Faction [CSA & BSS] Suits and Profit Margins

[Viktor Sylvain]

SUITS AND PROFIT MARGINS
NAR SHADDAA
902 ABY

Nar Shaddaa has always been a city that understands abandonment.

Empires rise, treaties collapse, and institutions wither the moment the credits stop flowing.

With Etti IV cast aside and the Corporate Sector Authority left politically homeless, the Smuggler's Moon offers something other ecumenopoli could not: relevance.

In New Vertica—a longstanding independent sector—neon corporate towers loom over the lower skylanes. Colorful advertisements flicker against smog-choked skies, and private security cordons carve out islands of order amid the chaos. It is here that the wayward CSA seeks to plant its roots. The soil is fertile, the markets are ripe, and the people are hungry for a little… structure.

Black Sun has opened its doors not out of charity, but pragmatism. If the CSA is to survive, it will do so here, where influence is quantified, compliance is enforced, and contracts are backed by organizations that do not require courts to function.

Spoiler: OOC Notes

Welcome to Nar Shaddaa!

This is the first thread in an ongoing arc that will marry the Corporate Sector Authority and Code Zero minor factions to the Black Sun Syndicate as official subfactions. The vision is to build up Nar Shaddaa as a corporate paradise in Hutt Space, where your companies can build offices, factories, facilities, and more—all without the tedious oversight of the more bureaucratic, morally sound galactic governments.

It is my ultimate hope that corporate RP, corrupt political RP, and good ole cyberpunk RP can live harmoniously within Black Sun's plug-and-play/drop-in, drop-out nature. So if you're interested in building a corporate presence on Nar Shaddaa, enjoying the perks of operating in Hutt Space, exploring the grimy streets of the Smuggler's Moon, or trying to take it all down with your slicing kit, this thread—and those to come!—are perfect for you. And the best part? You can come and go as you please!

Side note in closing: If I mis-tagged you as being on either the corpo or CZ objective and you intended to join the other, ignore the OP tag list and just jump in where you fit best! And if you missed the LFG but still want to join, send me a DM and we'll get you sorted for the thread

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OBJECTIVE 1: A Seat at the Table
LOCATION: Benevolence Tower, New Vertica
TO THE ATTENTION OF: Corpos & Benefactors

A cabal of executives, directors, fixers, and corporate envoys gather in a glass-walled conference suite at the top of Benevolence Tower to take stock of what remains of the CSA.

Some are old blood corpos who fled Etti when the Authority collapsed, but many are new suits seeking ground-floor opportunities with what shall become a reborn Corporate Sector right here in Hutt Space. There will be those who seek direct membership in the CSA, who will put forth an officer of their own for a seat on the Direx Board; some will prefer to align business interests without complete representation; others are merely curious observers, here to see what will come of this little meeting.

As prospective corpos enter and find their seats, the are welcomed by ExO Castor Crane and his de facto deputy, Viktor Sylvain . The talks are underway nearly immediately. Discussion turns toward structure, jurisdiction, security, and the price of legitimacy on Nar Shaddaa. Alliances will be tested, rivals sized up, and new hierarchies quietly proposed. Whether the CSA emerges reborn, rebranded, or reshaped into something sharper depends on who controls the conversation and who fronts the credits backing it.

OBJECTIVE 2: Ghosts in the Machine
LOCATION: The Cluster, Nar Shaddaa Undercity
TO THE ATTENTION OF: Code Zero & BSS

Beyond the polished floors and filtered air, a different kind of meeting unfolds.

Code Zero operatives and Black Sun enforcers cross paths at the Cluster, a Devaronian bar infamous for underworld activities where privacy is enforced by reputation alone. Here, both sides recognize familiar instincts: a reliance on deniability, a preference for leverage over ideology, and an understanding that systems are meant to be exploited, not revered.

Conversations drift easily from shared enemies to overlapping methods—surveillance, infiltration, quiet removals, and the monetization of chaos—revealing how thin the line has become between syndicate muscle and corporate black ops. As drinks are poured and names are carefully avoided, old prejudices give way to mutual pragmatism. Nar Shaddaa does not reward purity of purpose, only effectiveness, and in the low light of the Cluster, it becomes clear that whatever comes next on the Smuggler's Moon will be built by people who already think alike, whether they admit it or not.

