Public Cocktail Party on Dantooine

[Diarch Reign]

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Location: Dantooine | Cocktail party
Tags: Makai Dashiell Liin Terallo Ova Ziss 17-KR7 "Enigma" Darth Moskvin Saija Kwann

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The Diarch thought through the new arrivals words. He was not familiar with the man but he bore resemblance to some of the Dashiells Reign had met.

The question was valid, the system would be theirs and thus subject to the regulations of the Diarchy. But for the good of all, he could be willing to deal.

He ordered a Corellian Whiskey and when it arrived he took a small sip before responding.
“No, you would be correct. Once the negotiations are finalized Dantooine would cease to be an independent system and enter into the protection of the Diarchy. But, my brother and I are not tyrants, nor are we naive.”

He paused briefly taking another sip of his drink, a small smile on his face.

“The people of Dantooine, their wellbeing and needs will become my responsibility. A neutral trade hub, only helps to fulfill those needs. As mentioned before, the Diarchy is willing to lend its resources to this endeavor.. the neutral ground would be the station above us. We would wholeheartedly welcome any and all who come in good faith. And the trade benefits the people here not me.”

What the Diarch did not say, nor yet anyways, was that his military would be there to guarantee the neutrality of the station. A conversation he would need to bring up with his host at a later time.

 

[Ova Ziss]

Liin Terallo

"I understand your concerns, Director Terallo. The Mandalorians have a history of forcefully asserting their sovereignty. Perhaps we will deal with that leg of the corridor once we reach there. By then, our Authority will likely have the power to annihilate them anyways. In the meantime, I suppose--" He sighs, shifting uncomfortably in his seat, as if the credits were leaving his back wallet already. "We will have to play everyone's favorite game, Let's Make a Deal".

[…]

Makai Dashiell

Ova Ziss watches Dashiell with interest. He knew that Dantooine's mining industry could easily work together with mining domains in other parts of the galaxy, and that everybody will be better off for it. It was important not to upset them, even though Ova strongly dissented.

"Mr…Dashiell, is it? I respect what you've said, but I disagree. Dantooine is an ideal location for a neutral trading hub, and even the Diarch agrees." Ova nods to the Diarch. "Although the planet and the space station are not well-populated, and the former Jedi Embassy is not active anymore, it is still a bustling trade hub because it's a stone's throw away from the Braxant Run."

"Besides, as a fellow industrialist, I'm sure that the idea of acquiring focus crystals interests you? The Dantooine crystal caves haven't been touched in some time. We're prepared to open them back up…with some help. There are ancient defenses there that must be disabled."

[…]

Diarch Reign

Ova Ziss listens to the Diarch. His respect for the leader is growing each time he speaks. Ova was not incredibly excited for Dantooine to lose its independence…but, perhaps it didn't have to. And if it was to lose its independence, it was good to have a leader such as this man - who spoke softly and calmly, while carrying the unbelievable power of the force as his mighty, secret stick.

"I see that the Space Station is an important position for you to keep, Diarch. Your primary concern is for the people, and so is mine. There are enemies I do not trust out there in the galaxy, enemies like the Mandalorian pirates who didn't show today. I can see, on the other hand, that the Diarchy can be a friend. Please, if the military must come to the Space Station, then they will come. You can dock for free, and we'll find rental suites for your troops as a discounted rate for as long as they're garrisoned on Dantooine."

There was a slight pause as Ova Ziss thought. He had captivated the table with his trade corridor proposal. Now, it was time to reel it in.

"Tell you what. Let's make a deal." Ova's eyes glimmered. Those were his favorite words in the whole world, and they made a whole lot of problems go away: problems like military folks driving off more than half of his customers. He knew exactly what to ask – and he asked it.

"If the Diarchy is so determined to take Dantooine, then make me Dantooine's Governor. It can be a state, a state of the Diarchy. The United Trade Authority will compete against the impotent, extortionist Trade Federation. If the Diarchist forces will help us arrest the crooked Trade Federation and send their politicians away, this would greatly help Dantooine. It would commence the beginning of a golden era, and the old Enclave would be more than a dusty museum."

"I know plenty about the Trade Federation here on Dantooine. They are incompetent, and they've got to go." Ova Ziss finished his cocktail. He politely ordered another, much stronger drink. It looked translucent. The liquor was loosening Ziss's tongue.

Saija Kwann

Despite Saija Kwann 's proximity to Ova Ziss, the man did not make any romantic advancements towards her. He seemed to be playing it cool, treating her just like any other guest. When the time was right, however, he wanted a word with her about her true origins. Alone.

"I know it's impolite to talk about politics at the dinner table, but the Trade Federation are a tiresome sort and I'm quite sick of being in their employ. They are merely a bunch of crooks with degrees. We can do better. Can't we, folks?"

Ova Ziss looked around the table for agreement.

 

[Darth Moskvin]

COCKTAIL PARTY

"Horrors, I believe, should be original--the use of common myths and legends being a weakening influence."
- H.P. Lovecraft -​

Location: Dantooine - Cocktail Party - Trilon Corporation
Gear: In Sig (minus Bow)
Familiar: Archimedes (link in sig)



The collection of characters that sat around the table, each one representing their respected governments or affiliates loyally, resembled a mockery of all that was wrong in the galaxy. The galaxy, as philosophers and artistic thinkers would agree upon, should have never come to such fragmentation, and even worse, division amongst the systems and ruling bodies; but greed, the craving of power, the thirst for knowledge, and the thieving hands of politicians and war mongers made it so.

