Diplomacy Honor Among Thieves // Darkwire-GA Diplomacy of Frego

[Spirit of Wisdom]

Among the sprawling urban planets that dotted the expansive Core, Frego could have easily been forgotten. The highly developed and very wealthy planet had changed hands many times over the millennia. Most notably, while under the thrall of the powerful Cobral Crime Ring, it broke free of its unsavory reputation and sprang fully formed - anew - within the Republic. However, crime would be visited upon Frego many times over from that point forward including as it fell into the hands of the Corporate Authorities of Denon who, unbeknownst many, were behind the seedy dealings of the criminal syndicate known only as Darkwire.​

Though far-flung from its family of sisters in the epicenter of the galaxy, Frego had hardly been forgotten by the Alliance when Chancellor Adhira Chandra came to power with the sole mission of finally reuniting the Core. Upon her ascension to the office, she immediately sought out those she counted as friends in the galactic community to secure the return of precious Core territory. In a similar fashion, with an eye ever on the next lucrative deal, the powers behind the Corporate Authorities of Denon responded with a shrewd deal: Frego was on the table, but it was going for the price of a trade deal and free passage along the Alliance's ancient trade routes.​

They would meet on Frego to discuss the final terms.

Primary Objective: The Boardroom
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The Executive Direx Board extended an invitation to the Chancellor to join them on Frego for a final round of negotiations before the terms of the agreement were officially signed. After a drawn-out debate on Coruscant, the Senate begrudgingly granted the Chancellor temporary power to negotiate the treaty, provided a group of Senators from opposing parties be present for the deliberations. On the other side of the table would be the various highest-ranking members of the corporatocracy who would no doubt come armed with some of the best galactic negotiators that money can buy.​

Both sides are tasked with coming to an agreement on the terms of the treaty that will see Frego finally reunited with the rest of the Core. Join either delegation and take part in the negotiations.​

Secondary Objective: The Underbelly
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While the head honchos of either faction gather to discuss the official terms of the trade-off, far beneath the towering spires of the cityscape, less savory business is being done. Smuggled on board the large diplomatic ships from Coruscant a cadre of smugglers has joined the fray to mark out their soon-to-be new territory. What they find on Frego, however, will be a number of well-established criminals who have been operating there for years. The two groups will likely butt heads or perhaps find common ground with their begrudging new bunkmates. Whatever the case may be it will be well out of view of the top brass.​

Others may simply be interested in seeing the city from below.

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[Auteme]

Adhira Chandra | Negotiations​

Auteme would never wish harm on another sentient being, or even a non-sentient being -- but corporations were an entirely different story. These were entities meant only to crush their workers into submission and misguide their consumers into compliance. All to fill the pockets of the few who held the highest positions.

Not that business and industry were inherently bad, of course. Competition could be an effective driver for innovation and improvement. The economic system, while flawed, was not ineffective and could provide means to improve one's social and economic standing. Opportunity was abundant. Auteme personally believed the ideal system would be of equity and strong governance; where everyone received what was necessary and innovation was pushed not through competition or corporate interest but rather a genuine objective of improving the galaxy. That didn't mesh with the culture of perfect efficiency and endlessly skyrocketing profits.

So, when the time came for the negotiations to begin, she was less than thrilled. Any corporation calling themselves a nation was bound to have horrendous issues of governance. While she was not an expert on the Corporate Authorities of Denon, she was glad to see them relinquish their grip on Frego and a few neighbouring systems. She'd just wish it'd go quicker. Impatience was a bad color on her.

"Hopefully they don't bring up any last-minute changes," she said, sparing a glance at the Chancellor. The diplomats assembled by the Galactic Alliance were surely enough to keep their opposites in line for the signing. Of them, Auteme was the least impressive. Her presence there was largely for the publicity; her invitation largely a courtesy.

She grimaced to herself. Her mind filled with the other reasons; that expanding the Galactic Alliance would ensure safety and liberty, that Frego deserved its own government, that supporting Adhira in her new role was important. Still, her stomach turned with the thought that she was becoming well and truly politically minded. The ideas of 'us' and 'them' were outdated enough. A Jedi could do better.

But there she was. Deep breath, find the flow -- and in they went; ready to finalize the handoff. Auteme stayed a step behind the well-dressed Balmorran, as ever supporting the Chancellor in the quest for peace and liberty.

 

[Urban Dreyson]

Adhira Chandra Auteme Others involved // Negotiations​

Urban Dreyson was ready for this mission. He was ready to help oversee negotiations on behalf of the Alliance. It would certainly help his own career as well. This fact was not lost on him at all. Frego was an impressive enough planet, if a bit dirty. He abhorred corruption, and it was certainly rampant on this planet. That was of little matter to the fact at hand however. Everyone in the Galactic Alliance was to be focused on one mission and one mission only; bring Frego into the Alliance. Urban would do his best to help ensure that mission became a reality.

Urban wore his most expensive garments for this negotiation. He knew what impressed corporations and their leaders. He knew how to play this game. He was comfortable here among the elites. He wore an undercloak of shimmersilk and over robes of Tomuon wool. A bracelet made of Kyber on his wrist. The entire ensemble had cost more than a fairly large ship, but fashion was part of Dreyson. He exited the ship and would follow the delegation to the Boardroom. Here was where the negotiations would take place. Certainly it was an impressive boardroom. One could tell that the Corporations who ran this meeting were well ran and well funded. He was impressed. Now hopefully their ability to stick to their word and finish these negotiations off in good faith matched their ability to outfit a boardroom. He had his doubts about this group of corporations known as the Corporate Authorities of Denon.

