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CIS-Grim Legion

Kylo Kyr'am

Clan Kyr'am Alor'ad/Grim legion Leader
Kylo comes out of hyperspace to see the CIS ships around Tatooine. Kylo gets clearing to land. Kylo heads into the planet and makes his way to the dune sea. Kylo noticing the mighty sarlacc below his ship as he flies over it. His location was an abandon city near Beggars canyon, a great place to set up the Grim Legion. Kylo knew Tatooine all too well. He grew up here.

As he flew over the dune sea he could beggars in the distance. Kylo then begun adjusting his course and sent the signal to the people he got in touch with in the CIS. He needed the CIS permission to reform this abandon city into a full mercenary city. Beggars drew closer and closer. Finally the abandoned city came into view. Once Kylo reached the city he landed his ship and then climbed off board.

Kylo came to step down into the dirt and sand, his duster blowing in the wind as Kylo used his scanners scanning everything looking for anything possible that would be hostile. Kylo begin roaming the dirty dusty streets of the abandon city. Kylo reached an old military outpost and nodded. This place was perfect for the Grim Legion. Kylo turned and continued walking looking for good points. Kylo reached the old cantina and this made things look even brighter. Kylo then heard someone approaching......
 
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There would be more surrounding Tatooine than the CIS. The ATC had several active and well-manned stations orbiting the location. Alessandra Creed traveled by land speeder. As per usual, she did not travel alone, and made use of the Magnaguard unit that she had been assigned. They followed along in a single file line that blazed through the heat of the desert world as if it were an oasis. They did not feel the searing warmth, nor the sting of sand kicking back, and the Minister of Commerce strove to express the same resilience.

The designated meeting location pinged on her Holo-Comm as they neared and the raven-haired woman slowed her approach. She could see, according to landing codes, the ship that belonged to her contact. [member="Kylo Kyr'am"] had been investigated fully by the Confederacy before her decision to make landfall on Tatooine was finalized. The Minister preferred to be seen as a businesswoman over a Force User. It was the reason she traveled with protection whether she needed it or not. An amethyst stone glimmered from a chain around her neck, keeping her Force Signature hidden, as well as applying a singular focus.

It allowed her reflexes to anticipate the uneven terrain more easily. She wasn’t distracted by the scenery or the meeting ahead. There was only the sand, wind, and nigh unbearable sun.

Alessandra signaled her small entourage to halt not far away from the abandoned city. It was remote, near to the outfit that [member="Jairus Starvald"] had set up, but not so close that they would cross paths. She tugged a tan colored scarf from about her head and removed a pair of goggles. She left the items in the pack of her vehicle, listening to the telltale, terrifying sound of Magnaguard falling into terrifying formation around her. Upgrades made them twice as efficient but their eyes were still the color of fresh blood. Their weaponry was still similar, however, and she could hear their blunt energy weapons pulse as they checked their gear.

The Confederate Minister wore mostly protective leather, despite the heat, and unzipped a pale-bronze colored jacket. It was aesthetically patched with black, here and there, but mostly svelte to frame her curving form. She slid on a pair of sunglasses and proceeded ahead. The man of the hour was not far off and she made the short trek swiftly. In Alessandra’s case, time was most literally money, and she didn’t intend to waste it. “Mr. Kyr’am”, she greeted, professional, but not unkind. She was shrewd when it came to contracts out of necessity, however, that didn’t mean she was deliberately sharp.

She was simply on the clock.
 

Kylo Kyr'am

Clan Kyr'am Alor'ad/Grim legion Leader

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Kylo looked into the distance his scanners picked up a landspeeder, this must be his contact coming up. His HUD picked up a life form and several droids. Kylo used his HUD to zoom in and then zoomed out watching her get closer. Once she arrived he watched her get out and several magnaguards got out and got around her. As see approached Kylo used a comlink in his helmet then 14 black armored troopers with black helmets came rushing out of Kylo's ship. They gathered around Kylo with their disruptor rifles at the ready.

