Commissioner Mazzari

Mazzari was amused at his new escort, but would definitely not turn it down. There were plenty of threats in this Galaxy, and he would enjoy the expert defense that the Imperial Guard was known for. Besides, it might also help to have these men mingle with his own officers and teach them a few things. Coruscant was going to be interesting, but he would do what he must. Someone needed to speak out and deliver the truth about what was going on in the Galaxy, it might as well be him. He returned to the Scales of Justice and took a few hours preparing many messages to be sent out throughout CoreSec (or was it now ImpSec?). He needed to prepare his men for the divide as there was definitely going to be opposition to this move. All around CoreSec's facilities, men who were loyal to the idea of order and justice began quietly seizing assets and either moving them to a safe, hidden place or squirreling them away on site with new access codes. It was all in the regulations, but so few people bothered to read them. Nothing was violent and no force was to be used, but it was rapidly growing close to the time when CoreSec was going to split in two. Mazzari wished it wasn't to be that way, but he couldn't control everything and some sacrifices had to be made for the good of all. As soon as messages were sent and plans put one step closer to motion, the corvette made its jump into hyperspace to go to Coruscant.

If he wasn't only one small step above being just a paper pushing, bureaucratic gobbling machine inside, Mazzari may have shown a bit more surprise to being offered the position Head of State Zinthos had offered. Alas, he had already deadened almost all of the parts of him that weren't useful to his position which included (but was not limited to): a sense of humor, the ability to enjoy what others considered "fun," any sort of feeling or sense of adoration of small children (of any species), and the ability to be surprised or shocked (though he hadn't yet gotten grounding implants, so electricity could still technically shock him). His red eyes quickly scanned the datapad to look over what was being offered. It was quite impressive how quickly this young human could work, though it also showed how desperate things were. He wasn't without his own intelligence reports: not everyone in the Remnant was exactly thrilled to have young Zinthos as their leader. She clearly trusted him and needed his influence and firepower to boost her own position. Of course, putting himself in her circle meant adding a lot of enemies, but that didn't bother him. He didn't survive as many crazy assassination attempts, bombings, raids, and other threats simply by not making enemies. He simply got by with a good bit of planning and the good graces and high favor of a large number of the behind the scenes creators who seemed to write the story of this Galaxy. This would be a very useful advance towards being able to finally do something to destroy Black Sun and the Sith, one that he would be a fool to pass by. "Forgive me, Head of State," he said carefully, "but I need no time to consider. I will accept your offer and begin the assimilation of CoreSec's assets into the Remnant. I have foreseen a split in the organization for some time and made plans for its inevitability. Many will remain loyal only to the crumbling Galactic Alliance, but there are more that are tired of the ineptitude and will join us in the fight against the criminals and murderers of this Galaxy. I have taken steps to ensure that most of the assets will remain under my control. It will take some time to sort things completely out, but I will begin the process immediately. "The Galactic Alliance Senate has summoned me and I will go. The truth and righteousness of our struggle needs to be spoken there. I will not go empty handed: I have evidence of the Sith and Black Sun violating the peace treaties and the necessity of war against them. Most won't hear, but some may and be persuaded to join our cause." He offered her another bow, this one from the waist down, and said, "Is there anything further you need of me?"

Mazzari's right eye twitched slightly as he saw all that tempting, delicious paperwork be pushed to the side by the Head of State, but maintained his composure and didn't lose focus. "Of course, Head of State, CoreSec is more than happy to assist any of our allies in the fight to restore justice and order. Your fight against the Sith is a shared one, one that I myself helped guide years ago on Coruscant when CoreSec and the Jedi destroyed the Sith Temple there. We need to fight the Sith and their Black Sun allies as one unified front." He was glad that the Head of State was cognizant enough to know that his actions were not something that the Galactic Alliance was exactly fond of. "If the Galactic Alliance is displeased with my actions to get justice for the tens of millions killed by Sith and Black Sun terrorists, then it is only further evidence that I made the correct choice aligning the CoreWorld Security force with the Remnant. Tell me, Head of State, is there anything I or my organization might do to assist you?"

Mazzari spent his time waiting in the Head of State's office considering an official CoreSec response to the proliferation of a new craze item he had read reports about over the last few weeks. Apparently, small rapidly rotating handheld discs called SidgitFinners™ were popping up all over CoreSec offices and were becoming a minor nuisance. Curious, he had one brought to his office on Kuat to see what it was all about and was greatly disappointed that all they did was rotate when held between his thumb and forefinger and spun. He lost interest within 4.2 seconds, but was mildly annoyed that so many of the members and officers of CoreSec were wasting significant amounts of otherwise potentially productive time holding these SidgitFinners™. It was such a widespread problem that he was considering declaring all of them (and their various knockoffs) contraband within all CoreSec facilities and vehicles. When the secretary came for him, he nodded and placed his considerations on hold for the time being. Standing up and walking into the office with his characteristically proper Chiss posture, he stopped before the Head of State and performed a crisp bow of his head and, as was proper, waited to be acknowledged and addressed by one of superior social and political standing.

