Time is Beskar (Primeval Dominion of Echoy'la)

[Cira Cat]

[member="Chen"]
Arceneau Trade Company
Merchant Fleet Arceneau Trade, Browncoat Industries, PharmaTech
Echoyla Space

And that was that.

There was no kidding Captain Merai. Not with shots being fired.

"Shields up and ready weapons for defense," the Captain would tell her crew. A fleet wide alert would ring across the entire merchant fleet.

"Contact Miz Arceneau."

And the call was made.

Finally, the woman would lay her attention upon the Chiss's image

"Administer Chen, I think it is time we spoke plainly." there was a hardening to her voice. "This is not a humanitarian mission. What is your purpose here?"

It wouldn't be long before the Trade Queen would be debriefed about the situation...

 

[thegreatbeyonder]

Another one to help? Chen chuckled to herself, the Chiss businesswoman was becoming far too comfortable being the armchair commander. Finished going over documentation she walked over to the intercom device, "We need help detaining the miners and taking care of the resistance. Our cover story is Humanitarian aid, we don't need any disruptions to attract the suspicion of that trade fleet.", she said to [member="Jentara Vel"] who offered her assistance.

Going back to what she was doing earlier, Chen noticed that the amount of mining activity on the moon's surface had skyrocketed at a considerable rate. Measuring the signatures one could suggest that at least three or four teams were conducting operations. It was fairly obvious it wasn't the miners themselves acting alone but Sith -- perhaps even Primeval -- leaders who were interested in laying stake to a claim on the System's true value, Beskar. For her this resource meant nothing, the Chiss was only here by orders of her benefactors who really gave her little say on the matter despite what her personal thoughts may be. Why did anyone listen to her in the first place? Who knew, but it wasn't a hidden fact that she was little more than tolerated for reasons beyond her current understanding. Oh well.

We're being hailed again? The captain wondered, "Chen you might want to respond to this."

The administrator sighed, "I've already explained my purposes. By aiding the Mandalorian refugees I intend to make an economic deal that previously would've been out of my reach.", she responded. [member="Danger Arceneau"]

 

[Via Dolorosa]

Objective: Eliminate the Resistance​

NPC: Kieran "Tag" Merrik​

Allies: [member="Jentara Vel"]​

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She couldn't shake the thought from her mind on how the man she resembled her former Jedi Master. Perhaps it was just a coincidence they looked alike or maybe it was a side effect from her time in that awful place. Either way she needed to focus on the here and now. A clouded mind at this pointe would get her killed or worse, Tag. They left the scene behind making their way toward the mines. Perhaps they could assist them and kill the opposition along the way.

Suddenly and without warning her comlink chirped and a voice she never heard before came through it. "To any Primevals, this is Ci - Jentara Vel, Emeritus Industries. I received a message that you required assistance with the acquisition of this world, and am here to assist in whatever capacity I can." She looked over at Tag who took the comlink and pressed the button.

"This is Kieran "Tag" Merrik speaking on behalf of Ciara Jevnaker of the Prmieval. Glad to have you aboard ma'am. We are moving toward the mines if that helps." Tag was a demon when it came to combat but when speaking with others, well he would not move nations or the hearts of people.

 

[Danger Arceneau]

[member="Chen"]
Arceneau Trade Company
Merchant Fleet Arceneau Trade, Browncoat Industries, PharmaTech
Echoyla Space

Reports were starting to come in from the mines in it of itself.

The Captain's lips would thin. She had to think about this. Clearly and cleanly. What would Miz. Arceneau do?

"If the goal is to conduct an economic deal... then may I suggest you do so through a neutral entity so as that no question or doubt could be cast upon your... humanitarian mission."

"If you are truly desiring to be successful in this en-devour, then perhaps Miz Arceneau could potentially be of service?"

 

[Kitsune]

The miners began the extraction of the beskar ore and subsequent loading into the cargo vessels. Kitsune oversaw the mining efforts, ensuring that all of the cargo was properly handled and loaded. The forward posts of the Usagi Clan were slowly brought back, and prepped for instant loading back into the ISS Mikoshi.

Pausing for a moment, Kitsune nodded in satisfaction with the successful extraction. Luckily, they were fast enough with the extraction to avoid unwanted attention.

It was now time to create her glorious armor for the Inari Shogunate.

 

[Onrai]

[member="Ciara Jevnaker"] [member="Chen"]

"Understood. If you'd like to have a force of individuals to maintain the mines and continue to produce Beskar for the Primeval, I have a significant number of Mirari-class droids more than capable of operating whatever machinery is being utilized. I doubt the mine was properly staffed, considering how half the people in the galaxy seem to have completely disappeared. We also may have evidence as to what happened there as well."