He would keep these doubts to himself. He was back up here for the Chancellor nothing more. He would do his job to show off the wealth and power of the Galactic Alliance and he would keep mostly silent. This was his plan anyway. Plans did so often have a way of going astrew. The group of diplomats assembled here was quite a group indeed. Urban was confident they would put up with whatever the Corporate interests could throw their way. They must remained focused on the prize. The transfer of Frego to the Alliance and the freedom and liberation of her people.

 

[Reginald Orian]

Location | Frego
Objective | The Boardroom [aka : negotiate with the Corpos]
Tags | Auteme | Adhira Chandra | Urban Dreyson

The Corporate Authorities of Denon , perhaps one of the most corrupt regimes this galaxy has ever seen. As a Politician from a Planet who's Government was an exact polar opposite to the CAD not to mention that his Younger Cousin as Lord-Imperator of said planet had a huge distaste for Megacorporations especially after his conflict with several Corporate Superpowers such as the R.E.C and Jaeger Solutions with rumors spreading throughout the Beshqek System of a potential Corporate Regulation Act against all Corporations operating on Byss itself.

On the subject of Corporations , Denzul Vosh shared the same beliefs as his Younger Cousin. Megacorporations and Conglomerates such as the Republic Engineering Corporation and the Trade Federation were to dangerous to be left unchecked not to mention that there weren't any active restrictions placed against these corporations who are simply treated as anyone else having to follow the basic laws of the Galactic Alliance. But Corporations like these are known to find their way around these laws and they were notorious for being ruthless in the Market-place. Denzul himself was surprised at how the Alliance was negotiating with these Corporate scum given at how corrupt and greedy they were and how all they cared about was Power and Influence with no regard for the people they affected.

Setting his thoughts regarding the CAD aside Denzul knew what was his goal ensure that this Treaty was one sided , the Alliance had nothing to benefit from making deals with these Corrupt Bastards afterall in the words of the Lord-Regent of Kuat the only thing the Corporate Powers in Denon have done to the Alliance is bringing Spice , Crime and Trash as shown with how the tentacles of Corporate Corruption were affecting the Alliance with Darkwire's past attack on Financial District Datacenter No.12 and their potential involvement in the Assassination attempt against Adhira Chandra. They were dangerous entities that only cared about their interests and in Denzul's mind the Alliance had to make it clear who they were talking too.

And so Denzul waited alongside the other members of the Alliance delegation for the arrival of these Corpos ready to face what kind of nonsense they were going to bring on the table for the peaceful transfer of Frego to the Alliance.

 

[Maijan Paisea]

TASK FORCE XESH

FREGO // UNDERBELLY
INTERACTIONS: Viribus // O P E N ​

It wasn’t beyond the realm of comprehension that there was something ironic about Maijan being bothered by something she couldn’t see. She just hadn’t come to appreciate the nuance yet.

The Fallanassi often harmed others with false realities, things they could see but not feel — and in the end, they did what she influenced.

And now it had happened to her. She couldn’t see it, she couldn’t feel it, but it was in there. A nano weapon in her neck. Something that could detonate at the whims of an Alliance overlord. Exerting influence over her life.

They’d been caught on Plexis and debriefed on Coruscant. The Mandalorian that had shocked her unconscious must have been paid a hefty sum — but the basic concept of their existence now was easily summarized into one word: Expendable.

The operatives had given it a catchy name. Task Force Xesh. And they’d given it a purpose — do what others could not. And if they failed, or refused, they’d be blown to smithereens. Any accountability or connection tying them back to The Alliance (and with it, the government’s protection) would be denied and untraceable.

It sounded somewhat autonomous sometimes, if you emphasized the right words. It could be argued that because the nefarious scoundrels weren’t locked away, they had freedom. The ability to choose how their jobs got done but in the end, they were expendable.

As far as anyone in their past lives knew, Maijan and Viribus were the same-same. They hadn’t been compromised. The information on their dealing with the Alliance was limited to the hunter that had caught them, the director, and whoever the director chose to inform. Which — to the hopeful power of suggestion from the director — meant they could operate as the criminals they were until needed for something else. Their activities would be recorded, of course, their contacts indexed, but for all intents and purposes, the underworld they walked in now would welcome them with open arms.

To her, it didn’t make sense. She wasn’t even that bad or nefarious of a person. Questionable morals at best. The situation she was in now?

She hated it. She couldn’t get high enough to not hate it.

“You know,” Maijan started, scratching the end of her nose and wiping away some residual ryll. “If anyone could get these bombs out of our skulls, I bet it’d be Durkweir.” (Darkwire).

“Bunch o’ techno nerrds, rright? Could probably disarrm it without even cutting skin.”

Even with her words slightly slurred as the spice infiltrated her bloodstream, her exotic accent couldn’t be diluted. Especially with the shape of her o’s and the purring rolls of her r’s.

 

[Maynard Treicolt]

T H E _ W O L F
THE GALACTIC ALLIANCE
104TH MARINE BATTALION 'WOLFPACK'
THE UNDERBELLY
C R I M E W A V E
FOCUS | Amon Vizsla | Loske Treicolt | Maijan Paisea | Viribus

The status of the Core was always upheld as this bright and shining beacon of civilization within the eyes of the rest of the Galaxy. In truth, it'd proven far more difficult to tame than any glad hand had let on.