It has long since been noted, through the timelines of the galaxy's existence, that the Sith were the true villains, the pestilence that infected the skins of the worlds with septic boils, turning septic boils into fermented sores, and fermented sores into necrosis, where the dying flesh fell from bone. But what of the Sith's absence? Who then took up the mantle of ruiners and conquerors and monsters: the joining minds of governments and republics and independent star systems, who in their abstract thinking failed to understand they were the source of this catastrophic design, such as the one that plagues Datooine now, and like dusty little lies, were swept under the proverbial rug. And when the Sith returned, fingers pointed, accusations flung; the Sith and those likeminded once more where the villains.

And now, one such corporation has decided to rise to the challenge to save one simple planet, and perhaps utilizing the dominoes effect, leapfrog through the galaxy playing savior and hero. But the galaxy has her secrets, dark and tainting they are, that even a hero or a savior could fall to corruption and greed....and would this be so with the Trilon Corporation? Or, like so many others who rode the coattails of good tidings, already felt the gripping claws of corruption; masking as a hero, secretly plying the role of villain?

I briefly lent a listening ear as the others announced themselves, only showing any signs of interaction by feeding fleshy scraps of meat to my fowl, Archimedes. Only when my name was commandeered and spoken out loud by the director that I took notice, feeling my ire slowly rise. I held no dark tidings or conspiratorial thoughts, I did not fear my reputation as a murderer, monster, kidnapper, or child slayer would bring authorities rushing foolhardily to confiscate me and whisk me away under the guiding light of the moon; but in fact, held such illusionary fantasies to slide into the realm of reality. And when no such lawman appeared, I scowled at the letdown.

Even when this lesser-known individual who named himself freely as Diarch Reign , as if is name held any more respect than that of the lonely spider-roach, spoke of how Datooine was his in a tone of absolution, I barely gave him an ounce of recognition. Pompous leaders always seem to be filled with a flawed egoistical perception of themselves, and this man was no different. I wondered with cosmic thoughts if he truly was worthy of such leadership; he appeared nothing more than a child playing adult games.

And for the second time, my name was mentioned, a habit was formulating from the mouth of this Director Ova Ziss as if he wielded the power to repeatedly use my name, but I let it pass; for now. He spoke of pirates and the troublesome nature they were legendary for, and he believed that hunting down pirates was appealing to me, oh, this man knew me well. The mere thought of murder made my cold flesh creep and crawl like nocturnal beasts in the night in search of a quarry to consume, and Archie, through our link, squawked in excitement.

"These pirates will trouble you no more," I said before turning my gaze to Diarch Reign adding humorously, "Or any foreseeable problems that may arise. But I must make inquiries myself, Director Ziss, as you speak of restoring Dantooine and mining and profits, are you aware of the power struggle in this sector? And if awareness to such an event is true, where do you stand in terms of political alliances? If war was to erupt, would your corporation remain neutral? Side with the Dark Empire? Or side with our enemy?"

I halted my rounds of questions to cast a set of stares into the eyes and faces of the dancer, the other director, the machine, and the others to enhance my point as I concluded, "For the Dark Empire will not tolerate being lied to or played as fools, we will act accordingly on the condition of what has been breached. And it will not be a dispatched armada or an army that will haunt you into sleepless nights, but they will send me. And ladies and gentlemen and constructs, I do not wish to visit you if such troubles can be avoided here and now."

17-KR7 "Enigma" I Liin Terallo I Saija Kwann I Makai Dashiell​

 

[Spark Finn]

Smells of that coffee...

#homebrew #specialroast #caf #Mmmmmmmm

Spark blinked and scrunched up her nose. Now was NOT the time to get distracted by good caf and smells of that wedding soup. The slicer had a job to do. With favors and bribes called in, she found herself as one of the waitstaff at this shindig. There were a lot of uppercrust here.

#posh

And now was the time to take advantage of the close proximity of comms. She just had to be careful about who could sense her. A lot of forcers here. A sprinkle of mechu-deru here or there and she'd be groovy. For now, she had her signature and everything else in the force clamped down tight.

#hideyhidey

Her blonde hair was braided neatly back. Glasses rimmed her grey-blue eyes. And the waitstaff uniform was crisp and buttoned up. She held a water pitcher as her skinny form casually made her way around the VIP guests and table, offering refills. Taking note of who was here from the guest-list she'd hacked and found and memorized before getting here.

 

[Diarch Reign]

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Location: Dantooine | Cocktail Party
Tags: Liin Terallo Makai Dashiell Darth Moskvin 17-KR7 "Enigma" Saija Kwann Ova Ziss

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Reign followed the conversation, from Mr. Ziss’ declaration to the feigned indifference of the Sith at the table. He paid no mind to the jibes and contempt of the Sith.

He did however, have concerns regarding the deal of the Director. Saying to the man “Governor, were it that easy. The Diarchy does not just appoint the planetary leaders my friend, it is a vote of the people. And I dare say, you would lose the neutrality you are espousing. The government of Dantooine would be beholden directly to the Chancellorate of the Diarchy, whereas we have given leave for a neutral station”

His eyes flicked to the Sith before continuing

“but if governance was your desire, I would be sure to protect you from any monsters that go bump in the night”

The Diarch conceded himself one direct jab at the Sith before continuing as if she weren’t there.

