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Sor-Jan Xantha

Sor-Jan Xantha

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In Topic: Night to Remember | CIS Dominion of Stewjon (S,50)

20 April 2018 - 11:27 PM

Hologaming?

 

The youngling perked up immediately. Yes, he could discuss HoloNet service contracts. Yes, he could talk through the intricacies of O/S Cresh. But when it came to having a passion, hologaming was always at the top of his list.

 

"Manifest Destiny? Then he'd probably love Event horizon: Zero Dawn," the boy offered, the enthusiasm coming through as the youngling seemed to almost be bouncing as he spoke. "It has aspects of action gaming and puzzle-solving. And if he'd be interested in multiplayer, player-versus-player combat, there's also World of Build-a-Bear Knights."

 

As the conversation shifted to Srina's role in the Confederacy, the drop of the word apprentice caused the child to mellow slightly. There was an odd mixture of both mirth and sadness, a Cheshire Cat smile ghosting across the youngling's face as he contemplated both the familiar frustration and humble surrender to reality that he could hear behind her words.

 

"Don't underestimate the apprentice," the boy offered, in an almost whimsical way. Visions of Thisspiasians and Twi'leks danced in his eyes. Infuriating, headstrong, willful people who were the bane of Sor-Jan's life as a padawan and a knight respectively.

 

And there had been no better friends.

 

And, in the case of his apprentice, no better Jedi either.

 

"We are all beholden to something," the young Anzat remarked finally, as his brooding thawed to return back where he was. As he looked back at the woman, he offered this advice. "Once, I was a Jedi Knight who answered to the will of the Council. Now, I'm a businessman who answers to the will of the board of directors. So, in that sense, nothing's changed."

 

At the invitation to order food, Sor-Jan indulged by ordering the highest culinary masterpiece known to man.

 

Bantha nuggets.

 

As he waited for the basket of bantha nuggets and fries to arrive, the question turned to his age. No doubt, between talking about hologaming to apprentices, he had pierced the veil of his usual juvenile demeanor for something a little less cute.

 

"A simple question with a... complicated answer."

 

Srina Talon


In Topic: Expedition: Dragonflower | CIS Dominion of Hex (T, 43)

20 April 2018 - 10:07 PM

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[ Corellia Digital ship Odyssey in orbit of planet Druckenwell ]

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While Corellia Digital's so-called self-defense force was comprised of a mixture of Firemane and Kuat Drive System dreadnoughts, it's core exploration force was steadfastly Mon Calamari. Originally composed of just three MC42 Ruisto-class exploration frigates, that force had grown to become part of a paradigm that was known to the corporate board as the triad.

 

At the foundation of the triad was the company's shipping and commercial freighters, which constituted the bulk of Corellia Digital's interstellar traffic.

 

Second, as a result of the repeated attacks on their shipping, was the self-defense force. Vindica- and Venator-class star destroyers, supported by Recusant-class light destroyers, Sasori Hammerhead-class cruisers, and Jast First Rate pocket carriers.

 

But the heart of the triad were the ship's that pushed the boundaries of known space, mapping new trade routes and opening new possibilities for trade in an age of rediscovery and war. The MC80b, Odyssey, was the lead ship of that group. With a crew gathered from the Kathol Outback, the Levantine Astronautical Academy, and the Underground, they were the epitome of fringe explorers.

 

As such, being in orbit of a Mid-Rim planet was something of a disappointment. The Odyssey and it's crew had been routed north along the Corellian Trade Spine in order to deliver several trade and tax documents to the company's financial institution on the planet of Druckenwell. There, they had also undergone several crew rotations.

 

Captain Maddick had departed the Odyssey for command of one of the company's Recusant-class destroyers, a move that seemed typical of the corporate board to rotate the officers of the shipping, exploration, and combat ships in order to spread those knowledge, skills, and experience among the different platforms.

 

Horatio Janis had arrived as the Odyssey's new first officer, arriving from one of the Liorre-class superfreighters. The man stood on the bridge, receiving reports and tracking the vessel's status as he anxiously awaited the arrival of the Odyssey's new master and commander.

