The Galactic Alliance: Trade makes the 'Verse go round - Sullust

[Danger Arceneau]

O U T E R R I M T E R R I T O R I E S
B R E M A S E C T O R
S U L L U S T S Y S T E M


Things were starting to move along. Stratus Sphere was being quickly taken down by the combined forces of the Trade Conglomerate and her allies. However, they were not the only naval force that were giving it to the would be pirate warlords.

A new force to be reckoned with would arrive with that of the Alliance. A loose collection of worlds led by a triumvirate determined to set things right.

Among those were one of the Sullustan's own, the newly voted Chief of State Caita Xan who represents the people of the GA.

Caita Xan is a 29 year old Sullustan female. Having previously held positions overseeing the sullustan foreign affairs department, as well as a four year stint being the minister for defence, she has a wealth of political experience. She's often loud and outspoken and the local media are big supporters of her nature. She looks down upon much younger politicians, and believes all should spend the time in junior positions before being given a portfolio to manage.

It was for this very reason that the Chief of State was opening the doors of Sullust to those who were itching for expansion, to set up shop in the underground biomes of Sullust. In this way, the encouragement of trade and economy would prosper, ensuring an influx of tax paying citizens that will fuel the combined force of defense for the new Alliance worlds. Arceneau Trade Company was one of the first companies to be used for the betterment of the Galactic Alliance in supplying items for them and the New Jedi Order.

Sitting in the Arceneau Trade Company trade station orbiting Sullust, Danger Arceneau had come to ensure that the maintenance and repairs to her fuel and trade station were under way. There were four Maladi's in orbit, a small defensive fleet for the station's protection. Along with that were the combined fleets of the Alliance worlds.

All companies that were desiring to expand on Sullust were slowly exiting hyperspace. Within the next coming weeks, Sullust would become a booming trade centre of the Mid Rim.

​

 

[Mya Jesel]

Trade was coming to Sullust via the Galactic Alliance, and Mya was going to try and get some of those credits funneled towards Susefvi business and industries. They had agriculture. They had mining. They had manufacturing, nothing on the galactic scale, but it was something. They just had to draw people towards them, which was difficult since they were so far out from anywhere. That was why she was here. Convince businesses to invest in Susefvi as a way of convincing the legislature and president to opt to join the Alliance through its visible economic benefits. The defense treaties would help as well, but the government would have to see they would gain more than they would pay.

She strode through the trade station. That Arceneau woman was something else. She had built up the largest trade empire that dwarfed several galactic governments. If she could be convinced to invest in the Suarbi system if they joined the Galactic Alliance, that would be incredibly beneficial. The problem would be convincing her. They were out of the way, not a sector power, and at the moment, in a rather questionable position, being not far from Vitae alliance border. Hopefully they wouldn't move to impose themselves on the system. That would be unfortunate.

She paused to let others pass by and considered what she had next to do. What steps could she take to accomplish her goals?

 

[Jaster Awaud]

Sullust was the gateway to the Conglomerate, beside a small handful of trade routes, the Conglomerate was a independent organization. As the Omega Prys powers were failing, trade was easy to get away with, no tax, no officals to reprimand his captains, the NET Gain was in the billions. However, his ill gotten gain was now in jeopardy with a new goverment coming to power. With his Unknown Region Hyperlane still in development, if they so felt it, his organization could be cut off from the Galaxy. Yet his organizations, along with the ATC were heroes to many of the Sullustans who were raided by the Pirates, Stratus Sphere. His fleets and soldiers were the first boots on the ground that featured the large criminal organization, and turned them into the small segregated gangs they were now.

