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.​

"まあ、確かにそれも一つの解釈ですね。見てみましょう。個人的には、顧客にはそのような運命を避けてほしいと強く思っています" she laughed and turned to greet her cousin warmly as her protocol droid stepped aside.

"お会いできてうれしいです、どう思いますか。私たちにはいくつかの選択肢があります、確かにいくつかの「戦争はビジネスに良い」." she shrugged. If she couldn't turn a profit in this galaxy regardless of the war or peace binary, she wouldn't be here. But she would honestly prefer war. She awaited to here again from Vemric Keldra before speaking again aloud. She also took the moment to slide the small gift bag to her cousin, he at least would appreciate the gesture and the high end cosmetics contained within.

 

[Tyrias Aran]

Objective III: Things Old New Again

Rothana System
Su Rov | Open​

Tyrias' red eyes watched the data this Flight Leader transmitted to them. The Chiss' countenance was as placid as clear lake on a spring eve. Others had heard the verbal part of the conversation, and no doubt their eyes were cast in her direction even if only for several seconds until they determined she wasn't making any hasty responses. It could all be a trick.

It could, but the station hadn't sat still while some 'temporal anomaly' floated by and slingshot them into the future. There'd always been a risk. Nothing about what had transpired had been routine. Thirty years as a little longer than Tyrias, herself, had hoped. Shorter than it could have been, of course, seeing how they'd never dealt with anything quite like that.

"There are wounded aboard, and there are energy fluctuations from our... return," Tyrias replied back after she'd scanned through the history dump. "Medical transports? We could do to arrange transports for others aboard that are not duty personnel. They could use a planet under their feet."

Interrogation? One look over at the sensor technicians and recalling the contents of the pad seemed to support the story this Flight Leader Daz Sason had provided. No, there'd be precious little they'd get from interrogating those that departed the station. Tales of the conflict that'd isolated them at the end. The phenomena that engulfed the station. The Time of Trouble between then and now, and the strange visions that anyone could take a lifetime to decipher. Their state secrets had come and gone in value, and those with lasting secrets like herself wouldn't succumb to interrogation.

"Our repair crews may have need of materials and parts to repair damaged systems as well." Perhaps they would volunteer to offer whatever the station identified as a need? The station hadn't even been that old when it was 'lost.' It might not be cutting edge technology, but the galaxy's rate of development rarely or drastically changed. A civilization ten thousand years showed its age more than anything. This Confederacy should see the value in keeping the station around; and it would prove something familiar for those aboard to look to for the time being.

The real challenge was figuring out how Tyrias was going to talk to someone in charge, and what she was going to do next. At least for the time being she'd remain the commanding officer of the station, but eventually there'd be matters of chain of command -- who was it she reported to, and did they consider her an admiral, a captain, or a liability?

 

[Rissk]

Kaddak
Open Marketplace
- Jas Katis - Tharil - Takeshi Ryu - Tyzin Robb - Sentros Hannascand - Tamna Korvan -​

”Robb, Rissk! You two alright?”

"'m good! 'm good!" The Trandoshan called back, the smoke slowly dissipating in a light breeze. The rookie hunter had propped his blaster on his shoulder, hunkered down by the slumped forms of cartel gangsters, though a cursory glance would reveal them unconscious, not dead.

The Guild manuals made it clear that bounty hunters had to take every advantage they could to stay alive. Rissk had gotten the idea for smoke grenades from his first job with a crew. Infrared vision, and an enhanced hunter's senses, gave him the upper-hand he needed to walk out from a heavily-outnumbered fight practically unscathed, save for a minor blaster burn on the scales of his outer arm.

Shaking himself from his self-congratulation, Rissk began observing the area, listening for where to go next. Chatter on the comms talked about a breach point. Then...

"On my way. Need covering fire!"

Rissk blinked once, then realized the soldier was already running. Lifting his blaster shotgun quickly, he fired a blind shot at a nearby entrenched position. There was no chance he could hit anyone at this distance, but maybe the sound would be enough for them to keep their heads down. After a beat of hesitation, the bounty hunter built up his courage. "<Followin' behind!>" he chirped into the comms, before beginning his own mad dash, and leaping through the already broken window, shards of glass breaking against his scales.

"Got your back," the Trandoshan offered the young soldier, giving Takeshi a confident, toothy smile after picking himself up off the floor.

Rookies had to watch out for each other, after all.

 

[Vemric Keldra]

KELDRA
CONGRESS CHAMBERS | ROTHANA
TAG: Tertius C. Nargath | Zhuan Cao | Arjen Herrix | Rulonom Laborr (and Odett)| Eva Malström (and Xazzex) | Makai Dashiell | Hester Shedo | Mars Raynor

GOD OF EGYPT​

Vemric listened.

Some spoke and others merely paid attention. There seemed to be some consensus to not make the same mistake that the previous Confederacy made. He still remembered the crisis that Confederacy First and how it trickled into the military and navy.

