Log Date: 5/14/98, 5/15/98 Log Cast: Sterling Augustus, Shenneret Veery, Rivadar Airis, Mon Mothma Log Intro: Much to her deep confusion, Shenneret Veery has been abruptly taken into the care of the Horansi Seeker Sinjon Teague. The felinoid has not only stabilized her physically and psychologically, chasing off the nightmares that had been plaguing her for months, but has also arranged for her to have a safe, decent place to stay and several thousand credits of money that are hers to spend. But she's also found herself once more encountering a man she'd known as an Imperial officer on Etti IV -- and who proves to be hostile to her. Her meeting with the man had been witnessed by the NR Commodore Tarroc D'agor, and Shenner's subsequent dealings with D'agor have begun to coax out of her oddly blurred memory that she'd met before with the NR's Council Leader Mon Mothma... and that she had much to tell the woman. But at the same time, Mon Mothma and her people have been looking for Shen.... ---------- Calamari Coral City - Coral City Square This vast square, the ground paved with the same pearly white sea rock as the avenue, is deeply cherished by the citizens of Coral City. The plaza slopes downward toward an imposing fountain where the likeness of a Mon Calamari looking upward toward the ocean blue sky and that of a Quarren, its eyes cast down toward the depths of the fountain, have been etched in stone, the salty water streaming like salty tears down their silent faces. Erected to honor the symbiotic relationship that these two races have shared, it is a relic of a once peaceful past when the ocean of space was but a distant dream. Many citizens come here to reminisce, or to rest awhile before continuing on their way. Large crowds gather as a constant flow of people arrive from the west where the city's Commercial District is to be found, or from the Market District to the east. What appear to be the wealthier citizens of Coral City continue on their way southward onto Coral Avenue. Others, not so wealthy, make their way on the northbound stretch of the avenue. -=-=-=-=-=-=<>=-=-=-=-=-=- => Augustus => Coral City Information Booth -=-=-=-=-=<>=-=-=-=-=- - leads to Calamari Coral City -- Market District. - leads to Calamari Coral City -- South Coral Avenue. - leads to Calamari Coral City -- North Coral Avenue. Augustus arrives from North Coral Avenue. Augustus has arrived. Augustus eyes you for a moment Rivadar arrives from North Coral Avenue. Rivadar has arrived. Rivadar heads east toward the Market District. Rivadar has left. Rivadar enters the square, just arriving from the busy market district. Rivadar has arrived. Rivadar heads northward up Coral Avenue. Rivadar has left. Augustus casts a measuring eye in your direction Augustus studies you for a moment Augustus appears to pay particular attention to your apparel Sitting parked on a bench near the spraying fountain in the middle of the square, Shenner sits flanked by a tote bag, zipped open, its contents open to the air -- a collection of data disks, apparently, and a jacket. The girl is apparently engrossed in study of the screen of a little handheld computer, her brow creased intently under her mostly dark hairline. Augustus clears his throat after a moment and steps a little closer to you Augustus says, "Hello there." If she's aware she's under scrutiny, the young human with the bi-colored hair hasn't shown any sign of that awareness yet. She's to all intents and purposes involved in whatever she's reading -- at least, until she hears that throat being cleared. Green eyes lift up, and glance around until their gaze alights on the approaching figure. Augustus Upon glancing at Augustus, you see the traits of a human being. He stands about six feet tall with a medium frame, and has dark brown hair and deep blue eyes. His apparel consists of light brown pants tucked into mid calf boots and a long-sleeve white tunic. His overall appearence is notably polished. Upon the ring finger of his left hand, he wears a shiny metallic ring containing a deep purple stone. Shenner's dark brows crook up a bit. "Hiya," she answers readily, though in a neutral tone, her expression just as reserved. Augustus says, "You seem terribly preoccupied with that datapad. Mind if I ask what you are reading?" "_Introduction to Old Republic History_," the girl replies, brows still quirked. "Why?" Augustus glances around quickly and then turns his attention back to you. "Just curious.. Are you a student?" Shenner's mouth quirks up on one side in a slight half-smile, half-smirk. "More or less." Augustus raises and eyebrow. "More or less?" With a sort of 'that's what I -said-' expression on her gaunt young features, the girl bobs her head, once. "I got tests to pass, so I'm studyin' for 'em. What do _you_ do?" Augustus chuckles lightly. "I suppose that question is only fair. My name is Sterling Augustus, and I guess one could say I am somewhat involved in governmental operations." Augustus shows you his ID: ,-----------------------------------------------. | New Republic ID Card 35473 | | Name : Augustus | | Race : | | Sex : Male | | DOB : | | Branch : Diplomacy | | Title : Newbie | `-----------------------------------------------' As the card is proferred up for her inspection, the girl doesn't look too particularly surprised -- as if being encountered on the street by NR representatives is a matter of course for her. "Huh," is all she says by way of remarking on this, though, and she flicks the datapad shut, hiking a booted foot up to perch casually on the bench. Green gaze steadily fixed on the man before her, she then drawls, "So. Got somethin' on your mind, or did I just catch your eye?" Augustus says, "Actually, yes. Some very important people within our government have requested to meet you.....I certainly have no idea why.....but they have requested your presence just the same" At this, Shenner's eyebrows go up again; she blinks, too, and perhaps this is a sign of this news surprising her. But her voice still is casual and cool as she sits up, the foot she'd raised before returning to the ground. "Okay... just so we're on the same page here, pal, suppose you tell me who you think I am, and who it is that wants to see me....?" Augustus says, "I have no idea who you are, nor is it of great concern to me at the present juncture, but I was instructed to find you. As for who requested that I find you, that must remain unknown until you are there, but I can very much assure you that they mean you no harm whatsoever. In fact, you might find the trip to be very much beneficial" The girl with the bi-colored hair frowns slightly at this, her green eyes narrowing; her gaze flicks between the man and the hand last seen holding his ID card, as if she's measuring his truthfulness. "Okay," she hedges. "When and where?" Augustus says, "Do you know where the Civil Offices are located?" "Yeah," the girl on the bench answers, her tone still enutral, though her eyes hold a wary hint of interest. Augustus says, "Can you meet me in the Lobby of the Civil Offices at this time tomorrow afternoon?" "Yeah," the girl says again, "I'll be there." Augustus says, "Good. I'm afraid I haven't yet caught your name....." There's another slight smirk, flickering into being along one side of the girl's mouth. "Shenner," she says simply. Almost wry. Augustus says, "just simply Shenner?" The smirk grows a little, looking a little more like a smile. "That's the name you people have in your records," she drawls. "But if you're curious... Veery. Shenneret Veery." Augustus smiles. "Thats an interesting accent. Where are you from?" "Nowhere special," is Shenner's reply, to that. Her expression remains perfectly bland, and she goes on, "You?" Augustus says, "Well I was born on planet Sikaria in the outer rim, but I spent very little time there. I did a lot of travelling before ending up here." Casually throwing a slender arm along the back of the bench, the girl says measuringly, "Never heard of the place." Another slight smirk. "But sounds familiar. I've... travelled." Augustus says, "Pardon? You've never heard of the place, but it sounds familiar?" Augustus looks confused "_Travellin'_ sounds familiar," the girl clarifies. Augustus says, "ah. I see. How did you end up here?" Although the girl's expression doesn't visibly shift, there is, nevertheless, a stillness that settles across her eyes. "Got sick," she says brusquely, "and wound up bein" here to recover." Augustus says, "ah...thats interesting" You hear a slight beeping sound from the pocket og Augustus' shirt Augustus says, "Pardon me for a moment" Shenner smiles, thinly, just a bit tightly; from the look of her, one might surmise the topic is one on which she doesn't particularly care to elaborate. There's a sort of ironic amusement to her features now, but she keeps a rein on whatever she might be thinking, and merely coolly nods to the beep. "No problem, pal." She takes up her datapad again, scanning it calmly. Augustus takes a few steps away from you and removes a small black object from his shirt, which he studies for a moment Augustus steps back towards you The young woman seated on the lifts her gaze once more, brows arched in a bland curiosity, the datapad still cradled in one slender hand. Augustus says, "Well it appears that our meeting tomorrow will not be necessary. They are ready to see you today. We can leave now if you like" If this surprises Shenner, she hides it well. The girl merely eyes the man before her, then gives another one of those narrow smiles that she seems to favor, saying simply, "Sure." The datapad is flicked shut, and tossed carelessly into the tote bag beside her; then, she takes this up to sling over one shoulder, rising smoothly to her feet. Augustus motions for you to follow him Augustus heads northward up Coral Avenue. Augustus has left. [And shortly thereafter, Shenner and her escort arrive at the New Republic Council Building....] You reach the east wing. East Wing -- Council Building The eastern wing is smaller than its neighbour to the west. Doors lie on both the north and south side of the hallway, each marked with a name and a number. Spaced unevenly, the doors indicate that the offices are varying in size. The spaces get larger towards the eastern