Private Crimson Concord

[Her]

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Vlemoth Port, Vlemoth Port system, Instrop sector, Outer Rim Territories;
Within the territories of The Imperial Confederation;
Two days after Discordant Frequencies.
Tag: Parvati

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"Ma master possesses Ta knowledge, movement An positions of Ta D'emperiolo naval which threaten Ta smuggling operations of Ta Grancha Chantin family, An their associates. Foo Du share of this valuable knowledge, An information, Ta distribution of narco-spice, An other commodities including weapons, vehicles, starships, slaves Mo other valued goods can be acquired by Ta Wonky whottomuzz today.

Haku does Ta Grancha hutts Settah Tah Ma master's most generous, An lucrative Choba?"
-- Excerpts of Her 's offer to Whottoomuzz Chantin regarding The Spice Mines of Kessel in The Dancing Bantha.

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It was a weird time on Vlemoth Port. Two days ago the planet went completely dark with the only signs of life emanating from the planet came in the form of ghost sensor pings and garbled transmissions. It was an important world to the new IMPERIAL OCCUPATION, so naturally, they had responded in kind and dispatched their best from The Imperial Confederation to deal with the brewing crisis. Her did not know much about The Silent Circle or why they were targeting her associates, and ordinarily a meeting place on a world teeming with Imperial activity was not the ideal location to make arrangements pertaining to Kessel or The Ghost's Vein but the Dark Lord wanted to make an impression on the woman she was smuggling onto the planet when they met for a second time.

Their first meeting, albeit brief and second hand in nature, had certainly made an impression on Parvati and unfortunately on the wrong person. When Her had entered The Dancing Bantha she had aims to convince Whottoomuzz Chantin -- a newly rising figure in the criminal underworld, who possessed aims to rejuvenate The Hutt Cartels-- to create a pact that would see him and his crime family gain access The Spice Mines of Kessel that had been taken over by the Empire of the Lost. She had offered the means of the manufacture and distribution of Spice to the Chantin Crime Family in order to gain new contacts in the criminal sector while also offering charts and navigational data detailing Imperial patrols to help in evasion tactics and had even alluded to the existence of The Ghost's Vein: a hyperlane rarely heard of and subsequently navigated which would be perfect for a smuggling operation through then Imperial occupied space.

In the time between then and now Her had engineered the economic collapse and subsequent end of the Imperial occupation following The Sartinaynian Crisis for reasons left to be told in another tale. What was important was the consequences of the end of the Empire and how they would affect this meeting when Parvati made it planetside. Much had changed in the year of 902 ABY. A rejuvenated criminal enterprise in the form of The Black Sun Syndicate had been picked up by I.S.S informants and the information had reached the Dark Lord to help churn her mind. The offer that had been made to the Chantin Crime Family could be therefore altered and changed to benefit Her by fostering a relationship with the likes of Parvati , who according to the I.S.S and old N.I.S.B records, was a former Vigo in the Black Sun and current CEO of House Parvati who owned several luxury nightclubs from across the galaxy.

This woman, who was seemingly of little consequence just a few months ago, was now a prime player that was ready to be played in the current day. Therefore arrangements had been made with The Krykna Mafia (a criminal organisation based on Lianna headed by a former exiled Imperial Moff) to smuggle the woman from Anobis onto Vlemoth Port under the noses of Imperial forces who were still dealing with the aftermath of a crisis from two days ago. They were to meet on one of the many tundras found on the planet-- a treeless plain located in one of the more remote regions of the planet that was sparse in activity even with Imperial patrols heightened. A cabin containing the basic necessities were one of many safe houses located across the galaxy which was to serve as the venue for their meet and greet.

In the horizon Her spotted the incoming smuggling ship. A hand lowered to the chrono on her wrist, and three taps pinged the vessel for confirmation that they were who she thought they were. A response seconds later registered that they were from the Krykna, or, at least, knew the prearranged signal...

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[Parvati]

"No, I insist."

Parvati shifted her weight, her hip jutting out slightly as her long, slender fingers rested against it. Her signature bob shook as she gave her head a slight, definitive shake. "She's coming with me," she stated, her voice as cold and absolute as ice.

The captain, a seasoned Twi'lek with frustration etched in every wrinkle, raised his hands in protest. "It's too dangerous to bring a droid!" His eyes darted between Sable and Parvati, disbelief written on his face as he took in the droid's presence.

Parvati's inky brown eyes met his, unwavering, her gaze sharp and unblinking, like a rapier poised for a strike. She exuded quiet authority, and the captain could feel it. "You wouldn't have even known she was a droid if I hadn't told you."

Her weight shifted, her other hip now extending as she motioned toward Sable. The droid looked so strikingly human, its synthflesh covering flawless in its realism. Parvati had spared no expense; the covering felt like the real thing, even down to the subtle warmth of skin. It was nearly impossible to tell the difference to the naked, and she knew it. "It's safer this way, I assure you." Her tone left little room for argument, but there was no need for further persuasion.