He listened to how much Hester Shedo had changed since her younger days in the Viceroyalty, being one of the many politicians sending so many men and women to die for someone else's cause. He could still see the flaming debris of nearly the entire task force under Verin Oldo 's command going down over Port Sorrow on Rhand. Now, it seems, she had grown some sense in her old age.

He heard the pleas from various members to make dialogue with the Mando'ade of the Enclave. He remembered how he and his government on Hefi had been deceived by them when they had used the prosperous planet as a front to hide their true capital from the Galaxy. How they had put the planet at risk time and again, along with others in their territory, all for their own gain. They were now convening on one of the very planets that had suffered at enemy hands due to the Enclave's callousness. How the very shipyards that were manufacturing ships for The Confederacy at this moment, had to be rebuilt after said attack. He remembered how his own personnel had bled fighting for the non-Mandalorian worlds within Enclave territory while the Mandalorians were more pre-occupied with revenge.

Vemric intently listened when Arjen Herrix spoke up. The Admiral's words resonated with the Sephi, as he was a military-oriented man, himself. This man knew the Mandalorians better than most - something he had in common with Vemric. He also heard Xazzex Xivar 's concerns about what Independence really means as well as the economically motivated Odett Hallisk 's suggestions. Though he agreed in part with the Muun's words, he was loathe to rub shoulders with the Mandalorians as a fighting force again. He had fought alongside them once and his people had suffered for it.

When all had said their peace, Vemric unfolded his tall frame from the chair and stood at his podium once more.
"Esteemed members, after listening to all your opinions and concerns, I shall now give my own thoughts and then open the floor for a vote." he said, his previously bored tone now replaced by a more aloof one. Very few were still alive to know that the tone implied that he meant business and was engaged.
"Though I personally agree in establishing dialogue with our near-peer states like the League and Tingle Arm Coalition, I do wish to caution this body against trying to sashay up to the Mandalorians of both the Enclave as well as the Neo-Crusaders. The Admiral has the right of it. Having fought alongside the Enclave over the past few decades, myself, while I was governing the planet of Hefi, I can say now, looking back, that the Mandalorian influence in this region of the Galaxy had been a detrimental one." he started, looking down at the numerous faces - some familiar, some not. "Some planets, Rothana being one of them, still carry the scars these people caused with their quest for revenge. They have minds of their own and do not do well when given orders. It usually ends with some kind of crater in a square. I implore the body to take this volatility into account during the vote. They are a stout people, though mostly a self-serving one. It can be detrimental to our young state to open our doors to them. On case by case basis, mayhaps, we can allow entry for trade and the like, but I advise against dialogue in its entirety." he concluded on the Mandalorian matter, tone still slightly aloof.

"I now wish to address concerns regarding the independence of planets and systems in Confederate territory. While all planets and systems would be expected to contribute to the Confederacy in an economic, agronomic, military or other prosperous way and to avoid inviting attacks on our state, they will retain their autonomy. Stability in the Galaxy and on the Frontier, especially, is of benefit to us all, after all." he said, internally getting tired of the talks.

"I now open the floor for the following vote based on majority consensus regarding foreign affairs." The faster this was concluded, the better. "All in favour of dialogue with our near-peer states in the Outer Rim, excluding the Mandalorians, say aye. Those opposed to excluding the Mandalorians, say nay. Those opposed to all dialogue, please abstain."

He stood back slightly, regal gaze sweeping across the chamber to account the votes.
​

 

[Su Rov]

Objective III: Flying Escort

Tag: Tyrias Aran Open​

Listening in with the rest of the squadron Su grimaced further. Tin beeped her opinion to which the Sullustan replied.

"You got that right."

Meanwhile Flight Leader Sason answered back to the returning Chiss admiral.

"Command has been listening in. Transports are on the way. As for the materials, well you'll have to discuss it with them. They're notifying the government as we speak."

Switching over to the squadron channel only Daz ordered.

"Listen up Silvers, we got a new assignment. Escort the transports in and out of that station. Stay alert for anything, we can't afford to be taken off guard."

"Copy Silver Leader." Said Su Rov as similar statements of acknowledgement followed.

Sason transmitted to Aran the channel where she can talk with the defense fleet commander. Meanwhile a growing collection of transports flew out amongst the warships and headed toward the damaged station. Silver Squadron scattered then reformed into an escort formation around the transports. Su's craft was flying on the far left end of the formation. Soaring a glance to them then the pilot nodded.

It's going to be a long rotation.

 

[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 sat in the chamber, her fingers lightly tracing the edges of the datapad in front of her. The quiet murmurs of debate had faded, replaced by the weight of Vemric's words. She watched him closely as he spoke, his tall frame commanding attention, his tone cool and measured. There was something in the way he addressed the assembly that reminded her of her own evolution as a politician. She could see it in his eyes—the wariness, the caution that came from having lived through too many betrayals, too many needless sacrifices.

When he spoke of Hefi and the Mandalorians, she felt a familiar pang. He was right, of course, in many ways. The Mandalorians had been a dangerous ally, their focus on vengeance often overshadowing their responsibility to the worlds they had sworn to protect. She had been there herself, sending men and women to die for causes she no longer believed in, causes that weren't their own. Vemric's critique of their instability struck a chord.

