[TSE] We've Got To Have Money

[Ras'kala'han]

Harnaidan | Muunilinst, Imperial Space
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Muunilinst is a rarity in the Galaxy. A world of riches, but also one of untouched beauty. Gold, silver, pearls, and minerals lie under the glittering and clear waters of the Muuns' homeworld, but they have not needed to mine with the intense frenzy another race might - where a less cautious one might have sullied the waters with pollutants of mining, and darkened the skies, there was no such reckless scarring. Where another might have needed to build the planet over with dense, ugly factories that bleach the surrounding wildlife with runoff and radiation, that necessity has never arisen. Rather than the cratered planes of Balmorra or the sprawling cityscape of Coruscant, there were high-reaching, beautiful spires.

Aside from the savagery of the Clone Wars, where the Muuns had picked a side, and the nihilistic Yuuzhan Vong - scars that have long since faded - the planet is still a jewel, even if it was never a military bastion. Why?

Money. The power of the credit in motion, the art of cashflow - this was the sword and shield of the Muuns. Even though they now lived under the Imperial flag, it was their one true allegiance: a world with a centuries-long tradition of banking and finance, confident that though masters would change, they need only ply their trade and all would be well.

And it was. Until the Sith turned their dread gaze again to the world they had seized, with hunger in their hearts...

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Darth Vesper lounged idly in the conference room, his simple ship resting on the landing pad, attended by his droid, enjoying the view. The spire was one of the lower, less central ones - the room was a plush, Imperial office once owned by the ranking manager. Keyword - once. For the duration of his stay on the planet, he would not content himself with the second-best office, and he was cleaning house anyways. Interpreting his commission by their beloved Emperor to do what he had to heal the financial wounds of the Sith Empire, he had instated a purge of "corruption" in the Empire's less glamorous bureaucracy.

In practice, this meant identifying who hated whom, an easy task for a Force-sensitive, and promoting the particularly spineless ones up the ladder into the seat of the person they despised, hauled off for whatever charges he could bring against them - or transferred to far-off jobs, when he decided that he had a use for them elsewhere. He could hardly feel bad about it - at least half of the charges were legitimate, he was sure, and the remaining ones would be easy for the Sith to dominate. Make their will as directly asserted as possible. In the end, any service to his own ambitions was basically incidental.

Dressed smartly - black tunic, black cloak, a few strategic pieces of floral-motif jewelry, a slight tousle to his otherwise neatly-coiffed silver hair, the Sith sipped a glass of water. The few weeks of seizing these wretched bureaucrats' reigns was the easy part. The first battle of a long war. What came next - enlisting the aid of the Muuns? That would require help.

A Sith has no friends. But he never had needed them.

They were figures of cunning. [member="Darth Maliphant"], his mirror image and a fellow seeker of power was an easy pick - and another project he was working on. [member="Vaulkhar"] was noble blood - class, distinction, and elegance were all necessary. [member="Mythos"] and [member="Vereshin"] were practiced in the arts of darkness - one as a former member of The Ancient Eye and a being of dire power, one as a wielder of a unique kind of nether sorcery even Vesper could not quite replicate. [member="Nixia Amabilia"], an acolyte - it was important to bring the acolytes, they had a delightfully ferocious ambition. It would give them edge. Teeth. Some others, perhaps, if they deigned to answer. But he was certain he had what he needed.

He waited, sensing out for them from the office he called them to. One by one, they would come - sit around the table. And then, the time would come for him to tell them just how they were to forge the latest link in the chain that bound the Galaxy to the iron will of their Order.

 

[Darth Empyrean]

Muunilist, Cirqa 852 ABY
Speaking to Darth Vesper

Interacting with: [member="Darth Vesper"] │ [member="Vaulkhar"] │ [member="Mythos"] │ [member="Vereshin"] │ [member="Nixia Amabilia"]
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Maliphant had spent weeks huddled away from the galaxy, only communicating with the likes of even Vesper through holonet communication, or his most recent creation. The main reason was a sudden obsession with his most recent artifact, that of The Telos Holocron, but even Maliphant had to take a break. After the most grueling training session, nearly three days of cadences, history lessons, and meditation, he had been driven to exhaustion before passing out for another two days; taking care to recuperate before the hail to Muunilinst.

