything else I should be aware of?"

    “Not really, only that I’m hiding this goodie bag somewhere near in case trouble crops up. Grenades mostly.” He knew it might look a bit over the top, but he wasn’t eager to not be prepared if the fates decided to mess with him more than they already had. “We should get going, the party will start soon.”

    He walked up to her, holding out his arm for her and giving her a grin. “Let’s have fun, shall we?” At that, he opened the door with a quick flick of his hand, letting them exit before closing it again. He headed for the turbolifts, glad that this mission was finally underway properly.


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    Name: John Wesley Garik Loran [BANK]
    Nicknames: Wes
    Callsign: Casanova, "Nova"
    Alias: Eldar Sercess, Falkieri Phelan, Pike Kunta
    Gender: Male
    Age: 53
    Species: Human
    Homeworld: Corellia
    Ship: TL-1800 freighter, S-250 Chela-class starfighter

    Faction: Alliance of Free Planets
    Rank: Director of Intelligence, Grand Admiral/Marshal
    Class: Pilot/Smuggler/Spy
    Flagship: Foreigner, Keldabe-class Battleship

    Inventory:
    • Rebel Body Armour
    • Baragwin Stealth Unit
    • Force Mask
    • S-5 Heavy Blaster Pistol
    • Vibro knuckler
    • Controller FP (extendable)
    • Wrist Launcher
    • Tranquilizer Darts (x10)
    • Vibrosword
    • ABC Scrambler
      - 3x ABC pods
    • TD2.3 Electrobinoculars
    • Light amplification goggles
    • Mechanical interface visor
    • Headset comlink
    • Sonic pacifier
    • Stokhli spray stick
    • Gyrda keypad
    • FD-62 security de-scrambler
    • Level D Implant
    • Cortical Datasplint
    • x15 Frag grenades
    • x5 Smoke grenades
    • x10 G-20 Glop grenades
    • x3 Detonation packs
    • Bounty Hunters' Guild License
    • Marksman-H Remote
    • Medallion
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    Shay Marin
    Posted: Jun 23 2008, 09:38 PM
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    (( *compresses time for great justice!* ))

    The scene was pleasing enough to the physical senses, Shay supposed. Men and women elegantly attired in formal garb swirled in pairs across the dance floor, while other attendees sat at small antique tables draped with silk and sipped expensive liquors with unpronounceable names. The musicians setting the time for the dancers were all drawn from the Conservatory Epic Orchestra, specifically hired for this event. Somewhere hidden from view from the party goers, sweet incense was burning, made from the resin of a tree on Myrkr that produced sufficient sap for the substance only once every ten years. Even the very architecture of the grand hall the party occupied was aesthetically satisfying--not to mention acoustically absorptive, allowing everyone to talk at once without drowning out the conversations of other party goers.

    The lavish displays of wealth and prestige on behalf of the nobleman who was hosting this shindig were all entirely lost on the Jedi Master. Fun, Loran had said. 'Fun' was probably one of the last words Shay would use to describe the current situation. Purging the memory core of the Lucidity and re-entering all her programming by hand and without droid help would be more 'fun' to her than this shallow social romp. By the Force, she couldn't imagine doing this as a regular thing. The boredom would drive her positively mad.

    Shay had hardly even had to engage her brain to keep up the light prattle of meaningless conversation 'Derla' engaged in with everyone she was introduced to. No one talked about anything of substance around here, it seemed. Being a quick study, the Jedi had absorbed enough data from the art journals she'd reviewed on the trip to Onderon to make a good pretense at knowing what the hell she was talking about when she met other alleged 'art patrons'. She may be a master of coming up with small talk, but that didn't mean she enjoyed engaging in it, especially not for such long stretches.

    I don't know how people can live this way... never having to exert themselves, never needing to strive for anything greater than perceived higher standing amongst their 'peers'. What's life worth without challenge, without meaning? Despite her lack of understanding of this sort of existence, Shay mimicked the behavior of such people flawlessly. All of her intense dislike of the current circumstances was buried and restrained in the deepest layers of her psyche. Her Force signature was similarly repressed; no need to risk incidentally running into another undiscovered Force Sensitive and setting off their instincts as to something 'odd' about her.

    If there was anything positive to be gained from this experience, it was admittedly quite a treat for her to perform alongside another actor as accomplished as herself. Loran and she both worked the room as expertly as though they had been trained from birth to be socialites. For her part, Shay practically clung to his side, acting very much the part of the sultry 'other woman' in Jack Ma'ivers' life. She'd even made it a point to possessively ward off other women looking at Loran with subtle gestures and warning lights flashing in her amber eyes. Those small portions of the evening were amusing, at least. She bet the Director found them so as well when he took note of them.

