Public Matters of Geonosian Diplomacy | The Restoration of Geonosis

[Ukvax the Gilded]

LOCATION⠀|	Geonosis | Stalgasin Hive
OBJECTIVE⠀|	Diplomatic Discussion of the Reunification of Geonosis

Stalgasin Hive, Geonosis, 902 ABY...

Geonosis.

A world scourged, a world decimated by the efforts nine hundred years and counting prior at the hands of the Galactic Empire. A world in disarray. A world in disrepair. Countless Geonosians died as Hive waged war against Hive in open clashes and conflicts. Drones, warriors, and aristocrats alike set against each other -- here he stood, a harbinger of change; a herald of the inevitable reformation that Geonosian society must undergo. Again they must unite behind the sigil of the Stalgasin Hive, and learn their proper place beneath his yoke. For he promised prosperity and glory; he found only dissidence and disagreement. Frustration beget creative problem-solving, and thus, the idea of discussion turned to outsiders. They had not been involved in Geonosian politics in some time. A chance now presented itself, to secure the backing and resources of greater allocation, and to affirm Geonosis' loyalty to himself.

Thus did Archduke Ukvax the Gilded, leader of the Stalgasin Hive, beget this commandant to his fellow aristocrats within his sphere of influence.

Diplomatic forums were to be held; a goal to entice the services of the largest factions within the galaxy. Here, Geonosis would be reborn as a true-and-proper power; he saw nothing less than the restoration of old glories, like Poggle, his ancestor, once did. Black eyes squinted as the holotable slowly was lifted into the room by a litter; drones struggling to carry it into the conference room. Once it finished, he dismissed them (and sentenced those who struggled more than others to execution via gladiatorial bloodsport) as to ready. Thus did he prepare, and after the chime of the holotable sounded... The holomessage would be transmitted to any faction of prominent, prevalent note who noticed. The translator droid, of course, supplied his words - he deigned to not speak the language of inferior beings who knew nothing of Geonosian glories. His dual set of mandibles clicked and chattered as he fed the translator droid's phrasing, careful to always word his sentences with utmost caution.

[TRANSLATOR DROID] "I am Ukvax the Gilded, Archduke of Stalgasin Hive. I have come, seeking to ally the Geonosians under my command with that of a proper power. Long have the days of Geonosian stagnation and isolation been afield. It is time, now, to secure a Geonosian dawn, a future with aid. Whoerver deigns to reply to this message, schedule your diplomatic meeting. I will not exclude any power from making their case; Geonosis is a jewel of the Outer Rim, an industrious world. It is only fitting it is given the attention it deserves; I will accept no less consideration. Come, if you desire Geonosian engineers and armaments, if you desire the finest in war droids, if you desire our strength, then come and convince me. I will wait for your arrival."

It is three days later that Archduke Ukvax the Gilded awaited his arriving... guests, within the massive landing hangar of the Stalgasin Hive. He loathed to use such a term - for outsider feet should never sully Geonosis with their stain unless it was for business. Yet, he knew the importance of this. Of securing Geonosis under his command, and with it, finding the proper backing to his rule once and for all. All Geonosians would kneel to him, and never to an outsider power... But for now, he bided his time as he awaited the diplomatic envoys...

Stalgasin Hive, Ukvax the Gilded, Archduke of Stalgasin Hive | OPEN TO ANY FACTION

 

[Ilri Mel]

(Tags: Ukvax the Gilded , Jack Wright , OPEN)

Among the variety of guests likely to attend, one of the first descended in the transport of an Alliance shuttle, steam poured from its parking spot on the respective, spacious pad. The ramp parted open without any sense of urgency nor impatience, its occupants merely gave a sense of steely resolve.

For the first to exit, in her Senatorial yet simultaneous practical robes, a politician who sought to aid when needed. If they just happened to acquire a new ally in the process?

Well, it'd be a bonus.

Ilri Mel endured Geonosis's harsh sunlight, spotting the patient Archduke against the fierce light, posture straightened when she made her approach, accompanied by her Jedi guard. This far in the Outer Rim, discretion was the better part of valour.

Bowing towards the leader in due respect, "Archduke," Ilri greeted, resuming her tall posture, Kiffar marks brightened from the scorching desert, maintaining a small smile. "The Alliance thanks you for your gracious invitation."

 

[Solaina Embarri]

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The glimmering shuttle from Naboo settled on the landing pad for the arriving dignitaries that had answered the call from Geonosis. A call for support and potential allies from the one who now stood to lead the planet into its future. Seeking ties to those around them for both sides to benefit from.

Dressed smartly for the harsher atmosphere of the planet in clothes that did not laud her presence while still representing the Republic she stood alongside.

Another having already arrived ahead of her to greet the Archduke before her and her security detail as she stepped closer to share in the greeting.

Waiting as the one she guessed was from the Core finished speaking before introducing herself.

"Warm greetings Ukvax the Glittering, Archduke of the Stalgasin Hive." Her palms held outward and open for him to see nothing up her sleeves while she bowed to him before straightening. "The Royal Naboo Republic is grateful for the invitation and the chance to speak."

Turning her head to address the other arrival in equal politeness.

"Warm greeting to you as well." The same respectful show of her palms and bow to Ilri as she straightened once more.

Ukvax the Gilded | Ilri Mel​

 

[Jack Wright]

(Tags: Ukvax the Gilded , Ilri Mel , Solaina Embarri)

"Hello, I'm here too." Standing right behind the Kiffar Senator, the guard in question bent over around and made a playful wave, Jack smirked coyly towards the Naboo Senator with playful brows. Indulging himself a moment with admiring the ally.

I.E: Checking her out.

This is gonna be fun.

Turning back tall, the Knight crossed his arms and nodded towards the Archduke, smile friendly as it was all-business, "Jedi Knight Jack Wright, here as the glorified bodyguard. Pleasure, Senator. Archduke."

