Faction [DIA] Money Talks

[Brayden Hodes]

THE DIARCHY TODAY

• Diarchy News Network •

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Reports of an unauthorized military-grade stimulant within civilian sectors.

LIVE: BREAKING NEWS

With Brayden Hodes - Journalist for the Diarchy

In the early hours of the day, Diarchal enforcement officials confirmed the discovery of an unauthorized military-grade stimulant circulating within several civilian sectors of Bastion and two neighboring systems.

The substance, identified as an enhancement compound developed for war, is now being sought out by DISF and Legionnaire cohorts in the capital and nearby. Its appearance within civilian trade channels is under active investigation.

Preliminary reports indicate limited but concerning exposure among underworld distribution networks. Civilian safety advisories have been issued effective immediately.

A reward of 2.5k UC for anyone who brings in a vial of this substance to local authorities has been approved along with amnesties for the vial. Anyone seen having one past a curfew of midnight tonight will be subject to the law.

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OBJECTIVE I: CIVIL PROTECTION & CONTAINMENT INITIATIVE

This objective encompasses all operational measures designed to remove the substance from circulation and protect Diarchal citizens.
Components include:

• Intelligence Review– The Network is conducting a comprehensive audit of distribution channels to determine how controlled materials entered criminal trade networks. - Soft leads are in the work that must be sought out.
• Joint Enforcement Operations – Diarchal Security Forces have been deployed in support of local law enforcement to conduct targeted searches, seize illegal stockpiles, and dismantle trafficking routes. - Your handlers in the network are putting you where you need to be.
• Medical & Research Response – Confiscated samples are being analyzed by Diarchal research teams to neutralize harmful properties and assess potential therapeutic applications under lawful supervision. - Any civilians harmed in the instance are under care from professional and volunteer alike.

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OBJECTIVE II: INDUSTRIAL & LEGISLATIVE OVERSIGHT REVIEW

In parallel with containment efforts, the Diarchal Assembly has convened a formal review of restricted manufacturing protocols and distribution safeguards.

Participants include:

• Lawmakers and regulatory officials
• Defense procurement oversight committees
• Authorized industrial partners
• Corporate representatives

The objective is to reinforce accountability standards, strengthen safeguards, and ensure that restricted technologies remain firmly within controlled channels.

The Diarchy remains committed to maintaining a balance between innovation, industry, and public safety.

The Diarchy’s legislature is in your hands! What is decided here will be a linkable thread in the Diarchy’s lore timeline. Referenced and used in future stories. Shape the lore in real time, have fun!

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[Judah Dashiell]

OBJECTIVE II

Judah filed into the assembly room, moving silently until he found his spot. He was a little behind, many already in their seats and talking among themselves. Oceanic gaze searched for any other corporations - at the very least he would expect PharmaTech and Danger Arceneau or Myra herself to be present, given the subject matter.

While he had no stake in pharmaceuticals, he did want to see what the Diarchy had to say about corporations. This was a test. A test to see what limits the government could place on corporations within their borders. Judah suspected a crack down - this thing was affecting citizens and thus readiness for anything to threaten the border.

Last politician he met with had blown up, quite literally, and he was a little wary to interact with too many Senators or Ambassadors on a one-on-one basis. Not that the High Republic had knocked on his door. He was beginning to think they were either building a case against him or they simply didn't care about Senator Monaray Dod and were all talk, no investigation.

Not that he was guilty. Judah merely found it odd no one had even called to ask any questions.

Pushing that out of his mind, he came back to the present, ready to see what restrictions or laws the Diarchy had already been discussing behind closed doors.

 

[Morta Izanami]

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Comfortable Liar - by Chevelle

OBJECTIVE I: CIVIL PROTECTION & CONTAINMENT INITIATIVE​

Objective: Joint Enforcement Operations

The morning air was thick with mist, curling around the buildings and street kiosks as Morta walked with measured grace, Macha padding silently beside her, a shadow of fur and muscle. The Security Forces Team had gathered near the edge of the market district, tense and alert, eyes scanning the nearby alleys and shuttered warehouses.

