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Nyxie

【夢狐】
Justice is Opposed, Not Oppressed.

The words adorned a paperweight statuette on Kurah's desk. Never before had the Warden of the Crystalsong System - formally Arcrystal - accomplished such a great collection before. Never before had she even dreamt it could be done, and with such ease. The reasons were wrong but the morals were right, and a forming coalition only grew as time progressed.

The majority of the Commonwealth fleet had prepared for mobilization. Routes and intersections were plotted for rendevous and incursion. Theirs was a small force, but it was a force that had both heart and dedication the likes of which seemed so absent in the war-torn, bloodlusting ways of the greater galaxy. The diplomatic coalition had now included the Commonwealth fleet, the Ri'ess Regal Drives fleet, the Ri'essi Union and Manufacturing fleet, the Red Ravens fleet, and awaited responses from both the Nova Outbound fleet and Corsair Brotherhood. Even the Nexus Organization had fallen under the umbrella of the Commonwealth's noble but liberal expanse. TCC forces and peacekeepers needed only wait, wait more and finally receive the order for mobilization.

The Ri'essi Union was formed to the benefit of corporations, companies and groups, both big and small, minded towards achieving and spreading prosperity. In a sense, it was almost a small illuminati of sorts, though it lacked the global agenda of control and instead pushed for freedom. The organization had thus far been an effective mediator as well as a strong propagator of fair trade and economical growth. This union generally looked after and cared for its members, as they'd inherently do for the Union. It was not a mutual concern through fear or greed but through the promotion that good deeds made good in like. For the most part, its vision was slowly succeeding.

There was a single matter that crossed the desks of officials of the Union. A young Miss Saera Aynea Savan was an executive of one such member corporation of the Union, through Ri'ess Regal Drives and more loosely Subach-Innes. She had recently lost her employment at Akure Executive Leatherworks over some dispute of the personal kind. As far as evidence could tell, the termination of her employment contract with AEL was done in an act of retaliation, which made it unlawful. This also branched into numerous accusations over the misuse of the corporation AEL, violation of public policy over information republished by the late Miss Savan, use of public office for personal gain and lobbying, probable evidence of a serious threat and many other, smaller things too insignificant to make the final cut. The Union had protected Saera such criminal activities and the Union went to great lengths to ensure the serenity of all in its domain remained. It was no surprise to find that it wished to act on behalf of her, delegating as legal council and as political diplomat.

The would-be-defendant of the law suits would be Rave Merrill, a woman very few individuals knew well enough, and even fewer could associate with Akure Exec.. As the woman initially refused compensation for short termination of Saera's employment in the form of severance pay and unemployment benefits - and so, too her corporation by extention - it became their duty to relegate Miss Merrill into a position of obligation to see fair trial outside of either party's spheres of influence. Naturally, Rave had at first protested any compensation, and so this coalition was formed.

The objective was quite simple.

The collective of fleets and members would occupy the airspace over AEL's headquarters under right of enforcing interstellar law, its stance as escort and delegate to the officials of the Ri'essi Union extending to it diplomatic immunity. The quasi-occupation was non-combative and in theory would carry out without any violence or confrontation whatsoever. To make sure of this, the coalition was made so that its numbers could not be denied and any acts of aggression against it were open Acts of War as observed by all within and all throughout the galaxy in systems free of a galactic regime. No administration would dare risk the tolls of war nor besmirch their reputations with aggression when it would be so easily witnessed. Their most logical and cost-effective options were to extradite Rave Merrill - which was unlikely based on what Saera had initially experienced - or obligate her to attend trial to contest the law suits against her. In an almost perfect system, the Union's amassed armada of peace and protection of law virtually guaranteed such a trial would transpire and that Rave Merrill would lose much of her political power once within.

No messages or prior warnings were ever sent. Dissenting was closely monitored though not punished save banishment from the coalition. The goal was not to invoke war but to voice peaceful justice. Both the armada and the details of the trial, including its twin participating parties, were both kept well-guarded secrets to eliminate any complications that could damage the integrity of the case and trial.

Days had passed, and turned to weeks, and now Kurah was en route via one of the Commonwealth's heavy cruisers. They were some ways away, which meant significantly more than it sounded when considering traversing the breadth of the galaxy, but substantially close to their goal nonetheless.