 

[Carduul Akahl]

Geonosis
Stalgasin Hive
Tags: Ukvax the Gilded , Ilri Mel , Solaina Embarri , Jack Wright

A message had echoed far and wide across the galaxy. Fresh from the battlefield of Selnesh, he had listened to the played back audio with intent from within the confines of his quarters of the Kandosii. It had been some time since the planet was active. T’was a waste, truly, for a planet with such a rich history. Of such genius engineering of war. The trade that his own people plied, time and time again. The work of progress, of change in hopes for a better future forged from fire.

His decision was made when he heard the Geonosian’s words. Their conviction. ‘Stagnation…Isolation…If you desire our strength, come and convince me.’

Staring through the viewport of the command deck, he hummed in idle contemplation. It was his duty to be a steward of a great many people. In the message, he saw the very things he fought for—to ward away stagnation and decay, and return strength to the disparate people of the galaxy. This was no mere offer of aid to Carduul, but a call to action. Geonosis may be far away, perhaps even claimed by another power before they reach it, but he would not allow this one’s claim for glory go unanswered.

“Plot the coordinates. We go to Geonosis.”

“Understood, Mand’alor.”

…

Their vessel had been received, and the dropship had landed with its cargo. The first one out was Carduul, himself, followed by a pair of Shock Troopers that would serve as his honor guard. In one hand, a gleaming poleaxe of beskar rhythmically tapped against the ground as he stepped forth. After all, any faction was open to the invitation, and his state was that of constant conflict. He was no fool to go undefended.

“Hail, Archduke, and honor to all your family’s dead. I bring greetings from the Mandalorian Crusade.” Came the cordial greeting from beyond the mask, eventually coming to a stop some feet away from Ukvak. His hidden visage swept across to the other diplomats present—mere senators, he figured. Not the leaders who stood at the pinnacle of their people, as was typical of their ilk. The pitch-black visor returned to rest upon the Geonosian. “Claims of this kind are in rare supply of late. I am eager to see the resolve of your people.”

 

[Delsin Shaw]

GEONOSIS

For generations, the planet of Geonosis has suffered many hardships. Being mined and transformed into an engineering planet. Many of the great Galactic Powers that be, had seen the planet not as a set of people to be respected, or to be brought up to a higher echelon of society. But a world that was a resource of power, technology and labor. Scrounging through old files. Finding the symbol of an old Confederacy, my father was one of many individuals who had aided the Templar Knights, Obsidian Knights, and the Confederacy of Independent Systems in attempting to liberate the Geonosian people from would be scalpers.

The entry spoke heavily of Darth Metus, The well known name now of Talon, as well as Darren being some of the largest players that had liberated them from would be oppressors. Years ago this was a great thing for them. Allowing them to have their own power and infrastructure. Yet now, after the Confederacy had fallen, the other galactic powers sought to control them again.

It took nearly no time to see others from some of the biggest players of the game to show their faces. Mandalorians, Alliance, a newly formed Republic out on Naboo, I was nearly sure there may be representatives from the Sith Order. Maybe the Kainate? All vying to have the Geonosian people in their back pocket. Who wouldn't want to have such a rising power such as this?

A small trinket was filtering through my fingers as many of the individuals who showed up were all prim and proper. Bowing, or offering a hand to shake. Always others to assume how one would introduce themselves to this Archduke. Rolling my eyes to the back of my head. As if this motioned was practiced.

Moving past these impromptu diplomats, even the Manda'lor himself, I held my hand out, and within it was a Geonosian coin. One that was rarely used for anything other and great significance. However, on the other side, was stamped with the seal of the old Confederacy of Independent Systems. This was a symbol of past relations with my father.

One I intended to deepen.

"Archduke Ukvax the Guilded, I hope that the return of this symbol would be sufficient for my presence to your diplomatic calling."

Ukvax the Gilded Ilri Mel Solaina Embarri Carduul Akahl

 

[Nova Ka]

TAG: Carduul Akahl Ukvax the Gilded Ilri Mel Solaina Embarri Jack Wright Delsin Shaw
Gear: Mantle of Ka, Edge of Oblivion, Star of Thustra

Nova Ka's boots rang out against the metal floor of the hangar as she descended from the transport, each step punctuated by the weight of her armor. The thick, oppressive air of Geonosis clung to her like a shroud, the scent of dust and scorched earth filling her lungs with every breath. She ignored them, waiting in line to speak with Ukvax, and seemed a bit out of place in the gathering. Though she gave a second glance to the Mand’alor and his escorts.

If only mother was here.

She became aware of a weight pressing down on her.

But it wasn't the air that weighed on her. It was the gathering before her—the envoys, the dignitaries, the masks of diplomacy that surrounded her.

Of course her own mask didn’t fit her, but hardly anything did.

She stood tall, unflinching, her presence a stark contrast to the polished, rehearsed gestures of those who spoke the language of negotiation. But as she looked around, something within her shifted—a flicker of hesitation, something she couldn't quite place. The weight of their expectations pressed in, the unwelcome reminder that this moment was meant for more than just the clash of arms. She was supposed to negotiate. The Geonosian stood before her now.

A deep breath. No. Not now.

Her fingers twitched at her sides, itching to reach for the hilt of her blade. She was no diplomat, no negotiator. She was a warrior, trained to end conflict, not to dance around it. And yet, here she was, standing at the crossroads of power and words. She had to make Lirka Ka proud, play to the larger goals.

She opened her mouth, the first words of diplomacy rising unbidden. "I understand this moment is crucial," She began, her voice steady, though the words tasted foreign on her tongue. She caught herself, but it was too late. You're already here. Just say the words.

Another breath. "The House of Ka extends greetings to you, Archduke, Let us not waste time on pleasantries. For we both know what's at stake."

Her voice was confident, cold—sharp, even. She could feel her stance, her unyielding posture—warrior, conqueror. And yet, the words didn't land as they should. They felt hollow. The room around her was filled with expectations that clashed with her every instinct. No pleasantries, she had said. But I what are these words even, blah.

The silence that followed felt heavy, and she pushed onward, but it felt like pushing a boulder uphill. "This world... Geonosis..." She paused, the words foreign in her mouth. She lost her train of thought for a moment, but then it seized her. "It is a land of strength, of power. I will not pretend I am here to offer weak alliances or false promises. You will respect strength, or you will fail."

