Orik Dakari
Imperial Military Police
LAYING_DOWN_THE_LAW
Front Security Services
Location: Glimbo Expo Hall, Tirahnn City, Tirahn, Inner Rim
Tags: OPEN FOR INTERACTION. Ideally mercenaries and faction warposters but anyone is welcome!
In a career of bad choices and missed opportunities, Orik was feeling particularly egg-on-face today, pacing at the front of a large, empty classroom in an ill-fitting suit and feeling his nose allergies badly to the cologne he’d been told to use.
It was already five minutes past the start of the seminar, but no one had showed up for his class. Which was not unexpected. The conference occurring in the rest of the expo hall here on Tirahn was the “Annual Professionals and Enterprises Conference”. And specifically, Orik had booked FrontSec to give a seminar on “Conventional Military Law in Private Security Contracting” in the Interplanetary Exchange of Security and Trade Enterprises sub-forum.
…
Yeah, Orik didn’t blame the registered attendants for deciding not to turn up. Nor held any animus over the fact that the sign-up rate barely met the threshold required for the organisers to give him his own room.
Gods below, what a bore. And what a waste of time too. Who the hell bothered to show up to a class on ‘how not to do war crimes’?
Well, Orik had hoped more than zero would show up. Maybe he should have done a course on security instead...
The Imperial sighed and went over to the airconditioning to adjust the temperature, before taking a seat at the front, squeezing into the too-small chairs and looking up at the ceiling. The noise of a thousand mumbled conversations wafted through the door- one thing about the Conference was that it let basically anybody join. Anywhere from tramp traders to pleasure cults to Mandalorian ruffians to mercenary companies to agricrop farmers to droid resale networks to freelance spreadsheet wizards and contract lawyers. All mixing and discussing how to best cut down on costs and grow their small businesses, or something.
They knew things were getting bad in the galaxy. A hint of fear and desperation tinged the conversations Orik had forced himself to partake in on the exhibition hall. War- real, sector-scale, mass army war- had returned to the galaxy after so many years of peace. Some smelt opportunity. Most saw danger and instability. Bad for business. And bad for health if one was unlucky.
Orik looked around the blank walls of the room. He could almost see the graphs etched on the stark beige- FrontSec had already gotten a fivefold increase in requests in the past year alone, spiking to almost ten after the failed invasion of Coruscant. People were spooked.
I guess that’s why I do this. Not just because these ‘civilian-side’ dealings were a safe (if small) income stream for FrontSec. But because FrontSec still carried an ember of the dream of the New Order. Order and Security.
And what those ideals meant when manifested on the ground was work. Hard, boring work, usually. And sometimes that meant seminars for freelancers and tramp trader enterprises and even mercenaries or wandering warriors about the nature of conventional military law and customary conduct, for those who wanted to listen.
Orik craned his head to look back out of the door.
Unfortunately, people rarely wanted to listen.
OOC: OPEN FOR INTERACTION. Ideally mercenaries and faction warposters but anyone is welcome!