    All the while, Master Marin kept her true self on high alert. There was no telling what may occur here. There were relatively few details available to them as to the identity of this civilian contact they were supposed to meet. Hopefully they would be attending the gathering as well. If not, the pair of them would have to find some other way to flag the informant's attention. Hopefully that wouldn't involve going to other parties like this one, but there was no telling if that would be the case. The future was always in motion.

    (( Does Shay detect any feelings of danger or warning from anyone in the room? Does she notice anyone paying undue attention to them? Does she pick up anyone being suspicious of them? Can she locate any potential targets that might be their contact? What's the security set up like inside the grand hall? ))


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    Nicknames: Shay, Shay-face
    Current Aliases: Brin Trell, Nara Andros, Tacita Drea
    Gender: Female
    Age: 43
    Species: Human
    Homeworld: Dolomar
    Personal Ship: The Lucidity, a Delaya-class courier
    Modifications: Class 1 Hyperdrive, Tractor Beam
    Secondary Ship: The Equinox, a YV-929 armed freighter
    Modifications: Second-Degree AI
    Teritary Ship: A Stealth X Starfighter
    Modifications: Jedi Shadow Bomb (x10)

    Faction: Jedi Order (Alliance [Provisional Commission])
    Rank: Jedi Master (Lt. Colonel/Intelligence)
    Class: Jedi Sentinel/Investigator
    Known Forms: Shii-Cho, Makashi, Soresu, Shien, Niman
    Mastered Forms: Soresu, Shien

    Inventory:
    Threads:
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  • All Good Things Come to an End
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  • Slipping Through The Cracks
  • Pure and Easy
  • Peace of Mind
  • Council Meeting
  • Final Solution
  • We Never Change
  • If You Want Blood (You Got It)
  • Another Tricky Day
  • To Be Alone With You
  • Everything's Not Lost (Memories)
  • What Goes Around Comes Around
  • Honourable Intentions
  • Connected
  • Decisions, Decisions
  • Slow Me Down
  • Come Together
  • Knowing Me, Knowing You
  • Assault on Korriban, Part II
  • Eye of the Storm
  • Read My Mind
  • The Devil Takes the Hindmost
  • Ends and Beginnings
  • Somebody Told Me
  • Anti-Violent
  • How You Remind Me
  • Snow Blind
  • Miserable at Best
  • Harder to Breathe
  • I'm Your Fool
  • Ammunition
  • This is Your Life
  • Try To Fix You
  • Marching on a Dead End Road
  • We're Not Okay
  • Never Is Enough
  • Clothes of Sheep
  • From Keldabe, With Love
  • More Than His Share
  • You May Be Right
  • Look What You Did
  • Salut des Armes
  • Follow You Down
  • Uncharted Sea
  • The Family You Come From
  • The Winds of Change
  • Hey, Soul Sister
  • All Right Now
  • I Will Not Bow
  • In Quartata...

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    ((There is an underlying sense of potential danger overall in the area, but nothing directed at Shay or Wes directly. Whether this means the fish presence here is aware something might be going down or something entirely else remains to be seen. No one seems to be paying Shay and her companion much attention other than what was previously expected--jealousy abounds on a number of levels. They have done nothing to be suspicious over.

    As for contacts, with so little to go on, Shay can't be sure what to look for. However, there is one man in a far corner that looks like he could be of some interest--unlike most of the others, he's not really socializing much and seems to be scanning the crowd.

    Security is moderate. There are two guards stationed at every entrance and blocking people from moving into 'restricted' areas, but for the most part they vigilant, if not a little bored. Causing trouble here would be a bad idea, but less obvious actions might go unnoticed.))


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    Nicknames: Lys, Ly-ly, Dakota
    Aliases: Gunnar Trell, Ryder Klivian
    Gender: Male
    Age: 37
    Species: Human
    Birthplanet: Onderon
    Ships: Intrepid Force, Aurek Tactical Strikefighter
    Forerunner, Miy'til Starfighter
    Redeemer, Eta-2 Actis Class Light Interceptor (Syluire-45 hyperspace docking ring)

    Faction: Jedi
    Rank: Jedi Master
    Lightsaber forms:
    • Ataru (master)
    • Shii-cho (master)
    • Soresu (master)
    • Makashi (moderate)
    • Shien (moderate)

