Frozen - Tech Union Dominion of Rothana

[Hira Mitsae]

Rothana Heavy Engineering​

Rothana​

[5/20]​

[member="Venussia Sasko"] | [member="Elias Truden"]​

Irani blinked and couldn’t suppress the guttural grunt that escaped his lips when she grabbed him right there in the spot, with some swift creative thinking he managed to follow-up with a few long coughs in between to make it seem all that more appropriate and reasonable to the scene. Nevertheless, he was pretty pleased about the situation created.

She was definitely a keeper.

After the long coughing and the long looks attracted by the coughing Irani simply put his hands on the table and looked long back. He didn’t have no papers, pens or other datapads that might indicate he was willing to start some kind of long-winded negotiations based on numbers and paperwork.

He simply looked.

But eventually he could feel Elias fidgeting alongside him and that made him almost roll his eyes, the boy really needed to learn something about the art of negotiations.

One, always act as if you don’t want the commodity.

‘So, why should I want to buy your company?’ the businessman asked with a deadpan voice and serious expression.

 

[Darth Metus]

Objective D: 1/20

Although the Mandalorian was vastly uncomfortable with the situation, he now found himself riding through snow. Not only was he not a fan of Rothana's rampant cold, but he was also not a fan of the particular neck of the woods he now stood in. Only a handful of years ago, so much of setting foot on this ice ball would have resulted in a ridiculous manhunt. Now, his presence was sort of a grey area.

On one hand, he was "responsible" for all sorts of internal turmoil within the Corporate Alliance. On the other, he helped with the reclamation of Bothawui and was now the CEO of one of the Techno Union's own: Arakyd Industries. So, killing him would have to wait...at least until Rothana was returned to the Corporate Alliance territory.

Now, while there were a metric kark ton of things to do on the world, Isley preferred to work towards the bigger objective solo. The nation wanted a new battleship. Great. He would do some digging to make the process easier. Long ago, a company named Rothana Heavy Engineering cranked out all sorts of goodies; and now Isley aspired to find some remnant of the good ol'days. Surely there was some defunct facility that had fallen victim to the Darkness: and where there were ruins, there was data.

So, astride his Cin Bes'uliik, the Mandalorian continued his search. Thus far there was snow. Snow. Snow. And even more karking snow.

 

[Ra Vizsla]

Ao-Xaga opened his eyes. Well, he didn't have eyes, but they were open. And he was aware.

What am I?

What is this place?

Man it's bright.

...while Ao could feel the warmth of the light on his skin, he couldn't actually see it. But he was aware.

The crystalline boulder had been sleeping for quite some time, but now he was awake, and he began to stretch his arms wide... but any random passerby would see him just shaking on the ground, vibrating with a cool blue and green hue.

 

[Sasha Santhe]

[member="Ao-Xaga"]

Sasha Santhe hated this planet. It was cold, and wet, and yet useful. “Uhg,” she sighed as she trekked with the little exploration team. There was mines and factories long abandoned on the world which used to feed the industry of the shipyards in space. It wasn’t vital for her to be here in person, her company had people for that, but [member="Marek Starchaser"] has insisted she come to the dreary planet. “Marek,” she said through her comlink, “You better have hot cocoa waiting for me when I get back up there.”

They weren’t far from their destination now. In a rocky outcropping, up ahead was a mining station that churned out a ton of ore. Adjacent to it was a refinery and a basic factory that produced… ball bearings… or something else that most people would consider useless.

Then Sasha from her peripherals she saw something. A sort of strange boulder shaking under the snow and ice. Curiosity got the better of Sasha and she walked over to the general area of the disturbance. Amongst her gear she found her scanner and picked it up. If the rock was moving clearly is possessed some sort of energy…. There was other minerals that were useful in generators what about this…

She lifted up the scanner and started to take readings...

 

[Ra Vizsla]

Waves of electronics swept over Ao as it began to interpret this as a welcoming sign from another creature. What was this creature, it wondered. Was it something like me? The crystalline formation reached out through the void of the aether to touch the scanner in return, causing a short static discharge on the hands of [member="Sasha Santhe"]. Ao vibrated with delight at the interaction, yearning for more... but it did not wish to scare this new creature away.