“I do have concerns about the discussion of the Trade Federation, The Diarchy has not taken a position as to cooperation or animosity towards the conglomerate. So I would not be comfortable “arresting the corrupt officials” as you say. I was also unaware of any trade federation assets on Dantooine. Please enlighten me”

 

[Liin Terallo]

I dip my head in a bow of acknowledgent to Mister Dashiell. At least there was another familiar face here today.

My attention returns to our host as he speaks and I must say that that was a little surprising. My words were taken out of context, yet not by the press. Instead it was by our guest. I had by no means meant for annhialation of anyone, but of respect. Afterall his proposed trade corridor trespasses through their territory. Another route could be taken, although it would be slightly longer and perhaps a bit more costly. But it is not something that would be out of reach, nor impossible.

But this is not my jurisdiction, nor do I have any right to influence the path of trade routes. I am quite thankful that New Cov is not surrounded by the major powers of the Galaxy and has full access to each corner as far as I am aware. The closest major power to us is the Galactic Alliance, yet so far both myself and our Prime Minister Nora Laan have been able to maintain our neutrality and sovereignty.

And now I find myself questioning whether or not the Mandalorians were invited here at all.

The Sith woman finally gives her opinion, her voice not at all sounding as I expected it would. But that is not exactly an uncommon thing. I take note of her veiled threat, however. If one could even call it veiled at all. And I am once again very fortunate that New Cov has no dealings with the Dark Empire. They have hardly stepped foot within our sector. So at least in that regard, I do not need to worry about having a visit by her.

A new serving lady has arrived and I take note of how she is not a Twi'lek like the rest. That is very curious indeed.

Once again Reign makes some valid points about the stance of neutrality should Dantooine choose to fly their banner. Such neutrality would indeed be lost. His question on the Trade Federation does interest me as well. Corruption tends to know no bounds when it comes to large corporations.


Tag: Ova Ziss 17-KR7 "Enigma" Diarch Reign Darth Moskvin Saija Kwann Makai Dashiell Spark Finn

 

[Ova Ziss]

Darth Moskvin

"And if awareness to such an event is true, where do you stand in terms of political alliances? If war was to erupt, would your corporation remain neutral? Side with the Dark Empire? Or side with our enemy?"

Ova Ziss gathers his courage and looks at Darth Moskvin in the eyes. He felt a jolt of fear at her visage, and especially the look on her face. It was violent and ravenous when she spoke of eliminating the pirates, and she held the same expression as she asked him her question. Ova can feel his resolve strengthening. He was here to protect Dantooine, and he wasn't going to budge. He was going to tell Moskvin the truth. The SIth's force abilities would pick up the truth of his words - and, he would indeed tell the truth. Ova knew that he wouldn't be able to lie to the Sith without her powers picking up his dishonesty.

"I thought I was quite clear", Ova says. "I am on the side of the people of Dantooine, and so that's where my allegiances lie. However, I think you're now asking me an either/or question." He nods politely. "You asked me a direct question, and so I'll answer your question the same as you asked it. The answer is neither, Your Highness. Neither. I am the representative of the people of Dantooine, and I'm here to tell you...a military presence in this system will, with certainty, drive the already-scared Galactics right out of the Outer Rim and back to the Core. By no means am I saying you're unwelcome guests. Far from it. We welcome your business. You may dock here, too, if you are agreeing to participate in the Authority's operations. Even if your intentions are pure, and I'm sure they are--" Ova looked to his business acquaintances 17-KR7 "Enigma" , Makai Dashiell and Liin Terallo as if asking for help "--any sort of intrusion into Dantooine would put us into the red. This is something we all understand, yes?"

He looks at the clear drink in his glass, so that he can take his eyes off of the Sith. She exuded a type of energy that frightened him greatly. The last thing he wanted to imagine was to watch their armada, full of literal demons and precisely the kind of corruption Ova spoke about, take over his precious Space Station. He took a sip from his drink, and then answered Darth Moskvin 's question directly.

"If your Dark Empire takes control of Dantooine, then business will continue as usual. If your Diarchy takes us, Diarch Reign --" He nods to the man. "--then business will continue as usual. Before there was involvement in my affairs and talks about the fires of war, we were independent. Our only enemy was corruption. I'm here to keep it that way." He puts his hands up between them, urging them to see reason. "And no, I'm not a mediator, I understand that. But, if someone must do it, it may as well be me."

Ova leans forward slightly, a tired expression on his face. "Your Highness. Life day is coming up. Quarterly reports are clearing out. War would destroy the economy of Dantooine. But, there is something important to you about this incursion. I can see it on your face. I must ask you a question in return. What is important to you about Dantooine? Is it the former Jedi Enclave? The focus crystals? The resources? Or is it something more...sentimental?"

[...]

Diarch Reign

Ova Ziss addresses the Diarch Reign directly too, in the same way he addressed Darth Moskvin . It seems that peacemaking was a genuine interest of his, at least as far as Dantooine was concerned.

“Governor, were it that easy. The Diarchy does not just appoint the planetary leaders my friend, it is a vote of the people. And I dare say, you would lose the neutrality you are espousing. The government of Dantooine would be beholden directly to the Chancellorate of the Diarchy, whereas we have given leave for a neutral station”

"Ha! If an election for Governor were held, I would be the only long-term Dantooine resident crazy enough to run for office! Respectfully, Diarch, Dantooine isn't as populated as it once was. It just isn't the tourist or economic draw that it used to be."

[...]

