Gresham met her gaze with an angry glare. "As I already said, I need more than five minutes to commit everything we've worked for to your laws," he snapped. "Once the terrorists have been dealt with, I'm sure the Yashuvhi will see reason, and then we can discuss terms. Until that time I suggest you return to your shuttle, ambassador. You can contact me via comm when your warship is on its way." He seemed to calm down a little, and reached for the bottle of Corellian Ale on his desk.
"The four who brought you here can see you safely back to your ship. I warn you not to leave it without telling us so we can send an escort - I'm sure the terrorists will have seen your ship land, and they'll take any chance they can to drag us back into the dirt, including killing you if they can."
Niluwu nodded respectfully. She had pushed a little too hard, and would have to back off now. "Very well. I'll let you know if I have need of anything. It's been a pleasure, Leader Gresham." She turned and motioned for her remaining guard to follow her. She left the room, looking for the guards.
Gresham waited until the door had shut behind Niluwu before he snatched a comlink out of the mess on his desk.
By the time Niluwu returned to her shuttle, three of the bodyguards she had brought with her had already left. The one who remained was waiting for her at the foot of the ramp, and saluted crisply as she arrived. With little to do but wait, Niluwu opted to retire to her personal quarters and pass time with the sort of work she usually returned to when all her other duties were put on hold. The pilot, in contact with the bodyguards she had sent out, estimated some three hours on-foot to the mountain region they could expect to find the rebellious Yashuvhi. All they needed to do was confirm their location and send a message back when they had been attacked; then Niluwu could return to work.
Some two hours later, Niluwu was distracted by her work from a knock at her door.
"Excuse me, Ambassador," she heard the pilot's voice through the door. "There may be an issue with the scouting party. I expected them to report in when they left the city, and again when they were nearing the mountain - I've heard nothing from them, and I can't raise them on the comms."
She looked up, narrowing her eyes. Normally, she would just dismiss it, but something had been nagging her since she met Gresham and heard his Basic. It was better than hers, like a native speaker. She opened the door, walking past the pilot and towards the bridge. The lack of people. The expert Basic. The paranoia of the soldiers. The fact that the entire town looked like a war zone. If they really were just defending the city, then the supposedly technophobic attackers shouldn't have made it to the leader's building. It clicked. This wasn't a revolution- this was an invasion. She quickened her attacks. She wasn't completely sure, but it was enough proof to stop the bombardment. She burst into the bridge and bee lined to the comms. "Brother, hold off on the bombardment. Not everything is as it seems. I haven't figured everything out yet, but I have enough proof to force my hand. I may not have time to explain, fully, but I'll start. The leader speaks better Basic than I do, like he's a native speaker. There's nearly no civilian personnel that I've seen, in the center of a city mid day. The entire place just looks like a warzone. They passed it off as a revolution, but what if it's an invasion?" she shot these words out in fast paced Sy Bisti, wary of possible bugs. She knew it was an obscure language, and unlike Cheuhn, translators weren't readily available, and she knew her brother spoke it.
Nirn'odvel'utthie's holographic expression grew irritated almost immediately, and only grew more thunderous as Niluwu explained her theory. By the time she had finished, he was nearly shaking with rage. "This," he seethed. "This is exactly why I warn you not to rush into things. Do you have any idea how many favours I have had to pull and promise to guarantee the bombardment? How many Nuruodo I had to fawn over? Their ship is ready to go, awaiting our orders. I cannot now turn around and say we do not need it, how foolish we will look!" His image thumped something off-screen. He breathed hard for a few moments, trying to calm himself down. "What does it matter who rules this planet? As long as their control is absolute, all that matters is that they don't get in the Ascendancy's way. Invaders or rebels, whoever you help will have great reason to be thankful to us and they'll do what we ask, especially with a warship in orbit. Do you have any proof that anything you know so far is actually true?"
