Kat Nargal Memorial Resort

[King Kheldar vos Correlli]

Kat Nargal Memorial Resort

 

Astrographical Information

Space Station in the Katorss System over the 2nd planet Adumar, non-mobile

Grid Coordinates: T-11

 

Physical Information

Kat Nargal Memorial Resort is a resort space station owned and operated by the Link. Its center is a two-kilometer-wide disc, 300 meters deep. The center contains hotels, shops, and gardens. From the disc are quarter-kilometer-long spokes, each which end in luxury pods that are 40 meters thick and 250 meters across. Six are disc-shaped and six are triangular, with the variants alternating. The six that are triangular are Force-neutral zones, lined with ysalamiri. Each pod can be self-sustaining if need be, able to be completely shut off and detached from the main hub in case of an emergency. Each pod has two turbolaser batteries mounted on it for defense.

 

The station itself is extremely luxurious, replete with thick carpets, elegant works of art, waterfalls, graceful fountains, and small groves of exotic plants. Dark Alderaanian wood and light Chandrilan stone dominate, carved in arching and flowing designs covering the bulkheads. It is a place for the wealthy to have lavish celebrations and private vacations. The cheapest sections available have a daily rent that is the same as the yearly earning of a middle-class family. Among the luxuries available are rippling swimming pools, massage parlors, and small casinos, as well as many shopping and dining opportunities, several of them exclusive.

 

Inside, it is protected by Link security and ThorpeCorp security Lyger-class droids.

 

Societal Information

Faction Affiliation: The Link (neutral)

 

Defense Rating: Level 3

 

JediRP Canon History: The most notable event that has taken place on the Kat Nargal Memorial Resort was the signing of the peace treaty between the Empire and New Republic, and the formation of the Galactic Alliance.

 

Present were representatives of the New Republic (Admiral Onderin Starlisk, Captain Aira Cadan, Vice Admiral Cadio Sikoat), Empire (Admiral Marcus Reilly, Captain Raven Zinthos, Imperial Emperor Deton), Sith (Vladimir Faust, Sith Master Haphaestus, Darth Dominus), and Jedi (Jedi Grandmaster Kitt Fitt, Jedi Master Scorp).

 

Old description:

Its center is a two-kilometer-wide disc, 300 meters deep. The center contains hotels, shops, and gardens. From the disc are quarter-kilometer-long spokes, each which end in luxury pods that are 40 meters thick and 250 meters across. Six are disc-shaped and six are triangular, with the variants alternating. The six that are triangular are Force-neutral zones, lined with ysalamiri. Each pod can be self-sustaining if need be, able to be completely shut off and detached from the main hub in case of an emergency. Each pod has two turbolaser batteries mounted on it for defense.

 

The station itself is extremely luxurious, with the main idea being that it's for the wealthy to have lavish celebrations and private vacations. The cheapest sections available have a daily rent that is the same as the yearly earning of a middle-class family. It is protected by Link security and ThorpeCorp security Lyger-class droids.

 

Brina & Zara get first post.

 

 

((Summary compiled by Amidala Skywalker. Thank you!))

[Brina Thalin]

The Crazy Mynock exited hyperspace in the Adumar system, but the ship's destination was the not the populated planet, but rather the brand new Link space station in orbit around one of the gas giants in the system. As they approached the lavish resort, Brina commed station control and requested berth.

 

"Welcome Ms. Thalin. Proceed to Bay A1."

 

The hanger was a small personal one set aside for her and Zara's particular use. Brina set her ship down without even scratching a hair on the shiny new deck plating, and was down the ramp a moment later. "C'mon," she said, grabbing Melanie's hand as all four strode into the main section.

 

It was everything Brina had imagined when she came up with the idea. The resort was lavish. Thick carpets cushioned their feet, elegant works of art adorned lit up niches in the walls of the wide hallways, and larger areas were accented with waterfalls, graceful fountains, or small groves of exotic plants. Dark Alderaanian wood complimented lighter Chandrilan stone in the arching and flowing design of the bulkheads, and indeed, Brina barely remembered she was on a space station.

 

There were large curved viewports scattered generously throughout the facility, made of the clearest transparisteel and revealed the breathtaking swirls of colored gas that made up the planet below. Everything about the resort whispered extreme luxury and relaxation, even the large rippling pools for swimming and the massage parlors for relaxation. There was a small casino in every wing, but Brina had not wanted there to be too much of a focus on gambling; that was what the Golden Link was for. The purpose here was to be a fabulous place for the more upper class of the galaxy, and Brina was extremely pleased with the results.

