Faction With Fresh Eyes | Kingdom of Naboo

[Svana Neoma]

Queen Liviana​

TAG: Talak Jenste | Tyran Numeck | Teyla Sal-Soren | Alora Ee'everwest | Khan Thaldir | Others I'm Missing

Returning to Theed had been the most difficult thing Svana had ever done in her life. More difficult than walking out to face the crowd for the first time. More difficult than standing still and not falling over during her coronation. More difficult than all of the ups and downs during her reign. And yes, more difficult than leaving had been. It had been a matter of more or less being tossed over a shoulder and drug to a shuttle, right after the late Viceroys had been taken out, there in front of them all. It had been a moment that had frozen the young Queen in place, and it rocked her to her very core in a way she still was having trouble understanding to this day.

And yet, she and those closest to her and not even gotten close to rendezvous with what had been left of the CIS before Svana made the vessel turn around and go back. Naboo needed her, what was left of the people needed her, and there was so much work to be done once the smoke cleared. She had sent word out to the masses, to inform her people that she was going home, that she would be there for them, to help restore what they had lost.

Little did she know just what sort of job she had volunteered herself for. Never mind the people who had followed her back...

"Once again, I would like to reiterate the fact that none of you need be here." Svana sighed out. Thus far they had managed to clear enough of the palace to have a place to gather safely. One of the larger drawing rooms was fit with things the gathered would need to rest, to remain hydrated and fed. "The very last thing I desire is to have those closest to me start resenting me for all of this," she made a slow gesture around them. Even though the immediate room was in good shape, and other places were at least being cleaned up well enough, there was still plenty of things that needed to be done, to be fixed and repaired.

She had called an impromptu meeting. There was nothing dire going on in the immediate moment, but Svana was well aware of just how bare her forces were now. She needed to see who was still on her side, at her side. Which noble Families were still here, who had returned, who planned to pitch in, and who planned to cut and run. The Queen had not called these people in today to work, or to get their hands dirty. She had called to gather just to see who she had left.

 

[Khan Thaldir]

Khan remained at the Queen's side towering over her, it was a grim time for the planet ever since the sudden collapse of the CIS. With infighting and attack by unknown hostiles, Naboo was suffering from eternal crisis. No doubt that the Galactic Alliance would take the opportunity to expand their influence. Without the CIS governing the planets of the Outer Rim, It was every system for themselves now. Khan knew the Queen Svana since they were children and while the two have became close, they were often busy with their duties. Khan was busy making sure that the Naboo guard was prepped and ready for any sign of invasion. No one is going to take Naboo nor take the Queen while he's standing. Dressed in his Uniform, Khan remained silent while the Queen began to talk her voice strained with stress and uncertainty. Part of Khan wanted to comfort her and tell her to remain strong, but he had those same doubts as well.

Svana Neoma

 

[Vynter]

THEED PALACE, NABOO
Shortly after the Fall of the Confederacy

Naboo would never stand alone.

These were the parting words uttered by the man once known as Vicelord. Though the Southern Systems had decided to strike out on their own...though his throne was stripped of all its splendor...Darth Metus yet cared for his former charges. This level of concern was anathema to the Emissary. When he stood before the Sith, receiving his marching orders per the usual, he could not fathom why he was being sent. Of course, he would obey and attempt to bridge the new gap between Naboo and the Confederate Remnant. However, he silently questioned why the former Vicelord cared. They chose to dissolve the Confederacy. They chose to abandon the Remnant to their fate. Why should they care about their survival?

This was the question which lived in Vynter's mind as his vessel touched down in Theed.

The city was a shadow of its former glory. The onslaught of the Unmaker had certainly left its mark. Buildings were yet scorched, the remains of the Netherworld beasts were being piled up for disposal, etc. Recovery was occurring, but it would be slow going. The warrior simply shook his head and moved alongside the escort that received him. Together, they strode briskly into the conference room where the Queen of Naboo planned her next moves. Though Vynter questioned the value of extending an olive branch, he would fulfill his orders to the letter. Thus, upon entering the room, the Emissary bowed gracefully and introduced himself.

"Your Grace," he began, "my name is Vynter, Emissary sent by the former Vicelord of the Confederacy. We, who have settled at the edge of the Galaxy, send our greetings and support."

Vynter then rose to his full height and offered a professional nod to those who had gathered.

