Into the Devil's Lair | CIS Viceroyalty

[Cameron Centurion]

No. The inflection of warning in [member="Naedira Darcrath"]'s voice certainly hadn't mattered in the slightest.

Even as the much smaller woman settled herself into his lap, the smirk that had adorned the Viceroy's lips remained. While she was busy making herself comfortable, Aiden's thoughts were not on anyone else in the chamber apart from them. In keeping with that, the Sith Lord spent a fair amount of initial focus keeping his very body from responding to the desire that surged through his body constantly when he was around Nae.

Then. Naedira settled her body firmly within the nook provided by his much larger body. As she leaned her head back to whisper into his ear, the hand that was intertwined with her own squeezed lightly and involuntarily. The Viceroy's free hand snaked around the woman's armored waist as he turned his head just in time for long strands of hair to fall away. The hair of his long bear tickled the side of her face lightly as his lips rested just against the lobe of her ear.

Before Aiden said anything, he allowed the smell of her freshly washed hair to waft through his nostrils and gave the bit of flesh a gentle nip. When he finally did reply in both basic and into the Knight's mind, Aiden's presence expanded just enough to infuse her body, interacting with her own presence in all the ways that their physical bodies could not...for now.

"Don't start something you can't finish...my love."
Don't start something you can't finish...my love.

Aiden almost missed the entire start of [member="Darth Metus"]' oration due to the Viceroy's ears actually hearing the use of a certain l-word. Yes. It could have been used in a casual sense as many in the galaxy were prone to do. Yet if one thing was certain, it was the fact that Aiden...was not many people.

The Vicelord's call for support and united strength provided a convenient, momentary distraction. With seemingly zero effort, Aiden lifted Naedira out of his lap and allowed her to stand on her own feet. Half a second later, the large Sith stood beside her before stepping up to the console in his booth that would enable him to address the masses.

Following a soft key-stroke to activate the system, Aiden's bright gaze held only the Vicelord's gaze for the length of time it took for the Viceroy to address the man that he knew was technically a distant Uncle. The information had been relayed to Aiden by his younger half-brother Caid. Caid on the other hand was much, much closer to their adopted relations...given Caid's mother was one of Petra's many children. Similar to their half-sister Gemma - whom was born of Cameron and an entirely different daughter of Petra. Her first daughter.

"Stewjon will answer this call to arms." A brief pause. "I will stand beside you on the field of battle."

That was it. Simple. Aiden had heard the call to war, and the shockingly blank expression that adorned Aiden's lips conveyed several things. The thought of martial contest was neither exciting nor disconcerting to the Sith Lord. Conflict and battle were ways of life. The Warrior was content to engage in that which he had been created and trained to do for...centuries.

Taking a step back, Aiden returned to his seat, silver-green gaze turned to Naedira. In no time flat, the smirk returned as the Viceroy extended the alluring woman his hand once more. There would be no further disturbance to the comfort of her seat until the conclusion of the assembly.

 

[Srina Talon]

[ G E O N O S I S ]​

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The Citadel​

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The minuscule moment of physical contact with her Master helped to settle her mind. It had been a mere brush of fingers, nothing ostentatious, but she also tried to provide confidence for the speech that would soon come. He knew how to address his people. She had faith in him. But, this was a difficult topic. War should never be taken lightly, however, it should also never be ignored.

When Adron came to sit beside her, as he should, the glacier creature offered a delicate smile. It was pale with the fragility of spun glass, however, it was real. It wasn’t forced. The ivory creature reached over the low divider for his hand and wrapped it up neatly in her own. Whilst Adron might have had some troubles due to their closeness on Thaere Privo the Echani hadn’t thought anything of it. They could hardly be blamed for their actions under a love spell, although, she did have some critiquing to do when they were not currently bound by the call of war. “Where have you been?”

Her question was plain. Two fold. Firstly, she missed him. Secondly, she was clearly accusing him of making offspring with the Minister of Commerce. If ever there was a time she could not find the handsome former Imperial, she definitely, knew which beds to check. When he mentioned that this time they’d be working together she gifted him another gentle expression. “It’s almost a shame.”

“There’s no one else I’d rather stab in the back.”