Jentara had examined the map and noticed that, throughout the Galaxy, the rifts appeared to be forming for reasons as yet unknown to herself. These rifts could threaten to disturb space-time nearby, and already she had begun to conceive of how she could best destroy rifts such as these. What did she know? Well, the power of a large antimatter charge could certainly work, but she was unsure as to what the rifts were made of, or whether an antimatter explosion would be able to eliminate one or not. Because of such, she felt that, definitively, she had to at least try. For the sake of the Galaxy.

"I may also have another means of assisting. To whoever is in charge, please contact me via a private channel."

 

[thegreatbeyonder]

"Sure, let's make a deal.", she responded impulsively much against the interests of her betters. The captain immediately slammed his fist against the metallic wall as the response went out; of course Chen didn't know this was a bad idea but all the waiting between responses seemed shady. [member="Danger Arceneau"]

"Chen! What do you think you're doing?", the captain roared. His face visibly expressed anger towards the woman.

The Chiss had to think fast. Was she expendable? A chance she wouldn't take, "Look at this way. Our presence is already being made known, it's better to arrange a deal than risk hostilities whilst our resources continue to dwindle. Besides, it's not like we can strike now when there's so much at stake.", she argued. It wasn't a bad argument but most of her words were vague and empty; it was the tongue of politics. Say a lot of things that sound smart and eventually it'll make ears ring with delight.

The captain stopped, shaking his head. "Very well... I'll trust your course of action for now but next time heed me first.", he said in with a calmer attitude.

Opening up a private channel per request,

"Yes, you may speak privately.", she sent the message out to [member="Jentara Vel"]

 

[Onrai]

[member="Chen"]

On the bridge, Jentara found herself notified that a secure connection had been established with the ship. "Seeing as this is supposed to be a humanitarian mission, I would like to suggest a solution that could prove to be beneficial for the both of us." The holoimage of the woman herself would find itself being replaced with that of a droid. "These are our Mirari droids. We originally designed them as bodyguards for the wealthy and important, but with the situation having deteriorated, we've begun using them to replace individual humans with the mass disappearance of half the Galaxy."

The woman's visage would shortly thereafter return. "I would like to offer the services of my droids to manage the mines and extract more ore for the Primeval to utilize in whatever projects they wish. Emeritus will even build new refineries should new deposits be found. Considering that any true humanitarian would want sentients to return to their sweethearts, such would ease their state of mind significantly. The only payment I would request is ten percent of all mined Beskar ore for my company's use. No credits, nothing that will slow down your rebuilding stability here in the Galaxy. Just that."

Such seemed like a reasonable offer, but Circe was unsure as to what the response of the woman on the other end of the line would be.

 

[Vrag]

If she were a proper Sith, Vrag would be lamenting the fact that her soldiers had set their blasters to stun; she wasn't exactly a model member of the order, however, and couldn't be bothered to care in the least. The Knight, at this point in her career, didn't give a flying feth if people lived or died.

"You!"

The squadron was met with uncertain gazes and blinking eyes. Strange. And here she'd thought that wearing all-black would help them assimilate in the underground environment.

"Yes, you," with an impatient huff, the woman stepped forward. Perhaps they needed a leader to speak to? Or shoot at, she amended and readjusted her grip on the flamethrower in her hands. Yes, you read that right. While her troops were relegated to scalding, or in the best case paralyzing shots, Vrag was pulling a hypocritical commander on them without remorse.

"We can do this two ways: " started the firrerreo, cocking her head to the side. "You stop bitching and you stay alive, or you don't." She didn't particularly care either way, and neither did her flamethrower.

[member="Chen"]

 

[Dr. Alset Niest]

Gonna enslave me some miners...

"You there..." He screamed, his posture accused with every word spoken. "What is your profession? Ah, never mind..." He turned to the trooper and pointed to the assumed miner. "Cease him, now!" The guards ran upon the dirty figure, covered in debris and hand filled with what could only be assumed to be a crude pick axe. Smiling, the doctor approached and placed the collar around the man's neck. Turning on the power, and activating the receiver in hand, he stepped away and raised his hands. "Now, go dig up beskar for me..." He pointed to additional miners as the men began to progress and assume the role of captors.

The miner shook his head in disagreement as Alset laughed, though it was sardonic in it's intent. "You say that now...but I think I can persuade you." Picking up the receiver, he hit the button on a power of 3 of 10. The shock sent the man to his knees, shaking and wetting himself. Alset walked over to the the stone column near by and patted it. "You mine this, I don't shock you. You don't mine this, I shock you. Simple? I think it's rather simple. So...dig up beskar for me?" He stepped back and waved towards the rock, the receive in his opposite hand. Idly, he placed the pipe in his mouth and smiled. Grunting and still in a bit of shock, the miner approached and continued his work with cold eyes upon the tall man. Along the way, many of his fellow miners were forced into the same position. Soon enough, Alset would have his store, and would only need to enslave a smith for his purposes. What purpose was that? To make beskar slave collars, of course.

