Dominion Run to the Hills | NIO Dominion of Baltizaar Hex

[Hunter Blackburn]

Objective: Operation Burrito
Location: Baltizaar | Residential district

What was the life of a semi-retired Galactic Marine like you may ask? Well, Adrial wasn’t your average marine, he was also the owner of 5% Magnus Nutrition, only the best to do supplements in the galaxy. After partnering with THE Gat Tambor and THE Avernus no longer did the soldier have to face the woes of debt, face the horrors of war. All the troubles vanished.

Dancing around in the penthouse apartment, Adrial wore nothing more than a bathrobe that did little to conceal his dignity. The music that came from the floor to ceiling speakers caused the entirety of the penthouse to reverberate. Under one of the behemoth’s arms was a jar of the infamous Palprotein. The other hand stained the color of snow, more of the white dust could be found coating Adrial’s face, a look of sheer ecstasy on the soldiers face.

“I’m in love with Mary Jane,” The Thyrisian started pretending to hold a mic in one hand, his hips moving to the rhythm of the music. “She's my main thing!” Moonwalking towards the balcony windows, Adrial spun all the way around, his robe opening, arms spread as the next verse came from his lips. “She makes me feel all right!”

No sooner than the words having left the warriors lips did his eyes widen as the largest burrito he’d ever seen in his life came hurtling towards his window. “Protein?”

The explosion of the burrito on impact sent the Thyrisian hurtling across the penthouse apartment and into the far wall where a body size imprint was left behind.

DK-03

 

[Del Lovruc]

Location: Baltizaar
Objective: Operation Burrito - Investigate
Tags: DK-03 Hunter Blackburn
Naval Forces:

• 2 Inceptus-class Assault Ship [Siege Tower] [Skytrain] (Landed)
• 2 RDAGx Rapid Deployment Assault Gunship with a platoon of Strike Force troopers

Captain Lovruc continued watching before something else caught his eye. 2 RDAGx Gunships were preparing for take-off with a full compliment of strike force troopers. One of his escort troopers received a transmission and proceeded to speak to the captain. “Sir, a disruption at local settlement has occurred. Lt. Durzag is leading a response team and he was wondering whether you would like to observe, considering your experience.” The captain was first taken by surprise but his expression soon changed to joy. “I will gladly accompany him and his men.” He said attempting to contain his excitement. “I shall recommend him for a promotion due to his wise decision making!” He announced before boarding one of the gunships with his escort. Granting favors to the captain was a good way to get recognized under his command. Something the Lt had obviously realized.

The Gunship lifted off as soon as he stepped aboard and made its way towards the settlement. The Lt soon spoke to give the briefing “Right men. We’ve received reports of a situation regarding NIO personnel and civilians. Reports are hazy but it seems like a trooper riding what was described as a metal burrito has crashed into a few houses.” He said before showing a low quality holoimage of DK-03 riding his burrito. “We’re going to establish a perimeter and restore order if need be. Extracting any injures NIO personnel and civilians isour primary objective. And remember, I’ve asked the Captain to join us so be on your best behavior.” He said before sealing his helmet and giving the troopers a nod before they landed.

“What on earth could cause this much damage” one of the strike troopers asked. Lovruc responded as he picked up a piece of rubble. “Not sure private but it was obviously well constructed. I’d guess some form of highly advanced new weapon created by R&D. Likely took years to piece together.” Lovruc could only guess which scientific genius could’ve created it, probably someone who had spent years in the field. The Lt interrupted his chain of thought. “ Keep focus men. Remember why we’re here” he said before continuing to advance through the rubble. Lovruc continued walking unsure of what else they would find but a naked thyrisian ( Hunter Blackburn ) and a burrito obsessed DK-03 were probably the last things they expected. “What in this unholy universe...” he said as they stumbled upon exactly that.

 

[Ezra D. Tavlar]

METROPOLIS
OBJECTIVE II - PUT FIVE ON IT
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Tyrell Paxxus Lunafreya Solidor Gat Tambor Lucien Dooku Kestus Bralor Darth Argentum Avernus Aerarii Tithe Shute Gunray Otto Blank Agrippa The Hutt Zef Halo​

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Working onboard the Dissident Aggressor was a treat in itself for Ezra, who up until then had never been on board a ship larger than your average Star Destroyer. His current contract had led him out of the Core -- part of the Association's efforts to 'diversify its portfolio' -- and into the heart of the New Imperial Order's domain. Somewhere within the massive vessel was his cousin, or was it his uncle? He didn't remember; that line of the Tavlars were... interesting, to say the least. Sovereign whoever aside, the more average Tavlar with blonde hair was content with preoccupying himself elsewhere on the ship, strolling around the massive vessel with his trusty broom and dustpan combo'd with the bottle of cleaning fluid and pad that was hooked onto his belt.