[member="Alessandra Creed"] approached him and then greeted him with a stern and unkind tone. Kylo squinted behind his helmet and his eyes hidden behind the glowing red eye visor ports. Kylo took notice of her unkind nature. Kylo takes a metal note of her outfit and nature. Kylo tilted his head at the magnaguards. Then Kylo gave a hand motion to his lead special forces soldier that only Grim Legion knew what it meant. Kylo then looked to the mountains nearby checking if his snipers were in place. Once he noticed they were he looked back to his contact.

You must be the person of importance that the CIS sent, I mean you must be, you know my last name, probably know my first name, and you wouldn't be here if you weren't. So let's discuss business.

Kylo's tone was that of a smartass attitude with a justified solid tone that basically seemed as well very unkind. Kylo's duster lightly blowing around his legs in the wind as he stood there using his HUD to scan and monitor his contact and the Droid guards being cautious with this female. Kylo noted she was cute but not his type, he didn't like politicians nor did he favor diplomacy. Kylo's tactical leg holster unsnapped making it easier to grab his RS-41 Ranger Sequoia blaster revolver. Kylo remained still awaiting an answer.

 
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During the aftermath of "her people" establishing a chokehold on Tatooine, Razelle had managed to drag Walker back to their speeder and get back to the Rime. Her handlers weren't terribly thrilled with her decision to give herself a couple of days off to sleep off a drug-induced hangover, but after that much native herb she wouldn't have been much use to anyone. She'd established herself as a basic envoy to the Tusken tribe nearest Glorious Dark Leader Guy's personal military enclave, through a show of hunting prowess and goodwill towards the locals. As far as she cared, her job on this planet was done, and she'd earned a bit of downtime.

Unfortunately, Blackwatch HQ had both her hyperspace uplink code, and slightly different ideas on what constituted a hard day's work. Less than two days later, when the buzz of Tusken smoke was just barely cleared from her head, there was a beeping in the comm room. Raz rolled out of her bunk, dispensed with the ludicrous notion of pants, and staggered up to her hyperspace terminal. The first word out of her mouth was an aggressive yawn. "Yeah, what?"

"Operative, you're to report to the transmitted coordinates," began the voice on the other end, just as a tiny hologram of a professional-looking but still extremely young man crackled into view. He paused a moment. "You look like crap."

Raising one eyebrow, Raz crossed her arms and struck a defiant contrapposto. "Astounding. You've managed to be both unprofessional and a complete ass in just one sentence. I think you may have missed your calling, command." With a sigh, she stepped forward to start tapping on her comms console. Despite her bedraggled state, Raz was pleased to note that operating "her" ship's controls had finally started to be something approaching second nature. "Coordinates received and verified. What's the mission?"

If the young man had been at all put off by her jabs, he had done an immaculate job of not showing it. "A Confederate representative is meeting with a mercenary group with the intent to contract them in a much more permanent sense into our numbers. Your task is to sign on with these freelancers and ensure they pose no threat to our mission, or that of our allies."

Raz gave a quick nod. "Nothing complicated, then. Good to know. Do I need a fake résumé, or is this more of a meritocracy?"

"The freelancers' recruitment standards are unknown," the operator replied. For the first time in the entire duration of their call, Raz saw his expression change just a smidge, easing towards disappointment, or discomfort. "This mission is as much reconnaissance as it is infiltration. Fortunately for us, you claim to be qualified for both of those tasks. Try not to disappoint."

With that the image flickered out, and Razelle was left with nothing but her personal distaste for dealing with bureaucrats and a mild annoyance at how hands-off she was still being handled. Her comm terminal continued to beep at her, spitting information onto the screen by the chunk. It would take her far more time than she assumedly was being allowed to parse through all of it, so she skimmed for the vitals. Names (predictable and melodramatic), history (none to speak of), leadership (unknown)...nothing of value. She'd be the primary source of intel on this group, apparently.

Half an hour later, Razelle had made herself breakfast, left a message for Walker explaining where she'd gone, and suited up to travel the sands of Tatooine. The speeder they'd confiscated when they'd arrived on the planet was still waiting outside, presumably because no one wanted to kark with the drugged-out offworld hunter who'd decided to make friends with the local barbarians. Body covered in loose, long clothes, head in a proper hood and goggles, Raz keyed the ignition and her speeder screamed off into the sands.

Maybe, just maybe, this wouldn't be a complete waste of her time.
 
