War for the Planet of the Sneks (ORC Dominion of Sluis Van)

[Zef Halo]

Approaching Shipyards
Nemo’s Revenge Flank
Command Bridge, Mistress of Coins - http://starwarsrp.net/topic/133767-montrol-class-light-frigate/

The Mistress of Coins shadowed Nemo's Revenge as the two vessels attempted to create a buffer zone between the shipyards and the First Order ships. Well, Stazi was. They had the soaking damage cruiser. While Nemo's Revenge did that, Rohak gave order to overcharge the Ion Drives.

Heavy vibrations followed implying the necessity of future repairs before the power from the maneuver thrusters was shifted to the engines. The frigate darted like a serpent from the Nemo's Revenge's flank at the First Order ship. An eerie charging sound rang across the bridge before a beam of pure energy was released continuously upon the First Order vessel like a dragon's breath aiming to rip its hull open.

[member="Mazik Stazi"]
[member="Robogeber"] [member="Vonnegut Pyre"] [member="Pravina Venkatappa"]

 

[Robogeber]

Objective: Destroy
Enemies: Ssi-Ruuk | Sluis Van Shipyards
Allies: [member="Vonnegut Pyre"] | [member="Pravina Venkatappa"]
Potential Hostiles: [member="Rohak Vizsla"] | [member="Mazik Stazi"]


"Sir, the new contacts, they're moving to attack position." The Sensor Operator snapped. The Grand Admiral grimaced. It seemed things needed to be accelerated and the initial salvage stopped. This supposed Coalition was just a successor state to the Galactic Alliance of old. And he would not allow them to rebuild, or rearm. No. History and the blood spilt would not let that. The Grand Admiral looked down in the crew pits, and gave a nod.

"Begin operation." He snarled, "Seem's we have to accelerate our plans a little further." He paused, "Inform the Lieutenant Commander to commence bombardment." Rausgeber growled, "I don't want to leave them anything." There was a brief salute from the gunnery crew, and the Vengeance began. Missiles streaked from the vessel to the nearest structures. Unshielded and derelict, the stations exploded, torn apart. "Destroy everyone of them." The Grand Admiral snapped, "Let nothing stand for the scum!"

 

[Mythos]

Location: Shadowport Rexus
Objective: Harrass the new neighbors.
Allies: [member="Robogeber"] and friends.
Enemies: Everything else

They finally came this far north, they did exactly as Mythos predicted, as the Ancient Eye had shown him they would have. What the Ancient Eye did not show was the First Order remmnants striking before he did.

Deep in space but not too far Mythos sat in his true throne, a throne of decadence, drugs, weapons, illicit ship modulations and slaves. All from the comfort of the the most laid back and secretive locations he had ever built.

He was not a king here and much more of a C.E.O. An Entrepeneur and pioneer of Sii-Ruuk technology way before the Sith Empire went into blows with them.

"You'know one time I wanted to test my might in a match of shock boxing in the infant ORC" Mythos said as he tossed a credit chip into a mound of spice beside a massive desk. The desk was as much furniture as it was a technological marvel that allowed him to oversee the entire shadowport. Beside him the only creature he trusted at this time; The Anubian Butcher, Anok-eh. The dog like being simply scoffed and looked beyond his armored red visor to the main marketplace.

"Ironically they would like places like this, places of unbound freedom and trade where smugglers can dive into spice, guns and ships at the same time" He smiled as he threw another credit chip into the pile. His smile turned into a frown as he clicked on button after button in his super teched table.

The First Order had given Mythos some amazing IFF creds and patched him to the more secure lines during his stay at Atrisia in exchange for his services. What followed was incredibly simple, with a few commands Mythos activated his personal vessel; The Magnus Battlecruiser. As the crew prepared he sent encoded and encrypted messeges to all First Order's Six Fleet. The messege was simple: Expect Sith Imperial reinforcements in the form of a capital battlecruiser which was one parsect away.

"Today they're going to find out exactly how petty I am" With his words the entire shadowport began to rumble as the Batrlecruiser's mighty engines powered by the Sii-Ruuk's very own entechment technology. A red hue bathed the entire shadowport and a moment of silence ruled the place as the shadow of Mythos threw his head back and relaxed once again.

