Private ANVIL OF CONCORDIA: TRADE WITH [IC]

[Siv Kryze]

ANVIL OF CONCORDIA​

Objective: Trade - Location: Concordia


The Anvil of Concordia breathed with industry. Every corridor pulsed with the rhythm of reactors, every viewport spilled the fire of Concordia's forges into the void. The station was not dressed up for this gathering—it was the gathering, a sovereign nexus of commerce and war-forged resolve, the embodiment of what Mandalore could make when ambition was tempered into steel.


The Verd'okar Chamber, the Iron View, set the stage. Its transparisteel wall opened onto Concordia's scarred surface, where furnaces burned like captured suns and rivers of molten ore fed the endless hunger of the refineries. Above them, skeletal starships hung in tractor beams, each piece of durasteel locked into place with slow inevitability. It was not a spectacle designed to impress outsiders, but an unflinching statement: here, Mandalore shaped raw stone into industry, and industry into power.


At the chamber's center stood the obsidian table, its beskar veins catching the dim light, its surface alive with faintly glowing schematics of Mandalorian-controlled hyperlanes. Along the edges, holofeeds traced production tallies, shipping manifests, and fleet patrol reports. The chairs around it were blackened steel bound in hard leather, built not for comfort but for vigilance.


Above the Mand'alor's place rotated the sigil of Mandalore itself, crimson and gold, its glow catching across the chamber like firelight. Around its edges shimmered the crests of allied Houses—Verd, Kryze, Ordo, and more—a quiet reminder that this station was not only an industrial hub, but the banner of a people united. That sigil was why the Confederation delegation had come, and why they listened now.


Each figure seated across the table carried weight enough to shift the terms of the galaxy. Amalia Visconti | Mira Rhory brought the financial engine of N&Z Umbrella, her influence able to turn Mandalorian ambition into a fixture of markets across the sector. Her sat cloaked in the weight of doctrine, a reminder that Confederation policy was never without ideological reach. Karl Von Strauss , battle-scarred and iron-backed, embodied the Confederation's martial legitimacy, his presence a tacit recognition of Mandalore's strength. Nolle Tron , sharp and deliberate, measured outputs and margins with the precision of a blade, her mind already tallying the gains to be had. Ronhar Tane , massive and augmented, represented the hard edge of enforcement—the certainty that Confederation promises were made not only in ink but in iron.


At the table's flank stood Siv Kryze , Warden of Concordia, whose efforts had made the Anvil not just a foundry but a forum. His silence was deliberate. The chamber itself was his opening argument—the hum of reactors beneath, the endless scroll of figures across the holofeeds, the glow of the sigil turning overhead.


And presiding above all was Mand'alor Aether Verd , the Iron himself, whose command had called the Confederation here. It was his vision that had steered Mandalore from isolation into commerce, his authority that bound Houses and warriors alike to defend it. The Confederation delegation did not sit at Mandalore's table to be courted. They sat because Mandalore had chosen to show them the future—and because its Warden and its Mand'alor expected them to decide whether they would share in it.

Tag: Siv Kryze Aether Verd Her Amalia Visconti | Mira Rhory Karl Von Strauss Nolle Tron Ronhar Tane

 

[Her]

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"Imperial Corrections Directorate (ICD) are responsible for the incarceration, detainment and imprisonment of criminals in The Imperial Confederation. If someone is classified as a criminal and subsequently captured for their crimes then they are passed by the military or security divisions within the Confederation over to the ICD to serve time in the many prison complexes built on Imperial occupied worlds. In some cases the ICD are tasked with the executions of people deemed guilty for such a severe punishment."
-- A description of the Imperial Corrections Directorate, headed by the mysterious Warden Primus colloquially known to a few as Her .

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Mandalore, The Moon of Concordia;
The Anvil of Concordia, The Mandalorian Empire-Imperial Confederation trade pact negotiations;
Commission for the Establishment of Civilian Interests [COMECI], Imperial Corrections Directorate [ICD], Vūm.

Tags: Siv Kryze | Aether Verd | Amalia Visconti | Mira Rhory | Karl Von Strauss | Nolle Tron | Ronhar Tane

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The Dark Lord of the Sith, masquerading as the Warden Primus of the Imperial Corrections Directorate, stood in the Anvil of Concordia as a representative to the Commission for the Establishment of Civilian Interests as negotiations were set to begin between the Confederate-Imperial delegation-- dispatched from New Aldera-- to establish trade rights with the rising Mandalorian Empire that were set to decide or determine politics, policy and commerce along the Outer Rim systems for the next decade at the beginning of the ninth-century.

