The Rebel Faction

"You know, I could really get used to this. My father must have had the easiest most luxurious life possible considering he didn't have to build any of this. lucky son of a gun inherited it."

She rested her hands on the table top and checked her nails before looking back up at the two men standing before her. One she knew as a long time employee of the company. He had been as faithful to the corporation as possible until she had gotten him to help her take control. He would be the one that got them into the capitol building so they could effctively take control of Terres and get her plans going to start the largest crime syndicate in the galaxy. And they would have the power, the personnel and vessels, to do all the damage they thought possible.

"Your father was indeed lucky, madame. He was, as you have said, weak however. Despite that, we've discovered a few things he seemed to have a decent handle on. His assets, for instance."

"Yes, I read that file. Tons of weapons stored all over the planet. Secret troops kept hidden away with the weapons, spies inside multi-planet fations, and so on. He was at least semi-good at something."

The other man, a large, burly looking individual, stood there, tight-lipped as usual. He was a hitman that sh had hired a few times before to do some routine jobs she needed done in order to get where she was now. Now, she had an even bigger job for him to handle, but one she felt was well in his grasp. This was a man who had taken on a rancor rather fearlessly. Survived just barely, but survived none the less. He was a man many people looked up to for his courag and bravery.

"For you I have a most difficult task."

"I can handle anything."

"So you've said. In two days, Gren here will gain you access to the capitol building. From there you must find the Council of Six. Take them out and then alert me. I will then make a formal address of our take over of control. Understand?"

"Yes, of course."

"Good. Two days, gentlemen. Get busy."

The first day went by without much in the way of incident. A handful of disgruntles employees had to be taken care of, but that was their own fault for protesting. Protesting was not on her list of favorite activities and as such Jules wasn't inclined to tolerate it. The deaths of the protestors were quick and very painful. Just the way she always wanted it to be.

The bodies of the forty or so protestors were packed into a huge furnace and burn to a crisp. There hadn't even been any bone fragments left for anyone to identify. Jules had sat in the office at the top of the tower looking out the window at the magnificent view the whole time it was going on. There were much more important things on her mind than the deaths of a handful of little peons that could be replaced at a moments notice if need be.

The Parliamentary building was only a few blocks away from her tower and she watched as people walked in and out of it like it was a store. In one more day many of those people would be killed as an example of what it meant to stand up to the De'Moor's. She would have her seat in the power position, controlling a planet. Though she would use a puppet ruler to do so in order to make things better for Cryon Corporation.

"Ma'am?"

Jules slowly turned her seat around, away from the window, and scooted herself up to the desk. Laying her hands on the table she eyed the young woman that was standing in the door way and looking like she was so scared she might wet herself. She should be anyways just because she was speaking to Jules.

"What?" she said coldly.

"The.. uh.. the chief of Terres Security is here to see you regarding the... disappearances of some of our staff..."

"Send Gren in and then wait five minutes before you let the chief come in."

The woman nodded and left the room as quickly as she had come in. A few moments late Gren entered the room silently and walked over to stand next to Jules, his eyes on the door. Gren already knew what was going to happen in the room. It was the same situation that they had planned for a thousand times over.

Five minutes passed and the Chief of Terres Security walked into the room, alone and with his hat under one arm. Jules offered the man a cordial, but forced, smile and motioned for him to sit down in the chair across the desk from her. The Chief smiled at her and obliged her by taking the offered seat which subsequently made the room shake a bit. The Chief of Terres Security was a big man.

"How may I help you, Chief Branson?"

"Well, Ms. De'moor, I'm sure you know about the disappearances of about forty of your staff. We've been getting calls all day about how they haven't come home on time. We wanted to know if you knew anything about their whereabouts."

"I certainly do know of their whereabouts, Chief Branson."

"Then you can tell me where they are?"

"No, Chief Branson. I'm afraid that I cannot do that. You see, their whereabouts are a secret I would like to keep to myself and if I went and told you where they were I would have to have you killed. So I wont tell you that right now as we speak their bodies are being burned in a large furnace over in one of our factories." She paused for a moment to let what she said sink in. "Whoops, I shouldn't have told you that. Good bye, Chief Branson."