“I do have concerns about the discussion of the Trade Federation, The Diarchy has not taken a position as to cooperation or animosity towards the conglomerate. So I would not be comfortable “arresting the corrupt officials” as you say. I was also unaware of any trade federation assets on Dantooine. Please enlighten me”

"They made a position all on their own."

"The Trade Federation and I are in something of a dispute over the fate of Trilon Corporation. However, this dispute has gone beyond just business. Regrettably, the Trade Federation has swooped in to block off the focus crystal mines on Dantooine. That, that is not business. That is a crime. That is a form of treason against this planet's history. They have also, as I stated before, turned the former Jedi Enclave into a museum, without anybody's permission or consent, and without owning the proper licenses required by the Dantooine government. That's right. You heard me correctly. They turned this Enclave, a historical relic, into a museum." Ova Ziss spat out the last word, taking a huge drink from his glass. "What a ridiculous notion. This Trade Federation 'Jedi Enclave Museum' is an eyesore. It is deeply disrespectful to our planet's history. It is not frequented by anyone except looters, vandals, pirates, and rapscallions. I am supposed to be the Trade Federations' 'employee', but the way I see things, when it comes to matters on Dantooine, they are working for me. The sooner that our unwanted competition is evicted, the better. Then, we can bring the right business to this planet."

Ova Ziss pauses with a sense of finality. "Do my intentions make sense to you all?"

"So, just to be clear - Diarch. Your Heighness. You will both have my full corporation and the cooperation of the United Trade Authority. You will not, however, have the Trade Federation's help or consent. I am prepared to turn in my resignation to the Federation, forcefully. I have 2,000 gunships on the way. But the violent piracy problems won't fix themselves."

 

[Makai Dashiell]

COCKTAIL PARTY

Wearing \ Gear : X | X | X | X | X Interacting With : Spark Finn Ova Ziss Darth Moskvin Liin Terallo 17-KR7 "Enigma" Diarch Reign

Makai perked at eyebrow at the words of the host of the cocktail party. He knew nothing of the current political scene on Dantooine but he still was firm the planet would make little sense as some neutral business hub. He wasn't going to argue the fact however. Especially now that he could see what Mister Ziss was trying to do ; assert himself as the only capable person for Governor, the only one smart enough to take over and lead.

A crock of shit.

Instead he offered a small, tight smile as the man continued speaking, going back and forth with the Diarch. He knew little of the Diarch but thus far the man seemed reasonable in his speaking. Measured. Not someone power hungry without seeing the forest of challenges in front of him. The more he heard from Ziss, the more concerned he was that the fool was trying to kick off a war.

A genuine smile in the way of Director Terallo, raising his mocktail glass in a bit of a greeting. The woman was becoming a fast friend of the Dashiell family, a breath of air in a sea of fake people.

Makai barely resisted rolling his eyes on the museum rant. Apparently Mister Ziss was a Jedi sympathizer as well as a want-to-be dictator.

"I am no big fan of the Trade Federation. I feel they are too wrapped up in government dealings, much like yourself, Mister Ziss. I find they are not as neutral as they claim to be. The Federation has their place and can be useful, if you know how to artfully negotiate a deal in your favor. It sounds to me you want to pick up your toys and not share. Not a wise idea in today's business climate. Ask the Dark Empire how their hardline rules have worked for them."

 

[Ova Ziss]

"I am no big fan of the Trade Federation. I feel they are too wrapped up in government dealings, much like yourself, Mister Ziss. I find they are not as neutral as they claim to be. The Federation has their place and can be useful, if you know how to artfully negotiate a deal in your favor. It sounds to me you want to pick up your toys and not share. Not a wise idea in today's business climate. Ask the Dark Empire how their hardline rules have worked for them."

Makai Dashiell

Ova Ziss saw Dashiell as a young buck: yet another upstart executive looking to make something of themselves by sniping at the old order. He was so young and inexperienced, Ova thought, sizing up the mining executive. Dashiell was lucky to be sitting at the table at all - a table, mind you, for which Ziss had paid. Dashiell was drinking Ziss' liquor, gawking at his Twi'Lek girls, and benefitting from the networks that allowed Ziss to speak to high-ranking government officials. Ziss got an impulse to ask the young man why he came at all.

Ziss definitely saw Dashiell roll his eyes regarding the Jedi Enclave, and this incensed him - but, he said nothing. Not yet.

Ziss' education flashed before his mind, and he remembered learning that change comes slowly, and that the first phase is for everybody to poke holes in a great idea.

The kid will learn, Ova thought. Ohhhh, he'll learn...when the corridor takes off, he'll want the first chunk of it.

But, Dashiell was not the first young executive looking to dethrone his mining empire, and he wouldn't be the last.

"Government dealings are necessary to get any business done these days. If you feel like I'm hiding something, Mr. Dashiell, then tell me now. I've been quite transparent about my position and that of my company: we deliver up peace, in favor of the economy. We stop the piracy. We open up the crystal mines. We keep Dantooine as independent as possible, to keep the economy going and the ores moving. I'd hardly consider that 'hardline rules'."

Now, to dig into that ridiculous "Trade Federation".

"It's not about the toys, Mr. Dashiell. It's all about the credits.", Ziss said simply. "The Trade Federation has their nose in everybody's business: they benefit, while doing none of the work. They're promising us protection in exchange for their sky-high taxes, and yet when pirates interfere with our frigates, where are they? And the Jedi Enclave...it's an insult. Their conduct is an insult. I'm prepared to resign from the Trade Federation."