    Inventory:
    • Cyan Lightsaber (sigil crystal, lorrdian gemstone)
    • Ice Blue Lightsaber (Permafrost and Eralam Crystal)
    • Mephite Crystal
    • R9-series astromech, Dimmer
    • Vibro-knife
    • DH-23 Blaster pistol
    • Datapad
    • Comlink
    • Handheld Homing Beacon
    • Imagecaster
    • Jedi Beacon Transceiver
    • Basic fighter repair kit
    • Jedi Knight Robe
    • Jedi Battle Armor
    • Glowrod
    • Jedi Utility Belt
    • ^A99 Aquata Breather
    • ^Gauntlet Holo-projector
    • ^Antidotes for various poisons
    • ^8-2A medical bundle
    • ^Fastflesh Medpac
    • Basic Survival Pack
    • ^Durashelter
    • ^Thermal Cape
    • ^Water JugFilter
    • ^Condenser Unit
    • ^Ration cubes (2 weeks)
    • ^Survival Knife
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    • ^Rope (50 feet)
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    Posted: Jun 24 2008, 08:47 PM
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    Fun hadn’t been the best word to describe the party, as it was far from it, but it wasn’t exactly the party he’d been aiming at. Rich people were terribly dull, surprisingly. You’d find more entertainment on a normal street than in this room. They might find gossip entertaining, but it was hardly so when you had a wider outlook than these shallow people. Very few thought of anything beyond what they could do to make themselves more rich and/or popular. While he wouldn’t put them all in the same group, any who weren’t that shallow acted it quite well, unsurprising. Intelligence’s sneaking around looked normal compared to some groups of rich people. They all felt so at ease with all these hidden meanings.

    Wes could live without it, frankly, but today he’d have to endure.

    Hopefully something would happen, and the dullness would turn into the fun he’d anticipated. He did admit he was looking for a fight, which meant he’d be more prone to acting rather than just watching. It was a dangerous thing with him, but he’d use his common sense enough to not run headfirst into trouble. He was eager for a fight, but not suicidal, some would debate that fact though. Amazingly enough, keeping up the guise of filthy rich with an affair was fairly easy, as he found himself slip into the usual mode when he worked undercover like this. While he never liked it over extended periods of time, in the brief moments where he was working he felt himself fairly content, being able to push aside the rowdy pilot side of him in favour of the sneaky intelligence operative.

    Wes felt that the performances of both him and Shay complemented each other, increasing the believability of their act. Not that there was room to doubt it in the first place. These royals couldn’t spot a fraud if it came and tapped them on the nose, entirely blind to anything but this prestige business. Being an unknown among most, Jack Ma’iver was mostly left alone. He wasn’t of importance to them. Of course, while he was socialising, he never stopped keeping an eye on everything. In foreign surroundings it had become a habit to be constantly on guard. When in the Alliance base he only noted minor things of interest, he didn’t need work to press in on him when he was not doing any duty of that sort. He didn’t like being overly analytical, but sometimes it was needed.

    His eyes slid across the crowds, spotting one man seemingly not looking interested in the socialising game of the rich and famous. Instead, he was scanning the crowd, looking for someone no doubt. But it could be anyone; it wouldn’t be good to assume this was their informant. More fishing would need to be done before they could determine anything. Gently catching Shay’s attention, without catching anyone else’s, he motioned subtly towards the man, indicating that he was of a certain degree of interest to them. He wondered what the Jedi was picking up herself.


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    Name: John Wesley Garik Loran [BANK]
    Nicknames: Wes
    Callsign: Casanova, "Nova"
    Alias: Eldar Sercess, Falkieri Phelan, Pike Kunta
    Gender: Male
    Age: 53
    Species: Human
    Homeworld: Corellia
    Ship: TL-1800 freighter, S-250 Chela-class starfighter

    Faction: Alliance of Free Planets
    Rank: Director of Intelligence, Grand Admiral/Marshal
    Class: Pilot/Smuggler/Spy
    Flagship: Foreigner, Keldabe-class Battleship

