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

[Darkwire Prophet]

Location: Enroute to Frego Capitol Building
Objective: Boardroom
Appearing as: Sola Ember, Marlene Starlight
Tags: Adhira Chandra | Auteme | Reginald Orian | Urban Dreyson | Faith Organa | Aerarii Tithe | Darkwire Maestro | Kadora'Tra | Gemma Hentz

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The hum of the military-grade craft was sharply audible throughout the ride, which had largely kept their conversation to a minimum. Sola was not entirely alright with that. Their flight to the Frego capitol building had taken off late and their airspeeder was a lumbering vehicle built more for protection than speed. A useful quality when transporting CorpSec officers to execute a raid, but today's best defenses would have to withstand words not weapons.

She kept herself from glancing at the pilots-cum-bodyguards in the front of the craft. Thought she held no real power in her glare, it always made her feel better to do it. Not that the Devaronian pilots would have noticed, anyhow, the pair barely spoke Basic to begin with and most other non-verbal cues flew far over their horned heads. Her boss enjoyed how much they intimidated her enemies —and friends alike— with their red skin and ferocious faces, and Sola supposed these two in particular were as close to droids as organic beings could get. All it took was a word and a will from Marlene Starlight for them to carry out her whims.

Sola kept her focus on Marlene as confidently as she could. The austere lady was dressed minimally today, a close cut dress that mimicked the woman's reedy figure, with a low neck and sleeves to show off the woman's visible cybernetics, and panels of cream and silver colors designed with painstaking significance for the diplomatic meeting. A significance the Firrerreo woman could not entirely recall at the moment, Solas was too busy with the dozen or so items that she needed to go over with Starlight before they arrived at the conference. A task that, like their very transportation, her boss had put off until the last moment.

"...and Chandra's new cabinet ministers have started—"

"None of this is useful, I don't know why you waste my time." The words came off-hand from Starlight at the other side of the vehicle. She was seated near the outside of the transport craft instead of at the center as her own executive protocol dictated, a seat that gave the woman a view outside the airspeeder's thin slits which served as windows. Her boss was taking full advantage of those and not, to Sola's dismay, the last-minute prep for the meeting.

Sola was barely taken aback, her boss's callous demeanor was hardly a surprise to her. Her words in reply were carefully designed, just as the haute couture dress her boss had donned, to evoke the right emotions, "Yes, ma'am. I thought perhaps we could take advantage of our tardiness to go over these useless tidbits, because while they're not exactly crucial, you might be in a situa—"

"I am not tardy," Starlight said simply, her eyes still watching the skies for another minute. Sola sat hapless, her hands trading out this datapad for another, seeking something that would change her boss's mind. She didn't see Marlene's eyes make the long arc over to her at last until the woman spoke again. "You believe we are late. That is simply untrue, Sola. The most important person is never late..."

"...everyone else is simply early."
"...everyone else is simply early." Sola finished the mantra with her boss, who gave a curt nod before her eyes drifted back towards the view once more. She didn't want to lose Starlight's attention in the moment, leading her to blurt out, "But you may not be the most important person this time."

The glare that Marlene Starlight fixed on Sola did hold real power. That was the glare that had forged her business empire, had climbed the ranks of the DireX, and found her enemies wanting for retribution. It was a withering glare, made even more intense by the power that Sola knew lay behind it, and one she had been subjected to on more than one occasion. Sola, even knowing she had misspoken, in tone if not in truth, fixed her gaze back upon Marlene despite all her instincts otherwise. There was no space for weakness here, no quarter given for explanations, simply a battle of wills now.

In a moment, Starlight drew her lips into a straight line and turned a cheek towards Sola, allowing the younger woman a moment to breathe. She took full advantage, using the breath to launch into the right words for her fastidious employer. "Adhira Chandra is the Chancellor of the Galactic Alliance, a nation with a battle-tested navy and the military assistance of the Jedi. We're lucky that they decided to pursue a diplomatic solution here and not a military one. The Corporate Authorities are, by any objective measure, not quite so powerful to go toe-to-toe with the Alliance."

Anymore. Left unspoken was the detrimental effect the Confederacy First policy by the Southern Systems had on CAD and its ability to project its influence. Denon was still a synonym for trade hub in the Core and Reach worlds, yet one diminished by the reduced traffic on the Hydian Way and Corellian Tradelane, shifted away to the Starbird Tradelane recently completed by the Alliance and their new concord. Sola knew Starlight Industries was less impacted by these problems, developing its profits through defense contracts and commissioned orders by non-government organizations, yet the other DireX had keenly felt the effects on their business and it meant that the Authorities suffered together. A motte-and-bailey might crown its hill, but it paled in comparison to a fortress regardless.

"Sola," Marlene began, finally turning towards her assistant with her whole body, the viewport discarded for the moment. The industrial mogul tented her fingers together and then placed the construct in her lap. It was the closest Sola would get to endearing from a woman like Starlight. "Adhira Chandra may be Chancellor of the Galactic Alliance at the moment, but it is a fleeting moment. She did not earn her position, it was given to her by the banal machinations of democracy. Votes and elections do not grant power or importance, nor does her office grant her the ability to act with impugnity. Why, she even had to request special dispensation just to meet with the Direx Board to begin with. Make no mistake, the Alliance might have a stronger navy, they might have the aid of the Jedi, and they might have a galactic reputation, but we have a power here they do not."

"You control Frego." It was a simple enough observation to make, so Sola made it unprompted.

"We do. And Iphigin or the other worlds that aren't quite so consequential. And so long as we hold that coveted ground, and until Madam Chancellor convinces us to part with it, that is a power they cannot subsume without making a grave error." Marlene's hands flattened against her lap, putting the lesson to bed.

She had been given a rare peek inside the mind of her employer, one Sola was not foolish enough to squander by speaking right now. The collection of datapads would sit idle for the duration of their trip, at a pace that was still much too slow for her liking. Even so, the younger woman could respect Starlight's firm grasp of the power dynamics, being on top of that mentality had allowed the arms tycoon to be quite literally on top. The longer she worked for Starlight, the more Sola came to appreciate the woman's cutthroat tactics despite herself.

"That said," Marlene said, breaking the silence at last. "I suppose it would be better to give our fair Chancellor a product demonstration in a friendly venue, would it not? Battles as such messy affairs, and I still haven't visited Kanner Cobral's summer home..." Sola glanced up at her boss, whose face was still the same chiseled sternness she always wore even as her words carried a note of humor. "Captain, at this rate I won't get there before dark. Speed up."

The pilot answered back in Devaronese, and even if the words were foreign to her the intonation, and the craft's increased velocity, carried the acknowledgement through clearly.