Crime. A constant plague which congealed in the underbelly just about all of these sought after worlds. It was a sight and threat he was well sick and tired of dealing with by now. Thus, the Alliance luckily saw it better fit to use the excursion into Frego as a chance to test one of its experimental units.

Task Force Xesh. A suicide squad of filth drudged from the Core underworld with little attempt to rehabilitate but instead pressganged into the service of the Alliance. It was morally questionable, but it was a better use for them than rotting behind bars. And it kept Maynard out of the way of danger. As well as Loske, his marines...so long as they did the job and didn't ensue collateral damage in the first place, it'd work out well enough.

From an Alliance blacksite, Maynard, Loske and the newly commissioned Commander Amon Vizsla kept overwatch on Task Force Xesh as they pursued their first mission. Though from a position of safety, swoop bikes were not too far to assail them in case they were too heavily enveloped in danger to the point of degrading the Alliance operation here to a tactical blunder.

"I can't say my confidence is too high but...saves our asses from doing more of the GA's dirty work...so long as they actually get anything done." Maynard remarks, flicking his fingers through the holomap splayed on the table before him, the golden pings of the two task force operatives evident on its overlay.

He crossed his arms over the edge of the table as he peered over the map with narrowed eyes before his gaze shifted to Amon.

"I know its not butchering Sith but...we're a bit farther from that war...if it's even a war we're in anymore." The thought of the Alliance pulling out of the Third Imperial Civil War...made sense, but it wouldn't help to shore up the tensions between the two nations of the Alliance and the New Imperial Order. Not that Yinchorr made that future any more certain to begin with.

 

[Seydou of Thyrsus]

S H R I E K _ H A W K
THE GALACTIC ALLIANCE
104TH MARINE BATTALION 'WOLFPACK'
THE UNDERBELLY
К Р И М И Н А Л
Maynard Treicolt | Loske Treicolt | Maijan Paisea | Viribus

Yinchorr was a turning point. Amon had taken life in his own hands. He had cut down the tendrils of vengeance holding his heart and soul hostage. He could've drowned had it not been for what Meshla had shared with him during the awarding ceremony on Bastion; she had ended the cycle of hate by not pursuing vengeance against her stepfather. The revelation had set Amon on a path to seek back that same cause he once sought to pursue by abandoning his clan and joining the Antarian Rangers. After his capture by the Alliance soldiers, namely Maynard, Amon committed to that same path once more.

He had been leaning, immobile, on the wall of the room not paying much attention to the map before the Jedi General.

"I can never understand you, aruetiise." Amon stated neutrally, arms still crossed for so long he might as well not feel them anymore. "Why are you sending bandits you do not trust on a highly critical operation?" Mandalorians were a straight-forward and direct people. All this subterfuge and politicking made no sense to the Vizsla.

 

[Darkwire Maestro]

Objective: Boardroom
Appearing as: Luminous Sun
Accompanied by: Rhéala Aleyv
Objective Tags: Adhira Chandra | Auteme | Urban Dreyson | Reginald Orian

"How do I look?" Luminous asked as she fussed with loose strands of her dark hair in the mirror.

The answer wasn't immediate, even though Luminous knew the other woman was right there. She didn't need to be Force Sensitive to sense the presence of her aide. Rhéala was never too far. That was why the other woman was an aide: to be there when Luminous required her. And that was pretty much all of the time. "Fine," came Rhéala's answer, clipped and irritated. But before Luminous could even tut, Rhé corrected herself and addressed her superior appropriately. "Less like a celebrity and more like a diplomat. ... Ma'am."

A sneer threatened to cross Luminous' face but she expertly maneuvered her expression into a condescending grin. "Everyone expects me to look like a holo star all the time. I think it's high time to show that I am a head-of-state. A politician, even." Luminous had never been fitted for a suit before. But she liked it. The all black suit was cut from some incredible cloth, and her blood-red blouse provided a colorful contrast. But the outfit wasn't flashy. Even her closed-toe, stiletto heels were tame. Luminous felt powerful. She was powerful. And she didn't need to wear chic designer gowns and dresses to prove her status. This wasn't a red carpet affair, this was diplomacy. And she wasn't just going to play a part in a holo. She was the real deal. And she was going to make sure everyone knew.

Still, she couldn't ignore her aide's poor attitude. Luminous ceased fussing with her hair, tied up and back in an elaborate bun with straights strands dropping just to the side of her face. Her gaze shifted from looking at herself in the vanity to Rhéala, standing behind and to the side of her employer, also wearing a suit, though opting for a long skirt rather than pants like Luminous' outfit. And, somehow, she looked more bland than Luminous Sun. Rhéala's blacks weren't as black. Her reds weren't as red. Her makeup was light. Since the outfit's had been made expressly for this function, Luminous was pleased with the outcome. She would have to hire the clothier again. "I expect you to be on better behavior during the assembly."

The other woman's face seemed to turn to steel, emotion fading underneath a calm mask. "Of course, Ma'am." Rhéala's tone also lost all of it's bite, somewhere between docile and matter-of-fact.

