The Spacepiress of Chaos
BOARDROOM SHADOWS
Boardroom
Zerek-Orbital
The Galaxy had entered a time of colossal changes that shook the very foundation of the Political Stage on a Galactic scale. The Bryn'adul had continued their ravenous rampage across the Eastern Sectors of the known Galaxy, consuming entire systems that had the misfortune to stand in their way. In the wake of such destruction, billions had fled to the Southern Systems and the relative safety to be found there among the likes of the Confederacy of Independent Systems, which now found itself at the forefront of a monumental refugee crisis with goodwill and open arms just as quickly turning into concern, paranoia, and closed doors as they sought a solution to the crisis at their very door. The New Imperial Order had succeeded in their own goals, having torn down the Sith Empire and proclaiming that theirs would be an Empire that would not suffer the Sith in any capacity - thus it seemed that their own gaze would slowly turn towards the Confederacy and the Brotherhood of the Maw - once they finished resting upon their laurels and basking in the victory that had been long-fought and costly. The Eternal Empire inched closer to friendlier relations with the Confederacy, their once prior enemies - while the likes of the Galactic Alliance and the Ashlan Crusade sought their own goals that were still difficult to discern. It was the Silver Jedi Concord that seemed to stand firm against the Bryn'adul - at least for the time being - though even their own tactics and stance seemed to sway further and further from the ancient Jedi Codes that had been handed down through the generations. And, once more, it seemed as though the First Order had fallen just as rapidly as it had risen, in a meteoric fire as it streaked across the Galaxy in a bid to hold onto some old, forgotten glory.
In this rolling, boiling, bubbling broth within the Galactic Cauldron, it seemed that the common individual was pushed to the side and easily forgotten about - as Pirates began to band together, and Mandalorians once more sought to take to the stars in conquest or as protectors, there was one group that had been overlooked and just as easily forgotten in the backs of the minds of trillions the Galaxy wide. It was the Corporations - the likes that held power, both political and economical, on Denon - those that had been Nationalized and torn apart within the now-defunct Sith Empire. There were those that found their own means to survive in the Galaxy - be it with their own business acumen and skill, or by allying themselves within the larger Political entities that controlled swaths of the Galaxy. However, that was a tactic that could not last forever, nor would it, for sooner or later, those system spanning Governments would collapse or meet their fall in some manner. That was the topic of the meeting - the reason that the woman had gathered the prominent names of a handful of Corporations, Conglomerates, and even small Mom & Pop Shops, that sought to band together for mutual protection and trade in a Galaxy that was just as rapidly being consumed by barbarism and chaos.
The Boardroom had been set up to comfortably accommodate nine separate individuals, along with their aides or assistants as needed - though there seemed to remain room for a few more individuals should they join later in the session. The station itself, Zerek-Orbital, rest within the crumbled ruins of planets and moons within the Magena-Khos System, and even now there were still entire sections still under construction at the time of the meeting. The location had its own purpose, one that would be revealed to those that decided to join the woman and the other guests that arrived in their own time.
Golden-yellow hues fell upon the screens that sat silently along the far wall, information and data streaming across their displays, whilst other screens flickered between different sections within the Station itself, showing the continued work and slow, though steady, progress that was being made on its construction. A soft smile tugged at her lips as she stood silently with her arms crossed - her attire - simple for the meeting, though still provided a sense of gravitas and belonging to the situation - as though she had been comfortably borne into similar situations and forged for the exact thing, rather than nervously ticking or pacing out of concern. As she stood there silently, her hand carefully brought a crystalline drinking vessel to her lips as she savored for a moment, the sanguine liquid that rests within the vessel. She was used to waiting, and it shown that her patience had been one that was cultivated from a long life of doing just that - waiting.
She would wait to take her seat, at least until there were others that had joined her. After all, she did not want to appear as some cartoonish evil Villain sitting in their dark and dreary lair as though she were waiting for the heroes to burst in so she could provide the appropriate monologue. No, she wanted those that were invited to work with her, to come together and sign onto the Business Recognition Accords - to establish a means that would ensure that all those that joined, in any capacity, would have their own protection and trade seen too and ensure that their goods, and their operations, would suffer little to no interruption in a galaxy consumed by Chaos.
John Locke
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Van Hill
| Jane lovett |
Ingrid L'lerim
| Artus Mantgull |
Shuklaar Kyrdol
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Moe Uilor
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