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Post by Marcus Starmane [RETIRED] on Nov 4, 2019 19:53:44 GMT -8
Located in the Coralition District, the Spaceport was a special building set aside for visiting government vessels and could hold vessels of a decent size within the main complex, while a series of smaller landing pads were set up for smaller vessels to make use of
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Post by Jaina Fel [RETIRED] on Apr 1, 2020 4:40:57 GMT -8
A gleaming starcraft raced its ways through the space lanes of Corellia, daftly evading other vehicles in its course. The silvery surface reflected the Corellian sunlight, while the landscape was but a blurr on its polished hull. Whoever was at the helm was skilled enough to arrive at the airport and, after a daring piroutte -something done out of pure enjoyment-, successfully and smoothly land on a platform. The aircraft could then be identified as a H-type Nubian yacht, which, by all means, was probably the fastest ship in the whole Galaxy. The royal chromium plating and the superb estate of the craft's maintenance indicated a very wealthy owner. Once docked, a woman walked on the pad. She was tall and nimble like the spires of old Alderaan, gracious like the delicate architecture of Theed, the skin dark as it was tanned by the twin suns of Tatooine, the manners as imposing as the glaciers of Csilla, the smile with a hint of roguish fun. She wore an attire fitting for piloting: a loose white shirt, dark pants with yellow Corellian strips, and a belt with both a silvery lightsaber and a blaster hanging from it. The air on the landing pad playfully moved her raven locks. Expecting to cause a ruckus, she identified herself playfully to the spaceport authorities as Jaina Fel, baroness Fel, and her ship as the Nubian yacht Han Solo. Jaina stated she came in peace and willing to dialogate with the Coalition authorities, announcing her defection from the Imperial regime.
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Post by Salvor Argon on Apr 6, 2020 6:37:54 GMT -8
A gleaming starcraft raced its ways through the space lanes of Corellia, daftly evading other vehicles in its course. The silvery surface reflected the Corellian sunlight, while the landscape was but a blurr on its polished hull. Whoever was at the helm was skilled enough to arrive at the airport and, after a daring piroutte -something done out of pure enjoyment-, successfully and smoothly land on a platform. The aircraft could then be identified as a H-type Nubian yacht, which, by all means, was probably the fastest ship in the whole Galaxy. The royal chromium plating and the superb estate of the craft's maintenance indicated a very wealthy owner. Once docked, a woman walked on the pad. She was tall and nimble like the spires of old Alderaan, gracious like the delicate architecture of Theed, the skin dark as it was tanned by the twin suns of Tatooine, the manners as imposing as the glaciers of Csilla, the smile with a hint of roguish fun. She wore an attire fitting for piloting: a loose white shirt, dark pants with yellow Corellian strips, and a belt with both a silvery lightsaber and a blaster hanging from it. The air on the landing pad playfully moved her raven locks. Expecting to cause a ruckus, she identified herself playfully to the spaceport authorities as Jaina Fel, baroness Fel, and her ship as the Nubian yacht Han Solo. Jaina stated she came in peace and willing to dialogate with the Coalition authorities, announcing her defection from the Imperial regime. Alla Vedar - Chief of Staff The dramatic arrival of such a controversial and high profile person promoted a response of four C-Sec Enforcement Agency Officers to meet her. They scanned and searched her, as well as her ship. They escorted her to a small room within the spaceport where she was directed to wait under their supervision as they waited for someone with more authority to arrive. After about twenty minutes a tall, fair skinned woman and a short, stout man with a neat moustache entered. "I'm Commander Shorn of the Coalition Security Force Enforcement Agency," she introduced herself, extending her hand towards the woman. "Forgive the precaution, we don't mean to have detained you. We simply need to ensure proper procedure. As you understand this is a complicated process." She indicated for the man who entered with her to step forward, who was carrying a datapad. "Please state your full name, prior occupation and position, and your reasons for defecting." The government had been informed and was considering its options. |
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Post by Jaina Fel [RETIRED] on Apr 6, 2020 10:06:26 GMT -8
She looks at her from the chair she was sitting, fancily, like she owned the place. Jaina extends her hand in turn and grabs it, firmly.