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She waited for the Mandalorian to make his observations. It was not her first tryst with mercenaries wishing to lay down roots in Confederate space, however, it was the first group that wished to settle on Tatooine. Out of all the worlds they had at their disposal she would never understand what the fuss was about this one. The moisture farms barely produced enough to keep the various cities from dehydrating entirely. Were it not for the efforts of ATC and the previous rule of the Empire…

Alessandra wasn’t sure. There were the destitute, homeless, and hungry. There were hidden criminal enterprises that almost put Nar Shaddaa to shame. It was simply vaguely more hidden. Things were bad now, however, they could have been much worse.

The raven-haired beauty pulled her sunglasses down, slightly, and viewed the helmeted man briefly. She didn’t like doing business with someone whose face she couldn’t see. It left a layer of anonymity that the Confederacy did not really approve of. The edges of crimson lips tilted upward when she noticed an overwhelmingly large amount of soldiers make an appearance. It was fair. She had her assignment of MagnaGuard. But did he really need so many reinforcements against one little woman?

Alessandra, generally speaking, found it amusing far more than she found it threatening.

Should her potential new business partner have any thoughts of killing her, or trying to, he would find the trouble far exceeded the benefit. The Vicelord would not take kindly to one of his Ministers turning up dead. Her docket had her details, as well as her itinerary, and there would be no lengths spared. The Confederacy was a nation. A true nation. Unified and expanding. It was not something to be underestimated or dismissed. Still, the man was right about one thing. Alessandra likely knew far more about him than she should. But, it was the nature of the beast. “What can I say? Guilty. We do our homework.”

She pushed her sunglasses back in place. The sun was glaring against the armor the Grim Legion wore.

“My name is Alessandra Creed. However, I wouldn’t say I’m all that important. I’m simply a Confederate book-keeper. I’m good at making deals. Good with numbers.”

It was a grossly oversimplified explanation of her day to day routine but no one really cared what it entailed to be a Minister of Commerce. She was more hands-on than most of her predecessors. She tilted her head slowly, taking in the threat level, before dismissing it. There was no need for all of this posturing. She approached slowly, showing that unlike Kyr’am, she was unarmed. Her droids remained where they were. Obedient, perfection. “I like to talk business as well as anyone—but it isn’t going to happen at gunpoint. So. Call off your hounds and let us begin. Tell me again what you have in mind. Give me your vision for this wasteland in person and we’ll see what we can come up with.”

Anytime a new business that sought their permission, directly, was something that required attention. Small peaceable corporations or factions didn’t feel the need to. Why would they? The Confederacy expanded with the notion of people settling on the worlds they gained. What sort of place would it be without its own laws? Its own economy?

For that alone Alessandra was curious.

[member="Kylo Kyr'am"]
 

Kylo Kyr'am

Clan Kyr'am Alor'ad/Grim legion Leader

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Kylo listened to her words as she spoke. When she stepped forward and shown she was unarmed Kylo nodded. Kylo had no intentions if harming [member="Alessandra Creed"], his troops were more for protection, he didn't really know what to expect. When she spoke again he continued to listen with interest. Once she asked for him to call off his gaurds he looked to his lead soldier and spoke to him in mando'a.

Rejorhaa'ir etid at motir daab ruus'alor

The black armored trooper silently nodded and then pressed some buttons on his wrist pad then raised his arm pointing in the sky and waved his arm around in a circle. After that the troops became more relaxed and some even begin patrolling the abandon city. The Snipers then focused on the horizon watching for anyone else that would potentially be coming.

Kylo looked to the woman and decided to give her his plan. I grew up here, in this city, it hurts to see it abandoned now. I am the commander of the Grim Legion, a private militarized mercenary military. My troops all divisions are hardened trained warriors in all combat including firearms and sniping. They are trained in multiple forms of hand to hand combat including full mandalorian training. This particular unit is my special forces very lethal and silent killers. My plan is to recivilize this city and add to it. I plan to turn the old military outpost back there into a Grim Legion headquarters, add moisture vaperators around the city to give water plus I plan on building a water well tank storage and exporting water in. The city will feature a cantina, homes, shops, a new Spaceport, the cantina will feature pazzaak, and sabacc tables, maybe swoop racing, a dancers stage and a band stage. The city will be protected by my soldiers.