Only the fact that she still held his hand would give away the fact that she was feeling anxious. As an Echani, she never, ever turned away from a fight. It was in her blood. But, so were these people. Every male, female, and droid within their nation had become something that she lived to caretake. How could she not? Even if they were occasionally some of the slowest learners she’d come across, thankfully, they did tend to learn. It just required patience.

The silver eyes beauty turned her gaze unflinchingly to [member="Darth Metus"]. The commentary of Adron always left her feeling more at ease. “A challenge? You must be confused—We both know you lost.”

Her lips would remain curved. She was teasing, however, her tone was blank and barren as a fresh snowfall.

Srina remained quiet after that, just watching, waiting whilst the other members of the Viceroyalty arrived. She was pleased to see [member="Tellu Talon"], even if, she was only a hologram. There was a peculiar situation that made her raise a brow but the Exarch was far from perfect. Mostly, she assumed that [member="Naedira Darcrath"] had injured her legs, and that [member="Aiden"] was offering her a comfortable place to sit in lieu of a double pod. But, why was she here? Knights generally protected them…The white-haired woman narrowed her eyes, however, ultimately ignored it.

Eventually, the summit began. When the Vicelord ran through the details that they had gone over before his words were powerful, as they always were, but she could really feel it this time. Deep in her bones. After [member="Aiden"] spoke, casting in his lot for war, the ethereal Apprentice also added her say. “Exarch Malvern and I…We will go to war. We will fight.”, she intoned, almost sweet, before she returned to silence so that Adron could add any notes he wished to.

Perhaps, she did not speak for him, but in this, they were of one mind. Srina knew it, as did Adron. It only made sense to present a unified front.

[member="Vyra Silara"] | [member="Allya Vi'Dreya"], [member="Chikako Liona"],[member="Darth Metus"], [member="Alessandra Creed"], [member="Adron Malvern"], [member="Khonsu Amon"], [member="Koda Fett"], [member="Aiden"], [member="Antoine Rhys"], [member="Rashae"], [member="Kip Ridel"], [member="Artemys Hunter"], [member="Archim Calixis"], [member="Tellu Talon"], [member="Zeke Tune"]

 

[Rashae]

While she was going over reports and responding to messages over various projects through out the confederacy, the Minister of Science large ignored the rest while waiting for Darth Metus to give them the reason for this emergency meeting. She didnt know any of the viceroys really and honestly didnt know the other ministers. The hazard of a scientist is they prefer their projects over people more often than not. Still the ministry is as much a political position as it is a functioning administrative position.

When Exarch Talon came into view she would look up and give her a polite incline of her head. The other Exarch would meet ice blue eyes that lead to an equally icy personality. Darth Metus perhaps would not warrant so much of a cold shoulder. She greatly respected that man. Doctor Lovous would set the datapad down and look at the Vicelord as he spoke. He spoke with passion and a lot of anger and rage into each word. There was a long inhale of breath and exhale of breath. War meant the need for medical and support. It meant science needed to produce feats of destruction. Rashae would focus on the duties of her ministry and not war exactly. Its not that she is afraid to fight. That was not it at all. Many have found the difficult woman anger to be quite an ordeal if not frightening. You dont piss off someone who knows the body inside and out as well as knows details in the genome of several species. One may find their penus being surrounded by spikey thorns.

There was the slow exhale of air as she formed her words as she stood gracefully and looked Darth Metus in the eyes in that fearless way of hers. “The Ministry of Science is ready to go to war, Vicelord.” She said in her clear velvet voice. She would pick up her datapad and start making lists. She would put them into orders later.


[member="Darth Metus"] -- [member="Srina Talon"] -- [member="Adron Malvern"]

 

[Zeke Tune]

Zeke leans down and whispers to Viceroy Flexian. The heavy set man listens for a bit, then just nods. Finally, the Viceroy stands up, and takes the floor. “Melida/Daan know better than any, that sacrifices for the greater good are needed for the galaxy to become a safer, more stable place. I do not make this choice lightly, and my heart goes out to all our forces and people. However, we cannot stand by and allow another Empire to enter the fray, that could potentially change the balance of power. Peace is fragile enough, without an upstart new comer with something to prove. We squash it here and now.”

Taking a deep breath the man continued. “Democracy is the true legacy of the CIS, and what the galaxy needs more than anything. Freedom. And there is currently no greater one than ours. It is now our sacred duty to uphold it, as best we can. War will not be easy, it will not be fair, but it must be done. Melida/Daan stands with you, Vice Lord. We vote to go to war.”