Aboard his private corvette, ‘The Scarlet Will’, Maliphant had made the journey in near record time form his home on Bastion; leaving behind all his training and knowledge for the sake of business. He’d been asked to serve by Darth Vesper, helping to establishing a well endowed economic system for the sake of the prolonged strength of The Sith Empire; and with the recent galaxy shaking events of numerous factions falling, the credit was at risk of falling even deeper down its proverbial hole.

With both the trip and his training behind him, Maliphant quietly dawned the rest of his attire; a black formal attire well suited for representing The Sith, and dark enough to intimidate the lesser willed Muuns. Tightening the tie, black as the coat and shit it sat upon, the Sith moved through the paces of checking himself in the mirror. With alabaster hair braided back, Maliphant looked more like the devil himself looking to make a deal than a Sith, but the two were dangerously close in description to begin with.

Offering himself a smile, Maliphant moved through the hallways in his all black get up, humming some unheard tone; coming to Vesper’s office as the first of those to arrive, offering his double a smile. His voice was thick with his usual tones, soft and drawing in a way that could only come naturally to a select few;

“Greetings, Darth Vesper. Been well since we last talked?”, he said as he moved across the conference table to sit next to his ‘friend’.

 

[Mythos]

It was rare to see Mythos out of armor these days, lately he was either in Florn training the new legions of the Sith Empire, Nathema sinking more resources into Star Destroyers for the empire or more recently in Shri-Tal overseeing the mining of precious metals for the construction of the same. All was to feed the war machine, all was for the Glory of the empire and his emperor. Recently Mythos had been studying his own holocrons, many gathered from the Sith of these times who fell by his blade or otherwise had their holocrons end in his possession, he was in his mind a more suitable host for the tools than the dead.

This was not his first trip to Muunulist, he had come here to set up a power base during the One Sith however the mandalorian raids on the planet had destroyed that straight lined income his uncle Galicus Sagious had secured for him. It was inconsequential, his was the force of the hurricane, nothing would slow his development.

Upon the stars of Muunulist off hyperspace came The Magnus battlecruiser flanked by two brand new harrower class dreadnaughts made in the oversight shipyard. This trinity Mythos had brought upon Muunilist was a show of force and power to the planet and to those who were already there awaiting his arrival. The monster capital ship destroyer headed the pack, Mythos in the command center of the Magnus and his Molok legion in force here.

"Dock and orbit, I am heading down to finish this trite" Mythos said, waving off his own command to Anok-eh, his right hand commander and the Anubian Molok Legion leader. With a nod the Anubian took his position and with the datapad on his forearm began to command the trio of ships.

Moments later...

Mythos had thought to don his golden armor however he thought it more prudent to leave the golden war armor behind in exchange for a traditional business suit that would seem common. He headed down in a military gunship to the docks of the capital city then took a luxury speeder he had still there from the One Sith days and flew directly where his brothers of the Sith were awaiting him. To his surprise, he was met with a familiar face upon arriving.

His arrival was a flashy as he was; he stopped the chromium speeder outside, popped the hood and walked out with a jewel encrusted cane that doubled as a lightsaber, jewels and 'bling' from ears to waist as well as a ring with a massive rock in each finger, each one a different rare jewel and crafted from a different rare metal to accentuate his status. Muuns were easily impressible with these kinds of things, Mythos found it humorous that they shared that quality with hutts and criminals, jewelry was a status symbol.

"My apologies for the tardiness" He said, noticing Vesper and Maliphant, the latter a person he raised an eyebrow at, sitting closely together in the table. Mythos stood on the other edge and raised his hands slightly to his waist. He eyes Maliphant with a curious look and then smiled placidly looking for others hidden away.

"I am afraid Star Destroyers move slower than a Planet Cracker" He said, a chuckle rumbling from the force as his eyes bounced from them both yet narrowed a micrometer when they fell upon Maliphant.