​

It was clear the capitol building had neglected their preparation duties in advance of this meeting. Marlene could tell the minute she stepped out of the Grek-471 Shielded Personnel Carrier, a staple airspeeder of Starlight Industries' transport line, which hovered centimeters off the ground on repulsorlifts instead of the default full-contact landing mode. She felt grit beneath her stilettos. Grit was acceptable in the field, grit was tolerable on the streets. Grit was unconscionable for a building meant to radiate power. Purporting such power to control people, and some simple dirt managed to undermine it. A poor showing for their Alliance delegates, the meeting should have been held on Denon as originally expected.

Frego was an upstart world, one that showed promise but not much progress. It had never strayed far from its mobster roots, a social facet expected on the likes of Nar Shaddaa or some world controlled by Black Sun. Not one that the Corporate Authorities should have tolerated so transparently. How much Marlene would have liked to install her own choice of governor on the world, she had a selection of proxies who would have been favorable. This joint venture in Frego's governance between herself, Sun and Manfloon was sure to complicate the discussions ahead of them.

The boardroom fared better, decorated with the emblems of the Corporate Authorities and the Galactic Alliance and under the aegis of two stoic sentinels at her entrance to the room, their dress uniforms flared with the red and black colors of their corporate banner. Opposite them stood an array of guards, bearing the colors of the Galactic Alliance. A table set out in the room's center was immaculate, at least to the extent expected once delegates had begun arriving to disturb it, and it caught Marlene's eye immediately. The circle was an intelligent choice. Despite her harsh analysis to her assistant earlier, she and her fellow DireX needed at least the appearance of equal footing with their Alliance counterparts. It remained to be seen whether that was truly the reality or not.

Sun and Manfloon were already present, and statuesque near their adjacent places at the table. Good. The two DireX were making fast enemies of each other, and Marlene had little intention of mediating whatever bickering that was to come. She could see the Alliance chancellor already making her greetings to them, and was surprisingly familiar with a captain of the CorpSec guard. Marlene recognized the Farghul woman, one who had wormed her way into Manfloon's good graces, and apparently now Chandra's as well. An interesting development, and one that came with a bitter aftertaste. Chandra's familiar acquaintance here should have been her own creature, and Marlene still wasn't certain that Sola's delay that day had been any sort of coincidence. Yet better that it was Diviak's pet than Sun's, that was a start she could work with. Starlight Industries had much to offer CorpSec and their favored officers.

Perhaps they would have even more to offer after today.

In an instant, the room was surveyed and sized up by Marlene's enhanced pan-optic eyes, missing little of the inhabitants or the setting they occupied. Her cybernetics recorded the information, keeping it available if Marlene ever needed in the future. It was doubtful. She had little interest in most of them, the petty politics of the Alliance was best left to those who deemed themselves politicians. Today was a negotiation, veiled in the auspices of diplomacy, but in the end it was just another business deal. Marlene had cut her teeth —and opponents— on business deals, and she would walk out of this one as she had all those others before today. But first, she required a different kind of walk, one that Marlene knew was equal parts performance as it was practical.

"Madam Chancellor, it's a delight to meet you at last," Marlene's words flowed like honey, eloquent and practiced a thousand times before on a thousand beings before Chandra. She stood before her chair, one directly opposite of Chandra, and waited while Sola took care of the necessities and pulled out the chair for her. It didn't escape her notice that Xopsaloff's nameplate was taken away in the hands of her assistant, but Marlene expected that Sola would handle it. She descended into the chair, hands guiding her dress and the chair underneath her into place before folding them into her lap. A datapad was placed in front of her, yet Marlene only had eyes for Adhira Chandra, speaking to Sola in a low voice, "Will you get me a drink?"

Lofting her voice once more to carry, Marlene Starlight's face became warm and open as she addressed Chandra, "I was pleased by your election as Chancellor, Adhira, it has already opened so many doors of opportunity."

 

[Loske Treicolt]

FREGO // THE UNDERBELLY // GALACTIC ALLIANCE BLACKSITE
Maynard Treicolt // Amon Vizsla

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Loske’s fingers tightened over her biceps, arms crossed and looking over Maynard’s hunched silhouette at the map projection. Moreso looked through it and at the Mandalorian in Alliance armour on the other side.

Profound presupposition of allegiance had been eradicated when the former Imperial had been trying to crush Maynard’s head on Yinchorr. If the Concordian didn’t have such a thick skull, the Mandalorian might have been successful. In the end, some sort of warrior’s code from the dirt they’d been grown from suggested mutual respect at the end of the day and now here Amon was. Given armour, rank and a chance.

If she could forgive Allyson, she could forgive Amon. In arguably similar veins people had been hurt and then repaired. And truly, harbouring resentments would be more exhausting than just getting past it and focusing on the present. The present was all she could affect.

Still, measures of acerbity suffused her speech. “The Alliance is giving a lot of trial chances lately.”

She immediately felt guilty, and extended another olive branch and shrugged, unfolding her arms for a non-committal gesture to clear the air in front of her: “Better to test in a semi-controlled environment than on the battlefield I guess.

I’m not a fan of it either.”

Especially for the overarching notion that the Alliance had the gull to treat humans as expendable assets, only to remain untraceable in nefarious antics. The information had been confidential and reluctantly divulged to the Wolfpack overseer. The details of biometric influence delivered through the microneedles made her shiver.

Still, talking about it didn’t solve it. Or put them in a position to make any of it better.

But their current position meant all they could do was talk.

“But you’re right, it’s not a war anymore. It’s… turning into something more subtle. Negotiating for planet control, trying to figure out who our allies and stuff are. We're more accustomed to blunt force by invitation.

How else would either of you run this?"

 

[Maynard Treicolt]

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

"We'll see what they do...can't say I have upstanding confidence in these filth doing a job fit for...just about anyone else, really." Maynard states, scratching a gloved hand over his temple, a scar healed over from where the skin broke at Amon's 'Keldabe Kiss', one of the few wounds he still bared from that scrap. It was a tolling one, as short as it seamed it broke from their weapons and into their will of one over the other soon enough afterwards. It demanded every fiber of Maynard's being to not just claim victory but survive the Vizsla's wrath at all.

"Run what? The operation here? Not really sure its my area of expertise to input on. Its all...too grey, obviously you don't want boots on the group...not the look, I'd figure honestly they'd sort it out between the Corpos and Senators up at the top and be done with it...which certainly isn't anything I want to do with." He didn't trust politicians nor corporate executives for that matter. The only ones of the former he'd gotten any positive impression from was luckily enough, the first two chancellors of the Galactic Alliance as a whole. From Emmen's genuineness and compassion to Adhira's resolve, they both had their desirable qualities. Enough to keep their neck above the swamp.

