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| - Walking into the spaceport, Dareus is walking abreast of several other well dressed men; all appear to be wearing well pressed and well priced suits. A few datapads between them seem to be passed back and forth; before the come to a stop and have a small conversation before boarding the ship. Antoine shakes he hand of the older looking man, and hands him a datacard before the last of the men he was walking with board the ship; and it prepares to take off. Turning, he begins to walk slowly back towards the terminal; a small breeze flowing through his hair and billowing his blazer gently. Twila steps into the spaceport, smiling a bit as she does. Life's definitely taken an interesting turn and it's like she's been relieved of a great weight that used to bear down upon her shoulders. She notices Antoine and angles herself towards him, moving a bit slower as she doesn't want to interrupt the man while it seems like he's doing business. Seeing Twila in the spaceport; Dareus smiles towards her, adjusting his own path now that his business is complete. Tucking the datapad into one of his overcoat pockets, and slowing down as he comes up to greet her, "Ms Virda, I didn't expect to see you so soon....a pleasant surprise, nonetheless." Twila grins as she shrugs a bit, her shoulders raising slightly as she motions towards the CorSec office. "I work right over there so wind up spending a lot of my free time here. And please, Antoine. Call me Twila. I insist." Pivoting on her heel some, she turns slightly so she can look over the spaceport while conversing with the man who just approached her. "I gather you're enjoying your time here?" "It was nice to come home at first; but now I find myself preoccupied with my more sinister matters...tracking someone down from an Imperial Stronghold, is to say the least; damned near impossible." As the shuttle with the people he was with, finally takes off with their clearance, he eyes it for a moment, then turns back to Twila, "Too many unanswered questions; and now being alienated by the Imperial military, it doesn't help matters." Looking pensive for a short time, he finally adds with a small laugh, "Don't worry, I'm not trying to turn your planet into Nar Shaddaa..." Shaking her head, Twila watches the shuttle as her companion does, her eyes squinting a bit as she glances up into the sky and the bright sun while doing so. "I..I fail to see where that'd be a concern, Antoine," she eventually murmurs to him once the sound of the shuttle's lift off dies down. "I am sure that the Governor would welcome that...wait." Casting a quizzical look towards Dareus, she worries at her lower lip some before asking, "Just what did you mean by that?" Sighing, she jerks her head to the side as she starts to move, allowing him to follow her if she wishes. "If you'd like to still serve the Empire I have a feeling I could find a position for you within Corsec, Antoine. Not as illusterous(sp) as being an Imperial pilot or something, but you'd still be able to work for the Emperor and whatnot." Clasping his hands behind his back, Antoine follows Twila, having a somewhat smile crossed with confused look on his face, "Believe me, Twila, I sincerely appreciate the offer, and will take it under consideration. For now, I need to find someone whom I served under in the Navy. I feel that only Darth Malign can give me some of the answers that I may need." Speeding his pace up a bit so he absolutely need not speak loud, "I've been trying to contact the Bureau of Operations already, my father worked for them before he disappeared, on the other hand..." He motions to show the beautiful mountains in the distance from the spaceport, "I really am beginning to feel that being a civilian isn't bad at all, either." Turning his head to look at her, "I'm not in a hurry for the time being; patience is one of my greatest abilities...things will fall into place soon enough. But I still cannot thank you enough for the offer; it is quite appealing." Twila snorts a bit and she smirks while giving Antoine a rather amused look. "Ahhh. I see. And is it appealing because it is a beautiful Twi'lek who makes it or just in general?" That gets her to chuckle slightly as she shrugs, it not really mattering to her one way or another. "Seriously, though. If you do find that you no longer have a niche within the Empire itself, come and look me up." A card is extracted from a pocket and offered to him, her contact information typed neatly upon one side. "What was it that you did in the..it was the Imperial Navy, yes?" Laughing slightly himself, Antoine can't resist, "It can be both, Twila, I've come to learn it can be both." Taking the card in his hand, he pulls a datapad out, and slides the card into one of the holders that are attached to his sleek little pad, before returning them to his pocket, "Primarily I was a combat pilot; nearly 15 years, but I still have some experience with special operations....the results of certain situations which still remain classified. I could tell you but I'd be dead within an hour." He winks at that last thought; not making it apparent if he would be serious or not with that. "I shoud be having contact anytime in the next few weeks from some official Imperial channels, but even though my search hasn't really yielded anything...I'm just doing my best to keep my ears open from here. I don't quite feel the desire to leave Corellia in the least bit." Waving his hand slightly, and