But as he continued, his caution grew heavy in her mind, and Hester felt a subtle tug of disagreement. She had learned, through years of toil and regret, that isolation, however prudent it might seem, often led to stagnation. Dialogue was a bridge that could prevent bloodshed before it began. Yes, the Mandalorians had their flaws—what faction didn't? But they weren't the same as they had been, and neither was the Confederacy. The frontier was a volatile place, and even unpredictable allies were better than enemies. If they didn't open some doors, they might find themselves locked in from the inside when the next conflict arose.

She had seen enough pointless war. She knew what refusing to talk could lead to. And though she understood Vemric's cautious approach, she wasn't about to let her own past missteps paralyze the future.

When the moment came, her voice was soft but firm, cutting through the silence: "Aye."


She allowed her gaze to meet Vemric's across the chamber. He would see her choice, and she wondered if he would understand it, or if he would simply see her as another idealist trying to push for cooperation in a galaxy that had long since abandoned such notions. But Hester wasn't an idealist, not anymore. She was a realist, one who believed that the only way forward was through the messy, imperfect business of dialogue. Even with those who had once been enemies.

 

[Danger Arceneau]

Interacting with: Eva Malström Rulonom Laborr Makai Dashiell Tertius C. Nargath Zhuan Cao Vemric Keldra Arjen Herrix Hester Shedo Mars Raynor @xa| Open for interaction
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Danger sat quietly in her seat, her posture poised and her mind sharp as the Confederate Parliament meeting unfolded before her. There was a lot to take in, more than a few voices to sift through, and a great deal riding on the decisions that would soon be made. The intrigue of the Confederacy's decisions hung in the air, creating a sense of suspense and anticipation.

Her interest lay in understanding what this new Confederacy of Independent Systems would truly become. What were their real goals? Their mission? And, more importantly, how would they navigate these ambitions in a galaxy teetering on the edge of constant change? Would the Parliament itself vote on these critical next steps, or would a select few hold the true power behind the curtain? And how will that ultimately effect trade within Confederacy borders as well as out? The Mara Corridor was of particular interest in ensuring goods were transported along the Mid-Rim and Wild Space from Ryloth to Galidraan.

As each speaker presented their viewpoint, Danger allowed herself a quiet hum of introspection. There were good ideas, to be sure -- ideas that could shape trade routes, economies, and political landscapes. But what she truly wondered was what was driving them at their core. Were these motivations built on genuine desire for progress, or was there something more self-serving lurking beneath their polished words?

She tapped her gloved fingers lightly on her datapad, making mental notes as her feline green eyes moved between the speakers. Makai. Viceroy Rulonom Laborr , Tertius C. Nargath Nargath. She was eager to hear their thoughts on the matter. And there were others, too -- names that piqued her interest. Hester Shedo . Vemric Keldra . Xazzex Xivar . Each of them represented pieces of a larger puzzle, and she intended to figure out exactly how they all fit together. Then there was Odett Hallisk , whose query about focusing on economic contributions rather than a diplomacy-first approach caught Danger's ear. That kind of thinking had weight, and she wanted to know more.

The call to vote finally came. Danger, not having formal planetary representation yet in this gathering, remained silent. But her eyes -- sharp and ever-watchful -- did not miss a thing. Each member's decision, each vote cast, would tell her more than words ever could. And she would make sure Arceneau Trade remained ahead of the curve, no matter which direction this Confederacy decided to turn.

 

[Mars Raynor]

Direct Tags: Danger Arceneau
Indirect tags: YOU'RE TOO MANY IM SORRY I WILL LOVE REACT YOUR POSTS THO

Mars Raynor didn’t have a single clue about politics. Never cared to. Whole thing was like trying to read Huttese in the dark. He hadn’t voted, not once in his life, not even for Aerarii Tithe—the golden boy of the Alliance. Cleanest, most honest candidate anyone had ever seen. The kinda guy that made you believe in the system, if you were into that sorta thing. But Mars? Nah. He was more into blazing hyperlanes, exploring the edges of the galaxy, where things made sense. Out there, the only thing that mattered was how fast you could get your ship out of a bad situation.

Not that voting mattered now anyway, even if he wanted to. Alliance Marshalls were out for his head. All because of Teta. Which, for the record, wasn’t his fault. No, seriously. Innocent, one hundred percent. But that’s a whole other mess of a story, and right now? Right now Mars was trying to stay on the bright side of life. He always did.

He had to.

With a little bounce in his step, he weaved through the crowd—corporate types, all of them, with smiles that didn’t reach their eyes. They were sipping champagne, laughing too loud at bad jokes, and pretending not to hear the politicians droning on from the tribune. Talk of policies, regulation and other dry-as-Tatooine nonsense that Mars tuned out as white noise. His mind was elsewhere.

Until his eyes landed on her. The only redhead in the galaxy that mattered.

