Four Corners [Republic Dominion of Brentaal IV]

[Mantic Dorn]

Location: Surface of Brentaal IV
Objective: Fight crime
Allies: [member="Nubica Felidae"]
Enemies: Crime boss
6/20


Mantics face turned more serious. He knew that their work was not yet done.

"The senate is debating how to include this world into the republic with the local authorities. As you know they are suffering greatly from strong criminal elements and we are here to show them that the republic can help them." Mantic spoke lower and brought [member="Nubica Felidae"] to the side of the room.

"I have been given a name on a mob gangster known as the the thin man. He has been running alot of the organized crime in the lower levels for years now. I have disturbed enough of his operations by now to have shaken him. But he does not seem to stop. Instead he has sent assassins after me and I think now is the time to go and pay hmi a personal visit."

Mantic sighed. He was fully aware that this would be walking into a highly violent situation. the Thin man held office in an old warehouse, guarded by his assassins.

"I need help to manage this." he finally admitted.

 

[Ilias Nytrau]

-- Objective Three --​

Trade Hall
Cormond, Brentaal IV
Post 4 of 20

"Then I hope to meet your expectations," he said to [member="Geneviève Lasedri"], "if not exceed them."

When the contingent took to the numerous seats at the long table, his attention was drawn to [member="Cecily de Demici"] when the woman fielded a question in his direction. Being the host, he took the seat at the head of the table as he formed and gave his response.

"The majority of Brentaal's nobles are indifferent, Senator de Demici. The landscape around this world shifts and changes and Brentaal has remained the same. Business continues, regardless," he said, "and my peers are confident in this fact. As for the dissidents... every government has its detractors. Making everyone happy is not only impossible, but exhausting, and yet if those against us now are capable of reason, then discourse can be had and compromises made if necessary."

In the midst of his answer, food came, a generous buffet that spoke of the wealth of the world, and place settings were removed from in front of the seats that were vacant. He looked to those gathered around the table.

"Of course, that's contingent on this opponent being willing to show their face or faces, which makes finding out who they are the first step" he concluded, giving a firm yet cordial smile and gesturing to the presentation of foods, "now let us eat. I'm sure you would all agree that negotiating on an empty stomach does no-one any favours."

[member="Persephone Callas"] didn't escape his notice, his eyes flicking to the fire-maned woman as she strolled in during his response - he had caught her looking, and set his gaze to hers, as was his way. An alluring beauty, to be certain... pity she was Hapan.

[member="Faith Balor-Organa"] | [member="Aurelia Volcata"] | [member="Macharius Solaire"]​

 

[Nubica Felidae]

[Post=5+7=12/20]​

Location: Surface of Brentaal IV
Objective: Moving this thing on...
Allies: [member="Lilin Imperieuse"] | [member="Mantic Dorn"]
Enemies: tbc

Nubica listened and nodded. Every planet had criminal elements - but those that were under civil unrest or a change in government were even more prone to such things.

She hadn't heard the name - but saw that as a good thing. Too often you'd come across a large organised syndicate - that had firepower and muscle to spare. That could track you down whichever planet you visited, if you spoiled their operations.

Of course the down-side of clearing out the local crime-lords was that it opened up a space for the large cartels. But that was none of their concern right now.

So she nodded in accord at his plan. "That's what I'm here for. Lead the way and we can both pay this man a visit. They may think they're running this town, but we're here to hand it back to the people." It sounded a little like a party political broadcast - but the sentiment and the words were valid. It was simply what the Jedi do.

 

[Mantic Dorn]

Location: Surface of Brentaal IV
Objective: Fight crime
Allies: [member="Nubica Felidae"] [member="Lilin Imperieuse"]
Enemies: Crime boss
7/20
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Mantic nodded. while there was never any certainties regarding these kind of things, it was however the right thing to do, given the information he had.

He simplt nodded at [member="Nubica Felidae"] and closed the robe around him. Leaving the medical facility the two soon found a taxi to take them deeper into the lower levels of the city. While not stopping directly at the front door Mantic had given the driver an adress just a block away from the old warehouse they were going to pay a visit.

Once the taxi had left Mantic turned to [member="Nubica Felidae"] anew.

