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Re: Service Evaluation

Post by jacenwesiri » 2011-09-09 05:07

Jacen was clearly upset at McFini's sudden resignation. "Admiral Daala, I'm granting you command of the 3rd fleet, for now. The fleet has its orders, and Xanis will be commanding until you can arrive at the flagship. High-Colonel Dettun, I would like to meet with you in person at the earliest convenience. You all have your orders, if you have any additional questions, direct them to Ms. Laton." Jacen said, before simply exiting the conference.

He didn't have to accept the resignation, and naturally he would rather talk with him in person before doing so. Before leaving the holonet station, Jacen sent a quick order to have McFini meet him on Firro, one way or another. He chose Firro for a number of reasons, not the least because it was about halfway between their locations. He hoped he could talk him down, or at least have him leave on more amicable terms.

Jacen obviously arrived first, and was dressed in a rather expensive looking custom tailored suit that was cut vaguely along military lines. It was a rather exclusive restaurant after all, and only for the absolute best. (but Jacen could get in, so....) He had selected a private dining room, where special precautions had been taken for privacy. The room was more of a lounge than a normal dining room, with a table setup for meals, and rather comfortable looking chairs setup off to the side in a way that was obviously designed to facilitate conversations. Everything about the room seemed to scream expensive.

There were a few servants around, obviously more than were really needed for two. (more if Lyric would show up.) In order to promote the privacy, they had volunteered for a few things, including allowing the clientele to use a drug to remove their memories of the event, to ensure that no unwanted secrets could escape, not that Jacen intended to go that far with it. Still, he had the rather expensive bottle of Blossom wine, and a few others selected just in case.

When Tavish McFini arrived, by the direction of the Maitre'd, he was escorted by what seemed to be a dark haired woman no older than 20 to the room. She was dressed in a somewhat revealing black dress of some exotic cloth. She was knockdown gorgeous, and perhaps a little talkative and with bright eyes. "Master Wesiri, your guest has arrived." she said upon entering.

"McFini, I'm sorry." was Jacen's on queue response. He gave no explanation, but left it at that.
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Re: Service Evaluation

Post by Tavish McFini » 2011-09-09 05:41

McFini hadn't expected to be dragged to the Firro so suddenly, but he figured it would be remiss of him to keep Jacen waiting as he met a fairly lovely looking woman who escorted him to the dining hall. If wasn't married and too busy being preoccupied with more consuming thoughts. He thought resigning would be a lot more peaceful than this, but meeting the SCO wasn't exactly his idea of his first act after his forced retirement. McFini was still wearing his white Grand Admiral uniform (minus the rank plaque) which was a stark contrast to the suit Jacen wore and made McFini wonder if he shouldn't have changed into something a little more suitable. Jacen's first words upon approaching didn't really strike McFini as something he would have expected from the SCO, then again, this whole meeting was much the same.

"You're sorry?" McFini raised an eyebrow as he took a seat, unsure of what to make of the impromptu apology. "I suppose that makes sense considering you look just as guilty as the Emperor right now in keeping this thing a secret from everyone..." He looked away at a painting hanging on a wall, his eyes not really focusing on it any. Jacen probably wanted to know why, and McFini was going to at least oblige him that much. "I joined the Federation because it was different from the Empire, because we didn't need to rely on things like Death Stars and World Devastators to win wars..." He shot a quick glance at Jacen before he could interject. "Don't get me wrong, the Devastators are great for building things, but we haven't used them to consume worlds like the late Emperor tried to.

"But now the Federation is building another battle station? I doubt anyone in the galaxy is going to stand idly by while we build this thing and I'm not going to be party to a government that is going to construct this thing."
McFini leaned back on his chair and let out a long sigh. "So, unless you're here to tell me that your stance on how we are to deal with that thing has changed, which I doubt, I fear you're probably wasting your time." He fixed Jacen with a firm look, his resolve set as firm as it was when he made the decision back on the bridge of the Intimidator. He rubbed his eyes for a moment, still feeling a little tired though that really didn't affect anything. Seeing the battle station was sickening enough but allowing it to continue existing, as well as doing nothing regarding Eri, it made him question what the Federation had become. Ironically, it seemed Daala had the right idea all along, minus the capturing bit.

Lyric was next to arrive though she was told by the Maitre'd to wait outside. She had no idea why the Surpeme Commander wanted to meet her on the Firro though she suspected he was with someone else at the moment and her having been directed here was simply a side-effect. Oh well, maybe now would be her opportunity to express her disappointment at his lack of willingness to do anything about the Surface Marshal. It probably wouldn't do her any good, but at least she could sleep at night knowing she did everything possible. At any moment, SPECWARCOM would be having a briefing with the intel she had forwarded to them.
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Re: Service Evaluation

Post by Blitzkrieg » 2011-09-09 06:10

Pouring some tea for everyone who had come to the small briefing, Wolfgang nodded, sighing softly. "Something big has come up," he said after the last cup was full, frowning. He wanted to keep it as short as possible; there were so few details he really had that were pertinent to the task, anyway, since they were dealing with largely-classified information. At the same time, these were the finest of the troops under his direct command; they deserved far better than a watered-down, excuse-and-a-half for a briefing. Calmly, he took a sip from his cup, tapping away at the console on his desk. A few seconds later, the room's walls made a soft hissing sound, and several sound-proofing devices in the walls came to life, blocking the discussion from penetrating to even Staff-Sergeant Hartford's desk. "What you are about to learn, gentlemen, is classified; do me a favor and don't bother asking how I got it." Because I sure as Hell won't tell on my source, he thought, but didn't say, before closing with a stern warning. "If I find out that either of you even so much as sneezed a whisper of this to anyone, the Emperor will need to resurrect you to punish you."

A projection screen appeared on the wall farthest from his desk, and turned on to reveal the information that had been transmitted from High-Colonel Dettun's station during what he had only surmised was a recent meeting to which she'd been privy. The thought dawned on him that perhaps it would have been better to find some patience and wait until the meeting had been over and deliver it ASAP in person; the staff-sergeant had pointed out to him, calmly, that Lyric had still been in the meeting when he'd received the message from her. "The information you are now seeing is pertinent to an area of space currently being regarded as a hostile area. From what I've been told regarding this documentation, Surface Marshal Ambicon is being held at an unidentified facility in this area. Unfortunately, we have little to go on regarding what else is out there, but the request is obvious enough."

This was the hard part. Not telling them what the request was; they already knew what it was without him having to say it. No; the tricky part was convincing himself, and them, that it was a doable thing. With little intel to go on, the mission was effectively a blind op, and his people weren't meant to go into that sort of a situation. Not only that, but he personally wouldn't allow it to happen unless the situation was extremely dire. Sadly, that's what this was...something dire enough to actually make him openly consider whether or not having enough intel was a luxury they could afford to hold out for. "Tell it to me straight, folks; you have the information on the screen, and it's all I've got. Given my gut feelings on this one, we won't have a chance to learn anything more before we have to come to a decision. I want your input, all of you."