He was here now to speak with their goverment officals and determined to find a peaceful and possibly gaining full agreement with thei new government. He arrived to the Trade Station in his newly made Admiralty Uniform along with his pet Tomo on his shoulder. He felt he needed to be more dressy them his normal dark trench coat he wore to business meetings. He was here to represent the Conglomerate in its glory, not its shady dealings in the dark. He arrived to the meeting place where he saw [member="Mya Jesel"] and Conglomerate Ally [member="Danger Arceneau"]. After some time when his Executive Chairwomen Nastassia brought the women into the fold, Jaster didn't much trust his direct competition, but the Galaxy was in a time of Cold War, and there was enough credits to go around so he let it go. Now though, she had much to gain if the Conglomerate were severed from the Galaxy, it would be interesting to see how this went.

 

[Jsc]

Arceneau Trade Company Trade Station
Orbit around Sullust

The Commander of Robert's Rangers PMC leaned against the bar and let the small creature order his drinks from atop his chair. How tiny these Sullustian creatures were. Jumping and bobbing about like little hamsters at play. Such an active species. Always tinkering. Roberts leaned away again as the patron grabbed his order and spun around. Happy as could be.

"Roberts! Hey ho. Fancy finding you on a ATC station. So? What's up?"

Bridger Collins. Smuggler on the Rimma and one of her favorite peoples. Karen smiled and shifted in seat at the bar,

"Well well. I didn't know if you'd show or not Collins? You never returned my call."

"Ah. Old phone is slowly dying. You know how it is. Sorry about that."

"How's the fam?"

"Good good. Dog's doing fine and my fish tank is full to bursting. Hammy says hi too. She's still pretty busy."

Karen and Collins. Talking shop, ordering drinks, and catching up about old times. They'd talk business and trade, mercenary work and Omega contracts. Minerals, materials, and R&D too. Just too heroes making the most of this crazy situation. Business, as usual. All the while the station hummed and sparked to life around them. Getting fitted for repairs and prepped for a long day of diplomacy, no doubt. Busy busy busy, little bees. Just the way Danger liked it.

...

"So? You still haven't told me why you wanted to met me all the way out here?"

"For shame Bridger. I came to see if you knew of any contracts in the works. For my people back on Prosperity. The rumors are quite particular, ya know."

"Oh. Right. You mean about me signing up some of your colonists to come out here and fight for the newest political Alliance in the galaxy?"

"Uh huh."

"...All true."

Karen frowned and shook her head with a sigh. Blarg! What was a good mercenary to do for company around here! He laughed at her somber face. Kinda had a feeling that's how she'd feel about it.

"Relax Roberts. It's legit. Old boy Starchasers even in on it. You remember that rebel, eh?"

"Yes. The pilot. Baby daddy man."

"What?"

"Nothing. He's got kids. That's all."

"Pfft. Who doesn't? I think I've fostered a brood around here somewhere too. Ya know. Maybe?"

She waved away the comment and leaned deeper against the bar. Watching the workmen pass by and doing their thing.

"These people are my lifeblood Bridger. You can't just go around recruiting good people to fight the next "ever-ending war" all the way down here. Where's the future in that? You know this."

"Oh come on Blue. Look around. The Sith are smashing heads like crazy while me an you are busy just making money off the mash up. Is that really what you want from the universe? Babysitting a colony of sour alcoholics while the real fight just passes us by. Come on. You fought for something once. Remember?"

"Is that what this is Bridger. You're a patriot now? The smuggler who couldn't stand Omega is now a firm... What? Sullustian rebel rouser? Oh please. Don't lecture me. I've killed enough Sith for two lifetimes. Three."

"Yeah well. Those colony boys ain't. And they want a shot at the big times. The Galactic Alliance. That's the name. And darn right I'm a patriot. You think losing Corellia to those Sith camal touchers is easy? Ha! I've fought a few patrols myself, in my time. Just ask Jorus Merrill."

"You've never met Jorus Merrill, Bridger. Stow it."

"Now look. You listen to me you sassy Jedi fetch. I might never have met The Captain but I darn sure ain't gonna stand here and believe you are any better. He was a mover and shaker, lady. And you know it. He wouldn't have sat around on his butt while the real heroes of this galaxy got up and did something. Huh."

