Game Last Ride Off Bellassa

[Catalyst]

Dear Friends, it seems that more Imperial troops are about to enter Bellassa, and Order 37 is coming soon. This letter offers you what may be your last chance to escape. In three days time, a luxury transport under local military guard will depart platform 7, for the relative safety of Alderaan. The accompanying transit authorization will see you past the guard and on board.

I do hope you will come.

Who am I? Well, for the time being, I will not tell you. Think of me as someone much like yourself, a citizen of the galaxy. There will be eight guests. I have listed them all below and, as you can see, they are a distinguished group. I will make it a party of nine.

Do bring proper attire. We will dine elegantly. Our chef is the droid who made travel through the stars a delicious experience, Master Chef LS-KRG0.

Don't be late. Miraculously, the transports are running on time. Docking Bay Number 9

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Welcome to the Last Ride Off Bellassa! This will be a short, fun, mystery RP to flex your writing chops and deductive skills. There will be 8 players, all potential suspects, but only one is the murderer! Nobody will know until the final updates when I will secretly reveal to the culprit that they have more to hide than the others. There are only a few rules that must be observed.

Rule 1. All interactions are expected to be IC.
Rule 2. No godmodding or metagaming (though certain clues will reveal details about when and where someone was at a given time, do not make up information just to get a reaction)
Rule 3. Each player may not directly lie when confronted. However, it is still a mystery; if pressed, your character has all the information they should need to defend themselves, and may deflect or offer information that may incriminate someone else instead. Anyone has the potential to be the culprit.

Clues will be provided primarily through PM, and anything provided there will be considered IC knowledge. Some people will have more facts on your character's doings than even you. These are essential to the mystery. There will be 4 GM updates to further the story. Once the fourth update is reached, formal accusations will be held. Once accusations have been made, a final clue will be distributed for you to announce your innocence (or guilt) to the others.

I will post the public character directory soon, then once all initial clues are out I will let you loose to solve this mystery!

TAGS: @Darth Kain @Slayer @Vaeluos Rilia @Sith_Imperios @Raineyday88 @Cardun Vrek @Mir @Samwise

 

[Catalyst]

Characters

Belinda sure to read up on everyone. You never know what is a clue...

• Belinda Screete, played by @Vaeluos Rilia

A "couturière extraordinaire" is the way Belinda is described by her wealthy clients. Usually she just blushes and responds, "Really, I'm only a simple dressmaker," but those in the inner circle of Ussa society know better. Owner of a thriving high-fashion studio, Maison de Screete, this clever and well-educated Zabrak has thrust her way into the Bellassa fashion world. More than a caterer to the patrons of high-fashion, Belinda participates in that society as actively and as well as any. Vivacious and charming, she is a frequent guest at the mansions and châteaux of wealthy and influential citizens of Ussa.

• Malcolm R. Conntint, played by @Slayer

"Mal" is a soldier of fortune. Restless, cynical and secretive, he is well known in Ussa society; it is whispered that for some undisclosed reason, Mal cannot return to his home on Corellia. Some say he killed a man; some say it was an affair of the heart; others say he makes his living in the active and thriving black market of Hutt Space. Whatever the truth, Mal is a welcome participant in Ussa high society where his worldly toughness stands out against a backdrop of leisured affluence.

• Duke Schwäzhe B. U. Klare, played by @Admiral Volshe

Another royal victim of the Imperial advance, the Duke fought his way through enemy blockades to reach Bellassa. His own small army in tatters, he and a few hand-picked men succeeded in bringing valuable information concerning Imperial troop disposition to the Rebel High Command. The Duke remains a hero to his people. He is a man of noble bearing, schooled extensively in military matters and a marksman of considerable talent. Young to be the leader of even so small a nation, the Duke is not married and is considered to be one of the most eligible bachelors in the galaxy.

• RAF Group Captain Weyland W. Awfcorce, played by @DarthNoxia

Known to his men as "Wey," Capt. Awfcorce is a pilot of renown. His squadron of Laklustre Bombers is likely to prove one of the most formidable armaments available to the Rebel Armed Forces. Shot down on a reconnaissance mission before hostilities commenced, Wey evaded capture and made his way to Bellassa, and is now trying to return to Dantooine. Born of nobility and educated at the Imperial Academy on Carida, Wey epitomizes strength, endurance and noble character.