"It is His will that Naboo knows a single truth: you will never stand alone."​

Talak Jenste | Tyran Numeck | Teyla Sal-Soren | Alora Ee'everwest | Khan Thaldir | Svana Neoma​

 

[Kyyrk]

Kyyrk, in opposition to Vynter, did not attend in person. Nor did he attend as an emissary of the Remnant. He appeared as a friend. As a mentor. As an advisor. Kyyrk had obtained a room within one of the watchtowers at the edge of the encampment on Verun. His vigil was far from over, and he was far from sure that his people were safe. But his duty was split three ways. As Vynter offered a bow, a light shimmered next to him. A soft blue glow filled the room, as the figure of Kyyrk faded into being. The hologram bowed in sync with Vynter, and straightened in sync as well. Considerably more haggard than he had been when last Svana Neoma had seen him, Kyyrk still stood with a proud air. His armor was simple, light. Suitable to the desert realms in which they now found themselves. His scars were beginning to heal, but the true passage of time was marked by the snowy beard adorning his chin.

"As both a nation, and a person, you have what support I may give." Kyyrk's hologram folded its arms over its chest, and his head turned to look at something far away. A clear indicator that his attention was twofold. "I apologize for being unable to appear in person, Your Highness. There is still much to be done on Verun." And he'd not yet been cleared for travel. Damned medics... His gaze turned back to the young Queen. "I commend you for making it through unscathed." Kyyrk's gaze flicked to the side for a moment, surveying the figure of Khan Thaldir. This one was new to him. But he remained by the Queen's side. But even from here, Kyyrk did not need the Force to sense the man's own doubts.

Kyyrk had already been in communication with the young queen. A private message issued for her eyes only:

Be brave in the face of adversity.

You have done all you can. In that, take pride. The battle we faced was lost long before it started. Now, your people look to you to guide them into a new era. Do not try to solve all of your problems at once. Take the hits as they come. Endure, and prosperity will find you again.

Kyyrk was a rather unique and cursed individual. This was not the first time he'd lived through something like this. Nor, he feared, would it be the last. But that was a matter to worry about a different day. For today, his lone concern was the wellbeing of Naboo, and Verun. He would deal with the other matters later...
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Talak Jenste | Tyran Numeck | Teyla Sal-Soren | Alora Ee'everwest

 

[Tyran Numeck]

This wasn't exactly the job that Tyran had thought he had signed up for. It was supposed to be just a simple body guard contract for the Queen of Naboo while she got her court in order, but yet now here he was left in charge of a rag tag group of mercenaries and soldiers who were all that remained of the military force on the ground. Having been through many near death scraps as a Mandalorian Tyran had to admit that he thought this last one was going to be it for him and his team, but by whatever grace or luck followed them had still managed to win out. He'd proved his worth and stuck by the Queen when he could have cut and run and he wasn't about to just turn his back on her now.

Naboo was critically weakened in every way imagineable and it was going to be ripe for the picking from all kinds of unsavory types. A low grunt left his tired face as he scratched at it with a gloved hand. "I don't think anyone would resent you personally for this alone. So many others were at fault just as equally for allowing what happened to happen." he said to the Queen. "You want what is left of the population to be behind you and I feel pretty confident in saying that they want to be, they need a figurehead after all of this and you came back here knowing full well what might happen. They won't forget that."

"We need to focus on getting civil infastructure back up and running; homes, food, medicine, clean water. Just tell me what you need done and I'll get it organized." Oh Tyran was going to have plenty of tasks to delegate to his little brother. Come to Naboo Ty! So much credits to be made and you and the others can sit in the lap of luxury for once! Tyran should have known better than to fall for that line Rixa had given him. He should have known what was going to happen once he had decided to move his Clan to Naboo, because it seemed to happen everywhere they decided to settle. First Mandalore, then Roon and now Naboo...to say he was just a little bit tired and whole lot of bitter about the situation would be an understatement.



Tag: Svana Neoma || Vynter || Teyla Sal-Soren || Khan Thaldir || Alora Ee'everwest

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[Svana Neoma]

Queen Liviana​

TAG: Tyran Numeck | Kyyrk | Vynter | Khan Thaldir | Talak Jenste

The presence of those already closest to her, for once, was not overly comforting to Svana. There were too many unknown factors, too many things that still needed to be done and taken care of. Some of which were of course pointed out by the Numeck brother the young Queen wasn't best acquainted with.

"We have already got rations for food and clean water moving." She sighed out. "The rations won't last, we need to figure out food and heat for the people first. And it would not hurt to start trying to source more clean water, just in case." The rest of of the conversation died out on her lips when the room was breached by a body she did not recognize. It caused the young Queen's posture to slowly straighten and her chin to set as she observed the approach with slightly pursed lips and a furrowed brow. And the greeting she received made Svana's eyes narrow and a soft huff of breath to slip past her lips. The former Vicelord wanted to extend a hand? Goddess above, did she have choice words that delicate protocol would not allow her to utter in that moment.

This was not a moment to let personal feelings bleed into the situation. This was a moment where every available hand should be accepted - within reason.