    Inventory:
    • Rebel Body Armour
    • Baragwin Stealth Unit
    • Force Mask
    • S-5 Heavy Blaster Pistol
    • Vibro knuckler
    • Controller FP (extendable)
    • Wrist Launcher
    • Tranquilizer Darts (x10)
    • Vibrosword
    • ABC Scrambler
      - 3x ABC pods
    • TD2.3 Electrobinoculars
    • Light amplification goggles
    • Mechanical interface visor
    • Headset comlink
    • Sonic pacifier
    • Stokhli spray stick
    • Gyrda keypad
    • FD-62 security de-scrambler
    • Level D Implant
    • Cortical Datasplint
    • x15 Frag grenades
    • x5 Smoke grenades
    • x10 G-20 Glop grenades
    • x3 Detonation packs
    • Bounty Hunters' Guild License
    • Marksman-H Remote
    • Medallion
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    There was an almost palpable cloud of danger hanging over the whole flamboyant event, but for the life of her Shay could not determine the source. The threat did not seem to be directed at herself or the Director specifically at present, but that was of little comfort to the Jedi Master. While she could have been merely picking up the potential for trouble inherent in any undercover operation, after some thought Shay decided that was not the case. Neither of them were new at this sort of thing, so it wasn't as though there was much chance for one or the other of them to slip and crack their facade. No... there was something else going on here, something that was not yet close enough in time or place for her to quantify.

    Between the lack of observational skills on the part of the filthy rich and the acting talent possessed by Shay and Loran, no one at the shindig held even the slightest suspicion towards these two unknown socialites in their midst. In fact, few people paid them any mind if they were not immediately interacting with them. The one emotional response that the striking pair did produce with regular frequency was jealousy, oddly enough. This was something Master Marin found exceptionally amusing under the circumstances, whether it was directed at herself or at 'Jack Ma'iver'.

    To be fair, it wasn't the fault of the envious that they did not realize how unwarranted their reactions were. If anything, the feelings the two of them inspired in others were an excellent indicator of the success of their performance thus far. Sharing a mission like this was an uncommon thing for Shay, at least since she'd completed her trials and advanced to Knighthood. Though she normally worked by herself, she was not in fact a loner by nature. Sharing the professional 'joke' with someone else for once was quite a pleasant novelty, to say the least.

    Responding to Loran's subtle cues as to where to direct her attention, Shay's amber eyes settled again on the watcher in the far corner. She had noticed him as well just a bit earlier, due to the contrast he posed compared to all the busy social butterflies composing the rest of the crowd. The Jedi Master let the Director know she understood his intentions with the faintest of nods, a gesture only someone standing so close to her as he was could have detected. Indeed, his ability to read another's body language had proved to be almost preternatural. As she knew for certain he was not a Force Sensitive, Shay was admittedly curious as to where he had picked up the ability.

    Dismissing her passing contemplations regarding Loran from her mind, she redirected her gaze to the ceiling, as though she were busy admiring the elaborate frescos painted there. However, her mind's attention remained focused on the watcher in the corner. Eyes narrowing by the smallest increment as she drew up her concentration, Shay stretched out her awareness to touch the surface of the stranger's thoughts. The aspects of the Force concerning the reading and manipulation of minds was one of her three main 'specialties'. Such abilities had served her well in the past, and she had no doubt they would prove so again in this circumstance.

    If it were only a matter of satisfying her own endless curiosity, Master Marin would never have impinged upon another's internal privacy. However, this was a matter of business, of protecting the life of the man beside her. For that reason, she had no compunction against easily slipping into her target's mind and reading what lay beneath the outermost layers. This was the most efficient means at Shay's disposal to determine whether or not the individual in question was their contact, a trap, or simply a wallflower totally unrelated to their purposes. Whatever she found there she would relay to Loran in a subtle fashion, allowing him to decide on their next step.

    (( Does Shay successfully read his thoughts? If so, is he the contact they are looking for? If so, does he think he might be followed/in trouble/under surveillance himself? If he's not the contact, is he a Confederate? If so, what are his plans/intentions? If the man is none of these things, who is he actually looking for and why? ))


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    Name: Shae'andri'lar Marin
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    Current Aliases: Brin Trell, Nara Andros, Tacita Drea
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    Age: 43
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    Homeworld: Dolomar
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    Rank: Jedi Master (Lt. Colonel/Intelligence)
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    Lysander Odakota
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    ((Being the sneaky and talented Jedi that she, Shay has no problem probing the mind of the “wallflower.” He doesn’t appear to be making any attempt to keep his thoughts on the down-low.

    It becomes quickly apparent that he is not the contact that they are looking for. But, he is looking for someone himself: your contact. From what Shay is able to glean from his mind, he’s a Fish, and he’s been tipped off somehow that someone is here and planning to drop some information in the lap of the Alliance. He’s here to stop that. His information on the contact is better than the Alliance’s, obviously, as he seems to be looking for someone specific and not just scanning the crowd for that which is out of place like Loran and Shay have been.))