• Khover T. Ageante, played by @Samwise

A well-traveled and worldly Devaronian, Mr. Ageante is seldom home in the due to the necessities of business travel. Distinguished, impeccably dressed and courteous to a fault, he is welcome in the finest hotels and restaurants in the galaxy. Yet there is an aura of mystery about him, and no one seems to know exactly what his business is or why he travels between Coruscant and Bellassa with such regularity.

• Princess Idelle Chattre, played by @Darth Kain

A royal refugee driven to Bellassa by the advancing Imperial troops, Princess Idelle is the sole surviving representative of the ancient and noble Chattre family. Those rulers descend directly from Nonnes Taupe Chattre, who, at the head of an army of fierce Naboo settlers, conquered and carved out a small, heavily wooded land where his descendants now live. Despite her youth, Idelle is aware that she alone carries on the family line. Strong-willed and quick to anger, she is quite beautiful and, it is said, possessed of considerable family wealth safely invested offworld.

• Mari K. Trairie, played by @Cardun Vrek

A journalist for a large holonews network, Mari has from the Core to the Outer Rim to send the true story of the war home to her readers. She has interviewed men in the street, soldiers and generals, ministers of state and celebrities. Her articles are published across the galaxy under the byline Mari Trairie, but those who know her past remember her as little Mari Kohn, daughter of the late Augustus Kohn, journalist, publisher and newshound. It was Augustus who said, "There's them that wants news and there's them that wants truth. Don't ever confuse one with the other." Mari was briefly married to a young city editor named Harold Trairie, but it did not last. She has kept his name, feeling her father's too austere.

• Barbra Z. Enhussie, played by @Raineyday88

Barbra may be described in a few words - "rich, spoiled and beautiful." Daughter of the late perfume king, Louis Z. Enhussie, she was brought up in extravagance and has carried on the tradition of the Enhussies in all respects. Châteaux Enhussie, on the outskirts of Ussa, and Barbra's luxurious apartment on Coruscant, are centers of lavish social activity. Everyone who is anyone is a regular at Barbra's.

(More details will be coming soon. Please wait until I have made an opening post to make your entrance)

 

[Catalyst]

IC: Your Mysterious Host

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You are aboard the SoroSuub Luxury 3000 Yacht Desire attached to a military convoy escaping Bellassa. You and the other guests arrived at the port between 2:30 and 5:00 in the afternoon, boarding the ship by passing through a rebel sentry , at which your identification and transit authorization were demanded. Nobody but authorized guests were admitted aboard this ship.

Upon boarding, everyone is greeted by the pilot droid, J-9PR, who shows each guest to their private cabin and arranged for your luggage to be brought on board by the soldiers. When asked about cabin number 9, J-3PR had no reluctance divulging the name of the occupant: the notorious Fae Tahlle. Rumors whispered that she was a master of galactic espionage. The droid informed guests that their hostess was not to be disturbed.

The ship departed promptly at 5, and quickly made the jump to hyperspace. Several hours later, just after midnight, an Imperial Blockade descended upon the planet.

In your room, you find the following message:

Dear Friend:​

Thank You for coming.​

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I apologize for all the secrecy, but there were reasons my name could not be known until you were safely onboard.​

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Please join me for cocktails at 7:30 in the Lounge, where all will be revealed.​

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Fae Tahlle​

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TAGS: @Darth Kain @Slayer @Vaeluos Rilia @Sith_Imperios @Raineyday88 @Cardun Vrek @Mir @Samwise
(Once you have received your first clues via PM, feel free to respond)

 

[Catalyst]

At 7:25, your transport is jerked from hyperspace. In the blackness of deep space, J-9PR approaches with a datapad containing a written report.