"This is Warden Rrusho speaking, appointed leader of the Union's coalition of forces designated to the diplomatic mission of the Savan Jr. Versus Merrill Trial. All peacekeeping units, report in as you become ready."
 
[member="Mistress Kurah Rrusho"]

The headquarters of AEL is located on the seventeenth of Kyrikal's twenty-seven moons. Kyrikal 17 is largely run by mining corporations, its population a mix of Mon Calamari and acculturated Ithorians. Kyrikal 17 is a mining world, colonized 93 ABY, with deserts rich in the raw materials for electronics and shipbuilding. Cost of living in the desert is high, due to the price of moisturizer and fresh fish. Non-pacifist Ithorians, large and strong, work the mines alongside Mon Calamari. Kyrikal 17 became strong enough to fight a war of liberation against Kyrikal 3 two hundred years ago, in 620 ABY, and now controls its own resources in a symbiotic relationship with Kyrikal 3. Inhabitants of Kyrikal 17 prize integrity in work, straight talk, and self-discipline, but are frequently fond of liquor. Work hard, play hard might as well be the motto of this moon. All four inhabited moons are part of a single federal system. Each moon is internally democratic and federal as well.

The planet is arid, its gravity 0.8 Standard. Its capital city is Jemica; AEL's corporate headquarters is locate there. Its population is 80 million. AEL constitutes virtually its only link to the galactic economy, employs many locals in is terentatek and tikulini farms and slaughterhouses, and numbers many of those employees among its shareholders.

The three inhabited moons of Kyrikal coordinate system defense and patrol, though the Kyriali system is a major core system of the Levantine Sanctum alliance, meaning that Levantine Sanctum patrollers have an acknowledged jurisdiction alongside local military and law enforcement. Kyrikal is located very close to the Sanctum's coordinative capital, Laekia, and even closer to Rave's secret base on Kelsier.

As Kyrikal is recently rediscovered, currently the only publicly known way to reach is via a Silk Holdings hyperroute off the end of the Perlemian, from the Troiken system to the outskirts of the Laekia system to Kyrikal.
 

Renato Sarkin

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Location: Bridge of the Kalestat-Class Anti-Craft Cruiser "Redemption"

Sarkin looked on as the crew worked exiting hyperspace at their chosen destination at the behest of Warden Rrusho. Sarkin was not normally the type to be running around intentional involving himself in matter of enforcing the laws of anyone but himself much less anything involving trails but time were a changing.

Sarkin address the bridge crew.

"Alright people this is supposed to me a non combat diplomatic mission but some of you have been with me for years and no nothing ever goes without a hitch." "I want shields on full, warm up the point defense systems and have them on stand by." "Just for the sake of making sure we are ready put the gunship crews on standby ready to launch." "I want them able to launch at a moments notice."

Sarkin watched as the crew worked.

"Lt get the Warden on the comm."

Once up Sarkin spoke.

"Warden Rrusho this is Captain Vance in position, in a defensive posture and awaiting further orders."
 
The Red Raven Fleet was a gross miscalculation. They were numerous, vastly numerous. But hardly a fleet. Thousands of ships, but not a single one was longer than one-hundred meters. Pouring out of hyperspace was the endless swarm of smugglers, thugs, gangsters, bounty hunters, mercenaries, pirates and slicers. With a majority of vessels belonging to the class of freighter, some were tug-ships, mining and ore boats, or even the odd starfighter and gunship. It was a mosaic of a fleet arranged together by the smaller ships. They followed a single Tachyon-class light freighter in an incoherent pattern. The freighter in question was smothered in crimson paint with a black raven across its bow. As solitary units, the ships couldn't stand a chance against the behemoth titans that roamed before them, but as they formed together, they suddenly seemed much more formidable. A cluster of mismatching wasps.

Lysle was sitting at the forefront of his vessel in a cockpit that overflowed with old junk. A few towels sat on a seat behind him, a half-dozen warrants for his arrest along the Hydian Way from Mandalore to the Protectorate, and a rusted knife. Lysle leaned forward in his seat, gently thumbing the communications array and signalling in on Warden Rrusho. "This is Lysle of the Red Ravens, reporting in." He stood up from his chair, and found himself thrown back down realising his harness was still strapping him in. He buckled himself out of it and strode down the corridor, taking a sharp left along the pipelines that ran the ships coolant along. Metal echoed with each footstep as he looked to see if Isaac was about. Unlike his ordinarily well dressed clothes, he wore simple jeans that showed serious years of fading and rips, along with a simple white tie with rolled sleeves. His arms rippled with muscles from his years spent as a shockboxer. Lastly, he still gave himself some decency. He wore his formal shoes, brown leather.