"Seems more like a Judicial Force, Sector Ranger sort of job, let them figure it all out. I feel we could be somewhere more important than this shit or- hell, maybe given some leave for once..." He remarks, glancing in the direction of Loske at the mention of some time off and away from military service. By now they both knew that was wishful thinking.

"Its like their Manda'yaim, The Core." Maynard says, glancing in the direction of Amon, signifying he was laying out more context to the Mandalorian with an analogy he'd certainly be familiar with.

"GA has been fixated on it since the Core Alliance and the Republic finally signed the articles of unification or whatever the hell they called it. Lotta capital these worlds, at least certainly more than I'm used to being around. It's ours and we'll defend it. At least that's what I've been told. Maybe there's corporate interests here too, I don't know." Maynard says, glancing back in the direction of Loske once more.

"Unless they told you more?" Maynard asked, arching a brow to his significant other, unable to help the grin that came afterwards. Never really could, even in circumstances like these. She'd always evened him out. Those eyes, her voice...everything else. It was...grounding. Reminded him that he was alive at all and not an automaton with a lightsaber and a starbird on his chest.

 

[Seydou of Thyrsus]

S H R I E K _ H A W K
THE GALACTIC ALLIANCE
104TH MARINE BATTALION 'WOLFPACK'
THE UNDERBELLY
C L I N T _ E A S T W O O D
Maynard Treicolt | Loske Treicolt | Maijan Paisea | Viribus

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Loske's sour comment passed right over the Mandalorian's head, not because he was thick but because there was a fundamental difference in communications between the warrior culture of Manda'yaim and the outsiders. That had often branded him as aloof, distant and reserved. He once was isolated by his comrades during his tenure in the Antarian Rangers due to that.

Up until he had to single-handedly save their lives and lead them in the maws of death against the Pretender's united clans of Mandalore.

Amon switched to idly leaning on the wall to tinkering with his blaster pistol. Standard service crap they gave all aruetii militaries in the galaxy. That and the armor he was still trying to get used to reminded him of his time as a Ranger of the Silvers. The Vizsla never really was able to adapt to the darn armor then and didn't seem like he would adapt to this one, too. That was clearly the least of his problems. He was recruited from the enemy's side and appointed as commander of a whole Battalion; time and effort was needed to gain their trust to lead them and even then the end result wasn't certain.

Yet, if his experience as an Antarian Ranger told him something - it was that sooner or later they'd learn to follow him. His modus operandi always came through - no words, only action.

Prove who you are in the thick of the fight, in the midst of the battle, and this operation right now wasn't helping his cause one bit.

Idling like sewer rats and peeking through the gutter's gratings. If these were the 'good guys' of the galaxy, the Vizsla might as well return back to his clan and torch the galaxy down with his father for the sake of it.

"We lit the skies ablaze to reclaim our Core, Treicolt." Amon replied, eyes still focused on the tinkering, to the Jedi's explanations and elaborations. "This is not the same." As much as he held respect for the Jedi Knight, so did he hold a certain dose of disdain for the man - for turning his back to his heritage, a Mandalorian heritage. Ironically, which escaped Amon's perceptions completely, the two shared far more similarities than differences. Both had somewhat turned their backs on what they were expected to do and be and became what they were supposed to.

The Mandalorian kept on fiddling with the pistol leaving the two to their conversation.

 

[Maijan Paisea]

TASK FORCE XESH

FREGO // UNDERBELLY
INTERACTIONS: Viribus // Jaya Tandris // Cartri Keswoll // O P E N
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The filtration system made the scents of dried urine and spice only slightly mitigated below the skylines of the upper levels. While they wandered, Maijan fanned herself gently. The streets were warm bordering on hot, the entropic load of the city trapped by the of the layers to the planet’s crust and industrialized strips in the layers of wealth above.

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

"Should we know a Jack?" A thoughtful hum vibrated through her throat and she glanced around the underbelly.

“A bit blind.” She admitted –– her little black book was more based on people approaching her rather than the other way around. “But hmmm, look.” A single digit extended, pointing the golden mottled fingertip in the vague direction she wanted the Zabarak to seek.

The movements were scarce, easily missed amidst the throngs of activity below the scene. But a busted door was a busted door. Nefarious even under the circumstances. Even moreso when someone was leaving the scene unencumbered.

Something at the nape of her neck started to tingle, spreading up through her skull and tightening her shoulders.

“I feel like we’rre being watched.” Maijan murmured, inconspicuously glancing over her shoulder. When someone who’s so used to manipulating visuals felt as though she was being watched, there was only one way to remedy the creeping sensation. Without warning, she snapped her hand out to grip the Muscle’s wrist and eased them into the gaps and weaves of the White Current –– concealing the pair beyond sight.

After a few seconds, she let go. “Stay close.” She reminded him, for no strategic value other than keeping him contained within the invisibility bubble. Meanwhile, her heavy golden footfalls directed toward the ruckus that had strained the doorway.

 

[Loske Treicolt]

FREGO // THE UNDERBELLY // GALACTIC ALLIANCE BLACKSITE
Amon Vizsla // Maynard Treicolt

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"Run what? The operation here? Not really sure its my area of expertise to input on. Its all...too grey, obviously you don't want boots on the group...not the look, I'd figure honestly they'd sort it out between the Corpos and Senators up at the top and be done with it...which certainly isn't anything I want to do with."
"Seems more like a Judicial Force, Sector Ranger sort of job, let them figure it all out. I feel we could be somewhere more important than this shit or- hell, maybe given some leave for once..."

The combination of visible blunt force that could be pointed to as an example and altruistic directives made for the perfect poster children for The Alliance. But for terrible covert operatives, which is what the system was starting to demand. It was in Maynard’s admission that pushed her over realization’s edge. Maybe their quasi estrangedness with the future requirements of the Alliance’s demands would force them into early retirement.

“If we can’t adapt to grey, we might all well be out of a job.” Loske mused aloud, sharing the sentiment that was humorous for an interval out loud. Humorous and even perhaps somewhat optimistic. Nobody could say they hadn’t tried up until now. Maybe now the best way to protect the dream was to just...live it.

"Unless they told you more?"

She flashed a roguish grin and shrug, rolling her wrists with the grandiose explanation forthcoming. “Something something vigil, hope, galactic beacon, something something refuge, peace, prosperity yadda yadda.”