"The question now, is...Your Highness, Darth Moskvin , what are your intentions for Dantooine? And, if I may ask - what would you do with the former site of the Jedi Enclave? A Sith Enclave, perhaps?"

 

[Makai Dashiell]

COCKTAIL PARTY

Wearing \ Gear : X | X | X | X | X
Interacting With : Ova Ziss Spark Finn Diarch Reign Darth Moskvin 17-KR7 "Enigma" Liin Terallo

What was amusing to him about this situation was Mister Ziss was no different than the Trade Federation, just on a smaller scale. The Trade Federation wanted a hand in every pocket of business and government. Mister Ziss wanted a hand in the pocket of mining companies and in the Diarch's government. Both offered protection. Both were going to tax companies. Both wanted power. Seemed to be a very similar in his eyes.

"It's not about the toys, Mr. Dashiell. It's all about the credits."

"Of course it is about the credits, Mister Ziss. It's why I am here. Its why everyone is in attendance tonight. If you are so insulted by the Trade Federation, then yes, you should resign. However." Makai paused a moment, debating on how to phrase his next words. "I would advise, Mister Ziss, be wise with who you are so free speaking with in the future. Dantooine is not a major galactic player. You want it to be and that is well and fine, I wish you luck. However, you will soon have to bend to the will of the good Diarch here in attendance. You will need cooperation from those who are in the Diarch's favor. Cooperations of companies and mining guilds much like my own. Do not bite the hand that is poised to feed you, Mister Ziss."

 

[Spark Finn]

Spark filled up @Liin Terallo’s water glass. Then moved onto the next. Everyone seemed to be engaged in this conversation which was #perfect #sadbeautifultragic

Several things happened at once.

Undertones of mechu deru would slip free from the force. It would be hard to sense where exactly it was coming from if any of the other forcers #spacewizards picked up on it. But it would be there. Specially?

Trying to seek a way into Diarch Reign and @Makai Dashiell’s comms or other devices if they had them. The slip of a girl would also fill up Makai’s water next. If he had a coat thrown over his chair, her hand would quickly dip into pockets.

 

[Ova Ziss]

Spark filled up @Liin Terallo’s water glass. Then moved onto the next. Everyone seemed to be engaged in this conversation which was #perfect #sadbeautifultragic

Several things happened at once.

Undertones of mechu deru would slip free from the force. It would be hard to sense where exactly it was coming from if any of the other forcers #spacewizards picked up on it. But it would be there. Specially?

Trying to seek a way into Diarch Reign and @Makai Dashiell’s comms or other devices if they had them. The slip of a girl would also fill up Makai’s water next. If he had a coat thrown over his chair, her hand would quickly dip into pockets.

Spark would intercept comms from a very surprising source indeed. It seems that Ova Ziss's bodyguard, Grenz, is wearing a pin on his lapel that is actively transmitting to the security team. It is a hidden body camera! Neither Ziss nor Grenz would notice Spark probing them using the force, as they do not seem to be trained in the force in any way. However, the other force-sensitives around the table ( Darth Moskvin , Diarch Reign and potentially others) may have noticed someone prying around the table and looking for information. It was up to them, however, whether they shared this with their host.

Spark would be able to clearly see the faces around the table, but the audio quality was poor due to a bad network connection inside of the building.

There are also comms coming from Saija Kwann 's holopad as she sits next to Ova Ziss, but it is nothing interesting (e.g. the kitchen calling for runners; the head waiter announcing a VIP's presence at a certain table).

"[...] you will soon have to bend to the will of the good Diarch here in attendance. You will need cooperation from those who are in the Diarch's favor. Cooperations of companies and mining guilds much like my own. Do not bite the hand that is poised to feed you, Mister Ziss."

"Absolutely not, Mr. Dashiell. Quite the contrary! The Diarchy will have not only my cooperation, but my confidence as well. I think I would quite like to run for Governor." Ova smiled, and you know it was a genuine smile.

Ova Ziss cups what remains of his drink with two hands. He leans forward, addressing Dashiell and also Diarch Reign. "Many moons ago, Dantooine was once a powerhouse of trade and academia. The only reason that Dantooine is not a major player is because we have remained stalwartly independent. It's an unpopular position in this day and age. But..." Ova Ziss paused, choosing his words carefully. "...things are changing, and the people made a vital decision."

Ova Ziss looked behind him as the Twi'Lek servers arrived with the main courses. Ova tucked into a lobster on coconut rice, and the Twi'Lek server freshened up Ziss' drink, which you've finally realized is white rum. "The Dantooine Parliament voted in favor of our annexation. My corporation must comply with the Diarchy. The Trade Federation is furious. I am the one who gets to evict the crystal mine thieves."

"Here, Grenz, have a seat."

The large Mandalorian bodyguard settled into the booth to the right of Saija Kwann . "Thank you, Boss", Grenz stated. He is so tall that he needs to hold onto the coat hangar in order to lower himself into the seat. He smiles at the Twi'Lek woman. Grenz snaps his fingers, and the Twi'Lek waitresses scramble to get her a fresh menu. Grenz has also chosen the lobster main.


Ova Ziss Spark Finn Diarch Reign Darth Moskvin 17-KR7 "Enigma" Liin Terallo

 

[17-KR7 "Enigma"]

Location: Dantooine Cocktail Party
Tags: Ova Ziss Spark Finn Diarch Reign Darth Moskvin Liin Terallo Saija Kwann

Enigma observed the lively discussion with a sense of calculated satisfaction. The conversation had revealed much—about the power dynamics, the ambitions of those present, and the growing alignment around Ova Ziss's vision for Dantooine's trade corridor. The mention of annexation and the Dantooine Parliament's vote underscored the inevitability of change, and Enigma knew that positioning herself as a benefactor now would yield significant dividends later.

