A Trade ( Jared Omar)

[Logan]

[member="Alli Wren"], [member="Jared Ovmar"], [member="Mikhail Shorn"]
As his client seemingly lidded his eyes, stretching out in some invisible hand to touch another being, Jed was more of a physical and verbal man. An armored fist tightened around the grip of the CZ-836 assault rifle chambered with FLARE rounds, his form stepping forward to put himself directly next to Mister Ovmar. The voice amplifiers in his helmet caused his voice to sound much deeper and more cold, even mechanical in nature.

"Missus Wren, if you don't mind, could I have access to your informational feeds?" He shifted his weight slightly. "It seems that things could get dire, and Mister Ovmar's and your safety is my priority." The man was sincere in that fact. Even though Jared was his main charge, he'd also been asked to ensure that the transaction went smoothly. If Miss Wren was dead, then the transaction couldn't happen at all.

 

[Nyxie]

Alachei sighed as numerous reports came in before they could even so much as exit hyperspace. She signaled the flight lieutenants to pull the San Hill out of orbit and open up some direct communication lines. Already it had been turning into a clusterfeth of ships and groups, and the High Queen, experienced beyond her years, didn't feel like throwing a brand new Techno Union and RRDI funded fleet into a hellstorm.
"This is Fleet Admiral Deira, Techno Union Armada, Reticent Fleet, to all local identified and unidentified forces. This is Confederate-Protected Space placed under the charge of this patrol group. Please state your name and intentions." Alachei loved to be cynical and straight to the point; it had the most effect. "Do you see that pretty red light on your Heads Up Display? That is the color of fifteen armed and tracked Assault Concussion Missiles ready to fire. You are now under a Confederate investigation, shut down your engines and do not attempt to flee until cleared. We'd appreciate if you didn't threaten us. It tends to be considered a crime in this stretch of the galaxy. Much obliged, Reticent Fleet out."
The Mnenchei commander then shifted her focus to the bridge staff again.
"Captain, make sure all of these ships are ready for combat. Have the carrier enter standby, all fighters prepared and on deck. I want every gun on every vessel live. The Strilla-Class will keep that large black mass plenty still, I assure you. Also, I'd like reports on this foreign CIS IFFs that have entered this space. Try to patch a line with them if possible. If I can avoid one being struck by friendly fire, I would much appreciate it when their insurance bill finds its way to my cabin door."
Alachei let out a soft laugh and returned to her observations, armor beside her in a bundle, waiting for a moment's notice to see use.
The situation was growing more and more complex by the minute, and at this rate, it would become increasingly difficult to keep track of who stands where and why.

[member="Alli Wren"], [member="Manu Xextos"]​

 

[Aedan Miles]

Aedan miles calmly chips in here his ships nearing the area where the Magi-class and the Alchemist-class had been set come about and head back towards his fleet. "This is Aedan Miles of the Deaths Hand to magi-class and Alchemist-class I would suggest you leave now and don't come back. To the Third fleet this is Miles I am here assisting Jared Ovmar I am sending you a list of my ships." He calmly nodded to his coms officer as they sent a list detailing the ships that were a part of his forces to the commanders of the third fleet. Turning his attentions to the CIS fleet that had appeared he calmly contacted them. "This is Aedan Miles I am leading the fleet using Corsair Brotherhood designatons we are here at the behest of Jared Ovmar as a private security force I believe that everything should check otu I am sending you a list of my ships." Once more the transmission with the list of ships he had was sent to the commanders of this new fleet as Aedan's ships powered down their engines but left their shields and weapons up. The only ships moving being the Haran'uliik-class light frigate Dog of War and the two nebula-class corvettes Foxfire and Bloodhound. [member="Deira"] [member="Alli Wren"] [member="Arben Ziegler"]

 

[Edward Vyperion]

"And don't come back... I'll think on it, and if I do come back, it'd be for exploration reasons and not under these sort of circumstances anyway with all these other ships nearby." The hacker said then turned his two ships to the opposite direction and went into hyperspace.

 

[Manu Xextos]

[member="Deira"] "Please state your name and intentions! I was not informed the Techno Union had sovereignty over CIS skies, nor official protectorate abilities in this system. Disembark. As I have previously stated. This is Admiral Manu Xextos of the Confederacy of Independent Systems Naval Sv'yato Fleet, on patrol with the Lord Commander @Salem Norongochi, himself. All ships which do not have jurisdiction or right of this space, you will be escorted out of CIS space without a scratch on your hull. Go peacefully.

Should you wish to disembark from this resounding hullabaloo, do so now." Manu clicked his fingers and his XO began relaying the ship calls in, one by one the fighters were green lit and scrambled, weapons bays manned and Manu's Fleet was armed. Ships were indeed leaving, and Manu could feel the tension both sigh away and increase exponentially for whomever was left.

"Repeat, [member="Deira"] Reticent Fleet. This is CIS Fleet Sv'yato, I'm coming in from Patrol. Patch me in, what's going on here? Whose karking who and why do I get the feeling the entire system's about to go belly down in a funnel cloud?" He motioned for another comm signal to peer out, and sent a message to [member="Alli Wren"], "Alli Wren, this is Sv'yato Fleet Admiral Xextos. Do you require assistance and of what variety?"

