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He had reviewed the specifics and all the information he'd been given several times, and he was going through it in his mind one last time as he approached the apartment his target would be, right now. Everything was tightly tied. No loose ends, nothing that outwardly called out to him.

He hadn't missed the shift in the song of the Force when he had read it, and he didn't miss the way the quiet background hum of a threat kept rising. It was not a physical threat, he could discern that much, which left some other options to consider.

The security around the building was, he had to admit it, quite decent, even considering Coruscant was not an easy place to live in. It was still not prepared for a Mandalorian who had trained as a Jedi, and whose patience could be unending when the need arose. Tarre was not fast, but he got the job done.

He was still not fond of surprising people in their homes, but that was the nature of the work, at the moment, and he had been waiting in the room for several minutes now.

"Now," he told her, this tall figure in a long cloak and the beskar plate and leather armor he favored underneath, "this will be easier if you come with me peacefully." He added. "There is a bounty on your head, and I would rather bring you in alive."

Yan Dooku, Jedi Knight and unacknowledged (not that it's needed) son of Count Dooku of Serenno, is a curiosity. Someone intriguing, someone new to the spaces that have grown in this war that has lasted far longer than expected, and which has not yet touched Coruscant too much.

It has touched the pockets of many here, however, in several ways, and Yan has made his research before coming. Before appearing in clothes that are those of a Jedi, yes, but they have been tailored enough to be a statement made into tunics. It's noticeable, it keeps people talking. It's politics, which Yan is not fond of, but which he plays anyway because diplomacy is the only thing he can do right now, and so he will do his best. It's not as if it was in him to do anything but his best.

And here, amidst drinks and gossip and conversation that says less and more than everyone would want, Yan considers the statement before he gives his answer, as he takes a sip from the least ornate drink being served around them.

"And yet they hunger for more." Comes his answer, . "I have long wondered if it is pride or greed, or fear." He adds. "For all that uncertainty is bound to grow the latter, which you might have witnessed already."

The last place Qira thought she'd be was in an office building. She had been brought here by one of her advisors, who knew as she continued her training to one day take over her father's place, she would need to have connections to people in high places. The man led the young Sith to a fairly large office within the building itself, knocking gently before entering inside once he was told he was allowed to enter. He gave a gentle bow to @prvtocol sitting inside, and motioned for Qira to enter.

The girl's presence was much like her father's, strong and powerful, though less refined as she was still learning. However she seemed to hold an air about her that felt far more noble and contained than Vader. She had been taught well by her mother.

"Ms. Guyot, I have the pleasure to introduce you to Lord Vader's daughter, Qira. We figured if she is to one day take over her father's place, she might as well meet some of the important figures that help fund the Empire."

Stretched out on a little stool, they stare grumpily up at the sky, at the circling kestrel overhead. One hand lay empty and limp at their side, dangling over the side of the chair while their other lay pressed against their wounded, bandaged side where they'd been stabbed. They were alone, the rest of the boys off doing their jobs, while they sat here doing nothing.

Luca was a grown ass adult. They didn't get grounded.

But Rebecca had been stern, hands on her hips as she spoke in her big 'I'm the Boss and you have to listen to me' voice. Luca had only been stabbed. A Rakyat snuck up on them while overtaking a new outpost, which was a nuisance. Becca refused to listen to them, telling Luca that they had to focus on getting better. On resting, since she didn't want them making the wound worse. Then they left the compound. They left Luca behind.

So it made sense why their mood was piss poor. The rest of the pirates were avoiding them, giving them a wide berth and refusing to make eye-contact with the furious sniper. Mick was the only one, though he kept it to occasionally poking his head out of the clinic to make sure they didn't suddenly drop dead.

At the sound of approaching footsteps though, Luca's head rolls in the direction to find the prim and proper Brienne Martin. She has her head cocked curiously at them. They don't move from their slumped position, but their head cocks right back at her. "Miss Martin?"

Major Jaina Dallows discusses with Commodore Fordo (@arc-77) issues originating within the Finance Ministry due to the unwitting actions of financier Brienne Guyot. (@prvtocol)

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The grandeur of the building was undeniable,  yet  its  magnificence  was sullied  by  the  attendance  of  the  would-be  assassin. Rumours of what happened tonight were sure to spread like wildfire; it would be difficult to contain.  “And  do  you  believe  that  to  be  a  coincidence?” 

Standing  guard  beside  where  @prvtocol was  seated,  Rey’s  voice  dropped  so  that  only  her  company  could  hear.  “The  Council  gave  no  indication  they  were  expecting  trouble,  but  I  did  think  it was  strange  they  chose  to  assign  me.  It’s  possible  a  request  was  made  for a Jedi Knight,  but  I  can’t  say  for  certain.”