end. -=-=-=-=-=-=<>=-=-=-=-=-=- => Augustus -=-=-=-=-=<>=-=-=-=-=- <2> leads to Winter's Office -- Council Building . <1> leads to Mon Mothma's Office -- Council Building . est leads to Lobby -- Council Building . Augustus says, "address her as Madame Cuncil Leader unless you are told otherwise" Augustus enters Mon Mothma's Office. Augustus has left. You enter Mon Mothma's Office. Mon Mothma's Office -- Council Building A large office, centered around a mahogany wood table. There is a data terminal perched behind a large-backed leather chair. Directly infront of the desk are two more leather chairs, though they have a standard-sized back. Located in the corners opposite the desk are two L-shaped leather couches, which match the white and red theme of the room. -=-=-=-=-=-=<>=-=-=-=-=-=- => Augustus => Mon_Mothma -=-=-=-=-=<>=-=-=-=-=- ut Augustus bows at the waist as he enters Augustus says, "Good afternoon Madame Coucil Leader" With a slight sardonic curl to her thin young mouth, Shenner follows Augustus into the room. If she's surprised by the place and the personage to which she's been brought, she hides _that_ well, too, and merely eyes Augustus unreadably for a moment as the door swishes shut behind her. Mon_Mothma looks up from her desk and smiles to Augustus, "Good afternoon," she says with even tones. "Whom have you brough to see me?" she asks, though it's obvious she knows the answer. Augustus says, "This is Shenneret Veery, I believe you instructed me to find someone fitting her description" Augustus looks at you for a moment. Mon_Mothma nods, smiling thinly. "Aye. I did." She affixes Augustus with a stern gaze, but retains a kind smile. "Thank you for finding her. You are dismissed." Augustus bows Augustus says, "Good day" Augustus has left. Shenner's green gaze shifts after her escort, marking his departure, before returning to the older woman before her. "Madame Council Leader," she says by way of greeting, with a credible polite reserve. Mon_Mothma laughs a little; sounding much like a touch of a breeze against silk. "My, your manors have improved." She waves in the direction of a chair, "Please take a seat?" Shenner smirks, but she folds herself into a chair anyway, carelessly dropping her tote bag on the floor in silent suggestion that her manners haven't gotten all _that_ much better. "I assume you wanna talk to me about that Imp, huh?" she asks without preamble. Mon_Mothma leans back in her chair, her smile wide. "I would like to talk to you about all that you have that I would be interested in hearing." Her eyes, now fixed on you, grow keen, but her expression is soft. "I was worried when it had been so long since I had heard from you." Shen tries not to slouch. She is mostly successful, though her posture in the chair she's taken still hints more loudly of 'street scum' than the delicate young woman she appears to be -- at least when she's not speaking. Her own expression can be seen to grow slightly strained, slightly sheepish. "Well," she says gruffly, "that's... kinda complicated." Mon_Mothma only raises her brow; the signal to keep talking. Evidently, the girl's composure isn't quite as steady as she's trying to pretend. Seeming just a touch more uneasy now, Shenner -- apparently unconsciously -- pulls a small pendant on a chain out from her shirt, and fiddles with it in one hand while she eyes a spot of apparent fascination on the far wall. "It's like this, see," she begins. "I, uh... hadn't forgotten your offer. But I wanted to try gettin' into a school somewhere on my own first. But well, the whole thing with Nelun happened... and I was gonna come find you... but then Nelun up and vanished on me again, I got sick, and, Sinjon found me. I remembered I was gonna call you, but, well, uh, your people found me first." Mon_Mothma continues to look at you before saying, "I see. My reports indicate that you have been on Calamari for quite some time? Why the delay?" Shenner keeps looking away, and her pale cheeks take on a distinctly pink flush. She opens her mouth to answer, closes it, and then she finally mutters, "I... ain't exactly... sure. I... like I said... I been sick." Mon_Mothma raises her eyebrows a little, "Oh? With what?" The girl's slender frame can be seen to tense, and her gaze drops uncomfortably to the floor. "It's... complicated. See... ah hells,.." She is still fidgeting with the necklace, though now, Shen also sits up, scrubbing a hand across her eyes, and at last fixing a plaintive, stoic gaze on the older woman. "I'll tell ya straight as it gets. D'ya know who Sinjon Teague is? Horansi, 'bout six feet high, black fur?" A beat, in which the girl swallows a little, before finishing, "... Jedi?" Mon_Mothma shakes her head. "I have not met him. Master Skywalker may have mentioned him, in passing, but I leave such things to him." The young woman shifts in her seat at the mention of Luke Skywalker, her worn features growing perceptibly more anxious. "Uh. Speakin' of Luke... Sinjon... tells me the reason I been sick... is because somethin'... involved with the Force... happened to me, and he says I gotta find Luke and ask him about it." Her voice