 

The station manager approached them, and Brina praised him for the flawless job of making her vision for the station reality.

 

"Thank you, Ms. Thalin," the man said. "I'm glad to see it finally opening. We've been sending out notifications of our grand opening, and I have good news. We've received notice from a captain in the New Republic that they want to rent out Alpha Wing for the ratification of their peace treaty. So we'll have our first business right away."

 

It was indeed good news. Brina thanked him, and after he left, turned to Zara, her green eyes sparkling. "So what do you think?"

[Onderin Starlisk]

A multiple-flicker of pseudomotion marked the arrival of the first of the dignitaries here for the final peace talks that would end the Galactic Civil War. Specifically, arriving were a Lambda-class shuttle and an escort squadron of E-wings. Aboard the shuttle were the Admiral Onderin Starlisk and distinguished Ambassador Rasil Talis. The escort, of course, was there because Onderin had learned his lesson about engaging in peace talks with the Empire in a sluggish craft.

 

This time, he hoped, there would be no Imperial fleet sitting watch, ready to blow something up and embroil the galaxy once again into a state of endless war.

 

Presently the command crew for the shuttle commed the Kat Nargal Memorial Resort station to self-identify, explain who was on board, and ask for permission to begin landing.

[Kitt]

Kitt's StarSword emerged from hyperspace to behold a magnificent space station. Kitt held his own opinion as to why such a place was chosen for peace talks, but wouldn't dare speak them out loud. Deciding to make sure he was supposed to be here, he opened a channel to the station and gave his details as to whom he was and why he was here.

 

*********

 

Shortly after sending out his information, he sent an encrypted comm to Scorp and Darex, requesting their presence.

[Brina Thalin]

Both the Jedi Grandmaster and the small delegation from the New Republic were granted clearance to land and directed to Alpha Wing, the branching arm of the pristine space station where the peace delegation would be held.

 

Once they reached the wing, they were required to check in their weapons with the security for that particular area of the station. After this was done, a member of the staff approached them, assigned them rooms in the wing, and escorted them to the lavish rooms, letting the guests know that if they needed anything at all, the staff was on call at all hours.

 

In the guest suites were everything from maps of the wing and station as a whole, highlighting places to eat and major attractions, as well as the location of the various conference and observation centers in Alpha Wing.

 

***

 

The station manager put a hand to his ear. "Actually, Ms. Thalin, Ms. Nargal, the first guests have just arrived. I've been notified that the Jedi Grandmaster and a delegation from the New Republic have arrived and been escorted to Alpha Wing."

 

Brina nodded. "Alright, thank you. I want an extra detail of security for that wing during this conference. You never know if something may go wrong, and we don't want to be in a bad situation."

[Zara Nargal]

Brina thanked him, and after he left, turned to Zara, her green eyes sparkling. "So what do you think?"

 

Zara grinned at her best friend as the station master headed off. Before she could answer and voice her pleasure and enthusiasm for the KNMR her daughters piped up, both girls excited, "Wow Auntie Brina!" "This is fantastic!" "Mum can we go exploring?" "Can we go to the shops Mum? "Will you come with us Auntie Brina, Mum?" "Please...." "Please..." "Please..." "Can we go..." "Can we..."

 

"Girls! One at a time!" Zara laughed as her eyes met with Brina's, both adults amused at her daughters reactions. "I think that means that the girls approve, don't you think?" In between her laughter she added, "You've done a fantastic job making your vision into reality. I love it Bri. You should be very proud of this." Her gaze shifted to the Station Master that had returned to let them know that the first guests had arrived for the talks. Zara let Brina answer him while she tried to calm her daughters for a moment at least.

[Kitt]

Kitt was glad to have a welcomed sight at being escorted into the wing that the peace conference would take place. While he wasn't so sure about the lavishness of the room he was given, nor too keen on handing over his lightsaber, he did so for peace's sake. As he stood within his room, overlooking some grand design of the station that even the Grandmaster couldn't tell. His mind kept a sharp focus as he did his best to reach out into the Force and perceive the ripples of the near future. It was something of a typical practice for him, as he could easily do it. Today on the other hand was not so easy. His mind continued to wander off as he thought upon the Jedi Order and how far they...No, WE have come. The thought kept his mind unfocused. Deciding that such thoughts were best not to be present during the peace talks, the Grandmaster pulled the hood of his robe over his head and then decided he would go for a walk to clear his mind.

