Keepin Corellia Weird
For a while after the events of the Republic's disastrous seizure of corporate assets, Ostanes had pondered what to do. Leviathan was being brought online, slowly and with great precision.. But already just as Akure, basic food raw and non processed food stuffs was being grown using their proprietary methods and techniques. But even such ventures, combining cutting-edge (if dull and low-class) research into new techniques for Alchemy and smart business practices and more, couldn't keep his focus from what had ultimately become the burning question of late.
It had started as a simple idea - Totalitarian regimes were great for business at first, if you could ingratiate yourself into the order and cut a firm swathe of territory out. But when they began seizing your assets for the Mother Land, it became another issue entirely. And so, the Sith had put his considerable intellect - that at least [member="Rave Merrill"] couldn't take from him no matter what she did- to the problem. Joining in behind [member="Danger Arceneau"] and the other heads of industry in the Galaxy was an obvious choice.
Though they might not know it, reacting as they did to the Republic would serve to destabilize the Galaxy as a whole. Even if the Republic was inept to the point of unforgivable sins. So his goal in joining was two-fold, really, playing the long game as he loved to. Immediately apparent would be an obvious Public Relations front by the persona he wore named Uriel... Providing raw, and eventually processed and enriched food-stuffs to the Galaxy at lower rates than anywhere else, helping rehome and retrain affected employees.
But the true point of his goal was to topple the tottering corpse of the rule upon the battered throne the Republic tried to vainly claim still. With their Arch-Rival gone, and as stagnant and decaying as they themselves were, the One Sith would stagger and loose direction and focus. Discontent would be sown, and the splintering would begun. It had already begun with those upstarts calling themselves 'The League of the Dark Pagonia' or whatever it was they were calling themselves this week.
And thus, a vacuum would form in the Galactic structure of power... He had his bets as to just who would step to fill the voids left in the strata of the Light and Dark... Particularly he cast eyes to the First Order and Galactic Alliance as the likely new kids on the block. Plans were forming for the First Order. Careful steps would be taken, double identities worn. Not for the first time, he was grateful for that cunning mask of Moridin's that would help keep him from being known as he played this game. But yes, plans were being made for the First Order...
As for the Alliance? The plan was much simpler.. Uriel wasn't known as a Force sensitive, or more importantly as a Sith, as Ostanes was. So he had ordered a scouring of the basement stores, and for production to begin once again. A minimal amount of probing had turned up who to direct the first overtures of friendship to, and so he had personally overseen the organization and packaging of the goods to be sent to the New Jedi Order members who had been pegged as those who would need the equipment...
It was all a part of the game, destabilize and help establish more favorable regimes. Rinse and repeat as needed. Right? Something troubled he as he looked at the two uplifted tu'kata guards who stood next to him. There time in heavy armor had been brief, both of them expressing distaste for the gear in usage, but admiration in it's capabilities.
And so, he had dressed them in simple tikuluni and terentatek leather, alchemized to retain properties and enhance durability. Each also wore a warden cloak, carried a basic, if finely crafted sith-sword, and whatever else they desired to execute their duty to see him protected. They were brothers... They had names, and personalities. Over the past few weeks, somehow in small ways, he had gotten to know them. At first out of boredom, then out of genuine curiosity... Just what was it that was happening?
"Doti... Asarsi... One of you check with the guards outside, have them make sure the escort patrol for our trade goods to the Galactic Alliance got on-board the transport ok. And have it confirmed that the escort contingent from our Fleet is ready."
Doti, the slightly slimmer and more wiry of the two, nodded and turned about smartly, an almost loping gate taking him to the door to speak with the others of his species about the questions and such his master had. These two in particular were his constant companions, and he had spared no expense in their training and education. To put it bluntly, he was not sure there were many who had the level of protection he did in this Galaxy.
Again, he smiled... In one crated rested a few dozen pairs of TerentAttack Cuffs for [member="Aela Talith"]. Sealed with a simple note reading:
"Aela-
I heard you and I have some mutually inclusive enemies on occasion.... See that a few of these find their way to your man [member="Jacen Voidstalker"]. If you need more, you know where to find me. Or your ATC representative should. If Master Voidstalker wishes, I have a more personal set of items to send along to him, which he may find quite useful, but would not want to send unless he had need of them. They include some of the spectacular Kusk Chwukkun contacts, a cloak of nunn, and anything else particularly useful in his exact line of work that my corporation can provide. Simply put, these are gifts. If you like them, tell your friends and associates where you got them from.
