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

[Dominique Vexx]

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.

Marlon Sularen | Open​

 

[Ronhar Tane]

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!

TAGS:
Squesha
Calin Rakel
Kaine Hamilton
Nero Drake
Aurellia
Hasuras Na-Gerra
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Spoiler: Summary

1. Sellferr's forces are forcibly pulled from hyperspace.​
2. Sellferr orders all hands to battle stations.​

Spoiler: Fleet Composition

• 1 D-1300 Star Destroyer​
  • 4 squadrons of STX-TIEs​
  • 1 squadron of Hyper-Jammers​
• 4 CR125A Corvettes​
  • 4 squadrons of AX-Wings​

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[Tamsin Starfall]

Theme: In The Shadows
Direct Tags: Anet Raine
Indirect Tag: Marlon Sularen | Amalia Visconti | Mira Rhory | Dominique Vexx | Velzari Tharn | Judah Dashiell | Siv Kryze | Renn Vizsla | Scherezade deWinter | Riven

Tamin gracefully navigated the floor as she moved through the crowd, her heading firmly fixed. Even through the sea of giants compared to her, she noted as Anet Raine dismissed her male companion. He seemingly sulked away a bit almost like a dog that had been swatted for misbehaving.

She had seen it many times in her life, that form of dismissal of the lesser. To all these rich arrogant types of people of lesser standing were just livestock. Bought and sold their only value in their obedience to the master's word and ego. The man was not a slave in name, but he would be forever chained to a master's leash none the less.

It was funny to Tamsin, as she saw Anet spot her and wave her over. There was a time she would feel pity and rage at such a thing, but now she felt nothing for the man that attended Anet. He had the means to free himself but not the will, that made him weak. The leash he was so tugged around by was one he put on himself.

Her thoughts turned away from that as she moved towards the woman beckoning her forth towards the bar. As she made her way towards the historian she took another sip of her wine. "I must say Lady Raine…." She looked out at the crowd of people for a moment before turning back to Anet. "You fit in well here." It was a compliment, but it had a slight bit of jade in its tone not towards Anet but towards the whole of upper-class society.

"Though from what my sister has told me, I wouldn't think you would find much intellectual stimulating conversation among these people. So, did you know the deceased?"

 

[Srina Talon]

Tag: Jorryn Fordyce | [OPEN]
Location: Dobwaren Estate, Bonadan

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It was her first time on Bonadan.

She would have been considered late by most standards, but true to form, the Dread Queen only ever arrived at anything in the moment she meant to. The pale woman found the air too warm, too perfumed, too heavy…But duty, always and forever, called like the most insistent siren. The Dobwaren Estate was glittered with corporate excess upon approach, but she had long since grown used to opulence existing in her orbit. It made her long to return home.

Aureate orbs of molten gold swept across statues of men who mistook profit for purpose while chandeliers refracted light overhead. It was like a thousand hungry eyes, winking in rapid succession. Even death seemed to have been bought, polished, and put on display. It made her begin to rethink her will…Perhaps, cremation was best. She moved through the crowd rather seamlessly with a silvery hood drawn low. Her gown was plain by comparison to most—Just plain, dark silk. Fine enough…

But it was all basic, unadorned, and not the mantle of anyone considered nobility.

It was with a distinct lack of fondness that she imagined the Sepulchral trying to ring her neck for presenting herself in such a way. Did she not like the things they picked for her? Was she just dead set on rebelling against the etiquette that an Empress ought to display? Too often, in the past, they had raged quietly because of her brazen disobedience…But things had changed. Without Darth Empyrean to pin their hopes and dreams of galactic domination on? They had no choice.

This was the kind of anonymity that she preferred. To be unseen was to observe. To be unseen was to be able to learn the truth of things without pretense. Her reflection lingered for a moment in a mirrored column, holding on with a delay, disappearing only after she was gone.

She had not come for Necal Dobwaren.

His name meant nothing to her, but power was often akin to a river. The diminutive woman had learned to watch where it pooled rather than to focus on where it came from. The board would likely squawk and scramble over inheritance. It was to be expected…But Srina? Srina, was there to listen.

A servant passed with a tray and offered her a beverage. She took something at random, something she did not want and wouldn't drink. It was merely a measure required to keep blending in as one of the many people mourning the passing of an old man. The champagne bubbled away merrily, but the smell was all too familiar to what existed on Jutrand. It had the aroma of flowers that were bred without soil…Synthetic. Like everything else.

She drifted through the sea of bodies and eventually passed through the tall doors that led to the garden terrace. The air was cooler there, even though it was still touched with Bonadan's vaguely chemical wind. Srina set the untouched glass on the balustrade and let her gaze fall to the lights below…There were so many voices, loud and soft, boisterous, and somber.

So much noise…But not a single thing was worth listening to. Nothing worth hearing.

Still.

Something drew her from her people, which was rarely a coincidence. It wouldn't be the first time she'd followed the Force, and it wouldn't be the last. The Darkside whispered to her in ways most would never be able to comprehend. This was just one more whisper, one more secret, one more path to follow. She would know what she was looking for the moment she found it…But until then?

She would wait.