[Onderin Starlisk]

Onderin and the diplomatic envoy he'd brought with him quickly disembarked from their craft, passed through security, and found themselves in luxurious rooms. The station appeared to be tremendously expensive and probably completely secure. It was a pretty nice place to have galaxy-changing negotiations, as the Link had always been neutral in the war.

 

Personally, the Admiral found the place especially nice because he'd spent the last few months in an Imperial holding cell. Assuming the representatives took more than a day to filter in or the negotiations took more than a day to complete, Onderin expected he would get the first good night's sleep he'd had since before his capture.

 

Onderin was cautiously optimistic about the time he was going to spend here. Hopefully, he would leave into a better galaxy.

 

Presently, he reached out into the Force and quickly found the brilliant presence that could only be the Jedi Grandmaster Kitt Fitt. Never having met the man in his memory, Onderin decided to go and find him. Perhaps he could gain some insight on what to expect from the Jedi Order before the negotiations began. And maybe Kitt could explain the persistent call Onderin felt in the Force urging him into the core.

 

Setting out alone, confident that the station was safe, the Jedi Master let the Force guide him to Kitt, who appeared to be wandering around, exploring the station or just lost in thought. "Master Fitt," Onderin greeted him with a respectful bow. "I'm glad you could make it. I trust the Order has been well since my capture?"

[Kitt]

Kitt found himself down some corridor that was unrecognizable, and he only found himself aware of being in such a place due to his name being called out. As he turned around, he found Starlisk approaching him. The two had meet once before, but it was very brief, and he doubted that an Admiral of the Republic would remember such a short encounter. Although, the sight of him did bring a smile to the Grandmaster's face, as the sight of another Jedi was welcoming, even though Onderin spent most of his time as an Admiral more than a Jedi. Hopefully, that would all change after the peace talks. Taking his hood off of his head, he allowed his features to be fully presentable to the Jedi Master.

 

"It's good to see you Starlisk. The Order has been... well enough. I am truly sorry for your capture. I did my best to negotiate your release shortly afterwards, but as all negotiations go, both sides must have a win in order for it to work. Your importance at the time was too high for them to allow it."

 

He hoped that Onderin knew that Kitt had taken control of the remainder of the Republic fleet after his capture and ordered a seize fire in order to open up negotiations, which didn't go well for the Admiral, but very well for the Republic. If Onderin didn't know that such an event took place, he hoped that he was more Jedi than Admiral when it comes to understanding and forgiveness.

[Onderin Starlisk]

Onderin merely shrugged. "I'm sure you did what you could. The fact that I'm standing here now, under these circumstances, confirms that what happened was the will of the Force and couldn't have happened any other way," he said. And really did anything else matter? If the war was over and he hadn't needed to take place in that final battle at the Death Star or in the assault on Coruscant, could his presence really have made any of it better? No, it was better for the will of the Force to be achieved than to be free, especially since his imprisonment hadn't turned out to be permanent.

 

Now that he was speaking to the man, Onderin realized he had indeed met Kitt before. It had been back when he had been training Aira, and there had been that mess with the Wookiee terrorist Teagaar. Kitt had been able to use psychometry to glean extra information back then, and Onderin had been impressed with his wisdom. It was no wonder that when Armiena stepped down he was the one to take her place.

 

"I thought we should compare notes, so to speak, before the negotiations begin in earnest," he explained. "We have the unique opportunity here to decide the Jedi's place in the new government--I believe the Order can finally return to its roots and become that government's protectors and advisors."

[Kitt]

Kitt paused for a moment, and he wasn't quite sure as to why. Was it the idea that the Jedi could very well go fully back to their roots? It was something he wanted, but wasn't sure if the Order needed it or not. The relationship that they held before the war even broke out put them into a place that they're at now. Allowing his emotions and feelings to be easily read to Onderin, he spoke with more of a concerned voice.

 

"I'm not sure exactly the way it was before would best suite the Order. It set us up for what we have become. Granted, I know that a few Grandmaster's have ultimately lead us down this road to where we are now. But I think that when it does come to us being protectors and advisors of this new government, we should revisit those boundaries that we had and see which ones were necessary and which ones could have been.... better set up."