 

The stores had all been on-loaded. All departing crew had voyaged off. All expected crew were being checked aboard. Engineering reported all systems nominal. Once the captain arrived, the Odyssey would be ready to depart.

 

"Commander Janis, the hangar bay reports that the captain has arrived and is en route to the bridge."

 

Janis stiffened slightly at the news. Recovering his composure quickly, the man remarked, "Excellent." Hesitating only a moment, he started to ask, "Did the hangar report who we should expec..."

 

Behind him, the heavy blast doors could be heard opening as the mag-locks disengaged. The entry parted to allow passage, the biometric sensors having detected a corporate identicard that allowed access to the restricted area of the ship's command and control center.

 

A pair of dark trousers with a Corellian bloodstripe down the sides. A white, banded-collar shirt dressed his torso. A short, Corellian green cape hung from off his shoulders -- a trade off between the Jedi robes of his former life and the spacer's jacket of his personal preference. Soft, Selonian half-boots moved quietly across the deck plates, as the small Anzat youngling made his way across the bridge.

 

Janis blanched at recognition of the corporation's Chief Executive Officer, stumbling over his words as he managed to blurt out, "Gen... General Xantha, we... are delighted at your presence." Seriously. What the Hutt was the company president doing here?

 

Bowing slightly, the boy merely took the greeting in stride. "Are all stations ready to depart?" the child asked, curiously.

 

Janis blanched slightly more at the question. The company present couldn't possibly be intending to take them out? Coughing, Janis cleared his throat before managing to say, "At your command, General."

 

The boy gave only a nod, before walking to the edge of the command platform that overlooked the massive, dome-shaped bridge. A large, oval shaped transparisteel window peered out into the vastness of space, with the glow of Druckenwell illuminating the lower portion. One hand on the guardrail, the boy turned and looked back at the man. "Mister Janis, you were a navigator on one of the Liorres?"

 

The company president knew his name? Swallowing, Janis stiffened as he answered formally, "The Yamato, sir."

 

An enigmatic, Cheshire Cat smile ghosted along the little vampire's face. "Have you ever piloted a starcruiser out of orbit, Mister Janis?"

 

"No, sir."

 

The child merely beckoned toward Janis, before wordlessly turning and facing out toward the transparisteel porthole.

 

No pressure. No pressure at all. "Very good, sir," Janis squeaked, as he turned to issue commands down the well deck below them. "Hyperdrive core to power. Standby braking thrusters," the man issued, pausing a moment before adding, "Ion drive, ahead one-quarter power."

 

It was another moment before the affirmation came from below. "Ion drive, one-quarter power, sir."

 

Beyond the window out into space, the planet Druckenwell fell away from view. As the stars seemed to tilt and change perspective, the voice of the navigator trickled up as they heard, "We are clear of Druckenwell orbit and free to maneuver. What course shall I set, sir?"

 

Janis gave a sigh of relief. "Make your course for Silver Sta..."

 

"That will be all, Mister Janis," the boy intoned simply, before raising his voice and announcing, "This is General Xantha, I have the bridge."

 

"Very good, sir," Janis answered with a short nod. "Odyssey is yours to command, General."

 

A slight wave of one hand triggered a nearby intercom. Turning to peer around the bridge, the boy said, "Command Odyssey, this is Sor-Jan Xantha. I know that many of you were looking forward to making port at Silver Station, but I'm afraid that I must you to wait just a little longer."

 

Droids and humanoids alike were now peering up at the walkway as the boy continued. "Some time ago, the Confederacy of Independent Systems located a planet inside the Dragonflower Nebula," Sor-Jan noted, letting that revelation linger before he plunged on. "It appears on no star charts. There are no known or established communications with this world, it's history, or it's people... if there are any."

 

He was working with explorers. Fringers. People who liked walking the line where the map ended.

 

And now he had their attention.

 

"...let's go be part of history," the boy noted simply. "Xantha out."

 

As he stepped back to the edge of the walkway, leaning against the railing, the child said, "Helm, make my course two-eight-seven mark five."

 

"Two-eight-seven mark five, aye, sir."

 

"The hyperdrive core at nominal power levels. Diagnostics are green, sir."