Concealed by her powers in the Dark Side of the Force (Art of the Small), Her was enamoured with insight and cunning while her associates from the nascent Imperial Confederation took their places to begin the summit opposed by the indomitable, faceless mask of conquerors epitomized by Siv Kryze who had orchestrated these proceedings following insights given to them by the likes of Onrai and their inquiries into possible relations with the Mandalorian Empire and the Imperial Remnants during Imperial Unity Gala.

Her had not taken a seat at the table where negotiations were set to begin in earnest. Instead, they had elected to stand at the Iron View, with their back turned to both delegations as her crimson eyes lowered to the scarred, yet renewed surface of Mandalore below her. These negotiations were set to be argued and decided by her associates from the COMECI, N&Z Umbrella Corporation and Imperial Ruling Council while her presence was to be kept minimal at best, with a seat and place at this trade summit nevertheless afforded with thanks to the formation of the ICD and her retained membership of the commission who held oversight on the Directorate.

Trade, commerce and the flow of credits were of interest to the Dark Lord if not for the ulterior motives they afforded to her. What intrigued the enigmatic woman, as she stood at the edges of the summit to look upon space and the Mandalorian homeworld beneath her, were the politics at play that one could summarize and manipulate to suit her agenda concerning the Thandon Star Cluster.

In Imperial homespace, the clandestine Project Tion was in full swing, with new technological advancements set to be unveiled by the N&Z and a resurgent Santhe Corporation (headed by Eirys Santhe ) that would bring renewal to the armed military and naval forces situated under the command of Supreme Commander, Marlon Sularen . While Brosi had ended in the Imperial defeat, the dye had nevertheless been caste, with opening warfare between the Confederation and Sith vassal state now in full swing.

Could the Mandalorian Empire become a key participant in the next Imperial campaign?

It was too early to suggest or to even bend the narrative of Mandalorian-Imperial co-operation to fit the agenda concerning the Sith Holy Worlds and Corporate Sector territories which were held by strongholds under the command of a junta of Sith Lords in service to the Dark Council and the dreaded Worm Emperor from Jutrand, but the potential was, to her eye, there considering the bloodied past between the Mandalorian Clans and their Sith adversaries which stretched all the way back to when the latter had first revealed themselves as a survivor of the Four-Hundred Year Darkness over seventy-years ago.

But first these negotiations would have to sorted out, shifted through and agreements to be written into treaty or contract before such avenues of politics could be explored when regarding the Mandalorians and the butcherer who had desecrated their homeland just neigh of a half-century ago of whom the enigmatic woman, whose eyes admired the construction projects of a rejuvenated Mandalore, so loathed in her own right . . .

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[Amalia Visconti | Mira Rhory]

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Amalia straightened her tie, tightened her gloves as she smirked, looking over the table and tilting her head a bit to observe exactly who she'd be dealing with. She felt a certain feeling of power, a feeling of superiority, not because of her own abilities or even her own strength, but because she had someone standing behind her, like a shadow in the night... but in that case the most obvious and most noticeable shadow possible, considering the strange attire her companion was wearing, not to mention the inhumanly vibrant eyes visible through the slits of the mask they wore. The individual in question would also be well known by Her , as it was the ICD which was used as the secondary cover for the maneuvring of this individual within the Imperial Confederation under the monniker of 'The Dealmaker'.

Still, in her capacity of Chief Executive Officer of the Nargath and Zanareth Umbrella Corporation, she now had the controlling power over both parts of the company which had been slowly grinding its way back to the very top of its game, right here and right now, the N&Z was a surefire bet to gain access to one's wildest dreams, and with her at the helm...morals once again were not going too much of a problem to those who knew how to reach into the dark heart of the massive industrial conglomeration.

She was being flanked by some who were quite aware of the very power which had been thrust into her hands, Her , Karl Von Strauss and by some who didn't like Ronhar Tane and Nolle Tron all with a strange singular purpose: to try and find an agreement with the Mandalorians, a rather interesting thing when one of the factions the N&Z operated in had recently begun finding themselves in a series of altercations with them. In lieu of this Amalia calmly watched the Mandalorians present at this meeting, with both Siv Kryze and Aether Verd representing the Mandalorian empire.