 

He didn't know why, but he felt like the peace talks could easily go heavily in more favor of one government versus the other. If that does happen, it would only be a matter of time before it broke apart and turned into something like it just was. He held high hopes that it wouldn't, much as he was sure Onderin did, but he also needed to cover the Order's backside just incase. He knew that both governments will attempt to do so.

[Onderin Starlisk]

Onderin was a little bit puzzled by Kitt's response. His eyebrows knit in thought for a moment, and he tried to listen to what the Force was telling him. Could the Order redefine its role, or had they simply been unable to fit the role the Force willed for them because of the circumstances? Were things really not what they were meant to be at all? Almost certainly. But that didn't mean that the intent was wrong.

 

"Master, with all due respect, hasn't it always been the will of the Force that the Jedi defend the galaxy and the government that's keeping the peace?" he asked. "It's difficult to be Jedi in a time of war because, ultimately, you end up having to pick a side and serve their wishes. Now that the war is over, there will be no political incentive to marr the path of a Jedi." He of all people knew about how hard it was to be a Jedi and yet work for one government in a split galaxy. He was absolutely certain he had done the best thing for the galaxy, and had always thought it best to take direct action against those that would abuse the Force or the citizens of the galaxy, but neither did he think that everyone in Imperial space was evil. Some of his actions were hard to justify.

 

But now it was different. "I think this is the perfect time to take back the position the Jedi have always held--the fact that it didn't work out during the war doesn't mean that all Jedi before us have been wrong."

[Marcus Dean Reilly]

Marcus watched from the bridge of the brand new Star Destroyer Blessed as they quickly traveled through hyperspace. He watched the dark blue shapes and lines that represented stars and planets quickly flew past the his new vessel. He gently rested his arms on the ceremonial weapons at his side. The vibro-sword he had been given upon reaching the rank of Fleet Admiral was clipped loosely on his left, while the custom blaster pistol he had been given upon graduating from the Academy was holstered comfortably in a leather holster on his right. He had never used either weapon in anger or the heat of battle before, and he hoped he would have have to.

 

Turning to face his new partner in crime, Captain Zinthos, Marcus allowed a smirk to cross his face before returning his view of hyperspace before him. The young Admiral thought he had been young when he had received his first commission. He could only imagine the skill and tactical genius that lay within the 16 year Captain next to him. As the hyperspace alert klaxon flared, he spoke to Zinthos without turning.

 

"Captain, ready the honor guard for deployment. In addition to your own honor guard, take several troopers from the 108. Also, when we emerge from hyperspace, launch two squadrons of Defenders to escort our shuttle. Along with our honor guard, meet me in the Captains hangar and prepare for launch."

 

As he boarded the grav-lift that would take him to his quarters and to his personal hangar, he spoke once more.

 

"XO, reuquest permission to orbit the resort as well as permission to land with dignitaries."

[Kitt]

Kitt turned his body to square away with Onderin, locking eyes with him. His own eyebrows narrowed as he did so.

 

"Don't get me wrong, I plan to have to the Order defend and work alongside the government. But I want to reevaluate the way that we go about it. I don't want the doors open to have someone telling the Jedi what to do."

 

He knew that Onderin had good intentions, as well as a fresh outlook that he would love to have close to him. He liked being challenged by his fellow Jedi. It kept him honest and true to the Force. Maybe, Onderin was someone he could have upon the Jedi Council... If he would even want to take the position. Not many really wanted to, as it was generally a 'yes-man' role. Something that Kitt did plan to change.

[Onderin Starlisk]

Now Onderin nodded. "I can agree with that," he said. "The government will always see the Jedi as a tool, like a police organization. I think communication between the government and the Order are important, but that Jedi should be free to follow their consciences--and the Force."

 

He continued to think, already glad that he'd sought Kitt out before the negotiations began. If the pre-terms that Raven and Aira had discussed held, he would have a lot of influence in the way this went. By getting a feel for where the Jedi stood, he could help the Grandmaster get them to a place where he felt they should be. It was important to Onderin that this was true, especially because of his plans for his own life after the negotiations were done. Those plans he needed to tell to someone, and he could think of no one better than the Grandmaster.

 

"I haven't told anyone this yet because of the political implications, but what I have felt in the Force is clear. I am going to help organize the new government, but I'm not going to hold office in it," he said. "Now that my reasons for fighting the war have ended, I will follow my heart. I haven't always been the best Jedi, Master Fitt, but if the Order will have me back, I would like to devote the rest of my life to it."