"I know that I got it if I, do what I gotta do to get by, and they wonder why I never get high, and they wonder why I never get high~"

Headphones in as per the usual, Ezra drowned his attention into the beat thumping in his ears, softly -- or at least it sounded like they with headphones in -- mumbling the words to the song while ignoring the rank-and-file stormtroopers and officers that occasionally glanced in the mumbling Janitor's direction on a spiritual journey to clean up a Super Star Destroyer. Luckily nobody had decided to bother him for his antics, and him being unaware of his voice himself, genuinely had no idea that he was speaking at at least regular volume the whole time the lyrics to the song were being repeated.

Oh well.

For what it was worth, Ezra showed nothing but diligence in the face of the Imperial soldiers that filled the massive ship to the brim. Somehow the dude had managed to walk around the place with a smile, even when he'd done nothing but pick up trash and clean down walls for the past six hours of his shift. Two more hours were left before he was free to head to his quarters, perhaps catch a holoflick and indulge in some half-baked food from he mess hall. Sooner than later the Association would call him back to the Core, and away he'd go, right back to the vessels that he'd been cleaning forever. The Dissident Aggressor was new and fresh in his mind, and Ezra would waste as little time as possible in his quest to explore and clean as much of the vessel as possible. Theoretically it should've been impossible to single-handedly clean a SSD on his own, and while he was certain that the Order also employed those force-damned job-stealing maintenance droids, it was a challenge that he felt obligated to take on.

Whereas a space wizard might find building a lightsaber to be almost mandatory for being a wizard, attempting to clean a SSD on his own was almost mandatory for any organic and professionally-licensed maintenance worker who claimed to be worth their salt. And god dammit, Ezra was definitely worth his salt. He'd clean until after his shift was over if he had to, and once exhaustion had reached its zenith within his bred-for-cleaning exterior, he'd count just how many corridors he had finished altogether. Such was a challenge worthy of a god, and here he was with the rare opportunity to bring a legendary story back to his friends in the Association.

Time was all he needed, and while failure was definitely the endgame, Ezra couldn't help but feel like a kid stuck in a candy store.

 

[Gat Tambor]

// DIRECTOR //: Trade Federation
// OBJECTIVE //: Put 5 on it
// WARLORDS //: Tyrell Paxxus | Lucien Dooku | Boram Predor | Lunafreya Solidor | Kestus Bralor
// THE FED //: Avernus | Agrippa The Hutt | Shute Gunray | Otto Blank | Khonsu Amon | Aerarii Tithe | Zef Halo | Cameron Farwell

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Y U N G _ S K A K O

Once more, Gat Tambor continued to face the music of the combined threat of the Warlords. The adeptness in economic history and verbage was well expected from the Muun, as was given their history in handling these matters with great expertise. What surprised him was the Lady Lunafreya who didn't cede on the assault in the slightest.

"Hmmmm- I must say, Lady Sollidor you do present solid arguments but I do believe you underrate just how much the Trade Federation and its affiliates have invested into the New Imperial Order. Almost one hundred percent of arms production or military contracts of the New Imperial Order are fulfilled by Trade Federation companies. I, myself have been the primary investor to the New Order and this civil war. I have all but severed my ties with the IGBC and the Galactic Alliance in order to assist this war effort and personally oversee the economic proceedings of the New Imperial Order. It is as much my hill to die on as it is yours. Thus, I present to all of you this proposition not out of elementary profiteering but because the analytics suggest it is the proper path. The IGBC has become unreliable as a central banking institution, this I am well aware of in interacting with them as Director of IBED." Gat Tambor iterates.