Danger Arceneau.

She was like a flare in deep space—impossible to miss. . She was a stunner, yeah, but Mars wasn’t in it for looks. It was that purse. That bottomless purse. That purse could fund a hyperlane expedition, put him back in good with the Navigator’s Guild, maybe even make his troubles with Teta disappear altogether. Hell, that purse could do anything.

Suddenly, his swagger turned into a stumble. All that confidence he had? Gone. Vanished. He was good at this kind of thing—usually. Smooth-talking, charming smiles was second nature to him – how else do you make contact with alien civilizations and make it out alive. But here? Among these corporate heavyweights? He was in over his head, drowning fast.

“Ah, kark it,” he muttered, brushing off his nerves and straightening his jacket. No turning back now.

Sliding up next to her, he cleared his throat, offered up his brightest, friendliest smile—the kind that said: 'I’m harmless, but you’re gonna like me anyway'. “Mars Raynor,” he said, sticking out his hand with confidence. “Empress Exploration Services.”

Empress Exploration Services? What the hell was that? Even he winced. It sounded like some knockoff company that sold star maps to tourists. And the best part? He wasn’t even registered here under that name. No, he was down as some totally unrelated company, a corp he had nothing to do with.

He bit his lip hard, hoping to ride it out.

“We’re, uh, looking for someone to sponsor our trailblazing… services.”

He winced a little, inwardly cringing at the word “services” like it was an engine misfire. And who the hell was we? It was just him. He wasn’t even sure what he was doing here, let alone a whole damn team.

This was going so well. Smooth. Like bantha butter.

And then, for good measure, he gave a smile he hoped didn’t scream help me.

 

[Phee Zti]

Tag: Parliament and Corporate Members​

Within the assembly surrounded on each side by a warrior in the traditional blue and white uniform of the Tao renegacy guard was a short white haired Rodian. She herself wore a purple and black silk gown with jewelry symbolizing her cultural allegiance. The woman in question didn't say a word throughout the proceedings. Rather she had stood back to observe.

The council of lords demanded an analysis of this new regime and I shall give them one.

Despite her small stature Phee Zti displayed a proud and dignified posture with her arms over the chest and face neutral for the most part. Except every time someone here expressed a desire to talk with the Enclave remnants the Rodian displayed an expression of bitter resentment which happened several times in this session. How quickly they want to placate those armored cultists, either for profit or some misguided idealism.

On the other matter of reaching out to the other independent powers in the Outer Rim she completely agreed with establishing diplomatic and trade relations. Given the chaos engulfing the stars, reaching out to neighbors who value independence is vital to their security. When the Viceroy declared his intention to respect the sovereignty of member worlds in exchange for mutual cooperation Phee nodded. Most of her masters will find that acceptable.

Autonomy and Stability. That is what my people want.

When the vote came she finally declared.

"We shouldn’t seek out those self worshiping armored child murdering hypocrites. Our confederacy must to grow out of their shadow. The Coalition and League are far more stable in comparison and share similar interests to us. They present vast opportunities for our shared future. If the Enclave's remnants are truly open to dialogue then let them reach out to us first and prove their sincerity.”

Of course Phee doubted that whatever was left of the Enclave can be trusted to do anything other than lashing out when they don't get their way. Clearing her throat the new representative concluded.

"On behalf of Tao I vote for Aye."

 

[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 rest of the team took the initiative and moved in while Jas continued to keep heads down as he fired at their attackers. Both Ryu and the Trandoshan moved in to subdue the targets. He was going to need to have a chat with that lizard after this mission, he could make a solid soldier. Tharil continued to provide overwatch from her advantageous position, her shoots managed to dispatch a few irritating snipers rather quickly.

From the sound of things, the two contractors inside were fighting to get out. Jas turned his attention to their position and fired at whatever gangsters he could see. What surprised him upon their emergence, however, was the identity of the second contractor with the blonde guy. ”Fox?! The kriff are you doing here? You’re supposed to be on shore leave, dammit!” He barked at her before taking cover. He was a bit too preoccupied to recall if it was a severe offence, though he did know that taking part in official Hellion business while on leave was certainly misconduct of some sort.

That was an issue for after the debriefing, however. They still had a cartel to wipe out… something they were apparently doing to a remarkable degree despite the loss of their element of surprise.

He shook the concerns away. The infiltration team as well as the contractors needed covering fire. He was definitely going to have a word with Fox about this. The Pureblood slammed a fresh cell into his rifle and emerged from his cover like a robed whirlwind. His rifle fired in bursts with brutal accuracy and his pistol dispatched any encroaching gunmen once his rifle ran dry. The occasional flick of the wrist to throw a person or an object around certainly didn’t hurt.

Underneath his visor, Jas was grinning a bloodthirsty grin. Mon Cala was too quiet, too precise. He craved this. After years of silence and inactivity. The smell of ozone, the cracks of blasterfire, the cries of downed foes calling for help. He missed the slaughter. He might have become more civilised, but nothing would quench the desire for the fires of war for the Sith Pureblood. :: This is Katis. Outside enemy being suppressed, let’s wrap this up. :: He reported over the comms.

