I See a Blood Moon Rising [Mandalorian Dominion of Gromas]

[Arrbi Betna]

[member="Anija Ordo"]

Betna listened to the men gripe and groan and posture. They were concerned about profit margins and credits, something that Betna placed below protecting his home. Sure, credits could buy protection, but when your only goal was money, then you had some issues to work out.

As Anija shifted the datapad over to the representatives, he pulled his revolver from its holster on his thigh.

"Without that sale, the Mandalorian Protectors will be forced to view your operations as a potential threat area. In such an event," he let the revolver thud onto the table top, the weapon's weight obvious as well as ominous. "We will need to be a constant presence at all times within and without your facilities. Martial law, as it were, in order to protect our people in this system and to prevent our enemies from infiltrating Mandalorian space."

 

[Muad Dib]

Muad stood behind Anija and Arrbi listening and watching as the haggle for more money continued. He figured it would work out for all involved if he slit ones throat and pulled the tongue through and let the other two see what boring a mad man by constant 'discussions' would do. But, alas, as he was not a diplomatic negotiator nor inclined to listen to pompous imbeciles whose self worth was so great that if Muad could buy them for what they were worth and sell them for what they 'thought' they were worth he could buy a moon, he would just watch.

But after several hours and a fair offer Arrbi looked like he had enough and placed his pistol on the table and shared a few of his own words. So Muad slid his lightsaber hilt out from it's sheath and reached forward to lay it on the table next to Betna's pistol.

"You could taker her offer ... or you can take ours. And ours goes into effect immediately. And you three look like you might be less then savory citizens and might need a cavity search from the lit end of my lightsaber to ensure you aren't hiding something lethal on, or in, your persons."

Muad grinned.

[member="Arrbi Betna"] [member="Anija Ordo"]

 

[Azrael]

In the act of attempting to juggle the combination of ships that Mandal Hypernautics had brought to the party, and the wealth of moons that were being overtaken - Azrael was still putting together some last minute changes to his cataloged interest of the Mohc company. Currently he was aware of the dealings that the Mandalorians had with those that were investors in the company -- not to mention the one who started all of this. While he had no direct dealings with Rave, he'd been a longtime fan of her work, and the products that she produced through AEL (two of them he currently owned). What he hoped to gain from this was another one of those plots of galactic territory that would increase not only revenue, but dictate a stronghold on another of those rare lightsaber resistant materials. Their dealings with the Sith had taught him how much Phrik could protect and help in the thick of battle against even Mandalorian countermeasures. While the Blood Moon already had a solid grasp on that moon's phrikite veins, it wasn't a tapped out resource. What he suspected however is that with the mining equipment that Larraq had brought in, they'd find other deposits of the material. Most likely not as large of a vein, but certainly something they could use in future projects. Detailed reports were coming back as he requested, filling up various holo-screens from the emitter matrix aboard the Bison's command station.

:: Captain - while the Protectors broker the deal with the settlements on their moon, please start the excavation process to search for untapped mines in the area. :: Azrael sent a wave to [member="Captain Larraq"] to start the process in securing anything they found into the Mandalorian hands before shifting his attention towards the communication array. He wanted this to be diplomatic, but he also wanted it to mean something when he approached the Blood Moon. So far they had not hailed Mohc and was refraining from doing so while the work was going on through the other thirty one moons orbiting the gas giant. With most of the surface of the perimeter moons established and some bargaining going on with the Protectors, things were shaping up to start the process of brokering a deal. A communication missive was dispatched and sent via an encrypted Mandalorian channel to the offices of Mohc and affiliates informing them of a pending arrival.

::Transmission Start::

Greetings from the United Mandalorian Clans

This is Lord Mandalore, Azrael of clan Skirata. Expansion is underway in Gromas territory - we have started the process of establishing orbital command posts, and dry docks on many of the outlying moons of the Gromas system. As of yet our forces are non-combative as we have no need to wrestle this system from the hands of any. Mohc excavations is on our radar for your efforts in mining of Phrikite. This is a request of an audience with the shareholders to meet and discuss terms now that this system will fall into the jurisdiction of the Mandalorians. Please respond with available coordinates for rendezvous.

::Transmission End::


[member="Danger Arceneau"]

 

[Danger Arceneau]

MOHC EXTRACTIVES HEADQUARTERS
GROMAS SYSTEM
BLOOD MOON - GROMAS 16
Darth Odium @Dissero [member="Ayden Cater"] [member="Azrael"]


Just then came the following incoming message.




::Transmission Start::

Greetings from the United Mandalorian Clans

This is Lord Mandalore, Azrael of clan Skirata. Expansion is underway in Gromas territory - we have started the process of establishing orbital command posts, and dry docks on many of the outlying moons of the Gromas system. As of yet our forces are non-combative as we have no need to wrestle this system from the hands of any. Mohc excavations is on our radar for your efforts in mining of Phrikite. This is a request of an audience with the shareholders to meet and discuss terms now that this system will fall into the jurisdiction of the Mandalorians. Please respond with available coordinates for rendezvous.