There. She had said it. The words were blunt, cutting, the kind of truth she had been raised to speak. But still, they felt out of place. Her shoulders tightened, the armor seeming to weigh more with each passing second, the weight of the expectations-. What am I doing here?

The more she thought, the more foreign it became. She was a weapon, a tool of force—not a speaker of diplomacy. The words felt like chains wrapped around her chest, each one slipping out as if trying to break free, but only tightening the hold.

Her mind raced, back to the simplicity of the battlefield, the clarity of combat. There, there was no room in negotiation. There was no need for tact or delicate handling. There was only action, the rawness of life and death. But here, surrounded by these delegates in fine garments, these bureaucrats who wore words like armor, her strength felt like a misfit.

She stopped speaking. The silence stretched out, thick and suffocating. She could almost hear her own heart beating in her ears, the harsh pulse of her own reality.

How much more did she have to learn?

For a moment, the air around her felt oppressive, like the walls were closing in. She wanted to leave—to walk away from this fragile web of words and schemes and simply be. But she couldn't. She was bound here, caught in this moment she didn't understand, trying to force herself into a shape she didn't fit.

With a final, sharp exhale, she ceased her speaking, moving aside to let the others make their greetings.

“Thank you for having us.”
She managed to let out, the armored Selphi continued on.

She was ready for the next step. Ready for what came next, whether it be negotiation or blood. She was a warrior, not a speaker. But, perhaps in time she could learn how to wield words as well as her blade.

 

[Serina Calis]

Matters of Geonosian Diplomacy
Location: Stalgasin Hive, Geonosis.
Objective: Ensure my interests.
Allies: ???
Opposing Force: ???
Tags: Ukvax the Gilded Ilri Mel Solaina Embarri Jack Wright Carduul Akahl Delsin Shaw Nova Ka

"The bloodied history of Geonosis has only just begun. The ancient battles across the sand swept plains will pale in comparison to the havoc I will unleash."​

The shadows of the Stalgasin Hive stretched long across the landing platform, jagged towers of red rock standing as ancient sentinels to the gathering of power-hungry emissaries. The air buzzed with the distant hum of Geonosian drones, the scent of scorched sand mingling with the sterile, metallic tang of machinery. The Archduke's summons had drawn many to his court, each vying for influence, for control over the world of the Geonosians and its fabled industry. And now, another had come to stake her claim.

From the oppressive heat of the desert sky, a sleek vessel descended in absolute silence, its matte-black hull absorbing the sunlight rather than reflecting it. It bore no visible insignia, only the eerie, pulsing lines of deep crimson energy tracing along its surface. A craft of secrecy, of power, and of intention. As it settled onto the durasteel platform, a ramp hissed open, releasing a wave of cool, artificially purified air that whispered against the parched surface of Geonosis.

Then, she emerged.

Serina Calis stepped into the light like a wraith given form, the hood of her intricate robes framing her sculpted features, her golden locks cascading down in silken waves. The stark contrast of her flowing cape, its inner lining glowing faintly in the colors of violet and magenta, rippled behind her as she moved. Every step was precise, each motion a careful blend of grace and menace, as if the very air around her bent to her presence.

Four BX-Series Commando Droids flanked her, their mechanical forms standing like silent sentinels, their dark exoskeletons bearing the unmistakable markings of the old Confederacy, now under new command. Their photoreceptors pulsed in eerie synchrony, scanning their surroundings for threats. They needed no commands—only her presence dictated their will.

A predator's smirk curled Serina's lips as she surveyed the gathering. One by one, she acknowledged them, her voice a silken melody of veiled amusement and sharp intellect.

"Senator Ilri Mel ," she purred, inclining her head ever so slightly. "The Alliance always arrives with the best of intentions, don't they?" Her gaze flicked toward the Jedi Knight at her side, lingering just a heartbeat too long before returning to the Kiffar Senator. "I wonder how much of your goodwill extends beyond words."

Then, her piercing eyes landed upon the representative of the Royal Naboo Republic (Solaina Embarri . "A true pleasure," she continued, stepping closer with the slow, deliberate prowl of a nexu. "The elegance of Naboo never disappoints. I do hope you will forgive the less… refined decor of our surroundings. Geonosis has always valued function over form, but I do find beauty in its resilience."

A glint of mischievous satisfaction flickered in her eyes as she turned to the armored figure of Mand'alor Carduul Akahl . "Ah, the Mandalorian Neo Crusade," she murmured, placing a gloved hand to her chin in feigned contemplation. "Always eager to test one's mettle, to prove strength above all else. Tell me, Mand'alor, is strength your only measure of worth? Or do you see value in something… more?" The way she said it, the way her voice dipped just so, suggested far more than simple curiosity.

She looked upon Nova Ka and simply nodded, she knew it would be unwise to engage the Kainite with any flattery.

She didn't know of Delsin Shaw , but gave the figure a delicate bow, the smirk of a predator allowed to run rampant cutting through any pretence of playing fair.

She was here to win.

Then, there was Jack Wright .

A slow, knowing smirk stretched across her lips as she turned to face the Jedi Knight, a glint of mischief in her sapphire gaze. She stepped toward him, close enough that only he would hear her next words. A single, suggestive whisper ghosted past her lips, laced with undeniable amusement. "Still keeping your hands to yourself, Jack? A shame. I do so miss our little games."

She pulled away before he could respond, leaving nothing but the faintest scent of exotic spice lingering in her wake.

Then, with the same measured authority, she addressed the Archduke himself. " Ukvax the Gilded " she intoned, offering a graceful bow, her voice dipping into something richer, more commanding. "I come not merely as an observer, nor a sycophant begging for a place at your table. I come to discuss what is mine."

Her gaze burned with conviction, with the raw certainty of one who knew her claim was absolute. "The factories of the old Confederacy stir once more. I have reignited their engines, breathed life into their forges. I am here to ensure that no power—outside or within—dares to contest what belongs to me."

Her gauntleted fingers traced the edge of the holotable, her touch featherlight, yet possessive. "But I am not without generosity," she continued, lifting her gaze to Ukvax, her smirk curling once more. "I am willing to discuss… arrangements. There are those among us who wish to carve out their piece of Geonosis. I would rather negotiate than see this world torn apart by petty squabbles."