"You're not going yourself..." The Anubian remarked, knowing what that entailed. Mythos responded with a smirk and a feindish smile.

"I don't do personal anymore" He said, standing up and heading to the pressured door that separated the office main hall from his private quaters. As the door slid open two exotic female dancers from races Mythos didint really know the name of waited for him, behind them a massive bed with all all sorts of drinks, drugs and food.

As the door closed Mythod looked back to his Anubian General. "I have people for that now a days. Mainly you and your entire race"

 

[Griet van Vliet]

Objective 2: Dismantle entechment facilities
Allies: ORC
Suspicious: Ssi-ruuk

Before she could even have those Ssi-ruuk fill out their end of the T2057, i.e. make a Section 85 election, regarding the entechment rigs, she needed to think of a way to account for the difference between the rigs' net book value and the cost of new units, which, for S85 purposes, she knew the Talz tax authorities would accept as their fair market value since there is no active market for the entechment rigs. And even if she could somehow make a S85 election work, it must be reflected into their books in such a way that the financial statements would still be a fair and accurate reflection in all material respects. In VPN's, on the other hand, there would not be any of the slaves on the balance sheet, even if slaves were somehow required to be part of the transaction, only some entechment rigs kept as PP&E, with CCA taken on those rigs as class 8 assets, and the addition would be equal to the elected value. But she knew they wouldn't part with entechment rigs unless they could replace them with newer ones. Yet, she knew that convincing them new entechment rigs would be the way to go just couldn't be done without proper capital budgeting. And she knew that, whatever the gods' RRR (required rate of return) was, it was a positive number, but no more than that.

"The gods feel newer and more efficient entechment rigs will earn them more money over the lifetime of the new entechment rigs. However, I feel the gods' required rate of return changes all the time, so before we could even start discussing the capital budgeting of new rigs vs. keeping the old ones, and also whether the slaves would outlive the next-generation rigs, or the other way around, could you please tell us what the gods assume is the current RRR?"

"<Required rate of return? What's a required rate of return?>" the manager asked, rolling his eyes. "<Have the gods been greedier as of late?>"

"The gods only demand an unqualified audit opinion at this point: it's up to them to decide whether their return on investment has been satisfactory. Now, I won't pretend to know whether your current ROI is satisfactory to the gods. However, an unqualified audit opinion is not a guarantee, or even a reasonable assurance, that an entity is a good investment, only a reasonable assurance that an entity's financials are accurate in all material respects"

 

[Frielle Kinniak]

Sulis Van

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Trains.

A spacer's delight, and the moment the order was given she was more than happy to spring from cover. A sleight of hand to her booted dagger and the first Ssi-Ruuk felt the blade dig into his flesh. He spun to be greeted by a fist. Frielle wrestled him to the ground before his partner rushed over, using the soon to be dead dino as cover she pushed the body into her opponent and grasped the hilt of her dagger. In one swift motion, it moved from the body of his compatriot into his neck, and the second Ruuk was down. Frielle rushed down the car and slid beneath a hail of blaster fire.

Her hand managed to grab a handle of a suitcase, opening it she found well, clothes. Sithspawn. She cursed and moved to flatten herself up against the wall of the moving car. The first Ruuk to pass into the car was met with her elbow as she took his weapon and annihilated him with it. Frielle was not expecting the counter from his partner as well. A swift hit of his tail knocked her over. The pilot found herself on the ground for a moment, the glint of his spear brought her back to reality and she managed to roll out of the way. The harsh sound of bodies dropping, most likely from Kunn's rifle made her grin.

A wild mischievous grin, "c'mon schutta, let's go." She waved her opponent over, "get a friend and we'll call it even."