And luckily for her sanity, familiarity shimmered to life beside this Emissary. "Kyyrk." she sighed out, and the rigidness of her posture even ebbed visibly. "Its good to know you're still alive." she did state, and it was genuine. There was very little she knew about the survival of the former CIS; she had no idea where they had gone, who was still alive and well, or any other details. At least no more than what had literally just been presented to her. "I am hardly unscathed," Svana did point out with a very slight shake of her head. "No one made it through that mess unscathed. But, we are alive, and we are determined, and that is all we could really ask for before now."

Her gaze swept to the side for a moment, taking in those who were physically here to support her and help, and then she looked back to the men in front of her. "The knowledge that we're not alone is very much so appreciated, and could not have been presented at a better time." Even if it left a bad taste in her mouth personally. "There is much that we need in the immediate moment, all of which are the most basic of needs for the remaining and returning people of Naboo. But above all of that, knowing and being able to show my people that we have not been completely and utterly abandoned in the wake of this disaster is important."

There were too many things, too many unknowns out there for Naboo to be left completely on it's own, especially right now. They needed this confirmation of support.

 

[Kyyrk]

Kyyrk looked around at those gathered, uncrossing his arms and walking in an arc closer to the group. As he walked, his gaze turned to sweep over a large stretch of empty desert, which translated to him looking particularly interested in a wall for a moment. His hands clasped at the small of his back. "In a manner of speaking, yes." He was alive, but at what cost? His wounds had been extensive. A fact that Alessandra Creed had already chastised him for greatly. Kyyrk paused, taking another look across the empty expanse before turning to give his full attention to the Queen once more.

"I am not at liberty to discuss specifics, but a number of Confederate loyalists have landed safely on a world some ways towards the Galactic South. As of now, the Confederacy is officially dissolved." Kyyrk's gaze flickered over to Vynter for a brief moment, then back to the Queen. He wasn't sure what the state-approved message was, but he knew what his message was. "Many of the member planets have decided they want nothing more to do with the Confederacy. Their lives were peaceful enough before. And the Red War proved that the Confederacy didn't make them safer, it just made them targets..." Kyyrk drew a breath, then sighed quietly. In the absence of the Vicelord, you speak with his authority. Kyyrk certainly wasn't an Exarch yet. But it was a mentality he needed to remind himself of time and again. "You have the support of the Remnant, but you are one of few. Very few."

Kyyrk folded his arms over his chest once more. "But support, and talk of it, does not fill stomachs, nor dispel the elements." Kyyrk's head dipped in the direction of Tyran Numeck . "The vod is correct, however. Your people's spirits cannot recover if their bodies cannot. I cannot in good faith instruct my people to join us here. But they are a mere day's flight from Naboo. If you would have them. The people of Vylmira are hard workers. Dependable, don't ask for much." Kyyrk shrugged. "Migrant fleet is already self sustaining, so they wouldn't impact food or water. Though I can't promise it would positively impact that metric either..." ​

Svana Neoma | Vynter | Khan Thaldir | Talak Jenste

 

[Khan Thaldir]

Khan nodded when Svana Neoma mentioned that this was a dire situation. Naboo was dependent on other planets when the CIS was active now that the Confederacy was gone, every planet fell into disarray. The Outer Rim, a place that finally had order was now back to a crime ridden den it was as if criminal organizations were waiting for the opportunity for the CIS to fall. The people were worried about what will happen to them, the Queen will have to worry about the logistics but Khan needed to focus how will Naboo defend themselves especially at a crisis like this.

"My lords and ladies," Khan said. "While food and mending alliances are important, I must stress that we need to invest into our military. With the fall of the Confederacy our Royal Guards will be no match against a fully trained army. We need to regain the old CIS Battle Droids as well as start building a strong military force. We need to act as if we are on our own, we cannot be this reliant on others again and be more self sufficient so we will not have suffer the brunt of this unfortunate catastrophe."

He frowned. "I have..... contacts who tell me that there is a major Droid factory located on the planet Crait. As far as I know, all the workers abandoned it we must hurry and secure the factory so we can bring Droids to give us a major boost."

Vynter, Talak Jenste , Kyyrk

 

[Laertia Io]

Arrived in: CNS Flesh Memory

Wearing: Chitin of Darth Xiphos

Armed with: SynthBreaker

Objective: Offer Assistance


They couldn't 'not' allow her to land.

After all, when The Unmaker's forces had invaded Naboo, Xiphos's Nuetralizers had arrived, to attack and kill as many of the abominations as possible and evacuate whoever they could. Thousands had been saved.

It was under those auspices that Xiphos had been allowed to land. The Flesh Memory, a ten kilometer long hospital ship that had helped evacuate Naboo Civilians rested in orbit.

Xiphos had come with a retinue, of course. A squad of her Model 1 children followed, all armed with brand new Rifles . It had been a walk to the Palace in broad daylight, making no effort to avoid crowds of people stopping and staring at the creature covered in living, Dark Blue Armor that made her take on an inhuman appearance. Arianna would have done this normally, but Xiphos was worried someone on Naboo might still remember how the real Countess Belasko from The Gulag Plague was a straight up Psycho Killer.