He wouldn’t be against them taking their time, however.

 

[Tertius C. Nargath]

Tag: Phee Zti | Vemric Keldra | Zhuan Cao | Danger Arceneau | Makai Dashiell | Hester Shedo | Mars Raynor | Eva Malström | Arjen Herrix | Xazzex Xivar | etc

He thought he had made his say, having decided to at the very least try and steer the Confederation into dialogue rather than instantly trying to swing around whatever might it would have to project itself as an upstart power in the region. However, the talks had quickly turned from simply deciding on a proper course of action, to a policy of exclusion without dialogue, no reaching out, no actual attempts to try and at the very least find a middle ground. It was somewhat frustrating how quickly the tone changed from a burgeoning desire for possible outreach to nothing but disdain and outrage.

One after another, both corpos and politicians voiced their concerns and with each following speaker, the voices grew darker and more dreadful, the call for exclusion stronger and the attention on the wrong people all the clearer.

Eventually, when the one convening the parliament as the head of the Confederacy itself began to being forth his decision after hearing it all, allowing everyone their vote and their input on the matter, The Marquis nodded his head as he reached for the side of his head, rubbing his temples as his brows turned into an aching frown, a grimace of slight confusion and desillusionment clearly on his face as he was thinking, mulling it all over. He couldn't be too rude with his words, he couldn't endanger possible trade agreements with the Confederacy, but he had to at the very least create an opening for those with sound minds to actually accomplish something.

Danger Arceneau was still sitting there, clearly more keen on observing rather than voicing her own opinion, Zhuan Cao had been rather silent too and a few people the man didn't even know had been quite clear with condemning the Mandelorians without any outreach. To Tertius' own frustration, the Confederacy seemed to think the Tingel Arm Coalition to be a good partner to have dialogue with, a group of rebellious, selfrighteous extremists that attempted to invade one of the N&Z's more prominent clients and partners that had been forced into a sort of isolationist state due to the Trade Federation's hypocrisy and the false image people from the Galactic Alliance tended to give anyone who desired to follow imperial rather than republican authority structures.

But...those latter concerns could be addressed at a later time, for now it seemed that the floor was asked to decide on the matter of outreach including or excluding the Mandalorians.

Thus standing up from his seat after Phee Zti 's spirited call, Tertius once again raised his hand to call for the attention of those forming the body of the parliament. "If we start excluding people from the get go, we are no better than the ones many of you seem so keen on avoiding. To truly know friend from enemy, one need to communicate and make decisions when one is informed in all matters concerning those necessary to be opposed and those beneficial to be allied with. Making decisions without information is something they do at the core...do not follow such feeble minded meassures. I vote Nay."

 

[Phee Zti]

Tag: Parliament and Corporate Members
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Phee Zti glared defiantly back at Tertius.

"You completely ignore what the Enclave did in their second reign. They treated the people of this entire region at best, like Jawa owned droids and at worst target practice."

Placing her green hands on the railings Tao’s envoy went on.

"Let’s not forget they and the Alliance got into a pissing contest, recklessly dragging us into it without our consent. I don't care who really started that bloody mess because as far as I'm concerned they're both guilty. Nonetheless the fact remains the Enclave wasted our resources, credits and blood for a war they couldn't even finish!"

She squeezed her hands on the railings, remembering her sister, brother-in-law, nieces and nephews all murdered because the Enclave couldn't tolerate Rodia rejecting their demands. Not only that but also the sheer incompetence of their rule that left worlds like Tao vulnerable and debt ridden when their regime collapsed...again! In Phee's eyes not only it was morally wrong but also in the long run unprofitable to trust the unstable zealots of Kestri.

“Our Confederacy must learn to become strong and independent without their influence. If we can have a guaranteed neutrality with them, fine but they must be the ones who reach out first, not us. Otherwise let’s leave them alone while remaining vigilant in case they attempt any new aggression toward our territories or near its borders. They have holonet back on Kestri so they can see this session happening and can decide what to do or not on their own.”

 

[Takeshi Ryu]

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

Ryu just finished placing the charge when he heard movement behind him. Wielding his rifle around he saw it was the lizard bounty hunter. Calming down and lowering the gun he nodded thanks when Rissk said he got his back.

"In that case stack up to the wall. Bout to go in."

With the CO ordering them to wrap this up, time was the essence. Personally he was too pumped with adrenaline to dwell on the fact he was about to go into the gundrak nest with an unknown bounty hunter. In the back of his mind he remembered what his uncle told him all the time, growing up.

Be decisive!

Once the Transdosen stacked up with him Ryu waited and the charge detonated with a loud thud. A cloud of dust followed with collapsed wall pieces underneath. The Hellion played it no mind as he drew a flashbang and threw it inside the newly rendered hole. Turning away a bright light burst forth, elicing several cries of shock and pain. Quickly he rushed in and blasted two cartel members stunned by the light, leaving the other duo to be dealt with by Rissk.