But Luminous wasn't content. She reached out, into her underling's soul, seeking whatever was troubling the woman. But effort was barely required. "The girl will be fine." For the briefest of moments, Rhéala's placid veneer was broken, and anger rose to the surface. Just as quickly, the crack in her front cemented over and her apparent serenity returned. Rhéala was smart and said nothing. But Luminous continued. Because she could. She was the boss. She had the power. She turned and confronted her aide directly, face-to-face. "The two of you are getting a little too close, I think. It might be good for Zo'i to take on a few more jobs from me, ... personally. Don't forget. She is my protégé. And you are not her mother."

Luminous Sun walked past her subordinate without looking to see whether or not Rhéala's mask slipped again. "Now come along," she said, looking forward but calling behind her. "We wouldn't want to keep anyone waiting."

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Apparently, she was the first of the DireX members to arrive. She strode into the boardroom of Frego's Capitol building as if she owned it. In truth, she did own quite a bit of Frego. The race that was in full swing not far from the capitol was one of her many entertainment investments on the world. But she was in no way concerned with loss of territory. Owning land was entirely subsidiary to business. And when a deal was within grasp that could be so beneficial for business? Well that was just fine by her. After all, a trade agreement meant that she wouldn't she be a commodity in Corporate Authority space anymore. Rights to her properties would be sold throughout Galactic Alliance space as well.

Luminous Sun wasn't losing anything at all.

Without a familiar face to address, she found her name plate on the expansive table and stood behind her seat. She'd stand on ceremony with everyone else before the meeting began. Rhéala was nothing more than a shadow behind her, clutching a large datapad, prepared to do whatever was asked of her. Luminous looked out among the Galactic Alliance representatives. She recognized the faces, though she'd never traded a word with any in person. After the negotiations, all that would change.

 

[Kadora'Tra]

Boardroom
Tags: Adhira Chandra Reginald Orian Urban Dreyson Auteme ​

Like most worlds in the CAD, Diviak Manfloon and his Mining Union had his hands deep in the dirt of Frego and the surrounding territories. Frego wasn't a particularly rich investment by any means, but a DireX like Diviak could always turn the most mundane rock into a profitable venture. It helped that other Corporate resources sourced from the other DireX board members, namely Luminous Sun's Entertainment Complexes and Marlene Starlight's ship manufacturing plants, complemented and fed into his operation.

It was a well defended sector within the Corporate Authorities giving the large presences of Marlene's CorpSec starship detachments, and Diviak's escort vessels. Security on Frego and the surrounding territories was surprisingly high, even close to on par with Denon contingents. Despite this, though, what investments were made into the world did not make it the most profitable, and even with the impressive display Security resources, occasionally less-than-savory non-corporate elements found themselves on these worlds to conduct business not approved by the Regional Managers.

In other words, syndicates like the Darkwire network found themselves participating in rather lucrative events like a Swoop Race not too far from where the negotiations were to take place. Kadora'Tra was of course, well aware of this event. She had been briefed on the activity prior to arriving on the planet, so that she would be able to brief her charge during the negotiation - Diviak Manfloon. It wasn't unusual that the CorpSec Captain would preceded the arrival of the Mining Tycoon, but in this case she was specifically requested.

The reason for this was rather simple - the Chancellor of the Galactic Alliance knew Kadora'Tra because they had together escaped a criminal plot to keep the pair hostage conducted by QUAEL pirates. It was seen that her presence would have a positive effect on the relationship between the two national entities if they held a reminder of a conflict they had worked through together.

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As Luminous Sun ( Darkwire Maestro ) entered the building, she gave the typical CorpSec courtesy towards the senior executive member of the DireX Board, as did the rest of the CorpSec personnel assigned to the negotiations. The Farghul suppressed a violent face towards them, given their previously antagonistic relationship on Belazura. Diviak Manfloon was still rather peeved as it were due to those events on the Beach, and his profit margins had suffered as a protests on the world delayed his operations and shipment exports. A cold war of sorts had begun between Luminous Sun and Diviak Manfloon, and even here on Frego the relationship between the mining industry and the entertainment complex's had become more strained in recent months. Events were cancelled due to precious metals found under concert grounds, supply shipments delayed after declarations of planetary celebration, the list of grievances between the two was growing.

Captain Kadora'Tra sighed quietly, before rendering a strong salute to the arrival of Diviak Manfloon, noticeably more enthusiastic than the one prompted by Luminous Sun.

"At ease, Captain." Diviak signaled with a hand. "At my side." He commanded as he seemed to flow towards his seat beside Luminous Sun. She followed her boss and stood behind the pair of executives, such that she was between the two, and taking a stance with her hands held behind her back. "I see you've made use of my Agrininum mine for amateurs' sport, Sun. I assume it must be profitable considering the number of vehicles littering the area like an unsightly dump." The DireX jabbed at his peer.

As more filled in, they awaited the arrival of the Chancellor and whatever security she brought along as well.

 

[Viribus]

T A S K _ F O R C E _ X E S H
FREGO
UNDERBELLY
Maijan Paisea | Maynard Treicolt | Amon Vizsla | OPEN

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He still liked to believe Maijan’s excessive puns got them in this mess. Was that thinking out of place and whacky? Sure, someone could definitely puzzle a logical argument for that, yet the Dark Lord of the Sith was on his fifth resurrection. Fifth? Or was it sixth? Who knew, but would someone give an explanation for that?

Therefore, he was in the right of pushing all the blame on his partner. The ire of the hunter came thanks to her.

