A Low And Ominous Thunder

[Gorm]

Enter a dark, smog filled city scape- a world barren of character and to outsiders-any and all culture-Skako.

We transition to a tall, bland looking tower-acid rain pelting its walls in the night-from the top, a faint light revealing a moving faint figure, mechanical in nature, all around battle-droids patrolled mindlessly.

Gorm, deep in thought, paced to and fro from on the balcony overlooking his office courtyard. Contemplating, dreaming, scheming-frustrated as to what to do and more importantly, how to actually do it. For too long his people had been scorned, used and ultimately wiped from memory. In times most recently past, the peoples of the universe revered the prowess of Skakoan made Automata and works. Disease-cured, poverty-eliminated, profits- limitless and most importantly- Power; Absolute Power.

His kinsmen were weak-willed and proud, but certainly capable enough to know a good head when they saw one-at least thats why he thought the Skakoan people trusted Gorm, that and the limitless usefulness of good propaganda as well of course, actual results. That, and a lot of credits and schmoozing to big-wigs who think and act small time and soon enough, Gorm found, one could be rolling in it.

Now that he'd secured his place on Skako however, Gorm was at a loss as to proceed-he had been successful in bringing about the fledgling Corporate Sector Alliance, but little had been yet achieved-his friends in high places were already busy forging alliances, gaining contracts and bringing new systems to the cause. All of this is well and good Gorm grimaced-but there needs to be something more substantial. Something bold needed to be done that no one would suspect.

Gorm continued to puzzle, from his balcony he made his way to his chambers-plans had to be made and fast-but where, how-to what degree?

Gorm opened his holo-receiver- he had to contact Herr, his most powerful confidant, the dark Lady Kay perhaps or even his Sith friends like Dravis or Darth Kentarch-their religion was wonky and hard to fully believe and embrace, but he knew they were respected and feared for a reason.

Gorm sent a transmission to his flurry of closest associates "This is Gorm. We must coordinate and prepare for action. Respond post-haste." What that action will be is yet to be ascertained. He contacted them for this exact purpose. Gorm was fitful, something had to happen, their presence had to be felt in someway.

[member="Herr Vanderhing"] [member="Dravis Rosilla"] [member="Vitor Avendahl"]

 

[Herr Vanderhing]

One of the Viceroy's aides informed Vanderhing of the transmission. Gorm had been lucky, the Viceroy hadn't a single meeting or such tonight. The only thing the Viceroy had been doing that day in fact was sitting lazily across his throne. So, the Neimoidian set out to visit his cohort on Skako in order to plan for the future. He came to the planet's surface with a small protective fleet and arrived at the Skakoan's tower, eager to discuss plans for the future. Being truthful, the Viceroy had no plans. He was mostly drifting about feebly attempting to make powerful allies. He himself wielded great power, but he seemed unable to truly fit anywhere else in the galaxy. He despised the Republic, the Mandalorians were laughable, the First Order was below him, the Empire was racist, and...... Seriously? The Silver Jedi or the Sith?..... No..... Just no..... It wasn't a preferable situation for the Viceroy, that seemed to be the only thing that was clear lately. What he was included in, the Corporate Sector, he found to be respectable and moderately enjoyable..... Though like he, it seemed that there was a problem with where it was heading. As the Viceroy arrived at the tower, he demanded that he be taken to Gorm.

"Gorm old friend!!!" The Viceroy greeted once he arrived along with a pair of battle droids and his advisor "It's so good to see you!! I don't believe I've ever been to your home before......"

[member="Gorm"]

 

[Gorm]

[member="Herr Vanderhing"] [member="Dravis Rosilla"] [member="Vitor Avendahl"]

Well met indeed and I wish under different circumstances. We have urgent matters to discuss Vanderhing. I have taken note of your efforts to build our relevance and they are duly noted, from what little reports I have, Lord Rosilla has also been conducting invaluable operations through his connections through other powerful elements...these force user types...and aided in securing his slice of Geonosis and bringing in the Iron Empire into an invaluable military-trade pact which gives us several very useful allies sure. Collaboration with the Meran Clan I believe will bring good tidings, their assets and ties to the Mandalorians should keep them off our backs for the most part. As well, I am pleased to hear the near success of swaying the dark Lady Kay of Commenor.