 

"Navi-computer route calculated, General. Hyperdrive at your command."

 

"Punch it."

 

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In Topic: Night to Remember | CIS Dominion of Stewjon (S,50)

18 April 2018 - 05:58 AM

 

The child beamed as the woman responded with a greeting of her own.

 

He liked this Srina person. She seemed nice.

 

"I'm the perfect age for Corellia Digital," the youngling answered, clearly in jest as he added, "Haven't you noticed that kids are way better with computers than are?"

 

The smile as he delivered the punchline lit up his eyes, pristine and clear as a cloudless sky. He could appear both cute and disarming. Which could be disquieting if one realized that the cause for his chubby cheeks were the proboscis organs concealed there, evolved for the task of picking apart the humanoid brain while still in the skull.

 

"We offer the full range of telecommunications services," the boy stated, his exuberance only highlighted by the animated gestures of his hands as he spoke. "Need another subspace radio line installed for your home, space station or ship? Ready to upgrade to a faster, more reliable HoloNet connection? We've got you covered from the Kathol Outback to the Core Worlds to the Mara-Parlemian Trade Corridor and the Tingel Arm."

 

This was a terror unlike any other. The mighty midget who felled the cortorsis wielding Yinchorri. The clone breaker who had walked through the flames of Order 66. This was... Sor-Jan the Salesman. "But, you've got a fast, reliable connection to the HoloNet... now what?" the boy posed, rhetorically, as he shifted the sales pitch from communications to subscription based services. "We've got you covered there, too. Do you like to stream holovids and movies? Our Holoflix service makes it easy to watch your shows where ever you are, on whatever device you choose."

 

But what would you stream on? He had that covered, too. "And if you need devices, we have a wide range of option for yourself, your starcruiser, home, speeder, or star destroyer."

 

He didn't know if she had a star destroyer or not, but it was a good line.

 

Plus, she might. He owned a company that, at first, just made datacards. And he had a whole fleet of star destroyers now. Speaking of which, "We've got hologame platforms and holo-entertainment options for the whole family," the boy said, underplaying the products that had fueled the rebirth of Corellia Digital in the modern era. Instead, he turned the conversation to it's newest foray in light of the repeated confrontations with the First Order along the Corellian Trade Spine. "And if you're worried about pirates attacking while you're out in the interstellar medium, we've even got a fleet of battle droids from starfighters to escort frigates."

 

Whew.

 

That had been a lot. As animated as he was, the boy was slightly out of breath and red-faced as he concluded the off-the-cuff delivery about Corellia Digital.

 

Had he come here alone?

 

"It's just me," the boy answered, lowering his voice slightly as he confided in the woman. "Trying to get my staff to leave the Corellian System is like trying to get a Mandalorian to take off their armor."

 

Of course, it was Corellia. Why would you ever want to leave? Other than the massive bar tab, huge gambling debt, possible outstanding fugitive warrant, or worse... tax collector looking to audit you.

 

But, enough about talking Corellia Digital. Or, talking about him, rather. Sor-Jan had come here to talk about Corellia Digital and the Confederacy. Might as well toss a fishing line out into the proverbial water. "Plus, we have a subsidiary on Druckenwell, so it seemed like getting to know the Confederacy might be past due," the boy offered, before turning the conversation back toward the woman, as she led him to one side.

 

"And yourself? What do you do, Miss Talon?" the child inquired curiously, as he joined her at the table.

 

Srina Talon


In Topic: Introducing...Conquests!

17 April 2018 - 06:09 PM

Valiens Nantaris

 

Thank you for the clarification.


In Topic: Introducing...Conquests!

17 April 2018 - 06:04 PM

 

INVOLVING THIRD PARTIES

  • Companies and Minor Factions may participate only if they have a preexisting established interest in the hex that is the target of a Conquest. Their participation will not be included in judging.

 

Curious to elaborate on this point.

 

If I were to participate in a CIS conquest (as an example of a MF to which I'm a member), would that count as a company (not included in judging) or as a major faction member (included in judging)? Because I'm both, but my character has no governmental role for the CIS. I'm just the East India Trading Company riding dirty on star destroyers.