She leaned slightly forward, her photoreceptors glowing faintly as she addressed Ova Ziss directly. Her voice, smooth and deliberate, carried the perfect balance of reassurance and authority.

"Mr. Ziss, your vision for Dantooine is bold and necessary. The concepts you've proposed—restoring stability, fostering economic growth, and establishing a trade hub that benefits all—are not merely practical but transformative. It is a vision I am prepared to support."

She paused, allowing her words to resonate with the room before continuing. "My resources and expertise are at your disposal. Should you require assistance in securing the trade corridor, establishing governance for your proposed 'Authority,' or addressing disruptions along the route, I can provide the tools and strategies to ensure success. Of course," she added with a polite tilt of her head, "such efforts require careful coordination and appropriate compensation."

Enigma straightened slightly, her photoreceptors dimming momentarily as if to indicate deference. "I have transmitted my details to your network via the Holonet," she said, subtly nodding toward Ova's lapel pin transmitting to the security team. "You will find my credentials, capabilities, and a secure channel for further discussion. The same has been shared with each of you seated here."

Her gaze swept across the table, resting briefly on Diarch Reign, Liin Terallo, Darth Moskvin, and the other notable figures present. "Collaboration is the cornerstone of progress. Should any of you wish to discuss opportunities for mutual benefit, I am, as always, reachable."

Enigma's posture softened, signaling her readiness to step back into the observer's role. "Mr. Ziss, you have my commitment. Dantooine's future will not be shaped by chance but by deliberate and decisive action. I trust we will speak again soon."

With that, she leaned back into her chair, her glowing visor scanning the room once more. Her calculated words had been delivered, her position established, and the seeds of influence planted. Now, she would wait and watch, her processors already calculating the next moves in this intricate game.

 

[Liin Terallo]

"Using brute force and gunships to get your way is not entirely productive or peaceful. That is quite the issue that I have with your proposal. New Cov has a history of dealing with pirates causing raids on our own facilities, yet we have dealt with them in a far more productive way that has since reduced such attacks to a bare minimum. Forcing your way through another's territory will only bring about resistence and further violence which will harm and hamper any shipments. Given that you are not a mediator, then I suggest that you find someone among you that is that can go to the Mandalorian's and work out a deal that benefits you both. Otherwise I fear that this sector will hardly know the peace and prosperity that you seek to achieve."

Surely Mister Ziss has someone amongst his organization that was a little less forceful in the way that they conduct themselves and is more open to the concerns of others. Negotiations always deal with give and take, yet Mister Ziss seems to conduct himself just in the latter.

I wonder how many others in power in the Galaxy are likeminded with him. Perhaps that is why there is so much conflict out there.

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[Ova Ziss]

"Excellent, Enigma. We will certainly be speaking in the future: expect my holomessage. Dantooine's future is sunny and bright. I like the word that was used: transformative. We are taking this planet, which has been plagued with so many issues for so very long, and allowing it to become something new and exciting. The enforcement mechanisms are proportional to the issue. Our conversation today has helped me realize that Dantooine has far more friends than the Federation has led us to believe."

Ova Ziss looks irritated: irritated that the representative from the Trade Federation had lied to him about the intentions of the Diarchy, the Sith, and the Jedi. Their taxes were lower; their protections greater; their reputations were higher. "My response is simple. We are resigning from the Trade Federation. We are evicting these squatters. They will proceed in an orderly manner outside of the planet's atmosphere, to Shusugaunt. They have already said that they intend to resist. They've armed up and they are ready. When the time is right, we will need your fleet's help to evict them...with as little bloodshed as possible."

"Using brute force and gunships to get your way is not entirely productive or peaceful. That is quite the issue that I have with your proposal. New Cov has a history of dealing with pirates causing raids on our own facilities, yet we have dealt with them in a far more productive way that has since reduced such attacks to a bare minimum. Forcing your way through another's territory will only bring about resistence and further violence which will harm and hamper any shipments. Given that you are not a mediator, then I suggest that you find someone among you that is that can go to the Mandalorian's and work out a deal that benefits you both. Otherwise I fear that this sector will hardly know the peace and prosperity that you seek to achieve."

Ova Ziss looked incensed. Liin Terallo made corporate diplomacy sound so clean and sanitized. In reality, Ova knew that "dealing with pirates" usually entailed paying them off, or paying them to stop fighting other street gangs, or even assassinating pirate leaders so that their subordinates are too aggrieved to fight back. He took a quick drink: a small libation, perhaps, for the Dantooine gangs that Ova's employer the Trilon Corporation once paid off, intimidated, and/or assassinated.

"I do not 'deal with pirates'. I do not deal with terrorists." Ova was remarkably stalwart. "When it comes to the domestic situation here on Dantooine, we aren't holding a parlay here. The crystal mines are federal property, and with respect to piracy and terrorism, those are federal areas of responsibility. It is Diarch Reign's show now." Ova looked to Diarch Reign, who had remained remarkably quiet during all of the corporate bickering. Ova wasn't even sure what he and the bigwigs were bickering about. Who cared about the life of a no-good pirate? Ova guessed that they might be fighting over blame for the inevitable armed skirmishes; the trepidation over who would be stuck holding the hot potato was palpable. Ova secretly wished at that moment that he had the masterful patience of a force user like Diarch Reign. Ova seemed to have no force sensitivity at all.