[member="Darth Maliphant"] [member="Darth Vesper"] [member="Vaulkhar"] [member="Vereshin"] [member="Nixia Amabilia"]
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[Vaulkhar]

Vaulkhar sat comfortably upon the deck of his personal ship, The Vagabond. It was named after it's captains uncontrollable desire to wander and be anywhere other than his home planet of Panatha, within his father's court. It was funny, to say the least. He was chosen for this little incursion into Muunilist due to his bloodline and nobility, hailing from a line of warrior's and aristocrats alike. His father is the Butcher King, he the Butcher Prince. He released a long sigh as he settled comfortably in his revere and toyed with the lightsaber hanging at his belt. Part of him was excited to be doing something other than sitting around in his ship or one of the glorious flats housed throughout the universe, another part of him was not so excited about this financial meeting. However, whether he was excited or not he was here and that was what mattered, he could not fail his father or their family, so he must show out. Vaulkhar was quickly shook from his revere as his ship landed, settling in one of the various hangars near the meeting point scheduled by Vesper.

The approach of his assassin droid resulted in the turning of the half breed's head, a smile adorning his angular face. He pushed himself to his feet and extended his arms to the side. The droid slipped the coat over his shoulders, fitting it comfortably to the dark jedi. It was rare he decided dressing to impress was worth it, though once again, Vaulkhar was forced to show out. He strode into his personal room aboard his ship, peering into the mirror to study his attire. He looked good, not even he could deny it. Vaulkhar took up his brush, smoothing out his hair over the course of a few minutes before he braided portions of it, fitting golden rings around the ends of his braid to offer a bit of a shine to his otherwise darker appearance. Flashing one more smile at the mirror, Vaulkhar turned towards the exit to his room and strode out. He strode with purpose to the ramp descending and nodded to his droids. Taking both lightsabers offered to him by his droid, K1-LL, the Assassin Droid, he slipped them beneath his coat to hang at his back, within reach but thoroughly hidden.

"You know the drill, K. Exterminate anyone who comes aboard without my express permission; with extreme prejudice," and at that, Vaulkhar descended down the ramp and moved towards the building. As he stepped down, he tugged the force about him like a cloak, masking his very presence from any prying eyes, friend or foe. Vaulkhar passed through the threshold as the ramp of The Vagabond rose and closed behind him. He strode through the halls, waving away any attempts at servants or staff garnering his attention, his focus on the three powerful force presences deeper in the building. The half breed could feel them as if he could see them, following their signature with practiced ease. After a few minutes of travel he stepped into the room intended for the meeting, his head dipping in a nod to the trio. "Greetings, gentlemen."

Of all the faces here thus far, he recognized one. Mythos, a former ally in the One Sith, a member of the Asassins under his master Ferus, and a staunch warrior who had the respect of the half breed. The other two? Well, he had no idea. Sith appeared and disappeared much like the insects of the galaxy he so blatantly ignored. Some were powerful, growing in strength while others were not, falling to the blade of the stronger among them. These were faces he likely did not need to remember, as they too will likely disappear. Vaulkhar took a seat opposite of the trio, as far away from them as possible. His face did not show disdain or disinterest, rather, he sought what was most comfortable for him most likely.

[member="Mythos"] | [member="Darth Maliphant"] | [member="Darth Vesper"] | [member="Vereshin"] | [member="Nixia Amabilia"]

 

[Darth Empyrean]

Muunilist, Cirqa 852 ABY
Speaking to Darth Vesper

Interacting with: [member="Darth Vesper"] │ [member="Vaulkhar"] │ [member="Mythos"] │ [member="Vereshin"] │ [member="Nixia Amabilia"]
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Maliphant simply looked Mythos up and down, giving no indication to understanding the reference he had just made, despite their somewhat lengthy past engagements. Simply put, The Sith did nothing more than cock a brow and lose his smile as the man gave him unanswered stares, which while not uncommon for Maliphant and the way he looked, was certainly unwelcome at a business meeting for Sith on an Imperial mission to help alleviate any financial difficulties that might soon face The Sith Empire.