[Kitt]

Kitt's face slowly changed over to softer and friendlier with the news of words that Onderin was spilling out to him. He was glad to hear that Onderin wanted to, as he himself wanted Onderin too as well.

 

"I can't tell you what joy it brings my heart to hear you say that."

 

Kitt allowed himself to pause, but it was such a pause that Onderin would understand that Kitt still had more to say and was processing what words to use.

 

"I myself have not told anyone this yet, but I am sure you've felt within the Force a call to return home. That calls comes from Tython, at which a Jedi Temple was created in secret in order to hide the Jedi Order from the outside. There, I want the Order to spend some time to reflect upon what this war has done to us, as well as what this new era can bring to us. My goal is to keep this Temple secret, even from the new government. At least starting off. I want for us to be able to fully understand the Code and Order that we serve above all else, and then rejoin the galaxy as it's guardians. I would like for you to do two things for me."

 

"First, I would like for you to keep mention of this temple mute during the peace talks and during your time in the building the new government. Secondly, I would ask for you to spend some time when you are done isolated with us at the temple. Granted, everyone will be more active in the galaxy by this point hopefully. But I would still ask it of you."

 

He knew that Onderin was a strong willed Jedi, perhaps his Corellian roots gave him that. But Kitt knew that Onderin would comply to the Grandmaster if he thought it wise. If not, Kitt might have to reconsider his position on the matter. While the Grandmaster of the Jedi Order, he would be the first to openly say that he didn't know what he was doing, hence the reason he always looked for help at each turn.

[Onderin Starlisk]

Onderin didn't even have to think. "Done and done," he answered. Kitt seemed genuinely glad that Onderin had made this choice, and that only reinforced in his mind that it was the correct one. He would accept the guidance of the Force over anything else, even the word of the Grandmaster, but when they coincided, it was better for everyone.

 

The Admiral's comm buzzed. "Excuse me," he said to Kitt, then answered it. "Starlisk." After a moment, he nodded, thanked the person on the other end, and shut the device off. "My men have notified me that Imperial dignitaries have started to arrive. I'd like to get a read on them before the negotiations get started, so I'd best be off. May the Force be with you, Master."

 

He bowed and left, heading for the hangars where he had entered. About halfway, he met Ambassador Talis, who'd picked up on what was going on and, to Onderin's relief, had decided to tag along. They walked the rest of the way together, but stopped a few dozen meters from the security checkpoint, waiting to greet the Imperials after they'd passed through it.

[Raven Nasra]

The Blessed emerged from hyperspace above the resort. A White wedge against the dark void of space. Newly christened, the Star Destroyer was fresh and new, the halls still smelled of newly minted upholstery and the white halls gleamed.

 

Once the Blessed finished the rapid de-acceleration the TIE Defenders were launched, and the Shuttles were launched holding the dignitaries, Honour Guards, Raven, and the good Admiral. The ships docked with the resorts and soon the members of the empire were getting scanned and checked by the TSA. It was awkward, especially with the Rebel dignitaries looking on, but luckily, it was rather brief, and only one poor stormtrooper was backroomed.

 

Raven spotted Admiral Starlisk, saluted briefly, and approached the gate.

[Deton]

Neon flashes and bright colors greeted the shuttle on its approach downward. Deep in the hold, where only the dignitaries laid, the clatter of armor was heard. With calm deft hands the pilot at the helm brought the shuttle in as smooth as peach fuzz on a mature fruit.

 

In typical Imperial fashion the bright red robes signifying the elite honor guard filed out. It was perhaps the last time the display would be seen in the galaxy. In two rows the created with other Imperials quickly lining up to salute. The echo of heavy boots reverberated outward as a lone figure sauntered down the ramp.

 

The custom fitted fitted boots made a rhythmic sound. One that distracted the first observer from the jet black double-breasted tunic and trousers made of the finest spider silk. Dressed like a shadow he stood out in stark contrast from the red and white file soldiers. His armor weave cape flowing behind him as he stepped out onto the platform. Two gleaming pistols; replacements for what he once had, gleams as the cloak blew back. A single eyebrow was raised as he took in the surroundings. Removing his pistols, two troopers took them from him, disarming him in front of the eyes of everyone. He strode forward only stopped to watch one stormtrooper get back roomed. He shook his head briefly. Despite everything the soon to be former Emperor still felt for those under his command. No matter how short that continued relationship would remain.