And now here they were; nothing more than expendable tools for a government that was a cesspool of hypocrites. His hands were dirty, yeah, but at least he was upfront and honest about his activities. If killed someone, it was based on some reason why. He never faked a persona like these Alliance folks. At least he could continue his regular life just under strict supervision. How considerate of them. Everything was normal as far as everyone knew.

Everything was against them. If they tried speaking to the press, they’d die before trying, or both them and the journalist would die.

Just needed them to slip up, for them to exploit it.

“We’ll have to be careful about it, and not be plain obvious about it,” his eyes gazed to the sky and anything above his head. They knew they were being watched at the moment, and most likely being followed by covert operatives somewhere in this packed up crowd.

“Just gotta make ‘em believe we’re doing shit, yeah? Get in trouble and get em off our backs, maybe find a tech wizard to get this off us.”

“Do we know anyone out here? Or are we going in blind without knowing jack?”

Their job? Root out some criminals, and maybe some other shady business. Whatever the boss ordered.

Wish it was whatever the doctor ordered.

 

[Kolson Vrask]

V A N D A L
NEW IMPERIAL ORDER
STORM COMMANDO TASK FORCE 'DARK RIDER'
UNMARKED OPERATIONS | THE UNDERBELLY
RIAN SPACEPORT
A L P H A
FOCUS | COMPNOR | OPEN TO OPPOSITION

"Thirty five hundred standard issue rifles, five thousand hand held explosives, two thousand count combat standard issue ensembles...quite the haul. I want a bonus for this shit." The Devaronian smuggler sounded out to the Storm Commando, currently in the unmarked ensemble of an Ubese bounty hunter, a disguise he'd used before last he was near the Core. It wasn't shaken then so it was good for another trip.

<"Why's that?"> Berik knew the answer but he wanted the smuggler to explain his reasoning first, to appraise if it was something the Imperial could strike down to begin with.

"You haven't heard? There's GA here now, sweeping through the underworld, here on Rian. Hell, you haven't even specified where this shit is headed. This is all way too hot to just drop on me." The Smuggler was right on the money. If Alliance was here directly, he'd earned a jump in fee.

<"Drop off point on Mindabaal. Ping customs control saying you have 'a lot of Merenzane for a special someone' off handidly to the control tower and they'll guide you to where you need to go."> Berik iterated to the smuggler.

"Right- but none of that specified a bonus." The Devaronian iterated, gritting his teeth in discontent.

<"I don't handle the cred side, go make problems with my employers when you get there and see how much they cough up. You got enough explosives on there to glass a few miles of earth, use that as leverage to get what you want or their gear is toast."> Berik iterates, such was the Imperial means of negotiating.

"You're a clever one, I'll give ya that. Fine. Give my boys a good thirty to get it loaded up and we're out of here." The Devaronian iterated with a shake of his head.

<"Gotcha...and by the way. This is all Trade Fed gear, any of it goes missing without a good excuse it won't be my employers on your ass...it'll be someone far worse."> Berik iterated before he turned to the nearest Storm Commando, another unmarked operative.

<"Get jammers up and screaming, if the 'Starbird' is sticking its nose in our business, I don't want any chance of it picking up anything it shouldn't know about."> The Operative all but commanded.

 

[Adhira Chandra]

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Location | Frego
Objective | The Boardroom
Tags | Auteme | Urban Dreyson | Reginald Orian | Kadora'Tra | Darkwire Maestro

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The last time that Adhira had been in CAD space was during her ill-fated mission to the capital planet of Denon where she was taken hostage. Back then she had only been a senator, albeit one of the most outspoken critics of the Sith Empire and the Confederacy... and the Bryn'adul. She'd made plenty of enemies. In any case, it had been members of the Corpos who came to her rescue. Allegedly. She may have been an old woman, but she was certainly no fool. The Chancellor understood full well how dangerous the Corpos could be and she knew that any deal she managed to strike with them would have a catch, but she came to their territory with a singular purpose in mind: Bring Frego home.​

"Mmmm.." Adhira wordlessly concurred with Auteme as they walked along the spotless halls of the corporate headquarters on Frego. She clasped her hands in front of her, toying with one of the large jeweled rings on her finger as she was want to do when she was thinking. As the entourage continued down the hall, she snapped to attention as if she'd just been woken from sleep and glanced over at the Jedi Representative. "Thank you for agreeing to join us, Auteme, I'm sure the Jedi are wary of me striking deals with less savory governments, but I want to assure them my motives are transparent," she paused, her dark eyes darting to the ceiling, "I want to you monitor their thoughts... if there is any deception, I need to know." Her voice was little more than a whisper and she seemed disinclined to repeat herself or elaborate.​

When the delegation of Senators and Representatives reached the doors to the Boardroom, Adhira stopped and allowed them to go in without her. The Senate Guards who had been walking a few paces behind them caught up and flanked her on either side as she waited a moment to adjust her skirts. Show time, she thought as she pressed forward into the room. The Senate Guards entered with her and fanned out along the wall behind the seats of the Alliance's side of the table. In the middle of the table was a nameplate with Adhira's name and title on it. "Oh good, I see we've arrived early," she said in that dewy voice she used when meeting someone for the first time. Her eyes scanned the faces of the Direx members who'd arrived already. She'd never met them, but she knew who they were.​