[member="Cuan Kunn"] | [member="Rayf Vigil"] | [member="Loske Matson"] | [member="Decker Willo"] | [member="Petir Soont"] | [member="Max Darksun"]

[media]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qCXGE1cLWrw[/media]

 

[Loske Treicolt]

10 Klicks from Entechment Facility​

Wraith Squadron: [member="Cuan Kunn"] / [member="Rayf Vigil"] / [member="Decker Willo"] / [member="Max Darksun"] / [member="Petir Soont"]​

Theme song​

The air pressure around her person was deafening and skin-stretching. It raged against the kiffar's body as she grunted to heave her body around the corner she'd awkwardly been pressed against for a handful of seconds after she'd been jolted from her position via her grappling hook. It had been a few feet off her intended destination, and she'd awkwardly been shimmying alongside the train's exterior trying to get nearer the backside for much longer than she'd had originally intended. With a grimace, she stretched her arm as far as she could, grasping at the vertical rebar before being able to wrap her fingers around it and secure her grip enough to transfer her weight to swing to the small platform.

She unhooked herself from the grapple, and let it twist in the rushing wind while she pushed inside -- murmuring under her breath about how much easier it was to calculate a planet's gravity, versus a train's. The math was more constant. Opening the door let a flood of light into the backdoor of the car, and there was a stomp of surprise from a scaly-guard within the containment.

Loske also let out an "Oh!" of surprise when the creature lunged at her, stumbling more than its usual predatory lumber and she twisted sharply, tightly tucking her body into the room while the lizard gained momentum and trundled into the outside and, quite comically and unexpectedly, over the platform. "Didn't even have to lift a finger." Loske murmured, hurriedly shutting the door and leaning against it to secure the lock for no unwanted re-entry.

The stumbling was uncharacteristic of the creature, though. Even if it had been surprised by Loske's sudden arrival.

She peeked her blonde head into another dimly lit just in time to see [member="Frielle Kinniak"] absolutely dominating the lizards and she hissed out a gleeful yess and made a triumphant fist at the spectacle. Even in the dim lighting of the train's exterior, the silhouettes of the indigenous reptiles was daunting. Light eyes squinted into the under lit cabin -- she could almost feel the cogs of her mind turning.

The windows! They were all sealed and blacked out. Probably to reduce the impact of the external illumination, since the Ssi-Ruuk's eyesight was so poor. Sudden illumination would be near blinding, and certainly disorienting. That'd give the wraith's a good level up for this contest of strength and stealth.

To whoever was listening to their earpiece, the youth commented her thoughts aloud: "I'm going to try and find the control room, shed a little light on the situation."

 

[Griet van Vliet]

Objective 2: Dismantle entechment facilities Capital budgeting
Allies: ORC
Suspicious: Ssi-ruuk

"<In the past, we assumed the gods' RRR was the same as our WACC, so it was about 8%. However, this assumes we win our court case in the High Court. We win, and we remain tax-exempt, otherwise, we will be taxed at 30% effective immediately>"

"How would a loss in the courts affect your WACC? Do you expect any savings, or additional revenue, from the new rigs, compared to the current rigs?"

Even though most of the liabilities of the entechment operators were mundane accounts payable, the Ssi-ruuk's WACC, or weighted average cost of capital, was driven up mostly by the comparatively higher cost of equity. For the Ssi-ruuk, because they have a pending court case regarding their tax status, it affects their WACC also. Yet, she feels prudent that the tax-exempt WACC of 8% is a better starting point than the taxable WACC. After tracing those entechment rigs to the fixed asset ledger, it appears the purchase price of those rigs is 27,000 per rig, and their current net book value is 2,700. So there are only 2 years left to the rigs currently in service. If these Ssi-ruuk agree to sell the rigs under Section 85, the journal entry for the sale of the rigs would be: Dr. Cash 2,700x, Dr. FV-NI/OCI investments 24,300x, Dr. Accumulated depreciation 24,300x, Cr. Fixed assets 27,000x, Cr. OCI 24,300x, Griet thought, realizing that OCI was a thing under Ssi-ruuk GAAP, including such things as translation gain/loss on exchange rate accounting or actuarial gains/losses on pension expenses. Once the topic of the RRR is dealt with, it was time to consider the cash flow timing.