Sable took a step forward, its gaze honing in on the captain. Once you knew it was a droid, however, even with the lifelike appearance, there was something off about the droid. It was the absence of soul, the way its eyes didn't quite reflect warmth, just cold calculation. Then, in an almost imperceptible movement, Sable extended its fingers and shot out its needle blades, a subtle but deliberate display of its unsettling capabilities.

Parvati's lips curled into a smile, her voice smooth. "Besides, I don't want you worrying about protecting me if things go sour. We both know it won't hurt to have an extra set of hands, and no one's foolish enough to attack a ship with a droid like her aboard."

The captain sighed, clearly beaten, though he still wasn't happy about it. "Fine. But keep it in your quarters. I don't want it walking around my ship." He muttered the last part under his breath and walked toward the bay door, Parvati and her droid following with deliberate precision. Parvati smiled to herself, her mind already moving ahead. It was a small victory, but it was hers.

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The ship dropped out of hyperspace above Vlemoth Port, its destination looming ahead. Parvati took it as her cue to leave her quarters and prepare for the landing. She gave a sharp whistle, and immediately, Sable sprang to life, falling into line behind her as Parvati made her way toward the main area of the ship.

She couldn't help but admire the mysterious benefactor who had arranged this meeting. They'd crossed paths before, but Parvati knew very little about Her . That elusive nature intrigued Parvati, made her even more determined to learn everything she could. The more secrets someone held, the more Parvati wanted to uncover.

The arrangement with the Krykna Mafia, though, was a clever move. It ensured Parvati's cooperation, at least on the surface, and set the tone for what was to come. But it also made a point. This woman was no fool. This meeting was a test, and Parvati was determined to pass it.

Parvati's boots clicked against the durasteel floor, each step measured, deliberate. She could have activated the silent mode on her heels, but she preferred the sound, the way it reverberated through the quiet halls, a subtle warning before anyone even saw her. There was power in making people wait, in letting them feel the tension before the confrontation.

The captain stood waiting by the landing ramp, his posture stiff and uneasy. Parvati noted the way his eyes followed her as she approached, a mix of wariness and reluctance in his gaze. The sight of her droid trailing behind her only seemed to intensify his discomfort. "Thank you again, Captain Tuntuga," Parvati said, her voice smooth, threading with just enough silk to make the words feel like an unspoken command. The captain's skin prickled, though he would never admit it. He hadn't told her his real name...yet somehow, she'd learned it. The realization struck him like a cold jolt, leaving him with the unmistakable feeling that she knew more about him than she should.

Her gaze lingered for just a fraction of a second too long, savoring the moment before she turned to exit the ship. Her heels clicked louder as she made her way down the ramp, leaving the captain standing behind, unsettled, but powerless to say anything more.

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The freezing air of the tundra hit Parvati the moment she exited the ship. She had dressed for the occasion: her fur coat, rich with exaggerated collar and cuffs, nearly swallowed her frame, the purple satin lining peeking out. Beneath, her black bodysuit clung to her in all the right ways, and her signature heels, an extra five inches of height, once again heralded her arrival. Her blaster rifle swung casually at her hip.

She wasn't wearing the Black Sun insignia. She wasn't foolish enough to advertise her connections when she knew she was walking into hostile territory. This meeting had trap written all over it, and Parvati wasn't about to make it easier for anyone to target her.

As she approached the cabin, her thoughts raced, calculating every potential outcome of this encounter. Opportunity was all around her, and the galaxy was a game that demanded players with sharp minds and sharper instincts. Parvati was no fool, and she would never play by anyone else's rules.

 

[Her]

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Vlemoth Port, Vlemoth Port system, Instrop sector, Outer Rim Territories;
Within the territories of The Imperial Confederation;
Two days after Discordant Frequencies.
Tag: Parvati

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A pair of crimson eyes gazed over the freezing tundra as Parvati landed and made their approach to cabin. Her averted their gaze from the criminal to the Krykna smugglers as they retracted their landing gears and took off knowing that they would never make it back to Lianna. The new Imperial Confederation knew Her only by the designated operating number assigned to those who worked in the three Imperial remnants which now made up the recognized states of the faction. Although unaffiliated to the I.S.S, the woman known as TK-73 often fed pieces of intelligence that the ISA or other affiliated organisations did not know, and in the form of these smugglers who delivered this ex-Vigo of the Black Sun, Her would discreetly feed them to the forces that had been deployed on Vlemoth Port in the wake of the recent incident from two days ago.

In this way Her kept her up the façade of usefulness to their associates while simultaneously shutting down the possibility of their meeting being leaked and as she thought to herself Her suspected that this would be most advantageous to the likes of Parvati given the business they had come together to discuss. Although the Empire of the Lost was no-more the offer that was made to the Chantin Crime Family remained good given the unique position Her held in the new Imperial Confederation. Patrol routes, sector sweeps and other useful information would prove to be a commodity in this burgeoning relationship if this ex-Vigo could be convinced to do more than what was originally put on the table.