Eventually, Maliphant simply ignored it and idled as the fourth attendee made his presence known with a simple ‘Welcome’ to the group. It wasn’t hard to recognize which one on guest list he was, as his epicanthic features and black hair gave an immediate acknowledgement of the Zambrano lineage; though one Maliphant had never heard before. Sure, he had moved to become friends with the likes of [member="Elani Zambrano"], yet this was remained a mystery… Of all the Zambrano lineage, he supposed it had to be probably that some would turn out to be nothing; so instead he simply shrugged his shoulders in a somewhat indiscriminate way before responding to the two of them;

“A pleasure to meet you both. Do either of you have experience with our mission today? Perhaps, a company you represent, high standing governmental positions, anything in that regard.”, Maliphant said with a somewhat dismissive toss of his hand, obviously implying he hadn’t heard of either of them before.

And small talk was a great way to pass the time.

 

[Ras'kala'han]

As [member="Darth Maliphant"] asked, Vesper replied - quite cheerily, feeling very much in his element, which is to say, in control. "Better than well, Mal. To have the Emperor notice you and have that not end with you strapped to a table begging for death usually means that things are moving along just swimmingly." Then, as it happened, the memory of his brief interview with the Saraaishash also sprang to mind. "I'd love to catch up with you again over an opera, perhaps - that Immemorial Hall is finally opening is a blessing in these stressful, stressful times. One brief word though - whoever you have sweeping Harper's Respite for bugs, fire. Violently, if you can. I imagine you value your privacy as much as I do, but someone clearly doesn't."

Then, as the others arrived, he surveyed them with curious eyes. Suited, of regal bearing, of authoritative demeanor - sharks, ready to make deals and kill. Leave it to the Sith to produce people who were as proficient in the boardroom as on the battlefield. He steepled his fingers in front of him on the table, golden eyes moving from one to another searchingly.

Internally, he was amused by Maliphant's barbs - he sent a pulse of thought his way to make that much clear - but clicked his tongue with tut-tutting disapproval externally. "Now, now friend - is that any way to treat our helpers?"

"Sir [member="Vaulkhar"] Zambrano, a pleasure to make your acquaintance in the flesh. And [member="Mythos"], it pleases me to see that rumors of your death were greatly exaggerated."

He gestured to the table, flicking his wrist, and a holographic display sprung into being. "We'll have to begin the briefing without [member="Vereshin"] or [member="Nixia Amabilia"], and hope that they arrive later. The long and short of it is, this mission is about personnel recruitment; we want the best and brightest of the Muuns to be willing to work directly under Imperial authority. The Empire enjoys a firm grip on Muunilinst going as far back as to when we called ourselves The Ascendancy, but anti-Imperial sentiment is not new. Back when the original negotiations were going on, we were... sabotaged."

Footage played of Mandalorian Force Hunters, killers for hire, bursting into a board room as a Sith negotiated with a few Muuns, filling it with smoke and blaster fire. As the battle raged, a blaster bolt rebounded into whatever camera was recording it, filling it with static.

"We prevailed, but there are still those who chafe at the idea of Sith dominance. Strongly. The fact that our control of Muunilinst was asserted in conjunction with a military blockade of Mygeeto compounds this. If we simply intimidate the Muuns into giving up their talented specialists, we could see these sentiments inflame. I wouldn't expect a full resistance, but I would expect a large waste of time and money to rear its head."

"We need to instead do as the Muuns would and pose a better offer. Convince them that it would help their planet to join the Empire's larger commercial effort... and that it would help their careers."

The display changed, a docket of faces with names floating beneath each one.

"These individuals are, per my research, consistently not being promoted in spite of more than adequate talent. Doubtlessly, these are people being sidelined by the powers that be. Potential threats to their success and influence, nipped in the bud. Alternatively, some of them are just viciously unethical in a way that we're more likely to tolerate than the Muuns - no need to worry about our crew being blackmailed if they fear what we could do more than what someone else could reveal."

"The current plan of action is to target these individuals, and have them bring what infrastructure they can with them to a new and centralized seat of Imperial economic power being built on Commenor - a vital trade world now fallen to our control."

"Your thoughts, gentlemen?"

 

[Darth Empyrean]

Muunilist, Cirqa 852 ABY
Speaking to the Group.

Interacting with: [member="Darth Vesper"] │ @Vaulkhar │ @Mythos │ @Vereshin │ [member="Nixia Amabilia"]
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“I for one, think its a great idea.”, Maliphant chimed in.

