Progflaw99
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Location: Vero | Ollix Medlabs
It was a bold move on behalf of the First Order, but one that should have been seen coming. Though the Order was struggling to maintain its claimed territory under the latest mandate, there were plenty of opportunities outside officially controlled space - Vero being one of them. A bastion of hope for the failing alliance, it now rest in neutral space, or at least what could best be described as such. The First Order was on a war footing, their fleets and military surging to the forefront of their empire. The manpower required for such a broad maneuver was tremendous, moreso when losses were accrued during their latest offensive. Though bacta and kolto weren't the rarest in the universe it was all the Order could do to keep their stockpiles high as the armed forces required it more and more frequently. It was time to look beyond their borders. Isolationism had served them well up until now but with the increase in Coalition defiance and the vast expanses of space claimed under the mandate - the Order needed more.
Had one talked to the Moff Council they'd likely affirm that the claimed space had always belonged to the First Order, that it was their right to take it, their right to govern. It would have been nice if it were that simple, in fact Rolf almost wished it were. Instead he found himself aboard the FIV Malignant, a Marauder-class Cruiser. Part of a larger flotilla of vessels, they had been sent to apply pressure - making a deal at the end of a blaster - so that the First Order might see their medical capacity increased. The Colonel hadn't been sent to ask, he'd been sent to tell.
Adjusting the high collar of his uniform and resting his hand on gloss black holster at his thigh, Rolf Amsel activated the comm link they'd established with the Ollix Medlabs facility on the surface. The First Order rarely showed itself without some kind of force - the flotilla a prime example. Their intent was clear. Ollix would see them.
:: Greetings Ollix Medlabs, this is High Colonel Amsel of the First Order. I trust we've not come at a bad time? On behalf of the Supreme Leader we seek an audience in regards to your company's invested production of Bacta and Kolto. ::
The standing orders were to play it by ear, see if an agreement could be made. If not, they had been authorized to begin efforts of acquiring the Kolto and Bacta by alternative means. The First Order had deep pockets however, and Rolf imagined there would be little reason the Ollix Medlabs officials would outright deny them. The High Colonel wasn't naive enough to believe the Supreme Leader hadn't had alternate plans should this fail either - it was likely why a number of Ren had been sent along. They made him uncomfortable, always watching, judging, but who was he to deny a mandate from the Supreme Leader?As he waited for a response from the ground, he turned to the officers beside him, a part of the proposed entourage.
"Prepare the shuttles for launch, I want two escort fighters assigned to each. Simple TIE's will do."
A curt nod preceded a quiet shuffle as the Officers went to work organizing the landing party. Soon enough they'd have an answer and then they'd be on their way - in one method or another. OOC:
The concept for the thread is to secure a one time sale of a large quantity of Kolto/Bacta for the First Order. While this is not meant to be a combat thread, it's certainly open to becoming one. Please treat all writers who join the thread with respect and if you have questions or concerns feel free to PM the writers or myself.
First Order Note: This thread is open to all, if you have any ideas or aren't sure where to fit in, feel free to PM me and I can elaborate! Otherwise, the goal is to just have fun and write some interesting story!