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Re: Service Evaluation

Post by jacenwesiri » 2011-09-09 07:05

"I might be wasting my time, but perhaps not? I didn't know about that Death Star until Ibrahim provided me with the intel before the conference I called. The Emperor didn't simply bother informing me about that. The first I learned of it officially was then, when the Emperor opened a private channel with Crystala and myself, and after berating us over handling it as we did, he ordered us to perform the lockdown. I don't think he intends for any of us to know where it's being relocated. I also didn't know about what happened to Eri ahead of time, and my current opinion is that the Emperor either ordered it or didn't care that it happened." Jacen said, truthfully filling him in on what he knew about it. He didn't intend to play it down, or lie, for what was the point? The truth, while perhaps it wouldn't be believed, Jacen considered it important to at least try to not contribute to the cloak of lies. Besides, with a direct order like that, he had no basis for rejecting the order. If he intended to stay on the inside, that was his only recourse, or resigning which probably would have had severe repercussions.

"And you're right, this isn't the Federation that it was when I first joined. And yes, there is something fundamentally wrong with the Federation. I'm unsure as to how best to fix it, but I guess the only things I can think up now are how not to go it. I tried to dissuade Eri from going about a more direct approach. She took Mai's death particularly hard, and after meeting with Thrakis on Corellia, she was intent on trying to assassinate the Emperor. I figured that by providing her with enough information to realize that she couldn't feasibly do it herself, that she would get bogged down in the details necessary for that. The Commissariat decided to deal with her as a threat, and decided to take her away for what I can only guess is reeducation. I'm sure you can imagine Crystala's position, at having to look at Eri, as a suspect. If you stay or go, please don't do anything to elicit that." Jacen said, perhaps rambling at the end there. Perhaps he had more to say, but he figured he'd wait to gauge Fini's reaction before moving ahead with it. It was the unfortunate part of the whole affair. Jacen knew full well that Kane was probably hte problem, but the number of solutions to fix the perceived problem were rather limited. Of the most promising options, either a coup could be attempted, at great risk, or an attempt could be made to get the 3/4 majority to remove the Emperor. Ironically, the coup would probably be the safer long term bet, but such things would be hard to put into place. Simply put, the 3/4 majority was a hard hurdle to pass, even if the Emperor wouldn't be intimidating the Senators to voting certain ways, and a failed vote could bring about a civil war. Jacen knew that either of those could be considered treacherous, but perhaps that just added fun to it.

"Would you like some wine?" the girl in the black dress asked McFini, referring to a bottle in a bucket of ice. The Blossom Wine was a pale yellow, similar to some white wines. The privacy here was near absolute through just about all means. Naturally Kane could be watching in, or perhaps another Jedi or whatnot, but he was being extra observant for any signs of such things. Beyond that, the girl in the dress, like the others working here, were under the assumption that they would have their memories of the time here wiped after Jacen and Fini were done here. It was a common practice among the super rich, to allow a freedom for discussing sensitive matters while enjoying so many comforts. Heck, he wouldn't have been surprised if McFini had been to such places in the past, given how common they were among the Galaxy's elite. And it probably wouldn't have been a surprise. Naturally, from time to time, such things would be compromised, but Jacen knew this particular location had a good reputation, and he had a few other things as reassurance. Still, for the right price, most people would do just about anything.
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Re: Service Evaluation

Post by Tavish McFini » 2011-09-09 16:49

McFini listened to what Jacen said wordlessly, processing everything like so many times before. He wasn't sure how much to believe Jacen but given the lengths he was going through to inform him of all this, McFini assumed it was all true. What did the Supreme Commander possibly have to gain from lying right now, to the Grand Admiral who, regardless of whether or not his resignation was approved or not, would leave the Federation unless he got some satisfactory answers and plans with how to prevent the galaxy from turning entirely against the NIF he had spent the past four years fighting for.

"Yes, please," McFini nodded to the woman who promptly poured him a glass of wine before handing it to him. He smiled appreciatively at her as he accepted it. "Thank-you." She smiled politely back before turning to Jacen and asking if he wanted any. Sipping the wine, McFini realized this was probably the earliest he was drinking, given how, for him, he should still be asleep right now, or just on the verge of getting up, he was losing track of time and couldn't bother to check the chrono on his wrist. It was a good wine, probably very expensive, but even it did little to remove the sour taste left in his mouth from all the revelations that happened today.

"So the Commissariat has eyes and ears all over the Federation?" McFini snorted in disgust, the idea that an ISIS-esque group was running around abducting people suspected of being a threat. "Or is the agency cooperating with the Commissariat?" The thought that Crystala had a hand in this wouldn't really surprise McFini though he liked to believe the ISIS was somewhat noble, enough to think that the NIF didn't need some other group. "I would have thought it fell under IntOrg's purview to deal with Eri..." He lowered the wine glass and stared into it sadly before looking back at Jacen with a confidant expression. "But I still refuse to believe she would ever do anything to actively harm the Federation. She's given too much to be suspect of anything more than a loyal servant of the Federation." The thought that the ISIS was seeing her as a suspect didn't sit well with McFini and the hint that she was trying to assassinate the Emperor, while extreme, didn't surprise him either.

He laughed briefly as a sad thought came to his mind, an old memory. "Though, as I recall, you probably didn't help her very much in the aftermath of Tsoss Beacon. From where I'm sitting, it seems there are three distinct groups running around in the Federation." He held up a finger in his free hand. "There's the Commissariat. A completely unknown entity that seems to be moving around with near total impunity, based on a battle station, that looks an awful lot like a third Death Star, that pretty much no one knows about and is being kept that way as the station gets relocated."

A second finger unfurled to join the first. "There's the Dark Jedi: you, Thrakis, the late Mai, Kane, Crystala, Kyp, Thessalia and Force knows who else, who also run around the Federation with near total impunity, able to butcher anyone they see fit if they don't do as you demand. Ironically, it would also seem that there's some tension within your own ranks or is it just Thrakis who's out there?" McFini asked, not really expecting an answer. He had seen the dossier in the aftermath of Sarapin revealing that the lone Dark Jedi had been declared a traitor and was to be captured (by any other Dark Jedi as they were really the only ones capable of pulling off such a feat) or killed and brought back to Kane. Thankfully McFini had more important things to worry about than trying to hunt down a lone Dark Jedi who probably possessed power enough alone to send the Intimidator back to the repair yards (again) with but the snap of his fingers. "It would seem to me that the Commissariat would have been better served working as the old Inquisition, hunting down rogue Force users, but I digress..."

Lifting a third and final finger, he finished his list with no small amount of disappointment in his tone as he said, "Then there's the rest of us, people like myself, Xanis, Ibrahim, Eri, Kyle, Devan, you know, non-Force Users who, despite vastly outnumbering either of the two aforementioned groups combined, are constantly finding ourselves as victims to them. We're subject to all the laws and can now be whisked away for re-education on a whim. Thinking of it in that sense, I can understand Eri's feelings, especially now. As far as I can tell, the problems we're facing can be tracked back to one key problem, the fact that one person in the Federation wields all the power, power enough to control the two most influential groups that are keeping the rest of us in line, as I'm sure someone might put it in so many words." He shook his head and sipped more of the wine. Times like this made him realize that the New Republic did have at least one thing going right for them, decentralized power so that, with the exception of the Divergent, things like Death Stars couldn't be built without more people knowing about it.