A rolling shrug followed suit, and she glanced up and down the map inattentively, not giving any special care to the beacons on it. For a second, the fluorescent saturation of the blips dimmed; but they’d been notified that would happen if those they were surveiling used something that affected their electromagnetic signatures on the biometric barcode. AKA - The Force.

Domain language was shared back and forth, establishing the heart’s language between the two Mandalorian brethren. Summarized plainly as this means that, and this should mean something to you.

It didn’t.

"We lit the skies ablaze to reclaim our Core, Treicolt."
"This is not the same."

“And that,” she wagged her finger across the room with a measure of amusement forcing the corners of her mouth upward in a crooked grin “--Would definitely put us out of a job.

What’s the difference other than firepower?"

It might have sounded baiting, but it wasn't ill intended. From one Core to another, it was more than a collection of rocks and dirt for those fighting. The symbolism was far more gavitatious; but the interpreted difference was The Mandalorian's just wanted one sector. One planet (mostly).

“I don’t know,” she admitted. “From the New Order’s vision to The Alliance’s, what’s making you stick around Commander.” The question was more targeted at Amon than anything, seeking to establish some level of conversation amid the group that would either sway them for or against their convictions.

She still wasn’t certain it would be up to any one umbrella government to exert influence. But how did they stop? How did democracy relax, or Imperialism pause?

Who was to say it didn’t feel right? Was the Alliance going around taking net-promoter responses from the cilivians of the planets they liberated? Were the New Imperial Order troopers hosting interviews with citizens before laying down their law?

 

[Seydou of Thyrsus]

S H R I E K _ H A W K
THE GALACTIC ALLIANCE
104TH MARINE BATTALION 'WOLFPACK'
THE UNDERBELLY
C L I N T _ E A S T W O O D
Maynard Treicolt | Loske Treicolt | Maijan Paisea | Viribus

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"You live like a rat, you die like a rat, Loske." he replied to the blonde Jedi without shifting his view from the gun he was fiddling with. Then a pause, a string of thoughts flooded his head.

Amon looked up glaring at her, "Someone has to do the dirty work for the good guys."

The same reason he had abandoned his clan to join the Rangers - fight the good fight, leave the demonic ways of his father behind. No more innocent sisters to be buried, nor revived as Sith monstrous puppets.

"And it shouldn't be dubious criminals slithering through the gutters." he jerked his head at the map Maynard was obsessed with.

 

[Kadora'Tra]

Boardroom
GA Tags: Adhira Chandra Reginald Orian Urban Dreyson Auteme Donavon Arturo Faith Organa Aerarii Tithe
CAD Tags: Darkwire Prophet Darkwire Maestro Gemma Hentz
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As the Chancellor of the Galactic Alliance entered into the room, Kadora'Tra couldn't help but to feel the swelling of familiarity and pride that made her stand a little taller and a little straighter in the presence of the former Senator. She could even feel the unfamiliar tug of her cheeks as the human woman regarded her with such adorations. For once she was thankful for the thinly fine orange fur that covered her cheeks as heat rose to them in response to her comments

She did allow herself to smile, one of her teeth poking out, and some parts of it were genuine, but possibly amplified a bit such that her demeanor wouldn't betray her private shame. Regrettably, she wasn't often praised, and her personal attitude quickly sabotaged it with the guilt of her mistakes that lead up to their first meeting on Denon. Nonetheless, Diviak had explained he saw an opportunity in bringing her along for this meeting considering their previous experience together, and thus permitted her to speak out of turn to profit from her relationship with the now-Chancellor.

As good as it was to have someone thinking so highly of her, at least half of her emotions were being used as a performance. Bitterly, she felt less like a killer feline and more like a stage monkey.

"You're too kind Chancellor, you handled yourself just as well." It was a politely worded humility of herself, to deflect from that situation while putting the focus on the Chancellor's qualities (of which she actually admired). "The alliance is lucky to have you." She nodded in return to the Chancellor. For a moment, the CorpSec Captain took a furtive glance at Diviak to gather whether or not what she said was to his liking, but gathered nothing from his cold exterior.

Surprisingly, such neutral dismissal gave the feline a bit of relief. It felt as if she had been truly trusted to speak carte blanche. Perhaps this meeting wouldn't be so nerve wracking after all...

 

[Viribus]

T A S K _ F O R C E _ X E S H
FREGO | UNDERBELLY
Maijan Paisea | Jaya Tandris | Cartri Keswoll
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"Should we know a Jack?"​

Was this another one of her puns? Whether it was or not, she earned a scoff and his eyes rolling from being outright annoyed. Every assignment they had since they met he suffered at least one joke or pun from the Seer. He only retaliated verbally, but it was enough for her to continue this spree.

“Am I your only entertainment? Cause if yah, then you’ve my sympathies,” his only retort to her joke. Oh, she could tell he was triggered by it and would most likely continue the charades.

Hopefully not, for his own sake.

But look, a disturbance in the Force? Yeah? Maybe? The busted door with a random woman sprinting out of the opening. Curious, wasn’t it? Easy to identify for him and Maijan that it was some criminal or lowlife. But they were here in the Underbelly, almost akin to Coruscant’s Underworld. They would encounter a dime a dozen of criminal personalities.

A good starting point for the duo, certainly took eyes off of them from their merciful employers.

Speaking of being followed...looks like there was another player involved. Assassins? People they had a drift with? Who were the last people they pissed off? Regardless it was a nuisance relieved of when the Fallanassi pulled him into the mystics of the White Current. Out of plain sight. They would’ve been completely invisible were it not for the bomb trackers implanted on their skulls.

Out to the door they walked, should they have followed the mysterious woman first? Whatever, here’s the hope there was something she left for them to trace.

“Well what the hell we do when we enter? Investigate? We’re not cops, ya know?”

Upon entering there was voices of different tones and bass. They all seemed to be upset about something, the cussing and how loud they were was more than enough to decrypt that.

“Well? What we do?”

They couldn’t just come out from the veil of the Current, or maybe they can.

“Who the hell she think she is? Should’ve put one between her eyes, lil shit.”

“Well you shut the hell up? She gone, unless you wanna look like a damn fool and follow her behind.”

Well they could take advantage of the discourse happening now.

 

[Maynard Treicolt]

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

"You know damn well what I meant, Vizsla. Granted, if we went about it the same way it probably wouldn't have taken us so damn long. The Alliance is strong, our operational history shows it. Harnaidan, Botor, Dubrillion. But we collar ourselves. The Galaxy needs to respect us or the Core will be theirs to exploit." Maynard states outright in response to Vizsla's posturing. He didn't all too much disagree with the way Mandalorians operated. Even at their weakest, everyone knew who they were. Everyone knew what the T-Visor and the Mythosaur meant. The same had to go for the Starbird, the Alliance. That it could only stand to mean a people who would stand up for themselves.

