The Great Reclamation [ Mandalorian Empire Dominion of Mygeeto ]

[Hira Mitsae]

[member="Samuel Graves"] | [member="Danger Arceneau"]

The hologram of Darell Irani winked into existence next to that of the miss Arceneau. Gone was the melancholical tiredness, old eyes and ruffled edges. It seemed that taking a little step back from the main corporate game and focus himself on the more administrative things… had given Irani some time to relax.

"Mister Greaves." the greeting came soon after Danger’s. "As Arceneau said, a pleasure."

He shifted slightly in his seat, his fingers tenting.

"How can InterGalactic Solutions be of service to you?"

Because that’s what it was all about, wasn’t it? Providing a service to the denizens of the Galaxy. Be that giving them weapons of mass destruction or providing them with foodstuffs.

It wasn’t their job to judge.

As long as the credits keep coming in… they would all be happy.

 

[Khia Varad]

Location: Sinsang, Raioballo Sector.
Mission: Secure the landing area, or unsuspecting area.
Clan Vizsla: [member="Runi Verin"] | [member="Nikole Vizsla"] | [member="Ronan Vizsla"]
Other Allies: [member="Mordecai Tal'kyr"] | [member="Ronin Wendigo"] | [member="Tel Ordo"]
NPC Allies: 12 Mandalorian Crusaders from Clan Vizsla
Enemies: The Vanguard of the Jarvashqiine
Post 2/20

Sinsang, good place to fight as any. On arrival, they listened to their clanfather’s speech, short and to the point, good, made her shout twice as loud. “OYA,” and Seka even out did her, getting her knowing glance that she was asking for trouble. You can be frekking sure there’d be some friendly competition going on when they hit dirt, if those twelve voices around her were anything to go by.

Clipped to [member="Zef Halo"]'s Supply Ship.

Moving to their cockpit, dark orange armor on, "were strapping up now, put us where you need us," she nodded to Zef, turning back, but before she left she looked at him, "happy hunting," grinning beneath her visor. If there were no problems they could land with them, but if Zef needed someone surprised on the way, he had that at the press of a button, because...

Given their call to move, psyched up, twelve crusaders strapped tight ready. One of their dozen bodies packed inside a drop pod. Below their ship, metal shaking around them. Who would volunteer to be strapped into these tin metal cans instead of their transports, only the crazy ones. All she saw was Seka’s I told you so grin beneath that smug helmet of hers, but she didn’t care. What better way was there to find honor than getting dropped right into an opportunity for it. Just awaiting that call from [member="Zef Halo"], besides there was no way she was being outdone by her sister today, no way Seka, I can see you looking.

Shaking metal, the twelve braced to their supports, watching that light in their dark, their only signal that ground was rushing up to meet them when their time came. Amber, they were over their target, whatever that was, landing or drop, they were soon going to know!

 

[Malok]

Jeeeeeeeeeeez.

The boss didn't tell me that the karking Queen herself would show up? Are you kidding? What kinda connections did this guy have? Okay. Bearing. As the azure projections came into being, I made absolutely certain to maintain a neutral face. You know the kind: the sort that rookie cops have beaten into them by screaming sergeants. When both of the titanic representatives came into view, I minded my manners. Head dipped outta respect and all that jazz.

"Ms. Arceneau. Mr. Irani." I began, addressing them in that same "professional" tone. "First, allow me to thank you for personally attending to this matter. It's an honor." Points for flattery? Maybe? "To answer your question, my employer has a purchase of two products in mind."

"The first is known as the Immortal. From what he described, this particular model has immense firepower; but is in limited supply. For that reason, he has expressed a desire to purchase three of these ships with the purpose of defending the Empire's trio of core worlds."

"The other is known as the Maladi. This ship, he selected due to the budding state of the Empire's navy. He thought to purchase enough to regularly incorporate it into the fleet's composition."

Alright. The cards were on the table. For one thing, if the boss was able to have literal Titans show up on a holocall, then maybe approval wouldn't be an issue. I doubted that money would be either.

"Does this sound acceptable to you?"

[member="Darell Irani"], [member="Danger Arceneau"]

 

[Zef Halo]

Objective: Unearth the forsaken.
Location: Dantooine Excavation
Allies: [member="Josiah Denko"]
Enemies: N/A
Post: 8

Dantooine.

A planet that held the knowledge of the Jedi for eras before its complete destruction from the Sith. Had Rohlan been younger, he would've still felt a little regret from the loss of the Force. The old Verd knew that the Force was felt strong on Dantooine, he had journeyed here a few times when he was just a Knight. Yet, Rohlan did felt no regret at all, his mind was focused on the excavation before him.