"You must be Luminous Sun," she placed one of her hands on the back of the chair meant for her and smiled at the striking woman across the table, "and if I'm not mistaken... Diviak Manfloon. I've heard so much about you both." Her expression betrayed very little aside from blithe politeness. Glancing between the two, however, she caught sight of a familiar face. Kadora'Tra . "Oh! Well you certainly are a sight for sore eyes," her expression took on a more genuine contour, "You should both be very proud to have such a distinguished individual serving the Corporate Authorities of Denon... She is responsible for saving my life, for which I am eternally grateful." She nodded at her feline friend before stepping around the chair and lowering herself into the seat to await the arrival of others.​

 

[Daros Karmann]

LIKE_OLD_TIMES
SPECIAL AGENT DAROS KARMANN
UNMARKED OPERATIONS
'THE UNDERBELLY'

Ashes crumbled unto the floor, where it faded away with the cool, crisp wind that caressed Daros' gaunt jaw. It was cool out here, by the balcony overlooking the main highway. You could always count on Frego for their uncharacteristically unfettered aesthetic. It made any one feel free, even if they had never tasted freedom before.

He ashed his cigarette and went back into the room, walking past the bloody bed, careful to avoid the pooled blood. He tried not to think of the body as human, but just one giant rat. A big, nasty rat that threatened to spill secrets that were best kept to trusted individuals. So instead, she had the contents of her doctorate spilled across her room.

She at least was very pretty, and desperate to bring him into her bedroom on the first night. He winced, rolling his shoulders as he left the room. She was a scratcher.

The lobby clerk didn't even look up when he left the apartment, engrossed on the latest soap opera to be too concerned with a dark-haired civilian walking out. Just an average aftermath of a bittersweet night.

Out in the crowded streets Daros blended like any other stranger, taking care not to look behind him. Instead, he preoccupied himself with a cup of hot soy-caf that was not worth the mark up. Then a bagel, made with real flour. A delicacy, but he had the creds to spend on it. Seated by the roadside bench, watching the world go by, the man enjoyed his breakfast.

His datapad vibrated, and he opened the incoming message. The sales had gone through, miraculously without too much hassle. There was some talk of bonus, but Daros knew a better way to please them. He drew up a number from a list of unmarked contacts, every one of them memorized to a face, name and character.

Mom needs a dozen eggs for a cake. 12 crates of explosives, wanted. I've already wired creds to your debit, pick up the mail too while you're at it. Payment injected, address to be delivered to you soon.

He paused to finish his bagel and soy-caf. Dusting his hands, he tapped the send key and pocketed the device into his jacket. Long ago, business was conducted through barter. Today, in the age of modern, high speed communications, business arguably hadn't changed much. You could pay goods with other goods that could be sold off for profit. Thirty odd hundred blasters might be surplus here, but Frego could always use extra chemical explosives.

Daros stood back up and continued walking to his next objective, who was already walking out of their apartment, way ahead some hundred or so meters away. He loved chemical based explosives, he really do. Most customs officers aren't chemists who can understand the various jargons and scientific labels, and wouldn't really recognize the effects of combining several vials of chemicals in a makeshift lab.

You could make a killer profit, is what Daros was entailing. And he was sure it'd be very much recognized by Frego's underworld criminal elements. If they were smart enough to recognize the opportunity they were given, instead of flat credits anyway. The sun's light rays were dimmed by the cloud, masking his emotions that briefly leaked out for a moment.

He didn't enjoy killing other people, but he had a thing for silencing leaks. Done enough times, it was just a chore like any other. First the secretary back in the apartments, he reminded himself.

Then the government hotshot who thought he could double cross the NIO after sucking off their teats and living off Imperial credits. There was no room for cold feet, not in a cold war.

// ALLIES : UNMARKED NIO AGENTS, | Kolson Vrask ​

// ENEMIES : OPEN​

 

[Donavon Arturo]

// Location //: Frego
// Objective //: The Boardroom
// Tags //: Adhira Chandra | @Autume | Reginald Orian | Kadora'Tra | Darkwire Maestro

There was nothing like diplomacy in this day and age. Nothing was boring and whoever was involved could expect some type of surprise, be it a sudden and unexpected demand or an assassination attempt. Suffice it to say politics had become as interesting as the life of a fighter jockey, in both jobs you never knew where the struggle would take you and how many of your friends would survive. To most, living this way would seem dangerous and absurd.

But to Senators and Career politicians, this was the hustle and bustle of life.

And Donovan wouldn't have it any other way. The man was a legend on his home-world of Eufornis Major, the one who had dared to rail against the policies of the Imperial Bloc. The one who demanded his world's freedom of choice. The one who had been thrown into jail almost immediately after issuing those words. Yet, even in jail he would not be silenced. He had made a vow to himself to forever speak up for the oppressed which lead him to his current postion of Senator.

"Senator Vosh-Sularen, interesting" he noted to himself the various diplomats which had been selected by the Senate. Both him and Sularen were members of the Committee on Foreign Interference as was Urban Dreyson , however Donovan knew little of either men.

Sularen he was aware of only because his appointment coincded with his supposed relatives ascension to the role of Lord-Imperator of Byss, however the younger Sularen was elected and thus, Donovan felt Vosh was the legitimate representive of the planet.