"Suppose this, should the New Imperial Order take the perceived 'risk' of adopting the Trade Federation Credit, Technoid Manufactorum will forgive all debt accrued in the purchases of its product to this point which believe me, there is a great deal of. Secondly, the Trade Federation will recognize the Bank of JanFathal as one of its official institutions and thirdly the Trade Federation will vow to fund and support a full reconstruction effort to the worlds of Mygeeto, Muunilinst and Scipio." Gat Tambor proposes.

 

[Trajan Fett]

// ALOR'AAN // Sons of Mandalore
// OBJECTIVE // BYOO
// FOCUS // Ra Vizsla

He'd be dishonest to admit that Ra's rhetoric didn't surprise him. Never the less he bared that cold Beskar visage, the familiar face to any adherent to the tenants of the Resol'nare. To his inquiry, it took a few moments of dull silence before Kurze broke it again. The Clan must've been wholly unfamiliar being its role of insignificance in the realm of the Mandalorian Empire and the United Clans. Aside from Tace Kurze , it didn't didn't see much of the light of day, certainly not after the Sith rampaged across Manda'yaim for the final time.

< "I lost those I lived for. My wife, my child. Put to the sword at Hammerfall. Thus, I have everything to die for."> Trajan states solemnly.

<"After that time...I became the hunter, roamed the Galaxy exchanging blood for coin, as one might expect.">

<"Needed some sort've purpose again...so I joined up with this lot, the Imperials."> Trajan admitted.

 

[Dorian Sicarrio]

S W O R D
Rurik Fel Jaeger Harrsk​

So yeah, it didn't work. Spear got stopped, he got roasted, dreams were crushed.

Dorian really needed to find better company. Rurik really didn't show many expressions, and now this cultist guy was clapping back with one sassy 'ok'. Why didn't anyone respond to his quips? To be fair, it'd taken at least a week before he could get Mavia to even crack a smile when he made a joke. Obviously the only course of action was to continue to wear them down until they acknowledged him for the genius speaker that he was.

Alas, the hooded man didn't seem interested in Dorian's words or his spear. Before he even hit the ground he was hit by a second telekinetic blast. Maybe the guy was a one-trick pony like Dorian. It was a weird match up, but maybe this cultist was worth fighting. The armor protected him from the brunt of the attack -- for once, he was grateful he was wearing it -- but still the knight was knocked back, crashing and rolling on the ground.

As ever he was quick to his feet and quicker still to get moving again. With his feet back on solid ground, Dorian sped towards the hooded cultist, scooping up his fallen weapon. "You're right," he said to Rurik, "You're a tough guy to get a laugh out of. Maybe turning this clown into a shish-kebab will put a smile on that metal face." Dorian pushed himself faster, zigzagging to throw off any attempt to push him back again until he circled around to behind the cultist. He stopped and aimed a thrust at the man's back, long enough to get one last quip out.

"Don't try to frighten us with your sorcerer's ways, mister cultist."

 

[Rurik Fel]

// PARABOL ACTUAL //: Imperial Knight Commander
// OBJECTIVE //: By The Sword
// FOCUS //: Dorian Sicarrio | Jaeger Harrsk
// IMPERIAL KNIGHTS //: Errant Varanin | Lambert Vasari | Mavia
Armor | Lightsaber | The Vane | Pistol | Grenades

P A R A B O L

"It very well might." Rurik said, all but placid as his form absorbed the telekinetic blow from Graush. Hefting his lone organic hand up he channeled a burst of lightning toward the face of the marauder before he surged his hand back and lunged the silver blade forward toward the man's abdomen. Seemed Therran was a one trick man, though his proficiency in telekinetics was nigh prodigal, it was still a solitary line of attack and with it, Rurik continued to attempt to close down the distance on the man and strike him down.

"He's not trying to frighten you, that is your own fear speaking. He is the one afraid. He clammors for survival." Rurik remarks to Dorian. The Knight Commander saw nothing but fear in the man's eyes adjacent to him even if it was concealed with the cobalt glow of the corruption of the Bando Gora.

 

[Wilhuff Krieg]

// ALOR'AAN //: Warlord of Krieg
// OBJECTIVE //: Put 5 on it
// ADDRESSING //: Lucien Dooku
// FOCUS //: Boram Predor | Lunafreya Solidor | Lucien Dooku | Avernus | Agrippa The Hutt

The Mandalorian warlord leaned back into his seat with a guise of skepticism concealed by the Beskar helmet which projected the imposing T-visor over his eyes. Ultimately, this was a matter that the Mandalorian enclave within the New Imperial Order could ignore in sheer apathy to the fact it ultimately didn't effect the short term goal of the New Imperial Order. The destruction of the Sith Empire. They'd buy up whatever warfighting implements they'd need, they'd send whoever would march with them to death. The credit of exchange wouldn't change any of that.