His leaned forward, letting his unbuttoned coat fall to either side of him as he glanced between the others that sat at the table. With a voice like liquid platinum and a matching golden glow in his eyes, he let them sit on each of those present as he spoke, Vesper more than the others;

“The establishment of a central organization backed by the Muun’s would not only increase their confidence in Imperial rule, but help restore the failing faith the galaxy’s citizens have put into the Credit. For too long has the galaxy lacked a central banking apparatus to assist in the active management of inflation, booms and busts, and unknown tolls on our common man…”

Maliphant motioned to the others as he spoke,

“I’m sure many of you have noticed this.”, he said before turning back to speak to the group as a whole, all the while using his hands to emphasize his points.

“My only condition is the establishment of financial council, made of Imperial Citizens and Sith, for the sake of ensuring the organizations loyalty and well being at all times. A reigning seat of command, if you will.”, The Sith finished with.

“Another point to be made, while I certainly appreciate the psychopathic tendencies many of the banking Muun’s likely carry, I would be careful of those that are of adequate talent but lack luster nerves. Buying their loyalty through a promotion could see some finding a sudden, unrealized boost to their ego and fill them with far more thoughts of grandeur than we might be prepared for.”

“Wouldn’t be the first time someone was given something, and ran with it.”, he said with a final rest of his hands as he set them back in his lap and leaned back.

 

[Mythos]

[member="Darth Maliphant"] [member="Darth Vesper"]
Mythos narrowed his eyes as his counterpart there seemed to have no recollection of who he was, he raised an eyebrow but moved on, having had a similar occurrence when he met @Ultimatum. [member="Vaulkhar"] however was a familiar face that dated back to when he was but a knight in the One Sith so long ago. "By the wrath look who it is." He said to the arriving Knight, his head shaking from side to side slowly in amazement. "It's good to see you brother. It indeed had been far to long" He finished, a smile accompanying his strong tone and confident demeanor. From that moment he dedicated himself to listen, watch and observe all the proceedings, noticing changes in facial, body language and other aspects from the man sitting that he knew above The Technicolored Beast to the man he knew right now.

"Magnus Architecture and Munitions. Adoptive Nephew of Councilor [member="Galicus Sagious "]of this very planet. I think I may have a say in a few cities here and there and maybe experience building a planet or two." He responded to [member="Darth Maliphant"], a smile in his face plastered with arrogance and humor in his tone. Was he attempting an angle? Pretending he did not know who he was? If he was, it amused Mythos to no end, he was glad to play along in his private game of deception even if it was all the way from here. He thought of responding for Vaulkhar and saying that he was family with the emperor but he let his old compatriot make that point for himself if he chose, perhaps he too was in on it.

"They were not." He cut humorously yet very seriously in response to [member="Darth Vesper"], his death was in no way exaggerated. This sith was clearly in command of this operation or at least had an idea of what was to be done however Mythos kept to himself all opinions and ideas until the end. This was a combat zone as much as any battlefield and could prove equally as devastating, he leaned on his cane and listened intently.

His eyes shifted back to Maliphant as he gave his opinion, his energy and aggressiveness reminding him of himself in earlier years yet the only thing he raised an eyebrow at was Commenor, the mention of Commenor. He scoffed audibly at it, he believed it to be utterly foolish.

"I agree with both of you with the exception of any ideas regarding Commenor" He stated plainly, flexing his fingers and rubbing his rings together a to make them shine. "Placing anything on Commenor regarding infrastructure or economic base is like building the base of a castle on the edge of a broken cliff. The foundation of the venture would already be susceptible to the raids you yourself have shown here, laying the seeds of the crop on poisoned ground." He said, gesturing at the place where he had shown images of the Mandalorian attacks on this planet.

"If the Empire wishes to create an economic stronghold on the other side of Mandalorian space then that is a government venture, a public venture, i prefer more secure foundations for my private investments. We need to be clear about whose pockets this money is going to, mine, or the empire's. Either way Commenor and anything near the Core is tainted ground, even Cosurcant get's taken like a brothel maid every single night to this day." He shrugged, it was only his opinion and either way he would help but the distinction of public and private ventures was important to him and he wished to avoid the core like the plague after he got what he wanted off Coruscant.