"I fight to protect these people Bridger. I fight to stop more Realm breaches like that rapture from happening ever again. I'm bigger than just another SIth war. The Jedi are..."

"What Jedi? Huh. What Jedi? You ain't no Jedi sister. Never have been. Never will be. ...And ya know what? I used to like that about you. Now. Pfft. ...Your just another preacher without a book. No. Maybe you are a Jedi now. Cause all I ever hear is talk."

He slammed his drink down the bar and scowled. Making the fire behind Karen's eyes grow with every word he spoke. Still she didn't reply. Had to calm down, had to shoot back. Had to think of something witty to say. Collins nodded his head and stood up. He was done with this business arrangement for today,

"Yeah. That's what I thought. ...You want a business contract. I got a business contract. It's right here. Happening right before your very eyes. This Alliance is going places and they might even need your help. So if you're looking for some good old-fashioned mercenary work for that tiny company of yours? There it is. Right there. Ripe for the pickings."

He feathered his jacket and paid the bar man. Turning around with one last thing to say,

"One day Roberts you're going to have wake up and smell the coffee. It wasn't the Celestials that built this galaxy. It was us. The people. And you about better decide which side of that magical line you're on. Cause sooner or later, even the Gods have to make a choice. Whether to fight the Darkside or to buckle down and die underneath it."

He took two steps back and held his hands high in the air,

"...Waiting on you sister. ...Waiting on you."

She heard a crack in the glass and looked down to the drink in her hand. She'd been so angry she cracked the poor glass in two. Roberts let Collins take his leave and filter out into the station's crowd. She'd gotten the meeting she'd wanted. Just not the conversation she'd asked for. Dusting off her glove and sighing to herself. She couldn't help but feel that what Collins had said was right. Corellia was gone. Akala was dead. And there wasn't a darn thing she could do to stop it from happening again either. Maybe all this searching for the Dagger of +1 God Slaying really was crazy.

She turned her head and looked out into the stars beyond the transparent station's glass. Mm. Yeah. The sign on her ship still read: Robert's Rangers PMC. Heh. Well. Maybe it really was time to do something that mattered.

Maybe it was time to get her company back in this fight.

 

[Danger Arceneau]

[member="Karen Roberts"] [member="Jaster of Clan Awaud"] [member="Jaster of Clan Awaud"] (General Tagging! Feel free to do your own thing, but if you want to interact, feel free to on the trade station with me, with others, or NPC's!)

There was much to do on Sullust. The underground biomes were an interesting environment to work with. Stratus Sphere had made things difficult, being the warmongers that they were, but things were looking up. The work that the Trade Conglomerate had made Stratus Sphere quick work with the rest of the help that came with.

There were still some stragglers, but that didn't mean that ensuring the safety of the trade corridor should be put to the side. For now, she knew that Salacia Consolidated was working on thermal energy. What with their joint projects, she was keen on helping Judah Dashiell on that venture. There was also the desire to really expand on the Trade and fuel station, perhaps make it into something more.

Who knew who else had the same thought? Maybe she would find out.

 

[Ilias Nytrau]

'Always in motion is the future', a Jedi once said - Kelly Johnathan Perris, the new chief executive officer of Incom Corporation, felt that phrase resonate within his thoughts, and it went further: the galactic landscape is always shifting. It had been not too long since the message arrived, informing him that Alyesa Organa, fellow Alderaanian and now-former CEO of Incom, was passing the position and company on to him and intending to step away from life itself; not too long since he had arrived on Eriadu, where he had been informed the new offices for the corporation were being set up; not too long that he had been adjusting the workings of his mind to deal with a battle and a command position that were so starkly different from what he had become accustomed to as a career fighter pilot, when a new something came into his sight-line:

The Galactic Alliance.

