I Will Make it Legal [Trade Federation & Mandalorians]

[Darth Vulcanus]

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A set of fiery orange eyes rested longingly on the orbiting green and blue jewel - the first of many that would adorn the Trade Federation crown. The Mandalore System had been ravished time and again over its long, tumultuous history and the Viceroy assumed that must have been especially devastating for their people. So devastating, in fact, that their trade infrastructure was in lip wetting disarray.

And soon, he would be sitting across from a collection of business illiterates - gently steering them down a path that ended at bottom of Cato Neimodia's glittering throne. He trembled at the thought, but it wasn't all in anticipation. Fear was the driving force behind the shivers rippling his wrinkled, green skin. The Mandalorians were infamous for their brutality in warfare.

Prax himself had already bared witness to their ruthless lethality in the form of mercenary work done for the Juun Hive. Those many years of contract employment had shown the Neimoidian the true potential of the Mandalorians.

"Viceroy" Prax's breath caught in his throat, mind torn from his thoughts and his head snapping over his shoulder.

The Neimodian servant behind him nearly jumped from her skin, her eyes going wide at the startled look on her master's face. Fumbling her hands into her grey robes, she rapidly bowed at the waist in a series of apologetic gestures,

"I apologize, your Excellency! I should have approached more respectfully!" the static grind of the creature's voice was nearly overshadowed by the mechanical whine of her breath mask as it struggled to keep up with her underdeveloped lungs

"As well you should have! I should have you sent back to the hive, use you as motivation for the slaves!" The servant recoiled into herself, neck shrinking into her torso like the amphibian slime she resembled,

"Please, Viceroy," she pleaded, head bowed to the threat of leaving her as a cannibalistic reward for the best performing servants of the Trade Federation, "I only wished to be expedient in my report! The landing craft is prepared and our envoys await your arrival."

The Viceroy narrowed his eyes, contemplating whether or not to take his fear-turned-anger out on the impudent fool. Blinking in resignation, he decided better of it. "Fine, I will allow this disgrace only once. Remember this mercy I have allowed you."

With a flourish of elegant red robes, he marched for the shuttle that would deliver him to Mandalore's surface. This was the first of what he hoped would be many prosperous - and bloodless -meetings.

 

[Yasha Cadera]

Mand’alor the Infernal was much fatigued by elegant economigentsia puttering toward her Empire and assuming the Alore left Manda’yaim a backwater marketplace of bumpkins and broken goods. Her economic record far usurped her military campaigns, for the Infernal took first to repairing the planet, and securing trade reopening than to the arts of war. While some die-hard pugilists thought her policy of rebuilding was a faulty start, not enough bloodshed, the young Infernal took the lessons of grief the civil war taught and began with the shaken foundations of the beloved Mandalorian spiritual centre and homeworld.

Today’s meeting with this…. Viceroy [member="Juun Prax"] took place not in the harbour of a broken collection of huts cobbled together with shoestrings and a prayer, but the upper level of the Sundari Palace overlooking the Mand’alor’s home city of Sundari.

All was prepared for the delegate, with produce and local fauna for a respectable reception alongside a well stocked sideboard of liquors from across the Galaxy. Spoils of raids.

Dressed in her armour, grey armour weave cape bearing the heraldry of her Clan, the Infernal awaited the delegation.

“Assure he arrives in comfort. See him up without pause. We will hear him out, eh [member="Cassiopeia Australis"]?” Already the CEO’s of Mandalorian companies began to arrive, with one noticeable exception.

[member="Gray Raxis"] was not expected to arrive. A pang shoved deep in Yasha’s ribcage. Once this was over, she could return to Concordia and check on her newly widowed adopted father and her twin siblings. If Gray decided to show, it would be a miracle. The rest of the business owners of note would arrive eventually. Some more expedient than others, distances travelled being what they may.

For now, the Infernal stood with her hands clasped behind her, searching the Sundari skyline.

[member="Zeke Farthen"] [member="Yobo of Clan Australis"] [member="Fiolette Yvarro"] [member="Alkor Centaris"]