"I suggest Shri-Tal. Or perhaps Dellalt. Places already in Imperial Space that lessen the logistical strangle hold on ventures." ​

 

[Nixia Amabilia]

It was interesting to see different perspectives and this mission in itself was exactly that too. Combat was the norm for Nixia. Constant training and working with a squad of troops, but today was politics. Something the Acolyte honestly did not care for but none the less it was important she assumed. Walking slowly into the briefing late the young lady held a smirk on her face and let the two luminous orange stones that were her eyes glance at those conversing. Half the topic in question was lost to her but she was notorious for picking up things on the fly, there was no concern or worry on her part. As the video played the Icarii laughed to herself seeing the situation as rather funny and some what controversial as well. Maybe even hypocritical. Why in the overall galactic conquest of the Sith was Muunilist given special treatment or perks? It was her point of view and Nixia knew the situation was abit more complex than it seemed. The men in the room wanted to profit from the exchange as well as profit their Empire.

After listening to the men in the group speak their pieces Nixia herself began speak her piece.

"Uh..." She blinked twice processing what she heard. The smile on her face faded. " Great ideas, But little of what your discussing matters at the current moment. Lets focus on the "convincing" part with the Muuns for now and talk details later when the people of interest are present. The Muuns are interested in what profits them. That is very vague, Lets narrow it down more. " Her hand motioned to [member="Mythos"] briefly. " You said you prefer a secure foundation for your own investments, I like that. The Muuns are not just driven by what benefits their planet. They too have personal ambitions and pursuits as we do. Empire aside, Thats their mindset. Lets hone in on what those ambitions could be or are and see what those can turn into on a mutual level or maybe not a mutual level. Exploit the individuals or let them exploit you... If your egos allows it." She added abit harshly. Her words spoken confidently and coming from a slave background Nixia's perspective was rather unique. She was in a ever flowing state of there was nothing to lose and everything to gain. She detested politics and Sith politics even more so. It was all squabble in the end.

" Is there any more information on the persons of interest? Or potential information? Rumors what not?" Nixia asked staring at those within the room.

[member="Darth Maliphant"]
[member="Darth Vesper"]
[member="Vaulkhar"]

 

[Vaulkhar]

Even with the upbringing of nobility, training in the art of politics, and understanding of the methodology of the Sith, one thing shone above all else within Vaulkhar's eyes. Disinterest. The half breed watched the exchange between his peers in a state of boredom. His hand was clenched in a fist and gently pressed against his jaw, allowing his head to rest comfortably as he reclined back in the seat he claimed. He understood both the need and importance of his mission, hence why he opted to join the gathering, though he believed he was here for insurance more than anything. The warrior had brought his gear with him in the case of another attack, as the Mandalorian incursion within the last set meeting reached Vaulkhar's ears before he had agreed to work this mission. Not that he expected the Mandalorian's in particular, but the galaxy was a dangerous place, always in motion. The more the merrier as far as he was concerned.

As the hologram of the aforementioned incursion played before them, Vaulkhar watched with a tilt of his head. The warriors in question did not appear particularly powerful, though in the heat of the moment, plans do not survive as expected. He could not judge too harshly, or at least he shouldn't. As Nixia spoke, his gaze shifted from the others onto her. He did not recognize her face, which was likely a blessing for the young woman, though a curse now that he did and had no intention of forgetting it. No self respecting assassin or warrior for that matter, allowed information to flutter past without making at least a semblance of an attempt to gather it. And fortunately for Vaulkhar, information gathering was something he was good at. As he shook his head and focused his attention on the woman once more, allowing his thoughts to drift away from his initial train of thought, he nodded at some of her words. She was not entirely wrong, which bode well for her within the Sith. Though her ending line was for all intensive purposes, stupid. Or that was at least how he saw it. Looking at a group of individuals far more powerful than her and running her mouth was both a quick and efficient way to get one's self killed. Fortunately for her, Vaulkhar couldn't care less.

A smirk spread across his lips as he considered her in her entirety. She was growing with the force, though not nearly his equal. Time and training could change that, if he opted to be lazy and not continue to grow himself. Though he found her particularly interesting. Another individual who found and lost themselves within the dark side, doing what they must to survive in an unforgiving galaxy.