The man rests back into his chair, and dabs the sweat from his face. Zeke smiles brilliantly. Oh war would be beautiful, the art he could make from this would be astounding.

 

[Chikako Liona]

It seemed to take forever for the talks to start, around the conference center old friends and many more people congregating talking before taking their seats. Perhaps she had rushed things too much, it would have been nice to talk with some other members of the Viceroy before things started but she was seated now and Metus had finally decided to approach the podium to discuss the aspect of war. Well discuss was a very lenient term, he more sounded with enthusiasm for fight, holding station like a war lord wanting to sound the drums of war and less of a governmental official presiding over a huge Glalatic Power.

Even with Metu's more or shouting rant she had to agree, as it stood the Sith Empire and First Order were already large and ever growing threats and though the New Republic was coming along certain aspects made things difficult. They were taking things slow, not wanting to come off and authoritative, convincing people and worlds to join instead of using force, a nice aspect but in this galactic landscape but putting them at a disadvantage. Unlike them the First Order, Sith Empire and this new Galactic power would not be lenient and would more or less annex and force the nearby planets to submit to their will.

While pondering a speech it seemed Flexian ([member="Zeke Tune"]) would take up first words, it was quite the speech, she herself not really expecting him the pull the 'democracy card on this debate'. Even so he made a good point and she ultimately found herself agreeing with the over all argument, presented, herself giving a small clap to the Viceroy as he took his seat once again. Looking around no one else made a stand, Chikako taking this chance to put herself forward and give her own support on the matter at hand.

"The Imperium of Tyhe agrees with the words of Viceroy Flexian , the rise of such a power will no doubt only bring more suffering and war to the already suffering core worlds". "If we do not act those that are free will slowly find themselves crushed between the First Order Sith and this new power, to defend the freedom of those planets and prevent the Sith from controlling all the major trade routes through the galaxy". "As such I can say that Tythe is more then ready to support a war against this new threat and seeing since our droid army has had some 'issues' lately is also putting forward the offer to supply troops to this war effort, a sort of expeditionary force".

"As our name suggest we are a confederacy of independent systems and it is our duty to uphold that name and show the galaxy we stand by it, regardless of who we have to face". With her speech drawing to a close her tone became more firm and commanding, highlighting the importance of such a decision, putting her usual cheerful and childlike personality to the side. With a bow she once again reclined to her chair, awaiting what the other ruling members and ministers would decide on this matter, though so far she had confidence this decision would go ahead.

[member="Rashae"] [member="Zeke Tune"] [member="Srina Talon"] [member="Aiden"] [member="Darth Metus"]

 

[Adron Malvern]

Location: The Citadel | Tags: [member="Chikako Liona"] [member="Zeke Tune"] @Rashae @Srina Talon [member="Darth Metus"]​

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When Srina asked Adron where he had been the Exarch considered a rather cheeky response, however he ultimately waved a hand at the woman and arched a brow. “Where do you think?” He asked. Quickly he realized just what the woman’s answer would be, so he was quick to cut her off. “In my office. There is considerable paperwork to be done for these things.” Regardless of whose bed he had gotten out of only an hour ago, it was not a lie. He had stopped by his office to sign a single paper. When the elegant Echani’s next statement came through, he could not help but smile in response. “I’m sure.” The two had such an odd relationship on the surface, however deep down there was only one person Adron held above Srina. The pristine Echani had always been his closest friend, at times it even felt as if that was how he remembered their fight on Tatooine. As friends.

She insisted that Adron had lost, yet the man could not help but chuckle at her words. His finger rubbed against the back of her palm while he eyed her searchingly. “I recall my poisoned blade hitting its mark. My dear.” He said with a rather sly smirk coming over his face. The two shared a bit more dialogue as the forum came open. The moment that Darth Metus revealed The Confederacy would be going to war the Exarch could not help but smile. That soft smile that could barely be spotted held as the rest of The Confederacy rose to his call.

He would shed his silence as Srina spoke for him. It did not bother him, they were partners and in that they had the same mind. If Darth Metus would lead a war to destroy the Sith then they would follow and in their path a hellish blaze would consume their enemies. Adron did not speak. He had sat with a finger pressed to his temple and when Srina was finished speaking he would merely nod his head in silent agreement. There was no more to be said, The Confederacy was at war.

