Junction [BSS, ME, SO, TIC] PROPHET MOTIVE | Junction of Voss & 3 Empty Hexes (see thread)

Dominique Vexx · 2025-11-03T21:48:08-0500

Dominique smiled as she fanned her fingers off to the side as Marlon recognized there was a risk. Came with the territory.

It was easy to say, difficult to do, but Dominique didn't feel like surrendering Bonadan to a fate of obscurity because of its recent loss. Far flung as it might be, the Corporate Sector Authority's reach was in fact long indeed. Securing the trade routes only made economic sense. A fact she trusted the Black Sun recognized as well. Why curtail distribution of goods? It could slow it, but the galaxy was vast and the hypergates left plenty of alternative -- if slower -- means of delivery. Even so, convincing people it was in their best interest to let the corporations do what they did best could be challenging. When tempers flared cooler heads did not always prevail in the short term.

"Whatever the Confederation needs, Supreme Commander, I'm certain we can provide." A little stability went a long way. War could benefit certain industries, but peace benefited a wider variety. Besides, someone was always trying to destroy someone else so the weapons and armor manufacturers weren't hurting for customers.

"But what is it you might find of interest? If I might ask. Aside from the needs of the many, which will be met rest assured, is there something Denon might do for you?" Business could become so impersonal if you let it. Dominique hoped they might find something more personal to discuss. Something close to his heart. Not to exploit it, but to fulfill it. They might not be able to sate every desire, but there were countless products and services available. Why, it could be as simple as a walk away from all the talking heads that surrounded them.

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Ronhar Tane · 2025-11-03T22:07:35-0500

LINE COMMANDER TERREN SELLFERR
OBJECTIVE III: MONEY LINE
MIN OBSERVER

"Form up on my position!", Sellferr ordered the four CR125A Corvettes under his command as they and his flagship, the MIN Observer, were ripped out of hyperspace by some sort of gravity well. Ever since Fleet Admiral Vorin Zonill had been injured in the line of duty, Sellferr had been picking up some of the slack, to the point where he had been temporarily promoted to the position of Line Commander. Whether or not he would maintain his position once the Admiral recovered remained to be seen, but Sellferr would do everything in his power to ensure that he kept his newfound rank.

Not that he had anything against serving under Zonill, of course. In fact, he had become one of Zonill's closest friends and confidants, and he had been the one to convince the Admiral to retreat in the face of his injuries rather than risk his life by continuing to stay in the fight. Still, Sellferr had his own ambitions, and those didn't include staying at Captain for the rest of his life. He he could get an opportunity to climb the chain of command, he would certainly take it.

Which is why he had been selected to partake in this mission. It was supposed to be simple enough, a standard anti-piracy operation, which is why Sellferr had asked the CR125A Corvettes to accompany his ship. Their rapid fire mass driver cannons would be perfect against any pirate vessels operating in the area, while Sellferr's D-1300 Star Destroyer would be able to outgun anything that might drop in unexpectedli. In all honesty, Sellferr had selected that ship as his command ship because it was one of the newest models developed by the Imperial Remnant and the N&Z Umbrella Corporation, and he wanted to see firsthand just what exactly it was capable of.

A bit overkill, perhaps, for such a mission, but one could never be to careful.

As Sellferr adjusted to the feeling of being forcibly pulled out of hyperspace, he had his ship begin scanning for any signs of enemy combatants or other lifeforms. A cursory scan of the area revealed the presence of gravity well mines. Someone knew they were coming in advance, and had laid out a trap for them.

"All hands to battlestations! Full alert!", Sellferr declared as alarms began ringing throughout the bridge of the Observer. He had already been surprised far to many times in his service career, and he wasn't about to let yet another set of unknown variables ruin his chances of obtaining a more permanent promotion.

No...whatever it was that was out there, Sellferr was going to crush it!

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