Faction Frontier Liberation: Salt the Earth || The Confederacy

[Zhuan Cao]

Location: Rothana
Objective: Attend Session
Tags: Vemric Keldra Tertius C. Nargath Arjen Herrix Rulonom Laborr Eva Malström Makai Dashiell Hester Shedo
Gear: Ship - Rì chū | Protocol droid

NB: All boxed text is spoken in Atrisian but is translated into galactic basic by the parliament speaker system.​

The executive listened to the head of state speak with a smile. She was very pleased that the man leaned away from pages of pleasantries and the common trappings of politics and went straight into the important matters, very business like, very acceptable. She slid the small box across her desk in order to reach her voice projector. She had taken the liberty of providing each and every delegate here with a small token. A box containing various pleasant creams, and gifts each embossed with the White Lotus of her company, and of course tailored to the various species present.

But enough of that, it was time to speak.

"Good day, my Lords, Ladies and Gentlemen.

I am Chairwoman Zhuan Cao of White Lotus and I am pleasured to speak with you all. I am one who crosses our borders on many occasions for business and we have three most pressing forces to address. The League to the West and the Hutts to the North shall both make for profitable business connections, and as such I would encourage good delegates to favour positive ties."

She sipped on water and smirked thinking of her next.

"To our south east is a more... interesting issue. That of the Mandalorian Enclave, their power wanes, to our benefit. But their pride and strong self determinism... I think a peaceful border with those warriors is almost essential."

She was not a politicians, she was a businesswoman, it may not even be possible to treat with the mandalorians, but the cost of not managing the threat the post could be incalculable.

 

[Tertius C. Nargath]

TAG: Rulonom Laborr | Makai Dashiell | Vemric Keldra | Hester Shedo | Eva Malström | Zhuan Cao | Arjen Herrix | @open​

While he wandered around the newly assigned parliamentary building, having left his security team behind outside of these halls where business and politics would be defined and determined for the budding faction to follow and adhere, Tertius noticed that Viceroy Rulonom Laborr of the Trade Federation had also arrived and not much later, the scion of house Dashiell; Makai Dashiell had also made their appearance. These two were the only ones the Marquis had managed to either meet face to face or know on a strangely more intimate level compared to all the others. The strangely esotheric looking person; Zhuan Cao was someone the Chairman of the N&Z only knew because of her recent request for a shipment of Protocol droids. All the rest though, for now...were to be approached with both a bit of caution and a much higher degree of formality, in order to avoid stepping on some toes.

At long last though, the parliament was opened in the fullness of its function when the one behind the Confedracy's resurgence revealed themselves in what could only be described as taking splendor one step too far. If people already thought the House Nargath's choice of clothing could be over the top, this gentleman displayed an elegance and splencor which seemed both mesmerizing and off-putting to the Marquis, yet he relented and thought it simply the chosen aesthetic of a man who delighted in flair and theatre. Still, despite it all, Tertius could not deny that Vemric Keldra managed to do the one thing that would be considered important for a leader in a setting and situation like this: draw people's attention.

Despite his initial hesitation, Tertius listened as he heard the words, the request to those presently at the Parliament, to gave rise to their voice and speak candidly and truthfully about the matters at hand, to define the political position of the Confederacy by simply asking everyone to bring their minds and hearts together in order to formulate the very cornerstone of any faction: their foreign policy.

Listening to the next one to speak, that esotheric one... Zhuan Cao , hearing her words being translated from what appeared to be Atrisian...not a language the Marquis was all too fluid in, Tertius could only nod and agree to the majority of her words. Truth could be found in her decisive, yet soft spoken words, talk about possible corporate connections, opportunities for profit and strength, but also talk about other less favorable entities within the galaxy and close to the Confederacy's borders.

"My apologies," Raising his arm, Tertius hoped to gain the attention of Vemric Keldra , standing up from the seat he had been assigned in order to give presence to his voice. "Ladies and Gentlemen present here today, I am Tertius Nargath, Marquis of House Nargath of Eriadu and chairman of the N&Z Umbrella Corporation. Both my family and my company have had a history of ups and downs with the last iteration of the Confederacy. Ofcourse back in those days, the Confederacy stretched so far and wide that it could have swallowed up the current Sith Order twice over."

Allowing himself to chuckle for a moment, Tertius cleared his throat and continued. "I ask all of you, not just those who have once been part of the older iterations of the Confederacy, but all of you... To unilaterally uphold a neutral and balanced policy for this nation, for at the dawn of a political entity, it is unwise to start off with enmity or bad blood towards others without first creating dialogue."

 

[Tyzin Robb]

Tag: Tamna Korvan Rissk Takeshi Ryu Jas Katis Sentros Hannascand Tharil
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Tyzin Robb leaned against the cool alley wall, one hand on the cold durasteel crate beside him. His head still swam from the drinks, but he knew he couldn't let that get in the way. Not now. The Marunda Cartel was a slippery beast, and he needed to play his part as the drunken veteran without arousing suspicion. It was all part of the game, one he'd played many times before during his stint as a mercenary. Blend in, lay low, and wait for the right moment.

The commander's voice echoed through his comms. :: I sincerely hope you will be in fighting condition, Robb. ::

Tyzin smirked, though he couldn't help but feel a little chastised. He had learned that when it came to dealing with Cartels, you had to move fast and adapt. A few more seconds of composure and he could head back out into the fray, but the urgency in the commander's voice had shaken off the last of his tipsiness. Tyzin listened to the chatter, hearing Tharil patch in the cartel conversation. His hand instinctively reached for his sidearm, and his body tensed. The plan was going south fast, and they'd just been marked for assassination. Great.

:: What do we do? I'm still in the clear, should we proceed or..? :: Tharil's voice came over the comms.