Watching from a makeshift office on top, Rohlan watched the workers of Arakyd Industries, both droids and non-droids, dig through the ground. The goal was to establish a presence of Arakyd Industries on Dantooine, a secret research facility beneath the ground was Rohlan's plan but there was also another goal. Somewhere here, he believed, a certain holocron was located. Abandoned and lost eras ago.

It was time to reclaim it.

For its rightful owners.

 

[Darth Metus]

[ 13 ]

Josiah's rather explosive entry into a new life had not gone without its toll. In the time that followed his crash onto Mygeeto, the Jedi had been extended a multitude of aide by the Mandalorian Empire. He was liberated from Hunters by the Mand'alor's own kin, given medical care, and even offered a place amongst their ranks. In return, he would share his knowledge with the budding Mandalorian Knights — devoid of any Jedi bias, of course. Compared to life on the run from the First Order, this was an offer that Josiah couldn't refuse.

And so, whilst still in the midst of recovering, the Master stood watch on Dantooine. The Empire's efforts stretched far beyond Mygeeto, soon encompassing the fabled Jedi world. Over time, the planet had seen a variety of benign presences — and even the reconstruction of its Enclave. For the sake of a peaceful entrance into Mandalorian rule, the budding nation had agreed not to tamper with their holdings and affairs. However, the rest of the planet was, put simply, "fair game." Thus did the Mand'alor's own corporation begin an excavation project that the wounded Josiah came to attend.

On paper, the project was supposedly a research facility. However, the lead engineer had eluded to something more...something that Josiah would be interested in. As such, born along by a pair of crutches, Josiah made his way over to the aging Verd.

"So, what are we digging for?"

 

[Zef Halo]

Objective: Unearth the forsaken.
Location: Dantooine Excavation
Allies: [member="Josiah Denko"]
Enemies: N/A
Post: 9

The clanking on the steel floor alerted Rohlan of the arrival of an interesting fellow - Josiah Denko, if his memory still served him well. An interesting story brought him in the fold, at least partially, of the Mandalorian Empire. The old Verd had to give it to his nephew - Mand'alor - for being a natural born leader. People followed him. Now, this excavation was indirectly connected with the man on the crutches. Being Force Dead left him with his own experience of judging people - their strength and their weaknesses. Seeing the Jedi once, Rohlan knew that he certainly was strong and had even more potential within him. Mandalore the Reclaimer had later confirmed that.

Hence, this excavation.

The holocron had to found, given to the Jedi and sealing his loyalty to the Mandalorian Empire. The old Verd was not overconfident, he was as composed as he always was and a realist. His age did not come only with drawbacks but also with the gathering of wisdom. Just by looking at the Jedi, Rohlan knew that he easily could've been a reincarnate of the Mandalorian Knights of old. The Chief Engineer just needed to find that holocron. Turning to his guest, Rohlan spoke with his well remembered and known deep voice:

"A piece of knowledge, long lost." With a smile on his face, the old Verd turned to face the injured Jedi. "A knowledge you would find quite interesting."

 

[Darth Metus]

If Josiah was being honest with himself, a small part of him knew that the Mandalorian Empire was a haven. Its leader, Mand'alor the Reclaimer, had been a superior once — Marshal of the Templars a long time ago. Back then, Josiah heard tales of his exploits: of cutting a swath through Hutt Space alongside his Dread Guard and so much more. Perhaps it was the will of the Force that he serve again under this man's banner? Only time would truly tell.

In the meantime, the Jedi offered a polite bow of his head to the aging relative of their mutual superior. Josiah did not know this man, or know of him in the same capacity as the Mand'alor. However, he had picked up his name prior to coming.

"Something that I might find interesting?" he repeated. "Do tell."

He doubted that it was a dozen puff cakes. He seriously doubted it.

[ 14 ]

 

[Zef Halo]

Objective: Unearth the forsaken.
Location: Dantooine Excavation
Allies: [member="Josiah Denko"]
Enemies: N/A
Post: 10

His smile remained as he turned back to watching the excavation continuing with the same pace as before. All seemed to be going by plan for the research facility, yet the holocron was yet to be found. How deep was it ? And how had it gone so deep ? Perhaps Rohlan would find out when it was finally unearthed. Meanwhile, there was a conversation pending for him. A story to tell to the younger fellow beside him, the Verd was satisfied that the man demonstrated curiousity.

"Have you ever heard of the name Dorjander Kace ?"

