A tapcafe on Coruscant- Friday night
When you were organizing a team of people to help you get things done by getting around insane government restrictions, Jaina had two rules: 1. she had to be able to trust them, and 2. they couldn't be Masters, for everyone's protection. She was meeting with those people tonight.
An hour after Dab's last check-in, the little Chadra-Fan healer Tekli had come to wake Jaina up because she'd seen Seff Hellin staking out the prison where Valin was being kept, and they'd decided that it might be worth trying to get a hold of Seff to see if that would tell them anything about what was wrong with Valin. So while Tekli was setting up the medical ward to prepare, Jaina got the rest of the group- Darkmeld- together at a tapcafe a kilometer away from the prison in the middle of the night. Tonight it was her, Jag, Tahiri, and Winter, and two of those people needed introductions.
"Jag, this is Winter Celchu, my former babysitter," Jaina began. Though really, Winter had been more of like a surrogate mom for her first few years of life. "Winter, this is Jagged Fel, Head of State of the Imperial Remnant."
"Galactic Empire," Jag corrected automatically. "You're married to General Tycho Celchu?"
Winter nodded.
"And you're ex-Intelligence. In addition to ex-babysitter."
Winter gave him a faint smile. "I hate it that people have heard of me."
"Well, your husband and my uncle are best friends. It makes some secrets hard to keep," Jag explained with a hint of apology.
Jaina waved to get their attention. "I'll make this sort," she said. "I've got the Jedi resources and ways in and out of the Temple, but I'm going to be hobbled by having an observer. Jag, you have unlimited financial resources, at least by our standards."
"I can't really be a despot if I'm not wasting the Empire's money," Jag agreed.
"Tahiri, you have the full range of Jedi abilities, which we'll need in order to handle Seff, and no observer hanging around your neck," Jaina continued. "Winter, you have Intelligence skills and contacts. Between the four of us, we're the core of this operation. We need to set up an observation of Seff, secretly grab him at our earliest opportunity, and get him into the Temple for Tekli to evaluate."
The others nodded, though Tahiri looked doubtful. She'd been an easy pick for this group, and it'd been surprisingly easy to convince her to join, and she was clearly taking this seriously. Jaina found that encouraging. "And we have to do it without him being alerted to us," Tahiri said. "He's a Jedi Knight. This is not going to be like doing surveillance on a bail jumper."
"Not a problem," Winter told her, holding up a datapad. "On this is a shopping list. High on the list are holocam droids and security holocams. If it's mostly holocams watching him, he won't feel it in the Force."
"Problem," Tahiri insisted. "He may know the technique that allows him to fuzz out holocam feeds for a moment or two as he passes in front of them."
"Not a problem," Jaina assured her. "We still have the software we used to track Alema Rar when she was using that technique, back when she was sneaking around on the Errant Venture. We can plot Seff's movements even if he does that."
Jag slid a credcard across the table to Winter. "There should be enough there for your shopping trip. Let me know if you need more."
Winter easily pocketed the card. "This can't be traced back to you?"
He shook his head. "I made sure it was clean. It's supposedly for gifts and surprises for Jaina. Things that shouldn't be traced back to a Head of State's expense account."
Jaina looked over at him. "I'm not getting my presents?"
The other two women looked at her in surprise, but Jag knew it was a joke, and Jaina was able to keep it up for maybe another second before laughing. "You're just lucky I'm a low-maintenance woman."
"That I already knew," Jag agreed.
[NFB, NFI, OOC works for meee. Dialogue taken from Outcast by Aaron Allston. God, I love the Darkmeld stuff.]
An hour after Dab's last check-in, the little Chadra-Fan healer Tekli had come to wake Jaina up because she'd seen Seff Hellin staking out the prison where Valin was being kept, and they'd decided that it might be worth trying to get a hold of Seff to see if that would tell them anything about what was wrong with Valin. So while Tekli was setting up the medical ward to prepare, Jaina got the rest of the group- Darkmeld- together at a tapcafe a kilometer away from the prison in the middle of the night. Tonight it was her, Jag, Tahiri, and Winter, and two of those people needed introductions.
"Jag, this is Winter Celchu, my former babysitter," Jaina began. Though really, Winter had been more of like a surrogate mom for her first few years of life. "Winter, this is Jagged Fel, Head of State of the Imperial Remnant."
"Galactic Empire," Jag corrected automatically. "You're married to General Tycho Celchu?"
Winter nodded.
"And you're ex-Intelligence. In addition to ex-babysitter."
Winter gave him a faint smile. "I hate it that people have heard of me."
"Well, your husband and my uncle are best friends. It makes some secrets hard to keep," Jag explained with a hint of apology.
Jaina waved to get their attention. "I'll make this sort," she said. "I've got the Jedi resources and ways in and out of the Temple, but I'm going to be hobbled by having an observer. Jag, you have unlimited financial resources, at least by our standards."
"I can't really be a despot if I'm not wasting the Empire's money," Jag agreed.
"Tahiri, you have the full range of Jedi abilities, which we'll need in order to handle Seff, and no observer hanging around your neck," Jaina continued. "Winter, you have Intelligence skills and contacts. Between the four of us, we're the core of this operation. We need to set up an observation of Seff, secretly grab him at our earliest opportunity, and get him into the Temple for Tekli to evaluate."
The others nodded, though Tahiri looked doubtful. She'd been an easy pick for this group, and it'd been surprisingly easy to convince her to join, and she was clearly taking this seriously. Jaina found that encouraging. "And we have to do it without him being alerted to us," Tahiri said. "He's a Jedi Knight. This is not going to be like doing surveillance on a bail jumper."
"Not a problem," Winter told her, holding up a datapad. "On this is a shopping list. High on the list are holocam droids and security holocams. If it's mostly holocams watching him, he won't feel it in the Force."
"Problem," Tahiri insisted. "He may know the technique that allows him to fuzz out holocam feeds for a moment or two as he passes in front of them."
"Not a problem," Jaina assured her. "We still have the software we used to track Alema Rar when she was using that technique, back when she was sneaking around on the Errant Venture. We can plot Seff's movements even if he does that."
Jag slid a credcard across the table to Winter. "There should be enough there for your shopping trip. Let me know if you need more."
Winter easily pocketed the card. "This can't be traced back to you?"
He shook his head. "I made sure it was clean. It's supposedly for gifts and surprises for Jaina. Things that shouldn't be traced back to a Head of State's expense account."
Jaina looked over at him. "I'm not getting my presents?"
The other two women looked at her in surprise, but Jag knew it was a joke, and Jaina was able to keep it up for maybe another second before laughing. "You're just lucky I'm a low-maintenance woman."
"That I already knew," Jag agreed.
[NFB, NFI, OOC works for meee. Dialogue taken from Outcast by Aaron Allston. God, I love the Darkmeld stuff.]