Galactic Society (Open/Lounge RP, but READ FIRST POST)

[Weaver]

*** Sol III Orbit ***


Maybe this whole package deal wasn't worth the effort. The area felt dangerous despite no visible threats. Weaver reassured himself that everything was fine. Even if, and this was a big if, there was an attack, the embassy had to be one of the safer places to be. Even then, he'd be going planetside soon. The only thing at risk would be his ship at that rate.


"What am I thinking?" None of this was going to happen. It was just the imagination of a worried mind. The rumors had gotten on his nerves, but they were just that, rumors. Weaver made his way towards the top of the spire after looking at a directory. He was bit too spooked to speak to anyone at the moment. Hopefully he could take a shuttle soon, and that no complications would occur between now and then.

[Michen_S]

~ Earth, Cairo ~

The snow leopard looked at how high the intercom was on the wall. From their point of view, it looked like it would be quite the challenge. That didn't always mean it was though. "Let's see..." the feral said, before walking over. When they stood under the intercom, they stood up on their hind legs and placed their fore paws up against the wall. Michen appeared to be quite smart for a snow leopard. According to their plan they should now be able to reach the buttons with their nose. However, that should only just or just not be the case since even now they only stood 1.10 tall measured hind-paw to head.

[Ara Av-Toa]

*New Cerinia*
Fayam caught himself lowering his guard for a bit. Seeing your protective buy ice cream wasn't exactly interesting to him. He rubbed his eyes and yawned. "Man... this is boring. I actually hope they come soon so this is over. Though, right now doesn't seem like the right time for a kidnap attempt and who knows whether they know I'm around..."

*New Romulus*
Anna nodded. "Got it. Then I'm off. Wish me luck... just in case things go wrong." She turned Faith and made it fly towards Coruscant. She thought back to when she last went there. She remembered the Tal Shiar attempt to mislead her all too well.

*Earth*
Mary clacked her tongue. "Well, I'm not the one with an active night life. Usually I only stay up late when I have urgent work that can't wait for tomorrow."

[Romulan_Furry]

*** Usperfield Park, New Cerinia ***

Fayam got his wish. A Romulan, dressed in the uniform of the Romulan Republic, approached Gideon and Celina. "Excuse me," he said, "Are you Celina Tokarev?"

*** Unspecified Location, Earth ***

"I see," Amy said. "What do you do for a living, if I may ask?"

*** Cairo, Earth ***

Unfortunately, the wall panel was just out of Michen's reach. The maid chuckled and went back to her cart, handing a small comm-badge with the logo of the hotel on it. "Just call us if you need anything else; that badge will activate by paw or nose."

*** Sol III Orbit ***

When Weaver arrived, he would find himself in an office surrounded by windows overlooking the fleet. What appeared a Vulcan stood before one of those windows, hands clasped behind his back. "You are awfully bold to carry a package like that here, courier," the "Vulcan" said, his voice blatantly contradicting the typical emotionless Vulcan voice. When he turned to face Weaver, it would be evident that, while this man looked Vulcan, he was, in fact, Romulan. A Romulan in a Starfleet Uniform. His rank insignia put him as a Vice Admiral. He went for a fridge. "Can I get you anything? You've traveled a long way, and I imagine you're rather thirsty."

*** Reach ***

The ship took the AA fire on it's shields, and didn't even flinch. Scare tactics weren't gonna work on a ship that size. Vhikarev turned to Wilco. "Where's the nearest comm station?" he asked.

*** Star Destroyer Reckoning, Tatooine Orbit ***

"Actually, it does," Doc said. "Draco installed them on some of the ships in his command last time he was in UNSC space." The turbolift halted and the doors parted to the corridor leading to the bridge.

"Let's not keep General Bellator waiting," Luro suggested. "I understand he has the plan for how we'll deal with Czerka."

*** Unspecified Location, Dragon'taan ***

"New assignment, Major - we have received word of an unidentified interloper in UNSC space, one who evidently has a price on their head and a ship equipped with forms of technology that would be useful to us," Kyle told Fixel. "I need you to head to Reach, find this interloper - and all we know of him is that he's a dragon with a scar on his face - and determine if he is a threat or a potential ally. I don't need to tell you to be careful, Major."

*** Sol's Bar & Grille, Draco City, Dragon'taan ***

"A repair dock would be preferable," Fox said. "It'll take a day, maybe two to get this frigate squared away."

"Do it," Travis said. "I'll gather an attack force."

"Travis, how?" Skye asked.

Travis cracked a wry smile. "You and I both know I've gathered a fair number of friends in my time." He returned his attention to Krystal. "Admiral, can the DMC or UAC spare any support for this attack?"

[Alessia Starfurr]

*** Usperfield Park, New Cerinia ***

Fayam got his wish. A Romulan, dressed in the uniform of the Romulan Republic, approached Gideon and Celina. "Excuse me," he said, "Are you Celina Tokarev?"

*** Unspecified Location, Earth ***

"I see," Amy said. "What do you do for a living, if I may ask?"

