A Five (Ten) Pointed Star. [Pentastar Alignment]

[Aithne Charr]

Deep Space, Coordinates 8 by horizontal 9​

Aboard The Skyfall, Infernus Class Cruiser​

People of Interest: [member="Genesis Rostu"], [member="Count Morcus"], @Krest.​

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Solan leaned forward over the conference table, waiting for those who had landed on the Cruiser before it had jumped to an otherwise unspecified location. There were a few other ships nearby and within jumping distance if he needed them but they were otherwise alone in this section of space and that allowed for them all to talk without a problem. Why the were here to talk though was for their own reasons but Solan had specifically contacted each person for a different reason, each with their own experiences.​

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First there was Genesis Rostu, a man involved in the creation of the CIS and A well-known figure in the galaxy... well formerly well known. It had taken some digging to find the man and even more digging to contact him but hopefully, it wouldn't be too hard to get him on board with the purpose of this meeting. It was the other two that he was more certain of being interested in aiding him... well one of them at least.​

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One of the two was Krest, an Iridonian who he had been informed of thanks to the mutual contact that the both had. He had been at an earlier meeting with Taeli Raaf, or at least the end of the meeting. As far as he knew so far, solan was looking to create a place where things safe for people without falling into step with the actions of the past. Granted he had been ready to let the Galactic Alliance do such, having defeated the Sith but there needed to remain a balance in the galaxy and even the Jedi fell to do things that were beyond comprehension if given too much room or if they became too zealous.​

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The other was Count Morcus. Without a deal with Aurora, the plan he had would be in desperate need of funding and more importantly supplies as well as a mind that was far more accustom to the economics that were required for a project like this. An ideal is something that any group needs to group around, but without funds and equipment, it would be no different than sitting around on your hands. That was why he was interested in getting the interest and support of this man, hearing about his current efforts.​

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His hand tapped on the table, staring at the center of it and rubbing his chin. They would be positioned rather near to eachother, the room itself not very large. The ship was build for combat and not for combat, his own commanders room no different than a basic barracks. The small changes done to this singular room was hopefully enough for their comfort, that and the cafe he had made sure was on hand to help wake himself up.​

 

[Taa Nul]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AzbkQzPy8h4

There was a great deal of commotion in the hangar of the Skyfall as the Count's Lambda-class shuttle touched down. Hangar attendants rushed to get everything ready as the boarding ramp of his shuttle slowly descended. The Count and his personal procession of military advisers and his security escort of crimson armoured Stormtroopers. The Count had garbed himself in attire akin to that of something worn by the imperial Grand Admirals of old, laced with golden trimmings, with his curved lightsaber hilt attached to his belt. His hands were thoughtfully clasped behind his back as he and his followers made their way to the meeting room where Solan waited. ''Ahh, Mister Charr. It's good to see you again. I'm told you have an interesting proposal that may be of interest to me and my associates?'', he said with a warm smile.

[member="Solan Charr"]
[member="Genesis Rostu"]
[member="Krest"]

 

[Aithne Charr]

[member="Count Morcus"]

Solan didn't have to wait long for one of his visitors, sadly one of which who had taken his own transport to the location. Granted it wasn't like it was supposed to be this lock and key secret hideout where they were plotting galactic domination... ok it kind of was. But alas, the best-laid plans.

Either way, his focus worked its way to the appearance of a man in white with golden trimming outlining an outfit long forgotten. Of all the ones he currently was bringing to the table, it was clear this one had been drawn by the interest of the Pentastar of old, an imperial entity with a focus on economic parties coming together to create a stable and non-interventionalist sector of space where they could grow their profits and keep order in a way that most planetary governments failed to do.

His eyes focused towards the saber though which made him smile. "You know, you didn't have to bring weapons right? Though, I can't blame you considering the suddenness of my invitation. It is a pleasure to have you here, it seems you are the first to arrive at the table. Can I have anything brought to you?"

 

[Anya Malvern]

Why was she here
She didn't feel important yet this man known as [member="Solan Charr"] had called upon her..apparently she had a certain set of skills that he could see in her

And she wouldn't deny this offer it was rare when your given a position as such barely knowing the person except helping build a station

So she arrived, though a bit different from the first meeting black hair eye patch skin without burns yet the same force signature as before. She made her way towards the meeting room before entering and noticed she was the second to arrive" mister Charr sir"she said and bowed"I may look different but it is I Anya loma "she said as she rose and looked to him"I'm curious as to why I'm here but I shall remain patient
[member="Count Morcus"]

 

[Aithne Charr]

@Anya Loma

His eyes now fell on the woman nearby, staring at her for a second before raising a brow upon hearing her name. He had not checked on his guests before hand, so he was surprised to see a very different person here now but none the less there she was. Regretably she was one of the ones who he would need to evaluate more closely before speaking to her on a personal note, but it would work out well enough.

"Greetings, if you would please have a seat, we will be moving along once the rest arrive. The serving droid will bring you what you wish if we have it." He nodded to a seat at the table, waiting to see which of the last two would arrive next. Though considering he had robbed Genesis of his retirement, he expected him to be late.