 

[Darth Miseria]

Flying down the corridor swiftly, though far from silently, the viceroy of Krant was once again late. The message for the urgent meeting had come in the middle of a very intense debate with a child about the merits of eating vegetables as a pose to human meat, but that was behind her now. Dianah had heard rumours, of course. She had heard of the Jen'ari Empire fearlessly and restlessly growing as the days went by. In all honesty she hadn't believed it at first, she'd shrugged them off with a shrill laugh. When she had first departed the empire she expected it to amount to nothing but a failed dream and crushed expectations. The joke in a Galaxy filled to the brim with a power they could only hope to grasp. Yet, here they were, and they had caused enough of a stir to force the Confederacy to take action. The double doors creaked as she pushed them open to slip inside, just in time to catch her Father's speech.

Once comfortably in her seat she afforded herself a quick glance around the room. As expected a fair few notable faces had turned up. Dianah offered a nod to both of her Father's apprentices, [member=Srina Talon] and [member=Adron Malvern], before she turned her gaze to the man himself. She was both surprised and proud to see her younger sibling, standing behind him in all her glory. To the young [member=Allya Vi'Dreya] Dianah offered an excited, slightly hidden wave. Her Father went on to give a very convincing speech, properly followed by each viceroy who all had something interesting to say on the matter. In the brief moments were everyone spoke Dianah sat and thought. She could have read through the information provided about her missions but that was mostly pointless. She remembered it all. Originally when her Father had sent her to infiltrate the Jen'ari she had assumed it was a mission to keep an extraordinarily active mind occupied. Now it was clear what the true purpose had been and she was moderately proud to think she'd done something useful for the Confederacy.

Dianah swept her thick curls away from her shoulders and adjusted the robes that hung loosely from her body. For most of the meeting she had simply remained, choosing to listen instead of comment. Her time in the Jen'ari Empire had seemed so long ago. Recalling how young she had been, and how entirely naive, was the spurring thought that gave her motivation to finally stand. She was now more than just a wild child running recklessly through the empire with little to no care for the benefits of it. Dianah was a leader, a warrior, wife and mother. 'As the viceroy of Tythe so beautifully put, we are the Confederacy of Independent systems. Upholding and honouring that should be our top priority. I can say for absolute certain that neither Vyrassu or his horde have any plans to do the same on their hopefully short lived attempt at rising to power. Krant, its troops and I will stand by your side in battle. Having experienced the inner workings of the Jen'ari first hand I can say that with both ease and complete gladness.'

With little else to say on she sat back in her seat, folding one caramel leg over. The meeting could go two ways at this point. It was either going to be the shortest meeting held in these chambers or the longest one. Dianah wasted no time settling herself into the chair in preparation. Regardless, one one way or the other, by the end of it all the Confederacy would be at war.

[member=Darth Metus] | [member=Chikako Liona] | [member=Zeke Tune] | [member=Rashae] | [member=Aiden]​

 

[Scherezade deWinter]

Antoine yawned as the proceedings went on. As with any meeting, many individuals attempted to make grand entrances and attempt to draw attention, thinking it mattered anything. Several that he could spot out right treated some of their entourage as little more than common prostitutes, and pretty much every single person, his wonderful self included, oozed false sense of self-importance. At least his own was correct.

At the speech of the Vicelord though, Antoine snickered.

"Why the Jen'ari and not any of the other large governments that operate more or less in the same manner?" he questioned when it was his turn to speak, "Strife, oppression, anathema. You speak as though they are unique in their perceived wrongdoings. For all we know it is little more than payback because one of the Vicelord's children was not treated with proper respect while with them.

By all means, let us waste our resources to go to a war on the other end of the galaxy, when there are powers who operate in the precise same manner that are much closer to our borders and our children. But let us not pretend that we have ulterior motives. Destroy the Jen'ari today and leave ourselves open for those closer to us to attempt to come at us while we do so. Why not."

With a lazy flick of the hand, Antoine voted yes to the war. It was, after all, not truly his concern. He would not be present as the attack was launched and the outcome would not affect his life in any sort of way. If the little boys wanted to bring their weapons out, they could go have their fun, far away from where he would be lounging.