Pursuant to orders, an investigation was undertaken of the following circumstances.​

1. Body of a nude woman was found stuffed into a canvas sack and drifting in an escape pod. Woman of medium build, blonde hair, approximately 25, with a knife wound in her chest. Identification information in pod reads Fae Tahlle.
2. Message received in cockpit at 6:30. "Look in cabin 9. There has been a murder."
3. Examination of Cabin 9:
   • Cabin in disarray. Luggage and clothing strewn about. Table and chairs overturned. Bottle of Savareen Brandy broken. Blood stains on carpet and berth.
   • Narrow hole sliced in the wall between cabin 8 and 9 over berth.
   • Hole drilled in wall from Cabin 9 to hallway. Large vibroknife stuck in hole, blade protruding into cabin.
4. Armed guard confirms no occupants left the cabin area except J-9PR after 5:10
5. Conclusion: 1 of the 8 other passengers murdered the occupant of cabin 9 by stabbing her with a thin blade after a vicious fight. Body was placed in a large sack and jettisoned from escape pods at 6:00. Pod found by passing freighter.

 

[Darth Kain]

IC: Princess Idelle Chattre
Aboard the Desire​

"Oh, dear," said the princess, gasping as she heard the news.

Princess Idelle Chattre
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Her hand, hidden within a white silk glove, covered her mouth as she attempted to wrap her mind around the death of their fellow passenger. And not only had Fae Tahlle been murdered, but she had been killed in such an absolutely heinous way. Evidence of a struggle, a single stab wound to the chest, stripped naked and sent out into the void of space. This was no accident, no crime of the heart.

This has been cold-blooded murder. And Idelle could be next.

The realization of the threat to her own life would have sent most individuals into panic. But Idelle Chattre had come from a family of strong beings, the kind that were not easily threatened, even by the threat of death. It was vital that she make it back home, and she was not going to let this investigation go on any longer than it had to.

She spoke to the others, saying, "This was premeditated, no doubts about it! One stab wound? And then the killer had the audacity to strip her of her clothing? Heinous!"

She began to eye the others.

"We were all trapped in our rooms earlier, right? Barbra, Captain Weyland, Mari, and Malcolm were the only ones I saw. Khover wouldn't open his door no matter how much the others tried to get his attention….

Perhaps that's because he was not in his room, then? Where would he be if not there while the rest of us were trapped? And if he didn't do it, then what of Belinda and the Duke? Where were they?"

TAGS: @Catalyst, @Slayer, @Vaeluos Rilia, @Sith_Imperios, @Raineyday88, @Cardun Vrek, @Mir, @Samwise

 

[Samwise]

IC: Khover T. Ageante
Aboard the Desire

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Khover was over by the bar when he had seen the message. A frown appearing over his face as he read what had happened. "Well this is most certainly a disappointment." He told himself. Not particularly caring if anyone heard him or not.

With a glass of Savareen brandy in his hand, he looked over to the princess when he heard her gasping. Raising an eyebrow as he listened carefully to what she was saying.

He stood there, dressed in a finely pressed tuxedo, no wrinkles or stains to be seen. Shoes polished immaculate, as well as his shiny head. Not a hair on his face or head, other than his eyebrows, which were finely groomed.

"Khover wouldn't open his door no matter how much the others tried to get his attention…." Said the princess.

The phrase made his lips curl a bit into a smile.

"I am just as surprised as you are my dear." Khover spoke to the princess. Taking a sip of the brandy as he looked around the room.

"I am a busy man with businesses to run. I would have loved to see our gracious host, Ms. Tahlle, but very disappointed that I did not get a chance to see her."

He motioned with the glass in his hand, over towards Belinda and the Duke. "What of you two? Where were you when this all happened?" Khover asked.

Tags: @Catalyst, @Raineyday88, @Darth Kain, @Slayer, @Vaeluos Rilia, @Sith_Imperios, @Mir, @Cardun Vrek

 

[Vaeluos Rilia]

IC: Belinda Screete
Aboard the Desire


Belinda had been listening to the others discuss the news before choosing to speak up, being questioned on her innocence twice was enough for her. She looked over at the princess and Khover, her expression was one of shock and annoyance.

"I was locked in my room as well. I tried to get your attention, Khover, but apparently you were simply too busy to pay the rest of us any mind."

She stood there with her arms crossed, dressed in the latest dress of her design and eyed the Duke.

"I tried to knock on the Duke's door as well and received no answer. So, what were you doing that was so important you couldn't answer the door for a lady in distress?"

