Ashin Varanin
Professional Enabler
The Daragon Trail, a more-or-less straight shot from the Deep Core to the old Sith worlds, ran directly through the middle of Clan Rekali territory, inside Mandalorian space. The Clan essentially controlled the Gordian Reach. Every entrance and potential entrance had a comprehensive monitoring setup capable of interrupting incursions before they happened. The Daragon Trail, however, was a whole other animal. By orders of magnitude, it was the largest and most widely used route in Rekali territory.
Various natural refuelling points along the Trail had acquired the force of custom, even after the Dark Age. Among those points were two particular locations, one at each of the Trail's entrances to the Reach. Desolate systems, desultory mining, a scattering of private fuel stations -- nothing major. Until today.
Each of the two entry points had the same allocation of resources.
The Kar'tayl platforms were meant for early warning, interrupting large movements, etc. They also served to redirect vessels that went off-course, which could happen this close to the Denarii Nebula and the Roil. Most vessels wouldn't encounter interference if they went along the route as normal and visited the customs station as normal. Trying to bypass the customs station, whether on or off the Trail, would earn interdiction and redirection.
Very straightforward customs and trade setup, if you paid your entirely reasonable dues. The fee regimen was comparable to that of most governments, though less spastic and random. An additional, though still relatively modest, fee applied to ships of Republic registry. There would, of course, be smugglers; that was expected. The Rekalis had a good bit of sympathy for smugglers, hence the sanitized fee regimen. Though they were death on slavers, they didn't much care about spice or guns.
But that was just the customs fees. On the upside, the Clan waystation offered a wide variety of services -- refuelling, processing, manufacturing, hyperspace cannon shipping, recreation. Nothing on the order of a Silk Holdings or [member="Danger Arceneau"] trade station, so far as fuel and such went, but still, you know, pretty nice after a long haul.
On the Coreward waystation, sitting on an observation deck, Ember was pretty fething pleased.
Various natural refuelling points along the Trail had acquired the force of custom, even after the Dark Age. Among those points were two particular locations, one at each of the Trail's entrances to the Reach. Desolate systems, desultory mining, a scattering of private fuel stations -- nothing major. Until today.
Each of the two entry points had the same allocation of resources.
- Four hex-rings of Kar'tayl Independent Sensor Platforms, moored in hyperspace and generally undetectable, concentric around the Daragon Trail, two rings before the customs/trade point and two after.
- One Clan Rekali Waystation, open to the public, boasting a variety of frontier-style services.
- A second waystation, for customs and tariff purposes.
- A flotilla of Tegaanalir patrol craft.
- The ability to call a really big nasty fleet.
The Kar'tayl platforms were meant for early warning, interrupting large movements, etc. They also served to redirect vessels that went off-course, which could happen this close to the Denarii Nebula and the Roil. Most vessels wouldn't encounter interference if they went along the route as normal and visited the customs station as normal. Trying to bypass the customs station, whether on or off the Trail, would earn interdiction and redirection.
Very straightforward customs and trade setup, if you paid your entirely reasonable dues. The fee regimen was comparable to that of most governments, though less spastic and random. An additional, though still relatively modest, fee applied to ships of Republic registry. There would, of course, be smugglers; that was expected. The Rekalis had a good bit of sympathy for smugglers, hence the sanitized fee regimen. Though they were death on slavers, they didn't much care about spice or guns.
But that was just the customs fees. On the upside, the Clan waystation offered a wide variety of services -- refuelling, processing, manufacturing, hyperspace cannon shipping, recreation. Nothing on the order of a Silk Holdings or [member="Danger Arceneau"] trade station, so far as fuel and such went, but still, you know, pretty nice after a long haul.
On the Coreward waystation, sitting on an observation deck, Ember was pretty fething pleased.