a small shake of his head, "Enough about me, though, an old pilot can ramble on for hours. How are you enjoying being with CorSec? I trust there is still not too many serious issues down here....and what brought you here? Although it's not surprising, to me. Corellia has always attracted the best of all races and walks of life; she's a jewel of the Empire....hopefully always." Twila shrugs a bit. "Well, after traveling for ten years...I left Ryloth when I was 17...I decieed that I wanted to settle down. I think that spending two years with a villiage of Ewoks really kicked in my desire to have a home. So I took an old map, closed my eyes, poked at random and my finger landed on Corellia. So here I am." Laughing, she raises and waves a hand while she blushes heavily. "Not as interesting as being a fighter pilot, I assure you." Taking a deep breath from the clean morning Corellian air, Dareus smiles, "I miss the Command more. The fighting was fun, don't get my wrong; I didn't earn ace ribbons for sitting on a Star Destroyer watching battles; but I miss being in charge, and shaping the lives of the men and women who fell under my command. " His eyes look lost for a moment, and a small grin crosses his face, remembering the words of a long gone Sith and friend --'I may have use for you yet, Lieutenant'. Shaking it off, "Ewoks?" Raising an eyebrow as his mind comes back to the present, "I'm assuming that would have had to be insteresting...to say the least." "The ewok are actually very lovely to be near." Twila comments in reply while giggling. "It takes a while to earn their trust but once you do, it's very rewarding." Blushing, suddenly, she pauses in her step before adding, "They are a very close-knit group. Very much like a large family. I miss them." Pouting, she looks around before returning to moving on. "Anyhow, I am here, now. And CorSec's been good to me. Very good." Inside the terminal, there seems to be a detachment of ISB and CompForce troopers at work. At the far edge of the building's lobby are a group of four young human teenagers, and all of them are now bound with magnacuffs. They look frustrated and perturbed, and two of them are bruised and bloodied. A group of CompForce troopers stand guard, and there are two ISB agents in their traditional Imperial Whites, apparently waiting for someone. That someone is Korynn Fleming, who wears his somewhat unique field gear as he walks off a turbolift and into the terminal, not far from the main entryway. Carbine slung over his back, he makes for the far edge of the terminal with a scowl in his eyes. Simply heading on his own into the terminal, he makes a b-line for the lobby, really not caring to interest himself in the people in magnacuffs, he's been there enough. Moving over; he stands near the area, simply waiting for one of the holo areas to be available for him to use, but due to the likes of the people involved there, this could be quite some time. Seemingly, at least, he gets to have a decent view of Korynn going to work. Even when he was on the flight deck; he secretly wanted to always have a peek at how well this man did his job; as perverse as that may be. "Rebel sympathizers, Director Fleming," informs one of the white-clad agents upon Korynn's arrival. "We caught them with these." He hands a bundle of papers toward Korynn, who snatches them off and glances over them for a few fleeting moments. "Absolutely remarkable," murmurs Korynn, his Coruscanti nature filled with disgust. "I thought these pamphlets had been stamped out three years ago." He crumples them up a bit more and is about ready to speak again when one of the teenagers starts shouting random expletives about his Imperial captors. In response, Korynn walks forward, the guards parting as he comes up on the uninjured runt. Grasping the teenager by his hair, he forces the snarling youth's head back, and bangs it into the far wall about four times, creating a loud sound. The teenager has nearly passed out with the blows. Korynn crumples up the pamplet into a tighter wad, then forces it into the teenager's mouth with a rather abusive movement. "That will keep you silent," he says, with cold detachment. "Creative..." he says to himself; watching the scene with his own amusement of the whole situation. Leaning back against one of the walls he crosses his arms over his chest, as he contemplates Korynn being called that title..."Director....my god...how long have I been gone?" Remaining as silent as he can while he speaks; but not caring if anyone overhears, not like he's the one being turned into the pile of mush on the floor. It certainly served to keep the other troublemakers from acting up. "Lock down the terminal. Search every passenger and any person without a licensed Imperial Military or CorSec I.D.," instructs Fleming. "If you find anything else, arrest the person who owns it, no matter what they claim." The other two ISB agents nod, and both get on their comlinks to summon additional CompForce and Stormtrooper assistance. Korynn then turns toward one of the CompForce troopers guarding the juveniles. "Take them to shuttle seven, have them impounded in HC-13 aboard the flagship." "As you wish." The CompForce trooper turns to face the group. "On your feet, get moving." They form a circle around the teenagers as they all struggle to their feet, some quicker than others... one bleeding from the back of his head. He'd left some of himself on the wall, as it were. Somewhat used to these checks lately, although