"So, how do you want to do this. Shall we try and sneak inside or knock on the front door? Who knows, I am y be wrong. Perhaps they will simply give it up if we offer them that choice." While not truly believing it he did hope for the later. He did not want to fight these criminals but the raw violent behavior he had seen in the gangs made him unsure if they would simply give up.

 

[Danger Arceneau]

Bengal Shipbuilders.
9/20

Arceneau Trade and Browncoat Industries

“How has the trade been affected due to the One Sith proximity?” Danger wasn’t one to beat around the proverbial bush; she wanted to know exactly how having the One Sith so close by had affected trade.

The way that the representative pursed her lips was a strong tell. Danger had to give it to her though, she was quick to recover.

“As you know, we are at a major trade intersection. There is little doubt Brentaal will ever not be a sector of trade.” that wasn’t an answer, but Danger had one already. That was something she was completely planning to fix. If there was anything Danger could do, is move throughout the various governments through a neutral presence. Trade was trade, and people had a keen like of their water, food, medicine, and toilet paper.

“How is trade regulated on the planet?” she asked, curious. “Taxation? Are there any embargos?”

The representative would answer Danger’s questions as delicately as possible, Aeri, her assistant, taking stringent notes.

Danger had every intention of making Brentaal a focal center of trade. It was rich in opportunity, for both the Republic and the ‘Verse.

 

[Faith Organa]

[SIZE=12pt]Objective 3 – Trade Hall[/SIZE]
[SIZE=12pt]3/20[/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt]Senator Trozky Faith heard how the Prime Minister emphasized the Senator title. Was this a good sign, or one that showed a shortness of patience. Faith did not know and finding out would require asking questions that she really did not care that she had the answer to.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt]The table however was grand a wonderful setting to discuss things, food, wine, water all intricate little distractions for the eye and the pallet. Faith of course could be distracted by food, she loved food.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt]She found a seat just one away from the Prime Minister this position would give her the ability to hear, and see the flicker of emotions, and the tensions of the body. Her mother once said, a lot could be project by the simple flick of a finger.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt]“A very bountiful spread Senator Trozky is there any particular dish that is a speciality of Brentaal?” She knew that some worlds boasted fine wines, others sweets, some savory, and others imported everything, so what of Brentall IV? Her mother had taught her to try all things and to always take items that were not available at home.[/SIZE]

 

[Gir Quee]

Location: Fort Okeefe, Brentaal IV
Objective: 2
Allies: Republic
Enemies: None

[ 5 / 20 ]

Their shuttle landed without incident. Gir found himself stretching his legs and exhaling deeply as he ambled out of his seat towards the ship's exit. A wash of cool air rippled through the hatch and into the ship, causing the blonde man to briefly shiver. Colder than I thought...but we are pretty high up here in terms of relative altitude...He followed Colonel Citrone down the ramp and onto the duracrete pad of the skyscraper. A pair of humanoid security droids bearing blasters rendered them arms in a coldly mechanical salute. Citrone briefly acknowledged them before leading Gir past several starships and airspeeders. The admiral eyed a vibrantly-colored Headhunter deep in the hangar, causing Sest to clear her throat.

"It used to belong to a notorious pirate," said the woman, "we fly out there now and again to remind people what happened to him."

"I'm guessing you didn't shoot him down in it, given that it's still flyable."

"No," admitted the woman, "we killed the whole gang in a commando raid when we discovered their base. Facing in space combat might have led to too many casualties on our side, so we played dirty."

"War is pretty dirty..."

"It is," agreed the woman, "not that you'd see it by looking at this base..."

Gir's eyes darted around the hangar, "It looks well-used, but well-maintained."

"You're almost a diplomat..." grinned the woman.

"Almost."

 

[Geneviève Lasedri]

Ah, good time wasted on food. Though Geneviève certainly appreciated the provisions of more localized wines--particularly, the Chandrilan red present. She was not an avid drinker, but she quite favored some of the cherry liquid from her homeworld. Food and drink always tasted better when it was from home.

"Is there a chance," the Prime Minister interjected, studious of Trozky's wording, "that this contingent has already shown their faces?" She nodded to one of the servers as they obliged her to the wine previously mentioned. She took a sip out of politeness, but hardly indulged herself in any form of sustenance otherwise. To say she was impatient might not be inaccurate in this case.

"I'm just basing this off the influential position you've predicated, Senator. It's unlikely that you don't know your enemies already, even if you haven't identified them." The Chandrilan Raven cocked her head ever so slightly in anticipation of his response.

