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[Boethiah]

Remaining hidden in the shadows of the unknown regions, The Primeval lie in waiting for their opportunity to strike. Allied with the Sith they seek to establish new ties, and most of all succeed in their divine quest of finding their lost Gods.

Bound by Blood​

Above Gulamendis, Order's End, Anja Aj'Rou's personal flagship was patrolling the reaches of her new-found territory. The Primeval Fleet had established itself as a fearsome power in the region, tackling Remnant fleets, Ession investigations, and more than one enemy seeking to rid the galaxy of herself and her Warlords; despite few knowing they even exist. The new found alliance with the One Sith gave a certain opportunity than the Host Lord did not have before; their industry. The Primeval were not interested in wealth so they had none, they are also uninterested in politics and powerplays, such things considered rather minute before their truer objectives. Not that their warlords share the same thoughts but as long as they provided Anja with armies and fleets she did not care much.

The one thing that did matter, however, was assuring her successes would not be brought down by failure in action. This meant addressing the issues that exist within her precious fleets, that many were outdated and outmatched by the more advanced and superior designs of their enemies. After hearing about Sith success over The Republic and Mandalorians she was immediately intrigued by the key to their successes; knowing that advanced starship designs must've played a big role in winning battles. After conducting some research through her contacts on Coruscant she came in touch with a company called Titan Industries well known for producing some of the Sith's finest warships.

In the throne room aboard Order's End just outside of her personal chambers, Anja was addressing the needs of her priests. "Your worship, we must act now!", one elder Umbaran said to her; he was clearly respected of position and power withing The Primeval to be comfortable addressing her that way. The matter at hand was dealing with the fact that one of her Warlords -- The Queen -- had sent a rather bold message to the Ession Reformation after broadcasting the death of one of their council members. "I am handling it myself.", the Host Lord retorted and waved her hand dismissively to the High Priest. The man simply nodded, standing up and leaving the room; as he did a far younger Umbaran approached.

"Your Worship, I've found the contact information you've requested.", she bowed -- not daring to look her in the eyes -- and procured a small datapad containing all the information they've acquired on Titan Industries. Anja responded without words by reaching out with one hand in which the young Umbaran respectively gave it to her and followed in the same fashion as her predecessor did. Left alone, the Host Lord reviewed the data and a rather pleased expression grew on her face. Her piercing gaze highlighted by her pale-blue eyes examined every detail they had on this established industrial predator. It seems they've produced more than just fine ships. Their designs were rather masterful and more than worthy of her cause. The matter of 'paying' them was another issue all together, however. As it turns out -- to no surprise -- that The Primeval having no need for wealth means they have none; in the traditional sense at least. Striking a deal could be considered difficult, they would have to bargain with whomever owns Titan Industries and that would require possibly giving up more information than desired. But then again the same would be true once they did start producing warships for their righteous cause. Part of having an alliance meant sharing information. To gain something you have to give equally, lest you provoke the wrath of an unwanted enemy and for now the Sith were not ones she wanted as an enemy. In fact she was quite pleased by her initial meeting with Darth Vornskr, the two of them produced a rather diplomatic encounter that resulted in more than fair agreements.

At last her decision was made. Pressing a small switch at the side of her throne chair's arm she triggered the intercom to the command deck where the intercom officer was present and ready to take orders. "Send out a message to Titan Industries , tell them I'd like to establish an arrangement: Invite whomever represents them to arrive here.", she switched off the intercom as soon as she was finished talking. Getting up and out of her throne she headed back into her personal chambers; not exactly a luxurious atmosphere but it was far more comfortable than any other such quarters within the fleet. Complimented with just about anything a zealous leader could need including a personal chamber for meditation, a bath, and a full-sized sleeping area amongst other trinket luxuries. The rest would be left up to intercom officer to send out the message and now she waits.

[member="Alric Kuhn"]

 

[Alric Kuhn]

[member="Anja Aj'Rou"]

It was Heinrich Serin himself who came to visit the Primeval, the industrious CEO of Titan Industries that was so famed for his new initiatives within the corporation himself.

He came calling in a single ship, a massive bug like Yuuzhan Vong Cruiser that spanned nearly six hundred meters, its massive mandible like face reaching out into the space as if trying to consume it. The ship seemed to be alive, and indeed it was. A massive ecosystem of a hundred different living organisms that comprised a single ship.

Powerful Dovin Basals drove the vessel forward towards the Primeval Fleet.

A single short controlled radio burst went out, a greeting from Titan Industries.

Alric Kuhn, the man behind the name Heinrich Serin sat on the bridge of the Yuuzhan Vong cruiser, patiently waiting as his vessel approached those who had contacted him. He had no qualms making deals with the religious, no problem with serving the zealots or anyone else in the galaxy. Allies of the One Sith were always welcome with Titan Industries, even more so if they wanted to make deals.