What piqued his interest more was how the Warlord of Nirauan Lucien Dooku might carry himself through this exchange. Having postured himself an 'ally' to the Sons of Mandalore and all the Mandalorians in-exile beneath the Order, his voice was one Kestus cared to hear the input of especially after he'd shouldered the grievances of the Sons of Mandalore aside in favor of allowing Lord Skorvek to retain his hold over Erebos.

<"What say you to all this, Prince of Serenno?"> Kestus inquired to Dooku outright.

 

[Ra Vizsla]

Personal Objective

Bando Gora Ceremonial Site

Trajan Fett

Ra's marbled cloak swayed as he paced around the Obelisk once more.

"Hammerfall was a great injustice to our people,"

His emerald visor looked down to the ground at the bodies laid without. "Yet, it is said volcanic ash is the most fertile of soils."

The former Mand'alor moved towards the furthest obelisk from his position, his crimson armor gleaming under the pale misty dust.

"Grown anew, we have,"

He bent down.

"The Imperial Mando'ade."

His hand reached out, tapping the side of the base of the obelisk. The panel began to recede, a treasure below. A holocron emerged from the ruins, clutched tightly in the Mandalorian's grip.

"Stronger, with deadly resolve."

His hand whirred upwards towards the Stormtroopers, motioning to move out and onto the next objective.

"The Sith would do well to fear you, brother. We stand perched atop the shoulders of giants, clutched in the crucible of destined vengeance.

They would do well to fear you, brother.

They would do well to fear us all."

 

[DK-03]

Location: Baltizaar
Objective: Operation Burrito - Investigate
Tags: Hunter Blackburn Del Lovruc

DK-03 sat up, covered in palprotein.

What in the world had just happened?

Okay... backtrack, DK. Think.

Last night.

Stormtroopers gathered, singing songs, surrounded by fans and women. "Another," one roared. DK threw down his mug. "Another!"

Oh god.

DK-03 had gotten very drunk.

"A burrito?" One had asked him. "Yeah, it was beautiful." Soon, a plan concocted, and through it's stages DK-03 fast-forwarded, until the end - the most clear thought in his brain, sitting up in the rubble of the destroyed residential building. A single Stormtrooper, leaning over the table, his blank mask looking DK's blank Darktrooper mask in the eyes.

"Yeah, but what if you like, road it into battle?"

Ah, so that's how he got here.

DK-03 stood up and started to tip-toe out of the rubble and away from the large cratered metal burrito.

 

[Jaeger Harrsk]

"ok-"

The talkative knight thrust but simply stabbed through cloth which fell down as Therran disappeared from sight.

He reappeared atop a terrace of the citadel, lightning flashing over his flesh and a scorching wound across his ribs. Crisped from the steel encased Knight and graced by the blade of the other. Sulfuric eyes flickered in vengeance, hungry for blood.

Graush did not hesitate, silently he called on the Force and exerted murderous pressure upon the two Imperial Knight's organs aiming to collapse their lungs and implode their hearts from inside.

Rurik Fel Dorian Sicarrio

 

[Trajan Fett]

// ALOR'AAN // Sons of Mandalore
// OBJECTIVE // BYOO
// FOCUS // Ra Vizsla

Ra was right, it had taken Trajan long enough to reach this conclusion. The Mandalorians of old, alone were the most tenacious and powerful force the Galaxy had ever seen, sending it rippling to its foundation under the crushing force of its crusade. Now? They were a pathetic creed. Broken and scattered as their homeland was remolded a disgusting malfeasance. New Gratos.

<"No, you're right. We stay our course, the Mando'ade among us will be the reckoning. The vessel of our own vengeance. This is our chance to rebuild, remold ourselves, you're right. The Sith would be right to fear us indeed. For we have nothing to lose at all. Those are the deadliest men in the Galaxy, not those who have all that force power and equipment, but those who don't stand to lose anything when all around them has been rendered to ash."> Trajan states in reply.