The rise of the Black Sun Syndicate was of interest to the likes of Her and the offer of the Spice Trade would give someone like Parvati leverage in the organisation and it would make them incredibly rich to boot. Under the disguise and excuse of an illegal but lucrative operation, Her had made the Spice Mines of Kessel up for grabs but only if the person was capable of fulfilling such a role, and what was it exactly that they were expected to do when working with the likes of her?

"Parvati," Her said in greeting as she lowered her gaze back from the departing ship to her quarry. The blaring sound of a ships engine grew distant quickly and then disappeared as it left the tundra. Beckoning for Parvati to follow her into the cabin, Her turned inside and walked around the room. In the centre was a table and on top was a radio, which upon closer inspection, was playing the radio frequencies of the nearby Imperial forces and their patrols. Glancing at Parvati as she lowered her hand to the radio, Her triangulated the radio transmissions of a nearby patrol that was set to intercept the Krykna as they tried to leave the planet.

"This could have been you," Her said to Parvati as they conversed over the radio. She lowered the volume so that it would not create a racket and yet beneath the veneer of conversation between the pair it would play the confrontation happening nearby in the skies above. Indeed, the Dark Lord had wanted to make an impression on this woman and how could they be better accomplished other than showcasing the fact that somehow-- inexplicably-- she possessed influence among the Imperials and their new burgeoning occupation of the Outer Rim?

"The arrogance of the Chantin clan can be made for your gain," Her went onto say while the radio quietly played the interception and subsequent destruction of the Krykna. "The offer that I made to Whottoomuzz still stands but unlike your associates I know only a little bit about you. Do you have the means to convince me for the two of us to begin working together?" A bleep on Her's wrist betrayed the sound of a Chrono telling her the time. Pouting her lips thoughtfully, Her revealed: "I have designated no more than forty three minutes for us to discuss an arrangement that would see you become one of the wealthiest Spice traders in the game. I hope you have a plan to convince me that you're the person I would like to work with otherwise we have both wasted each others time, and unlike you, my time is far too precious to be wasted..."

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[Parvati]

Parvati stepped into the cabin behind Her .The tundra's chill clung to the folds of her long coat before dying at her heels, repelled by the slow, deliberate rhythm of her boots as they clicked against the floor. She didn't rush. She never did. She moved like someone who owned the air she breathed, who never asked permission.

Her eyes didn't go to Her immediately. Instead, she took in the room. The exits. The radio. The quiet tension in the air. And then, the sound, not distant enough, of a ship being torn apart by orbital fire. The smugglers who'd delivered her here. Her brow lifted, just slightly, the corners of her mouth curling into something between amusement and approval.

"Good show," she said, voice smooth as a lacquered knife. "Though if I'm honest, I'd already arranged for their removal. Just in case you… under performed."

She let that hang. An unspoken truth nestled in a gentle jab. It wasn't just a contingency- it was a test.

"Insurance. I've learned to be thorough."

Finally, she turned her gaze to Her. Steady. Curious. Entirely unbothered.

"I remember when the Black Sun first clawed its way back into relevance," she continued, stepping forward. "Back when it still reeked of blood and ambition. Before the boardrooms. Before the peacocks in tailored suits started calling themselves Vigos. I saw the rise. The fall. I've watched it collapse under the weight of its own appetite more than once."

Her steps were slow, patient. Each one a quiet assertion of dominance.

"I kept my hands clean while others drowned in spice. I built something quieter. Something real. House of Parvati wasn't born from war- it was born from what came after. The longing. The need. The hunger that follows chaos."

She moved to the table and ran a gloved fingertip along its edge as the radio crackled with faint remnants of dying men and shattered metal. The corner of her lip twitched. Not quite a smile.

"The arrogance of the Chantin clan was always their weakness. You're not wrong there. But let me be perfectly clear, I'm not here to be another name in a long line of enablers propping up fading glory."

Her gaze lifted, razor-sharp.

"I don't need the Black Sun. But I remember what it could have been. If it's clawing its way back now, it won't do it without women like me." She paused for a second, "The deal you're making is with me. Parvati. Mistress of the House."

She stepped closer, close enough for her presence to fill the room like thick perfume.

"If there's a new throne being carved out of old bones, I won't kneel for it. I'll shape it."

A beat passed. Then she tapped the console to silence the dying noise of the transmission. Her tone shifted just slightly, cooler, sharper.

"Now. Let's stop pretending time is on either of our sides. Tell me what winning looks like to you—because I don't intend to lose."

 

[Her]

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Vlemoth Port, Vlemoth Port system, Instrop sector, Outer Rim Territories;
Within the territories of The Imperial Confederation;
Two days after Discordant Frequencies.
Tags: Parvati

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As Parvati went into a monologue filled with nostalgia for the past and scorn for what the Black Sun Syndicate had become, Her raised her fingertips to clasp around the edges of the pair of shades she wore and lowered them onto the table quietly. Crimson eyes averted themselves away from the pair of glasses back to Parvati as she finished talking and with it came the possibilities of collusion. Would the Dark Lord invite her into such a partnership through honey, or the bitter taste of vinegar? Could such a woman-- an elite criminal with a long career-- be intimidated into co-operating with the likes of Her? Or would it better to earn her partnership through something more enticing?