*** Cairo, Earth ***

Unfortunately, the wall panel was just out of Michen's reach. The maid chuckled and went back to her cart, handing a small comm-badge with the logo of the hotel on it. "Just call us if you need anything else; that badge will activate by paw or nose."

*** Sol III Orbit ***

When Weaver arrived, he would find himself in an office surrounded by windows overlooking the fleet. What appeared a Vulcan stood before one of those windows, hands clasped behind his back. "You are awfully bold to carry a package like that here, courier," the "Vulcan" said, his voice blatantly contradicting the typical emotionless Vulcan voice. When he turned to face Weaver, it would be evident that, while this man looked Vulcan, he was, in fact, Romulan. A Romulan in a Starfleet Uniform. His rank insignia put him as a Vice Admiral. He went for a fridge. "Can I get you anything? You've traveled a long way, and I imagine you're rather thirsty."

*** Reach ***

The ship took the AA fire on it's shields, and didn't even flinch. Scare tactics weren't gonna work on a ship that size. Vhikarev turned to Wilco. "Where's the nearest comm station?" he asked.

*** Star Destroyer Reckoning, Tatooine Orbit ***

"Actually, it does," Doc said. "Draco installed them on some of the ships in his command last time he was in UNSC space." The turbolift halted and the doors parted to the corridor leading to the bridge.

"Let's not keep General Bellator waiting," Luro suggested. "I understand he has the plan for how we'll deal with Czerka."

*** Unspecified Location, Dragon'taan ***

"New assignment, Major - we have received word of an unidentified interloper in UNSC space, one who evidently has a price on their head and a ship equipped with forms of technology that would be useful to us," Kyle told Fixel. "I need you to head to Reach, find this interloper - and all we know of him is that he's a dragon with a scar on his face - and determine if he is a threat or a potential ally. I don't need to tell you to be careful, Major."

*** Sol's Bar & Grille, Draco City, Dragon'taan ***

"A repair dock would be preferable," Fox said. "It'll take a day, maybe two to get this frigate squared away."

"Do it," Travis said. "I'll gather an attack force."

"Travis, how?" Skye asked.

Travis cracked a wry smile. "You and I both know I've gathered a fair number of friends in my time." He returned his attention to Krystal. "Admiral, can the DMC or UAC spare any support for this attack?"

*** Usperfield Park, New Cerinia ***
"Whose asking." Celina almost growled finishing one of her ice creams cones handing the other to Gideon as her free hand reached for her belt...



*** Unspecified Location, Dragon'taan ***
"Roger Roger." Fixel said  heading for the spaceports to find a ride to Reach.



*** Sol's Bar & Grille, Draco City, Dragon'taan ***

"Take spacedock 9 it's open and close by." Krystal instructed, Fox. "and far away from my planet." She grumbled under her breath. "Unfortunatly the NCC is pretty busy we don't have much of a fleet up yet, and I don't have direct contact with the DMC, however..." She paused and turned to Markus. "Have anything availbe hun?" Krystal asked? "The UNSC has asked for you to pick up a fireteam or 2 of spartans on your way head to Reach and tell them the code words "The Wolf pack" Krystal explained "If I can find her I'll also be sending you a anti-jedi specialist." Krystal finished turning back to Markus.

[Michen_S]

~ Earth, Cairo ~

Michen was considering jumping to reach the intercom on the wall before the maid talked to them again. In their thought process, the snow leopard did not realise that jumping up like that could potentially cause damage to the panel. They pushed themselves off the wall and landed on all fours again. "Thank you," they said whilst looking at the badge. It was quite a funny sight for the intelligent feral. Being so far into the future they would expect holograms would be a lot more widespread than it actually was, unless this was like an 'old-school' hotel, designed to look like how things were in the past. Even in the time they came from that wasn't unheard of.

[Ara Av-Toa]

*New Cerinia*
Fayam went on sharp. Something about this Romulan tingled his senses. He couldn't lay his finger on it, but he knew that a Tal Shiar agent posing as a Romulan officer could take anyone hostage without them even realising.

*Outer Space*
Anna soon crossed UIA borders and headed for Coruscant. It was unlikely she'd raise suspicion as she had come here with cargo often.

*Earth*
Mary replied, "Oh, I run an everyday pharmacy. I don't get much business, but it's enough to keep me in. I daresay I could get more money from a regular job, though."

[Weaver]

Weaver took a few moments to gaze out the window. It was a unique, but perhaps terrifying sight. His attention snapped to the stranger when he spoke, before looking down at the package he was carrying. He wasn't sure what was so bold about carrying a package around, although he had to admit, this one seemed a be locked tighter than most. It took a moment before Weaver registered that this stranger was in fact an admiral. Did he know something about the package?


"Oh, uh, this package?" Weaver stammered, "I guess? I'm not sure what it is, but I think it's important," he looked at the fridge, thinking for a moment, "Oh, no. I'm good. It wasn't too long of a trip," that was a lie. It'd had been a long and boring trip being cooped up in a flying tin can.


 "This may sound intrusive, but," Weaver cast his gaze back towards the massive fleet, "what's the fleet for? This isn't normal is it?"

