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Post by The Conman on Apr 13, 2016 0:01:10 GMT -5
Clones.
It took him a second to process that...he'd joined up shortly after the end of the Clone Wars...the man had bumped into a few, but once you'd seen one....while the thought didn't hold true in most other circumstances, it really did with them...though the bit about them painting pictures of their Jedi Generals on the front of their dropships was one that made him chuckle. The thought of an uptight Jedi having to see that on a daily basis was one that he found entertaining. Not because he really had any strong opinions of the Jedi either way, just because of their reputation.
A bunch of humorless, sexless, odd, monk people running around the galaxy with laser swords and moving things with their mind...It'd all sounded like science fiction to the man, like something he'dve seen in a campy holo-movie produced by some low budget director that managed to, despite slipping it's release, garner a cult following and spawn a massive franchise worth billions of credits.
"It's a bit surprising, didn't think they had a sense of humor...though I'd love to see the Jedi's response, that sounds hilarious. Any of them take it badly?" Prellon asked, between bites.
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Post by Grand Moff Poobah I on Apr 13, 2016 0:19:50 GMT -5
Seyda was, unbeknownst to most of the rank and file, very liable to continue on about the good old days with minimal provocation. This fact WAS known by many of her senior staff, who didn't hesitate to carefully lull her into wasting a few dull minutes with anecdotes instead of finding tedious tasks to be done. The ISB Major had now touched upon that same underpinning, and Seyda smiled subtly. She set down her fork, steepled her narrow fingers, and recalled everything she could remember.
"Some clones had more humor than others, in particular the various special operations troopers tended to have, shall we say more of the original template about them? With that said, I think the clones knew better than to do it to a General who might take serious offense over the matter. Our particular General at the time was a Twi'lek, General Tarkona. I seem to recall when she saw the piece of art in question, she turned considerably more purple than usual, and then adamantly insisted she'd never seen anything."
Seyda smiled a little more widely, reflecting again.
"I'm not sure what happened to the General, I transferred away from the Dauntless. My last posting of the war was an Acclamator. That was, incidentally, when depth perception suddenly became very challenging."
The pale officer smirked a little, and resumed with her knife and fork again.
"Now Major, how precisely did you wind up in the Imperial Security Bureau? You aren't exactly their type."
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Post by The Conman on May 10, 2016 23:13:14 GMT -5
Prellon nodded to the Captain, agreeing with her. He definitely wasn't what one would think of when someone said "ISD Agent.".
"Heh...I know what you mean, Captain. I started out in the Navy, flying TIE's...Truth be told, I hadn't even heard of the ISB before I was tapped for recruitment." He explained, trying to remember weather or not anything he was about to tell the woman was classified.
The man had been tapped after helping his CO track down and find a couple of groups of CIS remnant forces they'd been having some issues with. It'd become obvious, even after only a few missions with the Navy, that he had a talent for noticing patterns in the behavior of Criminal groups. Probably because he was a bit of one himself, and much of his judgement was from experience. If it was something he'd do, it was a pretty good bet actual criminals would have done it.
"Basically, I was a pilot, a decent one. Was flying with a fleet-" He paused, taking a sip of his drink.
"-We were lookin' for, and remember-" He explained, gesturing with his hands for emphasis.
"-This was a good...oh..7-" He said, squinting out the window, trying to remember the timeline, rubbing his chin a bit.
"-7 or 8 years, give or take...something like that, ago....Anywho, We were looking for CIS remnant forces, y'know the guys who thought the surrender wasn't a thing and wanted to keep fighting.-" He explained, leaning back into his chair, taking a sip of his drink, thinking about how to explain I was good at my job because I was a criminal as a kid and was forced to join the forces or go to jail.
"Well, as it turns out, Ma'am, advanced pilot training and...-" He smirked, rolling his eyes a bit.
"-A very misguided youth...well, they go together pretty damn well, Turned out I had a bit of a nose for them CIS guys, got real good at finding them, so the ISB recruited me.-" He finished explaining, taking a sip of his drink, then finishing.
" D'you have any experience doing anything like this, if you'd permit me to ask?-" He asked, taking a bite of his nerf.
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Post by Grand Moff Poobah I on May 11, 2016 0:21:46 GMT -5
Seyda listened politely, continuing with her food as she paid dutiful attention to the Major. Somehow the man was still a pilot, very obviously so in fact. He might have joined the ISB, but he was very definitely not their usual candidate. Oh you could work yourself into a paranoid tizzy trying to question if it were a ruse of course, but at the end of the day there were two questions that dragged the idea out of bounds. First was that if he could act so well, why not put him in an undercover position? The second was the firm conviction that her ex-husband simply wanted her forgotten, because any ISB troubles would reflect horribly on his political career. She gave a neutral smile.
"Yes, Separatist holdouts," She confirmed with a node. "Our last major action, about three years ago, was against a small group of them. Immensely persistent, but very foolish. The war had been over so long, and their equipment was in shambles. But if you meant to ask how much... 'cloak and dagger' I've done, the answer is little."
The Captain dabbed lightly at the corners of her mouth, and set the napkin down on her empty plate.
"I'm career Navy, I'm sure you're well-aware of my service record and all my dirty laundry. I've never much cared to become involved in intelligence matters, or in... politics. If you have the knack for these things though, you'll be welcome enough aboard the Irresistible. The Boska haven't displayed many discernible patterns as of yet. Maybe we'll have some opportunities with your assistance. I'm also satisfied from our discussion that this isn't a... political witch hunt. With due respect Major, you'd make for a terrible staff officer on Coruscant."
She gave him a little more sly of a smile.
"Your accent alone would shock more than a few Moffs."
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