Tags: @Catalyst , @Raineyday88 , @Darth Kain , @Slayer , @Sith_Imperios , @Mir , @Cardun Vrek , @Samwise

 

[Raineyday88]

The princess of perfume sauntered into the ship at 4 pm. the light fragrence of "lake of dreams" left a delicious trail of smells as she was escorted to her luxurious cabin.

Barbra was being led to her cabin when she walked clear past hers and stopped in front of the cabin door #9. She was about to knock when the when the droid would not let her in. She was quite visably preturbed as she walked back to her cabin.

As she entered she saw that the linens were not perfectly pressed and insisted that the droids remake the bed before she could relax. Maybe it was out of spite, maybe it was out of privilege but she wouldn't tell. She glanced out her window and saw Mari enter the ship. Barbra noticed the faint outline of a thin metal dagger on Mari's person as she boarded.

At one point her door became locked and as she pounded against the door she began to yell "do you know who I am!? Do not attempt to confine me!" She said as Mal, Wey, Mari and Idelle began to file into her room.
"whatever is happening?" She said with distain dripping from her lips. The few within her room began to speak but decided it was best if they would discuss as a group at the assigned time and dispersed until 7:30.

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By the time 7:30 rolled around, most had been notified of their hosts gruesome murder. There had been an obvious altercation but the princess of perfume had not heard the struggle.

She elegantly glided into the Lounge 15 minutes past seven o'clock and strolled up to the bar to acquire a drink for her parched throat.

Her dress sparkled as if she pulled diamonds from the moon itself. Her white silk dress hugged every curve of her body. The bodice and headdress was was adorned with the most lavish of blood diamonds and pearls. Large freshwater pearls from naboo hung from the temple of Her headdress shimmying to the rhythm of her steps. She was dressed with intent to shock and awe with her glorious presence. Much like many of the parties she hosted.

She glanced at the three already In the lounge and nodded towards their existence.

She overheard Khovar speak as he attemted to defend himself for his absence. She decided to chime in to the questioning.

"we attempted to reach you, I banged on your door quite loudly, your room was only one wall away from me, how ever did you not hear us?"

She listened as he questioned Belinda and the Duke.

"Come to think of it. You three were the only ones who didn't convene in my room when the doors mysteriously locked on us. "it begs me to to question your alibi."

She said as she slowly sipped her créme de menthe over ice, glancing at each of those in the room with her, they all were suspect to her, she grew up not trusting people because of her father.

She would not take for granted the fact that the others were with her in her room. It would take more than that to prove their innocence to her.

 

[Slayer]

Malcom was listening to the others reacting to the murder that had been committed.

Something is going on, and if it does not end fast, our corpses will float in space too. He thought to himself

He looked at the Duke and remembered the events that he saw earlier, involving the Duke. He remembered that when he arrived at 3:45, seeing his luggage in cabin 4. He then decided to take a look around the rest of the ship. He also saw the Duke arriving before him, insisting that his luggage would be switched from cabin 2 to cabin 8, the cabin next to Fae's. The Duke had let the droid carry his luggage, but the Duke carried his vibrosword. Then Malcom went back to his cabin, finding himself locked in it at 5:40 along with others in the same situation. Wey and Barb tried to get Khover's attention, with no success. When Malcom looked in the corridor when the doors unlocked, no one was there.

Coming back to the present, he turned to the Duke.

Duke, would you mind explaining to the audience why you switched from cabin 2 to cabin 8? And why you didn't let the droid carry your vibrosword?

This situation was becoming more and more weird

@Catalyst @Samwise @Raineyday88 @Darth Kain @Sith_Imperios @Mir @Cardun Vrek

 

[Cardun Vrek]

Mari K. Trairie
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Mari sat in silence for a moment as she read the message. Then, picking up a small pen and notepad, because, after all, she reasoned there might be a story in this, and it was her job to relay the stories to her readers. And with so many well known people on board, it could turn out to be a rather big story. She made her way to where the others were standing, smiling politely and nodding to each in turn. She listened closely as the others spoke, subtly jotting down what they were saying whilst making it seem like she wasn't. All the while, she replayed the events of that day in her own head, going through every step. Eventually when the others had stopped speaking, Mari decided to chime in with her version of the events, speaking with a semi-serious tone that she often took on when conducting interviews.