A single pause, a moment of silent challenge, before her final words fell like silk-wrapped daggers. "But understand this, Archduke. The old factories are no longer abandoned relics of history." Her voice lowered, a dark promise hidden beneath its sultry cadence. "They are mine. And I do not take kindly to trespassers."

Then, with the confidence of one who knew she would be heard, she stepped back, allowing the others to respond, to react, to consider the weight of what she had just declared.

Serina Calis had arrived.

 

[Drazen Lutris]

Today was a chance to consolidate his economic position with the Sith Order. Already he earned vast dividends from his tyrannical grip on Terminus, but to also make trade inways with another of the more industrially developed worlds of the Outer Rim would only secure his position further. The game everyone wanted to play as a Sith was who could become the next Emperor, but Drazen didn't care about that - he only wanted power.​

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Power built on a foundation of cold, hard, creds.​

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The though forced a wolfish grin on his face as the one-eyed arkanian entered the 'arena' as it would be. He saw familiar faces, and new ones alike. The most interesting arrival, however, was the Mand'alor himself, Carduul Akahl . Serina Calis was choosing to poke at him, but that was to Drazen's own benefit. It would be much easier to negotiate on his terms if these two tried to murder each other. The sooner the better.​

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When he found Ukvax the Gilded , he offered a low and regal bow. Praise be his manners education as a young noble on Arkania.​

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"A pleasure, Archduke. I come on behalf of the Sith Empire as a liason on behalf of my brother, Darth Empyrean . Your world has interested us for some time, and we love nothing more than to support genuine industry. Take a card...", he said, flipping one out between his fingers to the man.​

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It was a holocard, showing Drazen's face, rank, position, and contact information for the Governor of Terminus. He offered the same devilishly wolf like grin he had when he entered.​

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"If you are interested in the wealth I can help provide, consider my offer sincerely. There is more promise of power with me than the others."​

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With that, he stepped away, intent on getting himself a drink and a nice spot to watch the theatrics.​

 

[Phelixia Skirata]

Phelixia walked in measured strides, his armored form moving with the precision of a machine. Each footstep echoed softly behind Mand’alor the Anointed and his guard, as they approached the Archduke of Geonosis. His Neo-Crusader armor, custom-fitted to his Vratix frame, felt restrictive but necessary—his mandibles twitched slightly behind the helmet, though their movement was muted by the plating. Even his antennae, so crucial for sensing the world around him, were confined within narrow channels, limiting their range of motion. It was a small price to pay for protection and efficiency.

His compound eyes swept over the Geonosian delegation, clicking through various spectrums of light as he analyzed their forms. The exoskeletal ridges, the membranous wings folded neatly against their backs, the articulation of their limbs—Geonosians were fascinating. Their physiology bore similarities to his own species, yet remained distinct in ways that intrigued him.

As Mand’alor finished his greeting, Phelixia took a measured step forward. With a faint hiss, his helmet disengaged from its seals, and he lifted it free, exposing the chitinous face beneath. His mandibles flexed, antennae twitching as they adjusted to the open air and compound eyes taking in the room without a blink.

Then, he spoke—not in Basic, but in the rapid, rhythmic clicks and chitters of his native tongue. The sounds, unfamiliar to most humanoids, carried a distinct cadence, a structured efficiency that mirrored the Geonosian language. It was not identical, but it was close. A bridge between kin of chitin and claw. A pause. Then, with a slow incline of his head, he switched to Basic, his vocabulated voice precise, clinical, lacking embellishment.

" I am Phelixia of clan Skirata. On behalf of Mandalore, I offer thee and your peoples my extensive medical expertise while we stay on your planet."

Ukvax the Gilded Carduul Akahl

 

[Xazzex Xivar]

Geonosis. Just because Xazzex knew its significance did not mean she had to enjoy the idea of being back on the planet. For too long had she been forced to venture to Geonosis to attend the Confederacy of Independent Systems' Senate meetings. Too long had Falleen fallen under their influence, though thankfully managed to avoid the bulk of its meddling. Now, she returned as the Vice-Head of a new Confederacy; one that would prioritize industry and freedom over moral crusades.

That did not mean they were toothless, however. The Confederacy had plenty of arms and sought to deals with those capable of producing as much. The galaxy was in turmoil and the Confederacy found it not conducive to trade or industry. War was good for building weapons and bombs, but such things disrupted trade and reduce prosperous worlds to rubble. The larger picture could not be overlooked.

So when the Archduke Ukvax the Gilded made a declaration to secure authority over Genosis, it was difficult for the Confederacy not to respond. It was a prosperous world. An industrial world. A place where the Confederacy had already invested influence, and had no intentions to let the galaxy parcel it out uncontested. A sentiment Xazzex expected this Archduke would agree with.

The escort vessels had peeled off and taken position where Genosisian control had directed them, while Xazzex's vessel descended to the arid world below. Many were coming to the world, and the galaxy was already turbulent. One had to be prepared in case they thought to strike at the Confederacy. After all, it was something she, herself, had contemplated, even if it would not be formally sanctioned. No option was ever off the table for consideration by a Falleen.

Once her ship touched down and the ramp descended, the emerald green woman strode down its length flanked by two cloaked figures with metal masks. The Force-sensitive nearby could tell they were more than masks, of course; droids designed for the task of escorting dignitaries by the Baroness Zenva. Meanwhile, members of the Confederacy's organic troops secured the landing area.

Dressed in a flowing, black dress, the Falleen Vice-Head strode toward the meeting area here dignitaries were already flocking to the Archduke. Some were polite. Some exuberant. Others... Well, if it weren't for first impressions, Xazzex would have given them the sharp edge of her tongue. This Serina Calis for instance seemed to think the world belonged to her. The Confederacy had something to say about that. In due time.