[member="Isaac Ideus"] [member="Sarkin Vance"] [member="Rave Merrill"] [member="Mistress Kurah Rrusho"]
 
"I think I fixed that rattling" Isaac yelled to [member="Lysle of the Hydian Way"] through the ship's corridor. He saw the familiar figure of his boss and this ship's captain peeking through the corridor. He flipped a wrench up in the air and caught it, smiling whilst a half burnt cigarette dangled from his mouth. "There sure are a lot of hired guns for a 'peace mission'. What do you reckon, that they need all this support? I'm thinking this goes down like a flan in a cupboard." Isaac had trouble trusting those not in his immediate circle. He had become accustomed to being let down by strangers, which had developed an attitude of self-reliance in him. One thing he certainly didn't trust was a giant fleet compromised of various organizations, each with their own economic and political motives.
 
[member="Mistress Kurah Rrusho"] [member="Isaac Ideus"] [member="Lysle of the Hydian Way"] [member="Sarkin Vance"]

OOC/ As I'm a little fuzzy on how far along you are, here's what you'd encounter on your way:

IC/ The combined fleet would find only one possible hyperroute to Levantine space, a jumpoff beacon located near Troiken, at the rimward end of the Perlemian. The ensuing route likely wouldn't appear on their navicomputers; it was of very recent construction. Each jump held a beacon and/or a small Silk Holdings-operated refuelling station. Patrol craft, operated by a private contractor called Firemane, would let the fleet pass without suicidal challenge; this wasn't Levantine free space yet, just unclaimed territory.

The route would amble through Wild Space, beacon by beacon, until it reached the Laekia system, putative capital of the loose Levantine alliance. Praedia were common out here, and truly connected routes were rare and often recent. Laekia, or at least the system's outskirts, was an essential stop before reaching Kyrikal, and the first inhabited system they would find since Troiken. Should the fleet make the leap to Kyrikal immediately and without hostilities, there would be no resistance offered from the Laekia system defense forces, most of whom were closer to the planet than the transit point.

The Kyrikal system had its own defense forces, suitable to a relatively prosperous but remote system. As Kyrikal was the end of the line so far as beacons went, the system defense forces would waste no time in hailing the fleet and requesting it to state its intentions, while forming a loose screen between the much larger inbound fleet and the planet Kyrikal's three inhabited moons.
 
The Duchess flew in silently, gliding in past the comparatively small cargo rigs and tankers that seemed to form the majority of the Red Ravens' fleet.

"The Red Admiral's here. Hide your booze!"

My mood was more somber than usual, seeing as I had been forced to work with the Ravens, and I didn't just not trust them, but I had personal problems with them. Their fun habit of shooting at me, not the least of them.

"I'll go at the flank of the formation, for now. Wouldn't want to crush one of the Red Birdies by accident, now would I?"

[member="Mistress Kurah Rrusho"] [member="Rave Merrill"] [member="Lysle of the Hydian Way"] [member="Isaac Ideus"] [member="Sarkin Vance"]
 
[member="Mistress Kurah Rrusho"] [member="Cross Ikon"] [member="Isaac Ideus"] [member="Lysle of the Hydian Way"] [member="Sarkin Vance"]

The combined fleets of the Crystalsong Commonwealth, RRDI, RUM, the Red Ravens and their associates were large in stature. Crystalsong had the power to assemble a rather serious fleet, potentially comparable to the force the CIS had fielded at Druckenwell. Potentially more than the Levantine Sanctum could field, at least in terms of ship length.

As there were only two publicly known routes to Levantine core space -- one of which involved going through the tightly monitored Corporate Sector, the other of which involved the long and winding route from Troiken to Laekia -- Levantine forces were notified long before the combined fleets reached Levantine space proper, let alone Kyrikal. Levantine forces did not move to engage or bar the way, at least not yet, but it would become very clear to the coalition fleet that their presence and at least part of their identity had been noted, even though they had yet to reach Levantine space.

The more intuitive among the allies might suspect that the Levantine forces were waiting to see the quality of their resolve -- waiting to see whether they would actually enter Levantine space and make their way through the Laekia system to Kyrikal.