"Two years ago an organisation was founded within the Empire of the Lost," Her said quietly as she begun to draw Parvati into a galaxy wide conspiracy. "Calling itself the Fifth Wing they would go onto engineer a series of events which culminated in the end of the Imperial Occupation in the Tion Hegemony. Born out of that destruction came the Imperial Confederation. This is what winning looks like to me."

Lowering a hand into her robes, Her produced a holographic transmitter and placed it beside the radio on the table. The same hand turned the radio off just as a hologram burst into life revealing a hyperlane known only to a few as The Ghost's Vein. "The Fifth Wing chartered this dangerous route," Her explained while implying involvement in the conspiracy responsible for the fall of the Empire of the Lost. "It was subsequently used by them to infiltrate Imperial space from the Stygian Caldera. Right under the noses of the Empire they brought about it's destruction quietly. Even now the remaining expats from Lianna, who have now founded a new government in the New Alderaan system, are unaware of the road which paved the way to their demise."

Tapping the transmitter with her finger, Her turned the device off and then folded her arms together while she continued to talk. "I have known the current operators on Kessel for a long time. It was with thanks to me that they survived the occupation before it was ended earlier this year. The operation, however, only remains viable if they have someone capable of running their spice now that their former associates are... no longer available."

"Whottomuzz Chantin possesses the necessary muscle and contacts to arrange the smuggling of Glitterstim and other spice narcotics but as we both know he did not make arrangements with me to do business. I have the necessary astronomical data and contacts to make an arrangement where someone, such as the Hutts, for example, could buy and then distribute product at a profit while avoiding the Imperials. Do you have what it takes to step in and do the business they did not want?"

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[Parvati]

Parvati's gaze never wavered as the hologram flared to life, revealing the Ghost's Vein. She didn't flinch, but the quiet amusement in her eyes made it clear that this was a revelation, albeit one she hadn't fully expected. She had heard the rumors, whispers that flickered in the shadows of cantinas and back-alley deals. It had always been a legend, a ghost of a route so hidden and elusive that no one truly believed it could exist.

But here it was, a tangible thing, with the smooth pulse of a hyperlane laid out before her like a well-guarded secret. She took a moment to absorb it, then allowed her lips to curl into a small, knowing smile.

"I've heard the stories," Parvati said, her voice soft but carrying an unmistakable edge. "The Ghost's Vein, a way to slip past the Empire, a lifeline for the desperate. A myth, something whispered about in dark corners. I didn't expect to find it real."

She shifted her weight, her stance firm, but her eyes remained steady on the hologram, taking in every detail with an air of quiet calculation. "Surprising, yes. But not shocking. You don't rise to the top by dealing in fairy tales."

Her gaze shifted back to the woman across from her. The woman had laid out her cards, but Parvati wasn't ready to show all her hand just yet. This was far from a simple business deal- it was a game of power, a test of who could dominate the future of this region.

"And this spice operation you've got..."Parvati stepped closer to the table, allowing her heels to click louder as she moved, "...it's not just about profit, is it? The spice itself, sure, that's lucrative, but the game you're playing is bigger. You don't need just a distributor, you need someone with vision. Someone who understands how to make this business work in a way no one else has."

She paused, letting the air thicken between them. "You want to build something sustainable. Something that outlasts the chaos. That's what you've been crafting. But it's more than just surviving, it's about shaping things in a way that no one expects, making sure the people who didn't make the right moves now regret it."

Her lips twitched into a subtle smile, but it wasn't out of kindness. It was the kind of smile you wear when you know someone else is finally playing the same game as you. Parvati wasn't a mere player in this; she was positioning herself to make the rules.

"If I'm going to step into this, I need to know we're building something together," she continued, her tone unwavering, like the steady beat of a drum. "I'm no stranger to doing business in places others avoid. I've made my name in the shadows of this galaxy, carving out a space that works for me. But I'm not here to play second fiddle to anyone, especially not to someone who thinks they're the only one with vision."

Her eyes narrowed slightly, the softness gone, replaced by something harder, something much more dangerous.

"If we're going to work together, it's going to be on my terms." Her tone remained steady, but there was an undeniable edge to it now. "You want Kessel? You want to make something out of that hellhole? Then you need someone who isn't going to shy away from the mess. Someone who doesn't just follow the script."

She took another step forward, close enough now that her presence filled the room like a heavy perfume. The air around them seemed to thicken, charged with an energy that was just as dangerous as it was magnetic.

Parvati's voice lowered, the sharpness still present but laced with something else: a challenge, a daring proposal. "You asked me what winning looks like. For me, winning isn't about taking a backseat. It's about shaping it. Taking this Ghost's Vein and turning it into something no one else can touch. So, I'm not here to lose, and I'm not here to let anyone think they can control this."