"Well, I was the last one to board at...let me think...4.40. I barely made it, I could almost actually feel the engines getting ready for take off as I settled into my cabin for the journey."

She took a short pause, glanced around at the others, then cleared her throat and continued.

"Lets see, around an hour later, at 5.40, I found out I was locked inside my cabin. I made my way into Barbs cabin with Malcom, Princess Idelle, and Weyland. Barb, Weyland and Malcolm all tried to get Khover's attention, but they did not seem to get any sort of response..."

She trailed off for a moment, glancing over at Khover.

"Perhaps you could tell us why you didn't hear any of us?"

And then, she glanced over at Belinda, smiling.

"I didn't see you around either, Belinda. Maybe you could explain to us all exactly what you were doing when we were all in Barb's cabin. After all...I can imagine things must've been troubling for you recently. From what I've been hearing that new book of yours might just spark up a huge scandal, with all that gossip about powerful people in high society. Would I be right in saying that, perhaps, you were sent a warning not to publish it? Maybe even threatened?"

(Tags: @Catalyst, @Samwise @Raineyday88 @Darth Kain @Admiral Volshe @DarthNoxia @Vaeluos Rilia)

 

[Admiral Volshe]

IC: The Duke

The Duke looked uncomfortable. He had not been listening, his mind whirling. He took a measured breath, looked up at the ones questioning him. They would not believe he kept his vibrosword for protection, despite the fact that it was the most intelligent thing to do. At least, given the situation. Between personal vendettas, politics, his standing...it never left his side.

"I apologize," he said, shifting uncomfortably. "My sword is priceless and sentimental. If you have not noticed, the staff were rather rough with my luggage. One even refused to load it onto the ship. Careless, unprofessional. And the moustache he sported was garish. Would you have trusted staff so incompetent?" He sighed. "Pardon me. That was...rude. I arrived at half past 3, they put me in the wrong cabin, and haven't even had time for a single drink. I was going to get one, after a quick stop to the 'fresher, and I spent precisely twenty five minutes locked in it, evidently right around the time this horrific fiasco occurred." His eyes slid to look at Khover, the last one he had seen before the suspicious refresher incident. "Who puts locks on the outside of ‘fresher doors?”

He folded his hands, but dropped them just as quickly.

“The only other soul I saw in that time was Khover. None of the others. And it is clear to me I was locked in. And locked in very much on purpose.” He quirked an irate eyebrow at the spy and sat back, lips in a firm line. He needed a cigarra.​

 

[DarthNoxia]

Weyland has been absolutely distraught when he heard the news. he simply sat staring into his glass of brandy. He should have broken down the door. Something. Anything. He gave a cough then turned to the commotion from the others. Brushing off his vest, he made his was beside Mari.

"That's right!" He said, "We tried to get Khover's attention."

He looked down and shot a glance at her notepad, wondering what she was writing down. Who hd she implicated in this whole affair? Had she made any connections?

His eyes were drawn up from Mari's notepad...he coughed once again. and turned back to the rest of the group, hoping she didn't notice...or did he? His eyes drifted to the Duke.

"Tell me, Duke, if that is your real name...(it wasn't) Why were you in such a rush to change cabins hmmmm?" He eyed the Duke suspiciously. "And the vibroblade! Let us see it! we should test it for blood!"

Suspicion was everywhere. It could have been Khover, or maybe it was the Duke working with Khover. Could it be a conspiracy? Wey's mind races with the possibilities. Then, his head hurt. He returned his gaze to Mari. Then to the Princess. Then Barbara. Now that he thought about it, being locked in the room under different circumstances wouldn't have been so bad. He shrugged to himself, then snapped out of it. There was a murder to solve he thought as his eyes once gan drifted to Mari's neckline...

-Captain Weyland Aweforce

 

[Admiral Volshe]

IC: The Duke

The Duke looked stupefied. “Schwäzhe. My name is Schwäzhe. Emphasis on the ‘zhe’. And, of course it has blood on it, Captain, er- well-,” he fell silent, forgetting the man’s last name. Captain? Captain *what* exactly? He sighed.