Knowing that they'd probably wished to be the first to talk, to effectively start these talks, Amalia's face did something rather strange (at least to those who knew her more intimately than these mandos) as the corners of her lips slowly seemed to slightly curve upwards, revealing her pearly white teeth partially, with her slightly oversized incisers showing, her eyes showing a devious, somewhat dangerous twinkle within them. It was time to see what these Mandos were cooking...

 

[Onrai]

Tags: Siv Kryze Aether Verd Amalia Visconti | Mira Rhory Karl Von Strauss Nolle Tron Ronhar Tane Her

The blonde and simply-dressed Vanessa Vantai peacefully took her seat at the negotiating meeting. While she had been the one to proffer the suggestion of a visit to Mandalorian space and a deepening of Imperial ties with their former foes, the meeting had blown up into a full conclave between the Mandalorians and the Imperial Confederation's leadership. Frankly, she was surprised that it had become at the level it had developed to. She had already made it clear to the new Mandalore, the son of a former foe, what it was that she had to offer, particularly for the reinvigoration of Mandalorian systems - specifically, their homeworld itself.

For the time being, she would remain quiet unless her particular topic of expertise was brought up.

 

[Ronhar Tane]

CAPTAIN RONHAR TANE, TK-3301
VERD'OKAR CHAMBER
CONCORDIA

Ronhar was almost impressed by all the pomp and circumstance surrounding the trade negotiations on Concordia. Almost.

Once again, the outsized influence exerted by Ronhar had landed him a spot in a conference he would normally have no business attending: the Anvil of Concordia. The mighty Mandalorian Empire had sought to do business with the nascent Imperial Confederation, and there was no way in the galaxy that Ronhar would be missing such an important event. To that purpose. Victport Graras had entrusted Ronhar with the powers needed to secure a trade deal between the Mahporeem Imperial Remnant and the Mandalorians, regardless of what the official Imperial position was. After all, the Mandalorians were no strangers to war and conflict, and they were bound to have massive stockpiles of vehicles and starships that could certainly use scrapping...

As Ronhar sat among the various members of Imperial leadership, his eyes glanced around the room toward the hosts of the conference. Seated before him was Siv Kryze , the so called Warden of Concordia, and the King of the Mandalorians himself, Aether Verd . It was the first time Ronhar had ever seen Mandalorians, yet alone meet them in the flesh, and he had to admit that they were a rather imposing and intimidating sight to behold. Ronhar wondered if there might be a way to secure a DNA sample of either man, as they would surely make excellent genetic templates for the cloning machine back on Mahporeem. Of course, Ronhar would never do anything so brash or so bold to directly endanger the safety of his fellow Imperials or their chances of securing some type of trade deal. Nonetheless, it made for a tempting possibility if Ronhar could somehow discreetly collect such a sample.

Regardless, Ronhar was especially eager to hear tales of how the Mandalorians combated force users, especially Jedi and Sith. Their legendary reputation certainly proceeded them, and Ronhar sincerely hoped he might be able to acquire additional forms of anti-force technology from the Mandalorians, whether it was just for today or for a long term deal. Really though, what Ronhar wanted most of all was a steady supply of the galaxy's most famous and durable material...beskar!

If Ronhar could do that, it would be the crowning achievement of his fledgling business career. The potential applications of such a material were neatly endless, and acquisition of a steady supply of it would enable Mahporeem to engage in all manner of projects it had merely dreamed about attempting. Of course, the odds that the Mandalorians would part with even the slightest amount of beskar was quite low...but not entirely zero. Ronhar would do what he could to get some, if not for the Confederation, than at least for himself!

Ronhar waited for his fellow Imperials to begin negotiations, as though he had earned himself a seat for today, he still did not wish to insult anyone present by being the first to open things up, as his rank of Captain still made him mindful of the Imperial and Mandalorian chain of command.

TAGS:
Siv Kryze
Aether Verd
Her
Amalia Visconti | Mira Rhory
Karl Von Strauss
Nolle Tron
OPEN

 

[Karl Von Strauss]

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ANVIL OF CONCORDIA

Karl sat in a seat that was directly across from the Mandalorian delegates. He was not looking at them; he was watching the planet below them. He watched the furnaces toil and the ebb and flow of the molten ore, while others would see a vast industry that projected, no, made power; he saw beauty. After all, he was an engineer, and the planet below was beautiful. He turned back to the rest of the delegation, Imperials and Mandalorians alike, and placed his hands on the table. He resituated his posture. Karl gave a gracious inclination of his head before speaking.

