Edvar Voss
Exiled Order
Katchan, Katchan System
Why Edvar was here, he didn't know. The Force lead him here, a disturbance that he couldn't place his finger on. Something in the Force disturbed him enough to put on a fancy set of clothes and come to this gala. He was sipping on water, scanning the room. Wealthy businessmen, noblility, Imperial Officers, the type of people he didn't normally associate with. But some alarm was ringing in the back of his head, the louder it got, the clearer the disturbance was. It wasn't until he saw her until the bells started to blast.
An officer of the Imperial Navy, lieutenant from her uniform. The disturbance was clear now, a conflict inside of her, one that was almost as old as she was. It didn't take the Force to see it, she was obviously disturbed. Maybe the recent news on Terminus, maybe something deeper than that. Voss approached her, putting down his glass on a waiter's tray as they passed by, and stopped about a yard, or maybe a little less, away from her. If she hadn't already, she probably noticed him now.
"Excuse me, ma'am, but are you alright?" He asked, not concerned of the bluntness of the question. She was likely to have him escorted out, or to say a few less than kind words at least, but it would be a beginning. The Force in her felt strong, conflicted, blackened. He'd have to try to change that, to save her from the Dark Side, to put it grandiosely. He couldn't quite place his thoughts on what was going to happen next, so he just stood there, plain faced, waiting for an answer.
Commander Biran Nalatracer
The Resonance, Task Force Lo
Orto Plutonia, Pantoran System
The corvette made her decent, landing outside of the old republic base. As the ramp lowered, Biran and his XO descended, with a team of Marines in tow, all in cold weather gear. "That's the place." Biran noted as the made their approach. "Contact the Marine CO, have him conduct some cold weather drills nearby, I expect that we'll be here for a little while." He ordered his XO before entering the building. "Have any off duty ship personnel join them. You too." He said. "You're not needed here."
"Aye sir." The XO said, before returning to the ship with the four marines. Biran entered the base, before ascending to the command area. Other leaders were also in the room, gathered around the holoprojector, some gazing out the windows, others conversing. Biran joined the couple who were starting out the window, studying the white out conditions. It almost had a certain beauty to it, if it weren't for how it felt. He looked back, towards the holoprojector, and the other commanders. Some were adorned in flight suits, others in cold weather gear like himself, but some wore military uniforms with high ranks on their chests.
This was certainly going to be really productive.
Or not.