"Urban, Denzul" His voice was raspy, a side effect of his love of cigarettes. "If you have a momment"

 

[Jaya Tandris]

The underbelly
Playing the messenger

Trouble
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"Great! Now that we can talk rather than shoot, I can do what I came here for." A sly smirk crept across Jaya's face as she lowered her gauntlets, following along with what the boss' goons had done with their blasters. The door, mangled, laid further into the room and a twi'lek laid in a heap on the floor, partially underneath it. A couple of broken bones, at worst; the woman had held back. Killing wasn't part of the contract, after all, and all things considered she could've probably punched the door through the next wall. Anyone who had stood in the way wouldn't have survived.

"Before I say anything, I ain't got nothing to do with the operation itself. No shootin' the messenger, got it?" Jaya's tone was much more jovial than was perhaps fitting for the occasion, but she simply couldn't help it. That was simply who she was, after all.

"Got it. Just give us this 'message', and we can all go about our day." The man who headed the meeting that Jaya crashed wasn't particularly amused, but the woman had shown plenty capable of tearing the entire room down in a hurry. She simply wanted his, and the others', attention. He'd give her that, if it meant no more bones would be broken today.

"Cool! So, here's the deal. I was, well, asked to tell ya that your little spice trade op is aboutta face some stiff competition, with the borders easing up a bit." The point of sending Jaya was to really drive home the point that they wouldn't be the ones in charge anymore. When even a messenger was able to simply walk into an important meeting and lay down how things were going to change, they would end up being much more accepting. That was the explanation Jaya got, anyway. Not that the efficacy of the method mattered to her.

"Which is to say, there's a really, really large fish incoming. And it won't hesitate to eat y'all. But! I am also here to offer you an out. Again, not my offer, just the messenger." In no situation were they going to be better off, but the amount of damage their bottom line would take was in their own hands. "Let me just..."

Jaya balled of her gauntlets into a fist and placed it down on the ground. It hissed as it released the arm it covered, allowing it to escape. With her freed hand she reached into her pocket, "just a datapad I'm grabbing," revealed exactly such an item, and casually tossed it onto the boardroom table in front of her. It slid over its surface, reaching the leader of the lot.

"Essentially, the big fish wants you to work for him. His contact details are on the datapad along with the details. From what I was able to tell when I met him, he didn't like waiting. Just sayin'." Another smirk.

The free hand was once again placed into the oversized gauntlet, and with another hiss it secured itself around her hand and arm. "That would be all, I believe. And sorry about the whole door-hitting-your-friend thing, that was my bad." Jaya bowed, then turned to the busted-down doorway.

"Have a brilliant rest of your day, lads!"

 

[Cartri Keswoll]

The underbelly, Frego

Viribus Maijan Paisea ​

Arriving on a new planet for the first time always gave him a buzz of curiosity and exploration, as well as a sense of bigger riches on a wealthy planet like Frego. While he walked through the busy streets, his head swivelled to the various stores and buildings that surrounded him, almost memorised by the sight of them alone. This was the third ever planet he had been on in his life and to say the least he wished to have seen more, but that obviously was held back with the situation he was in. None the less, with his new found freedom he was on a mission to see as many as possible in his lifetime while helping the people who hadn't found their calling along the way.

Cartri almost had a spring in his step as he dodged and weaved through the crowd of endless bodies, making sure to not bump into anyone that would cause him any unneeded hassle. He had heard about an event going on in the city to do with Darkwire and the Galactic Alliance, which meant there was going to be heavy activity between the two groups in the city. With that in mind, he knew that it was wise to be more cautious around the city just in case any of them tried any funny business. And maybe, just maybe he would think about borrowing something from them without their knowledge, just like he was doing right now. While the boy weaved in and out he quickly tried to snag any loose items or credits that he could get his hands on, or by simply levitating them without hassle. For now, everything was going perfectly.

After he had cumulated enough credits in his pockets he decided to try and find some high ground in the hopes of getting a better view of the area, because you never know what you could find with a better view. The boy wondered into a nearby alleyway and found a ladder attached to the side of a general goods store, where he would carefully climb until he reached the very top. He quickly dusted himself off and shuffled over to the edge where he crouched down, looking over the street below him for anything with potential, and by potential he meant what had value. It must of been a few minutes before a pair of strange looking individuals came strutting through. It probably wasn't wise to bother them at all, but his curiosity seemed to outweigh the thought of his own safety. He observed them for a few moments, before slowly beginning to follow them using the rooftops as cover to see where they were going too "Lets see... What can I do with you" he said to himself in thought as he occasionally peeked over the edge to keep note of their whereabouts.

 

[Gemma Hentz]

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Location: Frego
Objective: Attend meeting between GA and CAD
Tag: Adhira Chandra | Auteme | Reginald Orian | Kadora'Tra | Darkwire Maestro | Donavon Arturo

Gemma Hentz walked towards the meeting room, high-heels clicking to herald her arrival. However, she was hard to miss, dressed in a canary yellow dress with a floral print. Though this was a business meeting, she felt it appropriate to dress with style and the vibrant color put a spin on plain corporate clothing. There was a small white clutch bag tucked into the crook of her arm, and a data-pad already in her hand.

Today, she was here as a representative of Qanatain Xopsaloff -- a member of the DireX Board.

When it came to finances, Mr. Xopsaloff was King -- so to speak. However, when it came to putting an attractive face on CAD's financial branch, he saw fit to send Gemma in his place. She was a high-level executive at the First Bank of Denon, so this deal with the GA was of interest to her as well. If there was something to gain in the way of trade, that'd be beneficial to her business. They were, after all, in the business of credits -- well, Corporate Authority Vouchers, that is.