What authorities there were paused staring before letting them pass by. Only the guards at The Palace did their damned job.

"Halt! What is your business here?" One of the guards demanded."

"Gotta speak to your Queen..." Xiphos remarked. "It's some diplomacy-adjacent chit."

"The Naboo Government does not recognize your authority, Darth Xiphos." The guard replied crisply and professionally.

"I'm not asking it to. I simply wish for ten minutes of the Queen's time."

"C'mon, man don't be a feth-wit..." one of the Model 1 units next to her trailed, it's red photo-receptors trained on him. "Do we really look like we're here to start something?"

"Letting you in would be highly irregular--"

"Your whole planet's situation is highly irregular. I could hardly complicate things for you any more than they already are." Xiphos interrupted, her tone making it clear she was going in regardless of how he felt about the matter.

The guard weighed his odds, realized he realistically stood no chance, chose to take a risk, and told the other guards to stand down.

Xiphos nodded. "See? You can make a good decision when you try..."

One of the Nuetralizers made a "Peace" sign to the Guard as the doors to the Palace were opened.

The guard looked at her as she passed by.

"Where you been spending your nights?" he asked himself. (Think about the future!: 1000 XP)

Xiphos passed by many shocked staff and personnel, arriving just in time to hear Khan Thaldir speak about the need to act as if they were on their own.

"I absolutely agree..." said the Light Sith stepping forward, footsteps heavy because of the living armor, where veins visibly pulsated.

"You absolutely should act as if you are on your own. And you absolutely should be building up your armed forces. You should have a navy. Marines. An army. Everything other governments enjoy. Everything that would have saved more lives than not when The Unmaker's forces came here."

The Bio Organic Armor hissed in certain sections and unfolded, and out slid the snow skinned woman with short cut black locks, beautiful but scarred, muscled figure covered in a skintight metallic black catsuit of armorweave.

"Pardon me for my interruption, your majesty. I felt it necessary to come here today in person. I too, wish to support Naboo's recovery and growth. I have the means. And the willingness. I can supply your people with Weapons. But more importantly, I can supply your people with food."

Svana Neoma

Vynter

Kyyrk

Talak Jenste

 

[Alora Ee'everwest]

Tags: Svana Neoma | Kyyrk | Tyran Numeck
Vynter | Khan Thaldir | Laertia Io

Even if those already at the meeting had not been called to work, Alora Ee'everwest was a bonafide workaholic. When the dust settled, and time had been taken to grieve and recover from the shock of yet another tragedy in only so many years, she had gotten to task, pulling on contacts, calling in on favours owed. When the meeting started, she had been caught up in her own short meetings with surveyors, contractors, and more besides, both on the ground and via hololink - the concern nearest and dearest to her heart was of course Evenfall, but second to it... nay, tied with it, was the rebuilding of Naboo as a whole. As soon as she could extricate herself, leaving the minutiae to those she had brought with her, she had made for assigned location of the meeting, coming in hot on the heels of a wholly unknown face.

Unknown, at least to her. Darth...? Well, a Sith moniker wasn't an actual name. She smiled firmly at the guards as they let her pass without issue, and waited for the Darth to finish saying her piece upon entering the room, before she herself spoke.

"My apologies for my tardiness, your majesty," she said with a short lowering of her head towards Svana, then turning to the others in the room "ladies, gentlemen," she adjusted the slim case under her arm, "we're all adjusting to new roles, stepping into shoes we haven't worn before."

A reference to the shuffling of the staff she had left, placing more on the shoulders of family, and taking on new personnel that were mostly volunteers from other houses across various worlds. Not to mention the people present here, in this room. Shiraya bless them all.

"Well, almost all of us," it wouldn't do to make assumptions, "As for myself..." she pursed her lips, "...structural and environmental assessments are ongoing, among other concerns. Calls are being made to consult with families on their wishes," Alora sighed, "anything we need from government databases," she patted the case with her other hand, "blueprints for Theed and beyond, for example, are available."

She was ultimately an administrator, after all - whether governing Naboo as she had before the catastrophe, or running her House, as always.

"Now, aside from the lovely Darth's offer of food and weapons, what have I missed?"

 

[Vynter]

The Vylmiran's manifestation via hologram was a surprise - but a welcome one. Lesser men might have jumped to conclusions. Assumed that their liege's faith in their abilities was so abysmal that the Primarch had to be sent to supervise the proceedings. This was not the case with Vynter. In fact, the Emissary's shoulders eased ever so slightly as the hologram drew near. It was a comfort to know that he was not alone on this mission. A comfort to know that his liege's will stood only a few feet away.