"When it comes to the wider picture, Director, I do think that you have a point." He gestured at the holo-screen "...we could probably make some adjustments to the trade corridor map. However, we'd need a lot of cooperation from the participants around the room about logistics to avoid passing through Mando territory."

"Let me show you the route you're outlining, Director. Take a look at the holomap."

Ziss' eyes rested on Director Terallo, and then on Her Highness Darth Moskvin . This was going to definitely require a silver tongue and a careful vocabulary: to displease the Sith Lord(ess?) could mean certain death. Perhaps Her Highness would give Ova Ziss a break if it was properly conveyed that it's the Director, not Ova, who was proposing this Sith-angering route.

Ziss doubted, too, that this alternative route would be pleasing to the Diarchy. Ova was aware that the Dark Empire and Diarchy had just finished fighting in a grueling blink-first-and-you-lose war on some planet that Ova Ziss didn't know much about. Diarch Reign wasn't eager to get into any war, whether it was against Mandalorians, the Dark Empire, or probably even Piracy.

However, at least with the alternative route, the Mandos would be happy. Maybe they made good customers: it remained to be seen.

Ova Ziss erased part of the hexagonal squares on his trade corridor map, and he drew an alternative path. This particular path, however, took a sharp Western turn to the Dark Empire's planet of Xudax. It then headed South through Ithor, Aeos Prime and Nyriian before curving Eastward towards Taris. Ova drew this alternative pathway in green, to distinguish it from the other route he had drawn through Mando territory.

"Director, this is what you are proposing in the alternative: there is no other path to Taris." Ova shook his head and leaned back. "You know, some of you around the table--" his eyes flash to Dashiell and Terallo "--have proposed that I am trying to spark a war, but this alternative route requires the participants to cede even more territory." Ova Ziss looked down at Liin Terallo , his spectacles perched on his long nose like an eagle seeking a mouse. "It also requires me to put up even more resources."

"This is why I don't deal with pirates. Look how much these little hydration disturbers would cost our Authority." Ova shakes his head.

Ova makes a few swipes in the air with his marker, and the old trade corridor outline returns to the holomap.

"Mandalorians, however - maybe we can deal with them."

"Since you are so eager to strike a deal with the Mandalorians, Director, perhaps you'd accompany me as an official mediator? You seem to know a lot about them. What would strike their fancy? Credits? Passive income? Security jobs?"

Ova Ziss 17-KR7 "Enigma" Diarch Reign Darth Moskvin Spark Finn Saija Kwann Makai Dashiell

 

[Makai Dashiell]

COCKTAIL PARTY

Wearing \ Gear : X | X | X | X | X
Interacting With : Ova Ziss Spark Finn Diarch Reign 17-KR7 "Enigma" Liin Terallo Darth Moskvin

Makai had heard more than enough at this point. One moment Mister Ziss was resigning from the Trade Federation (did they even have a real presence in the area?) and the next he was claiming the Diarchy was running the show. Something was at play and he couldn't put his finger on it. Saber rattling? Coup d'tat? Some type of politician pulling the strings of Mister Ziss?

Whatever it was, he wanted no part.

He stood, slipping in his black suit jacket that had been on the back of his chair. Without his knowledge,a data stick had fallen out, in the half-Galan unaware as he buttoned his suit jacket.

"I believe I've heard enough to say I am uninterested. Thank you for your time Mister Ziss. Director Terallo, Diarch Reign."

A small nod to the others and he departed from the cocktail party.

EXIT POST​

 

[Liin Terallo]

Mister Ziss is trying to school me in front of the others. Of this I can tell. He is older than me and I am in his domain, so it is his right. Yet still, I do not believe that it is what he should be doing.

I look at the proposed newer map and as I expected, it showed a longer route which circumvented Mandalorian territory. However now he spoke of annexing those territories from their government for his trade route? That is clearly unnecessary. And I am not surprised in his attempts to turn the others at the table against me. Such tactics are not uncommon amongst the type of political player that he is. I am glad that he is not amongst NCBC's Board of Directors.

I blink in surprise as he suggests that I be the mediator between him and the Mandalorians in seeking unfettered passage through their territory. The man would have to have his tongue on a very short leash if the effort is to be a successful one.

"I was not suggesting that anyone would have to cede their territory, Mister Ziss. But permission to enter their territory, even to just pass through it should be asked. It is more than likely that they see your ships as invaders and tresspassers. If you want me to mediate between you and the authority amongst the Mandalorians that govern that fraction of space, then I will do so. However there are conditions that must be followed of which I will only touch on the first right now. Honor and respect are regarded highly, so you must mind your tongue! Do not talk down upon them as you do to others, regardless of how you feel about them. The rest we can discuss in private."

I turn my attention to Mister Dashiell as he decides to leave; dipping my head to him. If I had not been cornered into trying to prevent a war from happening, then I would have followed suit. However if I can help to prevent bloodshed, then I will do so. I am no expert in Mandalorians, but some of them are under New Cov's employ and they are very highly regarded. My experiences with those Mandalorians on New Cov should serve me well.

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[Ova Ziss]

Spoiler: Important Edit

Dashiell's data stick has been left behind: Grenz did not remove it per my previous post.

Dashiell got up from the table. Ova's eyes trained on him right away.

"Leaving so soon, Mr. Dashiell?"

