Private Material Acquisition | Ivalyn Yvarro

[Gat Tambor]

HARNAIDAN, MUUNILINST
GALACTIC TRADE FEDERATION
902 ABY​

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T A M B O R
VICEROY
THE TRADE FEDERATION
Ivalyn Yvarro

BLUE FLASH​

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The atmosphere of Muunilinst grew bright with its characteristic 'money-green' hue upon her arrival into the airspace of Harnaidan. Though the planet had found itself situated in the sovereign space of the Diarchy, even from above it would take a close observe to glean its presence at all. Even through the Iron Sun's eclipse over this world, it was well and truly a possession of the Trade Federation. Her shuttle landed in one of the Federation's privately held spaceports. The entrance process was hardly invasive, her passage codes bearing a two letter prefix that indicated she was traveling her not only on business, but Federation business at that.

Though for all that Tambor's corporate conglomerate that seeped its roots into this world, there was an undoubtedly nostalgic tinge of the reign of the long passed New Imperial Order. Its symbolism was still scrawled unto many public and municipal structures. Its police, most of which lightly armed and rather casual about their business wielded the very same service pistols and grey fatigues only differing in that the Iron Sun was replaced with the Trade Federation's own symbol. Crime evidently wasn't an issue in Harnaidan. Kuat Entralla's dominance over the planet's starship and speeder sales did little to help either, the familiar grey durasteel and black solar paneling of many of the vehicles evident. Much of the old Empire was constructed by the Federation proper, repairing the devestated Braxant Run, restoring its infrastructure and economic wealth whilst the Imperator 'hard-charged' toward the crown in Ravelin. It would be a foolish venture to rip apart what Tambor had placed there himself.

Once she'd cleared the improcessing to the world, a Federation protocol droid of Technoid make was there to greet her in its cordial yet still machine-like inflection. Past the cover of the speeder pad, there was a light trickle of rain beating down in the evening pass ways of Harnaidan still thrumming with life, veins of speeders and haulers still coursing through the city as she was brought aboard the luxury craft and ferried to the Trade Federation's headquarters, the once Damask Superspire which now housed Tambor's nucleus of operations at the reins of all matters concerning his conglomerate.

Disembarking in the building's vast hangar bay, a short elevator trip before she was brought to the entrance of Tambor's office suite. Cast in smooth, jaded marble with several statues flanking a serene fountain on either side, the ornate door lifted to reveal the Skakoan himself. The holoprojector of his terminal snapped off before he lifted himself to his feet in welcoming the woman.

He was the picture that anyone had formed of him, unchanged for decades. The Skakoan clad in his pressurized suit, eyes wide if only magnetized by the thick lenses of his respirator goggles, all of the metallic cast in a well kept steel. The robe that flourished beneath it a deep purple hue. He offered a gloved hand in greeting, as any business matter should begin before he spoke, a hand instinctively reaching for the adjustment knob of his vocoder, knowing well of what was to come.

<"HHHHHHHHHRGEEEEEEUUUU- Miss Yvarro, a pleasure. Most prefer to deal business over Holonet channels but with what you seek to commission I find it the nuances of such deals are better worked out in person."> He said before motioning to the two cushioned seats, a table between them for her to sit.

<"Please. If there is anything that can be done to further accommodate you, the droid will see to the request.">

 

[Ivalyn Yvarro]

902 ABY, -4 BSE​

Gat Tambor​

The hiss of the elevator ceased as the doors opened with a softened chime, and Ivalyn Yvarro stepped forward with deliberate grace.

She was dressed in an ensemble of muted imperial navy and ash grey, fine suiting that was crisply tailored, sharp enough to cut, but restrained in its elegance. Her gloves had been removed the moment she'd disembarked the shuttle, now folded neatly in her hand, the other resting gently atop the handle of her satchel as she entered the opulent suite. The scent of ozone lingered faintly on her shoulders, a ghost of the Harnaidan rain, which she had observed from the speeder with mild fascination. In all, the atmosphere reminded her of a painting one might admire for its technique, but never hang in one's own home.

"Viceroy Tambor," she greeted with a low, cordial inclination of her head. "Your hospitality precedes you, and I thank you for the courtesy of receiving me in person. One finds that expediency and elegance are rarely comfortable companions, yet you seem to manage both rather effortlessly."