"Primarch Kyyrk," he began, bowing his head respectfully. "it is good to see you."

With thus said, the Emissary turned his attention back upon the proceedings. Back upon the Queen of Naboo. She had voiced her concern that there could be resentment from the people. Concern about where to start. Verun was in an identical state - and thus, Vynter could speak from experience. What they did to get back on their feet could very well be Naboo's path to a speedy recovery. He listened as the Primarch and Advisors made their suggestions. Smiled as the Queen herself acknowledged that is good to know Naboo was not alone.

"Your Highness, honored advisors and...guests..." he began, acknowledging the unexpected arrival.

"What was once the Confederacy finds itself in a situation identical to that of Naboo. Lack of food, shelter, and the amenities required to survive. What we have done to combat this reality is salvage first. Using shattered starships and damaged droids, we have been able to recreate the vital infrastructure our people require. Naboo, thankfully, has much more at its disposal in terms of salvagable goods, so you may be able to succeed in lesser time."

"It would be my suggestion to reach out to Theed Hangar specifically and their engineers. Their input would be invaluable in terms of restoring the world's infrastructure and implementing temporary fixes in a timely manner.

Then, as for defense, I would highly recommend not relying on the old battledroids. While they are numerous, what we did not consider upon landing was maintenance. The Droids are excellent when they have a functioning nation to meet their upkeep demands - but for now, arming and appointing a civil militia may be the best move for Naboo."

The Emissary took a step closer to the Queen, his arms folding across his chest in a manner identical to the Primarch.

"As for the people, I can only suggest what He has done - as it has garnered our support wholly. At the beginning, he addressed those who survived and was transparent about where we are, the struggles ahead, and what sacrifices will need to be made to survive. From there, he was there with us. When the first walls were raised, his hands were dirty right along with ours. I can only suggest that you make it evident to the people of Naboo that their majesty will work just as hard as they will to survive. They need to know that you are in the fight with them, that you struggle the same as them, and that you will sacrifice as much as they will."

Alora Ee'everwest | Laertia Io | Khan Thaldir | Kyyrk | Svana Neoma | Tyran Numeck​

 

[Jhira Mereel]

Negotiate​

LOCATION: Naboo
Objective: Assess. Negotiate.
Equipment:Cybernetics | Jet Pack | Beskar’gam | Weapon load out | The Echoy’la Sun
Tag:

Talak Jenste |

Tyran Numeck |

Teyla Sal-Soren |

Alora Ee'everwest |

Khan Thaldir |

Svana Neoma | [ Laertia Io ]


Captain Jhira Mereel stood quietly at the side of the small audience room. Her Mandalorian armor gleamed, though it was not pristine. Dings and scrapes from the recent battle still remained. The sorts of blows that damaged Beskar could not be buffed out and she had not had the time to have any of it re-forged. Her T-Visored helm masked her expression, making diplomacy ever so much easier.


[

Svana Neoma ]The Queen spoke eloquently and well. Jhira was not so familiar with her as to be able to declare unconditionally that the Queen spoke truthfully of both her fears and the task set before her. Yet … Jhira suspected it was so.

[

Khan Thaldir ] Beside her, a tall and dour guard loomed. His grim demeanor also seemed to confirm what Jhira was hearing, yet again … she could not be certain. Jhira was not a diplomat, not a politician. So perhaps his tense, angry silence was also faked.

[ Vynter ] The first to address the Queen was a noble Jhira could not place. He gave only an unadorned, single name. Which meant they were all supposed to know who he was, to have context. He spoke on behalf of the Sith Lord whom Jhira feared had authored the destruction of the CIS. While long delayed, that felt much more like the expected outcome of the people denying him power by voting him out the first time around, than of a Sith Lord simply stepping aside. She’d never met him, so again could not say for certain. But the suspicion lingered, especially given what and who else he was.

[ Kyyrk ] When Kyyrk himself appeared in hologram form, Jhira watched with cool disinterest. She knew just how callous the man was. If he offered aid here, it was because he had something to gain.


[ |

Tyran Numeck ] The sentiment expressed by the Ori'ramikad regarding the likelihood of anyone blaming the Queen for the bitter destruction that hit her home earned a firm nod of agreement. This event had every mark of having been yet another Force-related fiasco, at least to Jhira. Curious about a presence of one of her own in this unlikely place, her gaze flickered over the Mando’ad’s gear, searching for any subtle signs of Clan, House, rank or other affiliation. If he met her gaze, she’d nod a greeting.

Graciously, the Queen of Naboo accepted the offered condolences and reasurances, without either condescension or arrogance. Jhira found herself warming to the young woman and her dour guardsman; too many high officials did not know how to both exercise power and listen to counsel.