"Mand'alor Verd. Warden Kryze. On behalf of the Imperial Confederation, I extend our gratitude for receiving us here upon the Anvil of Concordia. It is no small thing to be welcomed here in Mandalorian space, and we do not mistake your courtesy for weakness. We recognized it for what it is: strength and respect."

Karl's words were deliberate; he didn't use exhausting political language or flattery. His words were carefully chosen to convey understanding. Mandalorians were not politicians, nor were they of the numerous trade guilds; they, at least to Karl's knowledge, were people who valued deeds and truth over rhetoric and honeyed promises.

"The Confederation does not come to dictate, nor to posture. We come to discuss trade, contracts that not only serve Mandalorian interests, but also our own. Your culture, your people are warriors, but no warrior thrives without supply. Ours is a Confederation of many worlds, many industries..." He said, motioning towards Amalia, "...and we are prepared to open those markets. Durasteel for durasteel, goods for goods, strength for strength."

He allowed himself the faintest of nods, letting the words breathe before continuing. He looked at the table before him; it carried no excess trappings, no softened edges. It was an appropriate place to set the foundations of an agreement between Empires that would need to be as strong as the wall around them.

Karl leaned back slightly in his chair, "So, let us speak plainly. Where can the Confederation serve the needs of Mandalore, and where can Mandalore serve the needs of the Confederation? If we can answer that, then this table becomes more than metal and wood; it becomes the forge of a partnership."

TAGS:
Siv Kryze | Aether Verd | Her | Amalia Visconti | Mira Rhory | Ronhar Tane | Nolle Tron | Onrai

 

[Nolle Tron]

ANVIL OF CONCORDIA

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Objective: Increase Imperial economic means
Location: Concordia
Outfit:Imperial Prefect Uniform
Entourage: N/A
Tags: Karl Von Strauss | Siv Kryze | Ronhar Tane | Amalia Visconti | Mira Rhory | Her | Aether Verd | Onrai

Though the Confederation did not consider the meeting with the Corporate Interest Guild a failure, Nolle was less than happy with the outcome. As such she entered this meeting with the Mandalorians with less gusto. Firstly, it was the Mandalorians who had initiated this meeting. Their home was the setting. Nolle wasn't sure if commerce had the same machinations in the warrior culture as she was trying to present in the Imperial culture. As such she sat back and let things happen.

The venue was impressive of course. Perhaps more so to those of the party who participated in war and didn't just see such actions as credits in and credits out. Most of the time credits went out more than in. The tapestries representing the unified clans of Mandalore were also impressive. This was indeed an Empire. One of a different sort than the one Nolle hoped to contribute to. And the Emperor, in this case Mand'alor, sad front and center for this meeting. Nolle wondered if he would take control or allow his Warden to run the meeting.

It seemed the other members of the Confederation's retinue were of the same tactic as Nolle was. She doubted it was because they were afraid, or that they were not sure what sort of business arrangements the Mandalorian Empire would seek to enter into. Nolle guessed the others were just letting the warriors make the first move.

Finally, it was Exarch Von Strauss who broke the ice. Thanking the Mandalorians for hosting the meeting. Right away appealing to the Mandalorian desire for strength and hate of weakness. He didn't give away any of the Confederations strength in acknowledging that of the Mandalorians and continued to state that the Confederation was here to open lines of commerce. It was a good speech, a wise start. Now Nolle's attention turned to their hosts and what their response would be.

 

[Siv Kryze]

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ANVIL OF CONCORDIA ​

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Siv Kryze stood at the edge of the obsidian table, helmeted, still, and precise. The Anvil of Concordia thrummed beneath the chamber, its hum a constant reminder of Mandalore's capacity. The sigil above glowed red and gold across the room, casting a warm light over the steel-veined table and the holofeeds scrolling production, fleet, and hyperlane data. His gaze swept over the Confederation delegation, noting posture, hesitation, and focus—not with judgment, but assessment.

When he spoke, the vocoder filtered his voice evenly, carrying authority without aggression. "Exarch, Prefects, representatives," he began, "Mand'alor Verd has convened this meeting not as ceremony, but as opportunity. The Anvil beneath you, the fleets above, the forges below—these are the tools of our strength. They exist not for display, but as proof of what Mandalore can offer as partner, as ally, and as collaborator in shared ventures."

