Kurayami Bloodborn
Drunken Savant
Objective: Drink and debate
Tags: Darth Strosius | Kimora Min | Drazen Lutris | Darth Nefaron | Diodoros | Fiolette Yvarro | Taeli Raaf
Well shit. Now Taeli had gone and told everyone who he was. Whether or not that was necessary was up for debate but it was done. Thankfully, his data trail at present led back to the Commonwealth. Of course there was more finding it was the challenge for most without more than his name to go off of so overall he was still in the clear, but this was now decidedly less fun. Oh well.
Or maybe not. After his spiel came someone who sounded like they may be even more of a lunatic than he was drunk if that were even possible. The gesticulating and ranting about money is what made him think that may be the case, though he would outwardly nod while listening to Drazen speak his bit about the planet as it was certainly one of the opinions someone could hold. This man was followed shortly by a former gladiator who seemed to mostly agree with the stance that a regime change needed to happen in some form or another. While Kurayami wasn't averse to such a thing, it needed to be done quietly/ and with as little pomp and circumstance as possible. If it could be done without the populace at large knowing that would of course be best. Or the current leaders needed to be brought to heel and given incentive to stay there.
Taeli had helped him though as well, she had given him the backing of a Council member. When Strosius next spoke he listened intently between the exchange it sparked with FIolette. He remained standing where he had been and still sipped from the flask, watching and listening as the scene unfolded. Once things had played out as they would, he directed his helmeted gaze at Strosius alone, no malice or challenge in his tone, simply speaking to what he had come to see as the facts.
"So, Lady Raaf reveals my name, I wondered if it would happen, but nothin' too serious really. Just ask the Empress if you doubt my credentials as given by my two esteemed colleagues here in this meeting. Now as for this meeting and why we are here. We want a mostly bloodless takeover. So we quell this little uprising, and give the rich here arenas, hotels, and casinos to surpass their wildest dreams. Entertainment venues that would make the Uscru District jealous, install a governor to oversee it all who is amenable to our demands.
Allow the gladiators to do what they always have, and not have to risk their lives in the games for fortune and glory. Let only the most famous stay, lose your fame then get sent to the meat grinder. Physically they would be in fine shape and need little in the way of training. Any skills that needed refining could easily be within a few weeks of live fire with PEP and stun weaponry before sending them out into the field. During this time, every waking moment is filled with heavy indoctrination of the honor that has been bestowed upon them, and reminders of how they survive 'x' number of deployments and they get to go home. By then most will have been so heavily indoctrinated and used to the lifestyle they would continue on anyways. You are wrong in that any man can become a soldier. I have seen many break in far less circumstances than a simple grunt would face, not all have the mental fortitude for it.
If we claim a world and do little damage to the economy then is there not less to fix and simply more room for growth? That is what I proposed had you listened, not dismantling anything outside the absolute necessities, if any. Build new places to cater to any vice imaginable, and mix the idea of pleasure with the brutality of the bloodsport. Why fix what isn't broken? Any changes that need to be made to fit with Empire policies are beyond my purview, but that is the overarching idea. Meld what is here into the cogs of the Empire as seamlessly as possible. I promise you any investments you make you will see a return on many times in both manpower and of course economic growth."