Alric liked deals.

 

[Boethiah]

The bulwark that was The Primeval Fleet floated above Gulamendis like a cloud of locusts. Many ships of varying yet similar designs made up the fleet -- many were outdated. A disadvantage of being isolated from the rest of the galaxy was the lack of comparative technologies wen advancing your own. Simply they could not know what else existed and thus compared it only to what they had themselves. So in many ways they were outdated but not without their own danger. Some of their ships were very dangerous even in small groups and all the, as a swarm, could level worlds into ash as they have with the Tuas System when passing through the Reef Nebula.

"Your worship, the representative has arrived.", the intercom peered on and broadcasted the message. Anja was quite surprised that they arrived so swiftly, generally speaking few were eager to work with The Primeval and even then she wasn't sure they would come at all. Whatever reasons they had it they were probably unlike her own. Nonetheless a deal would be made. "Invite him aboard my ship.", she ordered -- the intercom officer immediately relayed the invitation for them to meet aboard Anja's Deliverance-class Heavy Cruiser, Order's End.

[member="Alric Kuhn"]

 

[Alric Kuhn]

[member="Anja Aj'Rou"]

Alric boarded the ship with no ponce or ceremony. It was sturdy, metallic, quite honestly not what he really expected from a group of religious zealots, but then again who was he to question?

Alric only worshiped one god, the mighty credit chit.

He made his way towards the bridge of the ship flanked by four guards, two of his own dressed in Yuuzhan Vong armor carrying HydraStaffs and other Vong weaponry, and two of the Primevals own guards. It was more for ceremony than anything else he knew. He highly doubted that anyone here would every try to harm him, that would defeat the purpose of what they wanted.

A deal with Titan Industries.

Under Alrics watchful eyes Titan Industries had grown in the past few months to expand half the galaxy. The One Sith, the Fringe, and now even the Red Ravens held Titan manufacturing plants and Shipyards. Titan had grown immensely in a short amount of time, using all the resources that Tsavong had left him. A company of Titans Size, with experience, resources, and ideas would be large enough to help any nation that was just being born.

The group moved into what Alric would have called a meeting chamber, a large oval room with a single woman inside.

 

[Boethiah]

Anja sat on what appeared to be a pillow made for sitting on, in many religious cultures this represented humility and equality amongst the guests as several more of these pillows were laid out in a circle to throw off the symbolic thought of special treatment. Of course for those who've heard anything of The Primeval -- humility seemed like an odd pillar. Despite their more sinister reputation The Primeval lacked more or less any desire of personal gain and wealth, very few locations were adorned with precious metal or luxurious architecture save for shrines to the Gods.

"Welcome, please have a seat.", the Host Lord spoke without a particular sense of grace but her respect did not seem to be a falsity. She was not entirely diplomatic and in some ways but had her own tact.

The rest of the room was rather plain save for a few ceremonial artifacts and what appeared to be scratch marks on the floor from an unknown source.

[member="Alric Kuhn"]

 

[Alric Kuhn]

Alric looked at the strange set up of the room.

Oddly enough, he had expected a throne of some type, a high chair at the very least, something that denounced authority over him and whomever he brought, curious that. With a smile Alric unbuttoned his suit jacket, popping it open so that he could swing himself down and in one liquid motion place himself upon one of the cushions directly opposite [member="Anja Aj'Rou"].

“Thank you.” He said with carefully enunciated words. “I am Heinrich Serin."

The introduction was a necessary one, given that although Titan's CEO was somewhat known, his face was not.

"Your invitation came as a surprise.” That was not exactly true.

Titan Industries had been receiving all sorts of invitations as of late, most of them by different factions popping up all around the galaxy. The Primeval was just one of those factions, though it was slightly more important than the others. That was mostly due to the potential that Alric saw in them, unlike many that came to Titan, this group actually had the chance to do something.

Or such was Alrics opinion anyway.

 

[Boethiah]

The Host Lord nodded firmly in appreciation, or at least it was meant to come across as such.

"I've been told that your, Industry, is renowned in starship production.", truth be told she chose the word industry because she had little concept of corporations and their nature. Not that she was ignorant to the truth; always fascinated by how the galaxy works but she had much to learn of it and for the most part business was neither her forte nor an interest group. She was charged with overseeing a great pilgrimage back into the galaxy; what worlds they did conquer they used purely for resources and let their Warlords parade around in titles and wealth. This didn't mean they had no need for the outside, however, as resources only get you so far -- knowledge is the next step and allies the final.

The door opened up once again in which a few slaves procured water and offered it to the man in a friendly gesture. Despite their outward attitude, The Primeval had a culture of being very welcoming to their guests even if the host's personality did not suit it. "Our servants are here to offer you whatever necessity you desire.", she added.

