Faction Long May She Reign: The Coronation of Empress Kanni Ugaiya Kilran (EOTL)

[Binn Toskros]

Objective 3: Lord of the Underground
Tags: The Krykna | Grevo Brolt | Kinley Pryse | Malicar

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The evening was getting more interesting by the moment. A bunch of new faces, ones that are rapidly popping up.

Vadora responded

"If it was not obvious, I am in charge here. Let's get a meeting on the books. We will start with how we can use your ships to help that agenda of yours."

Binn gave a Quarren smirk "All business that is mutually beneficial is worth while." She paused but it was a bad, or good spot to do so.
A new voice came into the conversation.

"Forgive the intrusion. A friend of a friend told me this little soiree was happening here. I hope you do not mind my dropping in."

Looking around, he mused to himself as much as those he approached, "I have been away for some time, so I might be a bit scattered in comprehension when it comes to current events in this 'beloved' Empire."

Snapping his fingers, he corrected himself, "Please forgive me. Where are my manners? My name is Malicar Raith. Pleasure."

More people, from more places... and most of them also alien too. She heard the Chiss out.
"Hello Malicar Raith. I am Binn Toskos, CEO of Toskos Shipwrights. Pleasure to meet as well. What do you bring to the table so to speak?"

 

[Grevo Brolt]

Objective 3: Lords of the Underground

A small chuckle escaped from Grevo's vocablulator his silver hands adjusting the edges of his black jacket suit. Made in Coruscant, firmly pressed and tailor made. It was the way that Grevo liked it. The horned woman was a funny kind of woman, Grevo already knew everything about her based on the files that his agents presented to him. Embers may be a drunk, but it only served to hide her cunning. That was the thing about doing business criminal or otherwise, it was all an act. The weak minded are easily fooled by the surface level imitations that manipulators employ to hide their true intentions. In the criminal underworld, playing dirty is the only way to play the game.

"You're a funny gal Embers," Grevo responded leaning his elbow on the tale. "If discussing business is me having 'big balls' then you're the easily impressed type. I'm already five seconds into this meeting and the Imperial Underground is already a disorganized mess."

Grevo stared at the Chiss: Malicar of Interstellar Shipping had arrived. Formerly from the Ascendency, one doesn't see the blue skinned military autocrats now and days. "Nice to meet you Malicar," Grevo nodded. "I hope you make yourself comfortable, we got a lot to talk about."

He then stared at Binn Toskros and chuckled again. "Another CEO," Grevo laughed. "Gee I'm sensing a pattern here! The three of us are honest businessmen yet we choose to dwell in the Underworld. Why is that?"

Grevo leaned closer to the men and women on the meeting. "It's because in the underworld, greed is unshackled." he said. "Credits are the only thing worth collecting. The whole regulations the governments around the Galaxy impose on us is all bullchit. It's all playacting. Poor players strutting across the stage dramatizing events to a slack jawed crowd while the real machinations occur backstage."

He shook his head the whirring from the gears that turned his cranium were heard. "I'm no mere Droid," Grevo said. "I'm a bio-droid and I've been in this game for hundreds of years. The only thing that makes this Galaxy function are creds."

"And Information," Grevo thought. "So let's get down to brass tacks shall we?"

The Krykna , Kinsey Starchaser

 

[Malicar]

Objective: 3
Location: Krykna secret hideout. Cantina basement, Lianna
Tags: Binn Toskros Grevo Brolt Kinley Pryse The Krykna

With a subtle point to the wine sitting on the back shelf, the bartender nodded and began opening the bottle of wine that was corked, but already opened. It was clear that Malicar had been in this establishment before--recently. Malicar looks back over at Binn Toskros , the quarren, and responds with a smirk, "What do I bring to the table? A dash of shipping freight, a sprinkle of shipbuilding, and a hint of dealing with the underbelly of many worlds. But I never come to the table without...my smile."