Puffing on his pipe, he continued to engage the work in a supervisory role, quality assurance and quality control. For those not meeting his guidelines, they would find the punishment quite shocking. To say the least.

 

[thegreatbeyonder]

[member="Jentara Vel"]

"Your deal is sound but unfortunately we cannot come to an agreement. Negotiations are concluded...Unless you have a different offer?", the Chiss said over the private intercom. Looking back she noticed the officers were chattering. It seems most -- if not all -- the miners were rounded up by this point through various forces, it was interesting indeed. All sorts of actions were happening around them. Beskar was quite the attraction and The Primeval knew well enough that with it outside of Mandalorian control, Echoy'la will likely attract a lot of attention... For good or for worse.

Nodding to the captain on the subject, "Well, we'll see what the merchant fleet has to say on the matter... Otherwise prepare to lock down the System once the reinforcements arrive.", it was quite the redundant order as the captain already gave it out. Perhaps this false leadership of hers was suddenly going to her head or maybe she was a bit pretentious

 

[Aster Jen'allé]

*Destiny and her droid compliment had moved into the mines, mining droids under her service volunteered to help extract the precious ore. There was no intent to harm the other workers so long as they did not rebel. Any sign of aggressive action and they would not live long. These mines would be secured and used, for the Primeval, and the glory of the Dominion would shine forth as a result.*

 

[Onrai]

[member="Chen"]

"Why is that, if I may inquire?" There was somewhat minimal information as to why such was the case. "For a smaller quantity of the same ore, I would be willing to simply replace any missing miners with droids. At the rate they're likely being worked, they'll exhaust themselves quickly, whereas the droids will be able to function consistently without a taskmaster. We can provide droid security, or taskmasters as well. If not, simply give me a counteroffer."

Such was what Jentara would respond with. She would hope that some sort of deal could be made in order to adequately expand the company's sphere of influence. She was unsure as to what could happen next, but perhaps things would be better were she able to construct a deal that was, one way or another, acceptible.

 

[Azrael Asura]

Their landing in the mines was a little rough. Not as bad as to knock them off course or damage the vessel- not even close- but enough to make some of the men frown. One even fell down, earning him a glare from the others. At least he hadn't pushed anyone else over in the process. If he had... well, it was likely that someone would have stomped on his tail, while another kicked his jaw in. He had been right next to two Vidvhansaka. They would not have appreciated him entering their personal space. Punishing him for it would have been second nature to the reptiles. Of course... doing so would have resulted in being punished by their 'mother' and 'father'. Neither Everyn nor Azrael tolerated foolish behavior. Yet another reason why the former was overseeing the mining operations herself. Should her soldiers attempt to steal Beskar or needlessly slaughter miners... they would be destroyed by her without hesitation. Just as her commander would want her to do.

"Make your Gods proud. And do not kill without unnecessarily! These beings can be persuaded to serve us. Keep as many alive as possible."

With that the creatures rushed forward from the transport, swarming the area, accompanied by other Primeval soldiers. Together they charged into the mine, guns raised high, shouting out commands. It only took a few moments for people to take sides. Some of those working quickly dropped their tools (as ordered) while others dove behind rock, prepping their mining lasers for combat. If Everyn didn't think quickly even those who had surrendered would get killed... She scowled before calling out to those gathered.

"Fight if you so dare! But let the smarter of your brethren leave before you fire a single shot! Or their blood will be on your hands!"

Of course they didn't listen. A blaster bolt flew past the HRD's frame and everything erupted into chaos. Roughly ten of her men focused on moving the non-hostiles to the hangar, where they would be rounded up, counted, and documented. All of the others were going to route out these fools. Everyn herself held a gun in her hands, firing expert shot after expert shot, easily racking up kills. Perhaps a minute passed before the first wave of miners had perished. But there were still others, deeper within...

 

[Danger Arceneau]

Arceneau Trade Company
Merchant Fleet Arceneau Trade, Browncoat Industries, PharmaTech
Echoyla Space
[member="Chen"]


Three hours later saw the personal appearance of the head of Arceneau Trade Company.

Through Captain Mirai, a time had been set to discuss in a neutral area, the event that transpired on Echoy'la. This was big. Very big. The United Mandalorian Clans were not going to be happy. Neither were the Mandalorian Protectors.

Danger didn't need to guess that this would likely lash back upon whoever was in charge here. The best she could do is at least try to smooth things over with the exile Mandalorian clans and that of who was in charge to make the collateral damage as low as it can be.

