Contraary to Popular Belief (Mandalorian Empire Dominion of Contruum)

[Strider Garon]

Strider took the toast and raised his own glass with confidence there was a understanding between the two gents. Nothing like blunt communication to get the message across direct with out hiccups. So if when a line is crossed, there wouldn't be any recourse and the account of arrogance. "To Daughters!" The older man gulped his ale with seasoned talent, not letting a single drop go to waste.

That was when his adopted daughter showed up and took a seat. Once again she inquired about his absence, an event that happens lots with him. Something he thought Cynthia would of been used to by now, but then again there was always that chance one his children cared for his well being..... even if he couldn't remember their mothers' names. "Just been busy, the freight business is in high demand these days through out the galaxy. Sorry that you went through some hard times. You look well though!"

Another aspect of Strider, wasn't exactly the most comforting person around. Maybe back in the day his heart wasn't so callused but now one would have to mine through the layers of ice and stone to get an actual feeling that mattered. "This was actually one of my stops, re stocked the ale house and some other miscellaneous goods"

"The better question is what are you two doing here?"

[member="Cynthia Raxis"] [member="Kaine Australis"]

 

[Quoron Cadera]

Location: Heading back to the fleet
Resources: 12 Rekr-Class Mandalorian Dreadnought, 3 BBC-105A Mythosaur-Class Super Carrier, 1 Verdant Immortal, 2 RNCR Pygmy II-Class Coordinator Cruiser , 2 Baar’ur-class Medical Frigate, 40 Shaadlar-type Troopship, 6 Kandosii-Type IV Dreadnought,
Allies: [member="Yasha Mantis"]
Enemies: Anyone who would try to stop me
Objective: Lock down the planet

Once the Grand Admiral heard the call from Momalore he ordered his shuttle around to await the arrival of the Mandalorian "welcoming" fleet. As if on cue the fleet began to arrive.

This was his show of force. On this world he would plant the Mandolorian flag as a naval power to be reckoned with. With the production facilities and ship yards of Mandalore investing into new technology and designs Mandalore would soon be ready to tussle with the biggest and baddest fleets around.

The fleet began to divide into task forces for their various missions as they finished this maneuver the Grand Admiral arrived on the bridge of his flagship, The Verdant Immortal. Ashe strode on to the bridge the crew snapped to attention and a smile spread across his face as a new sense of pride filled him and he was thrilled for the future. But that is then and now he needs to lock down the atmosphere. As he strode up to the view-port he activated his com-link.

"Send the troop transports to the shipyards and send five of the Rekr's to escort them. Have the Myhosaur's deploy there fighters to the surface to eliminate any hostiles and keep all enemy ships grounded. No one gets in or out without my say so. Have the coordinators communicate with Yasha so we can send the warriors where we need them to make this process as easy as possible. Have the medical ships sent planet side to aid any of ours who got themselves hurt. Now deploy the remainder of the fleet to encircle the planet so our blockade will be established."

With that he strode back to the holo-table and saw his plan unfolding before him. Soon this planet would be under Mandolorian protection. "I need the Contruum's com channel. I wish to introduce myself." Shortly following this a young comm officer called to the Grand Admiral. "Admiral we have their channels and are patching you through now!" This was Quoron's favorite part of his job, welcoming new worlds to the fold.

​"Greetings naval and army personnel of Contrumm I am Grand Admiral Quoron Vizsla of the Mandolorian Navy and I wish to welcome you all to our glorious empire. The upcoming weeks will be essential in ensuring that we all have a save time. At this time I'm sure you are seeing fighters and warships near your facilities. Fear not. They will not fire upon you as long as you lay down your weapons and surrender to the incoming warriors. Thank you for ensuring everyone's safety with your compliance. I look forward meeting you later in the day. Lady's and Gentlemen welcome to the Mandolorian Empire."