[Wilco Whiteheart]

*** Reach ***

The ship took the AA fire on it's shields, and didn't even flinch. Scare tactics weren't gonna work on a ship that size. Vhikarev turned to Wilco. "Where's the nearest comm station?" he asked.

(Reach)


Wilco looks around. "Either my PDA, or a small station is nearby, about 200 meters." He points to the radio station.

[Romulan_Furry]

*** Reach ***

"The comm station would be better-equipped - lead the way," Vhikarev told Wilco.

*** Sol III Orbit ***

"No, it's not normal; but I am not at liberty to divulge what's going on," the Romulan Vice Admiral responded to Weaver. "Now, regarding your package - I am under orders from Starfleet Command to verify it's contents before I send it and you down planetside. May I?" he offered a hand for Weaver's package.

*** Bellator-class SDN Vader's Fist, Coruscant Orbit ***

With matters concluded with Vestraad, Vader felt through the Force he was needed aboard his ship. So he went. He knew not why, but he trusted the Force while his son returned to the Jedi Temple and his former-apprentice left with Vestraad to verify what he had said about Darth Malgus. He found the idea of a changed Darth Malgus both scary and fascinating. To possibly ally with a former-Sith Lord from millenia ago...

*** Unspecified Location, Earth ***

"Nothing wrong with that," Amy said. "I was a street kid before I was found my Master Antares, who trained me to be a Jedi... till I found my calling as a Force Crusader on Dragon'taan. Kinda how I met Jason here." She indicated Jason - the male tiger next to her who was slurping on a milkshake.

*** Cairo, Earth ***

The maid left Michen to his meal, and went on to service the next room. Michen may find that the Ham was quite fresh, still steaming and tasty.

*** Usperfield Park, New Cerinia ***

"Agent T'liss, Romulan Intelligence," the Romulan identified himself. "I need you to come with me, madame Tokarev."

"What the hell for?" Gideon asked.

"That's none of your concern, boy," T'liss spat in a sudden hostile tone.

*** Sol's Bar & Grille, Draco City, Dragon'taan ***

"I can spare an attack group, for now," Markus said over the channel. "In the event that the Sith Covenant presence is stronger than anticipated, I'll have reinforcements not far away. Good hunting."

Travis turned to Skye. "We better get rolling," he told her. She briefly kissed his lips before he opened a channel to his ship. "Drake to the Unseen Hunter - two to beam directly to the bridge." He slapped down payment for his and Skye's meal before they both vanished in a burst of sustained red light.

*** Unspecified Location, Dragon'taan ***

Fixel, if she hurried, may conveniently find a fast moving transport now boarding for Reach - the only ship heading there, as the others had been cancelled for some reason.

[Alessia Starfurr]

*** Usperfield Park, New Cerinia ***
"Indeed" Celina replied with Gideon's responce, hand still at her 'belt line' "State your reason NOW!"Celina ordered pulling out what looked like a sword hilt with no blade.


*** Unspecified Location, Dragon'taan ***

Fixel , just barley made her way onto the transport heading for Reach, it taking off almost as soon as her foot stepped inside.


*Green hills, unknown location*

Kyva continued to scout around the camp for a few more minutes before he shut off the Ghost and slowly got out.

[Wilco Whiteheart]

*** Reach ***

"The comm station would be better-equipped - lead the way," Vhikarev told Wilco.

(Reach)


Wilco nods and takes Vhikarev through another way, sticking to corridors and tunnels.

[Rayleonarde]

*Sith Command Center, Mongdrigo*
Garrus bowed deeply. "Yes, my lord." He quickly shuffled off, and could be heard shouting for assistance with the project.


**Docking Bay Nine, Coruscant**


Adros shrugged. "He might be? I was off checking the cargo. But he might have fallen asl-"


Vestraad called out, as he limped towards the two. "I'm right here, officer Adros. I'm sorry for my tardiness, Emissary Ahsoka. We can leave in a few minutes, once our cargo is loaded."

[Weaver]

Asking about the fleet to this admiral probably wasn't the wisest decision. It was worth a try though. Weaver looked down at the package for a brief moment before handing it over to the Romulan. Weaver had nothing to hide. None of the contents were his, and he had already scanned it earlier to make sure he wasn't carrying a bomb. Still, he couldn't help but feel a little nervous, even if there was nothing to worry about. Authority in general just felt intimidating.


"There you go."


Weaver thought for a moment while handing the package over. Why his package? If they were checking everything for security reasons, wouldn't it make sense to have a security checkpoint? Or was this the checkpoint? Something about the admiral's wording felt... off... as if he knew something Weaver didn't.


Maybe it was just paranoia.

[Michen_S]

~ Earth, Cairo ~

Michen, who didn't even realise how hungry they actually were, found the smell to be almost irresistable. They lied down in front of the ham, like most feral big cats did with food, and started to chew off pieces of the ham. As they ate, they finally forgot about a few of their worries as they simply enjoyed one of their favourite meals. In the meantime, they kept one of their paws on the ham to keep it in place. Now this was a feast! Later on they would once again have their worries, but for now, the feral was content.