An invitation was sent to the Administrator Chen of the Roviane Planetary Confederation. They were to meet upon the Arceneau Trade Flagship the Sarlacc.

Were she to accept, Administrator Chen was about to come face to face with the head of Arceneau Trade in the flesh.

 

[thegreatbeyonder]

An invitation... Yes, Chen was invited onto a vessel that eclipsed her own home; was she impressed? Maybe. Although in her position she didn't have time to be impressed -- this was business. The Chiss entered the scene aboard the flagship of this corporation. If it gave any impression it's that whoever had invited her did not see money as an obstacle, no expenses were sparred. Her red eyes glanced at every detail before she finally came face-to-face with a woman. The blue administrator who wasn't 'blue' at all smiled and bowed.

"I presume you're the one responsible for the parlay over Echoy'la?", she started off with a rather straightforward question.

[member="Danger Arceneau"]

 

[Danger Arceneau]

[member="Chen"]
Arceneau Trade Company
Merchant Fleet Arceneau Trade, Browncoat Industries, PharmaTech
Echoyla Space

Instead of sitting in front of the wide desk of the observatory board room, Danger Arceneau was standing beside the wide viewport that encompassed floor to ceiling glasteel panels. From here, Echoy'la would slowly spin in orbit, a spectacular view of wonder that would be as much as a reminder of the past as well as the circumstances for this particular meeting.



" Administrator Chen of the Roviane Planetary Confederation"


The buxom Trade Queen would turn from the viewport to catch sight of the Chiss female. A slow cordial smile would linger upon Danger's lips, a seeming welcome. She used Chen's full title; everything she could tack on it. The Chiss were a rather particular slice of humanoid. Very strict on their traditions and the one way they were able to one up the other is by way of titles. The more titles, the better. And every Chiss expected at the formal introduction to have those titles recognized.

"I am honored at your acceptance of my invitation," she would begin, her voice a throaty rasp that would paint a mental picture of smooth southern hospitality.

Slowly, she would start a slow stride over to the woman. Her hand would extend. "And aye, you caught me." she would say with a light banter full of cordial pleasantry.

"I am Danger Arceneau, President of Arceneau Trade Company, MaraTibX and Fuels, Browncoat Arms & Industrial, Haven Shipyards, a primary shareholder of Mohc Extractives, and the owner and executor of the Southern Systems Business Bazaar." Oh to anyone else other than a Chiss, it would seem like bragging. But it wasn't. It was the culture.

Titles were everything. Titles meant exactly where a Chiss would place the other in terms of respect on what they have earned and what they have done.

"I presume you are the one overseeing the circumstances on Echoy'la?"

 

[thegreatbeyonder]

Chen nodded, "Yes, yes. I"m Administrator Chen of the Roviane Planetary Confederation, as was mentioned. Our board requested myself to oversee a goodwill mission.", she reminded the woman before her. Doing business was the primarily objective of Chen's career, however her incidental association with The Primeval only made things a little it more complicated on her part. Ignoring the fact she was there for them almost made her believe that she was the ultimate authority in this sector of space.

A hand went up to brush back a lock of black hair, quickly tucked behind the right ear. "This audience is an expense of our time but I am happy to conduct whatever talks you desire.", she added. It was somewhat passive-aggressive but somehow the Chiss' tone of voice did not reflect that. Occasionally she'd go ahead of herself... This time wasn't different. A small smile crossed her purple lips, two red eyes fixed on [member="Danger Arceneau"] who stood in front of her.

 

[Danger Arceneau]

[member="Chen"]
Arceneau Trade Company
Merchant Fleet Arceneau Trade, Browncoat Industries, PharmaTech
Echoyla Space

Danger would retain her cordial smile. A gesture would be made for the Administrator to sit.

"If you would please?" she began, "Would you like any matter of refreshment?" it was always a matter of being a perfect hostess first prior to conducting business.

And this particular one was sure to be tricky.

"Goodwill mission, Administrator Chen?" both of her brows would arch up as she would make her way over to the small bar. Even if the female didn't want something to drink, Danger would get herself one.

"Tell me, just what does the entirety of this goodwill mission entail? The specifics if you will?"

 

[thegreatbeyonder]

"No drinks, thank you.", she first responded to the request. "Providing rations, equipment, clothes; helping the displaced find shelter.", she then continued. It was somewhat of a short-explanation but one Chen thought was more believable than going into stellar detail. Of course for a Chiss she might've been a bit odd but she was no less stuck up; since people mistook their self-found superiority as arrogance.

Finally she asked the question, "What is your concern our business?"

[member="Danger Arceneau"]