She let that silence hang in the air for a moment, then her lips curled into a slow, confident smile. "So if we're going to do this, it has to be real. It's not just about making money. It's about making our mark on this galaxy. Let's see if you have what it takes to convince me you're the right partner in this."

Her

 

[Her]

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Vlemoth Port, Vlemoth Port system, Instrop sector, Outer Rim Territories;
Within the territories of The Imperial Confederation;
Two days after Discordant Frequencies.
Tags: Parvati

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As Parvati dissected the Dark Lord's cunning plan and turned it into something that would benefit her, Her quietly pondered on the future. Was she truly making something that would last, or would it expire the moment that she made her move against her adversaries in the Thandon Star Cluster? Among Her thoughts she considered the earlier teachings that had been taught when she had began following the pathology of the dark side.

It started with Darth Ayra over half-a-century ago on Kalist VI through the discovery of her holocron in A City Lost to Time. Although her Ayra's teachings had been passed on through second information conveyed by The Nomad they had taught an important lesson: they were the beginning-- the start to a new lineage of Sith Lords that would culminate in a thousand year plan to destroy their enemies. But could the likes of Her merely accept that they were a stepping stone to someone else's glory? Wasn't the personification of the Rule of Two designed to stop the dilution of power? Was there to be some solace in a shared victory with the others that would follow her later on when everything culminated in the destruction of the Jedi?

What became clearer was that in order to acquire the collusion that she sought with the likes of Parvati, Her would have to impress her. This woman of the Black Sun would have to revere her and the machinations at work if she were to join in with the conspiracy brewing across the known galaxy. It became clear that this woman from Anobis had already seen it all. Money, wealth, power... These were trinkets to the likes of Parvati. In this they shared something similar. They were merely stepping tools towards the accumulation of true power in the galaxy and it was from this perspective that she had ventured to Vlemoth Port.

"I have acquired contacts all across the galaxy," Her said as she began to draw Parvati in. "My associates are embedded within the Imperial Confederation. They are on Naboo and other territories in the Republic. I even have contacts on the other side of the Blackwall in Sith space. There some among the Alliance as well." Picking up the transmitter and pocketing it, Her walked past Parvati to settle her gaze on the tundra outside and as she spoke her lips pouted thoughtfully.

"Efforts have been made over the past two years to acquire information on the galactic powers. Secrets... Intelligence. From this vantage point one can learn the key players in the galaxy. They led me to you. The Black Sun Syndicate is of interest to me and you are in a position to help me learn a great many things about them. The acquisition of spice, bringing with a supply of narcotics, awards you status and leverage in the accumulation of new contacts and associates who will be compartmentalized from knowing about me or our association."

"What we will build together will change the galaxy. It will supplant the ideologies and falsehoods of the current status quo. Our work will initiate the beginning of a new Star War. Through destruction we will breed creation." Turning her head to look over her shoulder, Her smiled sadly at Parvati as she revealed the extent of her duplicity and machinations. "You need only look at the recent events among the Imperial remnants to see. The recent crisis at Bastion resulted in the toppling of the Dark Empire and the Empire of the Lost. My associates arranged a new administration which formed the Confederation-- a stronger and more powerful Imperial war machine united together. Imagine what we could accomplish together if we formed a new powerbase in the Black Sun Syndicate..."

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[Parvati]

Parvati remained still, her expression one of quiet contemplation as she listened to Her words. There was a pause, a moment where she let the weight of the offer settle between them, as if she were carefully considering her response, though the truth was, she already knew what she would say.

The implications in Her's words were clear: She had access, contacts, secrets that could change the course of the galaxy. But Parvati wasn't interested in power for the sake of power. She wasn't the type to fall into someone else's shadow, no matter how grand the promises sounded. And yet, there was something undeniable in Her's offer, something tempting, and, to Parvati's mind, necessary.

"Two years, you say?" Parvati's voice cut through the air, soft but carrying the weight of her own intent. "In that time, you've amassed information. Connections, secrets, the pieces you need to play this game. But tell me," she said, her gaze shifting from the window where Her looked out onto the tundra back to her, unwavering. "What happens when the game changes? When the players evolve, when the ones pulling the strings aren't who they once were?"

Parvati took a step closer, her heels clicking sharply on the cold floor, each sound a punctuated moment of intent. "You see, the galaxy is shifting, and you want to ride that shift. You want to tear down the old to build something new, something greater. I can see it in your eyes: the ambition, the hunger. And I get it. Believe me. But here's the thing: I don't need to be the one to carry that ambition for you. I'm here because you've shown me something, something worth seeing. But I won't simply bend the knee to anyone, no matter how grand their vision."

She moved past Her, her hand trailing along the edge of the table, as if letting her presence fill the space between them. "What you're offering sounds enticing, but it's not the first time someone has tried to change the rules. I've seen this dance before, I've survived it. And I've thrived. If we're going to build something- if we're going to make this alliance- it has to be more than just using each other as stepping stones."