All the best-
Uriel
COO, Akue Executive Interstellar"
It had started as a simple idea - Totalitarian regimes were great for business at first, if you could ingratiate yourself into the order and cut a firm swathe of territory out. But when they began seizing your assets for the Mother Land, it became another issue entirely. And so, the Sith had put his considerable intellect - that at least [member="Rave Merrill"] couldn't take from him no matter what she did- to the problem. Joining in behind [member="Danger Arceneau"] and the other heads of industry in the Galaxy was an obvious choice.
Though they might not know it, reacting as they did to the Republic would serve to destabilize the Galaxy as a whole. Even if the Republic was inept to the point of unforgivable sins. So his goal in joining was two-fold, really, playing the long game as he loved to. Immediately apparent would be an obvious Public Relations front by the persona he wore named Uriel... Providing raw, and eventually processed and enriched food-stuffs to the Galaxy at lower rates than anywhere else, helping rehome and retrain affected employees.
But the true point of his goal was to topple the tottering corpse of the rule upon the battered throne the Republic tried to vainly claim still. With their Arch-Rival gone, and as stagnant and decaying as they themselves were, the One Sith would stagger and loose direction and focus. Discontent would be sown, and the splintering would begun. It had already begun with those upstarts calling themselves 'The League of the Dark Pagonia' or whatever it was they were calling themselves this week.
And thus, a vacuum would form in the Galactic structure of power... He had his bets as to just who would step to fill the voids left in the strata of the Light and Dark... Particularly he cast eyes to the First Order and Galactic Alliance as the likely new kids on the block. Plans were forming for the First Order. Careful steps would be taken, double identities worn. Not for the first time, he was grateful for that cunning mask of Moridin's that would help keep him from being known as he played this game. But yes, plans were being made for the First Order...
As for the Alliance? The plan was much simpler.. Uriel wasn't known as a Force sensitive, or more importantly as a Sith, as Ostanes was. So he had ordered a scouring of the basement stores, and for production to begin once again. A minimal amount of probing had turned up who to direct the first overtures of friendship to, and so he had personally overseen the organization and packaging of the goods to be sent to the New Jedi Order members who had been pegged as those who would need the equipment...
It was all a part of the game, destabilize and help establish more favorable regimes. Rinse and repeat as needed. Right? Something troubled he as he looked at the two uplifted tu'kata guards who stood next to him. There time in heavy armor had been brief, both of them expressing distaste for the gear in usage, but admiration in it's capabilities.
And so, he had dressed them in simple tikuluni and terentatek leather, alchemized to retain properties and enhance durability. Each also wore a warden cloak, carried a basic, if finely crafted sith-sword, and whatever else they desired to execute their duty to see him protected. They were brothers... They had names, and personalities. Over the past few weeks, somehow in small ways, he had gotten to know them. At first out of boredom, then out of genuine curiosity... Just what was it that was happening?
"Doti... Asarsi... One of you check with the guards outside, have them make sure the escort patrol for our trade goods to the Galactic Alliance got on-board the transport ok. And have it confirmed that the escort contingent from our Fleet is ready."
Doti, the slightly slimmer and more wiry of the two, nodded and turned about smartly, an almost loping gate taking him to the door to speak with the others of his species about the questions and such his master had. These two in particular were his constant companions, and he had spared no expense in their training and education. To put it bluntly, he was not sure there were many who had the level of protection he did in this Galaxy.
Again, he smiled... In one crated rested a few dozen pairs of TerentAttack Cuffs for [member="Aela Talith"]. Sealed with a simple note reading:
"Aela-
I heard you and I have some mutually inclusive enemies on occasion.... See that a few of these find their way to your man [member="Jacen Voidstalker"]. If you need more, you know where to find me. Or your ATC representative should. If Master Voidstalker wishes, I have a more personal set of items to send along to him, which he may find quite useful, but would not want to send unless he had need of them. They include some of the spectacular Kusk Chwukkun contacts, a cloak of nunn, and anything else particularly useful in his exact line of work that my corporation can provide. Simply put, these are gifts. If you like them, tell your friends and associates where you got them from.
All the best-
Uriel
COO, Akue Executive Interstellar"