Spawn of Lirka
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- Corporation Name: Supernova Productions
- Headquarters: Imynusoph
- Locations: Material Processing Firm operates from Valyrant Prime
- Operations: Ship, Weapon, and Armor Production for Nova Ka and related connections.
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Supernova Productions operates like a shadow stitched into the seams of warzones and smuggler lanes. On paper, it's a boutique weapons design firm—small, specialized, allegedly focused on "custom artisanal arms for private collectors." But in reality, it's a highly questionable firm disguised as a company, a front for illegal weapon development and black-market distribution run under Nova Ka's ruthless oversight.
The heart of the operation lies deep in the husk of a forgotten industrial sector, or perhaps buried in the carved-out belly of a mined-out asteroid—someplace abandoned, off the grid, where oversight doesn't reach. There, retrofitted droid assembly lines churn day and night beside salvaged military-grade fabricators and repurposed shipyard forges. The staff consists of slicers with erased identities, droids stripped of moral protocols, and desperate techs working off debts they'll never pay. Every piece of equipment is either stolen, hacked, or blackmailed into service.
Supernova's weapons aren't built to last—they're built to kill creatively. Plasma rifles with unstable cores, vibroblades that leak paralytic toxins, sonic disruptors that liquefy organs—if a weapon is banned, it's probably on the production line.
Prototypes are churned out constantly, many barely tested before being shoved into the hands of mercenaries or warlords. Field testing happens in real combat zones—Supernova wants results, not paperwork. Whether the testers live or die is irrelevant, so long as the kill count is high.
Distribution is a tangled web of smugglers, bribed customs officers, and falsified manifests for selling weapons in the Unknown and Wild regions of space. Weapons are shipped in crates labeled as mining gear or farming equipment, routed through shell companies that don't exist on most government ledgers. If a shipment gets intercepted, Supernova writes it off without a blink—there's always another route, another buyer, another conflict waiting to be armed.
On the surface, the company presents a respectable face—a pristine office front run by a fabricated "executive director," complete with forged contracts, fake holo-ads, and artificially generated reviews. Nova Ka herself never appears in official records, though the company oddly enough produces some merch from her streaming site. While Nova Ka claims that her streamer merch comes from a different Supernova Productions company, that is simply not true.
Behind closed doors, the most dangerous designs never see open markets. These are the black projects—bleeding-edge weapons meant for Nova's personal collection or offered as dark favors to elites, assassins, or Sith warbands.
RATIONALE
The company was originally a low-tier arms outfit called StellarTech Solutions, one of a dozen forgettable defense contractors floating in obscurity, churning out cheap blaster parts and industrial mining lasers for backwater systems. It was barely solvent, riddled with debt, and teetering on collapse—before Nova discovered it. While the company does take private requests, its production at current is limited.
As was still in her hunt in the Unknown Regions, she found strange weapon caches that several of her opponents seemed to rely upon, all streaming from this unknown company. After one skirmish, she managed to capture a distributor of said weapons, and after ‘convincing’ the man, was taken to the site of the company.
At first she intended to destroy the factory, removing the weapons that her foes would be using against her, but then she found something.
In a corner of the factory floor, someone had been prototyping a failed military contract—an experimental plasma weapon with too much power and too little safety. Dangerous, unstable, inefficient. But brilliant. It wasn't polished—it was raw potential. Something clicked in her mind. She didn't just want the target dead anymore. She wanted the forge.
Instead of walking away with a corpse, Nova made the remaining board of directors a simple offer: hand over the company, or become test subjects. Half fled. The other half resisted. They were dead within the hour.
She took their keys, seized their assets, rewrote the company's charter, and painted a new name over the smoldering ruins of the executive wing: Supernova Productions. When she rejoined with her mother, Lirka, Nova used access to new funding to expand the production of the company, and sets to arm and equip a new generation of soldiers for the House of Ka.
Since then, the company has transformed from a forgotten contractor into a questionable arms distributor.