"Ukvax the Gilded, Archduke of Stalgasian Hive, champion of Genosis," Xazzex hailed the man as she drew near, "may your forges never die and your people never be parted from what is rightfully theirs. I am Xazzex Xivar, Empress of Falleen, and Vice-Head of the Confederacy. On behalf of the Confederacy, I came to ensure our two peoples may benefit richly from the hard work and materials we each have to offer; to reaffirm our commitment to your independence and prosperity; and recognize Genosis' as the radiant Jewel of the Outer Rim." There was no need to look at other dignitaries that had nothing of the sort on their minds, no matter what they said. The only one that mattered in that moent was the Archduke himself. One of her droids could provide the translation; the use of native tongues was not an unfamiliar game to Xazzex, nor to the maker of her droids.

Perhaps the Archduke was familiar with the not so distant past, or had enjoyed treatise with the Confederacy personally previously. Either should tell enough about Xazzex's commitment to independence. Some promised freedom while silently slipping a leash around your neck, but despite being Falleen when it came to self-determination there were few greater champions than herself, she like to think.

Not that she wouldn't strive for a deal that benefitted herself or the Confederacy, naturally, but that needn't come at the cost of the Genosisians, their way of life, or their world. The Confederacy had already invested into a great deal of the world already, which meant a conflict with Serina already seemed inevitable; she'd already said as much to the Archduke, and he had claim to Genosis itself.

Ukvax the Gilded | Vemric Keldra
Ilri Mel | Solaina Embarri | Jack Wright | Carduul Akahl | Delsin Shaw | Nova Ka | Serina Calis | Drazen Lutris | Phelixia Skirata​

 

[Feydrik Munin]

Phelixia Skirata l Carduul Akahl l Ukvax the Gilded l Literally everyone else.


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Feydrik stood tall, next to Mandalore the Anointed. He looked up high, then his visor turned to the gathered parties as the Mandalorian envoy was received. Feydrik had come as part of the Honor Guard, but truly, the honor was his. Feydrik clicked his teeth, clicking in such a way that it was almost animalistic, barbaric to some, even.

"Such promises, Mandalore. Such empty...promises. Long-winded speeches, already." Feydrik held no weapons in his hands- but an astute observation would show that he was wearing crushgaunts. Feydrik wearing crushgaunts was deadlier than most weapons people had on them.

"Very much like the Dar'Jetii, and Jetiise to use sixty words when five will do." He said in a lower tone, to both the Skirata and to his Mandalore. He chuckled sinisterly behind his helmet.

 

[Ukvax the Gilded]

Ukvax the Gilded Ilri Mel Jack Wright Solaina Embarri Carduul Akahl Delsin Shaw Nova Ka Serina Calis Drazen Lutris Phelixia Skirata Xazzex Xivar Feydrik Munin​

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There are lofty promises, and there are cunning schemes. There are grandiose words, and tokens offered. There are challenges made, and ultimatums demanded. There are many things brought upon the shoulders of the Geonosian Archduke, whose tentacled "mutton chops" droop with a sensation of grim silence. An eyebrow-ridge lifted at the offering of the coin and the card, of those muscling forward to demand. Geonosian Elites shuffled almost as if on reflex - the hand of the Archduke halted any effort to do so, however, as he gave his proclamation in Geonosian.

[GEONOSIAN]: "Wurrrrrrrrik!"

To those familiar with the language, it would have been taken as a halt, or a stop, obviously to his peers. A nod to one of the attendant-drones secured the coin and the card - caution and paranoia definitely seemed evident with the Archduke. Then again, given the state of Geonosis, even one accidental death meant the likelihood of a further devolving situation. The cane rapped against the ground floor of Stalgasin Hive's hangar, as with it, he motioned to another of his attending drones, and spoke in a harsh, guttural dual-click of his twinned pairs of mandibles.

[GEONOSIAN]: "See-ka ku-klik, aktu-hotah hnnnnnnok."

Again, for those familiar, it would have been taken as an order to prepare refreshments as well as the meeting room. With that, the protocol droid, unsettling insectoid and yet just enough to resemble more mammalian sentients, is supplied speech in a low whisper. Those who were capable would have likely understood the phrasing a bit different due to Geonosian linguistic structures, yet still...

[BASIC] "His Eminence, the Archduke, politely requires you all to follow him. All guards may follow in, but must be disarmed within reason - your weapons may be retained on your person within respects to their orders or creeds. No violence is permitted in the halls of the Stalgasin Hive."

The Archduke gazed with an unfeeling face, yet the feeling of mild annoyance at the protocol droid's own interpretation bled through to the Force-Users. But only slightly, and before long, himself, his retinue, and the others who had arrived, made their way down the halls of Stalgasin Hive. It was easy to see the blade-like iconography of Geonosian designs, that of insectoid fluttering of wings and prying private eyes. Indeed, before long, they met in a boardroom; one stowed with minimalistic, yet functional, designs. True to Geonosian architecture in every sense of the word...

From there, as guards stood watch and the Archduke took his seat, the door would be shut, though presumably entry could be requested for those running late or... well, fashionably late. First, the Archduke's features, weathered in the way a middle-aged member of his species would be, slowly flicked to the gathered masses. Outsiders; Geonosis' peril alone only justified their presence here. He would not let Geonosis become a slave world - the Empire all of those centuries ago had taught the value of caution. To first and which, he addresses the room... carefully.

First comes his comments to the room, translated by the protocol droid. One of which seemed to remained untranslated, however.

[GEONOSIAN]: "Vrrrrrrtik, akh-ge, meaaaah-tik, kli-aock-aock."

[BASIC]: "His Eminence, the Archduke, thanks all of you for your arrival, from the storied strength of the Mandalorian Neo-Crusaders and the valiant struggle of the Galactic Alliance against the Dark Empire, to the cunning Sith of their Order, to the Royal Naboo Republic's elegant nature, to the Confederacy's own pleasant company. To this end, he has appreciated your arrival in Geonosis' growing circumstances as the galaxy unfolds. This will not be the only diplomatic meeting, of course, but it is to be one of the most important meetings for the planet's history. Your offers shall all be heard and witnessed."

A dismissive wave of the hand, and then came the words supplied to the protocol droid. Of careful omittance was the earlier phrase in Geonosian.