Waiting to see whether they'd go through with it, or turn around with their tails between their legs.
 

Nyxie

【夢狐】
Mistress Kurah began making checks of all reported fleets and flight groups; Eight of the Commonwealth's own cruisers and frigates; Three of RRDI's ACM cruisers and numerous smaller warships; Two RUM Glaive SEWACS; Hundreds if not thousands of private Red Ravens vessels; Several Nova vessels including the Dutchess; and the lone wolf No Refuge. There wasn't a single Red Raven capital ship to be found as far as she could tell, and according to her research, they had twenty one.
Cop-outs... she whispered to herself.
"This is Warden Rrusho to all allied forces. This is the last rendezvous point before we enter controlled space belonging to the Levantine Sanctum. We will be beginning hyper jump in three minutes."
The warden looked to her holoscreen, establishing the fastest possible hyper-speed that the slowest ship there could travel in order to coordinate the entire armada as a single moving organization.
"All ships and stations, prepare to jump at speed three on my order. Command, out."
Kurah left the bridge and tended to her Firebird, making sure the VP-CBC turrets were secured to the fuselage and in operational order for when the armada would finally arrive.
"Commence tandem hyperspace jump."
The first one in was the Kalestat-Class cruiser at the fore which Kurah had been riding.

First Stop: Troiken Hyperspace Beacon
[member="Jorus Merrill"], [member="Cross Ikon"], [member="Manamune Lumina"], [member="Rave Merrill"], [member="Isaac Ideus"], [member="Lysle of the Hydian Way"], [member="Sarkin Vance"]​
 
[ Tingel Arm - Beornskald System - Position 3, away from a warm Sun - Midvinter ]

The readying room saddled three decks over the inset bridge-lecterns was sometimes called the Think Tank by junior crewmembers. It was a narrowed conference office marginally decorated, vaulted walls recessed with even spaced glow-lamps, thick halogen lights whitening the gunmetal greys in the spartan furniture and mauve rugging padded into the tiled decking. To port, a magnificent view-finder, an enlarged, armoured porthole framed in polished turdarium, showed off snow-balled Midvinter.

A man was seated by a lonesome desk, fitted with discrete elec-nodes sensitive to heat, pressure, motion commands. He keyed the table-top to rest at a near ninety degree angle and was pouring over hololithic fields presenting hard-light graphics. The Think Tank smelled like stale lactose and gunpowder. The man had pulled several attending chairs close and piled each with a meter's worth of stacked datapads and holo-slates. An ashtray cuddled a meerschaum pipe, drifting a pleasant, smoky odour of daisy and aqua. He took up the pipe, puffed slowly for a time, then replaced it away and stared at the daunting data lines.

Daunting for him. He absolutely despised business including shipboard manifests. It was enough that he could pilot a craft with ample competency, damnit, were they expecting a miraculous coalescence of heretofore unknown, undiagnosed naval genius? Gently, the ship yawed slightly in course correction. Gyroscopic compensator's kept any such disturbances mitigated. Unless the movement was jarring, suddenly violent, if the vessel began corkscrewing, none of the crew would get savy to it. He felt it regardless. He could also smell hints of alcoholic stains in the far starboard corner where a scrawny, aluminium-cased lamp-stand glowered and tried hiding the scrubbed plating.

The ship was the Ides of Duty, a dagger-prowed, glossy-skinned MC220 Bel-Iblis Class cruiser born from the Eshan yards. Virtually virginal, save for habitual clashes with N.O. piratical remnants biting at Levantine flanks northward and along the empty groove near 'Filth'. She laid at geosynchronous anchor over Midvinter, with specific orders descending from certain... voices... to hold her keep steady until such a time they were put to Lightspeed with all haste. The man in the Think Tank was somewhat aware she wasn't idling in lonesome. Midvintir was the rallying point.

Seydon peered up over the raised line of the desk-top. Engine flares ghosted outside in the porthole view-finder, burning cold lights blinking with running illumination across fluted or coarse hulling.

Reports defining a converging 'diplomatic envoy' making with all due and unseemly haste, bristling with aggressive pickets of rogue traders and hackneyed escort barques were navigating the hyper-lanes piercing through SJO spaces into Sanctum territories. Several anticipatory prediction trajectories mapped the fleet making 'landfall' at several proposed planetoids. It was a shared document, circulating between the aisles of communication amidst the Sanctum's fiercely independent worlds. Neighbours keeping weather eye. Midvintir would be spared their juvenile ire, so it looked.