[member="Alric Kuhn"]

 

[Alric Kuhn]

[member="Anja Aj'Rou"]

Alric waved the servants away.

He didn't need anything right now. Food and drink were a waste of time. He was here to talk business, and of course the woman had it right. Titan Industries was renown for its starships. The Dark Blade, The Immortal, both built by Titan Industries, both famed throughout the galaxy as some of the most powerful Starships currently in existence.

Alric knew that.

It was why he got these meetings, Why the Red Ravens talked to him, and why he was talking to the Primeval now.

Everyone wanted a piece of the designs that Titan Industries featured, everyone wanted something powerful, something stronger, something that would decimate their opponents. Of course both the Immortal and the Dark Blade were exclusive to only the One Sith and Titan Industries itself, but that doesn't mean that they couldn't build something new.

They had the resources now.

“It is, Miss?” He still had no idea what to call her, or even who she was.

 

[Boethiah]

In the moment he addressed her as such, the two guards that were meant to accompany her nearly snapped until she spoke. "Anja.", she said simply. The guards went docile -- perhaps out of confusion more than content; she had very rarely ever addressed herself by name to anyone nor allowed others to do the same. At the very least most within The Primeval called her "Your Worship" or more intimately "Mistress" if they were more comfortable in her presence, and a few even "Host Lord" but that was a rarity. But Anja -- her birth name -- that was almost forbidden. There weren't any doctrines or laws against the concept of calling the Host Lord, a Harbinger, by name but it had been considered unorthodox by the zealous.

"I don't find comfort in pleasantries, however, I'm here to strike a deal.", she added. She wasn't going to lie to him; she cared very little for introductions and her own hospitality was more or less a greeting of its own. What she was interested in was finding out if he was willing, although she doubted he traveled all this way if not.

[member="Alric Kuhn"]

 

[Alric Kuhn]

[member="Anja Aj'Rou"]

“Understandable.” Alric said shrugging his shoulders. “What can Titan do for you?”

There was no stalling.

Business was business. If he could get it from her and the Primeval, then he would. If they made him money, if they served his ends, then they would get what they wanted. Alric found that most had something to offer, even if it wasn't money. An entire nation always had more to offer than individuals. Thats why Titan Industries did not sell to individuals, only to governments.

Governments held true power.

He smiled at the woman, placing his hands on his knees. He expected her to want ships, custom built ones that would stand up against the likes of their enemies. A simple thing, though expensive.

 

[Boethiah]

Anja's normally nonchalant expression reflected a smile back, almost as if she felt they were reading each other's minds on the matter.

"I'm very impressed by the most of what the Galaxy has shown me... So many ships, so many war machines, so many needless creations as well. One thing my fleet lacks is the ability to press against fighters; flak is not enough. I'm developing fighters of my own but what I need is a way to deploy them.. And properly so." , she expressed her needs.

"I'd also like to think if we're both satisfied then we may conduct business again in the future.", she added.

She seemed a bit irritated and she was, reports came back about the Skirmish with the Imperial Remnant and although little was known about them she felt the impact their Star Destroyers had in the battle through the voice of her formerly most trusted officer.

[member="Alric Kuhn"]

 

[Alric Kuhn]

[member="Anja Aj'Rou"]

He thought for a moment. Currently the only real carriers that Titan fielded was the Wyyrlok Class Star Destroyer and the Yuuzhan Vong Skarr'Roik. The former was more of a Destroyer, and the latter would be ill fitting for any starship not designed to be on a Yuuzhan Vong vessel, even if they were designed around it.

Alric frowned.

“A dedicated carrier then?” He thought out loud. “Not difficult, certainly not impossible. “It is unlikely that you would find our Yuuzhan Vong ships suitable, though they require less crew and far less upkeep, they are a bit more...tailored, shall we say.”

No, they would have to start from scratch.

That didn't really surprise him, especially given that most faction wanted their own looks anyway rather than copying that of another. Something about bringing about their own brand of fear and intimidation.

 

[Boethiah]

"Vong?", she asked. Despite having one of such kind in her own arsenal in the form of [member="Dredge"] she was not actually too familiar with the terminology.

A dedicated carrier was exactly what she had in thought, although perhaps in the future or even through the course of their talks that might change.

"I truly don't care what it is as long as it meets my needs. I'm not here to show off, I'm only interested in my own victories." , she spat out in no disregard. She may have come off as careless and perhaps she was, in a degree, she had no interest in any of it other than continuing her divine quest for the Gods.