[BASIC]: "Of particular note, let us start with those that have issued far beyond their means of welcome. Those, in particular, let us begin with Nova Ka ."

The Archduke motioned as he tapped his cane furiously against the ground, and thus came the words, not hissed, but harshly reprimanded, to the droid in question. An assurance in Geonosian of its ability to deliver such emotional tone vigorously.

[BASIC]: "We Geonosians are a people of strength beyond measure. We have endured mass extinctions, we have endured the rigors of the Clone Wars, of the Empire's attempted genocide, and so many others. We have survived much; your fears need not manifest themselves."

Then came the gaze to Drazen Lutris , where the Geonosian Archduke commented at last.

[GEONOSIAN]: "Hrrrurrr meha-meha-neha. Ya-noo sayuek."

A nod followed, as the droid was supplied a response to give to the ambitious Sith.

[BASIC]: "His Eminence, the Archduke, thanks you for your offer of support in regards to industry, and it will be noted for consideration during negotiations."

Next came the figure of Xazzex Xivar , who elicited an appraising eye from the Geonosian Archduke. It was rare to see her kind outward-bound, yet here she stood. Her words gripped the Archduke in a sense; the Confederacy was something he had known. While there had been... frigid relations as of recent due to the circumstances of Geonosis' civil strife, he personally knew which of the factions could be molded more easily in these negotiations. But it mattered not as he replied to the protocol slash translator droid.

[BASIC]: "Vice-Head of State, His Eminence, the Archduke, thanks you for your words and your promise of committment. Another promise that shall be discussed in depth during these negotiations."

It was here that the Ortolan in the room, Serina Calis , finally became addressed fully, as the Geonosian scowled. Her presumptous nature did not reflect well, for the Geonosian Archduke merely commented harshly in Geonosian.

[GEONOSIAN]: "Krrrrrrr, vrrtik-brrrrrik, ya-koo kayeuk."

Then came the translation afterwards with its own series of supplied phrases to the translator droid. If anybody knew Geonosian, he had equated the young girl to something akin of a gladiatorial entertainer meant to be usually torn apart by beasts. In the Geonosian dialect, of course.

[BASIC]: "You confuse your self-perceived importance with the glaring butcher-bug of reality, Sith. You state these foundries are of the old Confederacy, but remind yourself who had made them. Was it the Neimoidians, masters of business? Was it the Koorivar, magnates of commerce? Or was it the Quarrens, renowned shipbuilders?"

A pause, before the droid helpfully continued.

[BASIC]: "No. It was the Geonosians. We have created those foundries, we have built them with the blood and chitin of countless drones. To demand you own sovereign Geonosian territory is a blemish upon your Order's diplomatic stance. You threaten war, you threaten conflict, yet who will supply you? Your masters, who recognize that only Geonosians can operate such foundries without delay or inefficiency? Your lords, who realize that the Geonosians are the sovereign authority in all matters technological within this system? Or your leaders, who acknowledge Geonosis has survived countless tribulations, and who surely realize that Geonosis has many who would aid it in exchange for access to goods that could be just as easily denied to your Order?"

Another pause. Another continuation.

[BASIC]: "Your ambition blinds your meager visions of rulership - that Geonosis can reclaim its foundries if it so desires. You mistake a moment of crisis for a moment of weakness. You may bark, but it is your leaders who decide such matters. We will not acknowledge any leadership beyond Geonosian minds. If you desire to trade, we will agree to such trade - provided the foundries are returned to our control, without delay and swiftly. Refuse, and the Geonosians will remember such slights. And remember."

A pause, as the Archduke rapped his cane and hissed out his clicking words, and the droid translated.

[BASIC]: "We are a people who do not forget, and never forgive. I will offer one chance to rescind what you have stated, and to acknowledge your overreach, your overstep, your gross falsification of presumption. Back down, and there can still be trade and prosperity for all. Or you will find your groping fingers which seek to throttle the life from Geonosis' industry removed with swift and unrelenting force. Do not ruin your Order's negotiations for a drone's folly."

The Geonosian Archduke finished, and with it, the Geonosians stared. Geonosian drones transcribed each and every message, but it was clear a message had been given to Serina Calis. An ultimatum of the Archduke's own devisement - return the foundries to his control and that trade can still be promulgated, and the Sith Order can enjoy a working relationship.

Or refuse.

It was their decision now on how to react, for all of the diplomats here...

 

[Jack Wright]

(Tags: Ukvax the Gilded , Ilri Mel , Solaina Embarri, Carduul Akahl , Delsin Shaw , Nova Ka , Serina Calis , Drazen Lutris , Phelixia Skirata , Xazzex Xivar , Feydrik Munin , OPEN)

For once, Serina, do the smart thing and back down.

Deprived of his lightsabers upon entry, Jack had no fear, even among the presence of... Variety of enemies. While Ilri took her seat, Jack maintained his posture, standing besides his watch at the Kiffar's left shoulder, hands clasped in front of him in a gesture of non-commital, posture remained rigid; on-guard, even if somewhat casual.

But alas, negotiations were already veered upon the borders of a slippery slope, in the form of the ex-Jedi running her mouth and posturing about. Jack shouldn't have been surprised... But he was more surprised she was even here. Claims to the foundries?

Side-eyeing Serina, Jack kept his face blank, but inwardly waited with bated breath. Things may go downhill fast depending whether or not she apologizes, and Jack would be remiss to say he was hopeful.

 

[Corin Trenor]

CORIN
GEONOSIS
TAG: Ukvax the Gilded Ilri Mel Solaina Embarri Carduul Akahl Delsin Shaw Nova Ka Serina Calis Drazen Lutris Phelixia Skirata Xazzex Xivar Feydrik Munin Solidor Slane

In the Outer Rim, the Sith alone reigned supreme. It was a lawless place, otherwise.

Corin and Solidor entered together. Two Jedi, or those who once were. The Foundation allowed for them to tend to these systems beyond the control of these system spanning entities, of which Geonosis was. For now. Corin had suspected that, as in times before, there would be those that sought to carve their own uses for the planet. It was of value to those that would seek to do misdeeds. Per his own judgement, at least.