"We have arrived to lend our hands to yer cause, sure enough," her voice rang out in her thick brogue, eyes glinting with sharp intelligence. "To help ye search, seize the hidden stockpiles, and tear apart the traffickers' threads from root to tip. Between Macha and me, ye'll have no fear o' the dark corners left unchecked." Macha's low growl rumbled through the morning mist, a subtle but clear signal that she understood every word.

The Head Security Officer's jaw tightened as he took a cautious step forward, hand raised to halt her. "You can't bring that, that, that thing with you," he said, nodding toward Macha, a mixture of incredulity and unease in his voice. Morta's lips quirked into a faint, wry smile, her gaze never leaving his. "Ah, but she's no mere beast, is she?" she said lightly, her tone cadence curling warmly through the tension.

Macha's great frame shifted with a fluidity that belied her size, stepping backward into the tangle of vehicles, crates, and stacked supply cases in preparation of the forthcoming raids. Her massive paws made scarcely a sound as she slid into shadows and her environmental surroundings, a subtle shimmer of camouflage weaving around her; hiding her presence as if the very air conspired to cloak her. One moment she was there, solid and unmistakable; the next, she had vanished into a ripple of concealment.

The Security Forces Team froze, mouths agape, eyes wide, and then, as the truth sank in, a collective gasp erupted, followed by laughter mingled with astonishment; laughter that rang both incredulous and wholly enchanted.

Morta stepped forward, her eyes sparkling with mischief, and slightly gave a mocking curtsy toward the flustered Head Security Officer, a wry smile tugging at her lips. "Not to be pointin' out the obvious, dear sir," she said, voice warm and teasing, "but it appears that Macha has charmed yer lads entirely. So tell me now, are we ready to go treasure huntin', or do ye need a moment to recover yer senses first?"

 

[Aknoby]

OBJECTIVE ONE

The young soldier was having fun, chasing what appeared to be smugglers. He had already jumped over fences and walls behind him, and now he was running across rooftops. At opportune moments, his Basilisk Sttomper would appear, flying to block any escape routes. The idea was not for Aknoby to arrest them, but to take them to where the officers were waiting and only intervene if force was necessary.

He smiled under his helmet and even gave the smugglers some distance when they climbed onto a higher roof. The young half-chiss smiled and counted 10 seconds, then used a Force Jump to reach them. The smugglers cursed and screamed as they ran again.

 

[Trace Xyston]

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Spoiler: Equipment

Main weapon: LO-44 MKII.
Secondary weapon: LO-12S
Tertiary weapon: LO-10M
Armor: LO-62C
Utilities: grappling hook 2x gas grenade 2x thermal detonators

OBJ 1

In all honesty, Trace didn't mind clearing out this warehouse. He knew the others on his squad felt the Commandos should be used for more dangerous missions, but the Twi'lek had heard the Diarchal Security Forces were swarming all over the planet to find these stores of narcotics, and volunteered several of his squads to aid them so they could at least use some of their resources for the ordinary tasks. Besides, it wasn't like the Commandos were actively doing anything else. And Trace decided his men might need a more low stress mission after Yaga Minor and what-not. He looked out for the health of his men, both physical and mental. Though it went without saying that the men in his ranks had nearly unshakeable minds.

The gunship approached the roof of a small private home, only two stories. The Network had reason to suspect that this was a hotspot for narcotics activity, most likely a distribution place. It was unassuming on the outside, but Trace knew not to judge by appearances. The Director turned back to his squad as it neared the drop spot. He produced a holoprojector from one of his many vest pockets, showing an image of the house's layout. "I do not doubt that the criminals inside have heard of the Diarchy's move to capture this illegal material. Expect them to be armed and dangerous. Be prepared for the possibility of noncombatant innocents inside; this isn't like our normal ops. Not everyone is the enemy. Trigger discipline will be key here," he said, glancing out the open side of the transport. The gunship would be above the roof shortly.

"We need to move quickly. If these people are desperate not to get caught, they may try to start destroying the evidence. This isn't a stealth op. We breach quickly and seize the evidence before they can do away with it. Questions?"

Only the whine of the repulsorlifts replied. He nodded, grabbed the rope, and threw it out of the transport. "You're good to go," the pilot reported with a hint of eagerness.