 

[Gaia Sunaris Cadera]

Cassiopeia couldn't believe this was how the negotiations went. It was truly a remarkable scene - one that should embarass the ambassador, his superiors, and essentially any Contruumi. She shook her head as she watched the scene unfold. She rolled her eyes about slavery. This was civilized galaxy, after all. She used one arm to rest her head as she watched the nervous ambassador finish reading the treaty before he finally put his thumbprint over it. The deal was finalized.

The Mand'alor handed the treaty to Cassiopeia. She nodded as she took it and carefully put it away, safely nestled where it wouldn't get any wrinkles or damage. It'd be there for them to file, or hang up in the Contruum city halls, or whatever the Mandalorian government wanted to do with it.

Cassiopeia was still sitting down as Fiolette pulled the trigger and shot the Ambassador dead. While Cassiopeia had learned to play a poker face in life and death situations, she still jerked slightly at the sudden shot. She didn't like the Ambassador, but did she really have to kill him? She sighed a little, hopefully inaudible to most others. It was politics, after all. No one could say you're safe in a game of politics. She knew how dangerous the galaxy was - a hard lesson to learn after her parents death. It was a lesson she had to learn, though.

Shaking off her feelings as Dansen removed the body, she stood up and began to head towards the overlords of Contruum with presumably the others. She had to hold back laughter as they entered the bunker where the others were. "Your friend isn't exactly going to be answering his comms, anymore, guys. The Mandalorian government now controls the Contruum system." She gave a sweet smile as she entered the room. "Not to mention, he was going to sell you guys out..." She muttered, mostly under her breath.

[member="Quoron Viszla"] | [member="Yasha Mantis"] | [member="Kaden Mantis"]

 

[Cynthia Solus]

[member="Cassiopeia Caranthyr"] [member="Quoron Viszla"] [member="Kaine Australis"] [member="Strider Garon"] [member="Fiolette Yvarro"] [member="Yasha Mantis"] [member="Kaden Mantis"] [member="Gray Raxis"]

Cynthia didn't think she looked well, and mentally she was a shipwreck. Still it wasn't something to dwell on. "I guess I'll get over it in time. Anyway it must get lonely right, been alone at long periods?" She said with her hands tucked inside the helmet barely paying attention to anything around her. Her fingers held a loose circuit board in place as a small screwdriver tightened the small screws in place. "I'm here because I wasn't given much choice. Also yes I wanted to get away from the talks so I gave us a reason to leave. Something I learnt from you was actions speak louder, they don't have to be bad actions but it has more impact. So yeah this was the first bar we came to. Honestly I just wanted somewhere to get my helmet working again." Her hands now focused on connecting the wires to a flex circuit that trailed along the top of the helmet and connected the visor.

There was very little left to do to the helmet. It had been repainted, put back together and a few new features added. All that was left was calibrating a few things and putting some new padding in. She'd pull the old padding out that had worn down and took shape of where it rested on her head. Cynthia stuffed in the padding and twisted it into place pulling the small clips to make sure it stays there. "Well this will do I guess." She muttered unsatisfied about the ragged padding. She'd slip the helmet onto her head and powered it up to a small cell in her bag. "...Frinklehoof? You still alive boy?" "Your friend isn't exactly going to be answering his comms, anymore, guys. The Mandalorian government now controls the Contruum system. Not to mention, he was going to sell you guys out..." She heard slightly. "Well buir please don't disappear okay. I'll be back in a little while and we can go for a meal... on me." She said pausing between words.

Cynthia stood up as other systems booted. "Ca... Display Motion tracker and activate Life forum scanner." The girl said working the speech recognition. She looked down the the small radar showing blips. It was showing people that was not in the room and then she looked up then down. As she looked down there was a large group of people in a room below. "Cya soon." The mandalorian girl brought her shotgun to her hands and rushed through the staff entrance. The people would look at her with confusion and some fear as they moved quickly out the woman way. The droid from before emerged from a long corridor with a tray of empty champagne glassses. Cynthia pueshed the droid aside makind the glasses that was stable in its cold calculated hands clash to the floor shattering behind her..