"We're in!" He reported for all on the shared channel to know.

Following the map provided by his helmet's HUD Ryu advanced to the left hallway adjacent to the one they just breached. For now they met no further opposition and it made sense considering most were outside busy with their comrades and the independent parties that intervened. Soon enough he ran up the steps that lead to the level where the cartel's heads were held up at.

Immediately he came under fire by several bolts that forced him to hit the floor. Aiming and firing he gunned down a Cathar who dropped backwards. Getting up he nodded to Rissk again before resuming his way forward. Within another two minutes they spotted the closed doors of the room where their targets were hiding in. Signaling the bounty hunter he stacked up to the wall next to the right wing door.

"Once we breach you, go in first and I'll cover you." The private whispered to his reptilian ally.

Sure that he understood Ryu readied his last flashbang before kicking down the door. Then tossing the stun bomb he heard voices yelling and cursing as they shot at him. A bolt cut at the side of the left leg and Ryu grunted drawing back to the wall just as the flashbang went off and blinding the hostiles inside. He then gave some covering fire for Rissk to make his attack.

 

[Rulonom Laborr]

Arjen Herrix Zhuan Cao Tertius C. Nargath Vemric Keldra

The Skakoan cast his gaze upon the holographic communication device embedded in his gauntlet, observing how the conference transitioned between topics at a pace that would overwhelm the average individual. His thoughts were occupied with more urgent concerns regarding the survival of the Trade Federation whose power and influence were second-to-none now that they had formed a political and trade alliance with the Banking Clan and the worlds underneath their control.

An alliance, perceived by some as rooted in avarice rather than a robust survival strategy, was formed; however, he had ascended to the position of Viceroy with the intention of ensuring that the legacy of Gat Tambor did not continue to wane.

He questioned whether any of the representatives present remembered the former Director of the Federation, a figure known for his visionary insights and political acumen capable of reshaping the destinies of empires like the New Imperial Order.

Laborr refrained from equating himself with his predecessor; however, he frequently contemplated strategies to enhance the Federation's image and reputation while remaining steadfast in their existing agreements with other corporations and planetary governments.

It is possible that all his endeavors were in vain, as other corporations ascended to prominence, supplanting the weak and the aged. This notion frequently occupied his thoughts; however, he was acknowledged as a formidable and influential individual within the galaxy, despite lacking access to the Force—a mystical energy employed by some to subjugate entire populations to their desires.

His focus returned to the ongoing discussion, as various speakers presented their proposals before retreating into silence to reflect on one another's perspectives and pressing issues, until the Speaker intervened to redirect their attention with a new announcement.

"AWRORORORORR....The Trade Federation will refrain from participating in this vote due to our lack of direct experience in the area of foreign policy formulation. I am confident that other corporations represented in this chamber will arrive at a similar conclusion, recognizing that only those with the relevant experience should engage in such a significant discussion that could affect the lives of millions within the confederacy. " The Skakoan articulated its thoughts amidst the hissing and squealing of the pressure suit, modulating the sound levels to restore a degree of clarity to the conversation.

 

[Zhuan Cao]

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

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

Well, the opinions were wide ranging, many people were quite against dealing with the mandalorians, and she was honestly not surprised. While generally honorable they could be unpredictable and their mindset was not always the most enlightened. But to exclude them entirely, that seemed to be an error. The woman had spoke in private to Vemric Keldra about this whilst fleshing out foundations for this assembly, so her opinion would not suprise him, but here it was.

Aftee listening to the words of the trade federation representative, she leaned into the microphone for her auto translator.

"I understand the concerns of this house for dealing with the mandalorians, they have a colourful history no doubt. And do not mistake my intent to treat with them as an offer of an open door for them to exploit.

However, ignoring them and excluding them from all negotiations will not cause them to cease existing and their threat to stability, should they choose that path, would remain. As I must vote nay on this resolution, and encourage others to do so.

We are a group that celebrates individuality, so we should understand that certain individuals will provide us more of a challenge than others. Show them our strength by our willingness to treat on our terms."

The half atrisian leaned back and smiled at her cousin, wondering how his actual vote might land.

 

[Makai Dashiell]

Wearing \ Gear : X | X | X | X | X
Interacting With : Danger Arceneau | Mars Raynor


Makai was across from his mother-in-law, catching a glimpse of the flame haired woman once again. Brow furrowed a little as he spotted a raven-haired man speaking to her. It didn't look like the usual business interaction - the other looked way too nervous. It occurred to him that not everyone grew up underfoot of Danger and may be a touch intimidated by the woman.

From his distance though, it seemed the man had that cheesy used speeder salesman look. The one that just looked scam ridden, written all over the body language.

Or it was legitimate and Makai was just a little overprotective towards the woman. Ever since the death of Alric Kuhn, his eye had remained on the Trade Queen, wary of a suitor who may wish to charm and attach themselves to the woman like a sleazy parasite.