Trace stepped out of the vehicle, feeling the familiar friction on his gloves as he rappelled onto the roof. He didn't spend too much time on his feet, latching a hook onto the edge of the roof and rappelling on the wall. Most of the wall was made of glass, the idea being a beautiful view of the sunset for the homeowners. It didn't offer much defense against a breaching Commando. The glass shattered beneath him as he swung into it feet first. Rhomma followed shortly after, along with the last three.

The room was empty. A king sized bed was against one wall, sheets rumpled messily as if someone got up in a hurry. A closet door was wide open, clothes thrown on haphazardly. There was only one way forward, a door into a hallway leading downstairs.

 

[Dante Phantomhive]

OBJECTIVE ONE : Intelligence

Money makes people talk, which is one of the things Dante was taught in his position as duke and as an intelligence agent for the Diarchy, so putting his network of contacts to work could have been considered expensive by people from lower social classes, but the income from managing the Diarchy's entertainment and all the fortune he inherited made it seem like nothing to him.

He also sought out other information, going to gentlemen's clubs for small parties of the aristocracy and upper bourgeoisie, trying to eavesdrop on conversations and taking advantage of the fact that his young age meant he was ignored in these places. He was now sipping tea at one of these boring parties.

 

[Morta Izanami]

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Comfortable Liar - by Chevelle

OBJECTIVE I: CIVIL PROTECTION & CONTAINMENT INITIATIVE​

Objective: Joint Enforcement Operations

They moved through the back alleys as though descending a vein in some slumbering beast, Morta at the fore with Macha's vast, deliberate tread echoing low against the duracrete buildings. The Security Forces Team followed in disciplined silence, their boots striking damp pavement now slick with a rainy sheen that caught the jaundiced glow of mounted faltering side streetlights. Windows above them gaped like sightless sockets, and the air bore a cloying tang, petrichor and metallic, that seemed to cling to the throat with insinuating persistence.

At last, they came upon the warehouse, its corrugated doors yawning half-open in mute surrender. Yet within they found no bustling operation, no clandestine chemists at fevered labor, only scattered clues; a massive chemistry apparatus along with side addition tables dusted with crystalline residue, instruments abandoned mid-task, and a handful of empty shipping crates stamped with falsified consignments, their hollowness more accusatory than any confession.

In the far corner lay a single corpse, twisted as though it had attempted to recoil from some invisible horror. She approached without haste, kneeling beside the body while Macha lingered close, her breath a slow, cavernous rumble in the dimness. The dead one's skin bore a pallor not natural to peaceful passing; it had taken on a mottled cast, veins darkened and lips tinged with a sullen, unnatural hue.

There were bruises about the arms; deep, finger-shaped contusions as if gripped by frantic hands, and the fingernails were broken, ragged with the evidence of desperate struggle. Worst of all was the expression; a death scowl frozen upon the face, eyes wide in mute protest against whatever final revelation had seized them.

She rose slowly, her gaze lingering as though she read in flesh what others might seek in medical journals and tablets. Turning to the Head Security Officer, she spoke in low hushed tones that carried both gravity and a faint, disquieting lilt. "More's to pity. It appears this poor soul met a violent end, so it does; judging by the bruises on the arms, the broken nails, and that grim scowl clingin' fast to the face." Her eyes flicked toward the abandoned instruments and the crystalline traces upon the bench. "Mayhap this stimulant isn't what it claims to be, or mayhap it's not meant for just anyone to use."

 

[Jynra Dusk]

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⟡ Money Talks - Objective I ⟡

The streets of Bastion

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Jynra always moved with caution out on the streets. Hidden in the shadows, keeping out of line of sight from surveillance cameras, covering her hair and face under a dark hood to contain her identity. Today, she was "X".

It was time to move some more product. An order had come in overnight, fast tracked for immediate delivery. Saren had asked her where she was heading as she rushed out the door with her usual briefcase in arm, but she had brushed past him without responding. Something that was sure to infuriate her elder brother. Just the way she liked it.

It was her belief that he had no involvement with the underground aspect of the Dusk Corporation. Leading the syndicate appeared to be her responsibility, and she revelled in it. For once there was a clear understanding of which of the children would inherit something from their father. If she couldn't have the company, at least she would have the syndicate.