[member="Alric Kuhn"]

 

[Alric Kuhn]

[member="Anja Aj'Rou"]

“Bio-Technology. The Ships are a conglomerate of hundreds of different living beings. Ornery at times, but as I said they are effective in what they are supposed to do.” Alric had a fondness for Yuuzhan Vong technology. It was interesting, made things seem easier, and best of all not many people knew what to expect of it.

That was really the greatest thing about it, The Yuuzhan Vong always had surprises.

“It will get the job done, I assure you.” Titan Industries products always did. “You want a carrier, we will build you a carrier. It is only a question of purpose in design.”

Was the ship to simply drop off its fighters and leave? Was it designed to stay and add to combat? Perhaps act as a shield to the fleet? A carrier could do many things outside of its original role.

 

[Boethiah]

"Simple: I want to win.", was the first thing she could say as to the 'purpose of design'. It was an arrogant statement, but truly what did anyone else want with a weapon?

She then retorted to herself a bit, "I'm not looking to conquer worlds or become an Empress. I want to destroy any opposition, that's all that matters. If someone declares me their enemy, stands in my way, I want a sure and swift way to destroy them. Not just that, I want to finish them right then and there. I want to make sure any enemy of minelooses the will to fight back."

That is the best way she could put it.

Her wishes were that of just about anyone in the position of being surrounded by more than one enemy. It wasn't just a matter of numbers, it was a matter of exit strategy.

[member="Alric Kuhn"]

 

[Alric Kuhn]

[member="Anja Aj'Rou"]

He could appreciate that.

Very much so in fact.

Most of the time people had grand visions for their starships. They wanted to create something specific and wonderful, something powerful but that fit their design and only their design. This woman was asking for something simple, something that would win. He found himself appreciated that, admiring her for it.

“That...” Alric said slowly. “I can assure you of.”

A carrier wouldn't make that much of a difference in battle, that was mostly dependent on what it was carrying. However there was another factor with a carrier, mainly, how much it was carrying.

So, in theory, at its most base form a carrier would win if it could carry the most squadrons.

 

[Boethiah]

Anja nodded at his assurance of the fact. "Then how might we begin?", she asked.

A deal would be made -- she was certain of that -- just how it would, or what he wanted, was soon to be under the limelight. If there was anything she knew about this galaxy it's that everything came at a cost, the more power you wished the more you needed to sacrifice. She wasn't going to make a deal that would harm her more than it would help her but she wasn't exactly worried that she couldn't 'afford' his 'price' or whatever it would come to.

She didn't care much about credits, if they had any, but she would be willing to provide other precious things.

[member="Alric Kuhn"]

 

[Alric Kuhn]

[member="Anja Aj'Rou"]


Alric thought for a moment.

Creating a ship, designing, producing, and delivering it was an incredibly expensive ordeal, and doing it on a large enough scale to create an entire fleet? The numbers there were absolutely staggering. Of course he didn't know about the Primevals non-credit society, but he had something else in mind anyway.

“Your action is a growing power. It threatens to begin to conquer worlds and take star systems within months. When that happens, I want Titan to expand to those systems. Factories, Shipyards, mines, everything to properly set up shop and sustain itself. My business would benefit from expansion, and the ships that we produce for your faction would be completed and delivered much faster.” It was all about expansion.

They could eat the cost of these ships easily enough, if Titan was given free reign later to expand.

(Basically, I know you guys are going Major so I would like Titan to operate on some of your worlds when you do )

 

[Boethiah]

Anja thought about that for a moment -- most of their territories were divided up during the moots with her Warlords, she had no interest in keeping them for herself unless they had any form of significance, special properties, or in rare occurrences suited some other need. It might upset a few to think that they'd have to cater to Titan Industries , especially from a standpoint of not just allowing them land but giving it.

"I see no harm in that arrangement and even then, if there's ever anything we come across that you desire -- we may even arrange concluding that to future payment for future endeavors." , she knew that [member="The Queen"] especially may find this annoying, once she finds out, but Anja had no particular worry for her Warlords, not even her.

It was more than suitable and whatever other costs he required she wouldn't see why she couldn't pay.

(Sounds good, my friend! I love creating future stories anyway -- it could turn into just about anything to have a foreign industry operating in zealous territory)

 

[Alric Kuhn]

“I will have designs drawn up immediately, production will begin as soon as you approve and the ships will be delivered post haste.” Alric began to talk quickly, as if he was excited thoughts were rushing through his mind, calculations, moves in the game.

He had just earned Titan access to another sector of the galaxy.

“All I require is as I said, free reign.” He made a motion to the ground. “Titan will produce war machines for you that will bring you the victory you desire. If you wish it, the carriers will only be the beginning. As a show of commitment, I would like you have five of Titans new Skrii-Ro'ik Cruisers.”

That was the ship that he had arrived in.

It was a grand gift, one worth millions if not billions of credits. It really was a sign of commitment, and intent.