It wanted to speak with this person, it wanted to express it's delight that Ao was not alone... but it didn't want to screw this up. Who knows how much longer it might have to wait for such a curious interaction again? Unlike the rest of his species, Ao-Xaga was quite... impatient.

Surely a rare feat for a rock.

It began to glow a vibrant green amidst the snow banks of Rothana.

 

[Sasha Santhe]

Quizzically Sasha turned her gaze toward her scanner. Strange, the rock seemed to vibrate yet again. There was some sort of local phenomenon…” Her eyebrow quirked as she read the local energy readings. they ebbed, flowed, and changed creating a small static discharge that tickled at her hand. It was a curious thing. The mineral scanner was no good and Sasha sat down adjacent to the rock.

Among her electronic devices she had a sonic probe sensor. She pinged the rock trying to ascertain its size. The device’s display showed a vivid picture of the general size of the crystalline formation. “Interesting….” Sasha said sitting down in the snow, her environmental suit protecting her from the bitter cold. An Electro Sensor wand was waved in front of the rock, lights blinking up and down the display from green to red. “There is a faint power field here.”

[member="Ao-Xaga"]

 

[Ra Vizsla]

[member="Sasha Santhe"]

Sasha's comm link began to spark up as Ao began to find ways to manipulate the electromagnetic waves around it, using it as a medium to communicate between the two of them. He was so desperate, struggling to break through the barrier to this person that his voice would come across quite forceful and belligerent.

"HELLO MY NAME IS AO", the comm link in Sasha's inventory boomed. There was quite a lot of static interference as well. "DO YOU HAVE A NAME, I WANT TO NAME YOU, WHERE DO YOU COME FROM, WHAT ARE YOU?" The voice sounded familiar but different, like it came from another Galaxy altogether yet would strike Sasha as something she's heard before. The mineral continued to pulse a green glow through it's crystalline stalks, periodically vibrating as it awaited an answer.

 

[Marek Starchaser]

Objective B - Obsidian Citadel.

Writer Count 1/4

Right, she had things to do. Really, she wasn't sure why the Obsidians kept her around. Molly was hoping she'd find a purpose soon. She wanted to be useful, after all. Wasn't that why she was here? To make a living and make something of herself more than what she would've been if she stayed on the Raven controlled moon? Yeah, something like that.

Taking the X-Wing through a roll, she smiled. Flying was fun, for sure. When she got the message from [member="Asher Valentine"], she nodded and told her astromech to bring her there. She nodded as the autopilot kicked in and rolled her fighter so she could see the Archon (power-overwhelming, or something, because Starcraft) doing... what was he doing?

"You want me out there?" She just wanted to do hoodrat stuff with her friends. Or maybe collect rocks.

 

[Venussia Sasko]

Objective: D
Rothana Heavy Engineering

As the super serious negotiations began, Venussia tried her best to pay attention. Despite her best efforts to follow the discussions, her mind kept wandering, flitting tangentially from one non-sequitur to another. How many times in her life had come close to getting hit by a speeder taxi? Weren’t children just a non-lethal form of an STD? What did her kneecaps taste like? What if rocks are really soft until you touch them? Whenever she passed a security guard, why did she always feel the urge to grab the blaster from his holster and murder everyone? She could never pass a security guard without these thoughts. And once she thought about grabbing that blaster, she couldn’t not think about grabbing that blaster. In fact, it was all she could do to stop herself from grabbing. Don’t grab it. Don’t grab it. Don’t grab it. Wait, that wasn’t like her at all. Sure, she hated people, but she would never actually murder anyone. Quick, just run away from the security guard. Wait, don’t run away, it will only make you look guiltier.

“Isn’t that right, Miss Sasko?” she suddenly heard Mr. Irani say.

“That is correct, Mr. Irani.” Venussia replied, with an expression of confidence that said, "Why, yes I know exactly what everyone is talking about."