“It is a weapon. But it would not be our hostess’ blood, as you would find if you had a bioanalysis lab at your disposal. As for your other blatant accusation...Fae and I have a long, well, exciting history.” He tapped his fingers on his thigh, looked about the room, before his gaze centred. A curl fell to his forehead. He did not brush it away. “I do not know most of you, others I do not trust, and I was only willing to be in cabin eight. I had to pay the staff even more credits for them to relocate me, which I find deplorable. It was not exactly much work to accommodate, the scam artists. But I was in the refresher, locked in, when all this occurred. Whoever was in my cabin before me certainly could have set this up, but I did nothing except pace the refresher tile while the bastard killed her.” He eyed Khover yet again. The implication was clear.

 

[Samwise]

IC: Khover
Aboard the Desire​

Khover took note of the others accusing him, especially the Duke eyeing him intentionally. Khover looked down to his Savareen Brandy, taking another sip as it went down smoothly.

Khover spoke up when he finished the glass of brandy. Placing it down on the counter and stepping towards the Duke. “We are all here as invited guests. I have been invited just as you have been, and your implications are rather....”

Khover stopped at an arms length from the Duke. “Disturbing, if I do say so myself.“

Khover turned to face the others with a smile on his face.

“If you all must know, I boarded the ship at 2:45. I left my cabin at 3:30 for some fresh air. That’s when I noticed some young officer leave in a hurry.“

Khover frowns for a moment. “It pains me to say this, but I am disappointed that I cannot grow a mustache. Not as extravagant as that officer.“

A slight pause as Khover turns to face Mari.

“Though Mari, we all know that your stories are not entirely true. So please do give us a reason why we should believe you? It feels as if your stories appeal only to yourself, to what benefits yourself.“

@Catalyst @Admiral Volshe @Cardun Vrek @DarthNoxia @Slayer @Vaeluos Rilia @Raineyday88

 

[Darth Kain]

IC: Princess Idelle Chattre
Aboard the Desire​

The princess watched as the others began to tear at each other like rabid wolves, their claws and teeth replaced with accusations and words. A small - very small - part of her wanted to be above such terrible behavior. To unite the others in their common goal: to find this killer and go about their business. To out the killer, restrain them, and toss them out of the nearest airlock. It was a noble goal, surely. More so than simply attacking one another, hoping to find the killer by way of mutual destruction.

But that was only a small part of her.

"This is appropriate," said the princess, regarding Khover's accusation against Mari - that vile liar. "She has a history of distorting so little information into so grandiose a story, no matter how full of lies it truly is. I have not forgotten when she did exactly that; reporting on my home country, not even bothering to question me on what my life is like and instead opting for fiction." She scoffed. "As if I would answer such dubious questions."


"But," Idelle sighed, "she is not our only suspect. Tell me, do you not all agree that all information we know should be revealed? After all, this is the most dire of situations. What of you, Malcolm? I have paid you a great deal to supply weapons for my home's armies. Have you not been able to smuggle in a weapon of your own, perhaps? A weapon to kill our beloved host? Or what of Belinda? I know you are afraid for your life, what with the new book you are releasing. I have also heard… that you carry a weapon in your bag because of it. Let us see it!"

Her eyes shifted, as if she only now remembered something that, once, did not seem entirely important. Now it seemed as important as breathing.

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"I also find myself remembering a canvas bag in Captain Weyland's closet. And the faintest whiff of perfume…" She paused, allowing the implication to fall upon the room like a patch of fog. "What is in that bag, Captain? I hope it is not anything incriminating, for your sake."

TAGS: @Catalyst, @Admiral Volshe, @Cardun Vrek, @DarthNoxia, @Slayer, @Vaeluos Rilia, @Raineyday88, @Samwise

 

[DarthNoxia]

IC: Weyland

The bickering was giving him a headache, or perhaps that was the hangover. Wey put his fingers to his temples. The canvass sack. It had indeed been in his closet. "That's the last time I saw the sack was in my closet. And given how much perfume I smell in this very room, I have no doubt you could smell it a mile away!" He said to the Princess with mild irritation in his voice. Women and their perfume. He glanced at Barbara. Hers was strongest of all of them.