TAGS:
[CSA] Anja Doreva | Eirys Santhe | Hurusa’let | Marlon Sularen | Misha Kaskadov | Niirota | Taeli Raaf
[CZ] Allie J. | Das | Reggie | Tizdalle Jyll​

 

[Niirota]

OBJECTIVE 1: A Seat at the Table
LOCATION: Benevolence Tower, New Vertica
TAGS: Anja Doreva Eirys Santhe Hurusa’let Marlon Sularen Misha Kaskadov Taeli Raaf

For a company that didn't make anything of significance yet on the Galactic Market, Galactic Syndicated was suspiciously wealthy. Rumors had circulated that the Chairman had received a considerable donation from the Galactic Empire, something which was denied of course by the Imperial Government.

Whether this wealth was tied up in real estate or liquidated assets, it mattered little as they received an invitation to a meeting on Nar Shaddaa about the expansion of the Corporate Sector Authority into Black Sun holdings. Niirota found the whole situation quite ironic as he walked slowly down the corridor, wondering why a legitimate business would consider establishing a market in a criminal stronghold.

The insurance costs would skyrocket, and employees would demand compensation for laboring in such a dangerous environment. Money earned...only to be lost when the paychecks were eventually distributed.

Still ExO Castor Crane was a smart when it came to business and surely had some market research on hand to settle any concerns that were brought to the conference table. Speaking of said conference, the Chiss entered the meeting chamber quietly, without much spectacle or the presence of bodyguards.

He pulled out a sleek, polished durasteel plaque bearing his name and the company he represented. A true executive would never permit anyone to assume his rank and title, as that would create an imbalance of power.

Chairman Anoni'iro'tarloo - Chief Executive of Galactic Syndicated, Director-in-Chief of Balmorran Arms, Trigdale-Karflo Mining Consortium and Offworld Mining Corporation ​

 

[Viktor Sylvain]

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OBJECTIVE 1: A Seat at the Table
LOCATION: Benevolence Tower, New Vertica

“Benevolence” Tower was perhaps the least accurate name for a building full of corporate executives looking to sink their teeth into Nar Shaddaa, but Viktor was nothing if not a fan of foreboding irony.

He wore an expensive double-breasted suit of his own design, a sleek black ensemble made from a proprietary blend of baffleweave and satyn. It gave the Energy Vampire a crisp, authoritative look as he settled in among the other corpos. On his lapel was an enamel pin bearing the crest of the Corporate Sector Authority, a gift recently bestowed upon him by Castor Crane hinself before the pair departed from Denon. Viktor found it rather gauche, but he was supportive nonetheless. After all, this was not the first time ExO Crane had tested the waters on a new world after Etti became too hostile for corporatocracy.

Denon was Crane’s first pick, a natural one that Viktor had initially agreed with. After the Planeshift freed his homeworld from the bureaucratic nightmare of existing in Alliance space, Viktor believed a swift and decisive establishment of a new corporate order would secure Denon’s sovereignty and independence. Unfortunately, the ecumenopolis traded Alliance oversight for the meddling of Naboo royalty. It was a different Senate, but the same shit, as the kids would say.

Unwilling to bend and twist at the behest of foreign kings, the CSA sought a more flexible hub for its members. One that not only offered near-limitless opportunities, but stood stalwartly against the growing bloat of the Republic: Nar Shaddaa.

Now here, seated in a New Vertica board room, Viktor represented himself and Sylvain Emporium as signatory members of the reconstituted Corporate Sector Authority. His crimson eyes, dimmed by a pair of tinted spectacles, glowed softly as he took note of the other arrivals. Many large corporations from all over the galaxy had sent CEOs and directors. Viktor wondered how many would sign the holodoc, and how many would walk away from such a unique opportunity.

TAGS:
Niirota | OPEN​

 

[Eirys Santhe]

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Nar Shaddaa, Hutt Space;
Benevolence Tower, New Vertica.
Tags: Niirota | Anja Doreva | Hurusa’let | Misha Kaskadov | Taeli Raaf | Viktor Sylvain |

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OBJECTIVE I.
" A Seat at the Table "

It's funny how these things work. If you were to ask Wulf or Sularen what was the difference between the Galactic Empire and Imperial Confederation they might just talk your ear off about how the other side were corrupt and they were not. Yet, as Eirys found her way into the Benevolence Tower, she was aware that, at least in the form of the latter, there is a corruptive element amid the Imperial remnants who did not join Emperor Fossk on Imperial Centre. They also happened to be Eirys partners.