grows progressively rougher as she makes this declaration; it's plain that this is troubling Shenner deeply. She finishes with an expression turned strangely defenseless, "You, uh... know how to find Luke?" Mon_Mothma nods her head, "Yes. I do. It may take him a while to be able to get to you, however. In the mean time, I will request that he return and place you under medical survailance here on Calamari. It may be something that they can not treat, but perhaps they can make you feel more at ease?" Shenner turns pink again, her mouth drawing into a taut small line. "Ma'am, I, uh... don't think a doctor'd do much. I'm... missin' a big chunk of my memory right now, and Sinj says it'll... take Luke to fix it. I...." She sucks in a ragged breath. "I'm tellin' ya this, 'cause, near as I can tell... I ain't... exactly been all here since I got back to Calamari in the first place, and you wanted to know why I didn't call ya." Mon_Mothma thinks quietly for a moment and then nods her understanding. "That is certainly an acceptable reason. I am sorry for questioning you on the matter." Shenner is blushing furiously now, her gaze pointed down at a spot on the desk that has evidently taken on the same fascination as the spot on the wall on which her stare had been fixed before. "Yeah, well," she mumbles, "I-I was gonna hafta tell you anyway, since Sinj asked me to talk to Luke..." And the girl shrugs, trying to look indifferent, and not quite pulling it off. "You don't exactly ask to talk to a guy like Luke Skywalker without a real karkin' good reason." Mon_Mothma smiles thinly; if offense is taken to the language, it's not shown. "It is a shame that the times our such. Would they were different, and people would approach Master Skywalker for any reason. You would be too young to remember such days," she says with a small sigh. "I do not. Still, Master Skywalker is not on Calamari and I do not know exactly where he is. I am sure it would be no trouble to have him drop by shortly." Even though what she says is a lie, her facial expression doesn't betray it. And the girl, not meeting the council leader's eyes, goes only by the woman's voice... and seems to accept her words. "Okay," she mutters, shifting her position in the chair once more, uncomfortably. "I'll cope. I, uh... do have somethin' else to tell ya..." With that, Shen straightens up, apparently trying to salvage her composure again. "I was gonna tell you about this, but I was... sick again, and Sinjon found me and... I kinda lost track of it...." Mon_Mothma listens quietly; a calm expression showing on her face. "There's this guy," Shenner explains, "he's... well, I bumped into him a coupla times, when he was wanderin' around on the streets. He was pretty out of it, didn't remember much of anything." The girl's mouth twists briefly, sardonically -- given what she's just confessed to Mon Mothma, Shen finds an irony in this shift of topic. "Pretty loopy, too. I was gonna buy him dinner the first time I found him, but we, ah... got thrown out of the joint I took him to. Second time I found him... well, he got himself hurt, so I took him home. Tried to patch him up. And, well" -- and she smirks noticeably now, aware how she must be sounding, commenting on someone _else's_ mental state -- "he started babblin' some stuff. About bein' an Imperial." Mon_Mothma lets out a sigh, and nods her head. "Yes, I do believe I know of who it is you are speaking in reference to. He wants to defect." She gives you a considering look, seeing how you'll react to what she says. Shenner blinks; _this_ makes her look straight at the older woman again, her green eyes widening in startlement. "Defect... no wait... this guy, Nelun, he was only rantin' this stuff when he was delirious on my floor, see? 'Less he remembered somethin' else after he ran off again..." Scowling anxiously, the girl adds, "Is that you who mean? Guy named Nelun, got brown eyes, kinda brown hair?" Mon_Mothma raises a brow and says, "That is not the name he is truly known as. Perhaps it is the same man, however, as I do doubt he would tell a stranger his real name if he knew the Imperials were looking for him." Shenner's dark eyebrows knit over her slender nose. "There's another guy I ran into," she hazards, "who's an Imp, at least last I checked, but _he's_ a different guy. Your commodore... uh... Tarroc, he saw him. Asked me about him." Mon_Mothma nods her head and says, "Ah. So they are different. This Nelun person is new to me. Which planet was he on?" "Here," replies Shenner promptly, her tone assured, though her gaze remains dark and anxious. She blows out a breath and goes on, "Look... I, uh... well, I know I did just tell ya I've been... kinda out of it myself, but this thing with Nelun, I'm clear on that. And I kinda thought he was just a psycho, till I got him home to patch him up, and I got a look at his leg." She swallows again, but continues brusquely, "There was some kinda implant in his leg. The thing blinked on and off, and I... saw it hide back inside him. Scared the kark outta him." Mon_Mothma purses her lips together, hard, so that the line inbetween the two appears