He remained silent, opting to listen.

[member="Nixia Amabilia"] | [member="Mythos"] | [member="Darth Maliphant"] | [member="Darth Vesper"]

 

[Darth Empyrean]

Muunilist, Cirqa 852 ABY
Speaking to the Group.

Interacting with: [member="Darth Vesper"] │ @Vaulkhar │ @Mythos │ @Vereshin │ [member="Nixia Amabilia"]
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“Placing a major government facility on Commenor may require more work to maintain, Mythos, but it is to secure the planet. Hearts and minds are something even the Sith must consider, and while it was devastated during the battle, it is certainly where we should put some effort into.”

Maliphant paused as he leaned back, finishing to the Sith Lord something simple;

“We don’t have to trust them, only for them to trust in us.”

Though the amount of political intrigue in the room was minor, Maliphant knew it was as much a part of the Sith as anything else; little to his own knowledge, he was once the leader of a sizeable empire known simply as ‘The Dominion’ before his predecessor ego got bored and decimated the empire and Ession, but that was a story for a different time. Despite his tutelage under the leadership of Lorrd, and the various elements regarding such, Maliphant was still a player at the table for his intellect more than anything else, as his power projection within The Sith was still meager, publically.

Turning to face Nixia as she spoke, Maliphant listened with a somewhat apathetic expression, responding only once she had concluded her various points;

“I think you should mind that bringing the Muuns to our side and involving them before we even know what it is we must do ourselves, will only put us at a disadvantage. However, I will cede that they should be our primary concern after the development of the organization; though I trust Darth Vesper hasn’t left us in the dark.”, he said as he looked to the leader of their small council.

“You do have a list of possible targets, don’t you?”

 

[Galicus Sagious]

It had been a while since his nephew had called, more than just a while since the banking clans did anything of interest either, most of the old Muuns time was spent in private ventures in Nubia where his nephew was so gracious to inform him of. He avoided the mandalorian attacks and raids so effectively that when he returned to Muunilist for a reconstruction job it was more or less ripe for the taking with little to no competition. Him and his nephew both had history back to the Southern Bazaars spanning decades and even landing a solid Rhydonium deal that stood to this day, fuel was always good for business too.

Out of the cane of [member="Mythos"] the hologram of Galicus appeared, on the call of Mythos in direct response to Maliphants concerns and the question raised just now. He was possibly the richest person on the room, not because he had the most income but because he never went to war, had unnecessary expenses or tallies to give to any empire. In laymans terms Galicus had no debts or upkeep, he got rid of that nuisance long ago.

At the request for detailed information on more business oriented data, his voice popped up. "Perhaps I can help with that." He said, turning his head slightly over his shoulder and nodding to his nephew before he continued. From the jewel Mythos popped from his cane came a hologram of Galicus' design of the major capital city and it was divided by three colors. "On such short notice I was able to divide the sectors depending on utility. Trade, Mining and Military, the three most popular and profitable ventures and enterprises in Muunilist. I am afraid that beneath the shell of each of these nests of proverbial robberies the individual records are hard to track. I am capable of allowing you a closer look into the higher echelons but beyond that it will be your own research and at your discretion. I have highlighted contracts coming to an end and contracts being currently negotiated, of the top two percent i have narrowed down to potentially three thousand prospects but only from the Capital. I stopped investing outside it when i was about your age." The old muun stated, he had a database and list filled with prominent names and skilled or even legendary Muuns but that was not what was requested earlier, it was the type of people Mythos wanted, quality even if he had to break the bank to get it.

"If that would be all Animus" The Muun asked, his old and tired frame visible yet his robes and gallant jewelry clear as to why that was. His question was directed to his nephew as the old Muun barely registered anyone else in the room, nor did he care. He was retired, old, enjoying the riches of his lifetime of cutthroat deals and the fact that the skeletons in his closet were so old no one would ever remember them anyway. The Foreman called... Even at his age bureaucracy and paperwork were a daily task if one wished to keep cutting throats and keeping those skeletons hidden.