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    Name: Lysander Odakota
    Nicknames: Lys, Ly-ly, Dakota
    Aliases: Gunnar Trell, Ryder Klivian
    Gender: Male
    Age: 37
    Species: Human
    Birthplanet: Onderon
    Ships: Intrepid Force, Aurek Tactical Strikefighter
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    Wes got Shay’s feed of information easily enough, listening carefully as she helpfully whispered what she’d discovered into his ear, and they both hid this passing of information as the normal flirting between couples. Quite an effective method, as several couples were doing the same thing quite eagerly, mostly the younger generation who didn’t have the sticks of adulthood rammed so far up their ass they couldn’t bend down properly. The information that Shay had acquired was pretty impressive. She’d concluded he was a fish and found out he knew who the contact was. If there was one thing about the Jedi he had to admit to liking more than he probably should, it was their ease with finding out things. Being as ignorant as he was when it came to Jedi, he had no idea how, and he really didn’t want to know it anyway, for his own peace of mind.

    At the moment, he decided that acting on this information would be a premature move, as they didn’t know who the contact was. If the fish made contact first, they’d know who it was without much trouble and get the chance of permanently removing this one from the proverbial pond. Tailing the Fed would very much go in their favour, despite if he chose to publicly arrest the man or secretly whisk him away without interrupting the rich folk. Wes had solutions for both, either making a bit of a show himself, he couldn’t let such a good friend get dragged away without explanation, and he could justify just leaving because he was rich, pompous and not important enough to need to explain himself.

    Manoeuvring them through the crowds, inconspicuously getting closer to the unwitting Fed, Wes snatched two wine glasses off a serving platter a waiter was carrying around, handing one to Shay. He took a brief whiff of the drink and a small sip, giving the glass a thoughtful glance. He seemed to come to a decision, letting out a satisfied rumble.

    “Alderaanian, expensive,” he commented, punctuating his statement with another sip of the rich liquid. It was a rare treat to indulge in something such as this particular brand of wine; it wasn’t as if the Alliance had the leisure to order a couple of cases each time they felt like throwing a party. It cost an arm and a limb to get the stuff, something the Alliance felt was unnecessary. Anyone who had that expensive taste didn’t really fit in the low cost maintenance the Alliance indulged in. Whyren’s Reserve was the only alcoholic beverage they liked getting a hold of, mostly due to the Corellians in the Alliance’s ranks, which were many.

    ((Does the fish seem to be paying anyone undue attention? Does he do anything else?))


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    Callsign: Casanova, "Nova"
    Alias: Eldar Sercess, Falkieri Phelan, Pike Kunta
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    Age: 53
    Species: Human
    Homeworld: Corellia
    Ship: TL-1800 freighter, S-250 Chela-class starfighter

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    Rank: Director of Intelligence, Grand Admiral/Marshal
    Class: Pilot/Smuggler/Spy
    Flagship: Foreigner, Keldabe-class Battleship

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    ((The fish seems to have finally spotted who he was looking for. His gaze now has come to a stern rest on a middle-aged, slightly stout man who glanced around every now and again, but otherwise blends into the crowd as well as anyone. The fish begins to move in that direction, only half-worrying about being subtle in his approach, as the crowd otherwise masks his movements. He hasn't noticed he's also been visually tagged.))


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    Name: Lysander Odakota
    Nicknames: Lys, Ly-ly, Dakota
    Aliases: Gunnar Trell, Ryder Klivian
    Gender: Male
    Age: 37
    Species: Human
    Birthplanet: Onderon
    Ships: Intrepid Force, Aurek Tactical Strikefighter
    Forerunner, Miy'til Starfighter
    Redeemer, Eta-2 Actis Class Light Interceptor (Syluire-45 hyperspace docking ring)

    Faction: Jedi
    Rank: Jedi Master
    Lightsaber forms:
    • Ataru (master)
    • Shii-cho (master)
    • Soresu (master)
    • Makashi (moderate)
    • Shien (moderate)

    Inventory:
    • Cyan Lightsaber (sigil crystal, lorrdian gemstone)
    • Ice Blue Lightsaber (Permafrost and Eralam Crystal)
    • Mephite Crystal
    • R9-series astromech, Dimmer
    • Vibro-knife
    • DH-23 Blaster pistol
    • Datapad
    • Comlink
    • Handheld Homing Beacon
    • Imagecaster
    • Jedi Beacon Transceiver
    • Basic fighter repair kit
    • Jedi Knight Robe
    • Jedi Battle Armor
    • Glowrod
    • Jedi Utility Belt
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    • ^8-2A medical bundle
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