"<It would be a tenth of a percent or two lower. As for the new rigs, they cost 87,000 each, with a lifespan of 20 years, and will save us half of the maintenance costs of ca. 5,000 per rig, per year, so 2,500, while also bringing in about 7,500 more in contribution margin per rig yearly. No extra working capital required>"

"I'm afraid you can't use the internal rate of return when your choices have unequal lifespans, so we need to calculate the net present value first. However, just to be safe, the gods expect the entechment business to cover possible losses elsewhere in their portfolio, so they expect a higher RRR going forward, through the equity portion, double the current cost of equity"

"<That means our RRR is going to be 15%>"

 

[Alleycat]

Train Assault
Allies: Wraith Squadron [member="Rayf Vigil"] [member="Cuan Kunn"] [member="Loske Matson"] [member="Frielle Kinniak"]
Enemy: Ssi-Ruuk
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It all came down to great timing and a bit of luck.

As the train steamed along Reaper readied himself, then made the leap from the overpass onto the top of one of the forward box cars behind the lead engine. He landed a hair to the right of center and lost his footing for a moment flinging his arms about for balance before the magnetic boots worn activated keeping him atop the moving hover train.

The Chandrilan's mission was to take control of the engine or disable it completely. He hoped to achieve that sooner than later and without having to work too hard to do so, but these lizards were smarter than the average bear reptile. Max was prepared though to strike if need be as he moved quickly to where the next car connected with his adjudicator in hand.

A sweet voice tickled his ear as Loske spoke over the Wraith's comms.

"Roger that, Blue... Give us a head's up before flipping the switch."

 

[Frielle Kinniak]

[media]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=f3dpAVxA2EA[/media]

[member="Rayf Vigil"] | [member="Cuan Kunn"] | [member="Loske Matson"] | [member="Max Darksun"]

"Son of a HUTT!" Frielle cursed tossing another luggage of clothes, this had to be the worst timing ever. Before using the suitcase as a shield against incoming blaster fire. She was sure she secured a blaster in one of these kriffing loot boxes, "oh hey." She came across a very lovely scarf, and a hat. "This is very-" Blaster shot the hat off her head. "OI!"

Getting to her feet she grabbed one suitcase, and then another tossing one then the other down the aisle as the dino charged in her direction. Oh good, Dark and Broody finally showed up she thought to herself as the second dino charged in the other direction. "SITHSPAWN!" This was going to hurt, quickly she tossed herself into one of the seats and rolled down to the floor narrowly missing one knife while the other carved off a section of skin from her face. "That's fine I didn't like that part of me face anyway." Mostly.

On the floor she crawled under the seats as the Ruuk took every opportunity to stab at her. It was the absolute worst game of Silther Snek™ ever. As she crawled for her kriffing life she found another suitcase and this one as she knocked it open against the wall. "HAHAHA! NOW YOU'RE KRIFFED!" Frielle scrambled to her feet on the other end of the seat ducking in time to miss another stab of a spear. Pulling the trigger crimson hued promises of death scored their marks against the Ruuk's scales. It didn't take too much longer for the Ruuks to be downed, "told you, should've gotten some friends."

"Right, passenger car clear - moving up."

 

[Kyle Farnes]

As the dust started to settled, the Mandalorian pulled up his rifle. Through his HUD he found a few heat signatures, low but definitely raptor shaped. The man grinned beneath his helmet and aimed his rifle. Taking a two second breath, he squeezed off a few blasts, the rifle more of a burst battle-rifle than a fully auto. The nice thing about being a Mandalorian was that he had a lot of experience with his weaponry and armor. It meant he could change it, but not necessarily on the fly.

What he wanted was to get to “Sluis Command, this is Ranger. I’ve got the Raptors sighted. Will try to pull them away from the structure, then the other team can get in.” He was a soldier, and a warrior, he knew what he could do, and that meant fight. Taking his rifle and training it on another signature, he fired.

“Activate my stun gaunts.” He said to his HUD which was changing energy from his batterypack and to his gloves. He knew he’d be run over by the Raptors soon. Grinning, he took another shot and saw the group coming in.

“Give me a quick jetpack boost.” He said to the very basic suit VI. He pulled a stun grenade and it jump. The Mando threw his grenade into the fray and its went off just before he landed.