The Dunaan had an inkling, personal and undeniable, of where trouble was going to steer for. So he made several missives, terse and frank, and broadcasted them out across all relevant Levantine channels. Seydon leaned on his elbows, rubbing his wrists back over tired, wan eyes. Sheathed blades rested away against a far bulkhead, draped in field harnesses and for-now discarded kit.

His mood was thread-thin, weary with gross pangs. Enough had been idling on his plate, awaiting resolution, now a bastardized economical 'coalition' making fierce speed through their territories. With about as much concern for due political steps as corporate raiders. He was tired.

And growing more raggedly angry with the hour's passing. His issue that his conscience was taking with the intruding fleet would be voiced and recorded later. For the meanwhile, he sent out missives across Freespace, quietly asking for voluntary patrollers to come and form a naval "answer" to the pressed question: "Would the Levantines stand up for themselves?"

Despite heavily novice experience, despite that he'd little truck with void fighting or diplomacies, in spite of a fiercely private nature and want for quiet... Seydon had a singular, angered wish: to inflict bruises.

[member="Jorus Merrill"] [member="Jericho"] [member="Thurion Heavenshield"] [member="Maya Whitelight"] [member="Delila Castillon"] [member="Danger Arceneau"] [member="Valiens Nantaris"] [member="Ilias Nytrau"] [member="Nohemi Allaneh"] [member="Siobhan Kerrigan"] @Any & All Levantines
 

Nyxie

【夢狐】
A lone Deathbell quickly pierced straight into the borders of Sanctum space, far ahead of any other known vessel she could discover, ultimately indistinguishable and unknown to all including the Levantine Sanctum itself. Her fighter exited hyperspace with its signals jammed, emissions almost non-existent and cloaks already engaging, becoming utterly invisible and unstoppable. She'd wandered off as close to Troiken as she could tell before letting a rogue military-channel radio signal free into the expanse.
"This is Countess Aynea Xyhn to the Levantine Sanctum. I'll make this short because I have places to be and people to see; One of your worlds is harboring a criminal facing multiple federal and corporate charges, and the accusing entity has valid reason to believe that the Sanctum will refuse cooperation with interstellar authorities. The person charged is Rave Merrill and despite what it seems, she is extremely dangerous..."
"Dangerous enough to warrant the use of a capital fleet, it appears," Aynea mumbled to herself. "She is to be executed immediately... Just kidding, they want Ms. Merrill to face trial in a third-party sector where the likely outcome is severe fines and/or regulations. Ta ta."
The vixen closed her comms completely and began working through her datapad for all the relevant information pertaining to the indictment of Rave legally valid in many systems in and around Arcrystal. Once all bundled up on an encrypted but Sanctum-accessible package, the data was transmitted by Aynea through her fighter's computers and communication array to anything in and around the Troiken region.
There was absolutely no denying that the indictment was legitimate, that the core fleet was indeed of federal and thus non-corporate origin, and lastly that all other members of the incoming armada were in fact legally hired as a personal defense force to an already immune group.
As for Aynea herself... she simply sat there, drifting through space with her holorecorder at the ready, waiting for the imminent 'ignorant trigger-happy pseudo-pacifist idiots' to shoot at the other 'ignorant trigger-happy pseudo-pacifist idiots'. It would make for a great viral video. She honestly wondered if the Sanctum would really play the aggressor in all this mess....

Thank the Gods Subach-Innes didn't tag along.

[member="Seydon of Arda"], [member="Jorus Merrill"], [member="Cross Ikon"], [member="Manamune Lumina"], [member="Rave Merrill"], [member="Isaac Ideus"], [member="Lysle of the Hydian Way"], [member="Sarkin Vance"]​
 
And as if to punctuate Aynea's words, the Duchess and the small contingent of Nova battlecruisers and Battle Dragons dropped out of hyperspace. I spun in my chair, laughing. Thankfully, the only channel I had open was to the Deathbell, and that was really secure.

"Nobody can say I don't appreciate dramatic effect."

Basically, all the Sanctum people had to do was hand over Rave Merrill. She'd probably done something to the Ri'essi Union, only I didn't know what. To be fair, I hadn't thought to ask.