A simple question that would guide the conversation forward while the digging teams below did their job. Soon, hopefully, they would find what Rohlan was looking for.

 

[Lan Porgata]

Objective: D
Location: Jygat
Meeting with: [member="Ned Rostu"] | [member="Isley Verd"]
Post: 1

Between the weather, which was normally rotten on Mygeeto, and the detours in the flight patterns because of the fighting over Sinsang, Lan was delayed in his trip to the frozen neighboring planet, although the reason for the trip was certainly something to brighten his outlook. The Mandalorian Empire had been working their way forward up the Braxant Run from Bastion through Dubrillion and now to Mygeeto and certainly with sights on Muunilinst next. The prospect of laying within their territory wasn't an altogether unpleasant one, depending on how receptive they could be to the continued autonomy of the InterGalactic Banking Clan.

All his reports so far seemed to point to them having an open mind and a live and let live demeanor. As long as the money could continue to flow in this neck of the woods, Lan was prepared to be a congenial ambassador on behalf of his company's interests. The government of Muunilinst wanted the IGBC to thrive as much as he did. The renewed trust in Muunilinst was good business for everyone. On top of that, a fledging government benefitted greatly from an influx of capital and a positive rating from the banking sectors. This could help jumpstart the ME's growth in more than just territorial expansion.

The shuttle carried him down to the IGBC's corporate offices in Jygat, the spire coated in ice and snow stretching through the gloom reminded him of an icicle, growing the wrong way as though it might drip into the skies. The architecture was unmistakably Muun, but less extravagant than the head office back in Harnaidan.

His small entourage escorted him into the building and he marveled at the efficiency of the Jygat staff, his attention on the finer details. They must have been briefed regarding this visit but their seamless actions would have made him believe they received important guests every day.

Excellent.

The executives of the Mygeeto escorted Lan to the carpet where he was shown into the president of the branch's office. The room reminded him of his own office and it was clear that the other executives chose to emulate him in order to flatter him. A silly notion, really. However, it did make him feel at ease for his meetings.

"Eno, we should be expecting a delegation from the Mandalorian Empire to arrive any moment. Please show them up. And see to it that we are not disturbed."

His assistant, Eno nodded and swept out again as Lan looked out the windows over the snowy town below. 'So much potential in all things, if we only open the doors', he thought to himself.

 

[Danger Arceneau]

[member="Darell Irani"] [member="Samuel Graves"]

Well now that was an interesting proposition.

Danger kept her expression rather cordial; she had decades to keep up appearances and keep her cool. Her bright green eyes would study the representative of the Mandalorian Empire with a half smile, giving a slight nod as if relaying she understood his request. A glance was spared to the holographic representation of Darell upon her desk. They had yet to make contracts outside of the One Sith , so doing so would have to be done very carefully.

They had to be wise about this.

Intergalactic Solutions was moving towards a more neutral stance. But that didn't mean that the One Sith wouldn't be too keen on such a thing. The Trade Federation, however,was a Trade Federation. And they had become what they are now by maintaining neutrality and cordiality.

"The Immortal is certainly within Intergalactic Solutions purview for any future business, Mistah Graves." she began, her voice a honeyed song. Even at her age, she was quite the sight to behold. Bright red hair, bright red lips and a smile that would provoke any sort of titillation.

"However the Maladi class is subject to Arceneau's Shipyards. We may discuss terms for the Immortal, but for the latter, I'm afraid that I have not had that in production for some time." Years actually. Current active Maladi's were maintained of course, but no new ones have been produced.

However, with the right incentive, perhaps that could change.

 

[Malok]

Aight.

Dilemma number one revolved around the second part of the order. First off, the ship wasn't even made by InterGalactic Solutions — but fortunately the person who could make the sell picked up the call. Second, that ship hadn't been made in quite some time. The boss man emphasized that he needed that model to round out the Empire's fleet; and when the boss needs something, I deliver. Paycheck and all that joy.

So. First thing's first, let's get the appetizer outta the way before going after the main course. I gave the Queen of Trade a nod, acknowledging her words, before mulling over an appropriate response.

"Perhaps, if you are willing, we can make an arrangement that will see the Maladi enter production again?" I began, choosing my words carefully. "The Mand'alor has made his desire for this vessel quite clear to me, and as such I do believe quite a variety of things are possible in this regard. I am unaware of your corporation has a pronounced presence in the area, but perhaps this could be a start?"

I didn't want to overstep my boundaries by offering things beyond my authority. However, the potential for a corporation to expand into a wealthy region was...well...money. Hopefully she saw potential in that offer.