"Then there's another concern," McFini began as another realization struck him. "How many other projects are being worked on that we don't know about? When they were building the first Death Star, the Maw Installation was hard at work with the Sun Crusher and it was only because Tarkin died that the knowledge of that station disappeared with him. How do we know this Death Star is the only thing out there? If it isn't and we destroy it, how many other superweapons does this Commissariat possess? Who keeps them in check? Who keeps the Dark Jedi in check for that matter?" McFini gaze narrowed as he asked the more pertinent question. "Who keeps the Emperor in check? It's obviously not the senate because they're not even aware of what's going on, save one."

Admiral Natasi Daala arrived on the Intimidator as soon as the order was issued, the sudden resignation by the Grand Admiral appearing out of no where as the man lost his wit and was no longer able to deal with the increasingly complex situation. It didn't surprise the woman as she strode into the bridge, her long copper hair tied in a single braid tailing behind her with each step. Grand Admiral McFini always struck her as someone who belonged more in the more sensitive New Republic, commanding one of those Mon Cal cruisers with his unorthodox ways.

"Admiral," a red skinned woman with short white hair saluted her crisply. "We are awaiting your orders to jump."

Daala nodded, already briefed on the situation and status of Third Fleet and her orders. "Initiate the jump Commander. Once we arrive, contact Vice-Admiral Sorannan and Commander Riinuuk and make sure they've been fully informed in the change of command."

Aurora nodded, hesitating for just a moment as she stood in awe of Daala's imposing presence. She must have paused for too long as the Admiral looked over, her green eyes looking at the XO with impatience. Turning away, Aurora walked briskly to the communication terminal after giving a swift nod to the helmsman to execute the jump to lightspeed.

"I don't believe he would just up and resign like that..." Ensign Hales muttered when Aurora had got within earshot. He had survived the betrayal of the ex-Captain -deCoverly and now had outlasted the Grand Admiral, an impossibility for someone who has been stuck as an ensign this entire time. "What's all this about?"

Aurora, having had the benefit of seeing the brief, glanced over her shoulder at Daala who was busy analyzing the last readouts of the fleet deployment and checking on the status of Task Force Justice. Looking back at Hales, she said softly, "I'm not at liberty to tell you, but suffice to say, it's bad."

That was all Hales needed to hear even if he could have pieced that together himself. It had to have been pretty damn bad to make the Grand Admiral walk out like that. What perhaps surprised him more was that McFini didn't instead just reject his orders and leave Third Fleet behind. He had firmly established the loyalty of everyone in the fleet and after seeing how bad Sarapin was, no one would question the Grand Admiral's orders if he decided to not go through with the jump. Now this new Admiral was in charge and Hales already got the distinct impression that this was going to be another Sarapin...

Aurora must have sensed his unease and put a hand gently on his shoulder. "Relax Ensign, where we're going, it won't be another bloodbath." Her words helped reassure the communication officer though Aurora couldn't help but feel, with Daala now in charge, that she might decide to take matters into her own hands, like she had a nasty habit of doing, and attack the Death Star, McFini having expressed his doubts about any success of capturing the thing.
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Re: Service Evaluation

Post by jacenwesiri » 2011-09-09 18:34

"First, Mai recruited Thrakis to assist her at Sarapin. I believe Eri felt some survivor's guilt, at Mai having deliberately chosen not to include her with it and that she also blamed the Emperor for the many losses. And yes, Crystala knew about it, but she appeared to be completely caught off guard by it, which would probably mean that the Commissariat is not in league with ISIS. As far as I could tell, Eri believed that the Emperor was a threat to the Federation, and I don't believe she would have hesitated to try to take him out if the opportunity presented itself. What I tried to do to get her to stop was letting her know the consequences of her failing, why Mai and Thrakis couldn't have taken him out then, and that Mai probably wanted her to survive. I would say she then shifted to trying to plot, forming a conspiracy towards that end, but she may have been moving towards that before hand. Why she did it, ironically, was perhaps out of a sense of loyalty to the ideals of the Federation, and it was because of that that I choose to not deal with that. The Commissariat probably perceives loyalty to the Federation and loyalty to the Emperor as being indivisible, leading to that." Jacen said, laying out some more details concerning Eri.

"Perhaps it might interest you that while the Emperor was greatly upset about finding the Death Star, he had no complaints about essentially ordering Crystala to perform a shadow war on the Commissariat. Perhaps he intends them to be a distraction? And you make a good point about the Commissariat. Aside from Thrakis, there is another. Mai took on an apprentice, Bastian Grimwulf. You may remember him, as he was commanding a ship in the 4th fleet back when you commanded it. Right now, Bastian is unaccounted for, and is assumed to have gone rogue, though perhaps he is in hiding because he is afraid of what would happen to him because of his connection to Mai. I believe that Mai is the start of that. Kane himself said she grew disillusioned with the Federation, with him. With the right levers, you can get Thrakis to do anything, and I believe she found one of those." Jacen said, intentionally not elaborating on how she did that. It would probably sound petty, but he was sure Thrakis considered that did what he did to test himself, but he didn't intend to reveal everything he knew about Thrakis just yet, but he would add more about Thrakis. "Thrakis could have done a lot of damage to the Federation since Sarapin if he would have chosen to do so, but he has not." It was ironic, as far as he could tell from the available evidence, Mai and Eri were both not far from the same vein. He already considered Mai's attempt premature, and Eri's attempt was discovered prematurely. There weren't many left who he knew he could count on at high positions for such a thing, meaning that at a starting point, he needed the Navy or ISIS.

"As for the Death Star, what can be said?" Jacen said. Kane called it Project Deus Ex Machina. Kane said the drive system would become operational in about 4 months time, though they are able to put together a temporary drive system with the already finished parts of it, which they're wiring up to relocate it. By Crystala finding it, she perhaps bought a few hours before it's operational. Jacen projected to McFini. (In the post, Kane put Deux Ex Machina, but I'm assuming the Deux was a typo.) Even with privacy about as guaranteed as possible, somethings were better left unsaid. "I don't know about any other similar projects. Here's the problem I'm facing with the Death Star. If the Council knows, this is perhaps completely legal. To determine the extent of their knowledge isn't far from leaking information, and leaking information on this under current conditions would be problematic. Ciara and Osiris are loyal to the Emperor, meaning we can't check with them, so what recourse is left politically? At this point, walking away would not change anything in the long term. Once the Death Star is built, the ideals would perhaps be dead, with the Empire coming about again. Is the only recourse then is the unthinkable?"
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Re: Service Evaluation

Post by Tavish McFini » 2011-09-09 19:20

"Completely legal?" McFini scoffed at the idea that the construction of this thing could ever be defined as "legal". "If that thing is even remotely legal, than I should walk out that door right now because, like them or hate them, the New Republic has one thing right, the fact they don't need to build things like that in order to win a war. Military might only goes so far and if the Federation can't win the minds and hearts of the people- and we sure as hell won't be winning any when, yes when, they find out about that thing- than I don't think the Federation deserves to win at all." It was a very candid statement for McFini to make, and it was clear his ire was raised, his usual calm and cheerful demeanor replaced by his passionate outburst decrying what the NIF has become. There was a good reason he preferred to run Third the way he did, opting to keep elevated levels of morale than a rigid doctrine of discipline.