He had explained the reasoning as he left, but it didn't make sense to Ova. It wasn't worth arguing.

"…Of course. We'll keep in touch."

Ova Ziss looked shocked when Dashiell decided to abruptly exit the party. In Ziss's mind, the disrespect was completed. Dashiell had legitimately come, eaten Ziss's food, and then left. That'd be a write-off. At least he had heard the offer. Ova was willing to consider that perhaps Dashiell merely isn't interested, but the abruptness of his leaving sent the gears in Ova's head turning. Ova had wanted to exude strength, but now he had turned one of his VIP guests away with his strong approach towards the pirates. If he was to get what he wanted and keep Dantooine safe, then Director Terallo was right. Ova needed to soften his voice, dull his edge, and try to be more… …political.

Ova made a mental note to purchase something from Dashiell Industries, as a subtle sort of way of saying 'thanks for stopping by' to Makai. They did, after all, have a mutual appreciation for space toys.

Grenz (Ova's bodyguard) noticed Dashiell's left-behind data stick. He began to call to the man, but his black jacket was already halfway out of the room. Grenz simply watched the scene, nonplussed but observant. To him, nobody seemed to noticed what happened.

[…]

Ova hadn't lost the rest of the table yet. Liin Terallo, Diarch Reign, Enigma, and even Darth Moskvin all had declared a willingness to help.

Then, Liin Terallo spoke up about her concerns. She had a lot of concerns. Ova did genuinely listen. She didn't want the annexation of any system. She didn't want any violence. She wanted Ova to negotiate directly with the Mandalorians to get the most expedient trade route to Taris. Perhaps they could get the trade route through with simple zoning rights instead of full-on annexations. She asked if Ova could play a bit nicer with his food before he shoves it down his gullet. Everyone's a critic. But, this critic was right.

Ova immediately softened his tone. He reminded himself that this woman, though she was much younger, had status and power in areas that Ova could not imagine, like pharmaceuticals. She had the gift of negotiating, it was true. She knew people who could make the Mandalorians soften their tones. Ova was sure that she knew both Jedi and Sith (even if she didn't). Perhaps Ova's violent intentions were not necessary after all. The Mandalorians weren't the threat that Ova thought they are. The pirates, on the other hand, were a dangerous and violent 'unknown', since even Diarch Reign admitted that the Trade Federation has no authority on Dantooine. Who were these pirates, and what did they want with such a quiet planet?

"Thank you for your help. I can already see that your advice will be helpful."

Ova removes the red X's from the Mandalorian territory on the trade map, and draws a circle around them instead. It was a symbolic and positive change in thinking.

"You're absolutely right, Director. There needs to be a shift in tone", Ova conceded. He stared at the map, stroking his goatee. He rested the marker near Ordo, in Mando territory. Then, he tapped Mandalor as if he were about to say something. Then, he said nothing and swallowed loudly.

"I just don't know if I am the one to do it. Dantooine has taken a hard-line against piracy for generations, you see. Our planet just hasn't talked to the Mandalorians. They've been guests here in the past, it is true, and they have been decent customers. My own bodyguard is from Ordo." Grenz nods his head slightly in the background.

"Diarch Reign said that there are no Trade Federation assets on Dantooine. If this is true, then I don't know who these pirates are or where they come from. Now THAT is concerning. All I know about the Mandalorians here on Dantooine is that they often come as salvagers or mercenaries who work for-hire. Perhaps if my message to the violent Mandalorians was delivered by someone else, and directly to their leadership, it would have a greater impact. Perhaps the Mandalorians aren't attacking us at all. I merely assumed it was them because the Enclave squatters are wearing their armor."

"I don't hate the Mandalorians. I don't wish them badly. I don't wish for war with Mandalorians. I just want this trade route to be safe, secure, and thriving."

"I will abide by your negotiation conditions, Director, and so will by employees. I heard you say that my tone is too strong, and that I am turning away potential friends and partners. So, I will loosen up. Peace hasn't entirely slipped out of our collective grasp yet." Ova smiled. A little joke, to show that he really is trying to lighten up.

Liin Terallo | Diarch Reign | Makai Dashiell | Darth Moskvin | 17-KR7 "Enigma" | Spark Finn | Saija Kwann

 

[Liin Terallo]

I listen to Mister Ziss, retaining my focus solely on him during his speech. It was certainly softer and less overbearing. Instead of being a viper, he was showing signs of a proper businessman.

Dipping my head in approval of his effort in change, I reply in turn. "Thank you. They may have harsh things to say to you or about you, but you must keep your retorts to yourself. I cannot say that I know who the pirates are, but it does not hurt to attempt to speak with them in a respectful manner."

Rarely have I ever raised my voice or spoken out with hatred, and I would like to think that that has been a big part of why New Cov has no enemies and instead has allies in many different circles.

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[Spark Finn]

a data stick had fallen out

Right into Spark's hands which she deftly pocketed. Finishing off the waters from around the table, the skinny server girl in a sea of twi'lek servers exited the VIP area with her empty water pitcher. Through the force, she had a line into someone's bodycam. She assumed it had to belong to someone under Ova Ziss . Perhaps she'd sift through that information later...see if there was anything worth following.

Winding her way through the party-goers, she made a beeline to the kitchens. And from there? She'd change and slip out the back. Curiously, all holofeeds would be turned away from the girl - never catching the blonde on camera as if she'd never been there at all.

Only time would tell if she'd managed to get into any device Diarch Reign had.

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