He may well have been dealing with an uncomfortable lot of shellshock, but he knew when life was dropping the good stuff in his lap. The 'good guys' and the company he now stood as the face of had a shared history: Incom was and always would be a partner of those that stood up to, fought, and banished the darkness, its fighter craft a symbol of their efforts and victories... and it was darker, now more than ever, as he found when looking to where those that championed the good and the Light had set up and made home. To have word of a galactic alliance sneak into his ear, an attempt at pulling the disparate elements of goodness and freedom together, he knew it was as good a place to start as any. A better place than most to begin making his mark on the galaxy as the face of one of its oldest corporations. This was what drew him to Sullust. Well, and the open invite got credit for some of it, too. It also was a no-brainer given that Sullust was next door, and what did neighbours do? Greet each other, of course.

That, and he'd gotten wind of there being a girl-next-door:

[member="Danger Arceneau"]

Icing on the cake, without a doubt (can I get a cup of sugar?), and the woman was the first to land on his list of people to shake hands with, once he had found a moment to make a list. Prior to that, [member="Sasha Santhe"] had already been the first to see him in this position he'd had set on his shoulders. Heck, she had been witness to his reception of the news. An errant thought wandered off into curiosity as to whether Miss Santhe would be here at all, but was reigned in and stashed away as soon as he docked at the station, going on to the matter of finding the mistress of the station, and setting about grabbing the attention of one that could point him in the right direction...

 

[Jsc]

ATC Trade Station
w [member="Kelly Perris"]

Directions she could do. He was Incom, after all,

"Mr Perris. Welcome to Sullust. I'm Karen Roberts of the RnR PMC Denon. It's wonderful to make your acquaintance. How do you do."

Karen dressed in casual browns, her armor at home, approached the executive for a handshake. Smiling and strong of spirit.

"Well. It appears we are both looking for Ms Arceneau today. Grand. And lucky for us! She's just upstairs. ...So, shall we? It's just this way. We can walk and talk as we go. Charmed, I'm sure."

Strong and powerful, Roberts walked with a firm stride. Smiling and bubbly. Her voice, her posture. Everything about her said, 'This is business Kelly and I'm here to stay.' A born leader who didn't take no for an answer. Perris probably knew the type. Even among mercenaries. Well. Hopefully he knew what he was getting into?

Because he'd just walked right into it.

 

[Ilias Nytrau]

Location: Arceneau Trade Company Trade Station
With: [member="Karen Roberts"]
Other Tags: [member="Danger Arceneau"]

A handshake. Handshakes he could do.

"Unexpected, but a pleasure nonetheless, Miss Roberts," he had said, "I'm alright, thanks."

He hadn't known who she was, but she sure appeared to know him; it goes with the territory. It wouldn't be long before his personal life was no longer personal, if that hadn't occurred already. A thin smile was given, any gaiety relegated to the eyes. Yes, he knew the type - only one type of many - and he wasn't certain how he felt about the bubbly, but he was cordial, nonetheless.

"Lead on, then," he insisted, gesturing on ahead, "please," and the hand returned to the pocket as he began to walk along with her, provoking a bit of conversation, as suggested: "So, Denon? Must be real comfortable, snuggling that close to the warlock party."

Casual. Real casual.

 

[Isis Varida]

This call was amazing and Isis sat back in the seat of her ship while they were heading down, the carrack served a purpose in getting her here and she was hoping greatly to make some contracts while she was letting her attention go to the world on the sensors. She was heading in while she straightened her outfits collar before preparing to meet with some of them. She had the new IEP and fast swift class for delivering large fast strikes. She moved to the shuttle with two Liran escorts and she had her forearm datapad with palm holo projector. She sent a message well Danger was here... and Danger was a great one to trust for getting things setup and making it a nice place to be for business. "Well Tasha this should be fun."