Taking in a deep calming breath, he relaxed a little now, having spoken his mind regarding the station. McFini wasn't going to disagree with anything Jacen said, it made sense and by resigning, he wasn't solving the problem but rather dumping it on to someone else. He cracked a sad smile and breathed, "Sad how now it seems -deCoverly knew what he was doing back at Sarapin." He once again found hearing the voice in his head unsettling, but he made no outward sign of discomfort as he finished off the glass of wine, politely shaking his head at the woman as she dutifully approached to refill it. "There's always a choice in life," McFini began as he put the glass down on the table gently, his mind wondering how far he could go with a mutiny in Third Fleet, how many of the officers, soldiers and crew would follow him instead of heeding to Kane's call. It was a shame Eri had been taken away because she commanded the loyalties of the army and, sadly, with her out of the picture, it meant that an army crackdown on any attempt at defecting from the Emperor would be brutal and swift.

Which left him, in the end, with only a few options. He could remain and blindly follow the orders given to him. With the knowledge that the NIF was building a Death Star with the intent to use it (why else build such a thing?), McFini doubted he could stomach remaining in command and being part of that same Federation. He could try to attack it, send the Int back to the repair yards, be hung for treachery and see the vast majority of those who sided with him also put down. Maybe he would destroy the thing, maybe not. He could defect but after what Dev Fenris and Kyle Morrison did, the New Republic would probably sooner throw him into a jail cell rather than think he could be trusted.

Resignation was the option he was prepared to take, which would remove him from the situation and the problem, if only temporarily. It could go either way, he could live out the rest of his days on some nice world (a handful came to mind already) and not give a damn about the rest of the galaxy and the Death Star blowing worlds to pieces or he could constantly be running from world to world as the damn thing destroyed entire systems to put down the rebellions that would spring up against it. The galaxy would not lay idle so long as it existed, the Divergent helped reinforce that notion through it's wanton use of the superlaser it contained, having thrown the entire Bogden system into a gradational mess after it destroyed Bogg 3.

"The only question remains, are people prepared to make those choices and live with the consequences?" It seemed Jacen was prepared to pay feigned loyalty to the Emperor for however long it would take. McFini didn't have that patience, not when his conscience weighed so heavily. "Ignorence is bliss," he quoted from a familiar and well worn saying as he considered his options further.

Reaching a decision, McFini said calmly to Jacen, "I suppose you'd rather not let me resign so here's what I'm going to propose to you. Let me deal with the thing as I see fit and, beyond remaining dutiful to the Emperor and telling me to back down, you stay out of my way and try to keep anyone else back as well and I'll do whatever damage to the thing I can. The Deadly Surprise can destroy it in a heartbeat and we can use gravity wells to stop it from jumping... assuming something with that much mass has anything to worry about when making the jump to lightspeed in the first place..." Somehow, McFini highly doubted that the battle station would need to feel the same level of concern about hitting other ships or asteroids that most warships had to worry about, which meant it would probably take the focused efforts of a couple interdictors to trigger the hyperdrive safeties and prevent it from jumping, assuming it didn't already have a means to counter it already.

Still, of greater concern was the fact that Eri was still on board the station. Daala might have a point about capturing the station, but unless McFini could passify the thing, he wasn't going to needlessly risk army shuttles getting destroyed in transit. No doubt it's what Eri would have wanted if he knew anything about her at all. It was hardly worth losing scores of soldiers in a vein effort when McFini could just as soon destroy the thing. Also of concern would be the fallout of such an attack but McFini knew that he alone would be put to the sword for it. It would perhaps buy the others the opportunity to work out a better way to deal with the Emperor while the pieces were picked up. At least the Commissariat would be dead and no one else would be dragged off...

"If we can disable it, we could use it as a bargaining tool, hold it for ransom of sorts. I doubt the Emperor will want us destroying it outright so we might be able to use the station as a sort of leverage and find out just what else is out there. Worst case, he sends another fleet at me to get it back. I feel confidant that, once the other ships arrive in system, most of the officers in the other fleets are going to be outraged at such a thing." Scratching the side of his head, McFini presented Jacen with his other option, "Otherwise, you might as well find yourself a new Grand Admiral to play the role of ignorant follower because I'm afraid I've lost that role by waking up to attend that meeting this morning. Like I said, I don't want to be party to this thing and I'm also not going to sit around patiently and wait for them to finish building it before we get another chance like this one." He smiled humorously though he was hardly in a joking mood.
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Post by jacenwesiri » 2011-09-10 01:00

"You're getting ahead of yourself. If you'd attempt to openly go at it, there are command codes that can essentially shut down your ships. It's a standard precaution against ships mutinying, and to my knowledge, they've never been used before. Osiris stands to defend the Federation, and perhaps even against that. Truth be told, that was part of the reason I revised the orders, as there wouldn't have been a point in sending the fleet against it with that hanging over our heads." Jacen left unsaid that at Sarapin, the mutiny by de Coverly wasn't of a nature that would have merited such words. He didn't care to pick at old wounds, not to McFini at least.

"I was thinking along some different lines. Given how short the time frame is before it is operational, there is no guarantee that we will actually get an opening which would allow for something like that. The New Republic may have the moral high ground, but there is too little time for them to deal with it, and it would perhaps be suicidal for them to do what is necessary to take it out once it is completed. Between Mai, de Coverly, and Eri, the chances of any intrigue to succeed are greatly diminished. The ability to do any good with the New Republic Navy or any other naval force would be limited. So realistically, you have two options: You can either sit this one out, or you can stay and try to influence the outcome and I believe the most effective way for you to do that would be from within the Navy. I might be mistaken, but that's what I think, and neither are exactly good options. You asked if people were prepared to make those choices and live with the consequences. I'll answer with a question. If Mai, Eri, and de Coverly were willing to make those choices and live with the consequences, do you think they were alone in that endeavor? Like I said, Eri was forming a conspiracy towards that end." Jacen didn't intend to elaborate beyond that. Eri's conspiracy was known, and it wasn't ideal to try to join up with them, but it served the purpose of giving him examples to his question. After all, if Eri could find like minded people within the Army, couldn't McFini in the Navy?
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Post by Tavish McFini » 2011-09-10 04:39

McFini clenched his fists. This wasn't how he envisioned being stonewalled but he clearly underestimated the power Orisis and it meant he was left back where he started. It didn't seem there was much point trying to rally the navy to any sort of cause if the damn computer could just shut the entire navy down anyways. "So, you're pretty much advocating we let this thing go..." Jacen didn't have to respond, knowing McFini knew the response he would give. Either way, the Death Star won this round which made the next encounter next to impossible to win without suffering worse losses than McFini would have in this instance.

Still, the idea of biding his time wasn't so bad, but McFini would probably be lucky to not end up like Eri in this instance. He was no ISIS agent and the only way he could stage a coup would be to simply go about his daily work as normal and then, in the middle of a fight, make up some lame reason why he should open fire on some otherwise allied vessel. "You have no idea how hard it's going to be to work each day so long as I know that thing exists..." McFini muttered at last, knowing that, in the end, he really didn't have any choice. He could leave the NIF, but Jacen had a very subtle point, that he would be no good to anyone outside, after all, what good was an officer without a ship? "I don't suppose I could convince you to let me take the Intimidator with me?" He chuckled which turned into a laugh as he saw Jacen's expression change ever so slightly. "I'll take that as a no. Ah well, can't blame a guy for trying..."