<"But what was it that drew you out to fight alongside the Imperials to begin with, brother?"> The Mandalorian inquired curiously.

 

[Lucien Dooku]

M Y M I N D P L A Y I N' T R I C K S O N M E

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Gat Tambor Darth Argentum Lunafreya Solidor Boram Predor Kestus Bralor Avernus

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<"What say you to all this, Prince of Serenno?">

The question signaled in Luc's direction would elicit no visit response or movement at first. Discussions on the establishment of currencies, the movement of wealth, and economics in general, were a part of the day-to-day running of the Order which he'd kept on the back burner after his ascension to the title of Warlord of Nirauan. In truth, there wasn't much for him to contribute in that regard, as the planet itself was the literal and proverbial heart of the Imperial Order, and the governance needed on his behalf was at an all-time minimal, mostly due to the bureaucracy necessary keep the nation from imploding in itself during its long campaign against the Zambrano Empire. When compared to the likes of Avernus of Phadia, Lunafreya Solidor of JanFathal, and even the sly bastard Boram Predor of Veroleem, his position as Warlord was perhaps the less secure of them all, but also one without many clear duties to attend to. It was a scary thought for somebody who sought to cling to power, he'd thought to himself on more than one occasion before.

Luc sought not to cling to power like some starving wolf, nor did he see himself fretting if his position was ripped from his hands and put into another. For what it was worth, where he shirked on the civil side of his duties, Luc made up for it through actions elsewhere, and not words. Through use of the modest Legion and fleet under his command, he'd been a common sight during the Third Imperial Civil War. Whether it was fighting on the front lines or assisting in shoring up the borders, Luc had rightfully earned his title, no matter what some of his peers had thought of him in the time preceding the appointment. He wasn't foolish enough to think himself so secure that his station would remain in his hands forever. Things changed- people changed, and unlike those influential names previously mentioned, Luc still had a long way to go before his skills were all-encompassing.

Yet even with his clear lack of experience when lined up against his Warlord peers elsewhere in the room, there were still a handful of moments where his inquisitiveness, his power of observation, was allowed to thrive in a setting where his words would be looked at with careful consideration. As an equal. To some, atleast.

For others it was possible for his words to be interpreted as dangerous, maybe even seditious during the times when Luc simply didn't care to hold back the true thoughts fleeting off his tongue. He spoke his mind when he wanted, and it was a core part of his principles to speak his mind when asked a question. Now was one of those moments where he'd choose to speak what was exactly on his mind, regardless of how it would be taken by his peers. The Order would get nowhere in the future if it suffered from the same issue of yes-men and group-think which buried the previous renditions of Imperials before them.

Turning towards the man seated next to him, Augustus, Luc would read the veteran dignitary's face as per his usual routine. It was clear to him that Augustus wished for the young Prince to dampen whatever he might say, assuming it was the worse. Eyes rolled away from the man as the beginning of a smirk curled on his lips, his attention returning to Kestus Bralor , the side of his hand pressed into his face as he leaned against the arm of his chair with his elbow.

"For all that we have done as civilizations, as individuals, as sovereign states within this galaxy-- the universe is not stable, and nor is any single thing within it safe from the forever ticking clock of entropy that awaits us all in the end. I guess you can say that currency falls within this same paradox that affects our organic lives just the same. Whether we establish a currency of our own or not, I truly do not care, if I'm being honest. You can say that i'm impartial to the idea, for what I see before me is not a discussion which leads into the proposed benefits for the people of the worlds under our domain. Instead what I hear is the benefits that the proposed currency would have towards further leading us to the goal which brought the majority of us here for in the first place.

That is, the annihilation of the Zambrano Empire and their ilk. I suppose it could be argued that the primary goal of our state would inherently lead to the benefit of the people as well? War is a business, after all. This...Trade Federation, along with the honorable Gat Tambor have been propping up our state, securing our ability to fight the Zambranos' to our hearts content. But to me-- What is important is just how will this adoption affect the little people who I'm somewhat ashamed to say are beneath us? The common workers, the bureaucrats, the elderly and children. Hell, even the vagrants who flock to Nirauan in search of a better life from the hell they've escaped elsewhere fit into this as well."

Luc could see Augustus dipping his head in silence from his peripheral, but still he continued on, intent on sharing his thoughts to those present. Luc made sure to address each and every member within the room, ensuring his eyes met with theirs if possible in order to continue addressing them as the equals which he saw them as.