"Just out of curiosity, Miss Xyhn, what did Merrill do? To merit the gigantic fleet flying at her, I mean."

[member="Countess Xyhn"] [member="Lysle of the Hydian Way"] [member="Sarkin Vance"]
 

Nyxie

【夢狐】
Aynea just couldn't get a moment of peace and quiet to herself. Hey, how the hell did he even know I'd be here, she wondered?
"[member="Cross Ikon"] Red Admiral...." She emphasized. "Well... I am not at liberty to say. The non-disclosure agreement that the plaintiff in the suit signed upon employment with Miss Merrill means that she is not permitted to disclose anything about their organization. That is why so little of the suit has actually been disclosed to any of these mercenaries or the public. However, it's hard to not disclose information when the legal due process depends on such info. I'm keen to thinking that the agreement is void in exception of the trial."
The vixen paused, knowing full well what was going on. She couldn't give a Skraal's shebs what Rave threatened. If left to it, hypothetically, the two women could go on measuring each other's wit, power and influence until the galaxy burned out. It was much easier to stay out of the matter entirely in lieu of a neutral, observatory stance.
A grin crossed Aynea's face.
"The truth of the matter is that she fired my daughter, Saera, over some bid war at the SSB Expo. Jedi aren't aggressors... but that doesn't mean we can't hold someone liable for their actions, especially when guilty of the crime."
Had it been any time before, she would have simply preferred to beat Rave to death with her own dismembered arms, then cast her into a thrall for all eternity. Times had changed.
 
The heart of Akure Executive Interstellar was located in Levantine space, on isolated worlds whose laws heavily prioritized the rights of employers. Having suffered naval attacks by Subach-Innes and other corporate rivals, AEI's convoys were heavily guarded, their patrol ships an occasional presence on the route to the Sanctum. Along with the many Levantine leaders to whom the message had been arrayed, Rave got it too, by one channel or another. She was currently located at her subterranean base on the frozen planet Kelsier, a secret world a short, unknown jump from Kyrikal. A private holocomm relay in the Kyrikal system, and another between the two worlds, gave her the means not only to hear but to speak. Not to the inbound fleet directly, of course; she hadn't yet decided what to say to them, apart from international law is a myth, and this is Wild Space, and I'm fething Jabba the Hutt.

No, her message went to [member="Seydon of Arda"].

Seydon,

I can't apologize enough for bringing this to your doorstep. I have a chilab in my brain -- a biotech recorder that catches everything I see and hear. I've digitized it and sent the recording to you. This recording depicts Saera Ayna Savan -- a former employee of AEI, and also COO of RRDI, one of the corporations that's been 'hired' to provide escort, and daughter of Circe Savan, the majority shareholder and CEO of RRDI -- acting against the interests of AEI on behalf of a corporate or governmental third party. She opposed the corporate bid and attempted to devalue that bid. I cannot employ people who act against me and my company, especially when they also take a paycheck from my enemies. The recording includes the full text of her immediate termination notice. Severance pay was withheld, as she was fired for cause. As she only served as a junior alchemist, the amount in question is orders of magnitude lower than the operational costs of bringing a flotilla across the galaxy.

I won't get in your way. Bear in mind, though, that Akure Executive Interstellar is willing to deal with this problem, or provide you whatever help you require, up to and including a 12,500m fleet of full-sized Star Destroyers. AEI, as I'm sure you're aware, prefers the Iron Crown-made Permanence-class, and we can provide seven of them on relatively short notice, plus escorts.

I will not submit to trial on any of the worlds they designate. I have my sins and my crimes, but this is not one of them. This is a staggering overreaction based on a child's wounded pride.
 
I laughed, and leaned on my chair.

"I can respect that way more than an actual corporate case, I think."

I grinned wolfishly, even though Aynea couldn't see me.

"If it'd been my kid, the boss in question would probably be gutshot and bleeding out somewhere dark. And I'd be grabbing all the stock I could get, besides."