“If we can’t adapt to grey, we might all well be out of a job.”

“Something something vigil, hope, galactic beacon, something something refuge, peace, prosperity yadda yadda.”

"It's all grey, always been grey. No need to pretend we're nothing we're not." Maynard stated aloud in response to Loske's audible musings. He'd certainly be living that way since the days of the attempt at unified Jedi Order while the Imperium and Republic battled for dominance in the Galactic Core.

"You live like a rat, you die like a rat, Loske."

"Someone has to do the dirty work for the good guys."

"And it shouldn't be dubious criminals slithering through the gutters."

He almost snapped at Amon for the tone he elected to take with Loske. But a second thought had him realize it wasn't likely to be out of malicion, at least not to her. The Mandalorian was an abrasive breed, especially to those not among their creed. To which, while Maynard was born and raised on Concord Dawn, adjacent to the Mandalorians, he was not one of them.

"I see your point, Vizsla...but I'm not sure I'd care to swap places with them, or any of the Wolf Pack for that matter. Guess we'll just have to see if they can manage it to begin with." Maynard states honestly.

The chatter between Xesh piqued Maynard's interest as he arched a brow and the playback sounded out through the command center. From the initial impression, they hadn't done much of anything yet but they were gaining ground. He narrowed his eyes as he tried to hone in on the foreign voices picked up from their aural sensors, to read their intent, inflection and the rest of it. From first impression, certainly qualified as the 'rats' Amon was describing.

 

[Auteme]

Adhira Chandra Aerarii Tithe Faith Organa Urban Dreyson Reginald Orian Donavon Arturo | Darkwire Maestro Darkwire Prophet Gemma Hentz Kadora'Tra ​

"I understand," she said, nodding to the Chancellor. "I'm not a fan of corporations or corporate governments, but a diplomatic solution is better than a violent one. I support you. I support this."

It was comforting to say aloud. Focus on that and she didn't need to go through the politics -- this was a beginning of progressive change. With this deal and the following cultural influences between the two nations, it might spur a greater political shift with the Corporate Authorities and force them to relinquish their grip on their systems. Eventually, of course; a radical change of power might do more harm than good. Today was just the start. There was much more to come, and Auteme didn't doubt that Adhira would be able to navigate them towards a better Alliance.

As the Alliance's delegation entered the boardroom, Auteme moved to sit while the others mingled. With a moment of quiet she took a deep breath and closed her eyes for three long seconds. One; found herself, pinpointing that fleeting bright light. Two; found her surroundings, the flow that still moved through that most cool and impersonal of rooms. Three; found the others, the Senators, soldiers, the DireX board members, the miscellaneous.

When her eyes opened again, her sight was beyond the sharply-dressed politicians and negotiators, beyond even what the cybernetically enhanced Corpos could see. Every word and movement was noticed. It was like reading a book. Auteme loved to read books.

With the entrance and introduction of Marlene Starlight, her task for the Chancellor had begun. The DireX member's words and demeanor were perfect, but it was clear what she wanted. This was a deal. Corporates liked to get good deals. Here she was testing the waters, like a wild cat stalking her prey. It reminded her of some of the opportunists in the Alliance's Senate. War hawks; KDY, Julius Loghain, the like. While she nudged Adhira about the emotions that were there, she knew the Chancellor was well aware of what was going on.

It was clear that her focus wasn't all there when she spoke to Aerarii; her tone was a little more flat than usual, words a little more pointed, gaze averted to the center of the room. "I presume you understand their ideals well," she began. "Nonetheless I hope the people of Aargau have placed their trust well. Of all the places in the galaxy I would think that you understand them best."

For a brief moment she returned, turning to look at Aerarii. Just as the Corporate Authorities, Senator Tithe was misguided in his desperate pursuits of wealth, but no one was perfect. Part of her pitied him. Part of her despised him. But mostly she hoped that he would grow into a better person.

"You could be a great Senator, you know. It's just a matter of... realizing the truth. The Corporate Authorities are in too deep, but you've just gone through a major change in your life. It might give you some perspective.

"The truth is, credits don't matter."

 

[Jaya Tandris]

The underbelly
Leaving the scene
Maijan Paisea | Viribus | Cartri Keswoll

As nonchalantly as Jaya walked out the door, she had the eyes in her back sharply trained on the doorway she had just walked out of. Sometimes in this line of work one would run into someone of a group of people who wouldn't take too kindly to your interruption, so even when you thought it was a job well done there was always a chance at a blaster bolt connecting with your back.

Surprisingly, though, none of the thugs present in the meeting she had crashed was moved to get back at her. As the building got further and further away from her, nothing happened. Of course, the reactions of the passers-by ranged from shocked, to scared, to uncaring, but those simply steered clear of her and the mess she had caused. The gauntlets were intimidating enough to make most people think twice about commenting on the brash methods she employed in her work.

Jaya's time on the planet wasn't quite up yet, though. She'd have to head back to her ship first to offload the cumbersome gauntlets, but afterwards she would have all the time in the world to explore everything the underbelly had to offer, from the shady marketplaces to the brimming cantinas. As strange as it sounded, the seediest places were where the woman felt most at home.

 

[Maijan Paisea]

TASK FORCE XESH

FREGO // UNDERBELLY
INTERACTIONS: Viribus // Jaya Tandris // Cartri Keswoll // O P E N

THE FOUR OF US ARE DYING

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Hand over fist, weapons were being moved around down here without consequence. This wasn't atypical to any ecumenopolis or major cityscape with cash to burn. Nobody really stepped in until it was too late. Preventative measures were costly and poor resource management.

"Those gauntlets are only being merchandised heruh.. if this is a GA planet now, we should get to know the locale."

“Well what the hell we do when we enter? Investigate? We’re not cops, ya know?”
“Well? What we do?”

“Who the hell she think she is? Should’ve put one between her eyes, lil shit.”

“Well you shut the hell up? She gone, unless you wanna look like a damn fool and follow her behind.”

Maijan had never been good at calling the shots. She was much better at slamming them back, one after the other, on nice marbled counters with friendly bartenders and flirty smiles. Vir's questions made sense and she closed her eyes, pressing two fingers to the space between her eyebrows as if the pressure would force a thought to the surface.

All she could think about was the bomb ticking away in her neck. She couldn't hear it, or really feel it, but the knowledge of its presence made it heavy enough that it felt tangible. "I need a drrink." She admitted in a low, curling growl.