Tyzin cursed under his breath, still hidden behind the crate. The plan had always been to lure the cartel out, but now that they were moving on the team, he knew that lying in wait was no longer an option. Tyzin muttered into the comms, standing up from his hiding spot, straightening out his jacket, and adjusting his blaster holster. "We can't afford to sit on our hands while they set us up. Hit them hard, hit them fast I say."

The alley wasn't the best place for an exit, but it gave Tyzin an advantage, a clear line of sight to one of the rooftops where one of the cartel's snipers had set up. Without hesitation, he raised his blaster pistol up and fired. The shot landed with a satisfying crack, and the sniper tumbled from his perch.

Of course, people who he thought were just scumbags turned out to be some of the said assassins. Blaster rifles, pistols and other weaponry came out and started opening fire at him. He took cover behind that crate once more, leaning to his commlink "It's going south fast. I'm pinned down." he hadn't expected the cartel to be on top of them like this, with only an blaster pistol and a durasteel crate keeping him from dying, he really wasn't in the best position right now.

 

[Danger Arceneau]

Interacting with: Eva Malström Rulonom Laborr Makai Dashiell Tertius C. Nargath Zhuan Cao Vemric Keldra Arjen Herrix Hester Shedo | Open for interaction
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Danger Arceneau eased back into her chair, the smooth leather molding comfortably around her as she settled in. She'd arrived early, but had already been occupied with a meeting alongside a former Confederacy Representative to properly mingle. Arceneau Trade had always maintained fruitful dealings with the Confederacy in the last four decades across the many iterations that rose. Now, with the Confederacy making another resurgence, Danger welcomed familiar faces and opportunities with her usual poised grace.

The room was filled with old acquaintances and fresh faces alike. Some she recognized from a recent business summit, others she knew on a more personal level. Her gaze flicked across the crowd, briefly catching sight of Makai, likely representing Aina Holdings -- perhaps even Salacia Consolidated. The Trade Federation was present too, with the Viceroy taking the lead. And there, not too far away, sat Mister Nargath of N&Z Umbrella Corporation.

With practiced discretion, Danger glanced down at her datapad, her fingers lightly swiping through the profiles of the other companies and entities in attendance. She took in the names, the histories, and the known alliances, tucking the information away for future use.

A soft murmur beside her pulled her attention back. "Would you care for a drink, ma'am?" The offer was polite, unobtrusive.

"Corellian whiskey. Neat," Danger replied, her voice smooth, carrying that ever-present cordial warmth. When the glass was brought to her, she accepted it with a gloved hand, the gleam of her jeweled rings catching the light against the sleek black Henku leather.

For now, she remained a quiet observer, letting the others speak first. It wasn't her style to jump into the fray without taking the time to listen, to weigh each word carefully. There was more to be learned by reading between the lines, seeing the truth behind their statements, and deciphering what truly drove them.

Arceneau Trade's stance, of course, needed no grand introduction. Their position had always been clear -- neutrality and the pursuit of free trade. While others might get tangled in political disagreements, Danger knew the importance of keeping goods and credits flowing. After all, that was how you ensured prosperity, not just for yourself, but for the people who relied on those goods to survive. And that, to Danger, was the heart of good business.

 

[Su Rov]

Objective III: Investigate disturbance

Tag: Tyrias Aran Open​

Just as the patrol were making another pass for the capital on the opposite side when a fullscale alert beeps repeatedly on their consoles. Blinking Su Rov pulled the fighter craft upwards as her squadron leader on the right did the same exclaiming.

"Routine over kid! Let's see what's going on!"

"Roger Silver Leader." Su said in acknowledgment. Inwardly she hoped this wasn't an invasion.

Behind her Tin whistled in binary, projecting concern and Su nodded. They certainly hadn't expected action so soon. Soon enough the fighter pair escaped the atmosphere and into space where the defense fleet awaited. It wasn't long before more Meteor fighters linked up with them in a v shaped formation. The Silver Squadron has assembled.

On the comms, a Transdosen voice, Sliver Five hissed before remarking.

"Who do you all think is crashing this party?"

"The Sith." Sliver Three answered without hesitation and a hint of hatred. Quickly Sliver Seven interjected

"Maybe it's the Enclave, their remnants I mean, coming to reclaim their power."

Su shook her head. "I doubt that Rari. Most of those bucket heads have abandoned Kestri by now and went to crusade up north."

"Cut the chatter Slivers we got a job to do. Follow my lead." Their leader declared with full authority, earned from years of experience.

Joined by three other squadrons of fighters they flew toward the source of the disturbance. Their sensors picked up the massive signature. Within minutes they all see it with their own eyes.

It's a space station. Su thought with full realization followed by puzzlement. There’s no hyperdrive engines detected from it. Then Silver Leader sent a message to the new arrivals onboard.

"Attention unknown station this is Flight Leader Daz Sason of the Confederate Navy. Identify yourselves and state your intentions."

 

[Rissk]

Kaddak
Open Marketplace
- Jas Katis - Tharil - Takeshi Ryu - Tyzin Robb - Sentros Hannascand -
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:: All units, be advised. Several military aged individuals have eyes on us. Suspicion to believe they are part of the cartel. Get ready to move. ::

Rissk didn't mean to freeze, but it wasn't every day someone told you killers might be watching you pet your bird.

The Trandoshan stopped moving, before inconspicuously craning his neck around to look for enemies. He seemed to be in the clear- he was probably the least suspicious looking out of the whole group. Moreso than any of the others, he didn't seem the military type.

"Kay, buddy," he said, picking up the young chick with some strain, and pushing him up the nearby wall, where he finally clambered up with his sharp claws. "Watch clossse. Like we practiced." Bird chirped in agreement. He was a smart little guy.

A few things happened in very quick succession. A speeder seemed to go out of control. Blaster shots began to zip around the immediate area. The go ahead was given. Rissk observed the area, looking for where he'd be the most help. Sure, he could rush in, guns blazing... but where would that leave him? Surrounded and dead. Better to help others get there with him.

