Protecting a Senator (Jedi Mission: Invite Only)

[Jorax]

*"The Jewel of Corellia" aka Coronet City, the capital of Corellia. The beauty of his home planet could be summed up by this city alone, full of liveliness and the wonders of a metropolitan area. After such a long trip of switching from transport to transport and lots of disgusting food, Tyran was back home. He wasn't here to visit, but to escort the Senator of Corellia to safety.

At the Senate Office in Corellia, Tyran stood next to his Master as he surveyed the room, waiting for the Senator to enter the room after her meeting. The office was tastefully designed, lavish with expensive furniture, and colored with semi-bright colors. He had never seen this woman before in his life, but if she was the person behind the scenes running Corellia, then he had a lot to thank her for. She would be the 'head honcho' that made his home so special.*

"Master Nadill...do you know what the Senator is like?"

 

[Rev]

Standing next to Tyran in a confident and almsot intimidating style Rev looked over at his Padawan. His look to the civilians was his natural prowess, he in no way intended to come off in the way he did, his friendly gestures; however, would keep others from seeing him as an enemy. Hearing his Padawan's question Rev thought about it, unsure as to who she was he shook his head.

"I but only know her name Tyran, Lylia Keldrop. Shes been actively pushing for more security on the lesser sized towns in order to keep mercenary and bandit attacks down. There has been a few reported deaths in the past few days, it has really helped her cause. Though with her fight for it comes an attack on her very self, that is why we're here. It seems she has had some threats on her life in recent weeks, we're to take her back to Coruscant as you know and hopefully there she will remain in safety. That is all I know of her, I'm sure we'll learn more of her once she gets out of her meeting."

The receptionist said she had just gotten into a meeting with the senate on Coruscant, responding through a holo-vid. The front desk worker also made it clear she shouldn't be disturbed and that it would not be long before she was out of the what seemed to be important meeting.

 

[Jorax]

"I see..."

*Tyran thought about the probable intent and cause that Master Nadill mentioned about stalking Lylia Keldrop. It made perfect sense for a mercenary or bandit to go after the person that was putting them out of business. That also meant that this mission might get messy, which Tyran didn't want to deal with, but that was the life of a Jedi.

The secretary had announced that Keldrop would be done with her meeting, and then the real mission would begin. The excitement of his first mission flowed through Tyran's veins. It would only be a matter of minutes before Tyran would be off on his first great adventure in the galaxy.*

 

[Storm]

Skaries Iolae wasn't the sort of man that would be found, on average, upon the planet of Corellia; unlike the brightly clothed, excited and bubbly Corellians, this Alsakan spy was sombre, grim and quiet, clothed in black, normally. Yet today he'd managed to fit into his environment with a new set of attire, a new set of attire intended to draw as little attention to him as possible. For today he was on a mission; the Republic valued it's Senators and the Senate it held, unlike such other factions as the Alsakan Union, and one of their Senators was a valuable person indeed, especially from such an important system as Corellia. What a shame it would be if that Senator were to somehow die in the middle of Corellia, and especially from an Alsakan?

Not for Skaries. That was his objective. As the scents of the city shielded his own scent of the same incense used by Shalharra's Jintu Priests, the noise shielding his own padded footsteps, he moved his thin form through the crowds of people to reach one of the small, deserted houses he'd identified as being perfect for reaching where he wanted to be. His thin, lithe body seemed almost as fluid as water as he navigated between the crowd without knocking into any of them. Of course, this came easily to Alsakan spies. Edona Sanctus, this new man - Veral Anati if Skaries remembered correctly - and Devaun Vance were all skilled in such things as this. Yet it had been Skaries who'd got the privilege of this.

Shalharra valued those who valued her, and so Skaries would most obviously succeed in his endeavours to bring an unfortunate end to the Corellian Senator. Reaching the abandoned house and keying in the code he'd had sliced for him by Alsakan Intelligence, Skaries entered in, locking the door with a snick sound, without turning around once. That could draw suspicion, which he didn't want. Climbing the stairs before making his way through the attic onto the roof, he slid his head out first before dragging himself along on his stomach to make sure no soldiers or patrol droids were on any of the nearby rooftops. They were clear, much to Skaries pleasure. Smiling, he pushed himself up into a push-up position, an exercise used by the Alsakan Military. Time to roll.

Leaping across onto the next roof, over a deserted alleyway, Skaries proceeded, in this fashion, to cross over Corellia to the slightly less crowded back street the Senator was due to proceed down. Of course, he'd most likely be escorted by Jedi, and so this could change at any minute. Skaries would need to keep his wits about him, and his weapons close. Squeezing himself into the corner of an ornate decoration on the roof of one of the houses, Skaries made sure his weapons were close. From ground level, he'd look no different from one of the gargoyles, especially considering that he was cloaked with the shadows of the building. He was ready. Yet was the Senator ready to meet death?

 

[Rev]

The elegant senator would not soon come out after the Secretaries announcement of such. The woman was beautiful, even beyond a Correllian, she nearly radiated the peaceful relations she sought out through the Republic. Rev gave her a friendly smile before giving a customary bow to the beauty.

"Senator Keldrop, it is an honor to have finally met you. I am Rev Ultor, and this is my Jedi Padawan Tyran Eldras, we will be the two insuring your safe passage to Coruscant."

The Senator returned the smile at the two before offering her own bow. She had never met a Jedi, only heard of them through the years, in a way she didn't think they even existed. Giving each of them a glance she couldn't help but wonder if they were truly capable of what her own security had said about them. Pushing that thought aside she spoke.

"I assure you Master Jedi's, The pleasure is all mine, I only wish we were meeting on more peaceful circumstances. Shall we be on our way? I just got out of the meeting with the Chancellor and he seems nervous to have me here too long."

Rev looked over to Tyran and simply gave him a nod, he was sure his Padawan was more than ready to be on his way.

"We will be taking back streets and crossing through the market in order to get to the Starport. It is our hopes no one will see us slip out of the back entrance, and crossing the market offers no shot for a marksman. It is obvious no intelligent man would try to attack you from close, with two Jedi I'm afraid it would be suicide. Lets be on our way then.."

The senator gave a nod to the Jedi Master, and not soon after Rev sent his own message to the mind of Tyran.

"Remember my Padawan, we must protect this woman at all costs... I know your feelings on death, we must try to reason with someone if we are able to, though should we foresee a threat on her life, I fear we may have to take another's life..."

 

[Jorax]

I understand Master. I am preparing myself as we speak.

*Tyran bowed towards the Senator and prepared himself for using the blade as quickly as he could, trying to get his mindset into the 'mission' mode. Walking with his Master and the Senator as they went through the halls, each individual of the group would merely nod their heads and greet people along the way. As they made it to their first destination point (the back entrance), Tyran just couldn't stop feeling antsy. There was this certain disturbance within him and the Force that told him something was going to go wrong today, and hopefully, it wouldn't be the Senator.*