 

The gate was passed through effortlessly. All the was left was for someone to lead the way.

[Vladimir Faust]

A lone ship careens through space, pulling in for a fast, though smooth landing. At first glance, the landing appears reckless, though a second later, it becomes all too apparent what the ship is and who it belongs to. Still able to rely on contacts within the Empire, it hadn't been too hard to determine where the negotiations would take place and he had prepared accordingly.

 

Exiting his ship, Faust steps out, half-dragging an "honor guard" of sorts with him, making for a rather grotesque sight: four young children are linked to the Hunter by four seperate cords running from Faust's belt to four glowing and pulsing collars on their necks. The children are dressed in dirty smocks and look less than well used, two of whom are clutching swollen and distended bellies, their eyes fearful of the exploding slave collars at their necks. Though Faust's eyes are as hard and meciless as ever, a small, self-indulgent smirk touches his face.

 

The Hunter is still visibly armed with a lightsabers, and a disruptor pistol, though for once, his billowing trenchcoat is not stocked full of concealed weapons. A rather vicious grin is on his face as he hails the Jedi Grandmaster and Admiral, as well the Emperor and his escort. Seeing the assembled crew before him, as well as the Link's security guards, he calls out his intentions.

 

"Hello dear friends," he starts mockingly, "I'm here to speak my own piece in the treaty negotiations as a former Dark Lord of the Sith and former Emperor. Consider me a representative of the Sith or whatever else you want. I don't have any explosives on my person, and I can promise no one will die or be hurt while I'm here on this station as long as we stay civilized about this."

 

Oddly, he spoke the truth. A lie at this juncture would not have suited his purpose here.

 

He did have a goal in the negotiations that would be to his benefit if he could put it into the treaty, and... perhaps benefits some of his former followers in the Empire and bretherin among the Sith.

 

"I'm claiming diplimatic privilege as well, so don't even think about trying to arrest me either. That said, I've brought in a few precautions and safeguards," he states as he gives one cord linked to a collar a light tug to demonstrate that point- though not enough to set it off. "just to make sure no one's tempted to try me- no Force tricks, sneak attacks, jamming, or anything else. If you try it, I can promise you a bloodbath for the ages and then some. Shall we be civilized and parlay for this galaxy's future?"

[Brina Thalin]

"I am proud, Zar. It looks exactly like I imagined it to," Brina replied. The station manager was hanging around, busy on the comms, and Brina felt bad for him. "I'm going to give him a hand," she told Zara. "Why don't I meet up with you guys in Delta Wing? There is supposed to be a water park there that I'm sure Melanie and Kalyani will love."

 

She gave Zara a brief hug, then walked off with the station manager. When the Imperial delegation arrived, they were granted landing in the same hanger as the Republic delegation. Captain Raven, Admiral Reilly, and Emperor Deton were all escorted to Alpha Wing with no issues, save for one stormtrooper who refused to surrender his blaster.

 

Everything was going smoothly, and then the station manager's face went white. "M...Ms. Thalin? It's Faust...he's landing, whether we give him clearance or not."

 

Brina caught her breath. "Alright...we need a security team watching his ship--make sure he's in a separate hanger from the others. I've heard his ship has an AI onboard that makes it as deadly a weapon as anything. Put that hanger in lockdown--no one enters or leaves without permission from me. As for Faust..." She took a deep breath. She had never met the famed hunter--thankfully--but the entire galaxy knew of his atrocities. "We already have max security in Alpha Wing, but make sure there are people manning the internal defense command center in the core. I want his every move watched."

 

She keyed her datapad into the security cameras and watched as Faust and his...child slaves?...entered the station proper. Her blood ran cold, but she struggled to maintain a cool professionalism. A brave security guard, accompanied by one of the Link's new Lyger-class security droids, approached him. "Sir, in accordance with Link policies, you are required to surrender all items that can be considered weapons and pass through the scanners," the man told him, only the tiniest waver of fear in his voice, doing his best to be respectful.

 

Brina had a fleeting thought that if they all survived this--if Faust really was here to be part of the negotiations--that security guard deserved a huge raise.