Well, now he had a long explanation to give as by now the entire fleet would have heard about his resignation but that was fine, he was quick on his feet when it came to coming up with stuff. "So, in the interest of getting ahead of myself, what happens after that thing relocates somewhere? We pretend nothing happened and go about or normal lives until it emerges and starts systematically killing everyone who might have seen it?" It was clear by his tone that he was only half-joking with the question but there was some seriousness behind it. Kane knew that everyone here would have long since been made aware of it and Third Fleet was the worst fleet if someone wanted to keep a secret, came with the territory of such high morale and lax discipline.
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"Suicide op." Spyker was being very blunt about what he was reading on the datapad in front of him, but he wasn't being paid to pussyfoot around operation planning. "A secret facility in our territory that big? Something stinks about this, and we'll be slaughtered if we try to get in there, sir. I say we hold off until we get better intelligence on this." To his right, Keyes nodded in agreement with his operator.

"I agree. Something this large can't have stayed hidden without some very heavy security around it, probably something that nothing short of a full fleet or more would have the chance to get past. We certainly don't have anything that could get in there, especially if this is as heavily protected as it looks."

"I'd have to disagree with Omega and the Major. We don't leave people in the hands of the enemy." This came, unsurprisingly, from the Alpha Team leader, a man he recognized as Major Tycho Shorn. Spyker hadn't thought him impulsive or rash, but the man was still fairly young, considering. The officer was a good soldier, smart and had a good grasp of tactics, but the only noncom in the room wondered if the man was too eager to prove himself. The thought was a common one in the Special Forces, however, and Spyker would normally agree with him, if not for the current circumstances.

"Nothing is all we can do right now; we don't know what we'd be up against in there, Major, and I'm not looking to die for nothing anytime soon." That comment smacked of insubordination from the Sergeant, but the High Colonel did ask for candid remarks, and Spyker wasn't telling anything less than the truth as he saw it. Something didn't add up, though, particularly the rush to have something in place. "What aren't you telling us, sir?"
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Post by jacenwesiri » 2011-09-19 05:38

"I don't know what happens next. The future is clouded, and what I've seen is...sensitive to change. Admiral, all I can promise you is this. If you stay in the Navy, you will be able to influence the outcome, but I think that would be hard on you just the same.. I know you well enough, but let me pose a question to you. Do you think you could sit on the sidelines knowing what is at stake? I'm sorry, there are no good options." Jacen said, going back to his original premise.

"I can't promise you anything else. I don't want to risk either of our lives on long odds, but if an opportunity would present itself...." Jacen said, and purposefully didn't finish his statement. Really, there wasn't much point, as the idea would get across either way. There it was, an opportunity to present itself, and the possibility of dealing with it directly. It wasn't a good option, but among all the flawed options, it was probably the best one available.
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Post by Kallila Tsarati » 2011-09-19 05:52

“What kind of question is that? Where's here?” Alexia spoke in hushed tones, curled up on her bunk with the blanket pulled mostly over her head. She knew she was being watched, but had no idea how closely. The last thing she remembered was training Red Jack's mercenary troops, and suddenly she finds herself in an unknown facility where no one tells her a thing. Every so often she slips into some sort of sleep or unconsciousness, but has no concept of time upon waking back up. How long had she been in here?

A quick whiff under her arm suggested she hadn't bathed in at least a couple of days, and her blonde hair felt a little slick and oily, and her skin a bit grimy. The inside of her forearm still had flecks of dirt and crushed leaves, the smell of which brought back memories of the training camp Red Jack had set up for her on a remote world. The back of her left hand had an oil stain on it, but she couldn't remember exactly what it was from.

“Look,” Alexia grumbled, “I'm being held in some room. It's not quite a cell, but the door is locked from the outside. I don't even know who's holding me. They aren't talking to me. I think,” Alexia trailed off, glancing at her arm for a moment. “I think they're tattooing me. I have tattoos all over my arms, I don't know where they came from.”

It sounded so crazy. Who kidnapped people just to force body art on them? Something very strange was going on. But the more Alexia thought about it, the less it made sense to her. She felt like the morning after shore-leave, like some wild adventure had happened to her and she had no recollection of it.

“Listen, Eri,” Alexia went on. “I don't have any way to know that you aren't one of the people doing this to me. If so, you and all your friends are sick, so stop being cowards and just do whatever it is you're going to do to me. If not, Eri, I'm an ex-soldier, I know a thing or two about black operations. Whatever is happening to me, it stinks of reeducation. I can't remember how any of this happened. Can you tell me anything? Do you know anything at all?”

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Post by Tavish McFini » 2011-09-20 00:46

Sitting in silence for a long moment, McFini thought about Jacen's words carefully. How long would it take before such an opportunity came? How many lives would be lost? If the stuck around, what would be the cost of that? Could he really remain loyal to the NIF so long as he knew that Death Star was out there, ready to undermine everything he and every other office worked and sacrificed their lives for?

"I could sit on the sidelines actually," McFini countered effortlessly as he put his hands together, closing his eyes as his memory of -deCoverly and his actions returned to the forefront. "Because it would be better for everyone if I remained there than if I were to suddenly try to turn on everyone in the middle of an engagement. Besides, I've been in the navy almost as long as you and I'd like to think my actions didn't influence the creation of that thing. If so, that makes this feeling even worse. Why weren't we able to prevent this from happening in the first place? Why didn't we see this coming?"

They were pointless questions, the answers to which wouldn't change the present but McFini struggled to fathom how such a thing could have taken place at all. Resources spent on converting a moon into a battle station could have been spent bulking up the fleets for the assault on Sarapin so it could have been something other than a blood bath. Resources that could have better defended Arkania or Bogden, resources that could have seen a bulked up Fourth Fleet that could have better reacted to the recent New Republic raids.

Resting his head on a hand, his left index finger tapping against his temple, McFini was still undecided right now, though leaning towards resignation. It seemed a lot of people failed the Federation, himself included and somewhere along the lines, something went horribly wrong which lead to this. McFini couldn't pinpoint exactly what it was but, letting out a depressed sigh, he muttered, "We've failed the Federation you know. No matter what happens now, no matter how much we try to cover this up, the fact remains we were blind and kept ignorant while the Emperor decided to proceed with his secret project."

Hopefully Jacen would be able to sleep better at night knowing he failed the NIF because right now, McFini was already envisioning a lot of long and very sleepless nights. He wouldn't be able to rest knowing the Death Star was out there, being indirectly protected by him. That was the last thing McFini needed, that hanging over his shoulders. He felt guilty enough as though he had authorized its construction and was the mastermind behind it all.