 

[Aedan Miles]

Aedan sighed and rested his head in his hand before he activated his coms contacting the CIS fleet under command of one [member="Manu Xextos"]. "This is Aedan Miles I was contracted as a private security force by Jared Ovmar. I am flying under the colors of the Corsair Brotherhood a small group supported by CIS I believe everything should check out appropriately." Aedan leaned back as he waited wondering what would happen and if some in fighting would take place. Of course if it did then Aedan would be happy to assist the side that had the most logical reasoning for being there it wasn't like he would get in any serious trouble. As he waited Aedan gestured once to the flight commander. "Have all fighters prepare to disembark and engage targets once they are designated."

 

[Nyxie]

"It seems that you already know my name and intentions, so I shall be brief," Alachei wittingly replied to [member="Manu Xextos"] in all his rudeness, assuming the message was directed to he who was Confederate Official as well. "That's because it is going belly down." The mnenchei admiral began flipping a dapatad around between her fingers, left to right, right to left, all along her double-opposed hand. "I'm all too familiar with that ship; most people probably know by now as well. I am as in the dark about the situation as you are, however we are currently studying the Corsairs' IFFs and preparing to broadcast them as Friendly through the Glaive E SEWACS upon confirmation of their allegiance. Interesting you should offer them peaceful escape, I almost thought the ACM locks did quite the job as well. Our guns are live and the squadrons are on standby. That vessel and the tugboats are under official investigation, as I cannot confirm who is who and why it's being towed at all. Assistance is appreciated."
Alachei slouched back in her helm as she metaphorically threw the formality book out of the window. The situation was going to get worse, and it was going to do so quickly. Assuming the two fleets could get along and this Naval commander was not a dolt, there was still the matter of the Black Hex... and all those within and around it.

(Stage is all yours, bro. I have to go out for dinner. Be back late later tonight.)​

 

[Salem Norongachi]

Eyes of green took in the bridge and her crew, an intricate system of well oiled gears under the leadership of Admiral [member="Manu Xextos"] . He stood by the Echani Masters side, his hands clasped at the base of his spine, a raven haired point of calm amongst the buzz of activity as they prepared to slip from the swirling vortex of hyperspace.

A Lieutenant broke the silence and Norongachi found his eye drawn toward Manu, a device in his hands which he handed to the Lord Commander. He looked down upon it, viewing the intelligence read out of the system ahead and then returned it.

“I’m not in the business of guessing,” Was his response but a twisting knot in his gut foretold that nothing good would come from this day. That Ovmar was involved, made matters all the more shady. “At this juncture I don’t see how we have a choice, Admiral.”

The corridor of hyperspace burst and the ships of Sv’yato fleet slipped into the black. The scene before them was filled with ships, all gravitating around the space station in the distance. It would only take one spark and this powder keg would ignite the entire system.

Norongachi remained silent as the Admiral and one of the other fleet commanders spoke. You could have cut the tension on the bridge with a knife, each man and woman at their stations steeling themselves for potential conflict.

“Whatever is happening here,” He said quietly between transmissions. “Has something to do with that.” A nod indicated the Black Helix, a dark shape in the distance.

The writhing mass of unease hadn’t abated, if anything it had grown in the short time they had been in the system. He felt useless standing here, waiting for the hammer to fall, knowing that the situation could spiral wildly out of his and Xextos control in the blink of an eye. It was a feeling he’d never gotten used to when commanding a fleet, the uncertainty of it all.

 

[Aedan Miles]

Aedan turned and strode towards the hangar calmly. He had a feeling this was finished so he made his way into one of the Cabur-class starfighters there and took off flying calmly towards the station contacting the station control Aedan calmly stated. "This is Aedan Miles inbound to the station to meet with Jared Ovmar." Aedan calmly wove his way to the correct Hangar bay setting his fighter down he climbed out of it making sure his lightsabers were clipped onto his belt before he started towards where he sensed [member="Jared Ovmar"].

 

[Alli Vern]

Alli Wren smiled and spoke over all intercoms " All ships not with the CIS or under the Employ of myself or Jared Ovmar please leave at once. This is your final warning to get away scotch free. "
She then turned to Jared " So do you have my ship?" That was the real question, was he going to deliver. " I have some droids on board that will leave when you board as I didn't want to leave it undefended."
She looked at him curious and hopeful that he didn't mind the entire CIS fleet warping in as well as some undesirables.

 

[Arage Bao]

As everything transpired I couldn’t help but yawn, just a little bit. Why must things always descend into meaningless drama, it was a prominent question on my mind.

Eventually I shook myself from my needless slumber, and took note of the situation. It seemed everything had gone.. I wouldn’t say well, but at least the ship was still here.

Gotta count your blessings, as you go.

My mind briefly touched Manu’s, and slipped him a short message.