"And on the subject of the Immortals, if you are open to this purchase, my employer has authorized me to facilitate payment, pickup, and everything in-between."

[member="Darell Irani"], [member="Danger Arceneau"]

 

[Deneve Verd]

Location;Dantooine
Objective;Puff cake delivery.
Allies; [member="Josiah Denko"]


It wasn't every day that Deneve went out of her way to check the on the well being of someone. Normally she rescued and walked away. But, this particular Jedi had caught her attention when she had to throw him over her shoulder like a sack of potatoes and carry him to the safety of her ship. She had a reason to come there, upon massive digging for facts on this particular male, the Verd woman had found out he had a addiction to a snack she was all too familiar with.


Making her very into the facility, she would set out to find the male, a box holding the treasure she knew he would be able to smell a few feet away. Spotting the male and her great uncle she would incline her head towards her distant kin before extending the box to the male.

"Good to see you up and about. Thought these would speed along your healing.."

 

[Darth Metus]

"Dorjander Kace?"

At first, there was nothing: a blank drawn in light of decades away from the Republic Jedi Order. However, Josiah took a moment to sift through the remnant memories of days long past. When he was but a Padawan, his master had educated him on the fabled world Tython. There he received a rather condensed overview of Jedi history...

"The Mandalorian Knight?"

Just as the recollection wormed its way to the forefront of the Jedi's mind, a rather familiar aroma snuck into his nostrils. Puff cakes? Here? Turning, Josiah eyed the source of the heavenly smell and saw the very woman who had liberated him from the jaws of death.

"I...Thank you so much." he began, taking the box into his hands. "And for saving my life. I'm in your debt."

[ 16 ]

[member="Deneve Verd"], [member="Rohlan"] Verd

 

[Hira Mitsae]

[member="Danger Arceneau"] | [member="Samuel Graves"]
[5]

Irani could feel her eyes on him, even if it was just his holographic representation. They had been working together for years now: inside and outside of InterGalactic Solutions, so he knew exactly what she was concerned about. How would the One Sith react when they found one of their most powerful warships was being sold to a nation outside of their direct jurisdiction?

It was a valid concern, he supposed.

The slaughter at Copero showed the Galaxy what the Sith were capable of when they were being toyed with, but that was a different One Sith.

Today… the giant slept. It had barely won its campaign on Contruum which cut off an entire region of space from the Republic. No, Irani did not share Arceneau’s concern about the One Sith.

"The Immortals… you say they are strictly for defensive purposes only, yes?" In truth Darell did not care all that much what the Mandalorian Empire would do with the Immortals (and the Maladi, but those were outside his jurisdiction anyway), but all in all his personal opinion mattered little here.

It was all about perception.

How would InterGalactic Solutions, the Trade Federation and through those two entities Arceneau Trade and Saiba look like, if this Empire of Mandalorians suddenly used these ships to glass a few worlds that did not want to bend to their expansionary will?

How would that reflect upon them?

That was the question that Irani had to balance against the answer of monetary compensation.

 

[Malok]

Now there was an interesting question.

From what I had heard about the Immortals, they were terrifying. Firepower out the ass. Furthermore, the only nation that had access to them was the One Sith; at least for the moment. However, despite their potential on the battlefield, the Mand'alor had very specifically said what he wanted these ships for.

"That is correct. According to my employer, the Immortals are to be specifically utilized for the defense of our three, core worlds. I'd wager one would be parked within a stone's throw of each."

It made sense: keeping the biggest guns closest to what mattered most.

[member="Darell Irani"], [member="Danger Arceneau"]

[ 17 ]

 

[Deneve Verd]

"No thanks and none of that I'm in your debt crap.. I did what was needed at the time.. Though, if you're going to make a habit of being rescued, you may want to go easy on the sweets.."

A polite nod was given to the male before she turned to her great and uncle and studied him curiously, her left brow arching slightly. "Goodness, we're starting to get on par with the Zambrano's when it comes to family people don't know popping up. " Deneve would mutter under her breath.

Moving forward, she would glance down at the workers for a few long moments before turning once more to her distant kin. "Nice to finally put a face to the name uncle."


[member="Josiah Denko"]. [member="Grim Vizsla"]

 

[Darth Metus]

Did she just call me fat?

The realization dawned on the Jedi as he flipped the lid of the confections box. It gave him pause — a momentary delay before the inevitable occurred. There were no words, nor forces in the Galaxy, strong enough to keep Josiah from munching away on a puff cake. However, that did not mean that he wouldn't do an extra few sit ups later.

"Surely." he said after devouring the first puff cake whole. "There must be some way I can repay you."