"Where did we go wrong?" he repeated, unwilling to drop the subject until he got an answer, speculative or factual, either way, if anyone should know, it would be the Supreme Commander. Force help our souls if he doesn't even have the vaguest idea...
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"Tattoos?" Eri sounded surprised as she reflexively rolled up the sleeves of her uniform to double-check she hadn't overlooked anything when she had taken her shower. Sure enough, her hazy memory hadn't failed her in this instance as she didn't see any markings, just the odd scar here and there, reminders of the fights and campaigns she had been through in her life, though Eri had long since forgotten which one was from what particular event- she tried not to dwell on it too much.

Alexia's last little comment made Eri nod understandingly. "Well, the feeling is mutual then and if you have plans to start inking my arms..." She spun the black knife around in her hand, her eyes fixated on the dull colour that didn't reflect any light, the serrated edge looking a lot more wicked than she ever remembered it to look. I'd sooner slit my wrists than continue to let them run whatever it is they're trying to do... Eri thought to herself, opting to not speak it aloud. The mention of reeducation gave Eri pause. She had heard rumours about the procedure, the dark purpose behind it, but she didn't really feel like she had gone through it necessarily, except for the bizarre sensations she only vaguely remembered.

"You think that's what they did to us? Re-educated us?" It was a frightening thought, the idea that she was somehow forcefully changed, losing her own identity through unnatural means. It made her stomach twist, threatening to force the tasty sandwich back up and out. "I was brought here for specialist treatment..." Eri began, trying to not think about the feeling deep in the pits of her stomach. It dawned on her now, that "specialist treatment" was a euphemism for "reeducation". Her feeling of disgust slowly gave way to a barely controlled rage. What did I do wrong to deserve this? I've given so much to the Federation...

The rage subsided, falling suddenly into a deep pit of depression as Eri struggled to comprehend why she was being put through this after years of loyal service, years of heartache, pain, suffering and loss. This was how the NIF treated their decorated heroes... It was little wonder she resented everything she had become now. "I remember a voice and... the feeling of being very cold. Is that what re-education is like?" Eri could hear her voice start to crack as she said those words, the pain inside of her too great to take any more.

After everything she had done, everything she had been through, it seemed that somehow, somewhere, Eri still failed someone to warrant this ill-begotten treatment. And if they missed with her mind, there was no telling what they were going to force her to do now. There was only one way to make sure she wouldn't be stuck doing something she would forever regret and as she stared at the black knife, Eri felt something strange wash over her, a bizarre sensation she had never experienced before, an awareness that went beyond her normal perception of things. She could feel more than the chill of the cold knife in her hand, she could feel its presence, which seemed strange.

Then she vaguely remembered what Wesiri had done to her back during their little meeting. He warned her about something, exactly what she couldn't recall but it didn't seem important compared to the more startling thought that started to dawn upon her. The sensation she felt then wasn't unlike what she was experiencing now, the awareness all around her though the feeling of all the distant people and their presence though the walls... Eri could tell she was isolated somewhere as she couldn't even sense the two battle droids outside though she knew they were there, standing, waiting...

Her father, Wesiri, the NIF, this place; they were all trying to force her to be or do things, control her life and her actions some how. What personal freedoms did Eri ever really have? The Directive played her like a puppet, even people she thought were her friends saw her as little more than a tool or an instrument. The gripping fear clutched her as the thought of re-education made her aware that this was just another moment in her long and less than illustrious life where someone else was molding her, what into, she neither knew nor wanted to find out. Tucking her legs tightly against her chest and wrapping her arms around them again, her right hand gripping her left wrist just above the hand that clutched the quivering blade, Eri felt she had once again plummeted to an all new low point in her life. Wiping the tears off her face by rubbing her face against her knees, she tried to prevent herself from sobbing. "So, what are the tattoos of?" she forced herself to ask, knowing the more she could keep Alexia talking the easier it would be to keep her mind from spiraling out of control into the depths of despair she thought she had only recently climbed out of and thought she had managed to put behind her. It seemed there was a ways yet to go before she was free of her mental minefield.
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Post by Kallila Tsarati » 2011-09-20 04:26

“I don't know,” Alexia said cautiously. The emotion in the voice over the comm was unexpected. This Eri, she sounded like she was about to cry, where as a few moments ago she sounded almost conversational. “They're just lines curving around in aesthetic patterns, you know, like any sort of street thug might get. It must sound crazy,” she spoke while examining her own arms, “but I'm not the tattoo kind of person. I don't remember getting these. But tattoos take a little time to heal. It feels like I was back at home just a couple of days ago at the most. How long have I been held here? I don't know.”

“Oh,” Eri responded, though she didn't sound any better.

“Look, I've never been reeducated myself. At least not to my knowledge. I don't know what it feels like. But I saw people in the middle of the process. Usually people are kept unconscious the whole time, often carbon frozen. It's really unusual to be left conscious at all. After all, it's not like this is a quick process. If we're being put through reeducation, more than likely this is a testing phase. You know, to see if the process is sticking so to speak. That's about all I know. If I had to make a guess, the tattooing must be to create some kind of psychological effect. Maybe I'm not supposed to remember it. Maybe they're supposed to make me question things?”

Still she stared at them in the dim light under her blankets. Over and over again her eyes traced their gentle curves and patterns. Somehow, they gave her a sense of foreboding.

“So you think this is a test?” Eri's voice brought her back.

“It's my best guess anyway. Honestly, I'd peg you as my tester. You know, introduce a means of communication subversively, as though someone is trying to communicate with you to help you. It's be a great way to draw out hopes and hidden intentions. If you're testing me Eri, I'll be honest with you. I don't know who the hell any of these people are. I want to get out of here, but I don't even know if this is a government facility.”

“I'm not testing you,” Eri said.

Alexia rolled her eyes. “And I'm not testing you. That doesn't do either one of us any good, sister. Eri, are you crying?”

The line was silent for a moment. “I just don't know what to think.”

Alexia sighed before continuing. “Let's just start with what we do know. I'm a mercenary. I've been training troops privately for a privateer. The last thing I remember is being on a remote planet at my training camp. I'm still dirty with grit from camp, actually. It suggests I haven't been gone long, but it doesn't allow enough time for full reeducation. But these tattoos suggest I've been gone for at least a couple of weeks, since they're all fully healed. As far as I know the people holding me here are some sort of enemies of my employeer. Either rivals, or maybe the Republic or the Federation are trying to learn something about his set up.

“I fought with the rebellion special forces during the civil war,” Alexia went on. “Things didn't end well. Maybe my past is catching up to me, but that doesn't seem likely. That was so long ago. I've been working quietly in private sector for too long. That's all I can think of. What about you, Eri. What do you know?”

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Post by Eri Ambicon » 2011-09-20 05:06

"Not much," Eri confessed sadly, struggling to figure out what she did know. It didn't help that she did a poor job at masking her sudden frustration with everything but that couldn't be helped any more as the floodgates had been opened. Drawing in a deep calming breath, she started from about the same point Alexia did. "I'm a sniper with the Federation army who also happens to be in charge of it too. I had been given an ultimatum of sorts, either see the doctor and submit myself to specialist treatment or resign. The problem is, I haven't the foggiest idea why I was given that choice. I was aboard the Lusankya when I got the message in my quarters. I decided to take the former option but I don't remember why.