Though he wasn't an in the trenches type of man, Mazzari was more than willing to put his best skills to use: coordinating and dealing with the minute of bureaucracy. He admired the Remnant's more streamlined approach to almost everything, it was far better than the chaos of the Galactic Alliance. Still, it had much to be desired and part of the Chiss hoped he could have an opportunity to tackle the redundancies and pointless loopholes. Bureaucracy was only efficient when done right. He was informed of the subpoena for him from the GA, but he ignored it for the moment. The opportunities here on Carida were more valuable and he had already been invited to meet with the Head of State. He would address the summons in due time, but for the moment, he would ignore it. It was a calculated move, one not without risk, but one that could offer plenty of reward for CoreSec and the stability of the Galaxy. When the situation on Carida's surface had been properly addressed and there was little more for him to do, he took one of his shuttles (which had already long offloaded its compliment of officers) to the Remnant capital to accept the Head of State's offer of an audience. When he arrived and was put through... adequate... screening (which could be only partially forgiven by the general state of frenzy the planet was in), he was informed the Head of State was in a meeting. He took no offense: the woman must be swamped with things to do. He politely informed the secretary that he was content to wait, took a seat, and immediately went back to work streamlining the distribution of custom engraved CoreSec styluses, mugs, and skullcaps to various schools and universities. Recruitment was necessary and couldn't be ignored even in the middle of such great transitions.

When Imperial Command responded and told them the dire news, Mazzari simply nodded. "Acknowledged, Command. We don't have many medics, but we do have officers extremely well trained in policing to help keep the peace and prevent panic. I will have my four shuttle captains begin coordinating with whatever local control needs the most assistance. "The Scales of Justice is capable of atmospheric flight, so if you would like us to directly engage this Sith creature, we can bring a significant amount of firepower upon it. If it is in a sensitive area, we can deploy an additional hundred and sixty commandos directly from this ship." While his officers began scrambling into action, Mazzari motioned over to his chief aide. "Make note to reallocate 0.3% of our entire operating budget to more disaster relief, specifically medics. If the Sith are on the warpath again, we need to be better prepared to handle casualties. We need hearts and minds." The four assault shuttles spread out taking officers and commandos to wherever they were needed to protect the population and keep order. The Scales of Justice headed toward where the Wyrm was to offer their own support.

A CoreSec corvette and three shuttles emerged from hyperspace moderately out from Carida orbit. On board the corvette Scales of Justice, Mazzari's red eyes began skimming over sensor reports. Tactical officers, with faces coming truly to life, began pouring over data, each rushing to make sense of it and be the first to present a report to the Commissioner. An accurate, report, at least, for Mazzari disliked inaccurate reports more than he liked people who forgot to fill out their Form z6455c-A3a Lunch Time notifications [that was quite a bit]. There was quite a bit going on so, sensing the need to make sure the recently battle scarred world didn't perceive them a threat, he opted to immediately open comms on a broadband. "This is Commissioner Mazzari of CoreSec on board the Scales of Justice to Remnant Command. We are here to offer whatever assistance my ship and four hundred of our finest commandos can provide. Please advise on what course would be optimal."

A message comes in to Imperial High Command from Coruscant. "Head of State Zinthos, I am the newly activated Commissioner Mazzari Alventeri, head of the CoreWorlds Security. Recently, our headquarters on Coruscant was destroyed by an armed force of Black Sun agents. Not only that, but several major acts of terrorism have occurred within the city in the last few weeks. We cannot contain this threat alone and the Galactic Alliance is unlikely to do anything. You recently spoke out against the Sith and its chaos, so I wonder if you would also put their long time allies, Black Sun, on your list of enemies to justice and order. If you are interested in an alliance against both of those evils, please contact me and we can establish a meeting time and place. Even if you are unwilling to actively assist us, I would hope that you would be willing to set up an intelligence exchange on both the Sith and Black Sun that would allow us to know the latest evils they are up to and possibly shut them down before they strike. I eagerly await your response and hope this is the start of a mutually beneficial alliance."

MAZZARI'S CHARACTER SHEET Identity [!ident] Real Name: Mazzari Alventeri A.K.A: Homeworld: Yaga Minor Species: Chiss Physical Description [!dscrp] Age: 38 Height: 6ft Weight: 165lbs Hair: black Eyes: red Sex: male Equipment [!equip] Clothing or Armor: CoreSec Uniform Weapon: blaster pistol Common Inventory: Faction Information [!factn] Non-Force User Alignment: lawful good Current Faction Affiliation: CoreSec Current Faction Rank: History: [!hstry] Force Side: Trained by: Trained who: Known Skills: Background: Mazzari may have been Chiss, but he was born on Yaga Minor far from the Chiss Ascendancy. His parents were among the few Chiss who immigrated outside of Ascendancy space and into the old Empire after relations normalized between the two governments. As such, he grew up among the culture of the rest of the Galaxy. To help him fit in, his parents neglected to give him a Chiss name and raised him with only minimal connections to the Ascendancy and the rest of the Chiss species. Mazzari uses his Chiss preciseness to benefit him in administrative work. He has a good memory and a great attention to detail that serves him well when manning the front desk at CoreSec. Ship Registration [!ship] Name: Class: Model: Manufacturer: Length: Armaments: Armor: Anti-Personnel Defenses: Appearance: Modifications: