Graemon Gorgano
New Rebel Alliance
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Affiliation: Free Worlds Navy
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Post by Graemon Gorgano on Nov 1, 2020 15:36:50 GMT -8
Her schedule had been cleared, and all official duties postponed. But now came the hardest part of arranging this business with Emrys: What would she tell Graemon. Lynne's hands shook as she packed her bags and waited for him to return to the apartment. Would she lie to him? No, how could she? But what if he tried to stop her, she had given her word that she would leave first thing tomorrow to help end this nasty situation. It would all come down to if the Baron could understand and see the situation as she did. Pacing didn't help calm her, nor even did the extra strong caf. But soon he would be home and she could finally put this part of the mission behind her.
Yet, as soon as he stepped in, the Fondorian noticed how quiet things seemed. He passed the kitchen first, noticing nothing had been prepped. They were usually busy, of course, but from time to time, he would treat her to some of his crude cooking or Lynne would treat him to her better cuisines. Calmly, Graemon sets down a briefcase that carried some flimsi and a couple datapads. Loosening one of the buttons on his uniform, his ears caught the sound of footsteps, then them stopping. The Baron's boots were heard walking through the living area and towards their bedroom.
His person coming to door within seconds. His one eye looked from Lynne down to her bags. His eyes seemed to trail elsewhere on her person before looking up at his fiancee. However, instead of speaking, the male turns further to her left, his right. The Baron walks over, picking up her usual cap and setting it on her blonde hair.Can't forget this, you know.Graemon says as he offers a small smile. He then reaches up, loosening buttons on his outer jacket. Eventually, it was removed off of his body, leaving him in his pants and shirt. Graemon tosses the jacket onto the bed before giving his full attention to Lynne. His mind wondering all about this. His eyes looked at what was laid out.Honeymoon isn't for several months now and I know it ain't any other reason. Only thing this could be for is business... so, for once, the spymaster doesn't know everything.Graemon sits down on the edge of the bed, glancing at the bags before looking at Lynne.So, what's all this packing for then? |
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Lynne Jameroo
New Rebel Alliance
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Affiliation: New Rebel Alliance
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Post by Lynne Jameroo on Nov 1, 2020 23:34:17 GMT -8
Lynne couldn't help but smile weakly as her cap was sat upon her head. It was not lost on her that Graemon hadn't caught a word of what was happening. But he would hear it from her, now and without any more putting it off. She sat on the bed next to him, but soon found herself to restless and stood again. Her pacing was slower than it had been during her wait, but still wasn't helping. Taking a deep sigh she stopped in front of him.
=Lynne=
I- er- well, I was visited by a gentleman by the name of Emrys. He was a nobleman refugee who set up an estate in Klona City on Tralus. You know how I poured my blood, sweat, and tears into those cities, right? Well, he came to me with a substantial amount of information that a slaving ring has cropped up there, praying on the inhabitants. He came to me to ask for my help. Emrys has reason to believe that the local law enforcement may be implicated some how and if I acted through offical channels it would tip off the slavers and they would escape. She paused and took a deep breath before pushing some loose strands of blond hair behind her ear and removing her uniform hat. So I'm going to act in an unofficial way... an illigeal way.
She paused again, bracing herself for the telling off and the argument that would follow, but she was resolved in going. People needed her help and so she would help them.
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Graemon Gorgano
New Rebel Alliance
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Affiliation: Free Worlds Navy
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Post by Graemon Gorgano on Nov 2, 2020 10:50:07 GMT -8
Graemon closes his one eye for a moment, giving the face of contemplation that usually followed. After a second, he looks at Lynne.
Vaughan Emrys, a native of Naboo. Known to be a refugee from an Outer Rim kingdom.
It was the Baron's duty to know notables within the Coalition. He had read of this person's profile before.
You do understand that there is more to this. You are getting involved with the Federation of the Double World's territory. Territory that is the Prime Minister's homeland and his country. If local law enforcement, the very Royal Police that Starmane's government crafted and funds, is involved with this slave business, then it is imperative to tell His Excellency of this.
The Coalition was a union of various states. It was the government's duty to protect these entities and respect their freedoms. Even C-Sec had to respect the laws of the FedDub if they got involved with security issues there. His organization didn't have immunity, but had extraordinary powers when it came to local laws. Nonetheless, those laws had to be respected. Lynne, and Emrys, were going around all of these protocols.
Graemon's voice didn't seem angry, but it was stern nonetheless. He had helped formed the Corellian Coalition, with the participation of the Union of Fondor's territory and government, and was deeply involved in seeing it prosper and thrive in this uncertain galaxy of theirs. He removes his gloves and tosses them onto his jacket before the Baron moves his fingers through his dark hair. He lightly scratches his head as he speaks.
I am wondering why Emrys didn't come to my organization as well. C-Sec has been noticing this surge of illegal activity. It's been monitored and cracked down on Fondor and Corellia so far, with additional monitors on other worlds, but these are snakes. They can easily slither through a crack and vanish.
Graemon exhales, suspecting he'd likely never get an answer to why with that.