[member="Ordon Trozky"], [member="Faith Balor-Organa"], [member="Macharius Solaire"], [member="Cecily de Demici"], [member="Aurelia Volcata"]

 

[Nubica Felidae]

[Post=5+8=13/20]​

Location: Surface of Brentaal IV
Objective: Moving this thing on...
Allies: [member="Mantic Dorn"]
Enemies: tbc

The journey was uneventful and gave the meds a chance to work. By the time they arrived, she was in a small amount of discomfort from her shins, but it was manageable.

As they disembarked, she considered Mantic's suggestions. "If I'm honest, I don't do sneaking around, so my vote is for knocking on the front door." And without any thought to further debate, she simply walked the final block and did precisely what she'd suggested.

She rapped loudly on the door and a small grate was opened in the heavily reinforced door. "Jedi..here to see the thin man." As introductions go, it was short and sweet...and unsuccessful. The grate slammed shut and it was clear nobody was going to open the door.

So she raised a hand and placed it over the door locking mechanism, which looked both state of the art and tamper-proof. Purple light coalesced around her hand and a moment later sparks arced from her palm to the mechanism. A loud fizz, bang and a flash of bright light suggested the lock was now in need of repair.

With a sharp tug she pulled the door open and light flooded into the dimply lit hallway in front of them. And facing the two Jedi were three guards, all with blasters aimed directly at them. Nubia smiled. "We did knock, but nobody answered."

 

[Danger Arceneau]

Bengal Shipbuilders.
10/20

Arceneau Trade and Browncoat Industries

"The current Senator or Brentaal IV is Senator [member="Ordon Trozky"]." here came the first tidbits of information. The shuttle gave a slight shudder in its flightpath towards the platforms. Danger would review the datapad while the Bengal Representative relayed information on the man of the hour. Senator Trozky.

"The Brentaalan Noble House of Trozkenpfylyat is a powerful one, old in money, with history steeped in intrigue and shadowed events." she began, detailing common knowledge of rumor and fact.

"It is said the founder of this house made his fortunes becoming an incredibly powerful, nigh untouchable, and fearsome drug lord - yet, a woman who would become his wife tamed his ways, and made him a better man. It is also said that these events laid the foundations for the family business in pharmaceuticals that has ensured the family fortunes for many generations...

Danger's brows would perk.

"Despite its supposed origins, the family has used its wealth intelligently, favourably, responsibly, strategically, and most of all, legally. Still, to this day, rumours abound that the corporation -- and by extension, the family -- still deals in illegal substances, causing suspicion, and to a more serious extent, legal proceedings… none of which the corporation has ever lost."

Danger gave a nod, well this was familiar territory. "Everyone has skeletons in their closets," Danger would murmur, letting her emerald gaze travel across the holoimage of the Senator. The man had a look about him. Chiseled features. Atheletica musculature. Really, any momma would be so inclined to ensure her daughter bed and bred with the young nobleman.


"Senator Trozkenpfylyat III was born into this noble house, and is the heir to the title and the family business. Today, he is driving the effort to bring the corporation into the modern age... and Brentaal IV with it."

A small smile would quirk upwards upon Danger's lips.

"Reckon the Senator and I shall be meeting soon enough." she'd say, staring out past the viewport as the black velvet sky shone across the platforms she was looking to buy.

Progress, ladies and gentlemen. It was always about progress.

 

[Mantic Dorn]

Location: Surface of Brentaal IV
Objective: Fight crime
Allies: Nubica Felidae Lilin Imperieuse
Enemies: Crime boss

8/20
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Three raised guns. Nubia claiming that they knocked... Three raised guns.

"Uh.... You dont need to shoot us... Uh... Lay down your weapons." Mantic tried and waved his hand with a desperate gesture. But the mind trick failed immensely. The proof the barrage of blastershots thst hurled its way toeard the two padawans.

Mantics saber ignited straight away, deflecting the incoming shots. The corridor was narrow so the fire coming toward them was without surprise angles, pretty easy to handle.

With his left hand Mantic then pulled one of the shooters gun from his hand ending up in Mantics own. The thug turned and ran.

"We need to get to the thin man before he escapes!" Mantic voiced over the noise of fire.