Galactic Syndicate were not the only ones rife with rumours. Indeed, Santhe Corporation had been the recipient of donations disguised in the form of several loans from a discreet non-profit which had come to be after the economic collapse of the Empire of the Lost. It smelled of corruption. The payments had seen to the companies revival taking it from the brink of catastrophe and financial ruin. The rejuvenation work had begun in earnest ever since. Corruption pays well, Eirys discovered early. It also tends to give insight into machinations which purists tend to find out about when it is too late. Oh, bother the honest men. What a laughable concept when it came to business. Money talks.

Information passed along by Vūm (the same discreet non-profit who were responsible for Santhe Corp getting back up on their feet) had given Eirys some insight into the clandestine operations of her Imperial associates on Lianna.

They were calling it Project Tion:-

'The revitalization of Imperialism in the Outer Rim systems'​

A wonderful aim which provided wanting customers from the Imperial military industrial complex who sought to get their hands upon Santhe tech and Eirys had been eager to sell to Sularen when they had met. Curiously, the Corporate Sector Authority (CSA) had been covered during a meeting held above Minntooine, aboard the F.D.V.E.C Shipyards by members of the project, some weeks before the first Imperial incursion into the Sith occupied Corporate Sector of the Thandon Star Nebulae.

It had been an old advert. Circa 878. When Brosi used to be green, and vibrant.

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NISB FILE, "BROSI TOURISM", 878 ABY, CSA.​ ​

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Someone associated to the project appeared to covet a relationship with the CSA. Eirys did not mind playing middle-man. For now.

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[Reggie]

Tags: Tizdalle Jyll | Das | + Code Zero
Location: The Cluster, Nar Shaddaa Undercity

Like the rest of Code Zero, Reggie didn't really have much choice when the corpos decided it was time to high-tail it off Etti IV. Though each Zero was locked in for reasons as varied as their species or homeworld, they all shared one thing in common: their life debts meant there was no room for escape.

Actually, there was a second commonality between them now... Nar Shaddaa was their new home.

Reggie shrugged to himself as he knocked back another shot of Corellian liquor. Were he a less experienced drinker, the spicy flavor body would have made him cough. After years as a shadowrunner and a "conductor" on the Freedom Trail, very few things made Reg flinch. Least of all, alcohol.

"Another?" a Devaronian bartender asked. His toothy grin was full of yellow teeth. Reggie nodded.

"One more. Neat."

The horned alien snickered, happy to oblige. The glass slid across the countertop and found its terminus in Reggie's cupped palm. It went up, met his lips, and found itself rim-side down in seconds.

"Thanks," Reggie said, appending a few credit sticks to the compliment. Before the bartender could offer a last last drink, the shadowrunner was on his feet and moving toward a dimmer corner than the bar where he'd been camped out.

Sitting there was a young girl, not quite out of her teens yet. Her short teal hair and signature holo-visor were trademarks of the person he was here to meet, but seeing them in person still didn't feel real. He needed to hear her to know for certain his eyes weren't just being hopeful.

"Das?" he asked from a few feet away. The girl looked up, smiled, and shot back a quick, "Heya, old man."

Reggie chuckled in the sorta way that always made Das think of her dad. It was endearing, mostly because he didn't know he was doing it. Reg joined her in the booth, leaning forward to prop his slouched torso up on his elbows. He looked at her for a moment, then turned to scan the rest of the Cluster.

"Good to see ya, kid. It'd be even better if you weren't the only one."

There were lots of good shadowrunners he hadn't seen since Etti was shifted and the corpos packed up their chit. Das, Kivah , Tizdalle Jyll , and Aaaine came to mind. Hopefully they managed to dodge Nar Shaddaa altogether, but if not, he hoped they found someplace in the Undercity to lay low—no pun intended.

Plugging into the CSA's new framework took up most of Reggie's time these days, but connecting with the other Zeros and rebuilding his network was his main priority.