they were quickly becoming a pain in the ass. He pulls his wallet out of his pocket, opening it up to the ID that he now has come to have to carry. As a Stormtrooper comes up to him, he already declares, "IR-5 blaster in my shoulder holster, left side under the arm." In a somewhat cold, and matter of fact tone; while he hands his identification over, "Antoine Dareus, Retired Imperial Navy." He keeps his hands at his sides for now, the last thing he needs is to seem like he'll draw. The Stormtrooper accepts Antoine's ID, and looks it over briefly. "You're clear, Sir. Glory to the Empire." He offers the ID back, and slowly, the rest of the terminal becomes a din of noise as yet more and more troopers fill the room, blocking off exits and lining citizens up for inspection. "Keep that visible if you intend on leaving," he adds, before moving along to the next person. Fleming watches with narrowed eyes as the CompForce troopers lead the rebellious teenagers away. A sigh escapes his lips. "Bloody rebel propaganda," he murmurs, that same scowl returning to his face. "Fine then...." He removes his jacket, exposing the blaster to make things simpler for the next ID check; while he finally waits for the everyone to be cleared. "So much work for a goddamned phone call. That definately sounds like Fleming's doing... " he smirks to himself at that one. Then again, he understood the man's job; it was just another part of the Empire that always had to be shown. Folding it neatly over his arm; Dareus leans his shoulder against one of the holo booths; watching and waiting for the enevitable moron who would do something stupid. For what new arrivals might be here, the entire starport terminal is currently in a lockdown. Almost a hundred Stormtroopers and CompForce troopers have been herding citizens into lines, where they are searched for rebel propaganda. Citizens entering are subject to searches, and citizens wishing to leave must first be cleared through one of the other lines before being sent to the entrances. Standing off at a far wall is Korynn, wearing his unique field gear that helps to make him stand out as a commander of some type. His arms are folded over each other, and behind him, there's a splat of fresh blood on the wall. Throwing his jacket over his right shoulder, he heads on over towards Fleming at a half leisurely pace; a few of the other citizens eyeing the blaster in his holster; but then turning their attention to the ones that are all drawn by the security and military personnel waiting for the wrong move by someone. "I had expected this quick deployment of a legion to be at your beckon-call, Director. Nice to see you again." Hell, he barely remember the last time he saw him; but people in his position rarely ever forget people; that much is usually a certainty you can bet on. He's still quite a few yards away; but Antoine makes sure he speaks loud enough over the grumblings of the regular civilians still being searched and prodded. Unfolding his arms, Korynn allows the slightest of smiles, a bare trace of one, to pierce his professional frown. "Dareus," he says in a greeting tone. "One can never be too swift to act when timing is critical." He glances aside as one of the Stormtroopers puts an armored fist into a citizen's gut. Two others crowd the citizen and start dragging him away, and something in another trooper's hand quickly ends up in a sturdy, nondescript sack. "Corellia will understand safety and security," he adds in a quieter tone, his hawk-like eyes keeping a watchful eye on the crowd, though he makes no move to refrain from conversation. Heaving a near-silent sigh, Twila steps out of the office and peers about, smiling suddenly at the sight of Dareus and Korynn, both. Striding over to them, she gives each of them a peck on the cheek in greeting, if allowed, before stepping back and bowing her head. "Gentlemen. Good to see you both." Looking about, she frowns at the crowd, the line making her raise a brow curiously. "What is going on, here?" Dareus smiles to Twila, a little more with the greeting kiss, of course. "New Republic issues....seems as though the disease has spread to here...." he looks to Korynn, "Speaking of disease, I don't suppose you have heard if anyone from the Bureau is en route for my debriefing yet, have you? I suppose you all would like to officially know that I"m not a traitor." He crosses his arms over his chest, tapping his finger on his blaster, "My most powerful friends really cannot speak for me anymore..." Only one was dead, and the other....who knows where he may be. "I'd rather just save the time and shoot them now...." Cold, and callous; something about the room seems to turn Dareus to his old self when he was still in uniform, only for a few moments before looking at Fleming, "But that's far from my concern now." He takes a deep breath, and looks around, "Fortunately, there are far fewer than I would have expected, actually....even though one is too many. Perhaps I'll be able to help out with this area myself once I get in contact with the Bureau. I have quite a few things here to attend to though; like always. It seems my Naval career was less busy than this civilian life is. How amusing." Korynn lifts his eyebrows as Dareus speaks. He might have grinned, but not in public like this. Two more citizens are carried out as the lines begin to thin. "The agents here will sort out which ones to execute and which ones to re-educate." It's an answer that serves to answer both Twila and