Kylo looked back to his troops patrolling the city and then back to the woman waiting for her response. His scanners begin picking something up in the distance.



 
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The half-epicanthix woman waited quietly while the mercenary called off his men. The tension around the base of her spine eased as their weapons lowered, though, she wasn’t actually aware of the snipers hidden on the horizon. How could she be? Alessandra didn’t have the modifications that some in the CIS had. She appreciated droids and implants for what they were but her eyesight was human-normal. Good, certainly, but there was no way to see something from that far. “Thank you.”, she spoke when everything was said and done.

Her arms rose and crossed beneath her bosom while she listened to his pitch. The expression on her face was hard to read. Especially, while half of her face was hidden by sunglasses. Tatooine was unforgiving when it came to the heat. But, she would still take it any day, over a bitter miserable cold. For a man that seemed to war-hardened his vision was surprisingly plebian.

Mr. Kyr’am didn’t seem to want to dig into the planet, rip it apart, and find something to exploit. He seemed sentimental. If anything she would have almost pegged him as homesick. Why else would he use a pack of silent killers to restore a city? The security would help, however, because this world was still home to a host of criminal elements. If there was something worth stealing—they would steal it. From rich or poor. “Walk me through it. What would you need from the Confederacy?”

“Water, shelter, and safety is worth more than most can imagine out here. Especially in the wake of what the Empire left. It will never be corruption free no matter what you wish it to be. You’ll need to find a way to work with the local elements to succeed without compromising your vision.”

“Also, on the subject, I would need to make you aware of a few other major corporations. We have a small outfit cleaning up the Dunes and handling archaeological finds to your west. Tatooine itself operates as well as it does, regardless of whom owns the territory, because the ATC also exists here. @Danger Arcenau is not to be disturbed negatively per our prior contracts but they do welcome the potential to do business. If you have specific questions about the state of the market it would be best to seek her out.”, Alessandra trailed off, pausing, while she tried to imagine the barren wasteland before them as something more than what it was.

If she tried, hard, she could. Anything was possible. It would just be difficult to maintain without the general support of the nation that had recently claimed it. If anything, however. Alessandra could see the useful aspects of having a militarized outfit located so close by. They would be easy to hire. Easy to transport—and were right next door to Geonosis.

“I can tell you, at the very least, that we would be able to offer your men work. Our rates are competitive and we can generally provide threat assessments beforehand so you know what sort of contract you might be dealing with. In most instances, we can also offer droid support as part of the package.”, the raven-haired beauty spoke with a hair of deserved confidence. She could promise anything she liked, make a deal for anything she liked, and there was very little anyone could do about it. If she said yes, it was yes if she said no, it was no.

The Vicelord trusted her to make both the fair and smart choices on his behalf.

"You have your legion. We have ours."

Droids, for days.

[member="Kylo Kyr'am"]
 

Kylo Kyr'am

Clan Kyr'am Alor'ad/Grim legion Leader

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Nodded to [member="Alessandra Creed"] for her thank you, admiring her kind features. Kylo couldn't read her eyes but could read her facial expression. He noticed curiosity. He looked around at the baren arid desert listening to her words taking them in, understanding them. Once she was finished speaking he cleared his throat to speak.

I understand the elemental and criminal hazards that are here. My Legion is more than enough to handle the bullshit that comes through. I have high potential for this place. Think of an oasis in a desert. Entertainment, refreshments, relaxing, protection. Now what I'd like from you, is work for my Legion, and an Armada, I need ships, ships I have full control over, star fighters, bombers, and at least 5 to 6 capital ships, like what the ancient galactic Empire once had, star destroyer's, or something similar. Ill pay for the ships if you'll hire my Legion for work.

Kylo would look to the sky, then to his hidden snipers, then back to Alessandra smiling at her even though she couldn't see it. It was odd, Kylo hardly ever smiled unless one of two things happened. Things were going his way, or he was in the presence of a woman he had feelings for or was growing fond of. He just met this woman so it wasn't the feelings. Kylo shrugged it off awaiting her reply.

 

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Speaking of Droids.