She really needed to have her secretary start reminding her to take her ADHD medication.

[member="Darell Irani"] [member="Elias Truden"]

 

[H3xle]

OBJECTIVE B​

OBSIDIAN CITADEL​

.: PHASE I :.​

[member="Molly Rieux"] | [member="asher valentine"]​

____________________​

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"Good afternoon. This is Ash. Lock onto my position and make your way here."

"Confirmed Ash." Phade scanned for the signal. After a moment he saw the beacon and plotted a course through the asteroids. After a few minutes of easy flying, his ship was far to large to take a fun route through the field, he saw a hulking asteroid with a small craft landed on it. He brought his ship in and landed on the asteroid a few meters behind the other ship. He shut down the engines and reduced the interior lights. He made his way through the ship, locking the cockpit behind him, and went to the cargo hold. He meticulously strapped himself into an exo suit designed for work in asteroid mines, then he depressurized the cargo hold and used a power mover to move the skids of equipment onto the ramp. Once everything was on the ramp, he lowered it and exited his ship.

He walked, awkwardly, to the man setting up a beacon.

"Ash I presume." He said over his suits comm unit "I'm Phade, I brought some equipment to bore into this hulk. Where should I set it up?"

 

[Asher]

Objective D
Rothanafhisojhgiushiuj Engineering Corporation-something.

I leaned back in my seat as Mister Irani finally started the meeting. He had told me something about feigning disinterest, but I couldn’t pull of disinterest even if I really tried which perhaps made even me smell the residue of Wrongmanium that had been applied all over me. In the end it was still Darell’s problem. A few months ago my mind had been pretty set on living as a wanderer or spacer for the rest of my life and it wasn’t exactly like the idea had blanked out of my mind yet. Yeah, wrap your mind around that.

Perhaps it was the way things worked but it still irked me how self-centered business would push you into being. Why would I? It was just one question amongst many others that focused so heavily on the I’s yet so little about the you’s or we’s. Then again, a lot of self-centeredness could eventually lead to we's. I wanted to sigh, this was what I got for saying yes without second thought. Did I really want to paint ICE as some sort of softhearted company? I wanted to say it had it’s times of ruthlessness and was I truly capable of that?

I looked over at Darell and then Venussia. They had it easier. I had to admit I kept trying my best to keep up, but there I was in the shadows because of all the mess ups I kept committing to. Something made apparent by Mister Irani even before I accepted the position.

I put the papers in my lap. If I began doodling at this point would I look disinterested, like I was making notes or as if I was being a dick?

Good question, me. Listening it was.

[member="Darell Irani"] [member="Venussia Sasko"]​

 

[Sasha Santhe]

[member="Ao-Xaga"]

Sasha was about to run another scan or maybe send an electrical charge through the stone to see if it would hold a charge. All of her scientific method was interrupted by a whiny, high pitched voice emanating from her com unit. It didn’t take her more than a second, or two, to realise what was happening. “I’d never met a rock that could talk before,” she said. Although she had heard of several species that were a little less than organic. From liquid mercury to plants. “My name is Sasha Santhe, I am a human.” she said not sure if she should talk to the com unit or to the stone.

She tilted her head, “I come from Lianna, a planet with vast oceans.” She reached out a hand and touched the rock trying to find its borders. Her fingers felt into the boulder and started around the edge of the rock. “So uh… what’s it like being.. a… well immobile?”

 

[Raziel]

Objective C
Spynet

[2/20]

Even in the darkness, the conditions on Rothana found ways to give you away. His breath formed a mist that caught what little artificial light there was in the evenings. Even with his careful gait, the snow crunched under foot. Fortunately, his target seemed to have been drinking. His breathing was hard and fast, and he lurched from side to side as he walked home.

Raziel followed into line behind him, keeping his distance. He steps in his prey’s footsteps, where the snow had already been compacted. A natural empath, he latched onto the feelings of his target, almost starting to experience the mental lethargy from the heavy drinking himself.