 

[Danger Arceneau]

Location: Arceneau Trade Company Trade Station
With: This pretty epic view of Sullust!
Other Tags: [member="Kelly Perris"] [member="Karen Roberts"]


The Trade Station was in full swing. One thing about Arceneau Trade is that it didn't just deal with the goods of ATC, but also Browncoat Arms and Industrial, BlastTech, Pharma Tech, Mara Tibx and Fuels, Mohc Extractives, and Haven Shipyards. This didn't even include the other products that ATC would trade through the Southern Systems Business Bazaar.

Santhe, CEC, MandalMotors, AEL, Silk... these were just some of the many contracts that the Bazaar dealt with in terms of shipping their goods and sending them from one side of the verse to the next. Trade was her game, as was making friends.

And having those friends make friends.

Networking is what was the bread and butter for the Trade Queen, and if she could help out anyone in expanding on Sullust with the Galactic Alliance, it was all right by her.

After all this was about a system. The system called reciprocity.

"We will start the surveys with Mohc and MaraTibx in a bit." came the informative voice of Aeri, her personal assistant. They were walking across the observation deck, Aeri taking notes of areas Danger would like to improve upon on the station itself. But along that, came the small updates on the geographical survey of Sullust itself.

A nod came next.

"Good, send the results to [member="Judah Dashiell"]... I reckon he'd be keen on have the readouts."

 

[Jsc]

Reciprocity
w [member="Danger Arceneau"] , [member="Kelly Perris"]

Roberts walked like she was leading. Turning and nodding to Perris as he commented,

"Warlocks everywhere. I agree. Though, it's the cooking that keeps me nearby. Ever had a fish taco out from Denonite food stand near Burma? Mmm. Now that's more magic than ever a Jedi could conjure."

She turned the hallway as the they escaped the quick-lift. Observation deck ho,

"I love your ships by the way. Incom's birds are beautiful and quick. Just the thing for old warbirds like me. Heh. ...You do good work Mr Perris."

The strange woman stopped to motion with her arm. Danger was just beyond walking the deck. Perfect time for an audience. Karen smirked and gave a nod,

"Well. Your lead now Mr Perris. Introduce me, would you?"

 

[Matsu Ike]

This was a chance sh had been waiting for well mostly, providing lightside weapons was something that might be needed and she did have need of [member="Danger Arceneau"] for something she had before setting up the small display case for things that could work with them. The equipment she had been able to setup and mass produce for Willa's ranger's as well as anti saber and force augmentation equipment. The trade station was right there in view of the exploration vessel before she secured her robes and the small pieces of equipment before she was heading towards the docking port of the ship to present her wares.

 

[Judah Dashiell]

Location : Arceneau Trade Station
Objective : Meet & Greet, Expand Business
Tags : [member="Danger Arceneau"] , [member="Anyone Else"](Dont be shy now)




It seemed Judah was arriving a little late to the party. A high number of vessels were already taken up the berths surrounding the space station. He managed to squeeze into a docking space and hurry off the airlock into the station. In typical Arceneau Trade Style, it was grand. Breathtaking. The entire planet of Sullust seemed to fill every viewport along his path.


Comlink chirped with a notification. Word from Arceneau Trade representatives on the planetary scans. Judah could make out only a bit of the technical data. As he walked, the communication was sent off to his top researchers back at Salacia Consolidated. They should be able to break down the information better for him.


Sliding the comlink back into the breast pocket on his suit jacket, he nearly collided with a support post. A small chuckle and a shake of his head before continuing on his way. Wasn't hard to determine the meeting spot. It was already filled with business sentients of all shapes and sizes.


Adjusting his tie, Judah shook hands with the first person he came upon.


"Judah Dashiell, Salacia Consolidated. Seems Miss Arceneau never stops doing anything less than grand, eh?"

 

[Ilias Nytrau]

Location: Arceneau Trade Company Trade Station
With: [member="Karen Roberts"] | [member="Judah Dashiell"]
Other Tags: [member="Danger Arceneau"]

"Well, I'm just the face. Those accolades go to the engineers, test pilots, and other staff, but thank you, nonetheless."