Looking as if she might go and hunt down that bevvy herself, the marble skinned magician crossed the threshold between the shop and the streets. A hand waved, painting an image for Jaya Tandris to run into. It was an intangible illusion, nothing could be felt. But several feet ahead of the woman with fuchsia streaks would be a barrier that would deviate her pathway. Or at least put pause in her step.

"Tackle her I guess. Let's see what else she knows and who to go to. That seemed..efficienté. When you'rre lunging I'll remove yourr invisibility."

 

[Cartri Keswoll]

Maijan Paisea Jaya Tandris Viribus​

Just as quick as he first saw them they were gone, vanishing into the deep depths of the crowd and away from his watchful eyes. He titled his head slightly in confusion, almost in astonishment about how fast they were able to disappear. The boy could only sigh from his lack of attention and turned around to go down the ladder, back onto the ground floor of the rough streets. He appeared from the dim alleyway and looked both directions, just in case the people were watching him instead. It was strange that the pair had vanished within a few seconds, even if it sounded easy with the amount of people that scattered the street. Although, it was possible that they had used something to get away, but it wasn't likely since he doubted they knew he was watching them. None the less, he now had to find a new target.

Cartri thought about his next action for a few seconds before heading in the direction the duo were going, not expecting to find them again in the urban forest known as Frego. Yet, due to the colossal size of the planet he was sure to find someone even better than the pair combined. He carefully walked through the streets once more, his hands now and then making sure the credits he collected earlier were still firmly placed in his pockets. Some of it was going to be used to get off this planet back to Denon, while the rest was going to be saved or given away to people who truly needed it. Keeping all of it to himself was just pure greed...

Not long after turning a corner, his eyes caught something unusual in the distance. A patch of purple hair bobbed in and out of the crowd as the individual walked along without a care in the world. When he got a closer look at the person in question it was clear she looked different to everyone else, and the crowd around her seemed to notice that too. They seemed to look at her with shock and awe, which was a strange reaction to someone who looked unique. Cartri stared at her as she got further and further away from him, a potential target that had potential to give him grand rewards. With hesitation he slowly followed behind the woman at a distance, his lips slowly forming into a small grin. She seemed to be alone for now and harmless from the looks of things, but it was probably smart to be cautious no matter who they were "With my luck she'll probably vanish into the ground too" he said sarcastically to himself as he began to get closer to the woman.

 

[Viribus]

T A S K _ F O R C E _ X E S H
FREGO | UNDERBELLY
Maijan Paisea | Jaya Tandris | Cartri Keswoll
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"I need a drrink."

She always needed a drink, didn’t matter what hour of the day it was. Even a leftover daiquiri would suit her buds. “Yeah, I don’t think a drink is gonna resolve our problems, sweetheart,” his voice stern as he offered her a drab look that had the phrase “are you serious” all over it. Partially, he could understand why not having an organized plan out of the blue. They were criminals, outlaws; everything they did was based on a whim. That wasn’t to say they prepared with a plan, but that was before getting into action. They were far from a special forces detachment that could come up with strategies at ease.

And whoever was responsible in monitoring them sure did a good job in giving them instructions and orders.

“Least these lil’ shits behind the screen can tell us to go right, left. Kill this moron, beat up these pitiful fools.”

By the Force, he hoped these Alliance dogs went to hell.

"Tackle her I guess. Let's see what else she knows and who to go to. That seemed..efficienté. When you'rre lunging I'll remove yourr invisibility."

Finally, some form of a plan. Some sense of direction. It was something to work with.

“Aight, just do your weird stuff,” and the Zabrak left Maijain, giving a jog to reach up with his target from where he last spotted the woman. Jog, and then sprint for a tackle to take her down once she was in sights. Luckily, he wouldn’t in her sights when it came to it.

 

[Adhira Chandra]

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

Adhira's attention was suddenly torn away from heaping admiration on her former feline companion upon the entrance of another figure. She was a slender young woman with fair skin and striking features. In many ways, she was the epitome of what Adhira had come to expect from the sharp lines and tidy appearances of the corpo elite. She remained seated as Gemma introduced herself as the representative of one of the board members - Qanatain Xopsaloff. It seemed that even the Chancellor of the Alliance was going to have a hard time meeting face to face with all members of this mysterious Board of Directors at once. Perhaps it was a security measure.​

"Ah, well please convey to Mr. Xopsaloff my disappointment in not being able to meet with him face to face," she cooed with no malice in her voice, "but given that he has placed his full confidence in you to represent him here today, I have no doubt you are a highly capable and - dare I say - a formidable young woman in your own right. A pleasure to meet you Ms. Hentz," Adhira smiled at the younger woman as she joined them at the table and glanced around at the faces of Board Members and their Representatives.​

Manfloon... she counted silently as her eyes wandered over the faces sitting opposite her. Sun... Xopsaloff... she continued counting wordlessly. At full attendance, there should have been five people sitting across from the Alliance delegation. Both Larz Blackheart and Marlene Starlight were nowhere to be seen. The Balmorran checked the corner of her datapad for the time before opening her mouth to speak...​

Before she could politely ask about the arrival of the other board members, however, an absolutely devastating figure entered the boardroom. All of the Board Members radiated a certain air of importance, but for this new addition, it was far more aggressive to the senses. Quite noticeable. Adhira knew instantly whom she was about to meet and stood, folding her hands in front of her politely as the infamous Marlene Starlight. The Chancellor beamed politely. "How wonderful to finally meet you, Ms. Starlight," her eyes lingered for a moment on Kadora'Tra before pulling them back to the corporate secretary, "after our last attempt at a rendezvous, I was beginning to worry we may never have the opportunity." Adhira joked coyly and laughed as she lowered herself back into the chair.​

"Indeed, and we certainly hope that we can reach an agreement here today that will benefit both of our nations," she nodded with deference. "I have been empowered by the Senate to negotiate on behalf of the Galactic Alliance. Here to advise me are Senator Tithe of Aargau, Senator Organa of Alderaan, Senator Dreyson of Eufornis Major, Senator Vosh-Sularen of Byss, and Special Representative Auteme of the Jedi Order." Adhira nodded to each of her political colleagues in turn giving them an opportunity to indicate themselves. Adhira let an almost uncomfortable silence follow, smiling blithely at their would-be allies.​

"So," she said finally, bringing the silence of her own making, "we have both received the revised terms of the treaty that our offices have been collaborating on for some time. Were there any additional items the Board would like to discuss?"​

The Chancellor waved her hand over her datapad and the most recently revised version of the draft treaty negotiation appeared in holographic form.​

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Spoiler: Treaty of Commerce, Amity, and Navigation

Terms (IC):

• The CAD will immediately cede full governmental oversight and control of the planet Frego to the Galactic Alliance.
• The CAD will have full access to the portions of the Hydrian Way and Corellian Trade Spine that are under the control of the Galactic Alliance.​
• The CAD and Alliance will have free movement between territorial space.​
• The CAD and the Alliance will enter into a formal trade agreement, which includes a provision that the Alliance will give preferential trade to the CAD when buying military tech, intelligence tech, etc from external sources.​
• The CAD and Alliance agree to allow the sharing of technology through trade.​

Terms (OOC):

• The CAD and Alliance agree to cooperate in RP opportunities to strengthen faction bonds.
• The terms of this treaty were agreed to by both FOs and can only be dissolved with the agreement of both FOs or if there is a violation of the treaty or act of hostility.