Adela had been encouraged to stay inside the speeder. Not because [member="Alessandra Creed"] thought there was any danger to be found in the recently claimed Tatooine, mind. But rather, because she found it wildly inefficient to have sand agonizingly picked from her assistant's chassis. Of course, the Minister would never stoop so low as to sully her exceptional manicure with the task - but the absence of the floating, talking datapad she'd become accustomed to having would not do. Unfortunately, the Shard had a mind of its own, and that mind willed its repulsors into action.

Floofing briskly forward, her audio receptors picked up the tail end of the conversation being held between her mistress and the Grim Legionnaire. And, without a word, Adela went to work. She combed through the memory banks at her disposal, before selecting a number of starship models from the Confederacy's armory manifest. The options met the bare criteria that had been put forth by the Legionnaire, and Adela made certain to ascertain how much each vessel would cost...accounting for profit as well.

When her efforts concluded, the Shard hovered just above her Mistress' shoulder and "blinked" her central photoreceptor. The action kicked on her holo projector, which then displayed images, statistics, and pricing of her research efforts.

CS/TX-02 "Horde" Bomber
Vulture II Starfighter

San Hill-class Star Destroyer x2
Recuscant II-class Star Destroyer x1
Sev'rance-class Light Carrier x3

[member="Alessandra Creed"], [member="Kylo Kyr'am"]
 
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Alessandra Creed listened while her potential business partner began to outline his ideas for Tatooine. What was with all of the do-gooder hardarses coming out of the woodwork lately to do charity projects? No one had given a kark whether Tatooine lived or got glassed when it had been under the control of the Galactic Empire. It was just an overheated dirtball. Now? It was everyone’s first choice for real estate. Unless there was some sort of shady enterprise going down on the sly it really didn’t make any sense at all, aside, from latent nostalgia.

It was clearly a powerful motivator.

“I believe that we can come to an arrangement. However, I must advise that you freshen your memory on the laws of the Confederacy. This venture is a leap of faith on our part. If our goodwill is in anyway besmirched there will be consequences.”, she responded, slowly, as she tried to imagine this barren stretch of land holding anything of value. Alessandra reached into the Force, gently, and did her best to read the intentions of the man before her. On the surface, he felt genuine.

She didn’t want to pry too much. Sometimes, even a non-force user could feel the intrusion.

“Keep in mind that my words are not a threat Mr. Kyr’am. It is simply the responsibility of a nation to do what it can to protect its people. This is no different and Tatooine has already seen more than enough hardships.”

It was then that the small personal assistant known as [member="Adela"] made her presence known. The Minister of Commerce hid a gentle sigh. She’d warned the little droid to stay in the bag for her own safety. Sand never did any robotics, especially not one with such delicate metalwork, any favors. Regardless—she was here now and Alessandra rolled with it. “Thank you Adela.”

She paused and began to move her hands through the holograms, arranging them as needed, so that Kylo Kyr’am could see some of the manifest. They had so much more at their disposal. The CIS was massive. They were constantly innovating. Constantly making something better. Newer. Technology was obviously what the Confederacy excelled at, crossed, with constant steady expansion.

“These would be some of the preliminary figures for the small armada of ships you’re looking for. We have many options. If you fully integrate with the Confederacy, though it is not required, the costs will be discounted. Governmental assistance would also become available to you for the restoration and upkeep of this locale. There may also be a position available centered on the political well-being of Tatooine itself but that would need to be addressed fully at a later date.”

To her knowledge, Tatooine did not yet have its own Viceroyal. She would need to check with the Vicelord and her offices for confirmation before solidifying too much today. She would still want to observe this man for a little while to see how he and his men operated.

[member="Kylo Kyr'am"] | [member="Adela"]
 

Kylo Kyr'am

Clan Kyr'am Alor'ad/Grim legion Leader


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Kylo, calm relaxed and stern staring at [member="Alessandra Creed"] as she spoke. Listening in on every word taking it in, understanding what she was talking about. The dirty dry arid wind blew his duster around his legs, Kylo felt the heat. The black troopers scouting around still being weary. After she was finished speaking Kylo felt the tickle of this woman trying to dig in his mind ever so slightly. Kylo smiled under his helmet then focused on the force and blocked her attempts. As he did this he raised a finger and waved it at her. no no no, not polite to try and dig into someones mind darling. Especially someone like me, it's not a fun place up there. hearing Kylo mention her digging into his mind put the troops on alert towards the woman. Kylo waved them down and they nodded understanding and went back to patrolling. You have nothing to worry about with me crossing the federation, I'm a mandalorian by creed, I only know honor, my father is the war hero and mandalorian elder A'den Kyr'am. So understand, your specifics will be fine.