Suddenly, he felt the other man’s emotions changed. It seemed that despite his current state, he still had a reasonable awareness. It only served to confirm Raziel’s already strong evidence that this man was a member of the terrorist cell.

Quickening his pace, Raziel started to close the distance between them. The man tried to keep his pace, but even without the strong mental connection, Raziel would have noticed the changes. A quick glance over his shoulder and the man turned down a side street.

Raziel turned down after him, and a shape launched itself out of the shadows at him. His head hit the wall on the opposite side of the alley before he could brace himself. Dark spots clouded his vision. His enemy knew how to fight, and had the bulk to carry it, but he was drunk and slow. Raziel twisted out of the grip, throwing three quick punches to the ribs. His target grabbed his shirt and pulled his head back for a strike. Tucking his chin into his chest, Raziel took the head-butt on the top of his head, hurt like hell but it was better than a broken nose.

Raziel’s right leg shot out, his boot finding the side of his enemy’s knee. The other man yelped as his knee buckled and he went down. Grasping his hair, Raziel delivered a solid knee strike to the head and pushed him to the ground.

The terrorist crawled through the snow, discombobulated and unable to stand again. Bleeding in several places on his head, and bruised in several others, Raziel stalked after him, pulling a length of wire from his pocket. He straddled the terrorist’s back and wrapped the garrotte around in one quick movement. The man struggled and bucked, Raziel taking several blows from an elbow stoically. Slowly the resistance away, until finally Raziel felt the life drain away.

Breathing heavily, Raziel got back up and started to drag the body out of sight. Now he needed his shape changer to take on the appearance of the terrorist and go to work.

[member="Chaos Maxtor"]

 

[Hira Mitsae]

Rothana Heavy Engineering ​

Rothana ​

[member="Venussia Sasko"] | [member="Elias Truden"]​

[6/20]​

Yes, the art of negotiations was a difficult one to master, and even more difficult to practice when a woman was squeezing your leg at the same time. But he managed it, which only underlined the sheer amount of willpower he had and the expertise in exercising it dutifully during an important meeting.

Honestly, Elias should have been proud about the way he was handling all of this, instead of moping around about his own mistakes and being mad at himself. Ya know what they say, lad, if ya know you are making mistakes… don’t make the mistakes.

Irani wasn’t really sure if anyone had actually said that before, but it seemed pretty logical that they did.

Seemed a sound advice to him.

But perhaps it was just bloviating to pass the time and make a few more lines for the general count, besides it wasn’t as if Irani was actually listening into the thoughts of the Truden character next to him. He didn’t actually know what Elias was thinking, right?

That would have been complete madness and completely not realistic, it wasn’t as if Darell was a Sith Lo- oh. Huh. So the look Irani threw Elias in between the matters of discussion was probably just a random coincidence, nothing to be specifically worried about.

‘Isn’t that right, Miss Sasko?’

‘That is correct, Mr. Irani.’​

And a satisfied nod added to the confidence Irani was currently projecting on mass, they were about done with the winning matter really. He doubted Sasko had been actually paying attention what with the grip she was currently exercising. But such were the way of things, no?

‘Come on, Chuck.’ usage of his first name as an equalizer and to show that he wasn’t all too concerned with anything. ‘We all know your profit margins have been shet for the past few years, and it won’t get any better.’

Outrage, but behind that the stink of shame.

Objective A, in orbit.​

[member="Marek Starchaser"] | [member="Irys Arist'lar"]​

It was a sad sad truth that Darell Irani could not be at multiple places at the same time, it simply wasn’t feasible with today’s level of technology or his own mastery of the Force. Maybe just maybe after a few more years of experimentation and ponderings he would be able to perfect the technique that would allow him to properly compartmentalize his mind into different segments to such a degree that those sectors could simply project their presence in separate locations.

A perfect blend of efficiency and omnipresence, it would have been a thing that would have made the likes of Ovmar proud, but in the meantime… Irani would have to content himself with the usage of properly groomed and competent assistants.

In question was one of Ty’rel Holdings lead engineers, Ryron Burian, the infamous brother of Ryran Burian. The Burian Brothers were two of the greatest minds that the Galaxy had to offer, both engineers in different appliances of science.