A blaster bolt from Gren's sidearm hit the man right in the forehead. The Chief's head snapped backwards first, and then his whole body slumped forward onto the desk. Jules watched it all happen with a smile. Things were going exactly as planned and now that the Chief of Security was out of the way it was only a matter of time before the planet was hers to control.

"Umm.. you mean Ms. De'Moor? She isn't married so she can't be a Mrs..."

The man was more than a little afraid of this huge alien standing before him. He was so terrified that if he didn't have a little more control of himself he might have pissed his pants. Fortunately, he was very aware of the fact that he wasn't the only one around.

"I... I'll let her know you're here.." he squeeked out as he pulled out his comm unit and called inside to the receptionist. He waited for about ten minutes or so before someone responded that he should bring the man up the tower to Ms. De'Moor's office. "If you will follow me."

The guard smiled, in a forced manner, and led the two of them through the main doors to the tower. They passed through the foyer and towards the turbolifts. Entering one, it was up to the second to the last floor in the building. When they stepped out, the door to Ms. De'Moor's office opened and a couple of men carrying a body walked out, bumping into the people exiting the turbolift.

"'Scuse us, gentlemen."

The men with the body moved past the newcomers and into the turbolift. Meanwhile, the guard moved over to the receptionist and spoke a few words with her. She in turn motioned for Tir and his bodyguard to take a seat.

"She'll be right with you, gentlemen. Please take a seat."

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"I've never heard of Tir Esias before. Does he come up on any of the lists Gren?"

The man just shook his head and handed her the datapad. The list of people that worked for the government which she had down on her black list did not include a man named Tir Esias. In fact, none of the list of government employees included someone named Tir Esias.

"So he's not from around here. Maybe he's one of fathers business associates or something."

She tapped a finger to her lip and turned away from the window to face the room once more. After pacing back and forth behind the desk for a few moments, she sat down in her chair and let her hands lay on the desk in front of her.

"Gren, assume your usual position. I have no intention of killing this man until I know who he is. Remain on your guard, however."

The man took a few steps over towards her, standing in the same position that he had stood in when they had killed the Chief of Terres security. The mans blood had been completely cleaned off the desk which was now thoroughly pristine. Just like it had been before. Jules pushed a button on her comlink.

"Send the two gentlemen in."

"What I plan to do in the next 24 hours should be what concerns you. However, what I do in that time frame only concerns me, Gren here, and a handful of other people." She smiled slightly. "Until I'm done anyway. Then it might concern the entire galaxy."

Considering that she didn't know this man, or who he represented for that matter, she had no intention of telling him what her plans entailed. They were meant for only a select few people and she knew better than to tell someone she didn't know. Her plans were precarious enough as it was.

"To tell anyone outside of my circle what I plan to do in the next day would be folley on my part. It would completely ruin anything I had planned."

She leaned back in her chair and eyed the man with a curious expression. Not knowing who this man was concerned her. For that matter she didn't even know what species his companion was. The.. thing.. was a brute. Easily bigger than Gren was though she suspected that Gren would at least give the beast a run for its money.

A slight drumming noise pierced the air as her fingers drummed on the desk with an easily discernable pattern. She didn't know what to make of this man or why he was so interested in the status of Cryon Corporation. So he had come to see her father, that meant little to her. Her father was a so called behemoth in the Corporate world. But he had been weak and now she was his successor.

"Mr. Esias... May I inquire as to who you represent and why exactly you are so intent on learning what I plan? I can understand that the status of Cryon Corporation might concern you when my father was in charge, but I assure you things will be different now that I have taken over."

"Is that so? I think you'll find that I am more resourceful than you believe."

Jules chuckled slightly. This man distinctly interested her because of the audacity of what he had to say. He was by far the most different person that she had ever met. Though, she had the feeling that he was more like her than she wanted to believe.

"I have more than one plan of action available to me. More than more than one if I want to exaggerate enough. You underestimate the power of the military force that I have at my disposal."

She tapped a finger against her chin, and then lifted her other hand and clicked her fingers. Moments later someone appeared out of the shadows and handed her a glass of clear liquid. It was water, her second favorite drink. Her first was Corellian Fire Whiskey.

"You interest me with the audacity that you have to come up here and tell me what will and what won't work. What particularly interests me is your beliefe that without you I will not be able to go through with my plan."

A slight smile graced her lips.

"I am interested in hearing why and how you can help us."