[member="Dianah Vi'Dreya"] [member="Adron Malvern"] [member="Chikako Liona"] [member="Zeke Tune"] [member="Rashae"] [member="Srina Talon"] [member="Aiden"] [member="Darth Metus"]

 

[Kip Ridel]

[SIZE=10.5pt]It would have been easy to simply focus on the job. As Minister of Influence, the most obvious position to take was an affirmative one. After all, it is the strongman that commands the most influence, as the impassioned speech of the Vicelord proved in the most efficacious way. His booming voice, command of his audience, and powerful stature reverberated through the chamber in a way that no singular, average man could accomplish. It was not a command of the force. It was a command of the people. And that command only comes through strength.

By extension, so, too, does war give an organization the same level of authority. By conquering a rising empire, whose actions were - as reported by a person very close to the Vicelord - deplorable, it seemed the Confederacy of Independent Systems would be heroic in its endeavors to vanquish the enemy.

War was the obvious solution. But Kip was not convinced it was the only solution. Or the right solution.

Questions of morality were not typically Kip's strong suit, as morality is often a simple mechanism of guidelines for social hierarchies and were often flexible depending on varied interests. Rather, Kip found himself always focused on efficacy. But in cases of war, efficacy and morality often merged.

Why sacrifice lives in combat as a first solution? Why not impose sanctions? Restrict supply lines. Bolster resistance against the atrocities in negative propaganda campaigns. Empires require populism and fear. One cannot oppress an idea easily by crushing it with a boot. It must be strangled in the minds of the people. In this manner, and in all manners echoing [member="Antoine Rhys"], Kip was skeptical.

The Minister of Influence found himself remaining uncharacteristically silent. He would make his vote, but he would do so wordlessly. There was no argument he could win on this front. The Confederacy of Independent Systems will go to war. Lives will be sacrificed for idealism. Fresh allies will be pulled into the crossfire. The system will burn and time will tell what will emerge from the ashes.[/SIZE]

Whom do you serve, the hauntingly seductive voice of a woman whispered from long ago.

I serve the game. Kip replied in his own head as his finger touched the YES vote.

[SIZE=10.5pt]Then you are doomed always to be the piece and never the player...[/SIZE]​

 

[LT-137]

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Geonosis, Confederacy Capital World.​

Golbah City - Near the Ebon Sea.​

The Citadel.​

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There were few worlds in the galaxy that gave the Mercenary pause. Throughout his miserable life, the man saw many star systems; so much so that they all seemed to blend together whenever the past reared its ugly visage. They all seemed to be bountiful gardens of paradise, fallen to industrial sin, or temperate worlds; despoiled by nature’s noxious touch. None, save the world of Geonosis felt like home. Although it was a distant memory, and one that was followed by an unseen, and unknowable malaise, it gave the Old Soldier some measure of comfort. Thus, when the shuttle touched down upon one of the many, secured, landing pads of the Confederate Citadel, Khonsu took a moment to himself. His gilded fingers snaked upwards, and gracefully removed his baroque helmet; which subsequently bathed his darkened features in the light of the fading Sun. Breathing deep, the Sun Guard caught a whiff of the cinnamon-scented winds that spiced the air -- and the subtle reek of planet-wide production that spoiled the delicate aroma.

When the fond moment of recollection passed, and the sounds of another filled the silence, the Thyrsian Warrior redonned his helmet and twisted the atmospheric seals shut. With the sounds of footsteps replaced by the hissing of recycled air, Khonsu turned to face his superior. Standing opposite of the Thyrsian, was another of his kindred - but whose gilded armour was despoiled by the runic markings of his homeworld. He claimed that it was from Iridonia, where many Zabraki seemed to hail from, but there were many that believed his birth-world was actually Dathomir. It was something about those runic symbols, and if the Sunborn gazed at them for too long, he found that his eyes - and newly xenografted flesh - would ache. While there were many that would give into rumours, and speculate, Khonsu knew the dark and insidious truth. However, delving into such thoughts, even though his mind was protected by his reforged flesh, it was nothing more than a waste of time.

They were here to meet with a woman, and discuss the contractual pleasantries of what laid upon the horizon.