Of which Corin was immediately proved right.

Mandalorians amid their crusade and Sith that vied to carve their own slice with threats. He recognised one of them. It only made him hold onto his faint frown more tightly.

"Archduke," said Corin, a face amid many. "There are those here that seek to exploit what Genosis can offer for evil. I implore you, do not let them. Sith, warlords, criminals. None of which will serve the betterment of the Geonosian people."

 

[Solidor Slane]

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| Location | Stalgasin Hive Hangar, Geonosis​

| Objective | Observe & Negotiate​

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The harsh and arid climate of Geonosis greeted the elderly Jedi as they arrived by invitation of the Archduke Ukvax the Gilded , the scorching temperature of the planet already leaving his lips feeling dry. ​

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It was strange for Solidor to find himself amongst the group that had arrived on Geonosis. But the Force guided him and he followed, alongside Corin Trenor , trailing behind the younger Jedi as he silently followed, the subtle tap of his cane and clink of his brace. A diplomatic envoy on behalf of The Foundation. Among them were Sith, Jedi, and Mandalorians; a volatile mix of emotions and intent - quite curious indeed.​

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Solidor merely stood as he let the younger Jedi speak, standing as he rested his free hand atop the hand that held his cane. He would speak if he needed to, but for the time being he listened, more specifically to the wishes and desires of their gracious host. They were here to establish friendly relations with the Geonosians, and offer what aid they could to help stabilize the Outer Rim. ​

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Unlike most that came with threats or offers with hidden strings attached, the Foundation merely wished to help for the betterment of the region. What they would gain from such a relationship would merely be the result of respect and gratitude.​

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[Solaina Embarri]

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The greeting of the Alliance representative and their guard was a short lived one as she gave the man a respectful nod of acknowledgement. The quiet of the scene shortlived as more bodies arrived.

The polite meeting quickly growing into a frenzy of varied attempts to draw in the Archduke's interest. Her eyes lingering on the Mandalorians that had presented themselves this day.

A silent wonder of her own logged away in the back of her mind for another time as she watched and examined their different methods. Often a telling sign of what could be expected with the expected fault that came with assumptions. One leaning on what she could only assume amounted to old alliances, another their value of strength, and another with the assumption of ownership. All needling for control of the situation along with the flow of the talks to come.

Entry to the room beyond was a non-issue for Solaina given she did not have an appreciation for weapons. Her security detail was not so lucky as they relinquished what was required for them before following shortly behind her.

Then came Ukvax's rebuttal to some of those earlier offers and demands shared before reaching this room. Another time for observation as Solaina remained quiet but attentive. Measuring what the Geonosian put lesser or greater value on the proverbial scales while his words were translated for all to hear. Despite the zing of worry that unsettled her thoughts listening to the final and rather sharp verbal lashing.

Even if this visit ended with nothing more than an insightful visit, Solaina was content to come away from this meeting with a sincere appreciation of the candid nature of Geonosians.

And the lack of violence given the assorted beings present.

Ukvax the Gilded​

 

[Darth Morta]

Darth Morta arrived late to the meeting, fashionably late. Nothing productive ever happened in the first hour of any gathering involving three or more people who considered themselves important, so when she stepped in the room to hear a heated speech about ownership of several foundries that used to belong to the CIS it was a bit of a shock to her.

"Did I miss something?" Morta asked casually as she stepped into her place around the conference table, a pair of her milita she had brought as honour guards peeling away from her to stand against a wall with the other gaurds.

She wasn't here for diplomacy anyway; Darth Morta had come for business and was only sitting through this meeting as a courtesy she was willing to give a potential business partner. The company was interesting; Jedi, Mandalorians, Sith, and a couple of other groups were represented, and plenty of the people here would be ready to go at each other's throats if the setting were different.

The distraction from the world itself, hot and dry like her own homeworld of Ryloth, was very welcome. She had fled across the galaxy in her youth to get away from that place, and despite her calm and cool exterior, but just underneath her bad memories threatened to bubble to the surface and betray her thoughts to the other force users in the room.

 

[Serina Calis]

Matters of Geonosian Diplomacy
Location: Stalgasin Hive, Geonosis.
Objective: Ensure my interests.
Allies: ???
Opposing Force: ???
Tags: Ukvax the Gilded Ilri Mel Solaina Embarri Jack Wright Carduul Akahl Delsin Shaw Nova Ka Darth Morta Solaina Embarri Solidor Slane Corin Trenor

"The bloodied history of Geonosis has only just begun. The ancient battles across the sand swept plains will pale in comparison to the havoc I will unleash."​

There are many ways to claim dominion over a battlefield. Some wield blades. Others command fleets. And then there are those who know that war is won not by steel alone, but by the art of manipulation—by the delicate dance of power and persuasion, where the right words can cut deeper than a vibroblade, and a whispered promise can shatter an empire.

Serina Calis did not flinch.

She did not recoil in offense at the Archduke's rebuke, nor did she give ground in the face of his ultimatum. Instead, she smiled—a slow, knowing curve of her lips that danced between amusement and something far more dangerous.

She exuded confidence, draped in shadow and light. The magenta glow of her armor flickered softly against the dimness of the chamber, her golden locks tumbling in waves from beneath her hood, catching every flickering lumen like strands of molten fire. Her cape swept elegantly behind her as she rose to her feet, her movements deliberate—graceful, feline, exuding both sensuality and unshakable control.

And then she laughed. Low, sultry, and utterly fearless.

The tension in the chamber was palpable, and she basked in it, letting it coil around her like a lover's embrace. She met the Archduke's unfeeling gaze with her piercing blue eyes, the predatory gleam in them dancing with a thrill of amusement. A woman who knew exactly the game she was playing.

Her voice, when it came, was honeyed silk wrapped around a blade.

"Archduke Ukvax the Gilded," she purred, "You wound me." A feigned gasp, hand resting lightly on her armored chest, her smirk deepening. "To suggest I do not acknowledge the immeasurable strength of your people, the brilliance of your engineers, the resilience of your mighty hives—oh, it is almost insulting."