Rushing down the sloped corridor the lights got dimmer and the sounds of her footsteps would begin to echo with a delayed pitter patter. "...Frinklehoof you coward... Hes like a damn whore to coin willing to do anything hes told, and just you wait till the planet hears of this. We have the proof you killed him in cold blood! Ohhhh yes we was watching everything." She heard from the Echolocation picking up the conversation but much louder this time. Cynthia could see a woman stood the far side the room... As Cynthia got to the room and stayed out of sight behind wall to the left of the door. She could see everyone in the room and counted three other people on the room that wasn't in sight on the way down. "Hands up." The girl said rushing around the corner gun raised pointing at the three men who instinctively tossed up their hands high. "Don't worry I got your back." She said smirking under her helmet.

"Anyway, listen here you disease. No one will hear anything, no one will know anything either. Your next words solely depend on your very lives." "Damn harlot. You can't do this! I WILL HAVE YOUR DAMN HEAD ON A PLATTER!" The man in the middle shouted getting louder as he spoke. Her finger squeezed the trigger as a silent hail of flechettes shot out and embedding into the man on the left. A spray of red mist shot out of the person who looked like they had gone give rounds with a Voxyn. The body would drop to its knees before falling flat. "Wait! Wait! Wait!" The man said with fear struck in his eyes arms now covering most of his face and even the younger man looked petrified, frozen in place as if his life had already drained away. "I'll give you what ever you want. How about that?"

Cynthia took her helmet off so the two left standing could see her eyes. "You can't give me what I want. Besides I wouldn't want anything from some Slumlord who uses people to pad his seat of power." The look she gave was like an inferno of emotion. Taking a few steps closer her gun shifted to the younger man and squeezed the trigger. This time a large hole was made in the chest close to where the heart was. The body would fly back clashing into the wall and slid down. It would slump against a bookshelf with a trail of crimson running down. Her eyes darted to the last man as Mand'alor the Infernal walked in. "So Mand'alor you telling him he's fired or should I?" she asked watching the man collapsed to his knees begging for dear life.

 

[Yasha Cadera]

[member="Fiolette Yvarro"]’s shot still rang in her ears. Finklehoof’s death was neater and tidier than those she remembered dolling out in her time. There was much to learn from Yvarro’s own brand of wisdom.

Maybe Yasha ought to pick the woman’s brain sometime.

Walking down the tunnel, Yasha continued hearing the riot of ridiculousness filtering through from the would-be slaver kings. That was, until [member="Cynthia Raxis"].

“For the love of Manda, this system was run by idiots.” Yasha grumbled under her breath as she walked through the doors and into the bunker. Snorting at Cynthia’s joke, Yasha walked in and unsheathed her katar.

“You there. How many slaves do you own?”

“Oh gods the blood! There’s blood!”

Yasha slammed her fist into the bunker wall. “How many!?”

“Sixty eight… only sixty eight… it’s not even sevent—“ The man’s voice cut out as Yasha stabbed her katar into his heart.

“You’re fired.”

Yasha looked about the room, and raised [member="Quoron Viszla"] on her comm. “Ground is secured, Contruum is ours. I liked your speech, Quo. Thanks for securing the skies… Set fire to this mess and fill in the bunker. Have our troops find the slave holders and renege on their responsibilities. They’re done. Free the slaves, ensure everyone has food and drink. Tonight is a celebration.

Tomorrow, we collect the most knowledgeable of the workers, and give the shipyards over to a collective of our own and them. Bring the foremen to the flagship, and see that any minors are given education. Ensure the living quarters for every worker are comfortable and fair. I want us back into ship building within the next five days… now if nobody particularly minds, I’m getting out of this room…”

Yasha gulped and cleared her throat. “The smell is making my pregnant stomach want to void my last meal. [member="Kaden Mantis"], this place smells like the back end of Ba'vodu Silas' laundry basket. Blech.”

Swerving on her heels, Mand’alor the Hell Wolf left the room and retreated back through the tunnel toward her shuttle. Contruum was won. [member="Kaine Australis"] [member="Gray Raxis"] [member="Kaden Mantis"]