Money flowed through the syndicate in their underground arms dealings with other wealthy families, but Jynra took more pleasure in the little things. The little things like her brand new revival stim she had just developed for the Diarchy Armed Forces. Her chemical concoction was her masterpiece. Her magnum opus! And she wanted the world to have it. But the Diarchy had strict guidelines on what was acceptable to be distributed among citizens, and "military-grade chemical revival stims" was not one of them. So she derived a more... pleasurable... version of the same stimulant. One that would appeal to the masses. One that would sell easily on the streets. One that would blend in with any other narcotic substance without drawing attention to her work at the corporation.

Taking care to walk an unpredictable route, she made her way to the drop location. The way she worked these drops was simple. She would inform her buyer of a drop timeframe, usually within a 3 hour range, but sometimes she would quote a longer period if she had further to travel. Then she would map her route and find the perfect drop location. Somewhere inconspicuous and out of the way. Once she had made her drop and left the area, she would wait another half hour before contacting the buyer with the location for collection. This was her way of ensuring she would never be caught handing over the product to the people receiving it. Risk free.

This time, Jynra made her drop in a darkened alleyway. On her way out of the area, her commlink buzzed. "Yes?" She hissed into the receiver sharply. How dare someone try to contact her while on a mission!

What she wasn't expecting was for it to be her brother on the other end. "Oh, hey bro." Calmy spoken this time, attempting to shrug off her attitude, she pulled off her hood while she talked and walked. If she was talking with her brother, observers would know who she really was anyway. It was better to show her face when communicating with him to avoid suspicion.

"What's up?"

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TAGS: Open, Saren Dusk

Spoiler: Personal Inventory

2x BRX-9 "Veilrunner" Revival Stims
1x VRS-9 "Revenant" Revival Stim
Personal sidearm: Kyber-Enhanced Modular Pistol (KEMP-1)

 

[Saren Dusk]

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Objective Two - INDUSTRIAL & LEGISLATIVE OVERSIGHT REVIEW
No regulation without representation!
Tags: Judah Dashiell Diarch Reign Diarch Rellik
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Saren smiled faintly when she answered, the sound of her voice smoothing something in him rather than aggravating it.

"I wondered how long it would take you to slow down this morning," he said, tone easy. "You moved past like it was urgent. Something I should know more about?"

Traffic murmured in the background on his end before fading as his vehicle came to a gradual stop.

"How is your day treating you anyway sssister?"

Through the tinted glass, Bastion looked different than it had even a week ago. Patrol craft traced tighter routes between towers. Checkpoints had appeared along two of the main thoroughfares leading toward the lower districts. Security presence had a way of changing the air in a city. Even the wealthy felt it.

"There's quite a bit of activity downtown," he continued casually. "Enforcement everywhere. The Assembly is already restless. Such posh pushovers."

The door of his speeder lifted with a soft hydraulic sigh. He stepped out onto polished stone, adjusting his cuffs as a pair of Legionnaires stood watch near the entrance.

"I'm heading in now. going on behalf of the Dusk Corporation to sit in while they discuss regulatory safeguards. Manufacturing oversight. Distribution." His voice remained smooth, thoughtful. "I will call when I am out... Take Care."

He began toward the Assembly doors, nodding politely to a security officer.

The doors opened as he stepped inside, the low hum of political voices washing over him. Corporate representatives were already seated, legislators gathering in quiet clusters. He adjusted his jacket once more and moved toward what appeared to be other wealthy individuals. Leaning further away from the politicians themselves. His stance would come from "Transparency."

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[Diarch Rellik]

Objective Two - INDUSTRIAL & LEGISLATIVE OVERSIGHT REVIEW​

There were two chairs reserved for the Diarchs within the assembly. Rellik was in his more traditional tan tunic with no cloak or anything else. Trying to look as much like a normal person as he possibly could. His reputation was not in the best circumstances with most present. As the people naturally filtered in and the room settled he rose and pressed a button present before all within the hall. Appearing in the center was a holo projection of the Diarch with an amplified voice.