His head turned to Grevo Brolt , the droid, and replied, "I suppose I am impressed at your longevity? Congratulations? Yes, yes credits are king. This I understand--but sometimes sticking your middle finger up at the leader of an Empire might not be the best approach. It would seem that my time in the Eternal Empire showed me a bit of fanatical activism and underworld ambition that laid in bed together--that is dangerous for building credits. I would even daresay, detrimental to earning credits."

The bartender slides the wine glass over to Malicar, who nods appreciatively. Taking a long pull from the wine, he closes his eyes to savor the taste and then opens his glowing red eyes, "Have you considered that perhaps your approach to this new coronation might possess the qualities of 'tunnel vision'? Food for thought...or oil bath for your thought--whatever you prefer."

Looking over to Kinley Pryse , his eyes narrow slightly and muses, "You look familiar to me...perhaps we crossed paths along the lines of another organization?"

 

[The Krykna]

Objective: 3
Posting as: Agmena Rend
Location: Krykna secret hideout. Cantina basement, Lianna
Outfit: N/A
Tag: Binn Toskros | Grevo Brolt | Kinley Pryse | Malicar

Agmena gave Binn a smile and a nod, "Before I turned to the 'wrong' side of the law. I was a soldier and a politician. I understand that both sides of a relationship must be satisfied. I look forward to a very fruitful business arrangement in the future." Agmena looked around the room and smiled. "I must see to other business. I will contact you soon to make further arrangements. Circulate around the room. I certify that all members of the Krykna are outlaws, but most are looking for some reasonable profit first and foremost. You will be safe here. Also, I can attest that some present are inebriated beyond reason. I would avoid them."

Agmena gave a farewell nod and, sliding a card with communication information to Binn, she backed into the shadows to make note of other newcomers who were not yet members of her organization. The droid and the Chiss both seemed to have legitimate businesses, but these two seemed more criminal than the revenge seeking Quarren.

"Suggesting we use the Empress' need to impress and desire to move on the Hutts as a way to profit ourselves is the proof of you big balls Mr. Accept the compliment and take my name. I transport anything anywhere…payment methods are wide open. It all ends up as spice in the end," Embers responded before the droid turned his attention to the Chiss.

A holo of today's event in the fancy part of the city was displayed in the middle of the cantina. "The Kilran dynasty continues. Through its proud blindness the Krykna will thrive as an unseen thorn in the side. Rich and powerful. Take a cup my friends. To many more customers created by the myopia of an Empire."

 

[Binn Toskros]

Objective 3: Lord of the Underground
Tags: The Krykna | Grevo Brolt | Kinley Pryse | Malicar

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Another CEO," Grevo laughed. "Gee I'm sensing a pattern here! The three of us are honest businessmen yet we choose to dwell in the Underworld. Why is that?"

Binn listened to the droid "For freedom, amongst other things."

"It's because in the underworld, greed is unshackled." he said. "Credits are the only thing worth collecting. The whole regulations the governments around the Galaxy impose on us is all bullchit. It's all playacting. Poor players strutting across the stage dramatizing events to a slack jawed crowd while the real machinations occur backstage."

Binn nodded heartily in agreement. He does have a finger on the pulse of the galaxy it seems. And the experience to know what's what. she mulled over what Grevo's end game was.

"What do I bring to the table? A dash of shipping freight, a sprinkle of shipbuilding, and a hint of dealing with the underbelly of many worlds. But I never come to the table without...my smile."

Binn smiled as a Quarren does at Malicar "Those are all very important things. I also know a thing or two about ship building. Maybe some of your engineers would like to visit a facility?" That was true, but she also wasn't too sure of the rest of the things. Her late husband was the one doing dealings, most of which she was still in the dark about.