Dareus. He turns away for a moment, raising a hand to touch his earpiece. "Okay, that's it. Finish up and release the lockdown." Across the terminal, Stormtroopers and CompForce men begin following Fleming's orders, and the lines are dissipated. Alina wanders into the spaceport a moment or two after the lockdown ends. Her eyebrows raised as she watches the hordes of people just trying to get away. Once she finally manages to get in, no mean task for the smaller woman, she finds someplace off to the side to see what is going on. "Ah, the good old days....." Antoine shifts his gaze to the exodus of people towards the exits of the terminal, and shakes his head, "Some people....they see a few hundred blasters, and seem to think that Armageddon is happening. Remind me to call you to do this again the next time I have business here, and don't want to stand in line." Placing his identification back into his jacket; he slips the coat back on; fortunately it now covers the blaster under his coat..."I'll have to assume things have been going well here though; at least in the few weeks that I've been back. Quieter, less petty crime; even the Dig isn't the place it used to be. A welcome change, of course; except for those times that one needs a certain task to be completed; still. There was no need to have a miniature version of Nar Shaddaa on the planet." "Well," replies Korynn, "With the rebels having fled from Imperial Center, there's no telling where they might end up next. Corellia will be thankful for the Empire's work here, when we sway the rebels from trying to reclaim this planet. Nobody wants war brought to their doorstep." He makes a rather simple gesture with his arm. "It's a preventative measure." The lockdown complete, about forty of the Stormtroopers remain, they themselves leaving gradually as the population slowly and gradually goes back to normal. Twila manages to see Alina through the crowd and pushes through, trying to help the lady medic before she gets crushed under foot by those trying to leave the spaceport. Being as tall as she is does have its advantage points, it seems. "Alina..Come here.." Twila murmurs to her as she reaches out to her, trying to get her to take her hand so she can pull her close, leaving Korynn and Dareus to their own devices for now. Alina seems a bit surprised by the taking of her hand and being pulled in. "What's going on here? I've never seen it so crowded. I just wanted to come see what ships were in port on a break." She says, her tone matching the perplexion of her expression. The girl still glancing around the port as this is all happening. Dareus nods, "They tend to get everywhere....it's like a disease that just takes a lot of resources to kill." He runs his hand through his hair, and closes two of the buttons on his suit jacket, simply content to stand nearby, occasionally glancing around the terminal watching some of the people getting back in to move on with their lives, and transportation needs. "It seems as though everything I need to do is taken care of..." As if he were searching for a reason to keep around; even though just standing here is better than running over to the dig to sit at a table and watch the nightly barfights and morons try to begin a life of smuggling; all to watch them fall into CorSec hands the second they step out of the bar. A small smile crosses his face at that thought, how amusing and quickly all the loose ends get tied up here. Looking over at Korynn, he casually asks, "Will you be leaving with the rest of the fleet?" Korynn nods his head once, a light smile forming on his face. "Yes, indeed." It's a simple answer, but anything further is interrupted by a tiny voice in his ear. He turns aside and lifts a hand to press the earpiece and speaks into his comm. "Copy. Good work. Make sure you clean up the mess... and do the Corellians a favor, have them clean up the mess down here?" He casts his eyes toward a spot on the wall behind him, where a splattering of blood has begun to dry out. Alina manages to not to get lost. And follows along without any real trouble as well. She nods to Twila's description of the things going on. "Why am I not surprised?" Her tone a bit cynical, if anything. But soon enough she replaces it with a smile as she is introduced to the others. Her hands folding in front of herself with her arms tight to her body, and she bows slightly. "A pleasure." Dropping in out of the atmosphere a lone fighter comes darting down at full speed. From the normal traffic it appears he's filed for a totally different landing pattern. Whatever it is, he seems to have gotten approval for it as no other craft try to even stop him - not even a single comm call. He's headed straight for the spaceport in a dive. It's not out of control, but to anyone seeing him pull this it would appear to be. As he gets to a decision height to pull up over the ground he kicks in the repulsors as he sprints over the ground and directly over Commodore Caiton's head at a mere 100 feet, full power and maximum operating speed. Circling the sparport after his stunt he slows and makes a landing on the nearest pad to the Commodore, a mere 500 feet away. As the craft settles he runs the shutdown checks and pops the hatch to climb out and look around the spaceport with a grin. His clone war era armor (advanced and upgraded) puts him apart from most. As he gets down he puts away the life support gear and his helmet, smiling all the while. With Alina arriving, Dareus bows his head