Ianmar Thul Posted February 14, 2022 Share Posted February 14, 2022 Ianmar sprang from his bed, the cold sweat clung to his skin as it chilled him, reminding him that he was still alive. Yes. Still alive when everyone else he knew and loved was slaughtered at Exegol. Still, hiding from the Empire on a Core World may have sounded insane to some (okay, to most) but he knew sometimes the easiest way to stay invisible was to simply hide in plain sight. The lightning crashed outside sending in a white flash across his room that matched the shape of the twenty centimeter tall, one meter wide slit on the wall that made up his window, granting him a grand, dark view of the Corellian slums in all their after hour, neon glory. He had to get moving, he had a contact to meet with. He rose from his bed, which slid into the wall the moment it didn't have his weight on it. Still not quite aware after the nightmare Ianmar stood there a moment collecting himself for the evening ahead of him. The slight pulsing of repulsors alerted him to the other presence in the room, when a floating sphere, about the size of human head, pulsed up, centering its single photo-receptor lens on Ianmar. "BEEP-BEEP-BEEP-BEEP!" "I'm up, Deezle." Ianmar smiled as the droid sphere's receptor stopped pulsing red and it turned off its inter chronometer wake up call programming. He palmed the floating droid, pushing it away so he could go about his routine. "I'm up." The rain dumped from the sky but it didn't seem to dissuade the throngs of people who moved about the slums all bearing the the strange neon hues of of the reflected lights and speeders hummed past and all manner of alien species went about their lives as best they could under the watchful of oppression of the Sith Empire. He pulled his collar up to the storm and made his way to the meeting place, D3-ZL hovered not far off as shoulder height. There was a definite chill in the air, not just something that could be traced to the feeling Ianmar felt. Exgol had been so painful. Exgol had been... controversial. For all that Leia Organa-Solo's reputation held prestige and weight, there had been a fair number of those against her proposed assault. Some of it came from her long disappearance, as those bitter at what they saw as her abandonment of the cause resented her taking the lead. Others were concerned about throwing the dice at an all-but unknown system with unknown defenses, with the bulk of the Resistance's strength. Yet more were fearful, that even victory would not end the Emperor for good, that Sheev Palpatine could keep the Sith Empire running all the same. In the end, his parents were the voices most in support of Leia's, that carried the day. Perhaps, it was because in the end, she was Leia Organa above all, the former Senator and Princess of Alderaan, and they would have followed her thus to the end of the universe. Ianmar had been of mixed feelings. High risk, high reward. Now following disaster, Ianmar had to carry on and rebuild over this past year. Various cells had been warned to lay low even as the Resistance fleet departed for Exgol. Ianmar had personally helped weave much of the web, and so while Sith retaliation and Imperial Intelligence had burned many parts, other groups linked to the Resistance had survived. Stopping briefly at a vendor's outdoor and umbrella-covered stand, Ianmar purchased a small sweet pastry, sugar-covered but with twisting rolls. Hidden on Corellia, Ianmar had set himself the task of finding out what metaphorical folds and layers also remained of the Resistance, and how to reconnect them. Though much like the Alliance's Sector Forces, acting with flexibility and local knowledge - the Resistance still needed a measure of central direction and coordination. Divided, the Empire would have crushed them. T'Chelk, the Sullustan he was meeting, was one such intermediary. T'Chelk provided a communication link to Resistance operations on Sullust, and with it, sympathizers within SoroSuub. Nothing to sneer at. Everything had been carefully confirmed first. Against all the technology and weight of resources the Empire could bring, the Resistance had often relied on the simplest and oldest countermeasures. For example, the messages arranging this meet were encoded with the use of one-time pads, so that sheer chance made attempts at decryption futile. The meet point was in the shadow of a half-functioning public fountain, where the water still had enough gush to create some white noise. Still, Ianmar (plus D3-ZL) were keeping their eyes open. All the same, as he rounded the corner past some strip club blaring loud music, he felt reasonably sure the Empire wouldn't crash their meeting. Life went on, and so did the Resistance. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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