The idea that the abandoned worlds of the CIS were happy to be on their own was problematic at best and wishful thinking at worst, to Jhira’s mindset. The CIS had kept its member nations from being brutalized by the MAW, the Bryn’Adul and the Sith in their time. The worlds here had little chance on their own to stop themselves from being swallowed up by the next great galactic threat. Nation Kyyrk (apparently a displaced nation) offered to have his now-refugee people assist in rebuilding naboo. Perhaps he hoped for land or a place to shelter them for a time. Not a bad plan, actually; labor for land was the oldest trade.

The grim warrior beside the Queen spoke wisely of gaining an independent army to defend Naboo. He sought out droids, which were not a bad option for an instant army. The cost was merely a raid into the now-contested territory that used to be CIS space. They didn’t have to eat, after all.

[ Laertia Io ] That was when the Traitor of Rand entered, trailing her own peculiar sense of self-righteousness.

Enough.

Jhira could not do business here.

She turned to leave, but was interrupted by yet another later arrival.

[ |

Alora Ee'everwest ] The minister - Jhira had to assume a minister of some sort, she seemed far too competent to be a mere noble - brought both precisely the information Jhira needed and a twist to the word Darth that reassured Jhira not everyone here was taken in.

Perhaps there was hope.

The conversation moved to strategies for rebuilding; the Emissary. In the end, Jhira found herself more in tune with the Queen’s priorities than the emissary's.

With a deep breath, the Captain-and-Rus’alor stepped forward, slowly removing her helmet. She offered a graceful bow, despite the unwieldy weight of her Jet Pack. A bow, because a curtsy just looked silly in powered armor.

“Your Majesty, I am Captain Jhira Mereel, second of Clan Mereel and owner of Mereel Ice Works.” The soft lilt of the Outer Rim echoed in her voice, underscored by the flavor and rhythms of Mando’a, even in such a gently spoken phrase. She waited for an indication that she was free to speak before continuing.

“I, too, have been part of rebuilding a beloved world shattered by war.” More than once; she was becoming something of an expert at the brutal, cruel task.

A graceful, sweeping gesture followed. “You and your Court look around you and see a devastated world, without the resources you are accustomed to. Yet there is still wealth here; a precious commodity that could well earn you some of the food and resources you need.” A small, rueful smile appeared.

“Knowledge.” She paused, her gaze sweeping around a room whose least educated member still took as given a quality and breadth of education few on the Outer Rim could ever hope to achieve.

“Naboo remains a center of culture and knowledge. Of schools in everything from art to science that are famed throughout the galaxy.”

“If your Majesty would consent to future scholarships, room and board, sponsored remedial classes and transportation for students who otherwise could not dream of gaining an education here, many of the Rim worlds would be willing to send you food and resources now at no to little cost.”

She then nodded to the emissary, his actual name escaping her for the moment. “As has been said by the Lord, you have a skilled Engineering Corps, ready and able to turn those raw materials into the industrial products you need, if only you had power. You have professors and medical experts equally hampered by that singular lack.”

Her gaze returned to the Queen and she carefully unshipped her Jet Pack, kneeling to open the casing and reveal the nearly everlasting and blessedly light power source inside.

“May I suggest the HAPU Hybrid Antimatter Power Unit? I use small ones in my own gear, the larger portable units for terraforming and the next step up in size for many of my ships and mining platforms. They are highly scalable, inexpensive and reliable - no refueling, Your Majesty; once it goes, it’s nearly inexhaustible power. It is also easily maintained even with Outer Rim technology.” It was Rim-world marketed Tech and likely little known to a world as protected and wealthy as Naboo. She stepped back, so those who desired could inspect the rather new technology.

“I am willing to deploy one of my portable units immediately as a purely humanitarian aid, though I suspect you will need to purchase a larger version to cover your entire city and perhaps one to offer a Shield to the entire planet.” The unit was truly a brilliant piece of engineering. Whatever else one thought of the Eternal Empire, their continuing effort to improve life on the Outer Rim and for the poor galaxy-wide had earned them a hard ration of respect from Jhira.

“If you and your Court are willing to hire Mereel Ice Works to aid in the restoration of your ecology and planet, I am also prepared to trade education, land grants, asteroid mining rights, or other future income in exchange, rather than cash up front.” Her smile flared, filled with aching, old loss.

“I’ve helped put together a few Rim Worlds and worked upon the restoration of Mandalore. I understand the scope of the demands upon your current resources and credits. If you desire, I can offer merchant services and asteroid/gas giant mining as well.”

Another bow, and she stepped back to her nearly invisible position near the wall to await the decision.

 

[Laertia Io]

Xiphos was not dissuaded by the looks or tone of dismissal. She was used to it by now.