He did have half a mind to make an excuse to get up, wander over, and see what was being said. However, it may not be wise to just barge over and insert himself into the conversation. No need to look like an ass and lower himself to Mister Used Speeder Sales level. No, he could wait, especially since as a Corporate Representative, he could not vote. Sure, he had concerns, but also he was wary of airing them. Neutrality was key above all.

For now he would just give his best death glare in the direction of the man talking up one Danger Arceneau. Maybe he'd feel his iced blue gaze boring into him and get the hint.

 

[Xazzex Xivar]

Rothana

Tag: Vemric Keldra | Tertius C. Nargath | Zhuan Cao | Hester Shedo | Rulonom Laborr | Eva Malström | Makai Dashiell | Ardin Paskal | Arjen Herrix | Mars Raynor | @Odett Hallisk| @Danger Arceneau| Phee Zti | Rulonom Laborr

Vemric had called a vote to the matter of whether to include the Mandalorians in their outreach or not. A matter that had not been called without a word of warning from the man running the session, who would not vote himself under the circumstances of his position. The Speaker should be the one up there, but this was the first session and the Head of State wanted to hold it personally. Seeing how they'd not established any parliamentary rules besides the obvious, there wasn't much cause for complaint. Thankfully no one had droned on about a point of order either.

Hester led the vote by starting off in disfavor of inclusion. Given the fallout of the Enclave's efforts that wasn't shocking per se. Phee then echoed the sentiment, but with a little more explanation how the Confederacy needed to stand on its own.

Tertius countered, imploring the Confederacy to be inclusive of the Mandalorian. This drew out an even more passionate response from the Rodian woman. It was quite the argument at that. Ordinarily, this wasn't the time for arguments, but Vemric had introduced a certain amount of variability to the vote by offering three choices; it wasn't a bad idea to let the members voice additional thoughts to ensure the matter was fully thought through.

The Trade Federation, meanwhile, had nothing to say on the subject. Curious, but seeing how the corporations weren't individually intended to have a direct vote -- despite Tertius' voice -- not wildly unexpected. Perhaps of interest to note they took no position on 'matters of foreign policy,' however. Was it they had no desire for trade with the Mandalorians, or did they hope the Confederacy looked elsewhere while the Federation swept in behind them for direct negotiations?

Then Zhuan spoke next with a call supporting Tertius' desire for open negotiations with the Mandalorians.

Seeing as Vemric had taken the podium this time, it left Xazzex free to cast a vote this session. Something that might be a rarity in the future. While she had advocated for their consideration earlier -- as so many had rallied against them from the start -- to appear open-minded if nothing else, Xazzex reflected on what each of the members had said. It was equally important to consider other factors at play. She was the Vice-Head; giving a vote in opposition to Vemric might show a divide between them, yet voting with him might have people think she had no voice of her own. Nothing barred the Confederacy from holding talks with Kestri in particular. Hefi would remain free of being discarded, which would be beneficial; the world had served as a port for some time so it had plenty of facilities they could make use of. Kestri's forges would have been useful, but the strings with Mandalorians might make the forges less of a boon and more of a weight about their necks.

"As former governor of Hefi, the once-claimed capital of the Enclave, President Keldra would seem to be the greatest witness to any case made for or against the Mandalorians. Representative Zti's concern for the Confederacy's identity as its own entity not bound by the Enclave's legacy should also not be overlooked. Nor should we ignore Kestri's relative silence of late. When the Mandalorians are ready to set out into Wild Space once more, I trust they will reach out to us, where we can test one another's strength and prove worthwhile partners." Or bitter enemies, but Xazzex didn't claim to be a prophet. "I vote aye."

 

[Danger Arceneau]

Interacting with: Mars Raynor | Open for interaction
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As the votes from the Parliamentary committee came in, Danger took note. 'Aye' from Scarib, Tao, and an intriguing 'Nay' from Marquis Tertius C. Nargath , which stirred a fiery response from Phee Zti , theTao representative. It was shaping up to be quite the session. But while the political drama unfolded, Danger's attention was drawn elsewhere, catching the approach of someone from the corner of her eye.

The figure slid up beside her, clearing his throat with an air of practiced confidence. He flashed her the kind of little boy smile that did its best to relay he was just another harmless Spacer looking to build his business.

Danger's crimson lips curved into a practiced cordial smile, her eyes gleaming with that trademark feline sharpness. She didn't miss a thing -- especially not the ballsy act of someone interrupting during a crucial voting session. Bold, indeed. Mars had that rugged, spacer look about him -- black hair and green eyes that gave him just enough charm to be the one tossed into social situations. But his suit? Looked like it had seen better days, and the thick, ragged jacket slung over his shoulders didn't exactly scream he was racking in the credits. More like a Space drifter doing his best to clean up as much as he could. Danger had to admire guts when she saw them.

. “Mars Raynor,” he said, sticking out his hand with confidence. “Empress Exploration Services.... We’re, uh, looking for someone to sponsor our trailblazing… services.”

