Smug Slug
The Herglic species is not uncommon in the galaxy. Once, they had a mighty and vast trade empire that spanned the entirety of the Giju Run, enveloping the Freeworlds Territories and all surrounding them. Those days are long past, but memory of such greatness remains alive in the hearts and minds of every Herglic. It is buried deep beneath layers of oppression and subjugation, eradication and suffering, but for one who has the will to dig it may be found.
Luckily, Orcus brought shovels.
Of Fondor's five billion residents approximately eleven percent consisted of Herglics, cloistered into a section of the city known as Herglictown. The area was still a trade hub, but recent years had seen it run down.
A large shipment of tibanna gas and other necessities from Santhe Industries arrived in Herglictown, escorted by team members of Darkwater Security. The manifest, however, was incomplete. It did not include the thousands of archaic T-21 light repeaters or other, similarly outdated small arms that had been stowed away inside the transports. Crates, presumably full of merchandise, were brought off the transports and into the warehouse of one of the shipping masters. There the crates disappeared into an underground network, where the contents were disseminated among members of the small, but radical Herglic-nationalist cell, Cetacean Nation, commonly known as C-Nat.
C-Nat was finding traction among the dissatisfied populace of Herglictown, who felt that Fondor and the Protectorate as a whole were too humanocentric. They felt oppressed every time they tried to walk through a doorway, for Ocean's Sake! Five hundred million grumbling Herglics is not a body that can be easily ignored, but more troublesome still was that the movement seemed to be spreading to other sections of the Freeworlds. Little Giju, Tallaan was suffering species riots. Lamuir IV, whose politics were completely controlled by the Herglic majority, was threatening to secede from the Protectorate if changes were not made.
Movements like these often come up in the course of history. Though they seem sudden, breaking out in the course of mere weeks, there is a slow buildup that takes place behind the scenes. A long process in which oppression and anxiety from galactic events, like the recent Akala apocalypse, causes tensions to come to an explosive tipping point.
For the six years preceding Akala and Corellia's destruction, Orcus had worked behind the scenes, reestablishing ties to old connections in the Herglic trade industry. He had been slowly putting together all the pieces he needed to foment a Herglic rebellion... and now the puzzle was almost finished.
"And so you can see, all the preparations are in place. I wish only for your support, financial or otherwise, in these last few moments."
The Sith Lord sat at the head of a conference table inside of Darkwater Security's headquarters. Onyx eyes ran slowly across the faces of those he hoped might give aid.
[member="Sasha Santhe"], [member="Gerion Ardik"], [member="Darth Carach"], [member="Selka Ventus"]
Luckily, Orcus brought shovels.
Of Fondor's five billion residents approximately eleven percent consisted of Herglics, cloistered into a section of the city known as Herglictown. The area was still a trade hub, but recent years had seen it run down.
A large shipment of tibanna gas and other necessities from Santhe Industries arrived in Herglictown, escorted by team members of Darkwater Security. The manifest, however, was incomplete. It did not include the thousands of archaic T-21 light repeaters or other, similarly outdated small arms that had been stowed away inside the transports. Crates, presumably full of merchandise, were brought off the transports and into the warehouse of one of the shipping masters. There the crates disappeared into an underground network, where the contents were disseminated among members of the small, but radical Herglic-nationalist cell, Cetacean Nation, commonly known as C-Nat.
C-Nat was finding traction among the dissatisfied populace of Herglictown, who felt that Fondor and the Protectorate as a whole were too humanocentric. They felt oppressed every time they tried to walk through a doorway, for Ocean's Sake! Five hundred million grumbling Herglics is not a body that can be easily ignored, but more troublesome still was that the movement seemed to be spreading to other sections of the Freeworlds. Little Giju, Tallaan was suffering species riots. Lamuir IV, whose politics were completely controlled by the Herglic majority, was threatening to secede from the Protectorate if changes were not made.
Movements like these often come up in the course of history. Though they seem sudden, breaking out in the course of mere weeks, there is a slow buildup that takes place behind the scenes. A long process in which oppression and anxiety from galactic events, like the recent Akala apocalypse, causes tensions to come to an explosive tipping point.
For the six years preceding Akala and Corellia's destruction, Orcus had worked behind the scenes, reestablishing ties to old connections in the Herglic trade industry. He had been slowly putting together all the pieces he needed to foment a Herglic rebellion... and now the puzzle was almost finished.
"And so you can see, all the preparations are in place. I wish only for your support, financial or otherwise, in these last few moments."
The Sith Lord sat at the head of a conference table inside of Darkwater Security's headquarters. Onyx eyes ran slowly across the faces of those he hoped might give aid.
[member="Sasha Santhe"], [member="Gerion Ardik"], [member="Darth Carach"], [member="Selka Ventus"]