She turned then, her face set with resolve, her gaze sharp and unwavering. "We can be allies, yes. Partners, perhaps. But understand this: We'll build it together, both of us. I'll lead where I must. And when we're done, it'll be our power, our new empire, not just a tool for your vision alone. You talk about changing the galaxy, I'm in. But I'll need more than a seat at the table. I'll need something real."

Parvati's lips curled into a confident smile. She stepped toward Her, her posture straight and imposing.

"Here's what I bring to the table," she said, her tone firm and self-assured. "I know how to run a criminal empire that can stand the test of time. The House of Parvati, my syndicate, has connections that stretch far and wide, luxury nightclubs, black market cybernetics, smuggling networks, and more. I've seen what happens when empires crumble under their own weight. I built mine to survive, and that's exactly what we'll need to do if we're to take the spice trade and make it something no one can touch."

Her gaze sharpened, becoming more direct. "I have access to high-end networks across the galaxy. You want leverage in the galaxy's criminal underworld? I can provide it. Contacts on Nar Shaddaa, connections within the Hutt Cartel, the Black Sun and a few of my own- people who owe me favors and don't ask too many questions. I've moved products across borders others can't even approach."

Parvati paused, letting the weight of her words settle in the air. "I also have the manpower. My droids, my operations, they're all built with one thing in mind: efficiency. A silent army, if you will. Sable, for example, is just one of my assets- discreet, deadly, and untraceable. I've got the muscle to back up what we're about to do."

She took another step forward, closer now, close enough for her presence to fill the room like perfume. The air around them seemed to thicken, charged with an energy that was just as dangerous as it was magnetic.

Parvati's voice dropped slightly, the sharpness still present but laced with something else, something alluring. "You asked me what winning looks like. For me, winning isn't about taking a backseat. It's about shaping it. Taking this Ghost's Vein and turning it into something no one else can touch. So, I'm not here to lose, and I'm not here to let anyone think they can control this."

She let that silence hang in the air for a moment, then her lips curled into a slow, confident smile. "So if we're going to do this, it has to be real. It's not just about making money. It's about making our mark on this galaxy."

Her

 

[Her]

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Vlemoth Port, Vlemoth Port system, Instrop sector, Outer Rim Territories;
Within the territories of The Imperial Confederation;
Two days after Discordant Frequencies.
Tags: Parvati

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There was an element of truth in the words of this ex-Vigo of the Black Sun, and yet beneath the veneer of revelation, Her caught onto the differences that Parvati explained. The dichotomy between a master and a slave was one where the former demanded the service of the latter through a lens of loyalty which invited catastrophe if they were to try and break the chains which linked them. But this was not what Parvati desired. Their relationship was one of mutual interest-- a partnership between the both of them which would inevitably erode and perhaps even break when someone or something else was far more beneficial to them.

This was to be a temporary alliance. It could be measured in mere months-- perhaps years, if their respective hands were played with careful cunning-- but in the end there would be a fork in the road which would take them elsewhere. That time would come when their respective 'marks upon the galaxy' could be measured in earnest. It confirmed to Her the ultimate truth to all of this work: she was alone. This was what it took to pursue the pathology of the dark side.

It was a lonely path.

As Parvati once again stated her clear desire to make her mark upon the galaxy, through the work that the two of them would pursue together obfuscated through Her powers in the dark side, the Dark Lord kept her gaze on the frozen tundra before her. It epitomized her life since the end of those days in the Coruscant temple. War, famine, disease-- Imperialism-- had destroyed all the facets of life that she had once enjoyed and lived through until there was nothing left. Nothing. Not even the contemplation of evolving and adapting the conspiracy that she had wrought upon the galactic elite-- which had settled across the capitals of superpowers to the hallowed halls of assemblies, confederations and chancellorates-- could excite her anymore.

There was only the lingering absolution of the necessities, and now as she stood there looking upon this tundra-- upon the precipice of acquiring station among the criminal elements on Nar Shaddaa, she felt no excitement or satisfaction. There was only the hate for them. Her enemies, her adversaries, her nemesis... and the desire to complete a life's ambition of which Parvati had the potential to become a key component of. With their back still turned, Her replied solemnly:

"In this life we can only take the gambit offered to us and learn to play it as best that we can. Some minutes beforehand we were strangers unaffiliated with no ties or even seminal connections to others that we know, and yet here we are at the edge of making something of great change among the elite. Nobody knows about us. There is usefulness in that..."

Her thought of Velran Kilran -- the late defacto Emperor of All Imperial Kind, who was felled in battle with rebels at Lothal a year ago. The demise of that great man required an adaption and evolution of the conspiracy resulting in the collapse of his Empire and the rise of its successor in the form of the Confederation. "Look upon the Outer Rim and you will see the mark that I have made. Join me in this work and you will have yours as well. Together we will create the settings of the next Star War that will change the galaxy and carve out a meteoritic legacy that will be remembered forever. We will be immortal."