"And as for the Duke...Shwah-ZEEEEE," He put an inordinent amount of emphasis on the 'zee' "I heard he has hired Khover as a secret agent!" Wey streched out a hand pointing his finger at the Duke. "...and the Princess had an agent too ...Fae!" His russet eyes widened with accusation. As a Captain it is within my purview to obtain certain information, and I will also have everyone know that both of their countries are building armies for some great military venture. What exactly is that venture, hmmmm?" He looked back and forth between the Duke and the Princess. It brought satisfaction to him to be able to have incriminating information about the two of them. He would not have their accusations ruining his reputation within the military. " I have no doubt that you two would have started your own war had the Galactic Civil War not started." What say you both now?"

"Not only that, oh no. The plot thickens like a batch of mess hall bantha stew...I have further information that Mal sells weapons on the black market! Who, with the credits to do so, would benefit from black market weaponry, I ask you...yes, you!" He gestured vaguely.

Wey strode over to Belinda and looked down at her. My dear, didn't you once have a partner named Poul-a Roti? What happened to them? I seem to remeber somthing about mysterious circumstances and death. Yes, mysterious death. Are you not now the sole owner of your business?" he raised his eyebrows.

 

[Cardun Vrek]

IC: Mari

Mari looked Khover dead in the eye as he launched accusations at her. It was time to reveal what she knew, and then maybe the Devorian would realise that she did her research. She turned to face the 'Princess' as she threw her own weight behind the accusation that Mari's stories were simple fiction, and that she simply made up facts to better suit her agenda.

Oh, the irony...

She smiled at the captain as he began making his own accusations towards the Duke and the 'Princess' and their respective agents. She had noticed that he had been 'admiring' her when she entered. Might as well use that to her advantage.

"Tell me, why should we believe a word that you say, Khover? I know for a fact, through my research, that you are a Rebel Spy, and that you run a little espionage business on the side. Why should we trust the word of a professional liar? Isn't that what spying and espionage is? Convincing people to trust you whilst you secretively work against them? Interesting that Idelle's agent, if Fae was her agent, should mysteriously die when someone such as yourself is onboard. Your Grace, if you have hired this man as your agent as the Captain says, I wouldn't trust him to not have some other agenda."

She addressed that last remark towards the Duke.

"You may have noticed that I didn't call Idelle 'Her Royal Highness', but I addressed the Duke as 'His Grace'. Thats because whilst researching you both, I came across a document. A rather interesting Document. I heard the rumour at one of Barbra's parties, because after all, that's where all the best gossip comes from. I got my hands on an ancestry report concerning the lineage of Idelle Chattre. It turns out, that although her line has ruled for eight hundred years, the progenitor of her line, Prince Indless Chattre, was, in fact, illegitimate, and therefore ineligible to inherit the throne. Therefore, she's no more a Princess than I am an Empress. It turns out that the rightful heir to line of Nonnes Taupe Chattre is not Idelle Chattre, but the living descendant of Nonnes' second born and legitimate son Cennslus. And that man is right here in this room. That man is Duke Schwazhe B. U. Klare. So, one has to wonder, If I could get my hands on the report which confirms the illegitimacy of Idelle's line, who else got their hands on it? Perhaps our dear Princess was willing to do anything to keep her little secret from coming out. Perhaps Fae knew the truth, after all, if the Captain is correct, she was your agent, Idelle. Maybe she was going to betray your secret."

Mari let silence fall upon the room as she spoke this revelation, waiting to see what the reaction would be.

(Tags: @Catalyst, @Darth Kain @DarthNoxia @Vaeluos Rilia @Slayer @Raineyday88 @Samwise @Admiral Volshe)

 

[Vaeluos Rilia]

IC: Belinda Screete

Belinda was used to people at her throat at this point, even so, the accusations grew exhausting.

"To answer your question, Mari, I was locked in my room like the rest of you. I attempted to get Khover and the Duke's attention and got no answer from either. For a reporter," Belinda paused, glaring at Mari, "you really should learn to listen. Maybe my book wouldn't be so controversial if the subjects didn't engage in such behavior to make it so."

Belinda turned to address Idelle, a smirk appearing on her face. "Oh really? You want to suspect me? Or are you just starting to get uncomfortable because Mari is onto something. I was doing a dress fitting for one of your precious little hand maidens and she was quite the talker." She paused again, letting the suspense build, "So, Idelle, your meeting with the geneology researcher didn't go to well did it?" She stopped, looking up and to her left, recalling a memory. "What was it your handmaiden said you said? Oh yes, I remember now. You said that you had better move quickly or you would really have that Duke at your throat. End quote. You are also looking quite young for your age. I guess that month at a beauty resort on Ithor has served you quite well."