"Jaina Fel..."
The woman smiles, touching her hair.
"... occupation? I guess... racer, smuggler, socialite, princess, occasional force user"
She leans back on the chair, disdainful and playful at the same time.
"Nothing too useful, you see? Just killing boredom"
Her eyes narrow.
"Position, that's easy. Baroness Fel"
And, now, the very same eyes darken.
"Discovering how putrid the Empire of nowadays is after they killed my brother and several retainers. Political murder to get rid of a claimant. He is... was... the oldest surviving male from the line of emperor Jagged Fell and his wife Jaina Solo"
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Post by Salvor Argon on Apr 8, 2020 0:26:09 GMT -8
She looks at her from the chair she was sitting, fancily, like she owned the place. Jaina extends her hand in turn and grabs it, firmly. "Jaina Fel..."
The woman smiles, touching her hair.
"... occupation? I guess... racer, smuggler, socialite, princess, occasional force user"
She leans back on the chair, disdainful and playful at the same time. "Nothing too useful, you see? Just killing boredom"Her eyes narrow. "Position, that's easy. Baroness Fel"And, now, the very same eyes darken. "Discovering how putrid the Empire of nowadays is after they killed my brother and several retainers. Political murder to get rid of a claimant. He is... was... the oldest surviving male from the line of emperor Jagged Fell and his wife Jaina Solo"The officers diligently recorded the statements of the woman who identified herself as Jaina Fel, though Commander Shorn doubted the woman's use to the Coalition. She didn't seem to have served the First Order herself and so her usefulness would likely be minimal, aside from, perhaps the symbolism. After some more time passed, another entered the room. A brunette female in civilian attire. "Ms Fel," she said, an air of authority about her. She chose carefully to avoid using the title 'Baroness'. "My name is Alla Velar, Chief of Staff to Senator Salvor Argon, Foreign Minister of the Corellian Coalition," he paused and took a moment to look the woman over. "The Senator has decided to meet with you to discuss your request for asylum," she turned to the Commander. "Commander, please send your notes and report to the Senator's office so he can look it over while we are on our way," the woman's tone was sharp and to the point. "If you'll follow me please," she said leading Fel to a vehicle waiting outside. Shorn and her partner followed. |
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Post by Jaina Fel [RETIRED] on Apr 8, 2020 0:52:21 GMT -8
She looks at her from the chair she was sitting, fancily, like she owned the place. Jaina extends her hand in turn and grabs it, firmly. "Jaina Fel..."
The woman smiles, touching her hair.
"... occupation? I guess... racer, smuggler, socialite, princess, occasional force user"
She leans back on the chair, disdainful and playful at the same time. "Nothing too useful, you see? Just killing boredom"Her eyes narrow. "Position, that's easy. Baroness Fel"And, now, the very same eyes darken. "Discovering how putrid the Empire of nowadays is after they killed my brother and several retainers. Political murder to get rid of a claimant. He is... was... the oldest surviving male from the line of emperor Jagged Fell and his wife Jaina Solo"The officers diligently recorded the statements of the woman who identified herself as Jaina Fel, though Commander Shorn doubted the woman's use to the Coalition. She didn't seem to have served the First Order herself and so her usefulness would likely be minimal, aside from, perhaps the symbolism. After some more time passed, another entered the room. A brunette female in civilian attire. "Ms Fel," she said, an air of authority about her. She chose carefully to avoid using the title 'Baroness'. "My name is Alla Velar, Chief of Staff to Senator Salvor Argon, Foreign Minister of the Corellian Coalition," he paused and took a moment to look the woman over. "The Senator has decided to meet with you to discuss your request for asylum," she turned to the Commander. "Commander, please send your notes and report to the Senator's office so he can look it over while we are on our way," the woman's tone was sharp and to the point. "If you'll follow me please," she said leading Fel to a vehicle waiting outside. Shorn and her partner followed. 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. |
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