“A blessing you came as you did. My thanks, you have. I’d take it as a personal favor if you secure the Hex, under your authority as a Confederation Admiral. I do not trust anyone else for this job.”

Then I sent a message to the other associates, that helped me today.

“Today was a trial of the highest magnitude, and I am pleased to see that you stood by me. Your loyalty will be repaid in full, question it not. Those who have helped me keep that what is mine, will be showered with riches and privileges beyond count. Remember this day, my dear friends. Remember it if anyone tries to come to you with an offer. Remember that I always pay my debts.”

After that was done, I turned back to [member="Alli Wren"].

“My Lady, I always pay my debts. The ship is yours to do with as you please, my men are already moving it to a secure location under your control. Now, if you would excuse me, I am going to see to it that no more funny business arises. We will have to make an additional appointment soon, to discuss further business opportunities.”

I waved to the HK bodyguards, and the Mandalorian who was under my employment and we strode off.

That day I took control of the Black Hex, and without further issues we arrived in Fringe Space. There were several men who decided to help me, or decided that their former employer wasn’t desirable. All were paid accordingly.

A special thanks was given to [member="Aedan Miles"], I met up to him as I had left the hangar. It was him who had spoken to me beforehand, and it was through him that I realized the plot that was brewing. If he hadn’t told me about it.. I might have had lost the day then.

So he got royally paid. 100.000 credits were transferred to a banking account of his choosing, but the real price was something different. A SV-303 Aurora-class Frigatehttp://starwarsrp.net/topic/24568-sv-303-aurora-class-frigate/. A fast ship by all accounts, it would be perfect for quick hit-and-run operations.

The rest of the men were given bounties, and then together we all went to Zeltros. To celebrate life itself.

As I said. I always pay my debts.

[member="Alli Wren"] [member="Aedan Miles"] [member="Manu Xextos"] @Everyone else

 

[HK-36]

[member="Alli Wren"], [member="Jared Ovmar"], [member="Aedan Miles"], [member="Jedediah Bagely"]

Frankly,
HK had no idea what just happened. Apparently there were some ships, and they were not friendly, then a whole another fleet came in, and they were friendly but not in charge? So another fleet came in and they were also friendly and in charge, so they told the other fleet to stand down, then there was backstabbing, and things happen. While at the same time nothing happened. It was like a Shootout except instead of pulling triggers people just slowly backed away and left.

As to HK and his copy, both disguised, all they did was stand behind Jared and just watch for anybody trying to shoot at him or stab him, a Mandalorian joined them, another bodyguard hired by Jared, HK had nothing against that, but when the Mandalorian asked for access to information feeds HK just stayed silent.

And it seems he was going to supposedly get handsomely paid by Jared for not doing anything, just having his back in case something happened. Not like the droid had anything against it, and soon enough the group was on board of the Black Hex.
On their way to Zeltron, the two disguised droids stayed nearby the other Iron Company forces Jared hired, a small enough squad of bodyguards, just a dropship worth, but it seemed it was enough. At one point they were able to sneak out, and plant something on the ship, very small, under some miscellaneous crates in the hangar and down into the ventilation shaft, just dropping an object with sleight of their hand. The object would quickly break down and dissipate, it did not had any special look about it, it did not had a small, it just looked like bits of feeble dust. Flying through the breeze of the hangar to spread, unseen, and through the systems of ventilation shaft.

Unfortunately, HK did not realized that Jared had in mind retro-fitting the ship. And so, the DUST's track would end in the place where the ship would go through such modifications and no further.

 

[Manu Xextos]

Manu searched upward to [member="Salem Norongachi"] and pushed an incredulous smirk on his face. "I feel like we called to a fire sale with a bucket and hose. 'Where's the fire!?' Boy okey. It's over there." The Admiral whispered, nodding to some odd ships and more which looked tetchy at best. A business deal with a Fringe Entity in CIS space - what could possibly go right? Manu sent five squadrons of Fighters to patrol the space around the Black Hex and secure [member="Alli Wren"] and Jared Ovmar's investments.

"Secure the Black Hex, eliminate exit angles and keep a weather eye on hostiles. Fire at leisure at the suspicious. Push through to Central, we've been asked to assume protection of the Black Hex until it leaves Confederate space. Escort and aide." With a toss of his hand he went back to his Lord Commander, "I quite like the prospect of Ovmar owing me a favour."

'Faith and trust, brother. Been round long enough to follow the twitch when it tugs. We've got you covered, set your exit coordinates to pass by the Tythe Corridor, Lord Commander Norongachi and I are heading back that 'away. Should come see what I've done with the place in all that free time of yours. Next time you're going to be lighting a powder keg in my domain, tell me beforehand? I don't mind relying on the High and Mighty Force to tap me on the shoulder now and again, but prior knowledge sure helps.'

"Huh." In the blink, the forces which has sought out [member="Jared Ovmar"]'s new wares were gone and Manu brought his fighters back, escorting the Black Hex all the way out of Confederacy space. What else was an Admiral to do afterwards, but join his buddy Ovmar for a drink or seventeen on Zeltros afterward?


Dude, where's my ship?