[member="Countess Xyhn"]
 

Nyxie

【夢狐】
That among the data Aynea had sent was proof that not only that [member="Rave Merrill"] had not bit in representation of AEI or its subsidiaries in any official capacity, but more importantly that the information claimed to be used to devalue said personal bids was already public. It was irrefutable evidence. This by de facto made the termination of Saera Savan both illegitimate and discriminatory.
Likewise, RRDI wasn't hired by the Union; it was a standing part of the Union. AEI only had its tainted fingers in a very small portion of the galactic pie, and did unwisely to overestimate its influence.
Finally, there was no denying the reputation of the founder and former owner, Queen Alachei Mnemenos. It was clear for any half-brained semi-sentient with a datapad to see with very little research that the company had not been formed nor funded on any relation to either Circe Savan or Subach-Innes Corporation.

This was all included in the official data transmitted throughout the Levantine Senctum to officials. They could deny it under her payroll all they wanted, but the claims were all valid and evident. Acts against their legal claim were acts of war, and there would well be more than twelve kilometers of ship to pay for starting one.
 
If RRDI could get the Sanctum to believe that the bid had been personal -- that Rave, CEO and primary purchasing agent of AEI, had been willing to pay eighteen million credits out of her own pocket for a refinery station to put on her mantelpiece -- more power to her.
 
Ayden sat in his office, far from the potential cluster kark in Levantine space, and tapped the console to bring up an alert. The CEC facilities within Levantine space had picked up a priority message, asking for potential aid. Well that was always a troubling thing. It couldn't have been a very serious issue unless the Mandalorians suddenly wanted to pick a fight with pacifists.

Still, they did business with the Levantine Sanctum, and he'd prefer to keep the business relationship alive. He checked what military assets Corellian Engineering had over Etti IV. Thirteen ships were presently in orbit over Etti IV while facilities were being constructed. An Indomitable-class Star Defender, two Antilles-class Star Defender, two Iblis-class Planetary Assault Carriers, four Horn-class Escort Cruisers, and four Unyielding-class Command Cruisers. A relatively small fleet, but a dangerous one all the same. Ayden sent a notice to [member="Seydon of Arda"] that the fleet was on stand-by and ready to aid the Sanctum in whatever capacity was needed.

In the meantime, Ayden sat back and continued reading reports.
 
[member="Countess Xyhn"] | [member="Rave Merrill"] -- Aboard the Aquila


Judah was aboard the Silurus-class Reseach Vessel, quickly turned into a support-hub for the Levantine Sanctum fleet. It had little in the way of big time defenses -- after all, it was mainly used for research. Yet he had volunteered it from his companies personal fleet of starships. Walking about in the vessel it was clear a rush job had been done to turn it into a support-hub. Datapads, computer banks, various sensors and their equipment had all been shoved in. Wires and datacables hung like garlands around the ship.


Standing in the cockpit when the message from one....Countess? was received, Judah merely shook his head. His thoughts turned briefly to his own son. Would the boy grow up to be another spoiled rich kid? He was an only child. Heir to the fortune Salacia Consolidated had been making. It could easily go to a young half-Galan's head, no doubt. Judah would have to mention to [member="Thessa Kai"] his concerns later on, when the boy could actually walk and talk.


"Open a channel, please." The crew quickly worked on opening a public channel to hail the vessels cruising quickly towards the Sanctum.


"Greetings assembled....sentients. This is Judah Dashiell, owner and CEO of Salacia Consolidated. You know, the one who had the refinery station up for bid. Salacia had no intentions of awarding the station to your daughter even if she was the highest bidder. Frankly your daughter's professional and personal associations would give us reason to pause. I know its hard to fathom, a company with morals. Hell, even Miss Merrill's bid was passed up. It seems your daughter is hurtin' because she was fired in a public space. Maybe a little humility will do her some good."


Judah paused slightly.


"I suggest you leave Free Space before you get yourselves hurt."
 
Delila stood aboard the Libera, the military-version Ackbar-Class cruiser currently occupying the space near Laekia. Now, what was a soldier doing on a vessel such as this? Well, Delila was hoping to be part of a boarding crew. Or the chance to man some type of turbolaser. Or get to cause an explosion somewhere. Besides, she did have a reputation to uphold.


Folks closest to her raised an eyebrow when she joined the Levantine Sanctum. Oh Dells, you'll never fit in with space hippies. Don't you hate Jedi? What are you going to do, meditate them to death? Yet today Free Space was showing they could defend themselves. Space hippie did not mean one wasn't prepared for all possibilities. Simply meant they didn't go around glassing planets for the hell of it.


Standing in her combat dress, Delila was quickly striding down to the hangar. Preparations had to be done after all.
 
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