[member="Gray Venasir"]

 

[Cuan Kunn]

Train Job!
[member="Frielle Kinniak"] | [member="Loske Matson"] | [member="Max Darksun"] | [member="Rayf Vigil"]

The Sullustan was not the only one who felt out of place, he surmised. The Wraiths were much different than what he learned during his time as a Rogue. He was taking the time to even the field with his rifle, set up for sniper configuration. If there was one thing the alien didn’t like, it was getting into close quarters combat. He’d leave that sort of thing up to his brother. All he wanted was to be back in his cockpit.

TIEs and other fighters were his preferred target, but for now? Ssi-Ruuvi and their expanded range since the collapse of the First Order were going to be just as well. He laughed when he dropped three Raptors in quick succession. He heard the call from Loske and nodded. <<We’ll hold them back if you can get in there.>> The Sullustan knew his role here, and that was to keep the fight off the ones who were better with computers and technology.

<<Where are we sending non-combatants?>>

 

[Rayf Vigil]

Location: 5 Klicks Out from Entechment Facility
Objective: Initiate Phase Two
Wraith Squadron: [member="Loske Matson"], [member="Cuan Kunn"], [member="Decker Willo"], [member="Max Darksun"], [member="Frielle Kinniak"], [member="Petir Soont"]

​

Rayf locked eyes with the Ssi-ruu overseer and grunted with exertion, wordlessly struggling with the reptilian creature over its half-gripped paddle beam rifle. One of the team's combat specialists might have stood a chance in close quarters, but the Old Man was no fighter. An almost lazy flick of his quarry's tail sent him skidding to the far side of the train car with a bruised solar plexus. Cargo erupted under the focused intensity of an exotic energy blast, and the fallen pilot recovered his wits just in time to see the alien adjust its aim.

Before it got a chance to pulverize him, Vigil drew his adjudicator and opened fire. Lightly wounded by small caliber projectile fire, the Ssi-ruu roared in pain but mostly annoyance. It wouldn't have been enough to save him, but the scoundrel's luck that seemed to touch so many corellians intervened and his last round struck the paddle beamer, forcing the overseer to drop its sparking weapon. He stumbled back to his fight, just in time to witness the alien brandish a deadly looking melee weapon and charge.

He saw his life flash before his eyes, before a flurry of las bolts sent it crashing into a twitching heap at Wraith Leader's feet. Kinniak shot him a glance as if to say 'stop screwing around' before proceeding on to the next car. Rayf heard more weapons fire and the shrieks of sluissi loyalists.

"I think we're clear," he commed to the others when he could hear no more violence, "Cuff any noncoms for now, we'll slow down enough before the last push to toss em overboard."

Swinging his backpack around and setting it in the train car before him, Commander Vigil carefully removed the portable device that each member of his team had hauled all the way from their StealthX's to make this plan work. By itself the EMP charge would do very little damage, but chaining all of theirs together at once could knock out power to most of the entechment facility, freeing the victims and making their jobs a lot easier. All they had to do was bluff their way past the checkpoint and hold out long enough for the charges to power up.

"Alright start setting your charges," Rayf ordered the others, "Which one of you has the best sluissi impression?"

 

[Griet van Vliet]

Objective 2: Capital budgeting
Allies: ORC
Suspicious: Ssi-ruuk

"Let's start with the assumption of a victory in the courts"

The Ssi-ruuk would rather treat the capital budgeting decision in incremental terms, assuming that inflation is nil. Or... perhaps the new 15% required rate of return is a nominal one, with inflation factored in and the 10,000 inflow provided by the Ssi-ruuk being in real credits, and the real RRR being lower, but still higher than the old RRR. The hard part is converting the real inflows to nominal inflows. Even with the tax rate being unchanged. Yet, most people engaging in capital budgeting would ignore inflation altogether, and assume the nominal rate is the same as the real rate, and Ssi-ruuk were no different. It's a straightforward thing when there are no taxes; here it's just the present value of the cash inflows compared to the net initial investment. At 15% RRR, the NPV is positive for this project, some value between 2-3,000 per rig. With taxes, it becomes 7,000 plus the tax shield. 900 for the first two years, and 1,305 for the remaining 18 years thereafter. These Ssi-ruuk must pray that either the gods become less greedy in future years, energy prices rise considerably in future years, they win in the courts, or some combination thereof, she thought.