 

The rest of the guards in the area, already on alert for possibly violence between the New Republic and Imperial soldiers, grew more alert, if it was at all possible. Everyone knew Faust was unpredictable and violent. There was a collective feeling of held breaths as they waited to see how the hunter would respond.

[Kitt]

Kitt was glad to see that Onderin would work his way back to being a Jedi full time. It was a clear sign that the Force was changing directions, or rather, beckoning the Jedi Oder to at least. Now all he had to do was to wait out the talks and then build the Jedi Order more into what it should be. Maybe he really wasn't clueless to leading as he thought. But then again, it's always hard to judge yourself. Shaking it off, he turned himself around to look out at the grand design of the station until he was need for the peace talks, or if the other members of the Jedi council arrived.

[Vladimir Faust]

One of Faust's pale eyebrows raises up. "Required to surrender everything that could be a weapon? I already said I'm claiming diplomatic immunity, boy." His eyes are so cold and his tone deadly serious that his droll humor in that instance was almost in doubt.

 

"I have one disurptor pistol, one lightsaber, and my sword, my cybernetics which I cannot give up, and my ah... meat shields here, let's not mince words or intentions here... have some high explosives rigged to them at their necks to deter any would be knight templars from being tempted to take me down without incurring a human cost. I don't trust the admiral or the Jedi and I even have some issues with Deton not considering me a liability." A wolfish grin appears on his face. "I've earned my reputation and you'd find it's not worth trying to take those from me by force, but I'm also not stupid and I don't intend to let my guard down here. That said I've given my word for what it's worth to cause no harm unless provoked while I'm onboard this station- that doesn't mean I expect others to keep their words entirely either given how I've made a lot of powerful enemies. I am the galaxy's most wanted man; though," he adds, "I'm of the belief I might be able to do something to change that this day."

[Brina Thalin]

The red-headed co-owner of the Link stepped out of a nearby turbolift in time to hear Faust's response. "I'm sorry you refuse to surrender your weapons," Brina said, taking over for the guard. "I'm Director Thalin. Onboard all of our stations, the Link has a strict no-weapons policy. I'm sorry, but if you refuse, you will have to leave."

 

She paused. "In this situation, I would be satisfied with you surrendering your disruptor, lightsaber, and sword. You would still have access to your cybernetics, naturally, and for a bounty hunter and Sith Master of your caliber, I'm sure that you could still adequately defend yourself if you're afraid of treachery by the Jedi, Republic, or Empire.

 

"I don't know of what value your word is, unfortunately, so I'm not inclined to trust that," she added, speaking bluntly. "You are welcome at this peace summit--as far as I've been informed, everyone is welcome--but you must comply with station rules just like everyone else. If you continue to resist, we may be able to set up a holo connection between your ship and the conference, and you may participate that way. But we don't bend our rules for anyone."

 

She hoped he'd be reasonable. "As for your...slaves...they also are required to be checked into our security and left outside Alpha Wing or returned to your ship, as you have admitted yourself that they are rigged with explosives."

 

The former smuggler raised an eyebrow. "If you truly want to participate in this conference, then you'll need to trust the other representatives at least a little."

 

But we'll be watching your every move...Your reputation is not one that allows me to freely trust you on our brand-new station...

[Onderin Starlisk]

Onderin watched the growing scene tensely but quietly. Vladimir Faust had plagued the Republic for many years. In Onderin's eye, he was the single biggest threat to this peace treaty coming to be. When the Link held their ground, he continued to wait, silently willing Faust to give in. Simply put, if Faust were allowed to walk about the station fully armed, Onderin was going to request to get his lightsaber back.

 

And Faust's word was worth nothing to the Admiral. He was a man of deception, and completely and thoroughly evil. If there could ever be a reason for Onderin Starlisk to forsake the Jedi Order, it would be to hunt Faust for all that he had done to the galaxy.

[Vladimir Faust]

Faust doesn't move, but his head, very, very slowly swivles to meet Director Thalin's gaze, eyes locking. If ever a look had the potential to impart unpleasantness and a threat for sudden violence, that would have been it. Yet, there was still thar right mix of both firmness, as well as flattery in her statement as well. Giving a grin, Faust laughs, oddly tinged with a bit of respect.

 

"Very well," he states softly. With a press on a concealed button on his belt, the exploding collars open up, releasing Faust's human shields. "Do as you would with them," he states indifferently, handing the Director first his disruptor pistol, then lightsaber, and finally, his one of a kind sword. "Guard these well as they are worth more than your life," he adds.