The first order of business was the construction of shipyards over the planet of Rothana, shipyards which would apparently be used for the betterment of the Collateralhulk Project. It was only logical that the company who had created the shipyards over Hypori and had a history of creating the coreships of the regular Lucrehulks, would help in this endeavor.

Yes, Irani had acknowledged that supporting the Techno Union would be a smart choice. Besides, Starchaser wouldn’t let him hear the end of it if he didn’t help his brother out. The man was absolutely impossible sometimes.

 

[Camellia Swift]

Construction of the currently unnamed Carrier class
[member="Irys Arist'lar"]

The Abrion Corporate Alliance. . . . . .they were an interesting ilk.

Effectively they were similar to the Tion group, or the Corporate Alliance, but on a grander and much more recognized scale. They greatly resembled the Confederacy of olden days in their organization of their companies, a working government beyond just intertwined business ventures. They also weren't on unfriendly terms with the One Sith, who currently held the territory Rendili Stardrive was based in, that being the world of Rendili itself, though technically there were many tertiary docks the company owned on other worlds. Basically though this meant the ACA was a viable pool of clientele for Rendili Stardrive should they have something worth selling to the government of the Southern galaxy.

Irys Arist'lar was one such potential client.

Camellia did not recall ever having met the bothan woman before any time prior, but knowing that miss Arist'lar operated Hoersch-Kessel Drives she made an offer concerning a new design prospect. Which had led to the invitation to meet with the business head in the space station currently over Rothana. A bit odd of a place to be called out to for the meeting, seemed someone was busy enough to pile several projects into one timeslot to get things done. Oh well, it didn't matter to the Rendili woman, she was excited at the new business deal and the concept of the new ship to be created. Plus working with a new group always added more excitement to things.

Hopefully her arrival was on time since details of the meetup were somewhat rushed. The Dreadnaught Heavy Cruiser carrying the Rendili Stardrive CEO entered Rothana's local space once it dropped from hyperspace, followed by its escort of Rendili Class Starfighters. Camellia had actually mulled over what ship to arrive in, the Impregnable was certainly an impressive design she wanted to show off more, but the reborn Dreadnaught class had iconic history behind its way and was also a slightly faster vessel as well so it had cut down travel time more so than if an Impregnable had been transporting her. Really the Dreadnaught wasn't that far behind the Impregnable Heavy Cruisers either, just lacking the hanger support and more expansive turbolaser banks.

Nonetheless it wasn't the Dreadnaught that was going to be the ship being sold in this meetup. No, Camellia was looking to sell a new Interdictor/Carrier product. Her tail flicked behind her in anticipation. "Comms send word to Lady Arist'lar that we have arrived and request our docking procedure. Its time to get started."

 

[Ra Vizsla]

[member="Sasha Santhe"]

"I don't really know," the voice emanated back through her comm link with static discharges momentarily interrupting or overlaying upon the words. "I haven't been here for long... I don't think." He had only just awoken hours before.

Or was it days?

Years?

Ao blinked, his colors changing from green to a dark purple hue.

"It's... quite lonely." The voice sounded sad, though the rock was only now beginning to understand how to express his emotion. He hadn't quite communicated before... ever... nor was he even sure how he knew the language of this person. Or how it was interpreting him. Was it pure willpower that his voice was translating into Basic? Was he learning through osmosis from Sasha by simply being close to her?

Ao didn't know, he just reacted.

"I would very much like to come with you."

 

[Sasha Santhe]

Sasha heard the… rock? Creature? Being? Thing. Talk to her through the comlink as her hands found the edges of the stone. “Don’t worry,” she said to the thing. “I’ll take you with me. I just have to dislodge you from this large rock…” With fingers she traced the borders of the crystal creating a recess from which to pull. “I don’t know if you feel pain, but if you do this might hurt. You’re really wedged in there good.”