"If we ignore inflation, adding taxation in the mix is not that much more complicated, but it still is, because of depreciation expense giving tax savings"

 

[Loske Treicolt]

"Copy and my thanks." Loske nodded, slipping back from the faintly illuminated train car once more. The dance of silhouettes was barely distinguishable against the backdrop of shadows, and she navigated delicately through the vacant spaces. The dragon-like oppressors stomped around, although the numbers were dropping significantly with the Wraith's efforts. Navigating through the cars would take quite some time, so she opted for a less lizard-intensive route.

Opening the door she'd come through once again, and closing it from the outside, she was welcomed by a torrent of wind. She shimmied over to the nearest ladder, scaling up to the rooftop of the train and lowering herself to a crouch to centre her gravity and not be blown from the top before she even started being remotely useful. The backpack on her person was helpful for providing more gravirt.

Crawling atop of the cars, she crossed about three roofs, keeping tabs on the conversation within via her comm. Pressing around the cut out of a latch, she found leverage and gave it a lift, lowering herself into the room with a grunt as she transitioned from heavy air pressure to calm air. To her delight, the designated control room was surprisingly vacant.

Hurriedly, she kneeled to overview the train's controls. "Can you tell me Sluissese for windows?" The blonde asked, swapping channels to her direct communication line with her astromech.

At the ready, Frank provided.

She scanned the controls, seeking characters that matched the patch through Frank had provided. "Bingo."

"Lights in about 5 seconds." Loske commented, swapping channels once more and pressing down the button to lift the panel covers on the train and provide more lighting into each of the cabins. Should there be any more of the savage lizards, their poor eyesight would be severely disoriented from the dramatic shift from dim to lit.

A handful of moments later, she received the notification from Old Man that the violence had ended.

Well, wasn't this speedy!

She unshouldered her pack and kneeled, rummaging through to find the rather cumbersome shaped charge inside.
"Whoever's got the best slur. Anyone want a drink to help their sluissese?"

[member="Rayf Vigil"] / [member="Cuan Kunn"] / [member="Frielle Kinniak"]

 

[Mazik Stazi]

Location: Approaching Shipyards
Objective: Damage Soak
Area of Operations: [member="Rohak Vizsla"], [member="Robogeber"], [member="Vonnegut Pyre"], [member="Mythos"], [member="Pravina Venkatappa"]

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COMBAT BRIDGE​

NEMO'S REVENGEhttp://starwarsrp.net/topic/132154-ans-nemos-revenge/​

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"They're firing on the shipyards!" the Revenge's executive officer exclaimed, although it did not need to be said.

Mazik slammed his fist onto the holostation in front of him. A vital piece of old Alliance infrastructure reduced to ashes, and for what? So that whichever warlord was responsible could cling to the delusion that their Supreme Leader had not led them into oblivion. Even from beyond the grave, the First Order tasked him. His flagship was burning as fast as possible on an intercept course, but the Imperials still had a brief window to wreak as much havoc as possible.

"Our friends still following?" he asked, and from his tone it was obvious that their pursuers were anything but friendly.

"They're gaining rapidly," Bashir acknowledged.

"Good."

Admiral Stazi and the Coalition weren't the only ones interested in Sluis Van's production yards. To the crew of the Revenge they were a vital logistics point to be reclaimed on the path to Sullust, but to the collapsing Ssi-ruuvi Imperium invasion force they were a key to their very survival. After what felt like aeons Mazik's battlecruiser crawled into position, Imperial turbolasers beginning to pound relentlessly against its dwindling deflector reserves. Soon enough he would not be the strike group's only concern.

Ssi-ruuk cruisers burned into extreme weapons range, and began to open fire on the First Order ships. One lone battlecruiser was not nearly as important as protecting the Imperium's sovereign assets. Another barrage nearly caused him to stumble, but the wily old duros grinned in spite of everything.

"Target at your discretion," he relayed to his gun crews.


Note: Apologies for the severe delay, July was a rough month for work.

