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Aggadeen Myi

Myth Can Become Reality
Aggadeen Myi
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The Imperial Shuttle ramp descended with a quiet hiss, as Treasurer Myi stepped onto the polished durasteel landing pad.

Behind him, a squadron of Novatroopers followed at a respectful distance, their black and gold armor creating a striking contrast against the Imperial banners that adorned the corridor leading into the lounge area of the Aspre Plunge.

The resort was an impressive steel and transparisteel rising to the height of the cliff before descending into the surf and plunging into an underwater ravine that was 100 meters deep. This location would be ideal for negotiating an agreement with Breshig War Forge and Strill Securities, both overseen by Shuklaar Kyrdol Shuklaar Kyrdol .

His knowledge of the man was limited to rumors and hearsay, yet as a Mandalorian, Kyrdol's expertise in warfare was unparalleled and would be quite formidable. A single squadron of Novatroopers would pose little challenge to him if the negotiations were to escalate, but the Galactic Empire possessed the resources to render any resistance highly unprofitable.

It was unusual for the Imperial Government to seek help; however, there were occasions when pride had to be set aside for the greater good. The danger posed by the Alliance and the Lightsworn was becoming more evident, and although the Dark Side Elite were formidable, they lacked the tactics necessary to eradicate the Jedi's leadership.

The lounge was nearly empty at this hour, save for a few well-dressed patrons sipping on exotic beverages. Myi chose a secluded booth near a panoramic window overlooking Spira's glittering cityscape.

He sat with his back to the wall, his gloved hands resting on the table, fingers tapping idly against the polished surface.

A protocol droid glided over, its voice smooth and servile. "May I bring you a refreshment, sir?"

He waved a dismissive hand. "Corellian whiskey." as the droid offered a bow and departed to the service counter.

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Shuklaar Kyrdol

CEO of Breshig War Forge Consolidated
Shuklaar Kyrdol
Character Bio

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The New Imperial Order, The Empire, The Dark Empire, The Galactic Empire, The Empire of the Lost, The Imperial Confederation, har'chaak, there were so many of them it was hard to keep track. He had seen so many rise an fall in the course of his life, he'd fought at least two personally and marshalled the might of Strill against at least one other. If the aruetiise were to be believed, they were strongholds of oppression and bastions of various words that didn't have translations into Mando'a.

Shuklaar had led his vode into the service and support all manner of governing bodies during the course of his life; the Confederacy of Independent Systems, the Sith Empire, the Rimward Trade League, the Tingel Arm Coalition, the independent government of New Cov and now the High Republic. If there was one thing he learned, it was that the name they gave the means of ruling was just a justification of their right to do so. So long as they left him and his the haran out of it, he could care less. His opinion was not an uncommon one among the Clans of Breshig either.

He had made his deal with the devil, as he'd heard some aruetii put it. His agreement with Arctus Silmar Arctus Silmar had been for the benefit of his people. At no point had he supported or approved of the dar'jetii-led government, and he sure as haran didn't approve of the Galactic Empire either. He didn't have the means to deal with them, but he did have the means to ensure that the Jetii didn't add to this list of force-user led governments. At least the Imperials and the dar'jetii tended to not give an osik about weapons laws and the like, but the jetii, they loved pretending they were morally superior while doing the same things.

It was precisely for that reason that he had agreed to meet with Aggadeen Myi Aggadeen Myi , the Empire was a means to achieving this goal, and the best part was that they were going to pay him and his for it. Only trick was getting this Imperial to accept that if this was going to work, they were going to be largely on their terms, not the Empire's.

From what he had been able to ascertain about the man that he was meeting, he was the Imperial Treasurer. 'Jate,' he thought to himself. He was a man with practical knowledge of administration, and most importantly, a man with direct access to the Empire's credit reserves. This was a man who understood the cost of war, and what it took to keep a war machine running, and from what Shuklaar could see, he was doing a damn fine job at it. This was the sort of man Shuklaar preferred dealing with when it came to non-combatant aruetiise, practical men with little use for the ambling nature of politics when credits were at stake.

While he was not one for opulence or frills, a bar meant ready access to decent enough gal and skraan that didn't require a degree from an academy to know how to eat. It wasn't hard for him to pick out the Imperial from the other patrons who were all casting the whole spectrum of glances in his direction. That of course was thanks in no small part to the squad of Novatroopers with him. A not insignificant part of him was flattered that he'd bothered to bring the more elite of the Empire in place of a less skilled, worse equipped unit.

