Dealing with some Galactic Business

[RIP Carlyle Rausgeber]

"Commodore, we have comms from the planet." Comms said, as the fleet continued to press closer to the planet. Comms began to play the transmission, and Carlyle listened intently.

"Admiral?" Carlyle asked, "Galactic Empire? Is it possible this man is a spice addict?" Carlyle asked.

"I've heard weirder stories Commodore," The Shielding Officer replied, "If I may so interject."

"You may." Carlyle replied with a small smile, "I think I'll be needed on the planet, alert these imperials of my arrival." Carlyle replied, "You're in charge of this ship Captain Torgast." He said, "Continue movement over the system, and maintain defences." Carlyle ordered.

"Yes Commodore." Torgast said, as Carlyle crossed the bridge of the Defender. "Comms, send a message to the surface, anticipate the arrival of Commodore."

"Yessir." Comms replied, "Admiral Drauguria, our commanding officer, Commodore Carlyle Rausgeber wishes to meet with you personally and his shuttle is departing imminently."

[member="Lanoitan Draugria"]

 

[Lanoitan Draugria]

As soon as he was informed that their Commander, [member="Carlyle Rausgeber"], was coming down to meet person to person, he rushed to the landing pad immediately. He was already dressed in his old Imperial Naval uniform, and He realized that the man coming down didn't know he was a Besalisk. None the less, Troops took the standard formation, as Lanoitan Draugria made it to the pad, and awaited the Shuttle to land.

"Hopefully, the Commodore doesn't see me as a lunatic for saying I used to be with the Empire."

He mumbled to himself, only to stay at the end of the path that lead to the landing pad, a few feet away from the security door that led into the facility. The others were to be placed in a conference room, and given anything that they needed to be comfortable, while Lanoitan dealt with the First Order representative.

[member="Herr Vanderhing"] [member="Miss Blonde"]

 

[RIP Carlyle Rausgeber]

The upisilon-class shuttle rocketed from the Defender's starboard hangar bay, making a beeline towards the surface. Behind the large, austentacious shuttle, four TIE/sf fighters tailed behind as they made their way through the myriad of ships which were in orbit over Lok. The shuttle shot through the atmosphere and began to make its way to the landing pad. Carlyle watched from his viewport, the phalanx of soldiers assembled. "Well, isn't this interesting?" He asked with a nervous chuckle.

The officer scurried through the ship and down the docking ramp. Wearing a direct copy of Orson Krennic's uniform, Carlyle crossed the docking ramp, and looked at the alien approaching, was this the admiral? "Admiral Draugria?" The officer asked, unsure of himself. The uniform sure seemed to match up to an admirals uniform of the old empire.

[member="Lanoitan Draugria"]

 

[Lanoitan Draugria]

He watched the shuttle come in, and as the man stepped out, he did remind Lanoitan of the old Director Krennic, from his days in the Galactic Empire. The Commodore then asked if He was...himself? He must of been unsure of who he was, despite the uniform and the old Empire Rank Insignia still on his Navy Officer Uniform.

"Yes Sir, I am Admiral Draugria...I hope the First Order aren't as big of Xenophobic as the Empire once was."

He walked over to the Commodore, and extended one of his large hands to shake with his. He wanted this meeting to go as without a hitch or any complications as much as possible. "Commodore Rausgerber, I presume? How shall I assist you and the First Order today?"

[member="Carlyle Rausgeber"] [member="Herr Vanderhing"] [member="Miss Blonde"]

 

[Herr Vanderhing]

When the stormtrooper reported the First Order's arrival, the Viceroy and the other Neimoidians all exchanged faces between eachother. They hadn't been expecting that the First Order was to arrive, if the Neimoidian's had, they weren't sure they would've come. The Viceroy held a particularly large hatred of all the major factions in the galaxy, though admittedly the First Order was quite low on that list mostly due to the fact that they were too far away to attempt to steal his planets away. As the First Order's Commodore arrived, the Viceroy felt it necessary to quickly conclude any business negotiations as fast as possible.