[member="Nubica Felidae"]

 

[Faith Organa]

Ordon Trozky, Macharius Solaire, Cecily de Demici, Aurelia Volcata [member="Geneviève Lasedri"]

Faith did not want to appear to be playing with her food but she was using her fork to move things around on the plate. She was not very hungry today she had been very busy as of late trying to negotiate businesses for Alderaan.

And while they were still holding onto the dream of ten years going by and things being normal Faith was beginning to think about the planet where her parents crashed and lived for over a year. More and more she wanted to find it give it a name, and claim it as a new home for Alderaan citizens that had no desire to return to a world that felt alien.

This other world from everything her mother said about it was ideal, and had value very similar to Alderaan.

But it would mean going against her mother, and that would be hard for her to do


4/20

 

[Nubica Felidae]

[Post=5+9=14/20]​

Location: Surface of Brentaal IV
Objective: Moving this thing on...
Allies: [member="Mantic Dorn"]
Enemies: These guys fit the bill...

Nubica’s training saber was not designed for fully-powered blasters, so instead of trying to block them, she simply put up a Force Barrier to protect herself.

Fortunately her comrade was able to deal with the blaster bolts and once he’d disarmed one of them, the others seemed to lose the will to fight; now only half-heartedly making an effort to kill them.

Deciding imitation was the sincerest form of flattery, Nubica dropped her shield and focused on pulling the remaining two guns to her. It was surprisingly easy and she grinned as they snapped into her palms. Pointing them at the men, she indicated they should put their hands up.

“Go,” she said to Mantic. “I’ll cuff these and catch you up.”

 

[Mantic Dorn]

Location: Surface of Brentaal IV
Objective: Fight crime
Allies: Nubica Felidae Lilin Imperieuse
Enemies: Crime boss

9/20
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Mantic nodded at [member="Nubica Felidae"] and darted passed the prisoners she had gotten hold off. Just around the corner a door was lowering itself to the floor sealing them off from the inner room os fhe strucutre.
With a rush of force he empowered his steps and threw himself, feet first, gliding just underneath the doorway.
It was a fulfilling sensation. to have allowed the force to guide oneself in such a drastic maneuver but he soon realized he had no time to lay on the floor to contemplate upon this.

In the middle of the room stood one slim looking gentlemen, Zabrak, wearing a fine black suit and allot of bling on his fingers.

"Sir, please." Mantic pleaded. "There is no further need for violence. Let me put your under arrest."
The man chuckled and with lightning speed he drew a hold up gun from his jacket and fired a precise shot at the jedi. Mantic swept low to make the shot directed at the ceiling. A warning.

"You do not want violence anymore. You should put down the weapon and surrender." Mantic focused. He felt the mind of the man in front of him. It was not very strong but put up a fight non the less.
"I..." he growled. "I don't want violence any.... anymore." he finally hissed and slowly allowed Mantic to approach him to relieve him from the weapon.

With the man in custody Mantic opened up a channel to [member="Nubica Felidae"]

"I think we got the situation under control. For now. Are you alright?"

 

[Danger Arceneau]

Bengal Shipbuilders.
11/20

Arceneau Trade and Browncoat Industries

The platforms were certainly up to par, mused Danger, her full hipped gait taking her through the first floor hanger bay of the large Bengal Shipbuilder structure. With a bit of elbow grease, she'll be able to refurbish these and expand them. Perhaps even add a few more extensions to those platforms, connect a fuel station.

There was more than just salvaging metal and ore for what she was planning. No, she was itching to use solarium glasteel and other green energy products to make the most of these platforms. A smaller footprint was her goal. It would be a bit more expensive, and certainly require a higher investment, but the results would be to her satisfaction.

Perhaps she could collaborate with [member="Judah Dashiell"]? Salacia Consolidated could do with expanding onto Brentaal IV as well. Not to mention, they worked well together.

"What do you think Miss. Arceneau." came the associate's query, as the other employees from Arceneau Trade came to a stop beside her.

​

​

There came her shining smile, bright green eyes surveying the woman.


"Well take them all."

 

[Judah Dashiell]

Location : Via Holotransmission ( [member="Danger Arceneau"] )
Posts : 1/20



It was too early in the morning to be woken up on Ceto. Judah had yet to see the sun rise above the ocean. Here he was, shuffling into the office after throwing a shirt on. The comlink at his bedside and buzzed constantly until he answered. Something about a meeting about some old shipbuilder.