"The food I offer can stay edible for years without refrigeration..." Xiphos continued. "It can cleanse bodies and protect against poisons. If it's a power source you need, I can supply you with reactors that run purely on Solar Energy. I can supply you with medicine that mimics the effects of Bacta at half the price. The ship in orbit over Naboo is an example of such technology, capable of healing hundreds of your injured at once. It evacuated many of your Civilians when the Unmaker attacked. I can supply you doctors, technicians, armor, at no price, or prices so miniscule they are barely worth mentioning."

Xiphos remained firm in her posture, unsmiling, without condescension in her voice. That had to understand she was utterly serious. That the offer wasn't bullchit. Because it wasn't.

"Pursue other avenues of rebuilding your planet if you must. None of the proposals I've heard just now are bad in the slightest. You would surely find success pursuing them...but what I offer can be delivered to you tomorrow. You are still under threat of attack from The Maw. They even tried to use Gungan Separatists to sack Theed, and who knows what other surprises they left behind or will bring. You need tangible assets now."

Xiphos did a strange gesture with her hands, an old conjuring trick from her days as a Stage Magician. A strange, but relatively simple looking Rifle was in her hands, and she tossed it over to a nearby guard.

"That weapon doesn't need Tibanna. It recharges on its own. It can even provide you water in an emergency..." Xiphos explained. "And there is more where that came from."

Khan Thaldir

Tyran Numeck

Kyyrk

Vynter

Alora Ee'everwest

Svana Neoma

Teyla Sal-Soren

 

[Svana Neoma]

Queen Liviana​

TAG: Tyran Numeck | Kyyrk | Vynter | Talak Jenste | Alora Ee'everwest | Khan Thaldir | Jhira Mereel | Laertia Io

The sudden influx of so many bodies and ideals was almost overwhelming. There were so many things that needed to be addressed, so many things that needed to be done still, and most importantly? So many people that needed this sort of attention a hell of a lot more than she and this room did. But, that was the whole reason this room was filled with these people in the first place; to have this conversation and get those people taken care of.

Both of Svana's hands pressed against the table in front of her and for a moment she leaned her weight heavily against them. She took not one, but two careful and slow breaths to center herself, and then her gaze lifted to the room at large once again. "No droids." The subject wasn't even in question. More than once Naboo had, had it's dealings with a droid army, and more than once it did not exactly go well for them. "As stated, maintenance alone would sink us, and the people are priority." She could not stress that fact enough. Her connection and care for the people had been what got her to this position in the first place, there was no way she would do anything to change that now.

A slow sigh slipped past the Queen's lips as she looked around the room, and as this Emissary of the former Confederacy spoke about her getting her hands dirty with the people, a touch of a frown pulled at the corners of her mouth. Her fingers curled against the table and then she pushed herself to stand upright again. "I have been out there, when allowed," she gave a pointed look to the bodies in the room meant to keep her alive, "And while we've not started putting up foundations or walls yet, I had my hand in helping give out what we have and what is needed." Another sigh, though it was a little deflating. "Though it personally never feels like I help enough." It was not a moment of self pity, it was a ruler feeling the need to do more for the people who expected more from her.

But the young woman's gaze shifted to the other outspoken bodies in the room. Alora of course Svana knew, and her head bobbed as she acknowledged what had been said. "I think we'll need all of the blueprints we can get. And touching base with the engineers is a top priority - after the immediate needs of the people are met." That would still never be stressed enough. For a moment she was quiet, and the line of her jaw visibly flexed several times as she chewed over everything that was laid out in front of her right now, from every which direction. "In this immediate moment, I am in no position to refuse help. Details of course need to be ironed out, I will not just blindly reach with grabbing hands and snag whatever I can grasp. But I am not at all against arranging deals, forming pacts or alliances if that is what is needed to assist and protect my people."

It was a lot, it was overwhelming, but it was what was needed. If the people in this room wanted to help, Svana was going to let them - so long as her people did not have to suffer for or pay for it for the rest of their lives in the process. The details were important, and luckily she had people on her side to help make sure she wasn't conned into something she couldn't handle or get out of later on if the need were to ever arise.

 

[Kyyrk]

When the Queen supported her weight on the table, Kyyrk felt a tiny pang of sympathy in his chest. The thoughts that must be racing through the young Queen's mind. It hurt him to see her deflate under the weight of responsibility to her people. It was a weight he knew all too well. A weight that had been unjustly and unceremoniously ripped from his shoulders. But unlike the young woman before him, he had been prepared to shoulder such a weight. He was used to loss. To insurmountable odds. Svana was not.

Kyyrk's gaze left the blue figure of the Queen to squint against the harsh desert sun, visually sweeping the horizon for approaching threats once again. Matters such as this were why he'd been recommended to the young Queen. Why she'd agreed to his help. He had experience dealing in these matters, making his council invaluable. "I concur. Personal bias against droids aside." Though his history as Voph was muddled, Kyyrk still stood out as the lone general in the Confederacy that had relied exclusively on organic soldiers. Kyyrk was a firm believer in instinct, and that was something that even the most advanced droids could only dream of replicating.

