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?