 

[Jaius Sovv]

Location: Denab System
Objective: Oversee the Campaign
Military Liasion: [member="Coren Starchaser"]

ALLIANCE ONE​

SLUIS SECTOR​

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"Still no word from Fleet Admiral Stazi?" the elder statesman asked.

"None, sir."

Chief of State Jaius Sovv leaned back in his hoverchair, beady ebon orbs gazing out at the strategic representation of the Sluis sector. One of his aides slid a model representing their advance forces right up to the edge Sluis Van's star chart placement with a poker. It would have been far easier simply to cart a holoprojector into the room, but Jaius had held little regard for such newfangled technology even before his vision had started to go. At least with sculpted physical representations he could get a vague sense of what was happening.

"Keep trying," his word was law, and the junior officer leapt to comply, "We're bound to get through."

They had made astounding progress this past year for a people who not so long ago were barely surviving on the edge of oblivion. Elrood, Dagobah, and Vero were already returned to the fold. But Jaius knew there would be challenges to come, challenges that would test whether their New Alliance was fit to survive. Sluis Van was the first of these. There were rumors of organized First Order presence gathering in the Unknown Regions, but their old enemy was scattered to the wind and retaking a Ss-ruuk fortress world by strength of arms was by no means a foregone conclusion.

"General Starchaser," Sovv caught the corellian Jedi's attention, waving him over with a withered claw, "A moment if you please."

Most of the Home Fleet was gathered over Denab waiting for a signal from their missing fleet commander. A temporary base on the surface had been outfitted to function as a local staging point weeks in advance. Over the last hour supplies had been ferried back and forth from planetside to loitering armada at a truly staggering rate. Sluis Van was the key, Jaius knew. If they could take over even a fraction of the natives' industrial capacity they would be approaching Eriadu and Sullust from a position of strength. Without the Sluissi, they could not guarantee to defend those worlds far enough galactic north of Elrood.

"Is everything prepared for the landing?" he asked his old friend Coren, "We must be delicate. Drive their Ssi-ruuk conquerors out yes, but we cannot risk alienating the common people. Military and collaborationist targets only."

 

[Griet van Vliet]

Objective 2: Capital budgeting
Allies: ORC
Suspicious: Ssi-ruuk

"<Any reason to ignore the costs of litigation in this capital budgeting? You have ignored litigation costs>"

"First, litigation, for the purposes of this capital budget, is considered irrelevant because the costs are incurred regardless of whether the project goes ahead or not. But the first two years alone of tax expenses eat all the NPV you could even derive at the nominal RRR of 15% in the tax-free case. I have another question; you once said that your estimate of net additional cash inflow is 10,000 per year in real credits, and we have ignored inflation thus far. What estimates do you have of inflation rates?"

"<3%>"

Assuming tax-free, and inflation-less, capital budgeting, the IRR is 15.78% while in the taxation case, the corresponding figure is 12.35%. As for the NPV at 15%, tax-free means 2593.31 while adding taxes in the mix makes the NPV go into the red, -8674.66. They'll never suspect that I'm a Jedi because in the eyes of so many, Jedi are perceived as being inept with money, and I'm an accountant, she thought. But now, she's willing to attempt NPV calculations with the real inflows converted to nominal, and this means the growing annuity formula must be used as a baseline for the tax-free case, with the growth rate being simply the inflation rate. However, this isn't a constant growth rate kind of deal when taxation is factored in since the tax shield is in nominal credits, but the tax paid on the profits grows like the associated revenues. In the tax-free case, the NPV of factoring in the inflation of the inflows is 14,137.17, and correspondingly, with taxes, -592.47. So inflation hasn't increased the nominal IRR by the inflation rate in the taxation case, but it's still in the neighborhood of 14%. It's a significant difference, but maybe, to their eyes, they harbor hopes the gods won't be as greedy in later years.

"It will take maybe a few days or perhaps two weeks to get the audit finished, however, but as I said at the very beginning, just because the gods requested an audit, doesn't mean you actually did anything to anger them"

 

[Coren Starchaser]

The General of the Alliance Army was making his way through the hall with two of his sergeants. They were going to be moving on Sluis Van shortly, as a clean-up team. Wraiths and mercenaries were moving forward with the Coalition soldiers and peacekeepers. There were already some Pathfinders on the ground, but they weren’t going to be needed once the clean-up team enters. The missions would keep moving, running teams into the planets on the way to Sullust to retake the Capital.