As she entered the room, her hazel gaze swept the room. There was Luminous Sun, in the flesh. Gemma offered the DireX member a respectful nod, and a smooth, "Good afternoon," to everyone else. Her own presence in the room would be diminished by someone like Luminous Sun, but Gemma was determined to stand tall and confident -- she could stand among these high-powered members of the CAD. And if everything went to plan... someday, she might be among them.

"Mr. Xopsaloff sends his regards," she added, politely. "I am Gemma Hentz, I'll be acting as his representative today."

Truly, what did that mean? She was his voice for the day -- nothing more. Her boss would be connecting via the Holo to keep tabs, and feeding her questions or responses as needed.

 

[Faith Organa]

Primary Objective: The Boardroom
Tags: Adhira Chandra | Auteme | Reginald Orian | Kadora'Tra | Darkwire Maestro | Donavon Arturo | Gemma Hentz

Politics and Diplomacy sometimes it was difficult to see them both in the same sentence. Politics had a darkness to it that if one was not careful one could be swallowed and spend a lifetime trying to push up for air. Diplomacy by definition the art of dealing with people in a sensitive and effective way. It was a peaceful way to obtain objectives.

Faith had entered the room prior to the Chancellor and waited for Adhira to make her entrance she had smiled and nodded, the traditionally accepted greeting of all diplomats. She neatly folded her hands before her, here she was a representative of her world and the Alliance.

In her mind she had seen this conversation, something she often did she tried to project ahead in order to have answers to questions should it arise. She liked preparation it made her feel safe and helped to avoid conflict.

She smiled when Adhira entered followed by the Senate guards, remarking quite casually that they were early.

And now the show begins, Faith kept her diplomatic smile on, took a deep breath and followed the lead of the Chancellor.

 

[Reginald Orian]

Location || Frego
Objective || The Boardroom [aka : negotiate with the Corpos]
Alliance Tags || Auteme | Adhira Chandra | Urban Dreyson | Donavon Arturo | Faith Organa
Corpo Tags || Darkwire Maestro | Kadora'Tra | Gemma Hentz

As more Diplomats arrived Corporate and Alliance alike , Denzul took the time to study the various Corporate Officials. Having already taken his time to understand the Political Structure of the C.A.D Denzul had done research regarding the 5 most powerful DireX's in the C.A.D after all a good politician especially a diplomat must understand how the other party thinks if he is going to get his way via diplomacy. And so the First Corpo arrived in which was Luminous Sun who was later followed by Diviak Manfloon and Captain Kadora'Tra and finally Gemma Hentz , a Corporate Official who worked under Qanatain Xopsaloff.

If there was anything Sun , Manfloon and Xopsaloff had in common it was that they were greedy and corrupt doing things in their own benefit and while Denzul felt disgusted that the Alliance had let such a dirty and rotten regime prosper to their south it nevertheless gave them the opportunity , as per the nature of a Corporatocracy these greedy and corrupt individuals would obviously be rivals trying to gain more influence and power then the other and that was their biggest weakness one in which he would exploit in order to secure Frego for the Alliance.

However his thoughts on the Corpos quickly faded though when Donavon Arturo mentioned his name requesting a quick talk. Turning to face the man Denzul studied him quickly , he was a man in his Early 60s and Federalist Senator for Eufornis Major. However compared to the other officials in the Boardroom , he knew almost nothing about him in which was intriguing , maybe this meeting would allow Denzul to study more about this mysterious man. Eventually after a few seconds of silence , Denzul replied. "Donavon Arturo right? What do you have in mind."

 

[Aerarii Tithe]

LOCATION: Frego
OBJECTIVE: The Boardroom
GA: Adhira Chandra | Auteme | Faith Organa | Urban Dreyson | Reginald Orian | Donavon Arturo
CAD: Darkwire Maestro | Kadora'Tra | Gemma Hentz
KIT: Lesser Ring of the Protected Mind | Visions of Gold | Attire
POST: I

“Why, hello there.”
“Salutations.”
“Ah yes, I pleasure the make your acquaintance.”
“I see you there.”

Aerarii Tithe, the freshly elected Senator for Aargau, glided into the meeting room, greeting alike familiar Galactic Alliance colleagues and the unfamiliar faces of the Corporate Authorities of Denon. He’d had no direct dealings with the CAD during his time in his new role or his old life in the Sith Empire. Still, the names of the DireX were known throughout the business circles of the galaxy.

His selection as Corporatist delegate to the talks may have seemed a surprise given his recent entry to the political party, but Tithe had championed himself to fill the role. The trade possibilities arising from a transfer of Frego to the GA were vast, and this way, he could ensure any terms were favourable to his interests.

He took a seat at the table next to Auteme while representatives from both sides exchanged pleasantries. He had fought alongside her in their escape from Bastion, right before the planet has fallen to the New Imperials. The young Jedi was a woman with a clear moral compass, high ideals, and a laser-focused sense of right and wrong. All in all, traits which she would struggle to find in the Corpos they were about to negotiate with.

“Credits, my dear,” he said to her with a lowered voice. “They care only for one thing - their bottom line. Arguing to ameliorate their citizens will be folly.” Tithe was very comfortable making this assessment - he was, after all, in many ways himself no different from the Corpos seated opposite him.