"I'll make this fast Admiral, wouldn't want to hold up your meeting with the First Order..... Let us make a deal, I provide for you a new combat droid model for your exclusive use here and in return you give me credits and trade exclussively via the Trade Federation...." He extended out his hand for a shake on the deal "What say you? Are you in agreeance to my terms?"

[member="Lanoitan Draugria"] | [member="Carlyle Rausgeber"] | [member="Miss Blonde"]

 

[Miss Blonde]

Miss Blonde looked at the man from behind her mask and raised an eyebrow at him. He had a pair on him that was for sure. Maybe she'd lightspeed a cruiser into the planet and see how much he liked to talk afterwards. Blonde wasn't the type of person to play games and she certainly wasn't the type of person who made friends with imperials. She had a product and they needed guns, what Meren mechanics offered was an inferior product that was poorly made and they both knew it. But before getting into the finer points of that, they had to settle a few things. She'd address the newly arriving guests later.

"First off let's get something straight. I'm not your fucking friend, nor will I ever be. I sell guns, you use guns. That is the nature of our relationship. Now whether or not you decide to buy them is completely up to you. Mereen mechanics sells trash weapons, and using them guarantees your men that their lives mean very little to you." Blonde would then look over to the trade federation wannabes looking to make a sale as well.

"Fuck yourselves confederate scum." That was the extent of their conversation.

Blonde would then produce a business card with her fake alias' name and burner number on it. She'd pass it over to the man and then have her men roll out of there. The first order was there and that meant there was a bigger fish in the pond now. It was always better to not stand in the way of the first order and just go about your business elsewhere. They had that whole manifest destiny thing going on.

"Call me when you're ready for an upgrade. And yes we sell rare second hand Techno Union ships we scavenged when they fell. We can negotiate later, for now enjoy your imperial company." And then Blonde left.

Walking back to her dropship she'd load up and head back up towards her fleet to let these people discuss their business. If the guy was interested he'd call.

[member="Herr Vanderhing"] [member="Lanoitan Draugria"] [member="Carlyle Rausgeber"]

 

[Lanoitan Draugria]

As he greeted the First Order Commodore, [member="Carlyle Rausgeber"], He saw [member="Miss Blonde"] leaving in her transport, most likely not wanting to talk to someone with actual decency, and someone who wishes to keep themselves in the legal arena. [member="Herr Vanderhing"] was put into the Conference room nearby as he talked a bit with the Commodore, walking him through the facility, until they both reached this Conference room. He Walked over to the other end of the room as The Commodore sat down.

"Now, Commodore, Viceroy, Do you two have any questions about the Galactic Imperial Regulators? I'd be glad to answer your concerns, and assist with any issues as best I can."

 

[Ashin Varanin]

[member="Carlyle Rausgeber"]

THEED HANGAR SEVENTH PATROL GROUP
1x Spinnaker-class Light Carrier - RNS Harridan
2x Handmaiden-class Escort Corvette - RNS Adephon, RNS Delat
2x H9-class Patrol Corvette - RNS Fiddler, RNS Scarab

Back aboard the Harridan, Ajira settled into the command chair. "Report."

Her sensor officer was Bulth, an erudite Gungan educated in Theed. "The First Order fleet is within extreme weapons range, but beyond standard engagement distance. So far it has made no hostile moves."

"Composition?"

"One command ship, three klicks, unknown model. Five escort frigates, unknown model. Two Star Destroyers, model uncertain. Total keel meterage in excess of eight klicks."

Ajira's mouth tightened. "Thank you, Lieutenant. All ships, spin up hyperdrives and prepare to withdraw from the system."

"Drives are spun up, courses charted and oriented. Just waiting on you, ma'am." That was Belit, the Harridan's navigator.

"Right." She'd given those orders on the way out of the well; they'd slipped her mind. Feth. "Thank you, Lieutenant. Give me the Fiddler." A light on her command chair's arm turned green; she leaned toward the audio pickup. "Captain, this is Cardei. Please launch two SIARCs and two INCIS in the direction of the First Order forces. Let's see what kind of a look we can get on our way out. Piggyback the INCIS reporting through the SIARCs."

"Probes are away, ma'am."

"All ships, jump to lightspeed."

The Naboo flotilla vanished.