House Thul rebuilds (ask)

[Triter Zone]

[member="Elaine Thul"]
[member="Echo Emerald"]
[member="James Justice"]
[member="Gray Raxis"]
[member="stardust"]
[member="Aveira Dax"]
[member="Jagen Wren"]
[member="Dresden Verbrennung"]

Triter Zone had smirked at James' reply, nodding to himself. His friend was fully capable of training a Galaxy-class militia, he knew, but it was obvious that he wanted the young Amaran's touch.
He supposed he should be flattered, and he was.
Within a few minutes, the space pirate hand landed two shuttlefuls of his best personal marines. They were not, by most standards, the most professional-looking soldiers; their uniforms matched only vaguely, every member seeming to have taken the design as more of a suggestion than a rule, and custom-made their own clothes and kit. They lounged about near the shuttles, in a manner which would have set any drill sergeant into fits of rage.
As Triter stepped out before them, however, they quickly rose, without prompting and came to attention.
Triter grinned, and then turned to the mob of locals behind him who had been assembled.
"Good people of Alderaan, I am Triter Zone, Trierarch of the Empire of the Line, and close ally to Justice Shipping, on whose invitation my ship and my crew have come to visit your beautiful world. Now, in order to protect this world, I have been tasked with training all of you to do so."
He gestured to his marines.
"These are my best troops. They are going to teach you everything they know, and then I am going to teach you the rest. They may look shabby, but that isn't important. What matters is that they can fight, and by the end of the day, so too will you."
He turned back to his troops.
"Voidsman DeLarr! Tell these good people what they're in for, if you please."
Triter stepped back as a Cantrosian, even smaller than himself, stepped forward and planted hands on hips.
"Alright, folks, listen up!"

 

[RC 212]

[member="Elaine Thul"] [member="Dresden Verbrennung"]

While kid soldiers and naughty Twi'leks were at play Jack was all business. As Dresden approached he extended his hand, giving the man firm shake and then opened his arms motiong to the both of them. The supplies were already being offloaded, along with several crates of diruptor rifles. How Jack got his hands on those was amystery, but it had something to do with some strippers, a couple hutts and a run to Nar Shadda.

Rough stuff.

"Well my apologies Lady Thul. Mister Verbrennung. May I call you Mr.V? That's a long name mate. Anyhow I have aproposal for you. i'm aware that the royal houses are seeking to break Republic ties. I myself can offer my services as Privateer under letters of Marque. I can pledge some support to the Naval assets, and possibly at the request of [member="Jagen Wren"] over there, we can contract a few vessels and weapons your way"

It was rather informal, but he liked to cut to the chase.

"Not to worry on the Privateer front. I realize nobles might want to keep their distance. Just understand my work is discreet and reliable. Any shipping lanes you need cutt off, blockaded whatever, I can handle it. With a soft step."

 

[Dresden Verbrennung]

Dresden regarded the man warily. Privateer was the fancy word for a pirate with government writ. But then again, mercenary just a fancy word for a brigand with a contract, and he'd been a mercenary all his life.

"Call me Dresden. Freakin' hate my last name anyway. I've been a noble for all of about a month and a half now, so I haven't quite gotten a handle on to what's supposed to offend my now delicate sensibilities. Can't say anything definitive at the moment, but we should definitely talk later."

He handed the man his business card, an actual business card, if you could believe it.

Dresden Verbennung, House Antilles​

Lord General of Royal Alderaanian Military​

Galactic Combat Engineers Union Member​

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On the back was a comm code where he could be reached.

With that out of the way, he turned to Lady Thul.

"I'll leave Major Wright behind to advise you on anything you need."

Major Wright stepped forward. He was short, with a build that suggested he spent an awful lot of time on a weight bench off of work. It was rumored he could bench press 300 kilograms, but Dresden would believe it when he saw it.

"It's been a pleasure meeting you, but alas, duty calls. Best of luck rebuilding."

[member="Jack Raxis"]
[member="Elaine Thul"]

 

[Elaine Thul]

[member="Jack Raxis"] [member="Dresden Verbrennung"] [member="James Justice"]

Major Wright would you be a dear and keep me informed of the progress? She asked in almost away if he said no, he would wound her honour and would have to be struck down by himself. She ten looked at other two James and Jack, and told them. Upon completion of the task, and everything works, you shall be paid. Also you hand over al blue prints of this fort to me, no copies under stood. Know I am sure you may find minerals, as you mine the ground for the underground factory ware house and bunkers. You my take any ore you find, and deduct it from my bill, are my terms agreeable? If they said yes, she would leave them to it, and only visit every so often just to check on progress personally.
Oh and as for privateering, I suggest you speak to house organa as they are in charge of foreign affairs. She was not interested in it, especially if drew the sith closer to alderaan to stop it. That was a fate she would not let happen to alderaan again.

 

[James Justice]

James looked over the details and heard the plan, taking a few moments to think it over. At least, that is what the writer is going to say since @Mention wasn't loving him right now. He took a datacard from his pocket and tossed it on the table, "Me own personal design. I use it on me hangers for the ships I got. Ye can use it. Trust me, I ain't copying it over to anyone else."

He looked t [member="Jagen Wren"] as he came in an patted the guy on the sweaty shoulder--only to wipe it off on his chest, "This fella can be over the dig. I got a friend named [member="Triter Zone"] already training ye militia. Me two associates [member="Stardust"] and [member="Gray Raxis"] have already prepared the landscape for bunkers and re-enforcement," James pulled a second data card out of his jacket pocket and plugged it into the data teriminal, a weapons defense overlay came up. A series of flack guns were shown in positions that would be hidden far from the sight of the common look. These were able to provide anti-bombing and anti-fighter defense. A few heavy blaster cannons were hidden among statues and groves that were strong enough to provide surface to space defense. A few additional buildings were seen on the landscape that would provide both storage and coverage, "This be a design ye can use. I took the liberty of planning ahead."

[member="Elaine Thul"] [member="Dresden Verbrennung"] [member="Jack Raxis"]