His smile became a little less thin, adopting a slight curve as he spotted their quarry upon the woman being pointed out, just as another man approached.

"In a moment, Miss Roberts," he said, tone shushed, "a moment."

Another handshake. Another new face, one less bubbly, and one he recognized from the time spent thus far familiarizing himself with the portfolios of other companies. He wasn't at a complete loss coming into this - Lessa had talked of other companies and their faces from time to time, when it was relevant.

"It's a fantastic first impression, Mr. Dashiell," he said, accepting that proffered hand, "Kelly Perris, Incom Corporation. We were just on our way to see Miss Arceneau, ourselves."

He glanced to the woman who had lead him this far into the station.

"Isn't that right, Miss Roberts?"

Connections, connections, and more connections.

 

[Jsc]

The Three Cs
w [member="Danger Arceneau"] , [member="Kelly Perris"] , [member="Judah Dashiell"]

"Very." Karen smiled as Judah approached, "Karen Roberts. RnR PMC Denon. Nice to meet you."

She placed her hands on her hips and raised her chin. Tall. Chest against the wind. Always ready. Always able. Oh no. Don't be fooled by her amber smile. Roberts didn't stand on floors like most men did. She stood on mountains. Head amidst the clouds. With eyes to see. Tall and firm and regal. Oh yes. It took something more than gravity to tie this woman down. Always had and probably always would.

She let the boys talk now. Her gaze was to the window and beyond.

 

[Jaster Awaud]

Location: ATC Trade Station
With:[member="Danger Arceneau"]
Tags:[member="Karen Roberts"][member="Matsu Ike"] [member="Judah Dashiell"] [member="Kelly Perris"]

Jaster was one of the first to arrive, and staring over the planet he finally realized how possible the threat and opportunity was here. Some big names he heard were in attends, and to spread his Trade to the far corners of the Galaxy he needed to make more buisness contracts. His private company, Umbrella Interest was the driving force behind the trade network of the Conglomerate. He stood quietly as Danger approached him silently, he was thinking of all the money he drowned in this planet. It was a good investment, protecting his only cheap link to the rest of the Galaxy, and where he spent millions in protecting the planet, he recieved billions in revenue. Now he was to face this new coalition of trifling nations as they set up shop on this planet.

He looked over to his pet Romo, he thought to himself, as he stood here on another companies trade station, he was loosing what little grip he had on this region. The new Alliance Goverment was taking the show, but he had to show he still had some control. The negosiation between his organization and the GA could shift the power scales for the both of them, or it could lead to a much larger conflict. Jasters organization made the majority of their money in the threat of war, then war itself. Arms Dealing, Droid Assistance, and Ship Trades were on the rise as everyone wanted the upper hand. The Trade Conglomerate though small, was shifting from the Neutral Civilian Sector to the new National Sector, where the Market was make or break. As Viceroy, he had to push hard for the negosiation to be in favor of his organization if not for the both of them.

These thoughts were rushing into his head that he didn't notice the room was getting fuller of other representatives from other companies. Unfortunately Jaster had yet to know even one of them. Even the faces, excluding Danger, were all foreign to him, and that didn't sit right for him. He was going into this conversation blind, but none the less going into the conversation as it was buisness as useral of the Viceroy.

 

[Judah Dashiell]

[member="Karen Roberts"] | [member="Jaster of Clan Awaud"] | [member="Matsu Ike"] | [member="Kelly Perris"] | [member="Danger Arceneau"]
Arceneau Trade Center - Sullust



"I can't say I've seen your face around, but a pleasure either way Miss Roberts."


The woman had turned to look out at the planet filling their viewport. Judah took that as a signal to move along to the next person, or back to the face of Incom Corporation. Naturally, he knew their products first hand. Especially the X-Wings. He'd been in enough of them to choke a nerf.