"Anyways, I met a doctor in the medical bay... A doctor Ksslish."
Eri paused in her story as she started to remember more details about what the serpentine being had revealed to her. Awe filled her voice as the tiny details were slowly blinking in the back of her mind. "He... or she... said something about a Commissariat. Almost immediately after, a short spindly fellow who called himself 'A-9', and his nondescript goons escorted me from the vessel onto a shuttle which took me here. I was put onto a chair... and then..." She shivered again, recalling the burning pain that wrecked her when the light started to flood back into her vision, the sticky slime coating leaving a bitter taste in her mouth even after the quick spray down.

"And then?" Alexia prompted.

"A burning pain... A few questions from A-9 and then I was escorted to this room by a pair of droids." It probably didn't sound like a whole lot of useful information and Eri could only imagine how unbelievable it all sounded. If I was listening to myself, I'd think I'm crazy too. Rubbing her wrist a little, she felt as though she were being harshly judged on the other end of the comm, dismissed as someone who had finally snapped which probably wasn't too far from the truth right now. She had just gotten through a vacation of sorts in an effort to gain some closure but now it felt like new wounds were being ripped open hauntingly close to the ones that had only just healed.

Eri wondered about the people who were in charge here and what Alexia had revealed. Shaking her head, unconvinced that these people were simply enemies of her employer, she said calmly, "I think this is a Federation facility, unless the staff are walking around with Federation insignias to try and trick us..." It was probable but Eri remembered seeing the large battle station she had been brought to and the New Republic couldn't ever find the resources to build one of those could they? It was all speculation and falling out of line with what Eri knew. "I've only ever fought with the Federation so I don't think our backgrounds are the common link."

Finally calming down a little bit, she unwrapped her arms at last and got to her feet, feeling the need to stretch and move around a little though she made a note to avoid straying too close to the door, least the droids outside pick up whatever she was talking about. Admittedly, it seemed more likely that the room would have been bugged but since no one was coming in just yet, Eri figured she might as well keep talking. "I also know that, whoever these people are, they're awfully confidant with their security systems since they left me with my weapons." Allowing herself a brief laugh that wasn't completely devoid of humour, Eri added, "And they make a really good pulled bantha sandwich."
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Post by jacenwesiri » 2011-09-20 05:34

"You didn't go wrong." Jacen said, knowing full well that he was far more culpable than McFini was. After all, even if for just a few months, he was on IMEXCO. Some words were better left unsaid. Several years ago, Ace Roscoe set this up. Because of the reliance on certain key individuals and out of fear of losing them, a black project was setup to maintain clones to replace them should the unfortunate happen. You remember what happened all those years ago when Dev Fenris's clone was prematurely activated, right? Ace Roscoe died a few months ago, and I'm sure you can guess the rest. Jacen projected. He wasn't in IMEXCO at the time, but he knew inklings of what was going on. He had assumed that they would have taken precautions against a repeat, but the similarities between the Ace clone Kane and the Dev Fenris clone was impeccable.

"I was never truly trusted by Kane, and especially not with that information. I'll admit, I trusted Crystala to handle such things, and I'm beginning to question my judgement on such things. Though perhaps that's going off on the wrong person. There were many things I could have done along the way, but were there any I should have done? I'm admittedly a bit shaken, but I just don't know." Jacen admitted. If anything, he had blinded himself to the inklings of what was going on. McFini was right, he had failed the Federation.

I have an AI derived from Osiris that I made a few years ago to take over computer networks, and have been developing since then. If it could be uploaded into the network by an authorized user, it could attack Osiris directly. The problem comes that if Osiris would detect it too early, it could lock it out before it could cause any damage. If it could propagate through the network, I'd give it about a 60% chance of taking out Osiris. If it would fail, it couldn't be attempted again, and heads would roll. If it would succeed, a coup could be attempted, but that would also be dangerous territory. Overall, there would be a small chance of success, but it is an option. At the right time, it could have a higher chance of success, but I don't want to gamble with either of our lives for at best a 25% chance of success.
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McFini felt his heart skip a beat at the projected words that echoed in his mind, the telepathic speech feeling as though Jacen were using the very same Force to crush his heart. His eyes widened as the stunning revelation came to light. He had always thought Kane seemed like a different person from Ace Roscoe but he just dismissed it as the stresses of being Emperor and the need to exert his authority and show the people of the NIF that he was a capable leader, as though he hadn't already back when he was Supreme Commander.

The mention of the Fenris clone brought back sour memories that were better left alone for now. It was so long ago when the clone tried his little coup attempt and Aren and McFini tried to stop him. How different things back then looked now. I wouldn't have changed anything though, McFini reassured himself as he listened to Jacen speak- and project.

Hearing about the virus Jacen had developed for Osiris, McFini couldn't help but see that as a double-edged sword. But, wouldn't that leave us in a weakened state until we purge it from the system? What if, assuming the coup is successful, the New Republic decide to invade en masse? If we don't have Osiris, we're going to have a much harder time fending them off and might end up suffering worse than if we stayed the course with the Emperor at the helm. It dawned on McFini now, that was the precise reason why Jacen had given such poor odds of success. "Oh," he breathed, the dismal realization taking firm hold on him.

He wasn't terribly concerned about the poor odds, even if there was a 100% chance, McFini wasn't going to necessary change his decision, but the thought that there were clones of key individuals made him shudder. He liked to think that he wasn't important enough to warrant someone going through the effort to make a clone of him, but with the way the Royal Guard had sent a detachment of elite guards and the one Royal(-pain in the arse) Guard, it didn't really strike him as all that far-fetched there was at least one clone of the Grand Admiral suckling in some oversize vat of bacta somewhere.

And it was that thought that made McFini reconsider his stance. He could leave, but then the ISIS, or even the Commissariat might make him disappear, forever, while Kane, also a clone of the late Ace Roscoe (Force rest his soul), would simply activate a clone of the Grand Admiral. If the Fenris and Roscoe clones were indication of anything, it frightened McFini to think that a doppelganger of himself leading Third Fleet would be the polar opposite of the way he himself ran things, ruling with a paranoid iron fist not unlike Fenris himself. That was something McFini simply couldn't let happen. Letting someone like Xanis, Daala, Draaygo, Ibrahim or even Octavius run Third Fleet he could easily accept but an insane, programmed clone of himself?

"Tsk." McFini clicked his tongue against the roof of his mouth, "Putting it in that light, I can't believe we've gone that far, flaunting our cloning technology like that but I guess that's the point. Who would have the morale to fight the NIF if, despite someone killing you, me, Fenris, Eri or whoever, kept coming back again and again? I guess 'Nemesis' is an apt name for the flagship of the Federation." He laughed, more at how sad it was that he was only now drawing that connection- and at his own joke, but one couldn't blame him for trying. Rubbing his eyes with one hand, he gestured for the only other person in the room to refill his glass of wine. "Okay, I'll stay. Force knows one of me in the galaxy is bad enough, I think we can all do without some Force-forsaken clone wrecking my good name."

