500 Republica

=Agent 235=
There was a strange, grating snort from beneath the Mandalorian's helmet, which might have been a laugh, although if it was, it definitely did not come from a human. His choice of wording had been intentional misdirection as to his level of clearance. "Fictional? I'm hurt. I prefer to call it 'selective truth.'" He whispered under his breath.

The cloaked figure glanced from side to side, then back to Aya, and he resumed in a low, gravelly tone. "I am Agent 235. My real name must remain a secret, but you may call me Nuke. I am sure you already know for whose intelligence service I work." If Aya could have seen his eyes, he would have winked at this point. "Our clan used to have offices in this very building, so it was not difficult for me to find my way inside." Nuke, or Nuukh as it was more properly spelled, actually was the Noghri's real name. Assuming, that is, a spy ever has a permanent, real name to call his own.

-Aya (Mando'a)
The truth cares little for selection, & 'Uncle' always did have a strange fascination with knowing everything.

Which was itself a ironic statement for two reasons. The first was that it was coming from a being that had copies of herself spying on literally every public venue & private facility she could access. The second reason was that Aya's entire existence, one as a droid masquerading as a living being & as high society at that, was based on telling outright lies & subtle misdirections. As a 'just a droid' Aya wouldn't even have control over her own shell, let alone one of the more powerful Corporations operating out of Mandalorian space. Aya could make a fair guess at the spy's race, based on her Grandfather's preferred way of business & the general physical parameters of the armour. It would be a pointless gesture though.

-Herald-
EIGHTS HOUR!

Zitan was happy. She had made some good connections in this meeting, not to mention 18 her assistant whos pictures were amasing. Crom'nen in close talks with a mandalorian was a gem, and would be used, abused and meadia-raped back home for sure. Even if they only greeted eachother all quick-like. This place was a haven for Imperial Inteligence, with pictures and recordings that were worth gold. Like, the Emperor. THe pictures made with him will be used for positive propaganda for sure, later on showing how heroical he was to show up just with a tiny security attachment to help a suffering world the Republic was not able to help.

She was just in conversation with the man from Bothan, a furry thing. She herself had seen a good couple of these in the Crucible, sold as slaves, used as fighters. She smiled at him warmly.



-19, AKA Koyi Zitan-
"Oh darling, if there was ever a time for toasting, it is this. Booze may be expensive, but it goes to charity, so put your furry tail where your mouth is darlin and cash up for the people of Ryloth, and I promise you. I will toast in YOUR name."

=Capt. Ruluwoor=
The Selonian beamed, her facial fur glowing radiantly. "You are most welcome, Senator." She replied as she took the Twi'lek's hand in her own paw, and shook it with the vigor of one who has had extensive military training. "What would be the proper protocol to extend our offer to the Clan Council? I would be happy to make the offer in person, if appropriate, but if not, you are welcome to relay it on our behalf." Sara knew that Bel'fima could easily play this to her own political gain back home, but she wasn't concerned about Twi'lek domestic politics. The Republic military needed to be seen taking concrete steps to defend outlying systems, before their enemies began to test their recent appearance of weakness. That was all that mattered. Any more failures could bring war, even to the core Republic worlds such as Corellia.

First the lightsaber... I can't truly prove to you that it is mine... But maybe this will convince you. Cass reaches out his hand to the place his seber was held inside the tunic. He didn't try to pull it away, that would have been a threat and wouldn't help the situation. He began to disassemble the weapon, very quickly in the with the Force. A task that was only possible if done an insane amount of times. He then pulled the pieces out as one and levitated them in front of Jordan. Everything was taken apart, the silvery blue crystal gleamed in the lights of the city. Then in one flick of the wrist the parts dove back together in perfect place and sequence. The hilt floats into Jordan's hand before the blade comes to life away for them both. If that doesn't convince you, I am unsure if there is anything else I can do.
As far as why I am here. I need work. No i am not a Jedi, and no i dont want to be one nor would you people want me. I am not a sith, or dark side user either. I am devoted to justice and using every tool that can aid in it. Forbidden powers or techniques have no meaning to me, just the mindset behind them, what spurs them on. This was how I was trained. I wasn't joking when I said I had spent all of my last credits to get to this party. I expected to find an employer, someone that needed things done. I have skills that are valuable to the right people. The problem is you need more than skills to get to the right people. Tonight was my shot, and the Vor took it from me. I look forward to meeting him again. Now i am not sure what I am going to do. Does that answer your questions Jedi?
Cass' face a blend of emotions. Annoyance, self assuredness, despair, and the slightest hint of regret.

She was not at all what he expected, and he had been around long enough to sense something a foot. He had no proof so he went on as normal but on his guard.
Well of course then my lady. For you may I suggest a staple of my own world? An Ak egg porter perhaps? It is a special brew from my home city. I had a dozen cases donated to tonight's events. It is rich in flavor, and no there are not any real eggs in it. The bubbles it makes are more egg shaped then round, thats where its name comes from. I would love for you to suggest something from your home for me to drink. I may not be as young as I once was, but I have yet to find a drink to beat me.

When all others had departed and his guards had secured the stairs, Crom'nen sent Dunn away to find a good spot before the speech. Then he turned with his back toward the crowd to keep people from even raising his lips. He placed his hands on the balcony, and spoke to Ludo Karesh for the first time.

I have activated a jammer which will block transmissions, recordings, and even directional microphones. Therefore, I propose that we dispense with "Nice to meet you" and other similar lies. I know that you or your people were the ones who entered my home, and altered my personnel file on Ryloth to list yourself as a known associate. Of all the beings of the galaxy, I am curious why you chose to single me out and seek to gain my attention, something which you have done more than necessary to accomplish.

=Jordan Halcyon=
The Jedi Knight's eyes widened considerably at this display of dexterity in the Force. Cass was not merely some random force sensitive who could use his powers as a weapon to bludgeon others. He had actual training and skill in applying his powers, and he was clearly very familiar with the weapon that had been seized from him by the security forces. It did not conclusively prove legal ownership, but it did prove, at the very least, that he had possessed the weapon for some time. Jordan chuckled as he took the weapon, hefted it, then shut down the blade once more. "You mistake my purpose. I primarily raised the accusation of theft so that the Vor would hand over your weapon to me, rather than keeping it for himself. I have little reason to doubt that it is yours."

He fell silent as the younger man continued to explain himself. His words were pure, but were they truthful? Opening himself to the Force, the Corellian reached deeply, trying to sense every corner of this stranger's presence and any attempt to deceive or to conceal. The revelation of Force use complicated matters. He was only a Knight, and allowing a non-Jedi force user to go free because he claimed to serve the light side of the Force was not necessarily a decision that he had the power to make. The council would say that he could be decieved, and they would be right. But he did not have to make that decision immediately. It was something to meditate on, as they continued their conversation.

"Yes, it does, and I am sorry for your lost opportunity, Cass." Jordan said quietly, empathizing with his frustration and regret. "But all is not lost. We are standing in the capital of the Republic, and there are many ways to make connections and find employers in a place like this." He paused, his gaze falling once again to the lightsaber grasped in his right hand. He wasn't quite ready to give it back to Cass yet, but a plan was beginning to form in his head. "Tell me more about your skills, and maybe I can recommend someone for you to contact."