From his unpressured vantage point, he could see Takeshi Ryu suppressed in the street... but he couldn't do much about that. He wasn't a good enough shot to pick off entrenched positions. But over at the open bar by Tyzin Robb , the criminals were grouped up, relying on numbers to overwhelm enemy. It was perfect.

"It's going south fast. I'm pinned down."

Rissk shot back a reply, unslinging a weapon from his shoulder. "<Be there in a moment. Ssstay alive.>"

One moment, Tyzin was surrounded by blazing blasters and ill-intented faces, the next... smoke choked the area, obscuring everyone's vision, causing the enemy to cry out in surprise. Well, everyone but the owner of the sawed-off shotgun, that strode through the smoke, unloading stun shot into people's backs as they flailed and blasted wildly at nothing.

Red eyes flashed in the darkness towards the older man. "Go! I've got your back."

 

[Ardin Paskal]

parliament ❀ rothana ❀ outer rim

Rothana was a breath of... if not fresh, then delightfully frigid air, and the very moment Ardin Paskal had stepped off the ramp of his ship and into the chilly Rothanan morning, his eyes had fluttered shut and he had breathed in deep of that icyness, and imagined himself in a far off place, however briefly.

When Zhuan finished speaking, she would find him to the right of her, having slipped quietly into place in the interval between her words and those of the Head of State... but before he would grant her a single word, he leant an ear towards the next speaker. At the conclusion, he turned in a quiet aside towards his cousin, though his eyes remained pinned softly on the Eriaduan Lord,
"「首を吊るのに十分なロープを与える」というのが彼の意味だ。" At least, that was how he would interpret it. "そう思わないか？"

Oh, he wasn't a pessimist, no... and he wasn't truly looking for a response; it was a game. To see whether he would be pleasantly surprised in coming to know the people around him, or proven correct, and sometimes there would even be a wager if Zhuan were willing. It behooved him, as the chosen heir of his grandfather, the severe Sōgen Tanaka - for which Ardin was the Lord Seijirō Tanaka (Seijirō being his second given name) in the family register - to be able to get the measure of people as accurately as possible.

Zhuan, like most of his Atrisian relations and connections, called him by that second name, or when they had been children, some diminutive of it, but these days he hardly ever tolerated that childish appellation, and certainly not from his lovers... which had caused him to be told by some that he took himself too seriously.

Even the birdpeople considered him too self-serious, a thought that provoked a delicate frown as he turned his gaze back to the assembly in general to observe. Those feathered fools, high on their mountain perches, were haughty, judgemental of the other species that outnumbered them and called their native land home... but that hadn't been his concern, not initially. He had ended up on Rishi at the behest of old oaths his grandfather had made, and ulterior motives circumstance had in turn gotten him involved.

Then the fledgling Confederate state came knocking.

Vemric Keldra • Tertius C. Nargath • Zhuan Cao • Arjen Herrix • Rulonom Laborr • Eva Malström • Makai Dashiell • Danger Arceneau​

 

[Tyrias Aran]

Objective III: Things Old New Again

Rothana System
Su Rov | Open​

Tyrias ignored the quiet groans of metal that permeated the control center every now and then. The full extent of the damage hadn't been identified yet, but at least they'd managed not to sheer off an entire pylon. The preliminary reports of casualties is what had darkened the Chiss' expression. Even on a good day losing people was a damn problem, but just how many of their own were they expected to lose on this... 'mission?' What else was she supposed to call it to give it all some sort of meaning?

"Sir."

The data pad slacked against the console as she dropped it mid-turn to look over at the sensor technician.

"Inbound fighters. Sensors are distorted right now, but they appeared to launch from capital ships in the area."

Fighters usually came from somewhere, and it was pretty much certain to be a large vessel or a planet. Damn. Where were they? "Get those readings cleaned up. Jaell, I want that communication system functioning perfectly by the time they arrive." In what by the next minute, but whoever said Chiss were laid back commanders?

"Fighters approaching defense perimeter!" Not that they had any weapons to establish that at present.

"Have our pilots on standby," Tyrias ordered as her red eyes watched the indicators for the approaching ships draw closer. The moment they established a weapons lock they'd need their fighters out there to intercept.

Jaell looked up from his console, "Incoming transmission."

"Attention unknown station this is Flight Leader Daz Sason of the Confederate Navy. Identify yourselves and state your intentions."

Tyrias' lips thinned as her red eyes stared out the forward windows. Confederate Navy? The tips of her fingers danced over the controls to bring up the technical readout of the broadcast itself. If they were of the Confederacy how did they not recognize...? "This is Admiral Tyrias Aran of the Confederate Space Station Tirco Vizan," or Last Port/Haven in Common, "your identity cannot be confirmed, Flight Leader. Authenticate." Meanwhile, she entered their own response to the inevitable challenge -- one Daz might be able to validate the station's identity, whereas Tyrias would not be able to do the same since they came from a former iteration of the Confederacy with different codes.

Muffled voices soon drew a sharp, red eye. Unnecessary chatter, especially when communicating with a potential enemy-- "Sir," a young woman hastily slid in behind her with a data pad held out for Tyrias to accept, "we think we've identified our rough position in the galaxy." The way she held her composure was commendable; Tyrias was proud the crew had come so far in discipline despite the circumstances they'd been thrown into.

"Very good. Return to your station." Their Chiss commander waited until she'd stepped back before her eyes fell to the pad's display. This couldn't be right; the calculations put them in the middle of Wild Space? They were light years away from where they should be. Perhaps the sensor distortions had introduced inaccurate data for the calculations?

 

[Hester Shedo]

Hester Shedo
The Parliament Building| Rothana
TAG: : Eva Malström | Rulonom Laborr | Tertius C. Nargath | Zhuan Cao | Vemric Keldra | Arjen Herrix Makai Dashiell

Hester stood before the assembled Parliament, her palms slightly damp, heart thrumming with the weight of the moment. The chamber, grand and gleaming, was charged with anticipation. The newly constructed legislative hall on Rothana was abuzz, though a hush fell over the crowd as she took her place at the podium. Her eyes swept the room briefly, taking in the new faces, the fresh banners of a Confederacy she had helped mold. She inhaled deeply, her fingers brushing the smooth wood of the stand, and began.