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Lynne Jameroo
New Rebel Alliance
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Affiliation: New Rebel Alliance
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Post by Lynne Jameroo on Nov 6, 2020 14:00:41 GMT -8
Lynne shook her head, she couldn't wait for these things. The people being taken couldn't wait. And she had other reasons for wanting to handle this herself.
=Lynne=
I know, I know, but every moment we waist going to the Prime Minister, or through C-Sec is time spent when I am not finding those responsible and helping their victims. I trust His Excellency, I really do, but there's no telling who may be involved in this. I can't risk them getting away with this. And yes, those cities may be on FedDub soil, but they are still my responsibility. I promised those refugees a better life and a safe place to be with their families, and now that promise is being broken. I can't sit on my hands and do nothing. I'm a combat medic Graemon, it's not in my nature. I'm sorry.
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Graemon Gorgano
New Rebel Alliance
Posts: 342
Affiliation: Free Worlds Navy
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Post by Graemon Gorgano on Nov 7, 2020 17:54:07 GMT -8
Graemon took a long look at Lynne as she spoke and even after her words ended. The Baron simply sighs.
Knowing you, Lynne, you’d likely run off after our wedding to save a world. Hell, I feel I might have to strap you to the bed just to keep you around, but I feel you might like that and it wouldn’t be much of an actual punishment. Not a good idea huh?
The Fondorian shakes his head, chuckling a little, before looking back up at the good doctor. Lynne had always been a woman with an immense heart. When the refugees first began to arrive, she dove right into the work of seeing their lives improved and a place for them in society secured. Whole families owed it to her and her crew for what they did for them after fleeing the Outer Rim. It ensured that their time together was sparse, but Graemon grew used to it. She had her job that she was passionate about. The Baron was fortunate that he had a fiancee that loved her job with helping people.
I may not agree with you going through with how this is done. You know me, I am all for protocol and procedure. Doing things within the lines of how the law set them up... but I know that I can't stop you. One way, or another, you are walking out that door and saving those people.
The Baron points at their bedroom door and references the main door to their apartment.
I guess the only thing I can do is ensure that your ass is covered here. Can't let the Minister of Public Health and Safety be slammed in the back for going around protocol to save those in need. Oh and give you my support even if I am not there.
Graemon smiles at Lynne as he takes both of her hands into his. But he got serious in the next moment.
But, on three conditions: you will accept the presence of C-Sec agents among your team to help you out, so I can still do my job as Director of C-Sec. You call me if you need backup. Don't wait for anything. These slavers are a serious business. Lastly, you come back to me safe. Don't do anything that could lead you to being hurt. Those refugees need you after all. Understood?
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Lynne Jameroo
New Rebel Alliance
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Affiliation: New Rebel Alliance
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Post by Lynne Jameroo on Nov 19, 2020 0:30:07 GMT -8
Lynne sat an was quiet for a moment, offering only a smile at Graemon's lewd joke. But she listened to what he had to say, even though her mind had been made up. She had a team of medical professionals and a few guards, who crewed her personal ship, Guardian Angel, but perhaps having a C-Sec officer would be a boon. Someone more familiar with this sort of delicate operation. Slowly she nodded and turned to look him in the eye.
=Lynne=
O-okay. I agree, but I will need to ask your agent to stay on the ship, unless I call him. I need Emrys to trust me, and I don't know how he'd react to a C-Sec agent tagging along. He will be able to keep tabs on me and the crew from there. And it'll leave him in the best position to get word to you if anything goes wrong. She finished and paused for a moment, before throwing her arms around the Baron's neck. Thank you so much for understanding, love. I won't betray your confidence in me. A kiss on the cheek. Nor will I be late for our wedding.
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Graemon Gorgano
New Rebel Alliance
Posts: 342
Affiliation: Free Worlds Navy
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Post by Graemon Gorgano on Nov 25, 2020 10:02:07 GMT -8
Graemon could only exhale again. He was worried. Worried about this mission, worried about Lynne going around the laws, worried about a lot of things attached to what was transpiring. It was either let the good doctor do her job or get her mad. The Baron was keen on only getting her mad if there was a very good reason behind it. And, in this case, while there were good reasons to let the proper authorities handle things, Lynne had good reason to do this herself too. Listening to what she had to say, Graemon ponders for a moment.
I will slip a squad of specialists then. My personnel work best as a unit. They will give me reports, through hidden channels of course.
The Baron would not be kept in the dark about this. He was the Director of C-Sec, it was his job to do these kings of things.
They will be at your disposal, so do not let them sit on your ship waiting.
Graemon then puts on a smile as he places his arms around Jameroo's waist as the two drew close. He looks at her as she speaks, causing his smile to endure. A finger lightly taps her chin as the Fondorian gives her a stern look.
You better not be late. I know everyone is anticipating this event.
Graemon remarks with a chuckle. After that was said, he asks a question.
Now... I have to ask a couple questions. Is there anything you need to know before going to Tralus? Do you know anything about these slavers from what Vaughan mentioned?
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