 

[Darkwire Maestro]

Objective: Boardroom
Appearing as: Luminous Sun
Accompanied by: Rhéala Aleyv
Objective Tags: Auteme | Urban Dreyson | Reginald Orian | Kadora'Tra | Darkwire Prophet | Gemma Hentz | Adhira Chandra

Luminous took in all of the people who entered the room. Her colleagues no less than their soon-to-be business partners. But, truthfully, this affair was mostly for show. This was a deal that had been in the works for a long time. Long enough for the Corporate Authorities to know just how much they could get for territory under their jurisdiction. But Luminous Sun knew just how important "ceremony" was. To some, the show was a waste of time. To her, the show was where you see just how cool under pressure someone could be, whether or not they stick to the script, what little details might slip through unheard because they were unexpected. Decorum was where every word mattered, and she reveled in it.

"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 through a sidelong glance at her fellow DireX. She barely wanted to regard the stubby Advosze at all. Having the gall to open a resort under her nose. She'd make sure she bled him dry until he was hollow. Considering what the mining executive did to planets without discretion, Sun found her own desire to be particularly apt. "Come now DireX Manfloon. You better than anyone should know that you only move on from a project when it has given you every last credit. I'm simply taking advantage of an opportunity you left behind."

Starlight was exchanging words with the Chancellor while the two DireX traded cleverly disguised insults and Xopsaloff's assistant made her own entrance. She noticed that Rhéala, her aide, was taking careful notes of everyone in attendance, but paid specific attention to the little note of acknowledgement Rhé threw Starlight's aide. Intriguing.

No surprise, but Larz Blackheart not only wasn't there, but had no representative sent in his place. The man didn't care for the political duties required of him by the CAD. But so be it. They didn't need him for this.

Sun took her seat as the room seemed to come to an unspoken realization that everyone was there and that they should get started. The Galactic Alliance Chancellor began...

"I have been empowered by the Senate to negotiate on behalf of the Galactic Alliance.​

The former actress was glad for her previous career. That one sentence, if she had been reading the Chancellor's words from a pad or watching her on a holo, would have earned anything from a sneer to a guffaw depending on Sun's mood. Instead, her face showed a consistent coolness. She even did her best to limit a reaction for the Jedi in the room. Despite her failure to become a Jedi, she had enough training to know how to dampen her own emotional reactions. That had been a boon while pursuing her acting career; that and her timeless attractiveness.

Still, Sun had to begrudgingly respect the Chancellor. She could tell that the woman was proud. Looking just beneath the surface, she could also tell that the Alliance leader was driven. These were traits that Luminous herself exhibited. She couldn't imagine how difficult a time Adhira had convincing all of those other blowhards to allow her to act on her ideas and beliefs. Plus having to do so for so many different occasions. When Sun wanted to make something happen, she snapped her fingers and there was her desire. Build a new casino? Yes, ma'am. Reignite a race track? Yes, ma'am. Topple a rival business that got in her way? Yes, ma'am. And yet, the obstacles didn't seem to have slowed Adhira's resolve. That was worthy of respect.

Not enough to get every last bit out of this deal as possible.

"I think it should be noted, Chancellor, that businesses on Frego and Iphigin as well, should be allowed to continue to operate as they have been. Of course, they will now have to operate under the auspices of Galactic Alliance's economic bearing." Sun paused for a moment. "Which would mean that we would also need to set up a proper exchange rate, but making it clear that our economies are still... intrinsically independent." She put exactly as much haughtiness into the last two words as were implied. She didn't need much. After all, this alliance simply meant that there was another form of competition for business to thrive. And that was perfect for Sun. And for the Corporate Authorities.

 

[Gemma Hentz]

Auteme | Urban Dreyson | Reginald Orian | Kadora'Tra | Darkwire Prophet | Gemma Hentz | Adhira Chandra | Darkwire Maestro​

Gemma offered the Chancellor a polite nod when she expressed her disappointment that Mr. Xopsaloff would not be present. “I appreciate the kind words, Chancellor,” she replied as she joined them around the table.

It wasn't long before another power of the CAD made her entrance, fashionably late. Turning slightly, she spotted none other than Marlene Starlight. Gemma sat a bit straighter, and let her gaze shift to the rather imposing woman. Unlike the warmth and grace displayed by Adhira Chandra, Marlene had cold intimidation on her side.

Then, the meeting kicked off and Gemma turned her attention back to the Chancellor.

Gemma, for her own part, saw the benefit of giving Frego over to the Alliance. A couple worlds seemed rather inconsequential when connections to the vast trade network were at stake. Turning slightly, she watched and listened as Luminous Sun spoke up. Yes, she raised quite a good point.

“I can assist with the rates – the First Bank of Denon will connect with your financial institutions to ensure a seamless exchange for our people.”

Many worlds used credits. The worlds within the CAD used Authority Cash Vouchers, of course. An agreement to allow Alliance members to visit their worlds and vice versa was beneficial – so long as the cash continued to flow... just as it always did.

 

[Aerarii Tithe]

LOCATION: Frego
OBJECTIVE: The Boardroom
GA: Adhira Chandra | Auteme
CAD: Darkwire Prophet | Darkwire Maestro | Kadora'Tra | Gemma Hentz
KIT: Lesser Ring of the Protected Mind | Visions of Gold | Attire
POST: II

Tithe smiled slightly as Auteme suggest one truth and one lie - that Tithe could be a great Senator, and that credits didn’t matter. He had no doubt that he could effectively administer matters of state pertaining to his homeworld - he had governed a much larger and far less peaceful swath of the Sith Empire as a Moff. As for the second matter, well, to suggest to an Aarguun that credits didn’t matter was akin to convincing a Corellian that odds were important, or having a Bothan avoid political subterfuge.