[Brina Thalin]

Brina nodded, accepting the weapons. "I swear that I will," she said. She then motioned him through the entry arch that led to Alpha Wing. Once he was through, she turned to the four children. "Come with me," she said.

 

She took them into the turbolift and went immediately to medical, where they were scanned to make sure they were completely clean and any wounds or abrasions they might have treated. They were clearly malnourished and had been through hell and back, but she knew the medical staff would take good care of them. Once she made sure they were comfortable, she headed down to the main security control station for Alpha Wing.

 

Once there, she settled down, Faust's weapons still on her person; she was there to be another pair of eyes to make sure everything went smoothly, on hand personally in case anything went awry during the negotiations.

[Marcus Dean Reilly]

As Admiral Reilly lowered his salute to the Emperor, he felt a cold chill creep down his spine. His eyes narrowed and he cast glances around the immediate room, wondering if it was a threat to the Emperors safety. As his eyes searched around, his hands slowly dropped down to his ceremonial weapons in a soft gentle manner. Turning to face the Emperor he did not allow his suspicion to be known but proceeded to follow Deton at careful pace. As they walked, Admiral Reilly carefully considered the impact of this peace summit. For as long as he could remember, he had been a man of the military. Ever since leaving his foster family, all the life Marcus had known was the military. If this peace summit went smoothly, which in truth Marcus hoped it would, he would lose much of what he had gained through his career. If the summit succeeded in ending the need for an active military force, Marcus would make sure his men were taken care of.

 

As the Imperial envoy met with Admiral Starlisk, Director Thalin, and a man personally unknown to Marcus but known throughout at the galaxy as not only the most wanted man, but highly regarded as the most dangerous. Marcus knew instinctively this was the source of the chill he had felt earlier. His grip tightened in reflex around the hilt of his ceremonial blade before withdrawing the sword, scabbard and pistol and handing it to the guards on duty. Throughout his movements, Marcus kept his eyes on Faust before turning to Admiral Starlisk.

 

”œAdmiral Starlisk,”

[Raven Nasra]

A chill ran up Raven's spine as Faust approached. She could fell the prickle of her nerves as she looked him in the eyes. She could feel her stomach start to turn but she willed it down. She would not embarrass herself here. So she instead bowed to the Jedi Headmaster, and introduced herself. "Rave smiled, good to see you here sir!" She nodded to Starlisk, Saluted the Emperor, and smiled at the very nice staff of this fine establishment. And finally she gathered enough strength to curtsy to the great Vladimir Faust. "Your reputation proceeds you sir!"

 

Indeed it did, the young girl was almost shaking in her too-large boots. She smiled grimly, and shyly went back to her embarrassment. She did not belong here with the greatest people of this generation. She just wanted to get this over with. Get back to life, maybe die a few times, see her brother again. Who knew.

 

She balled her black gloved hands into fists, then glanced over the rest of the members. She felt a little ill, but she contained herself. Standing with the guard of the once mighty emperor.

[Onderin Starlisk]

Onderin breathed a quiet sigh of relief when Faust capitulated and turned in his weapons. He was glad to get his mind off the man when the Imperial envoy came up to greet him.

 

"Admiral Reilly," he greeted the man in return. It was a bit of an interesting sentiment that the Imperial Admiral expressed, but one to which Onderin could relate. "It's easy to see your enemies as nothing but machines. Thankfully, that's not the case, or else these negotiations would never take place." He turned to face Rustic. "Emperor," he nodded curtly, even though this man had been his greatest enemy since the previous Emperor.

 

"This is Ambassador Rasil Talis," he said, introducing the man that had come with him.

 

Talis smiled and stepped forward. "I'm just making sure Admiral Starlisk here doesn't cause a political incident," he said modestly.

 

Onderin shook his head. "I'm just an idealist with no gift for politics," he said to the Imperials. "You should probably pay more attention to the Ambassador than to me."

 

The Jedi Master's comm beeped then. "Excuse me," he said to the delegation, then turned and walked a few steps away to take the call. It was from Gala, and informed him that General Sairdonga was back in action. He was extremely glad to hear that--not only was the General's record distinguished, but he had actually taken Gren as a Jedi apprentice during the same time he'd started training Aira. He was interested in talking to the man and seeing what his plans were now that the war was over. For now, though, he sent only an acknowledgement and the words, "Glad to hear it."