slightly, "Pleasure to meet you." Thinking for a few minutes, he realizes something, and hands Korynn a small datacard, "I almost forgot; I've sent tons of contact information to the Bureau for me; since I'm not in the Navy anymore, I seem to be looking to stay around here for quite some time. Should you need anything that I might be able to help with, let me know and I'll see what I can do." It's more than obvious it's the offer of a man who's not sure if he's wanting to be in the service, or stay with a civilian place. In either case, it's a smart man covering all bases. "There's not a lot I can arrange from here, but a few maneuvers here and there, I might be able to stir some things up...off the record, of course." Tilting her head back slightly as she hears the distinctive sound of a fighter entering the atmosphere, Caiton tracks the path of the MK2 as its pilot moves in for a display of excellent piloting skills. Caiton's eyes narrow, a faintly speculative gleam in her eyes as she recognizes the piloting style. Frankly, she recognizes the pilot style of most of the pilots that've served with the task force and especially those on the Broadsword. Once the MK2 lands and the pilot disembarks, she nods ever so faintly, pleased with being correct before moving towards the MK2 to greet the smiling pilot, "Fancy bit of flying there," she says simply in greeting. Wolf was walking along the tarmac with Rhiyv as the TIE had decided to pull off it's stunt. Seifer shook his head, if it had been a Black Squadron pilot they would be getting a beating. He continued to walk along observing the goings on of the Starport. He finally changed direction to intercept the group as he saw Krieg jump from the TIE. A small smile pulled at the corner of his mouth and he looked down at Rhiyv. He stopped walking a few meters from the group and looked over at one of the YT-1300s landing at the Star Port. Wolf shrugged and bent down, putting a hand on Rhiyvs head. His smile turns into a grin, and Krieg makes his way from his fighter after his gear is stowed. "Well ma'am, there are not many times when we are not fighting someone that we can actually show how well we can fly to the citizenry." He walks up closer to her, saluting as he arrives. "Lieutenant Commander Inrokana, reporting with the daily operations report." He stands fast, prepared with a datapad for her under his right arm. Returning Inrokana's salute with one of her own, Caiton gestures for Inrokana to stand at ease while extending one hand for the datapad tucked under his right arm. "I dare say that a few examples of piloting exhibitions are not at all against our doctrine let alone the task at hand. The opportunity to demonstrate the capabilities of our fighter wing and our military assets, let alone the abilities of our flight personnel, may well have long reaching positive effects." There is a pause from Krieg as he pulls the datapad out from under his arm, then he extends it to Caiton to take. He then replies to her, "There is merit to anything we do; it will always lend or detract credibility from our cause or our purpose. What we do and how we do it reflects on our combat ability, status, and the moral code we hold ourselves to. Many fights I feel will be won by more acts of power and ability without firing a shot as everyone knows the real potential. Though the tactics we employ and other things, ma'am, require us to be speaking elsewhere." He extends a hand and adds, "After you ma'am." "It's a pleasure," says Korynn to Alina, before accepting the datapad from Dareus. "Thank you," he offers, and tucks the datapad away. Another message comes from his earpiece, and his brow knits. "If you all will excuse me." Yes, indeed, it is much like the ISB to move off to take care of something without specifying what that something is. Korynn is off, moving into the crowds and headed for the same turbolift he'd come in on. Between the sounds of the starcraft and the chatter of the other people coming and going, Twila finds herself growing a bit irritable, apparently not the kind who takes to constant noise and such easily. "How about we move on.." She finally sees Wolf and waves him over before continuing her sentence. "...before we're deafened by starfighters and stepped on by those milling around?" She gives the pilots and everyone else across the way a bit of a look but soon she manages to smile as she motions towards the south. Shaking his head yet still half smiling as Korynn leaves, Dareus simply adds "Leave it to ISB to be like that...." Turning his attention back to Twila, "Colonel, I wanted to ask your opinion on something, will you be available after work?" Given their conversations all day, she probably knew what he was talking about, "I just don't want to bring up anything here, it's a little unusual, to say the least." Taking a quick glance to where Twila motions, he smirks, "I bet that his head hurts today...." Alina stands about quietly, merely nodding to Twila at the suggestion that is being made. All in all, Alina seems like she is paying a lot more attention to the surroundings than she is to any particular conversation taking place. Though she aknowledges each of the greetings to her with a smile and another nod. Twila gives Korynn a nod of parting and then heads off, taking a rather casual pace out towards the south. She looks about her to make sure everyone's able to push through the people standing about before exiting the space port.
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