"Perhaps it's altruistic of me, or even far more forward than my position as Warlord of Nirauan allows. But I truly don't give a damn about this credit, if the proposed benefits will not be seen within each and every one of our territories. For the people. I respect your knowledge and influence, Mr. Tambor, but it is obvious that you have reached the zenith of your power within the galaxy at large. You admit freely that there might be risk to this move, and I commend you for doing so. But to me a risk equates to a price being paid, as well. Somebody will have to pay that price, whether it's in blood, resources or something else."

His eyes centered onto Gat Tambor next, settling upon the Skakoan as the playful facade dissolved away into an impartial gaze.

"You offer concessions in exchange for the security and stability we require to take these risks you ask, and perhaps that does sound good when you think about it. There is no doubt that you are but another great man of extreme power within this pragmatic galaxy we call our home, Mr. Tambor. But like all men of power, when you speak of risks, of prices worth paying, to me that assures one thing is for certain. Someone else will be paying for the decisions that we are making today, and those who will fall into that risk factor will not be among those of us present within this room today."

Luc would allow for enough time for his words to be digested by his peers, his lips curling back into that playful smirk of his as he let off a carefree shrug to close out his statement. "I abstain, either way. Consider my opinion of the matter.. impartial, if you will. I've got much to learn, and a long way to go~"

 

[Ra Vizsla]

Personal Objective

Bando Gora Ceremonial Site

Trajan Fett

The 403rd Legion and the Mando'ade leading them ventured forward for the ceremonial website, the holocron being placed in a cloth sack on Ra's belt. The New Imperial Order made it's way to a massive obsidian gate, Ra walking forth from the company and staring up at it, embraced by the mountainside and cloaked in rubble. His emerald visor enflamed, scanners whirling as the Mandalorian stared forth into the behemoth abyss of the structure. He looked back at Trajan.

"Such a weak people, capable of such greatness."

He stepped forward, presenting the holocron to one of the pedestals at the side of the gate.

The item glowed a bright red, and the gate began to release.

"Why am I here, now?

Cloaked in the crimson red fires of this new Imperial Order?

Duty, Trajan."

Ra stepped forward into the darkness of the structure.

"A duty to the forgotten, the forsaken of our kind. Those who would be cast aside. A calling beyond that of the Clans, beyond even that of Mand'oa or the Manda.

A calling that cannot be ignored.... even when you've tasted death so many times, when you've seen the other side, there are those of us who will stand the watch no matter what the obstacle set before us.

I am here, now, to fulfill that obligation. And to see it through.

My allegiance to the Imperial Order is mutually beneficial. To do so is to cast aside the small, petty views of the Galaxy, and understand there are forces at work here that no one man can fully grasp.

It is who I am, who I have always been. As unchanging as the tide.

...I answer the call."

 

[Rurik Fel]

// PARABOL ACTUAL //: Imperial Knight Commander
// OBJECTIVE //: By The Sword
// FOCUS //: Dorian Sicarrio | Jaeger Harrsk
// IMPERIAL KNIGHTS //: Errant Varanin | Lambert Vasari | Mavia
Armor | Lightsaber | The Vane | Pistol | Grenades

P A R A B O L

The Bando Gora warlord disappeared, leaving the swing of Rurik's silver blade to near dangerously close to Dorian's chest before his cold gaze lingered on the Knight for the spare moment, eventually snapping back in the direction of Graush. An elusive beast, but he'd gone to slay greater foes before, lurching forward toward him again he moved to pull Therran toward him with harsh grasp of the force with his left hand before thrusting the blade forward clutched in his right hand.

"Enough of these games. I'm ending this." Rurik stated coldly. He didn't care to play with his prey any longer.

 

[Darth Argentum]

Objective: Take 5
Gat Tambor Lunafreya Solidor Agrippa The Hutt Lucien Dooku and several others who I can't recall (sorry)

Maro had fully expected Tambor to balk. What he'd proposed was an all-in scenario which few beings would ever commit to. Yet not only did the Trade Federation representative call his bluff, he doubled down. His neutral expression hid the genuine surprise he felt.

He studied the Skakoan as the other warlords chimed in. Tambor was completely serious, he concluded. This man was that confident in his plans. But what was the alternative if the NIO couldn't gain outright victory in their rebellion.