She let the words linger in the air, savoring the moment before leaning forward slightly, as though sharing a secret.

"But let us not pretend, my dear Archduke, that I am a fool who does not understand her position."

She began to pace slowly, her armored heels clicking softly against the chamber floor, circling the room as if she owned it. Her fingers trailed across the surface of the Geonosian holotable, her expression one of languid amusement, eyes flickering towards the other dignitaries, ensuring they were drawn into her web.

"You speak of memory. Of the power of remembrance." She turned, facing the Archduke again, tilting her head just so, as if considering a puzzle only she could see. "Then let us remember together."

A single step forward.

"Who has truly ruled over these foundries in the past nine hundred years? Who has taken and retaken them? The Empire? The Confederacy? The Alliance? And tell me, Archduke, in this era of galactic upheaval, who, if not me, has actually ensured that these factories—your factories—are still running?"

She clasped her hands behind her back, her voice softening into something dangerously sweet.

"It was not the Mandalorians, nor the Sith, nor the Alliance that poured credits into reigniting Geonosis' greatest legacy. It was me." A pause, letting the weight of her claim settle. "My people."

She extended a hand, palm up, as though offering a gift.

"You see, I do not seek to throttle your industry, my dear Archduke. Quite the opposite. I wish to exalt it. To ensure that Geonosis never again kneels beneath the boot of an Empire, nor the whims of fickle Republics who would strip your world of its treasures and leave it a hollow shell."

Her smirk widened slightly, her voice dropping to a lower register, rich and smooth.

"To be clear—this is not a threat. Nor is it a demand." A beat. "It is an offer."

She stepped closer to the Geonosian ruler now, her scent a faint, exotic perfume of rare orchids and something untraceably dangerous, the magenta glow of her armor casting ghostly reflections against his carapace.

"You are correct—Geonosis belongs to the Geonosians." A flick of her fingers. "I do not seek to challenge that fact." Her smile deepened. "I seek to profit from it."

Then, without warning, she turned to the other diplomats in the room, spreading her arms as if they were all guests at her court.

"What does your Archduke propose, then?" She mused, circling once more. "A great reclamation? Seizing what has already been restored? Shutting out the Sith Order and its investments, its credits, its clients?" She raised a brow at the Mandalorian delegation, at the Alliance, at Naboo. "Would you all sit idly by and watch as the largest, most efficient industrial complex in the Outer Rim goes dark, simply for the sake of a power play?"

She stopped, turning back to face the Archduke.

"I think not."

She let the moment breathe, her hands folding behind her back once more.

Then, she sighed—long and languid, as if this entire conversation was a delightful little game that only she knew the rules to.

"So let us cut through the unnecessary theatrics, my dear Archduke." She met his gaze, her blue eyes dancing with both mischief and menace. "We are both far too clever for posturing, are we not?"

She began to walk towards her seat once more, slow and deliberate.

"You wish control." She sat. Crossed her legs. Tilted her head. "I wish efficiency." She leaned forward, resting her chin delicately against her fingers. "These are not opposing desires, my dear Archduke."

Another pause.

Then, with the same honeyed, velvety tone as before, she laid out her terms.

"I propose a partnership."

She gestured lightly.

"I retain operational control of the foundries—but as an officially recognized and taxed subsidiary of your governance." She met his gaze evenly. "You set the regulations, you name the overseers, you ensure that no outside force can steal what is yours." A knowing smirk. "But you also allow my resources, my infrastructure, and my already-functioning supply chains to ensure that these factories remain operational, efficient, and profitable—for both of us."

Her voice softened into something almost conspiratorial, almost intimate.

"And, my dear Archduke, I do pay my allies well."

The words dripped with promise.

Then, at last, she leaned back, spreading her hands in a gesture of finality.

"This is the only reasonable path forward, is it not?" She tilted her head. "You may reject it, of course. Attempt to seize what I have built by force." A coy chuckle. "But that would be so very… inefficient."

A pause. Then, a final flourish.

"So, what shall it be, my dear Archduke?"

She met his gaze, unblinking, unwavering.

"Shall we dance?"

And she smiled.

Like a serpent coiled in silk.

 

[Rackham]

M A T T E R S_O F_G E O N O S I A N_D I P L O M A C Y

EMPIRE REBORN
GEONOSIS, OUTER RIM TERRITORIES

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Colonel Rackham silently entered the conference room and took a seat near the end of the table as the many delegations discussed and engaged in negotiations. He was late to arrive considering how he had been busy back in the New Territories organizing the retreat of Imperial Forces and the consolidation of any remaining resources the Remnants of the Dark Empire could gather. As the veteran Colonel from the Imperial Security Bureau took his seat he carefully listened at the ongoing conversation between a female individual and the Geonosian Archduke.

In addition to the ongoing discussion, Rackham took note of the other delegations present. The Galactic Alliance, the Mandalorian Neo-Crusaders, the Royal Naboo Republic, the Confederacy of Independent Systems and the Sith Order, all factions with a interest in the region circling Geonosis like vultures seeking their piece of the pie considering the value of the planet's military industries. As for the Empire, they had no use for Geonosis, not like they could even make use of it if they tried. The vast distance and the nearby presence of other factions made the prospect of an Imperial-Geonosian Partnership unlikely.

Instead Rackham was simply here to observe and take note of the developments within this diplomatic conference. The sudden amount of interest Geonosis was receiving from every galactic power would inevitably lead to a conflict of interest between factions, one that could spiral out of control into a brutal struggle for the planet, something that could work in the Empire's favor keeping some of it's foes like the Alliance and Neo-Crusaders distracted while they reorganized and rearmed themselves in preparation for their reemergence as a galactic power.

As such, Rackham would remain silent simply observing the proceedings of today's meeting, eager to see how each faction would approach Geonosis in an attempt to gain their favor.

[Tags] | Jack Wright | Serina Calis | Solaina Embarri | Ukvax the Gilded | Delsin Shaw | Xazzex Xivar | Corin Trenor | Drazen Lutris | Darth Morta | Phelixia Skirata | Carduul Akahl | Feydrik Munin | Nova Ka | Solidor Slane | Ilri Mel ​