(He paused with a heavy static sigh) However, progress is slow, and even with these modest successes we still suffer in obscurity. It is high time we mobilize our allies and make a bigger statement. Present ourselves in force. Begin major operations post haste.

We should begin by identifying worlds in our immediate space of high value that we could claim and exploit-even if it be by force.
As such, we need to start producing armies and en masse, opening up our shipyards to the construction of new vessels.

(he took another breath) Especially with your resources, I believe we should assemble an inconspicuous Flotilla of vessels stacked with our independent forces and equipment ready to Terraform and strip resources and other construction teams to setup mines, factories what not.
All we lack is a proper strategy and a target. Another hitch I fear, would be reactions from the Galactic Alliance for instance-we dare not challenge their navy. We should begin in the Mid-Rim and Core where your worlds, Skako and Commenor reside. I plan for Rosilla to produce arms and droids clandestinely from Geonosis.


(Again pausing after a long drawn out electric buzz) Others in our faction and representatives from our companies should deploy more representatives to delay, distract, justify and otherwise dispel any suspicions from within against potentially hostile forces.

What say you?

 

[Zef Halo]

It was his aide June Ando that had sniffed the opportunity that this Corporate Sector Alliance could be for Avendahl that she had, on her own initiative, conducted contact. The reply from the other side did come quite sooner than expected. Vitor, himself, had put that whole topic in the back of his head. The invite to a meeting on Skako was tempting but too far for him to waste precious time as he prepared his essential schemes.

Nonetheless, a transmission would ping whoever Gorm's point of contact was and request to be received. Once received, the holographic figure of the young man would join the meeting of the two gentlemen introducing himself.

"Greetings." He would shift his gaze from one of the aliens to the other. "Vitor Avendahl. Of Corondex Arms."

"I was told we might find common goals."

[member="Herr Vanderhing"] | [member="Dravis Rosilla"] | [member="Gorm"]​

 

[Dravis Rosilla]

GEONOSIS​

ROSILLA BASE​

Dravis Rosilla was no general. He wasn't a decorated war hero. He wasn't even an above-average warrior. But what he lacked in military experience, he made up for it in a sense of conservation, an endless fount of strategy, a silver-tongue, and an economic mind. He was adept at directing with a calm mind, knew how to complete battles of attrition, and knew how to turn tail when a bout became unprofitable. He was run, not by the passions and impulses of the average Sith, but the cold, calculated relentlessness of an economist.

Cold, dark eyes focused on the beeping of the holotable in his bunker on Geonosis. He was alone in the room, thankfully. Even so, he couldn't help but tsk at the insistent sound. It had shocked him out of his meditation, and that was nearly unforgivable.

But he would let it slide this once.

-ON SKAKO-

Dravis' own hologram joined the vague form of [member="Vitor Avendahl"], the blue shimmering of his body marred by occasional static. Even though he was endless parsecs away, one couldn't help but feel a cold pit grow in their stomach. The Bith's expensive robes and hood somewhat masked his thin frame and massive head. No amount of dark clothing could hide the pinpricks of light swimming in his eyes.

"Apologies for the delay, I was finishing my meditations." Dravis bowed at the waist to those gathered, and continued. "What is the occasion, I wonder?"

- [member="Gorm"] - [member="Herr Vanderhing"] -

 

[Herr Vanderhing]

The Viceroy listened intently to Gorm's speach, him and his advisor both widened their eyes an exchanged a glance to each other. They both were having the same thought......... This would not end well........ Call it pessimistic cowardly Neimoidians or what have you, but they both were in agreeance that this was a horrible idea. They both in sync looked back at the Skakoan unsure of what to say in response until finally the Viceroy finally spoke up

"......."

"........"