The Muun casually leaned back in his chair. Without being too obvious, he spoke to the Duchess in a low voice for her ears only.

"The offer far exceeds even what I expected. If he's serious, and I believe he is, then we'd be fools to refuse this."

 

[Gat Tambor]

// DIRECTOR //: Trade Federation
// OBJECTIVE //: Put 5 on it
// WARLORDS //: Tyrell Paxxus | Lucien Dooku | Boram Predor | Lunafreya Solidor | Kestus Bralor
// THE FED //: Avernus | Agrippa The Hutt | Shute Gunray | Otto Blank | Khonsu Amon | Aerarii Tithe | Zef Halo | Cameron Farwell

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Y U N G _ S K A K O

The response of the Muun was reassuring, and seemingly enough to placate the silver tongue of Lady Solidor...for now. That was before the old Mandalorian urged Lucien Dooku to speak and then the young Lord took up arms in trying to rip Gat Tambor down from his foundations. To decry him as a mere war profiteer, a powerful man all the while a scum in the Galaxy. Was it...offensive? Perhaps it would be if it wasn't completely factual to a great extent. But even Gat, who was remarkbably self-aware did not see himself as that despicable.

"Hmmmm...you're a bold one, Prince Lucien. I admire that, you'll go very far remaining this way. Point aside you carry concerns that are...just, just in the interests of the people of the New Order. What you fail to realize is that my interests are in the same place as I stated before. I will forgive the debts straining the New Imperial government, debts its people will have to pay. And we will rebuild the worlds that had seen the blight of warfare. " Gat says, tuning his vocoder again to prevent a malfunction.

"The Trade Federation has always looked after its people, providing stable employment and the economic infrastructure to ensure a very high quality of life. These are values which the Trade Federation will continue to espouse, we will undo the damages of the wars that have paralyzed the Galactic economy. Look no further than the Republic Engineering Corporation's slow rebuilding of Coruscant from when it was devestated by the One Sith. In hand with the Galactic Alliance the planet has been restored to its former glory. There is no need to shun us as opportunistic profiteers, for our interests are the same. The more opportunities available, the happier the people. And we come baring opportunity." Gat Tambor offers in argument once more to the Imperial assembly.

 

[Lunafreya Solidor]

O B J E C T I V E | PUT FIVE ON IT
L O C A T I O N | Aggressor
T A G S | Lucien Dooku , Tyrell Paxxus ,
Kestus Bralor, Darth Argentum ,
Agrippa The Hutt , Zef Halo , Avernus ,
Shute Gunray , Otto Blank
T H E M E | Here.
G E A R | Here.​

Improbabilities. Like this room before her keen eyes, filled with two of the worst kind of villainy in the galaxy. On one side she could find warlords, war leaders, warriors and murderers, on the other she could see mobsters, lobbyists, entrepreneurs and philanthropist, the sorts that could pose threat to all the galaxy if they wanted. And yet, in that odd room nothing seemed to matter but the discussion of currency, their very presence right there at that moment was enough to be noticed by the universe, how many lives were being spared from the cold embrace of death? Just by being here, prived of doing what they did best and trapped to discuss about coins. About what they barely used, or cared on those days. How boring and tortuous this was being for those males around her, she couldn't but help to wonder, and she adored that feeling.​

To hear that metallic tone from the Skakoan’s pressure suit delightfully filled with goosebumps almost made her shiver. He spoke nothing that she didn’t already knew by glancing at the fleet right outside the windows, or by reading the guns on their holters signature out loud. By doing it so, the Trade Federation had earned their place at the table, on this and many affairs, enriching from that war rushing throughout the galaxy. The Sith-Imperial Wars, as they were calling it was not a stage for the weak, especially on this particular subject in all warfare.​

Barely did she had enough time to ponder her options, from the other side of the table, Lunafreya could hear the soothing sound filled with concern from Kestus the Mandalorian they called ‘the Shipmaster’. His suggestion was to hear the mind of the prince of Serenno, and the very mention of that name made her clench her index fingertip on the flesh of her thumb. Leaning towards the Muun by her side and whispering in a near-soundless voice.​