"I can say I've got first hand experience with your products Mr.Perris. I'm looking forward to see what improvements you'll be bringing. Although, I can say I am a collector of the old as well. Can't forget where we came from after all."

 

[Danger Arceneau]

Location: [background=#232323]Arceneau Trade Company Trade Station[/background]
With: [background=#232323]This pretty epic view of Sullust! [/background][member="Jaster of Clan Awaud"]
Other Tags: [member="Judah Dashiell"] [member="Karen Roberts"] [member="Kelly Perris"] [member="Matsu Ike"]


"Visroy Awaud," the southern husky drawl of Danger Arceneau went floating across the observation deck, the soft and steady tattoo of her heels following in her wake.

Bright green eyes, full curves, and a charming red lipped smile went floating over towards the tall, rugged skinned Mandalorian of Clan Awaud. Aeri was just a few feet behind her, her Zeltron assistant. Closing the distance between she and he, Danger extended her hand out in greeting, a smile of welcome in her hand.

"It is a pleasure to see a representative of the Trade Conglomerate here a my humble station." humble was putting it lightly, but Arceneau Trade had this particular station set up a while back at the prime of The Omega Protectorate era. With Sullust being in between two hyperlanes routes, there was a rhyme and reason on why she had this set up. And why she had been quick to assist the Trade Conglomerate with defending Sullust.

 

[Ilias Nytrau]

Location: Arceneau Trade Company Trade Station
With: [member="Judah Dashiell"]
Other Tags: [member="Danger Arceneau"] | [member="Karen Roberts"] | [member="Jaster of Clan Awaud"]

"I've much the same experience, myself," he said, "was a front-line X-Wing jock since... well, since most of the faces I see here were learning to read, I'd wager."

He chuckled, then settled into an easy calm.

"Flew the same bird for as long as I could get away with it, and I still have 'er. Older than me, that girl. Restored her with my father, when I was a kid."

Fond memories.

"I'm with you, Dashiell. Never forget," and his eyes wandered away to make sure his real quarry hadn't wandered out-of-sight, then returned to the man in front of him, "Now, I've got to head on and get acquainted with our host. Maybe you show me that collection of yours, sometime."

He gave Judah a short tip of his head, stepping away to collect Miss Roberts, and heading over to Miss Arceneau with her in tow.

"You wanted an introduction, Roberts?"

Thus he stepped forward to interject himself into the attentions of Miss ATC, herself, just as she went to talk to someone else, a... face, another face, he was unfamiliar with.

"Well, another moment, it seems."

 

[Siobhan Kerrigan]

Location: Docking at Trade Station. In other words, where everyone else is!
With: Err...probably [member="Judah Dashiell"], [member="Danger Arceneau"], [member="Kelly Perris"], [member="Karen Roberts"]


Sullust. Such a lovely planet. Well, actually it was terribly volcanic and all that, which made it less than inviting. However, the planet was rich in minerals and famed for its shipyards, which was had attracted commerce over the ages, along with its position on the Rimma Trade Route.


Not so long ago, during the somewhat bizarre Netherworld event, the planet had come under the assault of the monstrous Klaxxi, though Eldorai soldiers had come to the rescue after receiving a plea for help from Master [member="Coryth Elaris"]. Siobhan could not help feel a certain sense of nostalgia when she looked out of the viewing port on the planet below while her shuttle docked at the Trade Station. Way back when she had been Exarch Sullust had been one of the many planets under her domain.


She pushed these thoughts out of the airlock. The Omega Protectorate was no more and frankly far she did not miss it at all. Truth be told, she was a lot happier as Vice President of Firemane. Her comlink chirped with a notification, informing her about the latest mineral surveys on the planetoid and that the gathering was business honchos was already in progress. Switching off the comm she quickly boarded the station as the shuttle docked. Beautifully dressed as usual in an elegant maroon skirtsuit and leather boots, hand lightly gripping an elaborate cane, she entered the meeting area. Wherever that was.