"Uh...... O-Old friend... I-It sounds quite like you've gone mad!!! I-I-I mean....." He leaned inward, his tone turning into a frantic whisper as he shook his head slightly "Imperializing another planet..... The-the repercussions of-of such a thing..... Even mere talks of such a thing...... The Galactic Alliance will skin our hides for this!!!......." The Viceroy leaned back once more, his tone still frantic and worried but no longer a whisper. Soon after two more individuals came into this meeting, the Bith dark lord whom Vanderhing had spoken to before for arrangements with producing droids and another fellow who the Viceroy had never met. He took notice of them but hadn't acknowledged them and merely continued on with his worried rant

"We-we've already lost the respect of many in the galaxy!!! I've stated this countless, countless, countless times!!!! We can-NOT make the same mistakes as the FALSE C.I.S!!!! This right here........ Was precisely what lead to its demise...." He began to limp around as he spoke, his cane tapping to the floor. He made a nervous chuckle and wagged his pointer finger up and down "Neither of you have been in that damned circus for very long...... I was there for it all!!! And you......" Now directed towards the hologram "You weren't even there at all!!!...... If I'm not mistake......" Directed to them all "This........ *nervous chuckle* This is a very, very bad idea....... I warn you, no beseech you all..... Don't do something stupid!!!!........ Heed my warning gentlemen, if you believe dark times have battered us now, then we might as well be dead men if we practice policies of Imperialism!!!....."

(OOC: this uh....... This is thin ice we're treading here Gorm....... I do fear, and do not recommend attacking planets....)

[member="Dravis Rosilla"] | [member="Vitor Avendahl"] | [member="Gorm"]

 

[Ballen-Ist]

Having recently ordered a customized mechno-chair for himself, it emerged from the shadows of the towers interior, the blue ghostly image of a body flickering ever so slightly from time to time. Recent times had been rough for the Knight, and so he had decided to try something he never had before, the corporate game. He knew the rules well; in fact too well, for he considered himself fairly adept in subtle treachery, wits, and of course bending the rules itself. It wouldn't be easy or entertaining, but it would benefit the Sith greatly in the long run. He honestly didn't even have any grand plan in mind, other than making reliable allies and some serious credits.

Donning an expensive business formal suit custom tailored by the Halowan natives, it was obvious the holographic individual dressed to impress those he could not meet in person. The reflective trait of the wide circular visor helmet upon his head was unnoticeable, but did its job nonetheless as his facial features were obscured to those around. There also appeared to be some sort of breathing apparatus built in to the helmet, that connected to a metallic pack on the mans belt, hinting at the fact that he wore a protective environmental-suit to shield himself from harmful atmospheres and the like.

All a ridiculously elaborate charade of course, but he could never be too careful, especially considering that no one ever trusted a Sith Pureblood. The mechno-chair scuttled forward in the middle of Viceroy [member="Herr Vanderhing"]'s outburst, the seated holographic man nodded his concealed head briefly once the rambling Neimodian was finished. "Doazi Wohmotai, CEO of Holowan Laboratories. Pleasure to meet you all," Ballen-Ist spoke, briefly chuckling after the extremely late introduction. Lifting his gloved hands up to gesture towards the Viceroy, he would continue, "While your concerns are more than justified, I believe we all are blowing this out of proportion. Expansion of our operations, territories and allies is obviously number one, though we must be careful who we affiliate ourselves with," the Sith paused, his blazing golden eyes drifting towards the Viceroy.

Not that he could tell. The hologram then turned to face [member="Gorm"], "These Mandalorians and force users are risks, but that is a great part of what business is. Be wary, for these types will throw us under a Star Destroyer the moment it is to their benefit. The Galactic Alliance is not our only worry, for there are other military organizations comparable to their might. There are still thousands of planets to harvest and bring in to our folds, though this would be best done via subtly and patience. Though possessing military force is acceptable, we should be wary of abusing it. Working together, we will all be capable of bringing the Corporate Sector Alliance into the galaxy's spotlight."

[member="Dravis Rosilla"] [member="Vitor Avendahl"]

(If this thread is still active, I'd love to continue.)

 

[Galven Hansol]

[member="Ballen-Ist"] [member="Herr Vanderhing"] [member="Vitor Avendahl"] [member="Dravis Rosilla"] [member="Gorm"]

Galven walked through the door, "Sorry I'm late, someone needs to fix the traffic on this planet, luckily I had a feed showing me what was going on, and I have to agree with Ballen, we need to gain connections, grow our power before we take action against anyone, we need a private "police" force, the best way to have a loyal one is either droids, or, and I know that with events from recent years this might be hard to agree with, but clones.
We also need to create a specific company for ships, or multiple so that if the one pulls out, we won't loose our only supplier of ships.