"There are moments such as this in the life of a public servant," she said, her voice steady despite the churn of nerves. "They may only number a few, perhaps just a handful. They are irrefutably recognisable and undeniably vital. They can be seeded into your memory for the remainder of your days."

She paused, letting the gravity of her words sink in. Her gaze flickered across the room, recalling a similar assembly years before. "I have recollections of moments such as this," she continued, "standing in another iteration of this august body, one that carried the same name. And, like that day, I too carry the same sense of duty, a debt that cannot be repaid to the people who placed me here."

Her breath steadied as she spoke, her voice gaining strength. She allowed herself a brief, wistful smile as she remembered her beginnings. "When I was born on Scarif, it was under Imperial occupation. Growing up as I did on that jewelled world, I had visions beyond that which had been laid before me. After my school days on Naboo, my young life saw its fair share of turmoil."

Her voice grew softer, tinged with emotion as she approached a more personal note. "The assassination of my beloved husband not only spurred me on to take up his fallen mantle but to be the very first Viceroy of a liberated and independent Scarif, one that owed its allegiance to an ideal of liberty, not an oppressive regime."

For a moment, she hesitated, the memory still raw even after so many years. The room was still, and she pushed on. "My planetary administration oversaw the construction of great works, things that are to this day marvels of engineering and ingenuity."

Hester straightened, regaining her composure as she shifted to a broader perspective. "We took in refugees during great crisis after great crisis, we stood firm under the CONFEDERACY FIRST crisis, something we see echoes of in the Dark Empire's latest economic crackdowns."

The words stirred her core, reminding her of the fierce debates of her youth. She folded her hands before her and smiled faintly. "In my younger days, I spoke with great passion about the importance of offering sanctuary to those fleeing war and destruction. While my words then may have been bold, I still believe in the principle that compassion should guide us. However," her tone softened, "I now understand that this must be balanced with a responsible approach to security and governance."

She scanned the room, her gaze locking with a few older colleagues who had been present at that first speech. "In that maiden speech," she said, voice steady once more, "I called upon the Confederacy to stand for those who cherish the ideals of autonomy and freedom. Today, I stand by that belief, but with the wisdom that partnership and dialogue with our neighbors are also key to securing a lasting peace. Where once I feared 'self-regarding posturing,' I now see that diplomacy and shared purpose can often be the path to ensuring both our values and our security."

Hester felt her pulse slow as the familiar rhythm of leadership returned. "My time serving in the Presidium as Minister for Influence allowed me to oversee the great task of diplomatic relations with the great powers of the galaxy, all too few now gone, much like the Confederacy of old."

A twinge of melancholy crept into her voice. She lowered her gaze momentarily, collecting herself. "You will forgive my indulgence here today. Forgive an old woman her moment yet again. To have been called to help rebuild my home world, after the ravages of the plague that so affected this region of space, is the single greatest honor of my life."

Her voice thickened with emotion. "And I will lay bare my heart and mind to any who would use it to build upon great ideals and great foundations."

Hester took a step back from the podium, but only for a moment, before standing tall again. "We must ensure cooperation and collaboration with our neighbors," she declared, her voice firm once more. "Let this be a region of space where there can be independence and true liberty, not one suppressed by bureaucracy nor bludgeoned with a baton."

The chamber was utterly silent as her final words echoed through the hall. She let her eyes drift from face to face. "Let this be a beacon to those whose refuge they seek."

Hester exhaled slowly, the nervous tension dissolving into a quiet, steady pride.

 

[Arjen Herrix]

ROTHANA | PARLIAMENT
TAGS: Vemric Keldra | Tertius C. Nargath | Zhuan Cao | Hester Shedo | Rulonom Laborr | Eva Malström | Makai Dashiell | Ardin Paskal
GEAR: Hellion ceremonial uniform

Arjen sat quietly with his eyes shifting around as more and more people from pretty much all corners of the galaxy filed in. Most of them he didn't recognize, apart from two. The President himself, mostly from comms and the profile of his flagship, but he did recognize him. The other was none other than Hester Shedo, an old employer of the Hellions. Some sketchy business went down back then, and he would put money on saying that it was a history they both would likely want to forget.

He was so deep in thought that the sudden arrival of another politician caught him completely by surprise.

"New faces, new opportunities,"

"All of this ceremony and pomp would not be possible without the service of men like yourself."

He blinked and shifted to rise before stretching his hand out for the woman to shake. He was a bit taken back by the compliment. It sounded... off. Not insincere, more generic if he had to fish for a word. Very similar to what some civilians have told him and the Commander. "Well, for you ma'am, all in a day's work." He quipped with a wink. Nothing wrong with a little cheek to spruce up this boring meeting.

She took the liberty of introducing herself first. "Admiral Arjen Herrix of the Hellion Navy." He responded in kind. With the pleasantries out of the way, Arjen sat down again and waited for the meeting to begin. He gave his notes one last check before the President began to speak. One by one, the delegates began to speak up with Arjen making notes on what they had to say as well as who they were. Though he drew to a pause for a moment when Hester spoke up. Her words were moving and he nearly forgot to note it down. However her last bit drew the same frown from the Admiral that the others did.

Relations with their neighbours.

"If I may, honourable members." He spoke up, rising from his seat with an adjustment of his coat. A faint clink of medals resounded. "I am Admiral Arjen Herrix of the Hellion Navy. You might have seen my fleet in orbit as you entered." He started with a grin.

"As the representing entity of the armed forces defending our new borders, I do agree that dialogue must be established with our... near-peer neighbours. However I am in strong disagreement with the honourable member Cao in regards to the Mandalorians only a stone's throw away from our current position." He paused to glance around the room.