[member="Darth Maliphant"] [member="Darth Maliphant"] @Vaulkhar [member="Darth Vesper"]​

 

[Mythos]

The words of Nixia were like a long overdue taste of sense and simplicity that he longed for, she was right and wise beyond her age. [member="Darth Maliphant"] spoke as if he knew some sort of project or long term plan that Mythos was either unaware of or glossed over. He audibly chuckled at her mention of their egos. She was bold, fierce, strong in the dark side of the force and fearless in the presence of Sith Lords, even if they were technically not allowed to execute them like in the One Sith. Lacking a current apprentice after the death of the last three Mythos showed interest in the sith. "Stop reading me like an open pop up hologram or we might just get along." He cut back to her with a knowing smile, knowing both of them together with such a similar mindset could be a force to be truly reckoned with both in and outside the warzones.

Going into a planet a setting up an economic power structure was something rare for many in the brotherhood but having to run an dynasty in Atrisia gave Mythos a more than vague idea. He knew what he needed to do, even if he did not have his Uncle Galicus who he used to respond to both Nixia and Maliphant.

It was as simple as clicking the prompt on his cane and his ancient looking uncle came forth from the cane. He was always better at navigating these things than Mythos, if he wanted to he could have gone to work directly for Danger Acrenau yet the old Muun proffered the safe and less risky option... It was how he had survived this long. He nodded to the Muun as he gave his presentation, something Mythos had to see play out time and time again in various circumstances, it was an older way to setting up strategy but it always worked. Out of all the sectors Mythos knew mining most, having already set up various mining operation here in the empire and outside in the Sii-Ruuvi empire. He took some time absorbing the information, making his own mental notes and navigating just how he would best take over those contracts... Perhaps assassination of the higher bidders would make the prices lower a tad? Such thoughts ran through the Sith's Mind.

"Thank you uncle and yes one question. What do you think of hearts and minds?" He asked, his eyes never leaving Maliphant when he asked the question.
[member="Darth Maliphant"] @Vaulkhar [member="Darth Vesper"] [member="Nixia Amabilia"]​

 

[Galicus Sagious]

An odd question... Yet one they had discussed before.

Mythos spent billions of credits building Atrisia, spending countless resources winning the hearts and minds of Atrisians and actually succeeded. Galicus had warned against this and his warnings were made true when all he built and constructed was destroyed and the hearts and minds were shot with blaster rifles.

"They bounce checks."

The hologram ended.​

 

[Darth Empyrean]

Muunilist, Cirqa 852 ABY
Speaking to the Group.

Interacting with: [member="Darth Vesper"] │ @Vaulkhar │ @Mythos │ @Vereshin │ [member="Nixia Amabilia"]
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Listening to the Muun as he spoke of possible targets at least reassured Maliphant that they had some groundwork already laid out before them. It wasn’t much, but 3,000 possible targets would do them well if they had only a 5% success rate; a good enough room for error in his eyes, so long as he didn’t put too much hope in those he was surrounded by, more evident than ever as Mythos spoke to him directly with the Muun’s backing.

“It’s a shame I don’t know who that Muun was, Lord Mythos, or I might’ve thought his opinion had some worth.”, he said with an overplayed smile.

“But, I can see now why you’re a warrior and not anything more. I envy how simple the galaxy seems to you.”

Possible an insult, but the way Maliphant spoke was too political. Offense may or may not have been had, but no matter Maliphant still respected his superiors, and however he tried to turn it Mythos was in fact his superior within The Sith. That didn’t mean he wouldn’t stick to his guns on what was rational, and made sense, at least to him.

Maliphant then turned back to the rest, speaking once more;

“Since the banking clans haven’t been unified in some time, I believe that should be our first prerogative. Muun’s are not dull by any means, but the reestablishment of their workings with Imperial backing might be the first step in swaying some of them to our side, especially if there are a number of already existing organizations on Muunilist that show promise.”

“Allowing for a subsidized, endorsed company line under the Imperial Bank would allow us to improve the private business sector without much harm on the public, and would additionally play into the greed of those that don’t wish to be apart of something larger, but increase their own standing.”, he continued.

“If what the Muun said is true, and his list shows promise, it could very well be the best way to bring the many in. Money speaks wonders, after all.”