::Transmission End::


Danger's lips would purse lightly. Darth Odium and Mrrew had taken her offer, leaving her alone for the present time beyond the hundreds of Mohc workers and droids that served Gromas 16 compound.

Her voice would drawl over the current open comm transmission to the agent. [ So it begins, Mr. Kep. The Mandalorians are seeking an audience. ]

Her fingers would strum a beat upon the polished wooden table.

[ Will you be in attendance?]

Meanwhile, she was wondering just when [member="Ayden Cater"] would so deem to make an appearance or at the very least, a call in regards to her summons over the board meeting.

She'd be multitasking none the less, having Alisha'ven direct a response to the Mandalorians.

 

[Alisha'ven]

MOHC EXTRACTIVES HEADQUARTERS
GROMAS SYSTEM
BLOOD MOON - GROMAS 16
@Dissero @Azrael

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::: Start Transmission :::

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Good evening, Lord Mandalore. I be Alisha'ven, overseer of the Southern Systems Business Bazaar and representative of Arceneau Trade. You came at a good time, Miz Arceneau is here to make your acquaintance, being a stock holder of Mohc Extractives herself.

Ya'll are free to dock at the station, sending you clearance codes now. I'll be waiting for our meet and greet there.

::: End Transmission :::

 

[Ginnie Dib]

[member="Rianna be Ar'klim"] was a much more inquisitive woman than her daughter. While the idea of going exploring had popped into Ginnie's head once or twice, she'd always scurried back from the lane on her hoverbike and asked if her Mama had anything she needed help doing. But when it came to helping her mother discover who was out there?

Well! Ginnie was right by her side, blaster carbine at the ready. "Coming Mama. . . They're moving around. i can hear it. . . they sound big as a person."

No matter who or what it was, Ginnie would defend her buir.

 

[Strider Garon]

Location: The Bison, Hangar five
Objective: Still on standby

The old mandalorian kept puffing away at his cigar watching the younger commandos die of boredom. These boys and gals were the cream of the crop, the best the Mandalorians had to offer. But it was still amusing how such a stagnet state frakked with ones mind and nervs. They were all dressed up and to place to go. Which in reality was good thing. A boring day mean that they all were going home alive and in one peace. A non boring day would be a day were balls to the wall and body bags were being filled.

"Keep easy lads!" Strider calmly hissed at the elite squad, as he casually worked on his cigar.

 

[Charlyn Nairne]

She hadn't done much slicing lately as that always ended her up in trouble when she did. Chloe in her stated wasn't willing to take such a chance so instead she stuck to baby planning. The woman was more than happy to dust off the old datapad and begin slicing away at the request of her husband.

Normally she didn't need protection but right now she really needed it. Chloe walked as fast as a penguin did right now. A few clicks of the datapad she began slicing through the different firewalls of the town. "I don't exactly want to end up in the middle of a fight. That could end up really bad." Chloe could get shot or worse give birth on a battlefield.

 

[Rianna Organa]

[member="Ginnie Ordo"]

Big, Rianna put her hand on her lightsaber, she would protect Ginnie but what was it they were walking towards. Rianna stretched her senses out feeling the force as it curled and connected them to what lay ahead, what are you she questioned.

Rianna narrowed her gaze, come closer she thought.

She looked at Ginnie, ever prepared and smiled. [member="Ordo"] would be so proud of her.

 

[Ginnie Dib]

Ginnie tilted her head and a waft of dark energies poured from [member="Rianna be Ar'klim"] s little girl. Three seconds later, Wembley's growling voice burst from the ground cover and a short scream gurgled to nothing. Wembley hustled out of the undergrowth with the neck of a Gromas' native between his jaws. The Gromas native's hand instinctively clung to the blaster pistol in his hand, his body spastically jerking as Wembley crunched down. Ginnie moved without pause.

She burst into the front, hand up and a circuit of fire burst from her crushgaunt. Ginnie used the burst of flame to construct a wall of fire. Her teeth grit under her buy'ce, Ginnie poured into the sheer amount of anger she felt to be stared down to, to see what people thought of her Daddy [member="Ordo"] to feel the reproach of Field Marshal Mantis, to be deafened by the loss of her mother and incensed by being small.

Ginnie poured all of it into the barricade of flame as voices began to yell and scream and Gromas natives began to run out of the bush. "Don't move. Put your guns down. Now."

 

[Doctor Azure]

Thryk was feeling a bit bored. Here he was, with his gear all set up, and his ship ready to shoot something, but he had nothing to do really. He was just sitting here in the atmosphere, listening to all the vode talk about terms and conditions and money. He loved money, but that kind of money was from talking, and talking, and talking.

His thoughts were interrupted as he saw two small figures facing a small crowd, one leaping between the people in the crowd, and the other pouring fire over the ground. Thryk shouted, "Oya!" and finally landed on the ground a few meters behind the small figure, stepping off the ship, and donning his helmet.

He looked over at the person, who appeared to be a girl in Mandalorian armor. Awesome. She was pouring fire from her crushgaunt, and Thryk just watched, impressed. But the way she was going, the fire would burn away everything if it spread. He heard her shout something about weapons, and he shook his head, resigning himself to watch the girl burn everything.