Mars was trying, that much was clear, though the way he bit his lip gave him away -- made all the worse by the way the word 'services' landed awkwardly, like an hyperdrive engine sputtering to life.

But there were few things that charmed Danger more than the boldness of a fledgling entrepreneur. She admired anyone willing to face the unknown, even if they stumbled through the introduction. Mars had guts, even if his charm was more awkward spacer than smooth negotiator.

With a small gesture to her right, her attendant quietly began taking notes for her. She didn't want to miss anything from the session, but business came in many forms, and conversations like this were just as important.

"Well, Mistah Raynor, a pleasure to meet you," she said, rising from her seat with all the grace and poise expected of her. Danger extended her gloved hand in greeting, the soft dark grey leather catching the light. She treated every business encounter with the same courtesy -- no matter who was on the other side of the table.

"Danger Arceneau, Arceneau Trade Company. Would you care to sit?" the redhead courteously gestured to the empty seat beside her.

"Perhaps a drink, too? I reckon the session's only goin' to get more interestin' as it goes on." Her eyes flicked back to the committee, still keeping an ear on the votes.

"And while we're at it," she added, her gaze returning to Mars with a wry smile, as if aware he was flying by the seat of his pants but was listening with with genuine interest, "why don't you tell me more about those trailblazin' services you're lookin' for investment on, hmm?"

 

[Tyrias Aran]

Objective III: Things Old New Again

Rothana System
Tag: Su Rov ​

Tyrias's red eyes narrowed at the forward windows.

"Jacobs, have Security begin coordinating an evacuation of all non-essential personnel and wounded to the inbound transports. I also want them to secure the armory. Have the Flight Bays cycle the launch codes, and get Weapons Control to secure all missiles in their tubes. I want this station secured for unescorted visitors, and I want it done in the next ten minutes."

Their Chiss commander looked back at them over a shoulder. She watched various runners speed off the deck to deliver the news while the clock was ticking, wherever internal communication wasn't reliable enough to do it for them.

Maybe these were Confederates. Maybe they weren't. Whatever the case no one was getting a free handout of a space station; if nothing else she'd make it a bargaining chip for ensuring the crew's safety. The whole thing was new enough and still in one piece -- it'd save anyone a hell of a lot of credits, whoever got hold of it.

Word came in about another channel to talk to a Fleet Commander about further... negotiations. Tyrias acknowledged the transmission while her eyes monitored the ships on approach. Just because she'd asked for it and they'd accepted didn't mean the two parties were in agreement about anything. Things could still go wrong and fast.

Might as well begin, she thought with a heavy heart. Tyrias always preferred to do things more hands on then talk the day away. No choice but to placate these people and figure out if they were telling her something even close to the truth.

 

[Mars Raynor]

Direct Tags: Danger Arceneau Makai Dashiell

Some guy across the room was staring Mars down like he owed him credits—serious credits. Cold, hard stare. The kind that cuts through you, like an ice dagger aimed right for the heart or a frosty boot to the crotch. But Mars’ eyes stayed locked on Danger. They had to. He couldn't afford to lose her attention; hell, couldn't afford a lot of things, honestly. Maintenance on his ship was overdue, his last job hadn't paid out like he thought it would, and here he was, face-to-face with the Queen of Trade herself.

Danger Arceneau, in all her fiery, dangerous glory, was giving him interest. Him. A guy who'd walked into this party half-expecting to get kicked out by now. She was talking, and her voice? It was like melting frost, thawing out the situation, lighting up the room with the glow of opportunity.

So yeah, he wasn't about to screw this up.

She offered him a seat, and Mars took it, lounging back like he belonged there. Drink in hand, finally feeling the tension in his spine ease off. The cold stare from across the room, those invisible nails of anxiety clawing at his back? Gone. It was just him and Danger now.

But then, it came.

The question. The one he wasn't prepared for.

So what are these trailblazing services, huh, Mars? Care to share?

He wasn't ready for it. The game plan he'd worked up in his head only got him to this point, and that was with a desperate prayer on top. Now? Now he had to sell it.

Mars took a long sip of his brandy. Maybe a little too long. Danger was looking at him, waiting for an answer, and all he had was the vague promise of some vague potential. He swallowed the drink and opened his mouth, trying to force words out.

"Lots of upside," he said.

Huh?

Get your shebs together, Raynor.

"I mean," he started again, leaning in a little, his voice lowering like he was letting her in on a secret. "Look, we're practically at the edge of the galaxy here, right? The Empire's got the northern Braxant locked up tight. Rich sector, big profits. But down here?" He gestured loosely with his drink, like the entire unexplored part of the galaxy was sitting right behind her shoulder. "Way I see it, this side's open. Big opportunity. We chart new worlds, establish new hyperlanes. You're looking at a whole new infrastructure. Trade routes to flow between systems no one's even heard of yet. And guess who'll be there first?"

He let that sit, flashing a quick grin. It was half confidence, half hope. Smooth? Maybe not. But he was banking on that spark of optimism. Because, hell, that's what Mars Raynor did. He believed things would work out. They always did.

Until they didn’t.