Kylo noticed the tiny Droid showing holograms of ships. As he examined them Alessandra explained to her about the ships, hiring him and even possibly fully committing to the CIS, then came the mentions of being vicroy for Tatooine. Kylo's eyebrow raised at that sound of that. Kylo stopped examining the holograms and looked back to Alessandra. So, something you should know about me, I don't commit to any organization in this galaxy. I learned from my father not too, he committed to the Mandalorian Empire then was betrayed by them. So I work for whoever pays the most. But I could be talked into fully committing under regards of this viceroyal of another planet, not this one, but Kyrayc, it's in CIS territory, my family owns Carson city as well as my Grim Legion is stationed there. And the sound of governmental assistance sounds nice. So the only thing now is, do we discuss me being A mercenary hire for you, or you bringing me fully in as viceroy of Kyrayc. Kylo stood silent awaiting an answer as he used his scanners to continue to scan the area around them feeling the heat beat down on them.

 
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“I didn’t try to dig into your mind. If I had—You’d be having a much more difficult time speaking.”

He must have been an extremely talented and adept Force User to even notice that she’d been skimming the surface. Alessandra had deliberately NOT probed into his mental prisons to keep from alerting him. She didn’t want to read his mind. She simply wanted a sense of his character. His men reacted like a group of lackluster swamp rats, rabid, at the notion of their master being in potential danger. “I’m also not here to be polite or for your entertainment.”

“I’m here to discern the validity, benefits, and detriments to your presence in our space.”

He mentioned the Federation and she blinked. It was something she hadn’t heard of outside of historical documents and holos from before the years of darkness. It was an outdated term and very much so incorrect. Either someone had his wires crossed on he was very much so behind the times. Mandalorian, indeed. “We are the Confederacy of Independent Systems. We are not the Trade Federation and have not been known as such for centuries. You cannot assure me that our laws will be upheld if you do not know them, to know, that you are breaking them.”

“Your men would also be wise to practice restraint. If I aimed to cause you harm I wouldn’t have stopped to chat first.”

If Alessandra Creed did not return from this venture; there would be hell to pay. It was simple. She may or may not have the strength to overpower this Mandalorian and his Grim Legion but that was hardly the issue. The Confederacy was a true legion. The Vicelord had killed his own sibling to protect his people. There was very little doubt in her mind that he would suddenly invest in pity for someone that murdered one of his Ministers.

Regardless, he seemed to wish to carry on so she let it die. Instead, the chip on his shoulder appeared and she sighed inwardly. Yes. Definitely, Mandalorian. “No one is forcing you to commit. I am simply making you aware of your options. If the position of Viceroyalty is open for one of our worlds you are welcome to submit the application. If you already have strong ties to Kyrayc that may be an appropriate measure.

Alessandra didn’t have any love for mercenaries that flowed wherever credits took them. They were savages, untrustworthy, and generally useless. If hired help could be bought out—what was the point? The CIS wasn’t that desperate. What government would want to deal with someone that could turn on them in the blink of an eye?

“Were you to become the Viceroy of any planet under our influence it would compromise your current model of selling your services to the highest bidder. Your loyalty would be here. Your concerns would be here. The Confederacy will not talk you into it. That is a choice you would need to make on your own. It is a great deal to consider.”

It wasn’t glamorous. Some heard ‘royal’ and they thought of a beloved monarchy or spoiled figureheads. That wasn’t the case. It was hard work. It was dedication—and he would be required to place the needs of his people above any credit amount.

“We can hire your mercenaries for the being. Governmental assistance can be provided, so long, as we received itemized statements as to the allocation of those funds. Typically the Viceroy of Tatooine would handle distribution but in lieu of one having not yet been appointed—I can make arrangements.

“What budget would you require?”