[member="Ginnie Ordo"]

 

[Ginnie Dib]

The fire obeyed its keeper. Much to [member="Thryykarr"] s possible surprise, the fire pouring from Ginnie's crush gaunt came not from the gaunt itself (although it had begun there) but her fingers and hand. The fire had created a wall, and burned wickedly in the confined space the girl's imagination had set it.

She looked up to the sky, back to the Gromas natives behind the wall of flame. "You got ten seconds before I burn you all into Gromie Crispies. Put your weapons down hands on your heads and walk toward my Mom."

The wall grew, bending slightly as Ginnie pulled it from a straight line into a shallow crescent. "Ain't nobody gonna save you unless you listen good."

 

[Alisha'ven]

Meanwhile~~

Things would continue to go underway around this particular Mohc Extractives branch. While they were not gearing for battle, they were checking that everything including their defenses was good to go.

Alisha'ven, would coordinate with contract ATC mercenaries, Mara TibX and Fuels surveyors, and Browncoat Arms & Industrial. Things were underway to move ATC further into the mining industry, utilizing Mohc's and Mara TibX's expertise to start charting neutral worlds for various ores.

From the Moross territories to Etti IV, Danger was getting as much information as she could. Knowledge was power, and in this she could make a profit.

 

[Micah Talith]

The Trandoshan named Sue would be working along ATC and Mohc Extractives for security. Although he'd say this was beneath him. He was a hunter for the glory of the Scorekeeper.

Perhaps an opportunity would arise in the form of a hunt.

Either way, he'd be working alongside security forces within the vast hanger bay awaiting visitors.

 

[Deagan Hunt]

Outer Rim Territories
Auril sector
Bak'rofsen system
Bal'demnic
The Valkyrie

"Say what you want to say mate, Red might be a firecracker but at the very least she's good on pay." Deagan would drawl out over to Sam, his Sullustan co-pilot that was more of an ornery father figure than anything else. The Zeltron would give a wry grin at the Sullustan's commentary about Deagan being focused on other matters than the contract he signed with Mohc Extractives and Mara TibX and Fuels.

"What can I say? Just mighty appreciative of the sights." he'd say with jovial banter. Sam would argue otherwise, he had his own ornery wife to bring the Rodian bread and butter to.

They would break atmo on Bal'demnic soon enough, paid a mighty handsome feet to serve as a guide for the surveyors and taxi service.

Pretty easy gig if one asked him. 'sides, got him free and clear from the womenfolk.

 

[Ezekiel Dashiell]

There was nothing like Nyriaanan culture that could quite come up with the type of weapons Taneith's would make. Well less make and more use and update the old to a grand functional new.

The phrik mines of Mohc Extractives would allow the woman to study new forms of weaponry for Browncoat Arms and Industrial. It was a rather hardy material, rumor had it one box of phrik managed to survive some orbital bombing blast. Rumor, but that was the type of rumor that would sell things.

She was holed up with Mohc Extractive scientists and Browncoat Arms engineers. It wasn't just arms they were looking into, but more functional items as well.

Either way, should be a good way to earn a steady paycheck.

 

[Danger Arceneau]

Meanwhile, Danger would continue her conversation with [member="Dissero"]'s representative. They would make plans and contingency plans. After a few minutes of chatter, Danger was pretty comfortable in her options.

Now all that was required was to play her part.

She'd call her assistants, having them clean the boardroom and bring out fresh fruit (expensive) and restock the bar with liquor from her own ship.

This place needed some perking up. Beeps would come to her datapad to inform her of the current production of the phrik mining, making a note to utilize a portion of it for a new venture.

Planning. Lots and lots of planning.

 

[Ezekiel Dashiell]

One of the items Taneith had been tasked to do is design new cargo containers for a ship that ATC had won at auction. Thankfully, things were made a bit easier by an earlier survey of the schematics.

Now these cargo containers would have to suit a variety of needs. Long term and long distance. Anything with perishables. Or even high security items.

Different stroke for different folks. Perhaps she could even use the phrik on a couple of containers for specific shipping operations.

It was a thought.

 

[Alisha'ven]

Alisha'ven would continue to scan her datapad for incoming information. Talk about explosive expansion. Browncoat Arms & Industrial along with Haven Shipyards were quickly picking up speed. With ATC backing their ventures and connecting them to their network of contracts, things were starting to move.

And move quickly.

Already motions were sent to ACA, Moross Crusade, and Black Sun. Two sections were solely tasked with the exploration of new and undiscovered worlds -- from the farthest of satellite galaxies to the dangers of Otherspace.

Hana station was steadily becoming a massive boon in producing materials, and with the sources found and brought back from Otherspace, things were only going to get more interesting.

 

[Mirax]

Arceneau Trade Company
Browncoat Arms & Industrial
The Wheel


Well, credits were credits, and for the Felacatian salvager there was profit to be made working for ATC. Word had gone out that they were hiring ambitious salvagers and miners for a high risk expedition. They'd supply the ship, the tools, and heck room and board.

She just had to sign a waiver and a non disclosure agreement.

Huh. Well, this will be interesting, she'd muse to herself as she'd step into the office to sign up.