And then she pulled and heaved and ripped the crystal from the stone. It the mighty undertaking she fell back her hind parts hitting the snow. Still the rock was at least dislodged. “Let me see,” she said pulling some random garbage out of her pocket and depositing the stone there. She took her comlink and opened up the device. Concentrating on the force she manipulated the technology in her hand. Wires snaked about like little worms and the device remolded into something that she hoped would better pick up the crystals signals. “Are you comfortable?” she asked clipping her makeshift device next to him in her pocket.

[member="Ao-Xaga"]

 

[Irys Arist'lar]

[member="Darell Irani"]
[member="Marek Starchaser"]

Objective A post 5
Writer post [4/20]

It was a shame, in Irys’ mind, that they were so far from the dock. One of the staff had pointed it out to her, just a speck in space. It was only visible when the sun was at certain angles. The Bothan knew the battle station was still close enough to defend the ships under construction. Her eyes were far less capable than its sensors. Despite so many bridges having windows, the prevalence of long range turbolasers, hypervelocity cannons and energy torpedoes these days ensured many battles were over before you even saw an enemy ship up close.

“Coffee ma’am?” Lieutenant Stil’dor said. He already had a cup in his hands, and he brushed her fingers as he passed it over and went back to his duties. It seemed like her workload would be busy for the week. A representative of Rendilli was also arriving. Half her time spent as an engineer for HKD, the second half negotiating with suppliers, the third half actually commanding her task force.

Best get on with it then! A small voice laughed inside her own head. “Suppose so,” she mumbled out loud to herself. She stepped into the conference room they had. Refreshments were already laid out along one wall, holo projectors to one side, and interactive desks on the other.

Moving to a lectern she pressed a few buttons. The lights dimmed a touch and two holo-images came to life. One showed a skeletal shipyard, much still under construction. The other showed a Collateralhulk, before highlighting its power grid.

“Morning everyone. Right all contractual arrangements are sorted for this working party, so we can crack on. Two problems: we need to accelerate the shipyards, we need to completely rip out and re-engineer the power gird on the three Collateralhulks under construction. We need a design that can be re-worked into the current vessels, and installed in the next batch.”

 

[Irys Arist'lar]

Construction of the currently unnamed Carrier class


[Writer 5/20 Using an NPC to work with Camellia. Splitting some posts out for the purpose of ship dev] [member="Camellia Swift"]


A pair of rapid response Scythe-class cruisers would move to meet the approaching vessel. Nothing personal, but there were regulations about warships being near military facilities. Irys was

“They’re after a Lady Arist’lar?”

Irys spat hot coffee over desk. The touch screen interface immediately started to complain. Ungraciously wiping it away with her sleeve, Irys put a finger to the comm in her ear, making it clear she wasn’t talking to the assembled group. “Yes, get their important people shuttled across, have Major Tas’dom meet them and start the discussions. Send an apology for me, I’ve got to finish up here.”

Major Tas’dom was a stalwart of Abrion Naval Acquisitions, having been in post for nearly a decade. He’d never taken a post on a military tour, and had only ever worked in engineering and acquisitions. He was a heavy set bothan, with rusty red fur. He spoke in clipped tones, and was prone to nod and mumble to himself before actually laying out his position. He headed to the docking ring with several civil servants to meet the Rendilli party.

 

[Camellia Swift]

Construction of the unnamed Carrier Class

[member="Irys Arist'lar"]

Honestly if Camellia were supposed to use a different formal title or honorific she wasn't aware of her mistake. Working with Jedi in the Republic and Sith nowadays so many times left her using Master, Lord, and Lady when addressing the majority of clients. If Miss would have worked better she wasn't really thinking about it. What she was thinking about was the business deal that would soon be conducted as she boarded the shuttle that had attached to the docking clamp of the Dreadnaught Cruiser. While being ferried over to the hanger Camellia found herself staring at the ships that had come to "escort" her cruiser. It made her smile with her private thoughts, before she stepped out onto the dock, accompanied by Rendili Commando Guards, resplendent in their phrik combat armor, altered to accommodate them considering how Rendili's people were changed recently. "I apologize if we were late in coming, the location was a bit odd when we received word of it."