He tapped the obsidian table lightly, a subtle punctuation. "The Confederation seeks access to Mandalore's military technology, fleet expertise, and industrial capacity. These are not trivial offerings. We are prepared to provide them—but such capabilities must be matched by clarity and commitment from all parties. A partnership is forged in mutual benefit, in understanding the value of what each brings to the table, not in posturing or empty promises."

Siv allowed a beat of silence, letting the hum of reactors and the glow of the sigil underscore his words. Then he gestured toward the holofeeds. "These records reflect Mandalore's reach: production flows, fleet readiness, and controlled hyperlanes. They demonstrate both capacity and precision. If the Confederation identifies where it requires support, we will provide it. If Mandalore identifies what is gained in return, we will accept it. The goal is simple: a framework for cooperation that is measurable, actionable, and sustainable."

He tilted his head slightly toward the assembled delegates, still unreadable behind the helmet. "Speak plainly. Specify your requirements, propose your terms, and let us shape an agreement that benefits both Mandalore and the Confederation. We do not demand deference—we demand practicality, commitment, and results. The Anvil is ready. The question is whether your intentions are as ready as ours."

Siv remained still, letting the chamber, the fleets, and the hum of Concordia amplify the point: Mandalore offered expertise, but only to those willing to respect its worth.

Tag: Aether Verd Amalia Visconti | Mira Rhory Onrai Nolle Tron Ronhar Tane Karl Von Strauss Her ​

 

[Aether Verd]

Assets: Beskar'gam | Basilisk
Darksaber | Resolute Dawn​

ANVIL OF CONCORDIA

The glow of the crimson sigil washed over his armor as Aether Verd lifted his gaze from the schematics that ran across the obsidian table. His voice carried evenly across the chamber, each syllable sharpened with purpose yet measured so that no word felt wasted.

“Exarch Von Strauss, your words are heard, and the clarity with which you frame them is not lost. You recognize what this place stands for, and you have answered it with respect rather than flattery, which is something Mandalore has always valued above polished speeches. You call for plain speaking, and you will have it. This station exists not to impress guests but to stand as proof of what our hands can shape when our Houses act with one will. That truth belongs to Mandalore, but it is also what we bring to any who seek to stand beside us.”

His helm tilted slightly, the crimson light catching the veins of beskar that threaded through the table. “The Anvil is the forge of Warden Kryze, and it is with his vision that Concordia has become a nexus of industry and commerce rather than a forgotten moon. What you see before you is not an isolated achievement but a Mandalorian undertaking, backed by the clans whose crests you see above us. In that, Warden Kryze speaks with my voice as much as his own, and the strength of Concordia is offered not as coercion but as partnership. We do not need to bind others with threats, because we know our strength is real, and we know that those who see its value will choose to stand with it.”

His gaze shifted, sweeping across the Confederation’s delegation, catching the ones who had spoken and the ones who had not. “So let us set this plainly. Mandalore does not posture, nor do we kneel. We offer strength, stability, and markets born of steel and fire. In return, we seek partners who understand that contracts are not only about credits but about endurance, reliability, and the resolve to honor them even when circumstances shift. If your Confederation stands ready to meet us on those terms, then the table before us becomes more than wood and metal, and the words spoken here can shape the course of both our peoples.”​

Siv Kryze | Amalia Visconti | Mira Rhory Onrai Nolle Tron Ronhar Tane Karl Von Strauss Her

 

[Ronhar Tane]

CAPTAIN RONHAR TANE, TK-3301
VERD'OKAR CHAMBER
CONCORDIA

Ronhar deeply appreciated the candor with which Mandalorians the spoke, as that indicated to him that they were serious about conducting business with the Imperial Confederation. After all, the politics involved with navigating corporate talk was not something that Ronhar was overly familiar with. By stating their demands and expectations so plainly, it would make the coming negations much easier to get through.

"Well said Warden Kryze and Mand'alor Verd", Ronhar noted as he made sure to use the appropriate titles when addressing the Mandalorian leadership. "I have heard that the Mandalorian people are an honest and pragmatic bunch, and your words here today only prove to us that point. As such, I will not waste any time with my proposition."

At this point, Ronhar began to dramatically walk around the table, making sure to keep a respectful distance between himself and his hosts.

"To be blunt, Mahporeem is looking to acquire your scrap", he continued as he finally stopped moving. "For generations, we have subsisted on the nearly endless scrapyards of Mahporeem, scavenging and salvaging for anything that we might need to have on our planet. Of course, several hundred years of isolation have depleted our reserves of raw materials, which is why we reopened ourselves back to the galaxy at large."