[ 18 ]

[member="Deneve Verd"]

 

[Khia Varad]

Location: Sinsang, Raioballo Sector.
Mission: Dropping on their heads.
Clan Vizsla: [member="Runi Verin"] | [member="Nikole Vizsla"] | [member="Ronan Vizsla"]
Other Allies: [member="Mordecai Tal'kyr"] | [member="Ronin Wendigo"] | [member="Tel Ordo"]
NPC Allies: 12 Mandalorian Crusaders from Clan Vizsla
Enemies: The Vanguard of the Jarvashqiine
Post 3/20

Drop Pod Six

Red Lockdown light on.

Their safety straps sealed holding their bodies in place, and her drop pod was away, someone had pressed something, because ground was coming up fast. Sound of rushing air outside, thrusters corrected for a non-too soft landing, “Got a small factory complex outside of the main fight.” Her clan brother shouted out over the noise, “about our size, don’t know were coming... yet.”

Soon as metal hit dirt, the drop pod ramp fell down, safety harnesses came off and they piled out. “By twos,” her brother shouted. Mech-Deru Sith wannabie rejects ahead, honor still to be hers in squashing them. Most of their crusaders had iron rifles out, but she was a walking armory most days, why take one gun when ten would do.

First Mech-Deru that saw them didn’t get much chance to do much else, because they dropped them fast as they moved, working in pairs, this place was butt ugly. Whoever thought taking butt ugly droids, sithing them up some made them better, needed their heads checked.

Both taking their aim moving through machine and half built piece of junk, Seku downed her first one before Khia, “that’s one,” smug as ever. By the sound of whatever was coming inside, she’d have plenty of chance to even her score. First, “ears,” both sisters plugged their ears as Khia’s frag grenade took out whatever these machines were behind them, lighting the factory up while they moved, room to room.

 

[Zef Halo]

Objective: Unearth the forsaken.
Location: Dantooine Excavation
Allies: [member="Josiah Denko"]; [member="Deneve Verd"]
Enemies: N/A
Post: 11


"The Mandalorian Knight indeed." Rohlan confirmed satisfied when he realized that the Jedi had actually known about this person. Not many knew.

The elder Verd would have continued the story had it not been for his grand niece entering the place. She was the one who had taken care of the Jedi besides him personally and apparently she had brought with her some sweets and words about Verd overpopulation and new faces.

Deneve, Mand'alor's daughter, was right.

Sort of.

Certainly, ever since he was stripped from the Force, the former Rogue Master had disappeared. Away from everyone and everything in complete seclusion and isolation. Solitutde is what Rohlan sought during the shock of being Force Dead. A solitutude that would teach him how live again as a person. A person that had no connection to the Force. Roche was his destination, where he spent over 30 years learning about all sorts of technologies from the Verpine. As a child, he showed great aptitude in being a practical person and an inventor. Yet, his strength in the Force had halted that development. Only when he had lost the Force did Rohlan turn to his initial gift.

Now he was back with that knowledge to support the Mandalorian Empire's efforts.

Finally, the Mandalorians had a leader.

"Thank you, dear grandniece." Rohlan simply chuckled. He did not say more about the topic of him resurfacing. "Glad to see that we are showing great hospitality to our friend here. Moreover, there is something deep in the ground here that I would like to enlighten Master Denko with."

 

[Darth Rixas]

Objective: Find friendly company
Locationn: Near Excavation Site
Allies: MEmpire, [member="Josiah Denko"], [member="Deneve Verd"], [member="Rohlan Verd"]
Enemies: YEmpire
Post: 5

Oron rubbed his shaggy head with a slight hint of agitation and wiped the sweat from his forehead before he stood to his feet. He studied the figures on his wrist-mounted screen with a squinted glint. Three blinking dots, allied to the Empire. It'd be a lot easier to learn whom they were if his comms were working but that particular function of his suit was damaged. That, along with other minor inconveniences to his suit were birthed during the battle of Mygeeto, yet he'd yet to have them repaired. People to see, kill, and bury.

He leaned over to pick up his buy'ce and exited the cave he'd used for a camp the night before. As he exited the shade and journeyed into the scorching sun of Dantooine, he slid the buy'ce over his head, watching as various HUD's came to life in the vision of his crimson t-mask. The wind was low, the air dry. The day promised to be hot, and a glance to the sky gave Oron the view of clear blue, not a cloud in sight. Patting his sides and waist, he checked to make sure he hadn't left any of his gear behind and afterwards looked to his portable monitor again, hoping he'd come upon this friendly party sooner rather than later.