[member="Kylo Kyr'am"] | [member="Adela"]
 

Kylo Kyr'am

Clan Kyr'am Alor'ad/Grim legion Leader


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Kylo realized [member="Alessandra Creed"] was getting a little disgruntled. Kylo gave a silent command that sent his troops back onto his ship. He had hoped this would ease her a little bit. He knew the Trade Federation remark may have been a bit much, but he only knows what he's read about them and its nothing good. my apologies about the trade federation remark. Not my intention to offend. Just the old CIS I've read about was basically in bed with the Trade Federation. Kylo thought about the options laid out before him, he wanted to see this new CIS for himself, maybe they were not so bad after all. Kylo was a business man, a mercenary, a leader, but above everything else he was a Mandalorian. Through and through. He had a lot to think about.

Alright ma'am I appreciate your help, as for my troops, they are protective, I am sure you can understand that. I want to see your CIS operations in full. If I like what I see, I'll sign, my fathers Mandalorian clan Prudii Kyr'am is trying to reach a Daisy of your guys Mandalorian protectors to bring them into the CIS, so it seems you'll be getting the entirety of the Kyr'am family, and that's a good thing. So let's do this then. Kylo awaited her reply as he took a breath breathing in the clean air being pumped in through his mask.

 
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Her expression remained empty at the apology, however, she acquiesced to the peace offering he made by sending his troops away. She truly hoped they had better instincts in the field than they’d displayed thus far. “No offense taken. It’s merely a peculiarity—especially if you want to open a business beneath the Trade Federation. Most of the banking clans, thankfully, have been replaced by more competent individuals. Whatever holo-docs you have in your possession must be centuries old. Might I suggest a trip to the Holo-Net? A general search will be more updated than that.”

Even the current Mandalorian Empire knew better. Chocolate eyes flickered at the notion of his troops being protective and crimson lips remained still. Did she understand that? Certainly. Was it in poor taste? Definitely. It left her with the impression that Kylo Kyr’am was in need of protection. “If you would like to see how our day to day business is conducted I would suggest a trip to Geonosis.”

Briefly, she brought her Holo-Comm up and swept her fingers over the gem. It seemed to ignite and a holographic keyboard appeared. She typed in a series of letters and numbers before it began to run a search. There was only on Mandalorian Protector named Daisy.

“Daisy Jane Americus is usually located on Haseria. She can be found at the Sierra Blanca in the city of Durango behind the bar.”

He still hadn’t told her what sort of budget was required. In lieu of that, the Minister transferred a substantial amount of credits to a private account and called down a cadre of B-1 Battledroids from orbit to aid in heavy lifting. There were also a few medical units and architectural specialists. They would be able to aid in building new locations and in taking care of the organics that might harm themselves in the process.

“We require your digital signature to formalize the contract. It states that we grant you permission to build and develop the land that you require on Tatooine. We will provide, at our discretion, appropriate assistance. In return, we reserve the right to hold the Grim Legion on retainer with a fair monthly stipend for the inconvenience. Bonus pay can be discussed per completed job. You may purchase any of the ships we discussed at the going rate.”
 

Kylo Kyr'am

Clan Kyr'am Alor'ad/Grim legion Leader


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Kylo realized he forgot to mention a budget to [member="Alessandra Creed"], but then again he didn't care, he'd allow them to give him whatever they felt was right. Money never meant anything to him. He had tons of it. Kylo listened to what she was saying, nodding to it all taking it in. Kylo took note to go read a holo network somewhere. Geonosis, Kylo's been there, it was just like this shat hole, dry, rough. But it's whatever. Kylo would make a mental note to go there. Kylo watched her look up the information on Daisy. Ale read off where to find her. When Kylo saw the hologram of Daisy his blood begin to warm, his face hidden under the helmet turned red. A smile cracked Kylo's face. She was beautiful, gorgeous, Kylo couldn't believe she was a vod, no female vod was that gorgeous, he had to meet her. Kyle brought up his arm and opened a leather flap on his gauntlet showing a computer of sorts. Kylo punched some coordinates into it then typed the name Daisy. Kylo then lowered his arm and looked back up at Ale. Kylo thought about it for a moment then reached up and pressed a button on the side of his helmet. Kylo detached the hose and then pressed anther button and then a hissing of air being released could be heard as Kylo removed his helmet showing his face. His short brown hair with scruffy beard and a stern look with brown eyes. A scar rested right below his right eye and a bruise above his left.