Her eyes flicked to the statues, the flowing fountain, the subtle, glimmering jade hues. It was, like its master, immaculate in its design, curated with the precision of someone who had shaped not only architecture but entire economies. She took his gloved hand with a light touch, a diplomat's handshake: no exertion, but no indifference either.

"Indeed, the matter at hand," she continued, her tone still light but resolute, "is rather beyond the comfort of holotransmissions and encrypted communiqués. I find that when one must discuss artillery platforms and armored columns, one does best to look a partner in the eye."

With an elegant turn, she seated herself on the chair opposite Tambor, her posture impeccable yet unforced. A faint smile touched her lips, more an acknowledgment than amusement.

"If I may be so bold, Minister, I come not with a mere shopping list," she said, removing a datapad from her satchel and placing it gently on the table between them. "But rather with a vision. The Commonwealth stands at the precipice of great transition. Infrastructure is being reforged, regional security recalibrated, and our internal cohesion, tested, though not broken. What we require are not simply arms, but certainty. A capacity to reinforce our borders, secure our worlds, and remind our neighbours, amicable and otherwise, that we remain very much intact."

She folded her hands in her lap.

"I would ask for your candid assessment, of course. The vehicles and systems that may be best suited for a multi-theatre application: adaptable enough for marshlands, highland terrains, and urban corridors. I understand your catalogue is... encyclopedic, and no doubt you've something that fits."

Then, almost as an afterthought, she glanced to the droid nearby.

"Lhara Bloom tea, if your staff have it. Otherwise, anything without too much spice, I find the rain has dulled my palate slightly."

Her eyes returned to Tambor's masked visage.

"Shall we begin?"

 

[Gat Tambor]

HARNAIDAN, MUUNILINST
GALACTIC TRADE FEDERATION
902 ABY​

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T A M B O R
VICEROY
THE TRADE FEDERATION
Ivalyn Yvarro

ALL I NEED IS TIME​

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The Skakoan was well at ease in these sorts of discussions and negotiations. For all the reputable traits that Gat carried, being a rather gregarious host was one of them. Whilst he was ruthless in practice, he was rather cordial and 'easy to work with' in person. It was hardly a facade. It was simply put, good business. Many within the corporate realm of arms dealing to which tambor considered his specialty. He was stiff in posture in his own seat. His own seat was conformed to the shape of his body and pressurized suit, making it more comfortable than what was usually on offer in other venues, one of the subtle reasons why he preferred to host such parties rather than venture to buyers.


It didn't help that the Confederation found themselves dogged by the Sith Order's 'Blackwall' policy. A hurdle to jump later, the Federation has never had any problem moving its goods, even if it took less than scrupulous means to do so. Whilst its Hyperlane network and infrastructure was vast, well manned and well maintained, it wasn't above hiring large hauler smugglers, even if in several different compartmentalized operations to deliver its goods into hostile territories. The 'Kuat Crisis' decades ago being a demonstration of such, utilizing 'material shipments' too and from the shipyards on Kuat Entralla freighters to deliver military equipment to the Imperial sympathizers on the world. Though it didn't come without several unrecorded transactions from IMPMAG.

With her sentiment, he nodded. These sorts of big ambitions were what, put simply, brought in 'the big bucks'. Several planetary defense forces and private firms were choice in buying bulk packages of a score of tanks, gunships, small arms. But it was those governments looking to truly overhaul or modernize their armed forces to which Tambor could see to the reins of administrating. It was after all, how he made a name for himself in the New Imperial Order. The Third Imperial Civil War and Second Hyperspace War was fought, won and lost using Kuat Entralla and Technoid weapons systems.

<AAAAAAWEEEEEERRRRRR- Naturally. Such transitions and ambitions do call for a rapid mobilization and overhaul. Certainly the region of the Galaxy you and your government occupy is one naught without peril...being in such close proximity to Sith is...by any account, undesirable."> Tambor remarked. He had not...disdain for Sith, but a general blanket distaste for them. Working with Sith meant being a tool in their schemes for being Sith placed power above all else, even if it means sacrificing beneficial relationships to get to the top. He had no quandary selling to them, but they would not find work in the upper rungs of the Trade Federation.

<"But I've good and bad news in regards to the desires of this meaning. The good news being that I am personally spearheading the development of a combined arms package which would suite the needs of any ground force. The bad news being...it is not complete yet. Though, hardly a hurdle. If you are interested in cutting a deal here for what the Federation has available, more rollouts can be supplemented down the line for an agreed upon payment plan for the desired licenses and bulk purchases."> Tambor explained before he diverted his attention from Yvarro to the protocol droid who had returned with a tray of Lhara Bloom tea. A cup had been brewed and an additional pitcher, all of ornate Muun pottery and artistry was laid on the table between them.