"We're here today to discuss the limitations of stims in Diarchy space and the laws legal authority when these limitations have been broken. Before this discussion drifts in the wrong direction, let's clarify something. Stimulants are not new, and they are not inherently unlawful. Regulated enhancement compounds are used across the galaxy every day. Hunters rely on strength enhancers in extreme terrain. Construction crews use adrenal boosts during hazardous lifts. Emergency responders carry recovery stims as standard issue. Civilian access to approved variants is neither rare nor controversial."

There was no change in his voice. If anything it was very calm and deliberate.

"What concerns us is not the existence of stimulants. It is the escalation of potency and the absence of oversight when these things move outside their intended use. Compounds developed for battlefields or intense medical care can be manipulated for drug use and illegal/terroristic operations."

A soft cough. A slight hick up. As he looked out at all of the people he was responsible for he actually felt a moment of reflection.

"It is for that reason we look to you all. We trust you all as leaders in business, leaders of your people, and as a voice for the many. Take a moment to think about the impact these enhancers can have in all aspects of our lives. Health and safety, import/export, productivity, war uses, and anything else you may think of. This is to be an open discussion and by the end hopefully we have a consensus on what will be law. Lastly, we must come to terms on a fair and just course of action for these matters. Currently the state has taken full authority. Allowing no knock or warrant raids on suspected peoples, businesses, and planetary agencies. With an intensive search probed through our Lilaste allies working with DISF and Network security. Currently this is an issue that must be addressed. We will hold the right to protect the public but we wish to work in tandem with corporations and government alike."

With a soft motion of his arms he swayed in a show requesting others to join him in voice. To help guide these interesting times together.

"Thank you for your time and voice. The buttons near you will activate on a first come first serve basis. Be cordial."

With that he faded back to his chair calmly through the beginning of raised voices.

Saren Dusk Judah Dashiell

 

[Laphisto]

OBJECTIVE II​

Laphisto stood within the assembly chamber, his posture rigid and composed, arms folded neatly behind his back. His heterochromatic gaze remained fixed on Diarch Rellik as the Diarch addressed the gathered officials.

When Rellik concluded, Laphisto allowed a deliberate silence to settle across the chamber. He gave space for dissent, for questions, for the restless murmur of those who might challenge the assertion. None came that demanded immediate response. Only then did he reach forward and press the activation panel on his podium. and spoke

"Our Diarch makes a strong and necessary point. Unregulated stimulants are not merely a health concern. They are a destabilizing force. When produced and distributed by criminal elements, they are rarely what they claim to be. They are diluted, corrupted, and often laced with addictive agents designed not for enhancement, but for dependency. That is not commerce. That is exploitation. The Lilaste Order is actively working alongside local law enforcement agencies to remove these contaminated stims from circulation. Raids have already dismantled several distribution nodes.

"What we have recovered confirms the danger. These compounds are chemically unstable in many cases and intentionally engineered in others to create repeat customers rather than measurable benefit. However the data also reveals something else. There is demand. A consistent, measurable market for performance-enhancing compounds among civilian labor sectors, security contractors, and even frontier medical facilities."

Laphisto paused for a moment and pressed a button on his podium which projected the Lilaste order findings of the stims already collected.

"The issue, then, is not the existence of stimulants. It is their regulation, composition, and purpose. When refined under controlled conditions, stripped of addictive additives, and subjected to proper medical oversight, certain stimulant compounds can provide legitimate utility. Increased endurance for disaster response teams. Heightened focus for emergency medical surgeons in prolonged operations. Controlled metabolic acceleration for critical battlefield triage. But that requires oversight. Licensing. Strict dosage controls. Traceable distribution channels. Anything less invites the same criminal cycle we are attempting to dismantle."

He rested his hands lightly on the podium. his taloned fingers tapped against the Durasteel as he spoke. The last time his name was even mentioned in this chamber was when Lord Mettallum accused him of treason. shaking his head, he brushed the thought away for now before continuing

"We should not ignore market realities. Nor should we surrender them to criminals. If there is lawful application, then it must be lawful, regulated, and designed to serve the people rather than enslave them. The alternative is to pretend demand does not exist. And history has shown us precisely how effective that approach is. The Lilaste Order stands ready to assist in drafting regulatory frameworks, enforcing distribution controls, and ensuring that if such compounds exist within our territories, they do so under discipline and transparency, not shadow and addiction."

Diarch Rellik Judah Dashiell Saren Dusk