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Kylo took a deep breath then begin to speak. ( Kylo's Voice (Tom Hardy) ) Yeah I'm not looking for a banking clan, if that's what you meant. Anyways, I will make sure I stop by Geonosis and see the CIS first hand. As for Daisy, Thank you for the information I'll be sure to visit her. I appreciate the droids, they will come in handy ma'am. As for the ships, not a problem. The Grim Legion will be at your disposal. You'll be impressed with their combat capabilities. They are severely trained hardened warriors, they won't let CIS down. Is there anything else ma'am? Kyle digitally signed the contract finally confirming his employment with the CIS. Kylo only knew what this meant now, it was time to dig out his Beskar'gam. Kylo was returning to Prudii Kyr'am. Kylo gave Ale a small smile as he awaited her.




 
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Geonosis was hot and dry, just like Tatooine, but it was the capital of the Confederacy. No longer was it a barren land full of excrement-insect towers. It had been glassed a few times and now served as a dusty metropolis. The bazaar was a sight to behold. She would have regaled him on the finer points of Golbah City but he seemed rather distracted after seeing the holo of Daisy Americus. Alessandra raised an eyebrow but didn’t question it. Perhaps they’d met somewhere before.

Chocolate eyes flickered as she watched Kylo remove his headgear. Interesting. Why remove it now versus at the beginning of the meeting? He looked disturbingly normal beneath the helmet. Alessandra had not endured the best of treatment when it came to Mandalorians in general. She always imagined them old or horribly disfigured. Afterall, why else wear so much armor all the time? Kylo was a little beat up but she’d seen the Vicelord return to the office with worse after a meeting. A peaceful, meeting.

“That would be advisable. Perhaps arrange a meeting with the Vicelord or the Exarch—though their schedules are quite tight.”, she spoke carefully, for the first time, pushing her sunglasses up into her hair. It was only fair. Alessandra could see his eyes now. He deserved the same treatment. “I hope we will be. The Grim Legion won’t be at a loss for work. The Confederacy is ever-expanding and attaining new member worlds. Sometimes, the transition isn’t peaceful.”

She nodded her head when he signed the contract. The Minister of Commerce hoped that he would keep his word. Tatooine couldn’t take any more pipe dreams. “No. That would be all for now. Is there anything else I can do for you Mr. Kyr’am?”

[member="Kylo Kyr'am"]
 

Kylo Kyr'am

Clan Kyr'am Alor'ad/Grim legion Leader
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A'den feeling a bit of self confidence that he finally has a home, maybe a permanent job. but now he had to focus on one other thing, the company he owned, Weapons and armor. Galactic arms coprs, maybe he could talk the CIS into signing on his company to further benefit his company and create a full scaled galaxy wide arms dealer. That would be a nice feeling. Now with the thought of all this being done Kylo sent a quiet but silent signal to his father A'den regarding Daisy to meet up. Kylo set the location to rivet cantina in carson city. Kylo then looked back up to look [member="Alessandra Creed"] in the eyes. His thoughts dwelled on if his next proposal would go well for him, but nothing like giving it a shot. I would like to sign my business with the company as well, I make Weapons and armor, stuff not normally familiar with the galaxy. It might come of use to the CIS as well it would be equally beneficial for myself and my company to expand my customer base, The name is Galactic Arms Corps. Kylo took out a business card from inside his duster and he would go and hand it to Ale. As you can see we don't have much going on but guns are in production, armor will be coming soon, and what army has ever said they could never have enough guns am i right? Kylo then wiped from sweat from his brow this heat was infact murder, it would be nice for a small breeze but hey what can you do. I have some samples of the weapons on board if your interested in seeing them, they are very unique and right now my wharehouse is located on Kyrayc, but i'd love to expand to other locations through out the galaxy and i am certain the CIS can help me achieve that. Kylo patiently awaited the reply from ale as he looked around the vass landscape of the barren desert of tatooine imagining the possibilities with the ground work he had open reign with.​
 

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