“My dear, I suspect you’ll find that in this exchange, credits are pandamount.”

The remaining DireX representatives took their seats and exchanged pleasantries. Tithe alternated between a simple smile and a slight bow of the head - his limited dealings with the CAD did not afford him close connection with its leaders.

Chancellor Chandra opened proceeding. “A pleasure to make your acquaintances,” Tithe added as he was introduced. The discussion quickly moved to the agreement between the GA and the CAD. Tithe hadn’t been involved in its formation but had read up on the agreement in close detail. The terms were favourable to the interests of the GA in the region, both socially and economically.

Luminous Sun, who Tithe understood concerned herself largely with entrainment ventures within the CAD, raised her concerns about the economic impact on Frego in the absence of an appropriate exchange rate between the Galactic Standard Credit, favoured by the GA, and the CAD’s Authority Cash Vouchers. Ms Hentz, representing Qanatain Xopsaloff, added that the First Bank of Denon would be happy to act on behalf of the CAD.

“If I may, I believe I can be of service in this regard,” Tithe replied, sitting up in his chair. “The banks of Aargau have a long history of, cooperation with the financiers of Denon.” While he may not have had much to do with the members of the DireX, he was very familiar with their ACV currency through his involvement with the IGBC and the Sith-Imperial Banking Clan.

“We can settle an interim exchange rate based on inflation, interest rates, and comparative economic conditions posthaste.“ Electrum, which underpinned the GSC and provided its standability, could easily be converted based on the Denon spot price. “From there, we can develop a board of exchequers to steer fiscal policy going forward, based on an accord between both members.” His eyes darted momentarily to the Chancellor, trying to gauge her reaction to the proposal.

 

[Kadora'Tra]

Boardroom
GA Tags: Adhira Chandra Reginald Orian Urban Dreyson Auteme Donavon Arturo Faith Organa Aerarii Tithe
CAD Tags: Darkwire Prophet Darkwire Maestro Gemma Hentz
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"Come now DireX Manfloon. You better than anyone should know that you only move on from a project when it has given you every last credit. I'm simply taking advantage of an opportunity you left behind."

"There is rarely opportunity to profit from an empty mine. You should be grateful I was gracious enough to allow its sale to you, and I should be grateful for every last credit you awarded me out of a worthless property. Now, compose yourself, there is real business to be done." Diviak jabbed at his DireX rival as the Chancellor of the alliance entered the room, followed eventually by Marlene Starlight.

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Spoiler: Treaty of Commerce, Amity, and Navigation

Terms (IC):

• The CAD will immediately cede full governmental oversight and control of the planet Frego to the Galactic Alliance.
• The CAD will have full access to the portions of the Hydrian Way and Corellian Trade Spine that are under the control of the Galactic Alliance.​
• The CAD and Alliance will have free movement between territorial space.​
• The CAD and the Alliance will enter into a formal trade agreement, which includes a provision that the Alliance will give preferential trade to the CAD when buying military tech, intelligence tech, etc from external sources.​
• The CAD and Alliance agree to allow the sharing of technology through trade.​

Terms (OOC):

• The CAD and Alliance agree to cooperate in RP opportunities to strengthen faction bonds.
• The terms of this treaty were agreed to by both FOs and can only be dissolved with the agreement of both FOs or if there is a violation of the treaty or act of hostility.

"I think it should be noted, Chancellor, that businesses on Frego and Iphigin as well, should be allowed to continue to operate as they have been. Of course, they will now have to operate under the auspices of Galactic Alliance's economic bearing." Sun paused for a moment. "Which would mean that we would also need to set up a proper exchange rate, but making it clear that our economies are still... intrinsically independent." She put exactly as much haughtiness into the last two words as were implied. She didn't need much. After all, this alliance simply meant that there was another form of competition for business to thrive. And that was perfect for Sun. And for the Corporate Authorities.

“I can assist with the rates – the First Bank of Denon will connect with your financial institutions to ensure a seamless exchange for our people.”

“If I may, I believe I can be of service in this regard,” Tithe replied, sitting up in his chair. “The banks of Aargau have a long history of, cooperation with the financiers of Denon.”

“We can settle an interim exchange rate based on inflation, interest rates, and comparative economic conditions posthaste.“ Electrum, which underpinned the GSC and provided its standability, could easily be converted based on the Denon spot price. “From there, we can develop a board of exchequers to steer fiscal policy going forward, based on an accord between both members.”
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CorpSec Captain Kadora'Tra of Diviak Manfloon's personal task force was a young woman hardly befitting the title and responsibility she wore if not for voracious ambition to survive, but also formerly uneducated in most cases. Talk of exchange rates and treaties weren't her forte but also something she was entirely unfamiliar with. After all, it wasn't unusual for her to sit in on meetings Manfloon has with his Mining Union regarding land rights on primitive exploitable worlds. She was sure her boss was going to act little different with the Galactic Alliance even if they presented a stronger more unified front than any previous meetings she was aware of.

Still, this talk of business as usual, cession of government regulation to foreign power, currency exchange rates, preferential trade deals, and free movement between borders sounded an awful like posturing without any significant change to what happened on Frego and the surrounding territory. The CAD would still profit from the territory, even expand into new untapped territory in Alliance space, simply without the auspices of being the be all and end all they enjoyed on Denon and the other worlds they had come to collect into their fold. However, despite most of this being above her pay grade, there was one topic of discussion she had become an expert at (or at least seemed to think so), that was missing from the current political maneuvering.

"The Mining Union, in addition to the free movement and preferential trade agreement, would like a guarantee that opportunities will be awarded to us for corporate access to the acquisition of rare materials within approved Alliance territory. Unclaimed asteroids, uninhabited systems, and any inhabited systems that they would allow on a case by case basis. If such access were to be granted, the Mining Union can provide its own escorts so as to not put a strain on Alliance Federal Resources." Diviak Manfloon made his interests known for treaty amendment, before she could speak, but once he she mustered the courage to make an ask of her own.

"If I may," She petitioned the room in as strong a voice as she could muster in a room of titans, "As a Security Advisor to Diviak Manloon," She said promoting herself, "I can't help but notice that there is no agreed upon extradition clause within the agreed treaty. Given the nature of our first meeting, Chancellor, I think it would be mutually beneficial to allow the transfer of fugitives found in our territories to be transported to the respective authorities." She glanced once again at Diviak Manfloon, to ensure that once again, she did not over step her bounds.

Still his face was as sullen but neutral as it always had been, but somehow that did not entirely alleviate her nervousness as it had before. She expected some kind of reaction, but he was being unnervingly unaffected by her performance.