"The former Enclave might be a shadow of its former self, however that does not eliminate them as a threat in their entirety. I have it on very good authority that a significant portion of their former military has joined forces with this new Neo-Crusader horde that sprung up only recently. If you haven't been watching the news, they are not exactly a friendly bunch." He gave a smirk as he adjusted the notes on his datapad. "The Hellion Private Military has engaged these Mandalorians directly a dozen times at least in every single major conflict in the last few decades, and many more engagements indirectly. They are a highly volatile entity that does not take well to negotiations as we know it, and they have been known to be driven to near extinction numerous times and still recover, only to tear the Galaxy a new one... pardon my Ryl." He took a breath and brushed his hair back as he eyed the delegates.

"It is my professional view with numerous personal interactions with these... people... that I highly advise against attempting to reach out to these Mandalorians. It is vital to have allies, and we must certainly strive to maintain good relations with our neighbouring states at present... but in certain cases there is very little room for compassion as honourable minister Shedo put it. I passionately implore that the honourable members of this court do not entertain the thought of reaching out to these brutes too graciously." He gave a nod and took a step back, however he remained standing for a few seconds in case anyone had a comment for him to answer on.

 

[Xazzex Xivar]

Rothana

Tag: Vemric Keldra | Tertius C. Nargath | Zhuan Cao | Hester Shedo | Rulonom Laborr | Eva Malström | Makai Dashiell | Ardin Paskal | Arjen Herrix

"Shared purpose."

The lean, green woman known as Xazzex Xivar slowly uncrossed her leg and stood to her full height, her glass of wine still cradled in her hand as she stepped forward. "What purpose do we here share?" Her bright eyes swept over those in attendance. "To what aim is this Confederacy of Independent Systems striving toward?"

"I heard so many lofty ideals and the words of aching hearts when Falleen was ever so graciously inducted into the prior Confederacy." By her predecessor of whom was removed of office promptly thereafter by a much younger Xazzex. "An organization devoted to uplifting the weak, the helpless, the poor, and the downtrodden. Their reach was long even well outside their own borders. Their military might truly a sight to behold. And what did their valiant ideals earn them in the end? How many other governments in this galaxy lent them a hand when they were in need? When the terrorists struck and their careless handling of a Force artifacts slowly tore away at them from beyond the Veil."

"My... suggestion, Mister President of this newly formed Confederacy of Independent Systems," Xazzex's voice grew in volume, "is that you establish what this Confederacy means to accomplish. Is it to usher in the weak, the starving, and those fleeing persecution by Force Users? Or is it to see to the economic advancement of its people? For surely if the Confederacy's coffers grow so too will its infrastructure, and with it the capabilities to indulge in matters of the heart," her lips twisted to show what she thought of it despite knowing what the vocal majority desired.

"My suggestion, Mister President, is to not blindly welcome everyone into your embrace where they can slip a dagger so neatly between your ribs with a smile on their lips. The other governments want only what benefits them, and in the end will abandon the members of this Parliament just as swiftly as they did the last, and for all the same reason."

"I too do not trust the Mandalorians that wage war across the galaxy. Whose military might goes to whoever pays the most. Being a young coalition ourselves, it would be wise not to fall into delusion we will be that party. However, Mister President, my suggestion for a bill would be to welcome the Mandalorians still on Hefi and Kestri should they desire a peaceful and stable Wild Space as they always claimed. To establish guidelines of etiquette and protocol to avoid needless internal strife. And to make use of their strength should they prove to not be eager to join in the bloodshed so eloquently described by Admiral Herrix." Xazzex gave the crowd a scrutinizing sweep once more. "As I think you will all recall, diplomacy with the Mandalorians of the Enclave only went poorly once you started dictating terms and ignored their cultural values. A high crime the former Confederacy often engaged in believing it was for the betterment of all. So, I ask you all, just how Independent will Systems remain in this one?"

With that she lifted her glass in a toast before yielding the floor to whomever wanted to chime in next.

The Confederacy and the League were both concerns to Falleen. Not to mention the Alliance. They all thought themselves the galaxy's saviors there to set right all wrongs. Well, Falleen didn't need any wrongs set right. Their way of life suited them just fine and the sooner these busybodies realized that the sooner they'd benefit from the goods and services on offer.

As for the Mandalorians... it was a calculated risk. They would not appreciate what Falleen offered. It would be enticing to sabotage this Confederacy by inciting them to wage war against warriors they knew better how to slaughter than any present. Could the Confederacy back by the fleets above win? Certainly. Would the casualties allow them to cheerful proclaim it as a victory? Dubious. So, let them see Falleen as a partner. Secure their trade routes. Listen to what the "xenophobic criminals" had to say, because they spoke the unvarnished truth. Then, perhaps, they might be able to influence policy to the benefit of all -- as they claimed to desire.

Regardless of what came of the present day, Xazzex made a note to see whether Chairwoman Zhuan Cao, and Tertius Nargath, would be of a mind to make use of Falleen's services. Hester might be another of interest, but only once Xazzex understood whether she still favored the immigration of the faceless masses, or if the economic security of Scarif was of more importance.

 

[Su Rov]

Objective III: Reaction and Explanation
Tag: Tyrias Aran
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The following answer rendered the whole squadron a state of absolute confusion and disbelief. Tin at her socket let out an electric shriek in reaction with Su being speechless with her jaw dropped. Is this some kind of trick? The rest of the Rothana defense fleet further away heard it as well, causing similar shockwaves. Su shook her head and blinked some.

She heard some people from the past ending up here in the present but to possibly be a witness of it is something else entirely. A minute later Daz answered back to the supposed admiral.

"Your recognition codes check out but from years ago. You probably don't recognize ours because it's a long story but basically you're in the future."