<"If you might fetch my holoprojector and control pad from my desk."> He requested to the droid who nodded with a cordial, machine like affirmation, returning to the pair, setting the projector on the table between them before offering the control pad to Tambor who nodded in thanks.

<"Now- AWWWWWERRRRRRR- this is an effort in two fold. One, to modernize the Techno Union's and in particular, Kuat Entralla's production catalogue and framework whilst moving past now surplus designs utilized by the Empire. Though many of its aesthetic and quality of life features remain. Something more veteran sorts of the Commonwealth might find familiarity in. A good deal of the development was done in consultation with former Imperial military and research personnel, who now find employment in the Trade Federation. Most noteworthy of which being the once Brigadier General Arminius Kroeger."> A name which was obscure but also notorious. A once officer of the New Imperial Order now a mercenary at the head of 'Iron Company' which had been sighted in affiliation most recently with the Mandalorian Neo Crusaders. Regardless, Tambor seemed to breeze past the mention of the man.

The holoprojector then powered on, flipping through several three dimensional holographic projections of Kuat Entralla's newest vehicle rollouts. Firstly showing a slow rotation before cutting to video footage of the vehicle in action, taken from 'Iron Legion' operations under their patronage as apart of the Techno Union's mercenary company, Aurodium Sword. Of course, only depicting the highlights. Cataphracts knocking out opposing tanks, Mantellska's ripping through Confederate droid fighters, etcetera.

<"I shall go through the land vehicle systems individually...if you've any questions do feel free to interrupt. I tend to...well, this is my subject matter of expertise and so I tend to delve into needless specifics so, apologies if I stray into areas which are irrelevant to you."> He said with a dismissive hand as if excusing his further behavior.

<"Terrain is a concern in the development of any land vehicle and thus, Kuat Entralla operates on almost exclusively 'repulsorlift' platforms. Flat, difficult or aquatic terrain are no longer an issue opposed to walkers who carry a lumbering, easily identifiable profile. Tracked and wheeled vehicles are cheaper and easier to maintain but also come with a great deal of limitations. I played a role in the once Empire's weapons development and it was integral to their doctrine that their vehicles be mobile, versatile and potent as opposed to what was referred to as 'Tarkin Doctrine' which favored the imposing, morale damaging nature of high profile walkers and super-heavy tanks. An effect which will not meet its desired effect against a larger Sith Empire, a worry you also seem to bear."> Tambor explained before he set on the profile of the XT-90M Cataphract Main Battle Tank. A three dimensional rotation image was displayed along with its technical specifications, the rotating model then being replaced with holocam footage of the vehicle in action, conducting berm drills, maneuvers and spearhead assaults in real combat footage provided by the 'Iron Legion'.

<"The WWWWEEEEERH- The Cataphract Main Battle Tank is the basis to which our combined arms package was built from. It is, in truth, a modernization of a tested platform. For reference, the New Imperial Order fielded the XT-62 in the Battle of Ravelin onwards. But even so, there is little that needs to be discovered here. It is a repulsorlift, four power cell redundancy main battle tank armed with a mass driver canon capable of firing several different round types supplied by its replicator along with coaxial, sponson and pintle mounted weapons systems. It is one of the most rugged and battle tested platforms which you'll find on the Galactic Market and of course, modular to fit more specific roles."> He explained before he flicked his index finger on the control pad to reveal a similar roll out of the Barran-class IFV.

<"However, ground troopers are not as useful traveling on foot, thus we have developed the 'Barran-class' repulsorlift infantry fighting vehicle. The same power train system on the Cataphract but on a larger frame, meaning a slightly more sluggish movement, but something made up for in dismount capacity, armor plating and of course, its arsenal. Possessing a cannon able to knock out equivilent vehicles as well as rapid fire blasters for dismounted infantry as well as guided missile systems capable of penetrating tank and walker shields and armor, it is a means to take soldiers to the fight whilst providing adequate fire support against a wide spread of opposing threats."> Tambor explained.

<"Any questions of these two? Shall I continue...or are you pleased enough with what you've seen to consider the entire package?"> Tambor inquired, lofting a brow. He spoke knowing well what he was talking about and was hopeful she'd be impressed as to what was on offer to this point.