"This has proven to be an unqualified success for us, as the Confederation, the Black Sun and the Galactic Alliance have all chosen to engage in business with Mahporeem. We wish to add your faction to this growing list of business partners, by establishing a number of long term salvage and recycling contracts with you. As I've said, we greatly desire your scrap: your antiquated and obsolete starships designs, your damaged and destroyed war machines, even your electronics and metals that your faction no longer has any use of."

Ronhar paused for a moment before continuing:

"To some, they see garbage. To us, we see opportunity. Of course, we would not dream of demanding these contracts for free. For providing us with the scrap and resources we crave, we will agree to service, refuel, and rearm any and all ships that are a part of your fleet, free of charge. Having a port of safe call so far away from any active fighting would surely prove to be a boon for you, nor do I think my partners in the Confederation would object to it. Mahporeem is full of expert mechanics, engineers and repair technicians, and would only serve to further your long term interests.

"We would also offer you access to our various scrapyards. Though time has taken its toll on them, they are still some of the largest and most extensive throughout the galaxy, even more so that they have been refilled. Still, we have scrap and materials dating back thousands of years hidden within them, perhaps containing something you might find of interest or value."

"Finally", Ronhar concluded, "we wish to collaborate with you on the creation of anti-force technology. As I understand it, your faction utilizes Ysalamiri to combat force users, to say nothing of your Mandalorian technology and use of Beskar. We have decided to utilize our own technologies to this end, and pending Confederation approval, hope to share designs between us."

"All this, I humbly ask you to consider, so that both of our factions may continue to prosper throughout the greater Galactic Community."

With that, Ronhar gave a swift bow, before returning back to his seat to hear the Mandalorian's response.

TAGS:
Siv Kryze
Aether Verd
Her
Amalia Visconti | Mira Rhory
Karl Von Strauss
Nolle Tron
OPEN

 

[Amalia Visconti | Mira Rhory]

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Karl Von Strauss 's voice was clear, his intentions towards the core and meaning of this meeting concise and without too much eufemisms or wishy washy vagueness. Amalia's eyes slowly glanced over towards the Exarch, nodding gently towards the man, as if to show her appreciation for the Exarch's choice of words. However, her gaze quickly turned towards Siv Kryze , the mandalorian who had apparently been the crux for this meeting on the end of the Mandalorian Empire's behalf, listening as they gave some historical lesson on the very place they were seated. It was rather interesting to the woman to hear just how the mandalorians seemed to operate, their beliefs and ofcourse, their unbridled pragmatism.

The words then uttered by Aether Verd ; The Manda'lor of Iron made it clear as to what their host was expecting. no vagueness and long drawn speeches would be tolerated, heard or even acknowledged. This was a meeting of equal transaction, of proper alignment and agreement to terms both parties felt to be fair and balanced.

Ronhar Tane seemed to take the opportunity to boast about his homestead's growth in importance within the Confederation and the fact that they've been actively pursuing greater goals. Mahporeen was quite the attractive place for many who sought to utilize its industrial capabilities, but that was nothing unique and while they had much to offer, their industry lacked focus and dedicated corporate power. Even if the N&Z had already decided to invest in the Mahporeen scrapyards and internal industry, more would be necessary for the planet and the surrounding sector to truly reach its full potential.

As soon as Ronhar made his bow and sat down again, the mysterious man with the smiling mask, standing behind Amalia leaned forwards and whispered something into the woman's ears, which seemed to amuse her, as she showed a strange thing: a smile which did not reach her eyes, yet a smile nonetheless, in itself a rarity.

"The N&Z believes that it is exactly the strength the Mandalorians possess which is their greatest asset," Slowly unclasping her hands, letting her left hand gently reach the table, while her face gently leaned upon her right hand, the current CEO of the N&Z Umbrella Corporation once more showed a faint smile, which still failed to reach her eyes. "The N&Z's security division wishes to discuss what the Mandalorian Empire would want in return for a handful of its best warriors to act as external advisors and instructors to the training centra of this aforementioned security Division? After all, as the past has shown...Mandalorians lend themselves to instructor roles quite admirably."

Shrugging her shoulders a bit, clasping her hands together again with the same slowly fading smile on her face, Amalia came to the clincher of her proposal and questions. "As for any other deals or proposals... most of our wares are geared towards useability in the field, military strength through superior quality and efficiency. I believe that allowing the N&Z to operate within Mandalorian territory in its capacity as an industry leader within the market of military hardware would benefit us both."