With his brain still partially asleep there were no cognitive skills to make sense of the messages. Some nonsense about getting on a holo-conference with some representative or another. Muscle memory seemed to make the proper connections to someone at Arceneau Trade. They were entirely too chipper. Perhaps it was because it appeared to be mid-day at her current location.


"Miss Arceneau wants to know if you're interested in the old Bengal Shipbuilder structures. Perhaps you could use one of them?"


A slow blink. Judah ran a hand through messy curls in order to try to fix them.


"....I guess? Pencil me in for one I suppose...."


This warranted a early morning wake up call?

 

[Danger Arceneau]

Bengal Shipbuilders.
12/20
[member="Judah Dashiell"]

Arceneau Trade and Browncoat Industries

Chipper wasn't even half of it. This woman had her fifth cup of stim caf and she was ready for anything! Beyond sickeningly pleasant and cordial, she was just so happy.

"Wonderful! You would be pleased to know Cee Eee Oh Dashiell, that these are late model XQ2 Platforms." she went on to describe in peppy details like a holoshow telecaster, " They are designed to act as a waypoint for travelers visiting highly populated planets, and we are pleased to find so many available on Brentaal IV!"

You could practically hear the wide smile in her voice. It made one wonder if that made her jaw hurt.

"With Brentaal IV on the crossroads of two main Hyperspace routes, Miz Arceneau is hoping to perhaps expand and renovate these platforms to pursue a greener alternative. Miz Arceneau was curious if you would be interested in the endevour to expand Salacia Consolidated within this Republic space hub!"

 

[Judah Dashiell]

Via Holotransmission | [member="Danger Arceneau"]
2/20
Enemies : Chipper Representatives, Early A.M. wake up calls.



There was more slow blinking as the woman made her sales pitch. It seemed she was extremely excited about these XQ2 platforms, as if she earned a commission on each sale or sign up per platform. If she didn't, perhaps Judah could offer to pay her to be slightly less chipper and excited.


"I....could be interested, I would have to speak to Miss Arceneau first and hammer out details. I would also have to be more awake Miss."


A slight yawn, Judah leaned back in his comfortable office chair. Maybe he could fall asleep here while the Arceneau Rep continued on talking. Woman could hold a conversation with a brick wall if she wanted.


"Uh, Miss? How about you tell Miss Arceneau I want two stations. One for green energy R'n'D and the other as an extra location, an expansion point. I assume you have the Salacia Consolidated banking accounts on file? Just remove the credits from there and we'll be in business as they say."


Anything to make this woman go away. Hell, he'd buy all the platforms at this point in order to go back to sleep.

 

[Ilias Nytrau]

-- Objective Three --​

Trade Hall
Cormond, Brentaal IV
Post 5 of 20

He turned to [member="Faith Balor-Organa"] when she asked after any specialties of Brentaal IV, where food was concerned.

"There is a fish endemic to this world, and it comes out with a nice, buttery flavour," he said, looking away for a moment to scan the table, then gesturing to the other end from where he sat, "over there, served simply with salt and pepper. It doesn't need much else, but many are fond of a tart citrus to compliment it."

Shortly after his answer was given, [member="Geneviève Lasedri"] had more words for him. He shifted in his seat, and looked to her as he gave his response.

"I have my well-informed suspicions, Prime Minister, but it is never so simple. My peers are each possessed of very well honed sabacc faces, thus, it is a game of whispering subtleties," he said, plucking a full glass of red from by his still-empty plate, "and my opponent will slip, in time."

 

[Geneviève Lasedri]

Gen simpered as she set down her wine glass following a sip. Politics could be as invigorating as they could be frustrating. This predicament smelled a little of both qualities. "Then I hope your sabacc face is better than theirs."

Of course, they would always slip. Either that, or the real controller of Brentaal's economy would stand up. Considering the fact that Lasedri was a native of its agricultural and politically studious neighbor, she hoped this man was the right one. He seemed democratic enough for a person who had implied that he had much of his homeworld at his fingertips. Not that she had never heard a little exaggeration before. "Your opponent will slip. We'll make sure of that." Because a republic is not purely a democracy, after all. Such details often went unspoken.

They would be fine, and the Brentaal System would likely declare its realignment with the Galactic Republic. As long as they were not being played by Trozky himself. At least, not completely played.