white. "I see. Do you know where this fellow is? He may be a very unwelcome spy." "That's the problem," the girl says, face falling a little. "He... ran off again. He... kept doin' that a lot. Freakin' out. He was really scared of practically everything... that's why I thought he was a nutcase, see? Street trash. But the thing is, he didn't _talk_ like street trash, he sounded like an educated guy." Uneasily, Shenner shifts yet again in her seat. "I was gonna contact you about him, and then he ran off on me -- I guess the thing in his leg scared the nine hells outta him. And then, well... I... well, Sinj found me about then. I was pretty out of it, too." Mon_Mothma says, "Indeed," she says with distracted tone, "We shall have to mention this to Master Luke, as well. If you see him again, report it immediately to Calamari Officials. I shall have them alerted to his presence." Shenner blows out another breath and nods, reluctantly, but she does nod. Then she abruptly asks, "So you know about that guy the commodore saw, too?" Mon_Mothma nods her head, "Yes. He would be a legitimate defectee. Or at least so we hope. That's what we're finding out right now." "Well, if it's the same guy I saw on Etti IV," Shen proclaims bluntly, "_he's_ an as--" The girl then cuts herself off, coughs a little, and finishes, "A real karkin' creep." There had been hints of concern in her voice when discussing the mysterious Nelun -- but now, her face changes visibly, discussing this second man. Mon_Mothma measures you again with her eyes, "That's a bold claim to make. Why do you make such accusations?" This time, the girl's gaze doesn't waver. "'Cause I've seen him four times so far, and each time, he's been a real frekkin' creep. I mean -- yeah, I'm a street rat, I ain't got no illusions about it. This guy, though, he find me playin' in the park on Etti IV. Comes up to me, comes on real heavy-handed, see?" Now, Shen leans forward, gesturing with the hand she's not using to fidget with her pendant. "Harasses me about my music, and _then_ practically orders me to come sing for this diplomatic somebody 'r' other. Didn't see him again till just a few days back _here_, though. And I think," she finishes, slouching back in her chair and scowling, "that he was tryin' to hit on me, and when I wasn't goin' for it, he started spoutin' off at the mouth about me still "actin'" and wouldn't my "new friends" like to know who I'm workin' for." Mon_Mothma studies you for a moment and then says, "What does he mean at the end? Who you're working for?" "Nobody," answers Shenner, "unless you wanna count you. On Etti IV, well, I got this guy Stalh off my back by tellin' him Grathix was my manager. For music and stuff." She smirks a bit, though only a bit this time. Mon_Mothma shakes her head, "I'm sorry, who is Grathix?" Shenner seems to catch herself, brows arching. "Oh. Um. Thought you knew--" She settles again, her latest restless fidget dying down, at least for the moment. "The guy I was workin' for on Etti IV. He was lookin' for General Solo. That oughtta be in whatever dirt y'all got on me, prob'ly. I ditched him on Palanhi, and only found out _later_ he snatched General Solo instead of helpin' him get back to y'all." Shen scowls; this, apparently, annoys her. Mon_Mothma says, "I see. I may have known. The events of the past few weeks have driven nearly everything else out of my mind," she says with a sigh. "Did you have anything else to report?" The girl shakes her head, then pauses, and finally says gruffly, "I'm done, 'less you got anything else you wanna know." Mon_Mothma shakes her head, "No. The rest can wait until your memory is returned to you. If you would like, I can arrange for a full meal and bed for the night to be made for you here in this building? You do look like you could use a hearty meal and a good night's sleep." Half-smiling, her eyes darkening -- an overall strained, stoic expression -- the girl answers, "I'm... only missin' a pretty specific chunk o' my memory. I'm... workin' around it. You wanna know anything, don't let that stop ya." The smile steadies a bit. "And I got a place. Sinjon's been helpin' me out." Mon_Mothma nods her head, "Very well. Please be careful. I will send out for Master Skywalker as soon as may be." Shenner seems to take this as a dismissal, and, slowly then, she rises, reaching over to scoop up her tote bag by its strap. "Okay," she answers levelly. "I got a blaster; I know how to use it." Mon_Mothma laughs lightly again, shaking her head. "That is not quite what I meant." The young woman smiles narrowly. "Yeah, well," she says, her tone turning casual -- this, apparently, is her way of trying to deflect anything that doesn't quite sit well with her. "I got this far. You want anything else?" Mon_Mothma indicates no with a simple shake of her head. "That is all. Thank you for coming," she says with a polite smile. "Yeah," says the girl, again gruffly, by way of 'you're welcome'. And with that, her tote bag slung into place over her slender shoulder, Shenner pivots on her heel and vanishes between the swishing open and swishing shut off the office door. [End log.]