To emphasize his point the flight leader transmitted to the Chiss Admiral and her crew the general history of what happened since their disappearance. Sliver squadron and the other three maneuvered away from the station and formed up in a holding position. Meanwhile Su couldn't help but sympathize for the people on the station.

I can't even imagine what they're feeling right now.

 

[Jas Katis]

KADDAK | THE SLIVER
THE CONFEDERACY | HELLION PRIVATE MILITARY GROUP
ALLIES: TC | Tharil | Rissk | Takeshi Ryu | Tyzin Robb | Sentros Hannascand
ENEMIES: Cartel
ENGAGING: N/A
GEAR: In bio | unit equipment

RUSTY CAGE​

The mission was quickly falling apart. Tharil linked the recorder from her probe to the comms channel, which quickly alerted the team that they had all been compromised. Jas’ eyes went wide, but before he could even give an order, shots rang out from within the target building as well as a transmission from one of their contractors inside.

In mere seconds the streets turned into total war as gangsters descended upon the Hellions. :: All units, green light. Tharil, Ryu, eliminate the targets. Ensure confirmation that they have been neutralised. The rest of you, drive the gangsters back. :: Jas barked over the comms as he drew his rifle from its resting place beneath his poncho.

Volleys of bolts burst from the Pureblood’s weapon as he shifted for cover behind a nearby speeder. At a glance, Ryu and Rissk seemed to handle themselves quite well. The rookie planted his speeder into some of the targets while the Trandoshan shifted to assist Robb, who was pinned into a corner. He was starting to like that lizard and his bird.

The chaos in the streets drove many civilians away, however it also spurred other bystanders to draw their own weapons and open fire on the two belligerent parties. It created a hell of a brawl with the amount of enemies multiplied exponentially. Jas tossed a grenade into the cover of a group of shooters huddled behind a stall, allowing the marshal commander to quickly sprint for a better vantage point. He had to give it to the damned Mandalorians. In situations like these, their equipment and close air support was immaculate. But alas, this mission was covert, which meant no air support or reinforcements.

It wouldn’t have been an issue, if the cartel didn’t know about the Hellion squad’s presence. Either they weren’t as incognito as he had thought, or someone tipped them off. An investigation on the contractors was going to have to be initiated.

Jas slid a fresh cell into his rifle and fired at a bunch of thugs that were moving in on Robb and Rissk before he shifted closer to cover their flank. ”Robb, Rissk! You two alright?” He called out to them as he took aim at another gunman. :: Tharil, Ryu, you managing? :: He continued over the comms.

 

[Makai Dashiell]

Wearing \ Gear : X | X | X | X | X
Interacting With : Danger Arceneau | Tertius C. Nargath | Vemric Keldra | Rulonom Laborr | Xazzex Xivar | Arjen Herrix | Ardin Paskal | Hester Shedo

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Makai sat back into the leather chair, watching the proceedings quietly. Thirty-Seven, his personal assistant droid, was busy taking notes of the speeches for himself and his wife. So far, there were three impassioned speeches that had hit the floor, all from politicians or military officials who were outlining the case for what the Confederacy of Independent Systems.

From his humble perspective, it was unwise to rattle the proverbial chains with the Mandos so quickly. He thought it would be a disaster for the fledgling coalition of systems, unless there were resources and a military he was unaware of. However, much like in business, one wanted to win over the hearts and minds of the general public before striking. Perhaps one of them would be wise enough to see this.

He caught sight of the flame-red hair of his mother-in-law, sipping on what looked like whisky as she listened to the proceedings as well. If he knew she was going to be in attendance, the half-Galan would have asked for the Trade Queen to share her notes and opinions while he stayed back on Gallinore. Pregnancy was not agreeing with his wife, to the point she was almost unable to leave home. He was wrestling with the fact that meant he would have to pull back on being too far away.

Not an issue - he had plans for the Hapes Cluster that would keep him plenty busy.

Yet his presence was important for today, even if he remained quiet. His real question regarded ones around economic policies. The Dark Empire was already alluded to - their harsh stance on business causing an embargo from a group of businesses including his own. If the Confederacy wanted to survive, Makai hoped they weren't as idiotic as the Dark Empire.

Picking up his water glass, he would continue to listen. There was no reason to chime in just yet.

 

[Tharil]

Green lit was all Tharil needed to hear. She hoisted her Charric to a ready hold and fell right into hold habits. With everyone outside getting shot at, her best bet was to make use of it and break her way inside. That'd be the logical thing to do. Which she didn't do at all. Cold logic was the way of her people, but after Csilla she couldn't help but operate not on just logic, but compassion.

Or at least not leaving her allies to bite the dust.

She hit out a window with the stock of her blaster and immediately opened fire. Quick, calculated shots to take out some of the thugs firing on those outside. She'd get a minute at most before the Cartel realized who she was shooting at, likely less if any came across her. :: Building to your left, no hostiles. You can set a charge and break into the compound. Sending location and path to the panic room. They'll head there the moment you break through. ::

Better to be support for the group than a lone assassin.

Jas Katis | Sentros Hannascand | Tamna Korvan | Rissk | Takeshi Ryu | Tyzin Robb

 

[Mars Raynor]

TAGS: Makai Dashiell | Danger Arceneau | Tertius C. Nargath | Vemric Keldra | Rulonom Laborr | Xazzex Xivar | Arjen Herrix | Ardin Paskal | Hester Shedo

Mars Raynor knew bureaucracy was a rollercoaster ride from hell, but even he wasn't ready for this. One week ago, he was sitting in some dingy customs office, fighting with some old broad about his ship's name. He messed up, wrote down Star Freight Empress, but who cares, right? Except, fast forward, and now he's sitting on an invite to a damn Parliament meeting, all because somebody thought Starlight Express was a legit rep. Mars wasn't gonna argue—this was his golden ticket.

