Office of the Minister for Foreign Affairs

Jaina inspected the room and the people in it carefully, trying to be atuned to the Force. She sensed skepticism towards her words and stance. It was good to understimate her. People always did it, she was used to such things.

"Well met, Alla Velar"

Her accent in basic was clearly Coruscanti, or at least had the fluctuations of the Core worlds. However, there were hints of something else, entirely.

"I will gladly have a meeting with your senator"

Jaina gets up, making sure her white shirt has remained properly unbottoned and follows the officer. She had gathered all her patience, for Jaine knew the ways of bureaucracy were slow.

Jaina tried to very subtly probe the senator's intentions and he didn't seem hostile, so she relaxed slightly, both arms hanging at the sides of her body, calm.

"No need, I don't like courtesy, senator"

With an elegant move she buttoned her bluse slightly, acknowledging the formality of the meeting.

"Not at all. There's almost no ship that can outrun mine and I came from Sarapin, which remains unaligned"

She tooks a seat, legs crossed.

"I guess we have things to discuss, don't we"

The woman smiles, charming.

"No need, I'm fine"

She said.

"Good. Better than nothing I guess"

Jaina shrugs slightly, with a half-smile on her face.

"I realized the regime of the Fels is dead and what arose later is but a facade for self-serving authocrats, despots. Empress Marasiah ruled in a triumvirate, forms were observed and the Galaxy knew peace"

She inspects the elderly senator before her.

"But all that is gone, replaced by a system rotten to the core. They're but usurpers"

Jaina frowns, her vivacious eyes looking wrathful and sorrowful for a moment.

"I chose the Coalition because my blood is, after all, Corellian, and your regime is the only one powerful enough to resist the First Order. But... I did bring an enticement with me, to ease your mind. My bargaining chip, you could call it"

She produces an holoprojector, when it lits up it shows a Resurgent-class.

"Behold, the Soontir, my house's flagship. I don't defect alone, I brought my people. A legion of men, armored compliment, a powerful warship and dozens of starfighters"

"Not only the warship, intact, but all that it's within its belly, including the newly produced TIE Whisper"

She pointed out.

"...I want the Fel estates back"

The baroness said, leaning forward.

"To sustain myself and my household"

Jaina puts the holodisk back to wherever she had it before producing it.

"I also demand my people to be accepted into Coalition's military with unchanged role and office. Their allegiance is to the Fel, not Nicademus"

She then sighs, fatigued for the first time.

"And, to be honest, I would like a purpose, a role to fulfill in this tale"

"You offer me very little, almost nothing, in exchange of war material worth billions of credits"

Said Jaina, a hint of anger in her liliac eyes.

"And I see you don't hand out land and pretend to be holier-tha-thou, but, still you're dragged down by the maladies of bureaucracy"

She looked formidable when in anger. The datapad on the table even shakes a little. But the flame dies off rather quickly. Her eyes lose their fire.

"Alright... I came for justice, not things. I always had too many things, they're menial and unimportant to me. Do what you can. I think you'll eventually discover how to make this work"

Jaina looks to a side, pensive.

"I want to be trained, as a jedi knight. I was trained by the Imperial knights, but everyone knows they're a travesty, and I wasn't a good student. My training is incomplete"

"I wish that much is true"

She said, gesturing with her left hand expressively.

"The baroness Fel being part of the Coalition surely comes as a boon for your propaganda, doesn't it?"

Her dauting eyes go back to Salvor.

"I guess it's the price to be paid. I don't care much about any of those things I offered to you. I you want to use my ship to blow up other equally expensive ships, feel free to do as much"

Jaina said, sarcastically.

"My pleasure. I bet he will be a good acquaintance"

She moves on the chair, changing posture.

"Is, thus, my nationality as a true Corellian acknowledged? I can show you my ancestry, if you wanted"

Jain adds, sardonically.

"I'm glad"

She said, playfully. Fel had the blood of Solo, Fel and Antilles running through her veins -no matter how diluted- and all the three were Corellians.

"Better not, I have no patience for paperwork"

The baroness uncrossed her legs and stands on her feet, a hand placed over the desk.

"Do I trust I will be unimpeded on my way out, doesn't it?"

She arched an eyebrow, a perfect architecture over the liliac eye.

"As much as I trust I will hear from you and the Jedi in no time"

The woman starts putting on the driving fingerless gloves she wore before entering the facility.