“We are going to need to keep tabs on the Ssi-Ruuk locally. But that’s the next mission. We need to get supplies planetside after the first wave.” He was going to be running down to the planet with the Pathfinders, once there was a foothold. He preferred to be in the first wave, but with Admiral Stazi ahead of him, he needed to keep closer to the Chief of State. That that he was.

But hearing the call from the elder Sullustan, he looked to the two and nodded. “Get the teams prepared. I’ll join you shortly.”

Starchaser was, of course, in the black and gold armor of an Alliance officer. He gave the Chief a salute. “We’re almost ready. Some advance Pathfinders and our mercenaries. We’ve dropped on Ssi-Ruu targets, but the Pathfinders know that they need to join up with the Sluissi. I’ll be in the next drop, heading to the joint operation center. Some of the Underground have given us some decent intelligence and made the right calls to some of the Sluissi. I do have an armed guard for you, but the orders are for when the fighting is controlled.”

He looked to the Chief with a nod. He was as anxious as Starchaser to get back to the Capital. To his people. The Corellian just hoped they could do it properly.

[member="Jaius Sovv"]

 

[Cuan Kunn]

He was more than willing to keep watch of the noncoms and with targets moving from his preferred range? He’d do what was needed. <<Roger, Old Man.>> He replied. Cuffs it was. Made it easier, no one would be hurt if they did it right. But he was still not liking what he was seeing. Cuffs had a bad connotation for the civilians and non-combatants, but right now he didn’t want anyone running around and pulling out a weapon. When it came time for the jump? He’d free their bounds so they could swim, if it came to water.

His rifle was slung low against his hip as he pulled a few cuffs, and selecting the non-Sluissi for the more stronger cuffs. They were liberators, not terrorists here. The Sullustan did his best impression of a human smile and wink combo, but it was definitely lost coming from his species, even more so when translated to another species that wasn’t human.

So, that was a thing.

Once he had a few of the beings taken care of he nodded. <<Setting charge.>> He dropped his back and rested his rifle on the ground. <<Hard pass on that impression, Leader. But a drink later sounds good, Blue>> The Sullustan got to work priming his EMP.

[member="Frielle Kinniak"]
[member="Rayf Vigil"]
[member="Loske Matson"]

 

[Griet van Vliet]

Objective 2: Capital budgeting
Allies: ORC
Suspicious: Ssi-ruuk

"A reasonable assurance is that any potential errors on the financial statements are small enough to be below a certain threshold because we cannot check against the entirety of the transactions, not with the sheer volume of customers in this industry. The gods know that audits aren't perfect, and act accordingly. That said, these slaves are worn-down enough not to last 20 more years, even on these new rigs we just made the capital budget of"

The main variable that could affect how long it would take to complete the audit was getting their debtors to respond to the inquiries as to the value of the A/Rs outstanding from each customer sampled and positive confirmation was to be used here. Oh and stratification was key for reducing the sample size down to a cost-effective value, so the audit team would be pulling about 100 accounts given the AAR, or acceptable audit risk, asked by the gods. What she feels the auditees don't understand is why the gods are seemingly OK with an unqualified audit opinion based on statistical sampling of the A/Rs, which is based on checking the accuracy of only some of the accounts. The infamous audit expectation gap. The assurance cannot be absolute. But because their suspicions of divine anger lead them to believe they need to produce a higher rate of return from this point onward, management is praying that the lowest of the IRRs calculated will be enough to appease them going forward, which is still higher than the current rate of return. It's now that I can even start talking about Section 85, she thought, while preparing to mind-trick those Ssi-ruuk managers and having them fill out the T2157 form.

"You will sell me all your entechment rigs along with the slaves chained to them"

"<I will sell you all our entechment rigs along with the slaves chained to them>"

"You will make a Section 85 election for the entechment rigs at their net book value"

"<I will make a Section 85 election for the entechment rigs at their net book value>"

"Their fair market value is the price you bought them for"

"<Their fair market value is the price we bought them for>"