((OOC: Continued from The Galaxy is Large, but Worlds are Small.))
*Rather than taking the two Jedi to a private mansion as Garyn had expected, the driver took the speeder to the royal palace. They passed through the mostly-ceremonial gate without pause, though the Knight could sense that the guards were wary and watched them closely. There were no crude free-standing security scanners or even checkpoints at this entrance, just more guards. That didn't mean security was lax however, the ornate hallway they entered through was itself a scanner of some sort. The two of them were escorted through relatively plain hallways at first, then into a more decorated hallway and an office antechamber. The man who'd originally spoken to them - he'd not given his name - announced them and left.
Minister Gar Alder was an older man, one who had apparently spent his life working for Naboo's government. He was polite, but direct. Apparently, his daughter had been kidnapped. Like most government officials would, he paid the requested ransom - he'd been prudent and taken out insurance for this kind of thing - but the girl hadn't been returned. Instead, a demand for more payment, double this time. The insurance company had paid. Again, no girl, just another demand. Now that it was becoming clear that whoever had taken the girl had no intent of returning her, the insurance company had refused payment. Alder didn't have enough. It had been fortuitous timing in his mind that Garyn had come to Naboo and the report had crossed the minister's desk. Jedi were supposed to have resources, be capable of finding his daughter and returning her through any circumstance.
There were, of course, problems.*
"I would accept, Minister. There are complications, however."
"Of course. Payment. I can pay, and any money that you recover from the kidnappers is yours as well. And information of course, everything I have you'll receive a copy of."
"Very kind, minister, but that isn't it. I have no spacecraft, no way to get to wherever your daughter is being held and transporting her back safely."
*Whatever the minister - a long-standing politician - had expected, it wasn't that. Such was clear in the momentary hesitation and the furrow of his brow.*
"Ah. As it happens, I hadn't expected you to use your personal transport for this anyways. I have an old YT-2000 and pilot waiting in a hangar, should you decide to go. You can't keep it, I'm afraid, as it is quite needed for its normal operations, but I can divert it for your use for a while."
"Very well. If I may make a call..."
*Garyn headed back out to the antechamber. Ayko was still a Padawan, which technically meant that he should have his Master's permission to be going. And what Padawan wouldn't want to be involved in something like this? Nafrayo, as it turned out, was not at the Jedi Temple on Yavin VIII. The Schenor was able to get the Neti's comm frequency though, and placed a call, leaving a message. He explained that he was on Naboo, had run into Ayko here, and that he'd like to speak with the Jedi Guardian at his convenience.*
Tag: Nafrayo, Ayko
*Rather than taking the two Jedi to a private mansion as Garyn had expected, the driver took the speeder to the royal palace. They passed through the mostly-ceremonial gate without pause, though the Knight could sense that the guards were wary and watched them closely. There were no crude free-standing security scanners or even checkpoints at this entrance, just more guards. That didn't mean security was lax however, the ornate hallway they entered through was itself a scanner of some sort. The two of them were escorted through relatively plain hallways at first, then into a more decorated hallway and an office antechamber. The man who'd originally spoken to them - he'd not given his name - announced them and left.
Minister Gar Alder was an older man, one who had apparently spent his life working for Naboo's government. He was polite, but direct. Apparently, his daughter had been kidnapped. Like most government officials would, he paid the requested ransom - he'd been prudent and taken out insurance for this kind of thing - but the girl hadn't been returned. Instead, a demand for more payment, double this time. The insurance company had paid. Again, no girl, just another demand. Now that it was becoming clear that whoever had taken the girl had no intent of returning her, the insurance company had refused payment. Alder didn't have enough. It had been fortuitous timing in his mind that Garyn had come to Naboo and the report had crossed the minister's desk. Jedi were supposed to have resources, be capable of finding his daughter and returning her through any circumstance.
There were, of course, problems.*
"I would accept, Minister. There are complications, however."
"Of course. Payment. I can pay, and any money that you recover from the kidnappers is yours as well. And information of course, everything I have you'll receive a copy of."
"Very kind, minister, but that isn't it. I have no spacecraft, no way to get to wherever your daughter is being held and transporting her back safely."
*Whatever the minister - a long-standing politician - had expected, it wasn't that. Such was clear in the momentary hesitation and the furrow of his brow.*
"Ah. As it happens, I hadn't expected you to use your personal transport for this anyways. I have an old YT-2000 and pilot waiting in a hangar, should you decide to go. You can't keep it, I'm afraid, as it is quite needed for its normal operations, but I can divert it for your use for a while."
"Very well. If I may make a call..."
*Garyn headed back out to the antechamber. Ayko was still a Padawan, which technically meant that he should have his Master's permission to be going. And what Padawan wouldn't want to be involved in something like this? Nafrayo, as it turned out, was not at the Jedi Temple on Yavin VIII. The Schenor was able to get the Neti's comm frequency though, and placed a call, leaving a message. He explained that he was on Naboo, had run into Ayko here, and that he'd like to speak with the Jedi Guardian at his convenience.*
Tag: Nafrayo, Ayko
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