The room was packed with heavy hitters: Trade Federation, Arceneau, Salacia, all the titans of industry looking for new ways to line their pockets after the Dark Empire nationalized that side of space. Mars knew they had credits to burn, and all he needed was a piece of that action. But here's the thing, a krayt dragon doesn't shed its scales, and Mars was still a spacer through and through. His thrift store suit? Looked like it came straight out of a clearance bin, and he had to throw that thick, ratty jacket over it—like a Hoth hermit wandering into a cocktail party. He stuck out bad, like a vibroblade in a room full of cushy blasters.

But Mars, he played it cool. Pinky out, sipping champagne like he belonged there. The suit might be wrong, but the smile? That he had nailed. He floated through the room, just close enough to rub elbows with the corporate giants, waiting for his chance to mine a fortune.

 

[Tamna Korvan]

F O X
MARUNDA COMPOUND | KADDAK
TAG: Sentros Hannascand | Jas Katis | Tharil | Rissk | Takeshi Ryu | Tyzin Robb

SEPERATE WAYS​

Dark ops was fun.

It had its hairy moments, but Tamna reveled under risk.

So here they were, on Kaddak, looking to root out the Marunda Cartel - from the inside no less. The majority of the team were outside to smoke the feckers when they leave the compound once they learn what Tamna and Sentros were up to. He was still an arrogant prick and she did have to save his ass on Oba Diah, but he managed to be weirdly competent with a gun. So when Katis had been picking through some Underworld prospects that could aid in this endeavour, she found herself recommending the bloody Snowflake to be on the INFIL with her.

As the duo moved through the compound to meet with the ringleaders, Tamna scoffed quietly. These were bloody amateurs but they somehow managed to get a foothold here. The damn T-visors really did let scum back into their old turf. Maybe they weren't as badass as they thought they were if the likes of this cartel managed to actually gain some prominence on this planet.

"So what expertise can you two give us? Especially now that this...new Confederacy is starting to sniff around." asked a burly Falleen who seemed to be one of the head honchos.
"Guns, slicing and sparkling personalities." deadpanned Tamna, eliciting a chuckle from some of the guards while the usual folds on the Falleen's forehead deepened as he frowned at her.
"Not the greatest of pitches to try and join us." he said.
"Look, this is not some smart corporate interview. We shoot that needs shooting, steal that needs stealing and we do it all in style. Hell, try finding another white haired peacock that can drawl at you all night long while he puts bolt after bolt in the heads of your challengers. And data just jump out the consoles for the chance to be in my vicinity." Holy shit, she sounded like she wanted this job real bad. This guy wishes.

Before he could answer, however, everything went south. Some fool barged in talking about data theft only to get a bolt between the eyes.

"Time to go"

"Damnit! Can't you keep your finger off a trigger for one second, Snowflake?" she barked at the Arkanian bastard as she ducked behind the desk while pulling her pistol. "I guess we're not getting the job then, hey chum?" she then directed at the Falleen before leaning around the desk and sending a particle bolt at him and dropping him where he stood. All his body guards were too slow to react, as Tamna dropped three of them too before readying herself to make a scoot-scoot for the door.

Behind his own cover not far from her, Sentros rummaged through his duffel before looking at her with a "Ready".
"For the record, I blame you for this hotbed now." she scoffed at him, but nodded her own affirmation. She knew the rest of the Hellions well enough to know that they could save their own asses. She now had to worry about both her own and the damn gunslinger's, despite all his droids. "Come on, Princess." she said while motioning for him. Those trigger fingers of his better work overtime.

Hurling a smoke grenade from behind the desk, she made sure that those left in the room would have a hard time seeing where they were. In theory they should be able to slip away.

She then moved in the direction of the door as the smoke started billowing from the grenade behind them.

 

[Odett Hallisk]

/:/ Rothana /:/
/:/ Tag: Rulonom Laborr Mars Raynor Vemric Keldra Xazzex Xivar Makai Dashiell Tertius C. Nargath Arjen Herrix Ardin Paskal Hester Shedo Zhuan Cao /:/
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The magnificent structure of the Confederate Parliament on Rothana towered over Deputy Director Odett Hallisk as he stepped into the grand hall, which was populated by corporate representatives, governors, and leaders from various planets within the general vacinity. Towering columns reached towards the lofty domed ceiling, embellished with elaborate carvings that celebrated the emergence of a new government within the galaxy, strategically situated in the former territory of the Mandalorian Enclave whose prowess in combat was commendable. ​

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Although such prowess did not exactly help them to survive the turn of the century, as they launched a vicious strike on the Galactic Alliance but ultimately collapsed from internal complications. The Muun held significant hopes for the New Confederacy, since it was bolstered by the substantial military support provided by Hex Inc, a mercenary and security firm renowned for its efficiency and sophistication, as extensively recorded leading up to 900 ABY. ​

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The establishment of the Joint-Investment Board by Rulonom Laborr resulted in the Banking Clan and the Trade Federation acquiring a dominant position in both the currency market and the commercial shipping sector. Collectively, they were referred to as the Union of Two Towers, each entity formidable in its own right, yet indomitable when united.​

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Odett paused briefly to organize his thoughts, jotting down notes on the datapad positioned before him. ​

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" Distinguished members of this assembly, it is imperative that we engage in a thorough examination of the various arguments and proposals surrounding our foreign policy toward the diverse factions, fiefdoms, empires, and oligarchical democracies that shape our geopolitical landscape. However, it is strikingly evident that the majority of these proposals lack a robust foundation in economic theory. As the representative of the Banking Clan, I strongly advocate for an evaluation framework that considers each nation through the lens of its economic contributions to the Confederacy instead of a diplomacy-first mandate.​

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For instance, when assessing the Mandalorian factions such as the Enclave or even these New Mandalorians, we recognize their potential as exceptional auxiliary mercenaries and highly skilled special operations forces, which could significantly enhance our military capabilities beyond the scope of Helix Inc at this current juncture. Furthermore, the League of Autonomous Systems presents a compelling case with its surplus resources such as skilled laborers, smugglers, hidden transportation routes behind Sith Order's battle lines inherited from the Rimward Trade League and its status as holder of numerous manufacturing hubs such as the one on Geonosis. " The Muun said with a rather nasily voice. ​

 

[Takeshi Ryu]

Tag: Sentros Hannascand Jas Katis Tyzin Robb Rissk Tamna Korvan Tharil​

Takeshi Ryu loudly cursed in Taonese firing three shot bursts two times from his improvised cover toward two hostiles trying to flank him. Quickly though the merc was forced down with parts of the stall being repeatedly clipped away by blasterfire. Strings of noodles fell on his left shoulder pad and hot water splashed on top of the helmet. The latter dripped down even on the visor. Ryu wiped some off of it with his heart pounding as a Wookiee drum.