"For now, I think the affairs of Military should be an afterthought. Stability is your chief concern." Kyyrk turned his attention back to the conversation at hand. "You worry about shelter and food for your people. The Remnant can help with soldiers when the time comes." Kyyrk glanced sidelong at Vynter as he said this. "Unless you offer direction otherwise, my people will be directed to aid you in whatever way they can. Just because Vylmira is a lost planet does not mean its people are." ​

Tyran Numeck | Talak Jenste | Alora Ee'everwest | Jhira Mereel

 

[Khan Thaldir]

"It is merely a suggestion my lords and ladies," Khan said placing his hands behind his back. "Given the state of Naboo, we should be exploring all possible options. Word has it that there is a newly formed Hutt Syndicate in the fringes of the Outer Rim. Already the Hutts are consolidating their power."

Khan looked over the new people especially the Sith who brazenly walked in and said that she can help. Well, there's one option that they could use even if Khan personally didn't like the Sith. "I suggest we take the military affairs seriously," Khan said to Kyyrk . "Our efforts will be meaningless if we can't defend ourselves against Crime Syndicates."

Svana Neoma

 

[Jhira Mereel]

Negotiate​

LOCATION: Naboo
Objective: Assess. Negotiate.
Equipment:Cybernetics | Jet Pack | Beskar’gam | Weapon load out | The Echoy’la Sun
Tag:

Talak Jenste |

Tyran Numeck |

Teyla Sal-Soren |

Alora Ee'everwest |

Khan Thaldir |

Svana Neoma | [ Kyyrk ] |
Laertia Io


[ Laertia Io ] The Traitor of Rand offered Force-imbued food, soldiers, doctors. Even solar power. Not that Jhira was dumb enough to eat anything so famous and profound a traitor offered, even if it hadn’t been Force-imbued. The need radiating off the war criminal was profound. Not enough to win trust, at least from Jhira, but clearly enough to move the young Queen into considering much of what the Darth Lord suggested. Jhira was troubled; the Queen had not looked at her, had not inspected the power source. Was she merely overwhelmed with dangerous ideas she felt she had to shut down, or did she hold the same hostility to Mandalorians that she held to droids? To Jhira, that would make more sense than the aversion to droids.

Some Mandaloirans were as bad (and insane) as any Sith Lord.

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Svana Neoma ] “My Lady,” Jhira said respectfully, again waiting for some signal to continue. “It would be foolish not to regard with wary respect any weapon that can do signidficant harm; but it is suicidal to refuse to use such a weapon, simply because it will hurt if the wrong end is pointed at you.” She held up a placating hand. “If your people won’t tolerate droids, they won’t; that is entirely a matter of your culture and history.” A gentle shrug followed, “Yet if the lives of your people are of paramount concern, I would be remiss not to correct a misapprehension. The Darth here believes droids to be ruinously expensive because she uses custom, one of a kind units. But the very history you refer to was entirely due to the fact that droids are cheaper to create and maintain than an organic soldier. As she has said, power is cheaper than ever, and you have many fine engineers. In addition, every single one is fit for front line service, rather than 1 in 10. When not in service, they can be powered down, requiring no food, training or medical care. If it will be awhile before you can afford a proper military, it may be that either droids or mercenaries will have to be considered.”

A beat, while she studied the young woman, trying to decipher what her vague determination to accept any and all aid might really mean. A clever person, Jhira judged; the blanket permission was nicely balanced with an insistence on discussing the cost later. “It is your job, my lady, to carefully decide what aid will leave your people stronger … and what aid will leave you in someone’s power. Your choice, who to trust … and only your wisdom lays between an independent Naboo and its destruction.” Jhira packed up the jet pack with its revolutionary technology.

“With your leave, I will see about securing power for your city and where search and rescue efforts are still required. I’ll let my friends and contacts know we are in negotiations for the scholarships, so their supplies will be on their way. But they will not land such supplies with no defenses here; they have too much experience of such things. Pirates will be here and gone long before those who abandoned you can pop out of Hyper. So let’s get those supplies here swiftly, before those who have come to give aid are called away.”

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Khan Thaldir ]A nod of agreement to the soldier followed. “Despite Valmyria’s Revenge’ opinion on the matter, if your military ability does not grow in lock-step with your wealth, resources and production your people will be at risk.”

Swinging her Jet Pack to her shoulders once more, the soft click as it locked in place echoed in the oddly still room. “When you are ready to discuss the details of our agreement, I am of course at your service.”

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Alora Ee'everwest ] Pausing by the competent aid, Jhira offered her a card. “If you could call me, I’d like to consult on which buildings and waterways to help rebuild first. I’ve a University’s worth of specialists and scientists, but you know Naboo.”