She gave him a glare. "I do. The guards I sent to scout the camps Gresham spoke of never made it out of the city. Which means that the invaders have now struck the Chiss. I'm not asking to cancel the bombardment, just to hold it off until I figure out where to strike them back. I may be able to work out a position that is their base of operations, strike them down now. And then I can speak to the Yashuvi leader." she said. "I wouldn't drop this so suddenly without absolute certainty, brother."
"Or they were murdered by these terrorists before they could call in," her brother challenged. He opened his mouth to continue, then closed it again and held up a hand, shutting his eyes and breathing deeply for a few moments. When he opened them again, he was noticeably calmer. "You've already heard one story since you arrived," he went on. "We were ready to bombard what may now be the locals based on one story - and now you want us to bombard the other side based on your gut instincts?" He shook his head. "You know better than this, sister. You may be certain, but I am not. There is obviously more going on here than we are aware of - find us some proof either way, or fabricate some."
She nodded grimly. "Give me a timeframe. How long do I have until the bombardment commences?" she asked. Her mind was already racing. She would leave, and simply tell Gresham she would be resting and not to disturb her.
Nirn'odvel'utthie considered, stroking his chin. "Twenty-four hours until the Nuruodo get suspicious," he decided. "Perhaps another sixteen until they rescind their aid. I can give you forty hours to get this done - but whatever you do, make sure the delay is worth it. We may yet be able to spin this to our favour, if we can show the other families we acted diplomatically and made whoever rules this planet grateful for Chiss assistance."
She nodded. "I will. It will also prove that we aren't blundering idiots, unlike the Nuruodo. I'll search for my evidence. And one last thing- Technophobic revolutionaries shouldn't be able to kill highly trained Chiss bodyguards." she said, driving her point of betrayal home before disconnecting the communicator. She left the bridge immediately, finding her remaining bodyguard after waiting about 15 minutes, as to not be suspicious. "Come with me. We're going sight-seeing." she said, heading back to the bridge and contacting Gresham. "Leader Gresham, I'll be resting. If you need to reach me, simply tell the captain, and he'll inform me when I wake." she said, her voice emotionless.
Darth Xaos: Talk to ya later, mate.
Sept 6, 2017 16:51:17 GMT
Darth Strigus: Alright, gotta head out. Nice chatting, though, see you soon
Sept 6, 2017 16:50:43 GMT
Darth Xaos: I might just check those out. I've definitely never read/watched any murder mysteries with such an unexpected setting.
Sept 6, 2017 16:43:24 GMT
Darth Strigus: Found it by coincidence, too. A friend found it in a sauna, knew I liked Rome, and gave it to me for secret santa. I started in the middle of series, but they're stand alone, so it's basically fine
Sept 6, 2017 16:43:22 GMT
Darth Strigus: If you like either one, I'd definitely recommend them.
Sept 6, 2017 16:42:31 GMT
Darth Strigus: It's called Roma sub Rosa, by Steven Saylor. It's a bunch of murder mysteries that are set in Ancient Rome, so it combined two things I love
Sept 6, 2017 16:41:33 GMT
Darth Xaos: Oh, yeah? What series is it?
Sept 6, 2017 16:40:56 GMT
Darth Strigus: I'm in the middle of a series now, though, so it might be a bit before I start
Sept 6, 2017 16:40:31 GMT
Darth Strigus: I might just go with NuCanon. As much good as I've heard about Thrawn, it'll probably just be hard to keep everything straight going forward
Sept 6, 2017 16:40:14 GMT
Darth Xaos: I'd say start with the books from the '90s since that's where it all began. Unless you'd like to jump right into the NuCanon in which case any of them seems a fine place, I've heard good things about most of them.
Sept 6, 2017 16:39:18 GMT
Darth Strigus: I've never read any of the Star Wars books, oddly. I'll have to give them a shot. Any starting place you'd recommend?
Sept 6, 2017 16:38:01 GMT
Darth Xaos: Just finished Dark Disciple and it's given me an itch to read a bunch of the the NuCanon books.
Sept 6, 2017 16:37:23 GMT