He was both scared and angry all at once. The constant field exercises and simulations from the past two years can help but nothing truly had prepared him for this life and death struggle. Only the discipline he learned from that time and his will to fight on kept him focused. Gritting his teeth despite the urge to panic, Ryu knelt and angled himself to look out from the right side. He spotted a Nikto popping his head out and Ryu fired another three round burst that seared into the hostile who collapsed sideways.

In return the rookie Hellion got blasted on the edge of his helmet knocking him down. Wincing with a grunt he pulled himself just as a human assassin rushed in thinking she just killed the merc. Ryu lifted his rifle, switching to full auto as his would-be killer's eyes widened in horror. Multiple blaster shots shredded the hired contractor's upper body before she topped face first.

"Now you're dead." Ryu whispered in an angry taunt.

Grunting some more he rolled back to the cover of the noodle stall. It was then Ryu heard Jas' question from the unit's comm channel.

"I'm alive Boss, ouch...more or less. Got five of these sleemos."

It was then he noticed the chaos expanding all over the place. With a number of bystanders taking shots at his comrades and the Cartel's enforcers. It's true what they say. No plan survives contact with the enemy.

Quickly Tharil's report from the inside got his attention. Looking left he saw that the Chiss was speaking the truth. Now covered in more noodles and water stains all over shoulders and helmet, Ryu closed his eyes briefly and nodded. Subsequently he called in.

"On my way. Need covering fire!"

As soon as Ryu finished saying those words he sprang to his feet and ran at full sprint for the mentioned building. Refusing to slow down or get distracted he ran and ran as the fighting intensified. Suddenly he tripped from a small pothole but rolled up and continued the rush with hostile fire blasting where he just left. His breathing grew louder with each new quickened step before he dived in through the window, shattering the glass. More curses and grunts were uttered by him while reporting in.

”I’m…in. Will set up the charge and hold position till you all get here.”

Afterwards he opened his eyes noting he was in some kind of diner filled with wooden tables and metal stools. There were signs that people just fled with half eaten food left plates and spilled drinks. There were a few overturned chairs as well. In the far back was a painting of a smiling Gamorran holding a fat juicy nerf burger in both hands plastered the wall. On his feet again and reloaded his gun he advanced cautiously with toward said wall which is adjacent to the neighboring compound.

Once made sure there was no hostile present he began to install the explosive charge at the fake Gamorran’s face. That stupid goofy smile was annoying anyway.

 

[Sentros Hannascand]

Frontier Liberation: Salt the Earth

Tamna Korvan
Vicinity tag: Jas Katis | Tharil | Rissk | Takeshi Ryu | Tyzin Robb​

The comms were still on for the Hellions to hear when she called him out. Blaster fire was raining down upon his position but he still found it in him to raise an amused brow. An answer would have to wait, however - for he was talking to the strike force whilst she prepared to pop up to take a few shots at their foes.

Soon enough, he had put the comms away and given her his ready signal. Her comment about blaming him was met with a chuckle. His eyes and a small shake of the head indicated that he had no idea why she'd blame him - but the amusement his face expressed revealed that he was neither surprised nor bothered by it.

When she hurled the smoke grenade further into the room, the droid sped off, out of the door and into the complex, apparently carrying out a part of the plan that had been established before entering. Meanwhile, Sentros popped out from behind cover. The right blaster quickly pointed to the Sentry before its finger squeezed the trigger twice whilst the left fired off an inaccurate stream of bolts in a cone to his left. The turret was quickly put out of commission and two goons went down from the hailstorm of bolts. Here, he was quick, methodical and extremely confident.

Quickly ducking back in behind cover, he looked to the doorway where Tamna had pointed. Taking a single deep breath, he then hopped out from behind the table, consequently appearing from another position than previously. He was making the most out of the limited visibility and the miniscule element of surprise as a rapid series of shots left his blaster pistols. This time, the two streams ran in parallel, first targeting and killing a goon by the door to the backroom before turning to the doorway itself. A fancily dressed Weequay went down as he attempted to storm out of the chambers.

The Gunslinger would not remain still - the thickening smoke meant that most would only be able to trace him by watching where the shots came from. A brief moment of respite would fall upon them after making it through the doorway. A narrow set of corridors would lead them out - or somewhere completely different if they happened to take the wrong turn at some point. "That's a blasted coincidence, ain't it? Why's there a party outside too?" he whispered, clearly hearing the commotion outside. "Going out there might be a death trap, we should do what we can from in here"

He was moving behind her, thus, it would be up to her if she would have them veer from their original path or not. Regardless, upon opening one of the doorways up, an overhead slash would fall down upon her. Sentros, making full use of the strength the Arkanian geneticists had gifted him with tried to push her aside with his left arm whilst pulling the trigger with his right to quickly kill the human who had been waiting on the other side. In the nick of time, however, he noticed a shadow approaching from behind: A Trandoshan had managed to sneak up on him.

Sentros cursed under his breath as he threw himself onto the body of the dead human before starting to crawl to escape the second attack. "Sith spittin' lizards" he yelled, desperately trying to get away from the assailant whilst seeing another farther down the corridor they had just moved through.