As she spoke Her closed their eyes and consulted the Force. There she was granted an epiphany which broke through the veneer of truth and conspiracy to grasp the heart of this matter. Parvati wanted specifics-- she desired to know what they would accomplish together if she were to enter this partnership. "All great things come to those who wait, my friend," Her said cunningly as the Force flowed through her and surrounded the both of them underneath the veil of the dark side. "In these past few minutes of exhalation and revelation you have learned much but surely you do not expect me to share all of my designs with the likes of you?"

Re-opening her eyes the Dark Lord turned away from the view of the tundra to encircle Parvati as she spoke. "You have offered me access to your Empire and I have revealed the design of a galactic conspiracy which has already brought great change and circumstances to the Imperial remnants. Patience is our weapon. The work that we will pursue together will not be measured in accomplishments or achievements in the small but through the lens of our end goal. You need only take the first steps and accept the unification of our respective powerbases. Only then will you be able to see what it is we will accomplish together..."

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[Parvati]

Parvati stood silent for a long moment, allowing the weight of Her's words to settle. She could feel the pull of the dark side in the room, the subtle, almost imperceptible shift in the air as Her invoked it, this force that both bound and isolated those who wielded it. Her's vision was grand, a path carved through shadows and conspiracies that spanned the galaxy. Parvati was no stranger to ambition, nor to playing the long game, but this? This was a level beyond.

When Her turned and circled her, Parvati didn't flinch. She let her presence stand firm, her posture straight, every inch of her poised and ready for the next move. She understood that this wasn't just a conversation, it was a dance, one that was both exhilarating and dangerous. But then again, when had she ever feared danger?

"I see your vision," Parvati said slowly, her voice calm, yet sharp. "A new Star War... a galaxy reshaped by those with the power to bend it to their will." Her gaze narrowed just slightly. "And you're right, we're on the precipice of something monumental. But here's the thing- I'm not someone who follows. I carve my own path."

Her lips curled, a smile that didn't quite reach her eyes. "You speak of patience, but we both know that time waits for no one. I'm in this because I understand what's at stake. What we build together will ripple through the underworld, and yes, the elite will feel it too. But don't mistake me- I'm not interested in waiting for the world to turn. I want to act."

She stepped forward, her heels clicking with a slow, deliberate cadence. "You want me to join you, and I'm listening. But I won't take a backseat. If this is going to work, it's because we both bring our strengths to the table, not because I'm just another cog in your grand design."

Parvati paused, her eyes meeting Her's directly, unwavering. "I've built something real, something that stands. The House of Parvati is not just a powerbase, it's a network of people, assets, and influence that spans worlds. I didn't get here by being patient. I got here by acting when the time was right."

She took another step forward, her presence filling the room, her tone firm and resolute. "I'm not asking for all your plans. I don't need to know every detail. But what I need to understand is how we fit into this. How you see us, not as pieces in your game, but as equals in this power struggle. You've got the plans, and I've got the resources. Together, we can make something they won't see coming. But the question remains: how much of that control do you actually want to share?"

Her

 

[Her]

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Vlemoth Port, Vlemoth Port system, Instrop sector, Outer Rim Territories;
Within the territories of The Imperial Confederation;
Two days after Discordant Frequencies.
Tags: Parvati

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"You are the one who has built House Parvati. Not me," Her said cunningly as she began to ensnare Parvati into the conspiracy. "I can not tell you what to do with your property. It is yours and yours alone. That much is clear..."

"The rise of the Hutt Cartels returning into a force of significance and strength has coincided with the rise of the Black Sun Syndicate," Her explained as she went into detail as to how HOUSE PARVATI and it's CEO fitted into the galactic scheme that the Dark Lord sought to conspire. "If you were to conspire with me then you would become one of many different groups and organisations which make up this criminal empire. Some of these people are already involved in business with the likes of you and your House. With their cooperation through you we can influence matters on a galactic scale in order to sway events which will serve to ignite the next Star War."

"Consider this..." Her said as she continued to encircle Parvati while sharing the ideas of plot and ruin that they could sow together if she were to join on this most esoteric of ventures. "The current Chancellor in Diarchy space is a former Senator on the Federal Assembly who represented the Obulette system in the Galactic Alliance until the Jedi exposed the fact that they were a collector of Sith paraphernalia after they were found in a secret auction. Their subsequent exile in Imperial space led to their defection to The Diarchy following the collapse of the Empire of the Lost which resulted in them becoming one of the most powerful men in the Outer Rim Territories."

"With your access and my information we can coalesce to create new avenues of influence over such people. Imagine what you could do if you possessed leverage over a man who heads the Chancellorate on Bastion and has the ear of the Lords of the Diarchy-- whose wife is the prodigal daughter of the Santhe-Sienar corporation and who is the last living heir of House Mecetti? Consider what could we do together among the Imperial remnants and their burgeoning confederation? Or what we could do with the Five Veils Initiative founded on Naboo to revitalize the Five Veils route? I am the one who has access to all of it..."