It wasn't a decision he was going to like, McFini knew that, after what happened today with the spukamus getting out of the bag, Kane would be watching them all like hawkbats now. Worse yet, McFini would have to live with the knowledge that there was a Death Star somewhere out there and that Eri was stuck aboard it for Force knew how long, being put through Force knew what. Watching the lovely woman fill the glass, his mind drifted off to the one person still missing from his life. For only the briefest of moments, he entertained the idea of asking Jacen if there was a chance there existed a clone of Tavia but even if there was, McFini knew there would be a significant difference between a clone and the real person. Picking up the filled glass, he took a long sip before giving Jacen a sullen nod. "So, what do I tell the others?"

The look on Jacen's face asked "what about?"

"My erstwhile resignation, Eri, the Death Star, Kane, the Commissariat, the future; you know, pretty much everything." He chuckled, realizing after he said it there were a lot of topics that had now cropped up.
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Post by jacenwesiri » 2011-10-11 05:33

(lol, just making things up to advance things perhaps. Sorry, it's a bit contrived, but yeah.)

"Sir, you have a visitor." the hostess interrupted.

"Good, see him in." Jacen said, nodding to the young starlet (perhaps?). He had a few things on his mind, but there were perhaps few answers to be had.

A man walked in whose very presence seemed to scream ISIS from his every last mannerism. Jacen nodded to the man in recognition. He might be ISIS, but even in ISIS, loyalties could be very fluctuating things.

"Sir, you requested this." the man said, producing a somewhat small box.

After being handed the box, Jacen opened it and glanced inside. Closing it again, he offered it to McFini, who accepted perhaps reflexively. Glancing inside, McFini's heart seemed to skip a beat. There was his rank plaque and cylinders on top of a partially concealed datapad. Jacen had both them delivered, before they'd be recycled. It was a simple offer, in physical terms, if he'd take it. But the file got the best of him perhaps. Taking it into his hand, he glanced to see it hum to life, with a dossier on the a dark looking woman. Looking back at Jacen, Fini saw him glancing sideways at the woman who escorted.

"Relax, Miss Tandra Wyse hasn't reported anything back yet." Jacen said with a confidence that perhaps was unmatched, as he spoke the name that matched that on the file, while perhaps he didn't feel the need to finish reading, somehow, it was just obvious, she was an agent of the Commisariat. "While I did allow her to be here, I did so for a reason." Jacen said, before turning to face her. At the sound of her name, she started trembling slightly, and seemed not far from trying to bolt for the door, though her brain told her it was locked. "Come." Jacen's final command to her seemed to come with a firmness that somehow seemed completely irresistible, while causing shivers to roll down her spine.

Shaking as she approached, knowing full well that she had failed at her task. "She is perhaps not entirely to blame." Jacen said, as he rose to his feet. Approaching her, Jacen gently touched her forehead, a moment before she fell to her knees, still in shock. He had been careful to wipe all the incriminating details from her mind. Jacen might almost have laughed. He had taken a few precautions, including having a few trusted ISIS agents sweep the lounge for bugs ahead of time, and was satisfied they found none, and had been keeping half an eye on what she was thinking. But one could never be too careful. "Her tale is perhaps yet another tragedy in that organization, something which should never have been allowed to pass. But here she is, an active threat because of no choice of her own. A pitiful state, to rob her of her freedom, her individuality. She deserved better than that." Perhaps that was somewhat a Sith philosophy, though still rather different. Perhaps some would dominate, and perhaps Jacen did at times when the situation required.

"Don't be deceived by appearances. They know a great many things, and what happened to her is probably not unlike what they are doing to the Surface Marshal now. She lost her free will a while ago, and is perhaps little more than a mindless agent. I let it get this far without revealing it because I want to make sure you understand the risks. Any young ensign assigned to the Intimidator could be like her, and one of them. Anyone walking by you in the halls could be one of them? The position is waiting for you, but it will be fraught with peril, but if you are willing, she could perhaps be of use. Her freedom was taken long ago, but would replacing one master with another really be in the ideals of the NIF? Do you believe she, or any like her, could transcend that existence? Do you believe her eyes can be opened? That she could see the truth and cast aside those shackles placed upon her?"
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Post by Tavish McFini » 2011-10-11 18:13

"Of course," McFini began, folding his arms across his chest, unconvinced at what Jacen had just said, what he had just done, "She could have been acting of her own free will this whole time, supporting what the Commissariat does out of a sense of duty and purpose and you're the one who's putting her into a pitiful state because she made that choice, acting in such a manner she believes... Or I guess believed in." He shook his head, disgust filling him more and more.

"I'll agree with you that she does deserve better than that, than this, and if she really did lose her free will, than what right do we have to take advantage and abuse that? It should be our job to rehabilitate them then, not turn them against their former masters. Maybe she can have her eyes opened, but only if people like you stop messing around in the minds of others." McFini breathed a heavy sigh, adding under his breath, "I'm beginning to think Eri had a point all along." She had mentioned the power the Dark Jedi wielded and McFini, though he knew about it too, had remained blissfully ignorant of just how far that power stretched until now. How many minds had they altered? How was altering the mind of someone who was already the slave to some other power supposed to garner sympathy for the cause, or make them better than the people they were trying to take a stand against?

Despite how much he suspected and what he had heard, McFini knew the Dark Jedi were a beast better left to their own device because he also knew that there was little he could do to challenge it, which was probably a vital opinion Eri had lacked. He had to credit the Surface Marshal for trying to act upon her beliefs instead of standing idly by, nodding her head with each statement that was uttered by those above her- which didn't number very many people. Maybe he could have done more to help, maybe things could have ended differently and they wouldn't be here like this. Or I could have been brought in along with her... Either way, feels like I've lost no matter what the decision was.

Looking at the woman who was still on the floor, shivering uncontrollably, he got to his feet and started to walk over, grabbing his coat from off the chair back to lay upon the Commissariat agent. As he did so, he looked at Jacen, "There's always another way, maybe not an easier way or more logical way, but there are more humane ways to go about doing something. If you do intend to go through with whatever you have in mind for poor Tandra Wyse here, then you can count me out of whatever other plans you might have going. Maybe we could argue that her mind has already been wrecked by someone else, but that gives us no right to take advantage of that fact."

McFini's tone was stern, he wasn't backing down from his statement even if it put him at odds with the highest authorities in the Federation. It was one thing to be at odds with the Emperor, but now he was potentially putting himself against both the Emperor and the Supreme Commander. How many people shared his sentiments, he had no way to tell for sure but it wasn't really the point. Maybe McFini would be alone in his thinking, he had no way to tell for sure, but he wasn't going to be party to this any more than he would be party to a Death Star.

"Long ago I was given the choice to have a man re-educated or to leave him be," McFini began as he gently sat the woman up, letting her rest against him as she still tried to recover from the shock. "I'm sure you remember Bludd. Good man." He made no effort to disguise the sarcasm at the notion Bludd was a decent fellow. "Fenris gave me the choice, and, for better or for worse, I decided not to lower him into the freezing pit. Was it the right decision?" He shrugged a little. "I guess it depends who you ask in the end."

Jacen would catch what McFini was getting at, but just in case he couldn't, he added plainly, "I'm not going to support any plan that abuses this woman, Commissariat or not, or anyone else for that matter. They need to be rehabilitated, not turned into tools. If you want to go through with the plan, than I'm not willing to support you in anything else you might have in mind."
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