"Before I turned to the 'wrong' side of the law. I was a soldier and a politician. I understand that both sides of a relationship must be satisfied. I look forward to a very fruitful business arrangement in the future." Agmena looked around the room and smiled. "I must see to other business. I will contact you soon to make further arrangements. Circulate around the room. I certify that all members of the Krykna are outlaws, but most are looking for some reasonable profit first and foremost. You will be safe here. Also, I can attest that some present are inebriated beyond reason. I would avoid them."

Agmena gave a farewell nod and, sliding a card with communication information to Binn,

She gave a nod "I haven't dabbled in as much yet, but I shall. We will do great things." Binn gave a smile. She took the contact information and gave her own. The mingling was to continue, contacts made, and a future woven.

 

[Sieliel Dimegor]

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Lianna, Outer Rim Territories, Tion Cluster, Allied Tion Sector, Lianna system;
The Coronation of the Phantom Empress;
The Empire of the Lost;
Tag: Maldor Mecetti

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As the coronation continued around them Sieliel averted her gaze away from the Phantom Empress to study Maldor quietly. In the two years since she had been recruited into the conspiracy Sieliel only knew a little in regards to the Fifth Wing and how big the organisation was. All of the contacts that she had made through the LENOI IRCs had not been forthcoming in who they were, or where they were stationed within the Empire of the Lost.

What had become clear is that none of them-- not even Sieliel herself-- understood the scope or schemes of the plot outside of what they had been told to do. Compartmentalization, combined with clandestine work, meant that the conspiracy would be hard to sabotage, or even expose, especially given the recent developments Sieliel had helped to bring about through the deceitful Trigonus Report she had coined.

Was this why Mecetti was not being forthcoming about his involvement? Had he been instructed not to expose his allegiance to the organisation even under circumstances such as this? Or was he not a member of the Fifth Wing at all? Frowning in contemplation Sieliel decided to continue her task. After all, the Director had yet to steer her in the wrong path.

Not yet, at least.

"The Empire will be making it a policy to retake an old stronghold of the Imperial Remnant. Located along the Braxant Run there is a planet called Bastion, and so we have arranged that our new Empress' first move will be to take the Sartinaynian system." As the clapping died down around them, and festivities turned to enjoying the event now that Kaanni Ugaiya Kilran had been coronated as, 'HER MAJESTY OF ALL IMPERIAL KIND', Sieliel stepped inward to Maldor and spoke in hushed tones so that only he would hear.

"A delegation will be sent to Bastion to negotiate the planets surrender. We expect that The Diarchy will not be appeased by the offer prepared by the Empire, and that conflict between both sides is an inevitable outcome. It is also expected that scrutiny to our existence will come about despite the Trigonus Report implicating the Jedi plot to destroy imperialism. A time will come where doubt and aspersion will need to be set aside in place of clarity: that the Fifth Wing does not exist, and that the crisis that Director Drey helped orchestrate at Tion, and in the form of the Tingel Arm Coalition, were acts of war committed against us by the New Jedi Order to destroy the Empire of the Lost."

"Your voice on the ruling council, and as a celebrated hero of the Empire, will add weight to the findings of the New Imperial Security Bureau in the Trigonus Report. So, if the time ever comes that our new Empress, and the other Moffs are convinced by our many enemies that our organisation does exist then that time will be where you decide where your true loyalties lay. The Eggman put in place a scheme to bring forth the Kilran dynasty set to last a thousand years, and you have played your part well in the rise of the Phantom Empress. Those within the Empire that were once threats to our monarchs have been displaced, killed or severely weakened in time where it was ripe to put an end to the Kilran coup d'état that saw your exile from the Alliance turned into a promising military career among the Imperial Remnant."

"It is imperative that the existence of the Fifth Wing continues to be obfuscated. We trust that you will make the right decision when the time comes..."

Turning away from the Moff, Sieliel disappeared into the crowd to leave him with the revelation that, perhaps, the conspiracy that had caught him in it's web was the very same one that led to Velran Kilran 's rise at the turn of the ninth century, and so too in the form of his successor.

But was that the truth?

Or was this another Sith lie?

END POST.​

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