Shuklaar unsealed and removed his buy'ce as he approached, attaching it to his belt. "Corellian whiskey," he said, recognizing the drink the other man was partaking of pretty immediately. "Good choice," he added as he extended a gauntleted hand forward in a handshake. "But we didn't come here to discuss whiskey, did we now, Mr. Myi?"

 
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Aggadeen Myi

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Aggadeen was aware of the man's presence before he actually saw him, primarily because the sound of noble and Imperial footwear is distinctly different from that of a respected Mandalorian. Therefore as Shuklaar Kyrdol Shuklaar Kyrdol stood in front of him, clad in Mandalorian armor with his helmet off, it was clear that the man had arrived for business and was ready for any situation, with a finger resting on the trigger should things become unfavorable.

Though the Imperial Treasurer wished to avoid such a scenario because making connections were far more profitable than making another enemy. He did not rise from his seat to greet the man though extended a hand for a moment before speaking as if to guide them into taking a seat across from him.

"I can assure you, I have no intention of debating the quality of this whiskey, Mr. Kyrdol. At least not until our discussion has concluded." He finally extended his hand with a small smile, grasping the Mandalorian's armored hand with his own gloved one. It was a strong, unwavering grip, and Myi returned the favor with a calm determination.

"Though to bring us to our first point. I know of your reputation, Mr. Krydol. You are a man who understands that credits are the lifeblood of the galaxy more so than any witchcraft of the force orders. The Galactic Empire is in need of your expertise." Aggadeen's tone was neutral, devoid of any flattery or condescension. He didn't need to impress this man; he only needed to convince him that the Empire's offer was a mutually beneficial one.

"I believe we both share a common enemy at the moment. The Jedi, and more precisely the Lightsworn, a group of zealots who prioritize dominion over their domain rather than adhering to their own doctrines, however absurd those may be. The Emperor desires their eradication, and the Imperial Treasury is prepared to finance their elimination or, at the very least, the dismantling of their influence."

He was betting that their shared animosity towards the Jedi was stronger than any lingering resentment over past conflicts with the Dark Empire. It was a rare move from an Imperial official, an admission that the enemy of my enemy, is indeed my friend.

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Shuklaar Kyrdol

CEO of Breshig War Forge Consolidated
Shuklaar Kyrdol
Character Bio

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Shuklaar sat down, always pleasantly surprised by sturdy furniture. Though he gathered it wasn't made to be able to bear armored bulk alone, but bulk in general. Purging that line of thought from his brain, he quickly refocused on the matter at hand. He listened carefully to Aggadeen Myi's words, plain, matter of fact, with the addition of acknowledgement of what Shuklaar was bringing to the table. This man was a a skilled negotiator, though he should have expected no less from the Treasurer of the Galactic shabla Empire. This was a good sign, it meant that the Empire was serious about this.

"Seeing as you and I understand that it is credits, not witchcraft, that runs the galaxy, I will spare you the talk of the instability caused by the misguided morals of said practioners," said Shuklaar, using the very extent of his abilities in basic to be able to convert what would have directly translated into a very wooden, potentially insulting statement from Mando'a. "We don't usually work for Imperials, Mr. Myi, but these Jedi, these 'Lightsworn' are bad for business, no worse than the Alliance, but even so," he concluded, pausing as he considered his next words.

"So allow me to be candid, I only care about what your Emperor wants so long as he's signing the paycheck," he added firmly. Shuklaar learned a long time ago that there was no saving the galaxy. He was willing to overlook the sins of the Empire to keep the Jetii from throwing a hydrospanner into the works with their misguided morality, but there was no way in haran that meant he supported them. The galaxy was in enough of a mess as it is. At least the Empire was smart enough to understand that he and his had a place. The same couldn't be said about the Alliance, i didn't take a shabla genius to see where theirosik'la policies on ver'verde had got them.

"As long as that is acceptable, our terms are fairly simple," he added. "We make use of a lot of anti-force user technology, some of that may affect your own. Operational and strategic planning is yours, however, tactical decisions with regards to carrying out those plans are ours. Data feed sharing is mandatory, if your units lack the capability, we will facilitate this. Any prisoners of war captured by our units are ours to do with as we see fit. We reserve the right to claim up to 25% of battlefield salvage. Finally, we will not take part in force rituals, reprisals or massacres against civilian populaces or slavery of any kind. Are these terms acceptable to you?" said Shuklaar, speaking slowly, clearly and evenly before he reached into a pouch on his utility belt and produced his hip flask of tihaar. He then held it out for the other man to clink and then nodded to the glass of whiskey for emphasis.

 
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