“This should be good.”​

Elegantly she remained sat down, her head turned towards the young male speaking. It was curious for her to think how youthful he was even in that moment, with such honesty in his eyes and that natural way of moving, like someone that probably his heart, plain and without any gaming with words. She was envy of him for a moment. Dooku spoke about the common man, about the ones at the bottom, how much would they suffer with that, and as she turned her head, she noticed the way the room looked at him, she doubted anyone in that room had Dooku’s magnetism in the way he spoke. He was elegant and charming, all that a male his young age should be in human standards, thanked the gods she wasn’t and she could almost start thanking it on her knees for their blessing of greed, thankfully no one in that room would follow Dooku’s idealistic views on how the little should always be considered in such weight, and the very thought of that made Lunafreya feel like the most beautiful monster in the galaxy. If not a goddess, perfect and sinful.​

Her approach would have to be rethought, as for much as she would have adored raising her voice about how that offer done by Tambor was agreeable by her, that adorable boy just destroyed that. For that would make her be condemned by others almost immediately on pure nepotism, so a better approach would have to be woven by her. Choosing a sweet-honeyed tone of voice, Lunafreya almost sang with her voice.​

“As our esteemed colleague, so gallantly presented to us. To think about the unthinkable is a admirable trait of his grace, Prince Dooku, such as is mine when trying to assess risks.”, Lunafreya turned herself back to the Trade Federation. “Such as this enterprise can be if proper caution is not taken, a show of good will like I said. Yours is most dearly accepted, Mr. Tambor, now, it’s time for the Trade Federation do the same. Perhaps if our numbers of our counter-offer are too high, we can most certainly go down to… 55% from us to 45% of your part of the losses if this little adventure goes bad.”, Luna glanced her head towards the Muun by her side, twisting the right side of her lips into a small half grim, before returning back to the room. Her tone went up for a moment once again. “All of us are in this together. This war is about giving everything we have. Think of this as assuring all of our futures, side by side we shall face the enemies before us, on the field and on the stocks, and together, the Trade Federation and the New Imperial Order can achieve what you spoke of when you made your offer, we can reach for the stars.", after speaking stars, Lunafreya remained quiet and sat once again, she said her piece and knew that this was the proper course of action. To share the risks, to raise the stakes and to solidify their presence with the galactic powers all around them. ​

 

[Trajan Fett]

// ALOR'AAN //: Sons of Mandalore
// OBJECTIVE //: BYOO
// FOCUS //: Ra Vizsla

He answers the call. There was no single tangible note rung out to unite these wayward warriors, no singular message of a uniting cause to bind them, no. They were bound by duty, bound by the obligation to their forefathers.

<“So it is...”> Trajan sounded in agreement, his gaze trailing up the abandoned ornate obelisk of the Bando Gora. What parallels there were between then and the Mandalorians, the Mandalorians triumphed here. Such was the right of the conquerer, the right of the strong.

<“Did you ever picture this though? To be fighting alongside Imperials? Many of them, the Imperator among them who made sure our home was put to the torch again? Yet now...we fight as allies. I’ve long accepted that but even still...it is...peculiar, to say the least.”> The Mandalorian remarks.

 

[Ra Vizsla]

Personal Objective

Bando Gora Ceremonial Site

Trajan Fett

The darkness of the structure was lit by the lamps of the 403rd. Archaic ruins, ancient symbols delved into the side of the walls of the interior. This was some sort of meeting ground, a bastion, a haven for the Bando Gora. Ra secured the holocron once more and stared around the empty abyss.

Abandoned, by it's people.

Destroyed by an exterior force.

"I do not draw conclusions that the future has already written, brother." He picked up a glowstick, tossing it to the side and staring up at the ornate walls of the structure. "I am a tool, a weapon of the Imperator, as is the Imperator for Manda'yaim. For what purpose, I could not purport to understand. Yet, this is my fate. This is the path before me."

He moved deeper into the structure, waving the 403rd and Trajan to follow.

"Imperials. Rebels. Alliances. Confederates. Sith'ari. Jedi.

Pieces of a puzzle that I did not manifest, nor could comprehend. My people survive, brother. We have always survived.

Whatever Master I serve,

war will forever be my ally,

havoc my vengeance,

and the sword my justice.

I do not mewl over the names of Rulers, vod. I am the Undying, the Immortal, the last Iron Wolf. Death is but a tender memory.

I have seen the final battleground, and I will see it again.

No matter the cause we fight for,

we will all see it again."