As the twin companion’s left the uncovered hangar bay and proceeded within, they were beset by multiple security checkpoints; each one more strict than the last. Their weapons, while paltry in comparison to their traditional panoply, were seized at the entrance and placed in secured containers - alongside the various portions of their armour that were weaponized. Stripped of his poleyn’s, helmet, and gauntlets, Khonsu felt partially naked as he marched towards their spartan destination. When they arrived and were escorted inside, the Sunborn noted an all too familiar face sitting nearby. To say that Koda Fett had a recognizable face would be an understatement, as there were rumours that he was a clone - or the living reincarnation of the infamous Boba Fett himself. With the chaotic state, the Galaxy was in, with the unbelievable transpiring almost every day - it was possible that both statements were true, or that neither of them was. In the end, the man cared little for the mysterious, and armour-clad figure, as their relationship was, and had been, cursory at best.

The Sith Empire kept them both on tight leashes, almost exclusively reserving their combined services for the last few years as they expanded across the Outer Rim Territories. With their newly forged pact of non-aggression, the Confederacy was able to establish communications with the Golden Company; and hire their services wholesale, rather than the various warbands that stalked the stars. It was a glorious time for the Mercenary outfit, more so than usual, as they were now in demand across the known universe. From the western reaches to the northern spiral, the Scions of Thyrsus marched beneath a multitude of banners, conquering worlds untold in their respective names. However, despite such glories and riches earned on the battlefield, there was a growing rivalry - even if unrequited - between the Mandalorian and Thyrsian Inheritors. It was some time ago, that the Bounty Hunter landed a lucky blow with his weapon; throwing the Sunborn just beyond the edge of the Arena's ring. He lost the chance to challenge greater foes for laurels that Koda, himself lost out on, during the Empire's Inaugural Tournament. While their relationship was strictly professional, a fact that was stated many times after the tumultuous bout, it was a lingering wound that festered atop his warrior's pride.

Nevertheless, such poisonous thoughts were cast aside by the appearance of one of the Confederacy’s Ministers - the strikingly attractive Mistress of Commerce. While her alluring visage captivated the Zabraki, Khonsu was unchanged - despite the welling primal urges that swirled beneath his breast. They were here for the pleasure of business, not the other way around. It would also be ill-befitting a man of his station to pursue his instinctual desires, simply because he didn’t know how to act on them -- and could risk the conversation turning sour. While the Golden Company were wealthy enough as it was, they had a reputation to uphold, and debasing themselves risked censure. Thus, the Thyrsian swallowed his emotions and allowed the cool, lethality of logic to take hold. The lingering tendrils of instinct would only blind him, and his superior officer, to any advantage those across the table might hold over them. It was just a precaution, all things being told, as the Scions of Thyrsus didn’t become the best outfit in the Galaxy by losing the upper hand time and again.

As the conversation fell towards its fateful terminus, the woman - now closer to the Sun Guard and their Cultural Rival - asked if there was anything else that could be ordered. The Zabraki was about to open his fanged maw, but Khonsu gently placed his unarmoured but gloved hand atop his superior’s shoulder. “A glass of water, for my Commander and I, shall be greatly appreciated. If it could be flat, that would be all the better.” There was a moment of contention, as the Zabrak’s eyes met with Khonsu’s, but the Thychani Commander - even though he was the Thyrsian’s superior officer - backed down. It seemed that he was a bit too far into his cups to realize that it began affecting his judgement, and would inevitably hinder the coming contractual discussion.

“Ah, yes. Flatwater would be wonderful.”

With a nod, Khonsu turned towards the Minister of Commerce and waited his turn to speak - despite wanting to interrupt the Mandalorian and claim the first rights of negotiation. When the appointed moment came, the Sun Guard leaned forward ever so slightly and offered a warm - almost serpentine smile as he spoke once more. “Our conditions are similar to the Mandalorian's, as we desire the right to refusal for any jobs that may interfere with our operations.” He paused, waiting to see her reaction. Knowing full well that she would expect such demands from a Mercenary, the Thyrsian pressed home his last condition; one that would doubtlessly form the bread and butter of their deal. “In addition, and as the Sun Guard’s question to the Confederacy; Is your government willing to pay a fixed rate for the collected heads or lightsabres of her fallen enemies?”

While the Sith Empire would pay a healthy sum for any trophies collected from the battlefield, it was always worthwhile to see if others would do the same. There was a reason why they were called the Golden Company, and it would’ve been foolish of both the Zabraki and the Sunborn if the man didn’t ask.

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