Belinda sighed, this all was tiresome but she wasn't done yet. "Speaking of the Duke, how are those plans to invade Idelle's country coming along? I bet this throws a metaphorical wrench into those hmmm?"

"Now if we are done with these idle accusations let's move onto something more logical." She turned back to Khover, "I have heard you and Fae were at each other's throats. Being competitors in the spy business can get quite messy can't it?"

Belinda stood and watched the group's reactions to what she had shared.

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[Admiral Volshe]

IC: The Duke

While his eyes scanned the chaotic back and forth of the room, the Duke subtly reached for a crystal decanter - topped with a little glint of corusca and aurodium - pouring it into a similarly gold-rimmed glass. He waited for a moment they all stopped chattering. By the time they had, his little glass of Corellian brandy had very nearly been drained. He set it aside.

"It is true Khover has both an espionage business, and works for the Rebel Alliance. He usually works out of Coruscant, even. That is an avenue that must be followed. At least, I believe it should be." He narrowed his eyes. "I know well that Fae and he both had their differences." He stopped, shook his head once. "Differences is too kind a word. I would call it competition."

He then turned to face Mari, his drink reacquired. He swirled it, then stood taller and smiled. "If she was worried about her secret being revealed, why would she kill Fae? Would she not have killed you? You know, the loose-lipped woman who interviewed me, and has now blurted every last detail before it had a chance to be seen on the Holonet?"

He then turned to pour a second glass, the amber liquid flowing as easily as his next accusation. "But what concerns me more, is not those of us with obvious motive. There are some of us who seem to be hiding something. A skeleton in a closet. Dirty laundry in a trunk, waiting to be aired. A trunk I had to move, along with Mal - two trunks. Idelle's, and Barbara's."

"They would not allow us to open them. Perhaps they would like to let us know why the contents of their trunks are such a secret?"

He held out the second glass to Idelle, a glimmer in his eye. "Corellian?"

 

[Samwise]

IC: Khover


"Tell me why should we believe a word you say, Khover? I know for a fact, through my research, that you are a Rebel Spy, and that you run a little espionage business on the side. Why should we trust the word of a professional liar? Isn't that what saying and espionage is? Convincing people to trust you whilst you secretly work against them?" Khover began to listen to Mari go off about him. Tuning out the rest of her accusations.


Khover carefully listened to each person before him before speaking up once more. Walking over to the counter to pick up a bottle of brandy, pouring it neatly into a glass. "Well." He chuckled as he looked at Mari.


"You truly are a work of art Mari."


Khover poured another glass in front of him. Placing the bottle down on the counter.


"Even with your so-called research, you are as smart as a bantha. I had no ill will against anyone here on the ship, but to just make my way back home to keep my business going. Although, if I do recall correctly, your paper that you wrote."


Khover picked up one of the glass of brandy. Taking a sip from it.


"Although entertaining, the sexual scandals in high levels of the Galactic Senate. I am pretty sure that it complicates Fae. So tell us all, why did she invite you on board if it complicated her? You are a writer. To get the truth out. Whose truth are you telling? Yours? Or some made up truth to get readers to read your papers? Telling them some ludicrous story to keep you away from trouble. Perhaps you killed her and are trying to frame one of us. Most likely frame me. For whatever reason, I do not know."


Khover walked closer to Mari to offer the second glass of brandy that he poured in front of everyone. "Care to have a drink as you explain to us all of your intentions being on board?"


His attention turned to Barbra as he recalled the Duke mentioning about her trunk not being allowed to be opened by others. "Or could it be you that killed Fae, Barbra. Your parties tend to gather folks who are good at hiding things. Did you plan for Fae to be killed after graciously allowing us all on board her ship? If we check your trunks. Will there be any molds of weapons with a missing weapon?"


Khover pivoted his head to look to the Duke.


"As for you sir. You are only after me to try and save your own skin. Even with the poor pay you brought forth. I can care less about you and the princess over there being at each other throats."

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