R A ' K A T H A
THE CAPITAL OF THE CONFEDERACY
THE CITADEL, GOLBAH CITY
THE CITADEL, GOLBAH CITY
The Crown, they called it, Bastille Rommer reflected as the Ra'Kathan shuttle descended through the Geonosian atmosphere. It was nothing like Saltühn or any of the other mud-and-brick cities of Ra'Katha, no matter how similar the two planets were. Truly, the mighty Golbah City was a testament of the wealth, technology, and power that the Confederacy of Independent Systems wielded; how fortunate, then, that the alliance Bastille sought for happened to be with this great nation. After all, even the mere trade agreement that had been made between the Confederacy and the primary industry on Ra'Katha, Te'mansoa Industrial Works, had brought in more credits over the past rotation than perhaps a generation of merchants traveling through the small starports that Ra'Katha had to offer. Yes, there was plenty of wealth here on Geonosis, and more, if one was ambitious enough. And Bastille Rommer was anything but ambitious.
Growing up in one of the most powerful family on Ra'Katha, the Kemotan Rommer had ruled Saltühn for many generations before Bastille's time. What had once been a small city on the edge of the Shimmering Sea had grown in power to become one of the most powerful shatwatnes on the desert planet, with riches and songs of valor more than any other city could boast of. When he was only in his youth, he became the Kemotar of Saltühn and soon later stole the leadership of the outlander company Te'mansoa Industrial Works, taking it away from the Eriaduans who'd sought to make a fortune off of his own planet's wealth. He had transformed Te'mansoa into a thriving company, using the influence of Saltühn to widen its grasp on the rich ore reserves that Ra'Katha had to offer. Soon metal would not be the only thing produced on Ra'Katha; Bastille dreamed to fill her orbit with starships, to create gardens of dazzling beauty, to host tournaments that drew the whole galaxy to her stadiums. But that would have to wait, as the saying went: "a man might dream of quenching his thirst, but first he must find the water to do so." Bastille had found the water, and now all he needed to do was drink from it.
The truth be told, it was only a matter before Ra'Katha was brought into the folds of the Confederacy, through peaceful or more destructive means. The small desert planet sat on the very border of the Confederacy, and with plentiful deposits of ore, anyone could see that the great nations eye's would soon turn towards the wealth that could be achieved by controlling the world. A lesser, more foolish man would try to fight against the inevitable, to keep his wealth and to keep his autonomy, but Bastille was no fool; why fight to keep what small amount he had, when he could instead join and gain even more? It was along this line of thinking that Bastille had sought an audience with the leader of the Confederacy himself, the Vicelord Metus.
Bastille hoped to seek an understanding of this man. What his goals are, what his visions were, and to see how Bastille could align himself with that Vicelord. Perhaps some commonality could be found between the two; a friendship sparked, and alliance formed. After all, was it not a good idea to stretch your hand out and let yourself be carried to the top by people already there?
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