"You are not a mere piece to be played in my designs," Her lied as she continued to spin the narrative in order to gain the allegiance of Parvati. "Like you just said you wish to make your mark upon the galaxy. It isn't about the accumulation of wealth... It is about power for you. But I wonder..." As Her walked behind Parvati in the circular motion she concealed a small smile as she cleverly turned Parvati's questions back onto her. "...With all of this at your disposal what is it that you are hoping to accomplish? My war is my war, my ideas are mine to be shared with the likes of you, of course... But what is it that made you come here if it was not for the mere acquisition of the Spice trade? What drives you and your ambition? Tell me so that I can see it become realised..."

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[Parvati]

Parvati remained still, her gaze never leaving Her as the words settled between them. She could feel the gravity of the offer in the air, heavy with the weight of possibility. But beneath that weight, there was something else, something that made her pulse quicken, an undeniable hunger. Not for money, not for more power in the familiar ways, but for more in a sense that was beyond what the galaxy had yet to offer.

"You've built an empire, I see it," Parvati said, her voice soft, but edged with certainty. "A vast, intricate web. But what you and I both know is that empires are only as powerful as the people who control them, the vision they carry, and the strength to carve their place in the galaxy."

Her eyes flickered briefly, focusing on the expanse outside the cabin window before returning to Her, steady and resolute. "The Black Sun, it's been many things to many people. A tool. A weapon. A vehicle. But it's not the end of the road. It's a stepping stone. A platform. I've played my part in it, built my own corner of it. But we both know what it truly is, what it has the potential to be. It's a legacy, a dynasty, but it was never meant to stop there."

She stepped closer, every motion deliberate, the weight of her presence filling the space between them. "I'm not here to carve out another piece of the Black Sun. Not for the same old role. I'm not here to take up the mantle of Vigo again. I've outgrown that." She paused, letting the words linger for a moment. "What I want, what I've always wanted, is the kind of power that reshapes the galaxy. The kind that no one expects, that no one sees coming."

Parvati's lips curled into a small, calculating smile. "I'm already someone in this universe, people know my name. They fear my name. House of Parvati isn't a mere name. It's an empire in the making. But I see something more. Something that reaches further than I could've imagined alone."

Her voice dropped slightly, colder, sharper now, but carrying a deep sense of purpose. "You've got the means. The connections. The information. And more importantly, you've got a vision. I don't need to be another Vigo, taking orders from anyone."

She took a breath, her tone steady and unwavering, her gaze cutting through the room like a blade. "I've never been one to settle for second place. I don't want to just carve out my place in the galaxy, I want to reshape it. And I know you see it too. You see the potential, the power, in what we could accomplish together."

Parvati's posture remained confident, her voice rising with the confidence of someone who already sees the future unfolding before her. "I know where I belong. And with your help, with the resources and influence you offer, I'll take the next step. I'll create an empire, something that lasts far beyond what the Black Sun could ever have been. Something that changes the galaxy itself."

She stepped closer still, her presence undeniable, a magnetic force drawing everything around her into orbit. "So, don't mistake my ambition for anything less than a hunger for more. More power, more control, more influence. I see the opportunity you're offering."

Her lips curled into a small but confident smile. "But let's be clear- this isn't just your war. This is ours."

Her

 

[Her]

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Vlemoth Port, Vlemoth Port system, Instrop sector, Outer Rim Territories;
Within the territories of The Imperial Confederation;
Two days after Discordant Frequencies.
Tag: Parvati

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"But let's be clear- this isn't just your war. This is ours."

As Her finished her last encirclement of Parvati she smiled broadly. The conspiracy- which began two years ago through the work of Alicia Drey and which later brought about the end of the Empire of the Lost-- had just taken a new shape. Born out of the dying members of the Fifth Wing emerged a new organisation which held no name or title but yet it and it's members were inexplicably connected through her powers in the dark side.

Walking back into view, with a face combined with sombreness and focus, Her extended a hand to Parvati to shake. "The long way to change begins day from the tundra of Vlemoth Port. May the galaxy quake at out feet."

From the halls of COMECI and it's parliament in New Aldera to the politics of the ROYAL ASSEMBLY on Naboo to the machinations of Serina Calis and VesperWorks to the quiet, elusive presence of the The Lord of Hunger and the N&Z Corporation a galactic conspiracy was beginning to take it's true form. With the acquisition of Parvati and her involvement in the dreaded BLACK SUN SYNDICATE they would each contribute to a new form of power.

As the curtain closes on this story-- at the advent of a new Star War-- villains and heroes from across the galaxy traverse in turmoil and catastrophe brought about by the machinations of superpowers and age old beliefs that have triggered conflict for over thirty millennia. Beneath the veneer of their campaigns and plights for supremacy over the galaxy-- over the force-- grows an organisation founded to bring about an end of the Jedi and the Sith.

Flames and soot lick the Krykna shuttle as it lays out there in the barren tundra-- a metaphor for what is about to happen to THEM.

[END OF STORY]

SOON.​