Faction Frontier Liberation: The Show Must Go On || The Confederacy

[Vemric Keldra]

FRONTIER LIBERATION: A DIFFERENT THREAT

The Galaxy was in turmoil.

Refugees stream from the Core and Inner Rim as the Empire still blights their worlds and as the Mandalorians continue to raid indiscriminately, sparing very little, if anything at all. Violent riots erupt in the jeweled heart of the Galactic Alliance. Even the Sith are encroaching fast on the Southern Systems with its subjugation of free Rimward worlds.

Here in Wild Space, a zealous religious order vehemently opposes progress and stability. Despite the infiltration and silent eradication of some of the Maelstrom Brotherhood by covert Confederate Armed Forces, the Osyronites continue their attack, even targeting trade freighters leaving Confederate Worlds. It is paramount for the Confederacy to strengthen itself in various ways in order to continue bringing stability.

However, external troubles are not our only threat. Reports had come in from Scarif, bearing some concerning news....

In order to continue progress on member worlds and strengthening the Confederacy, solutions must be sought by the political and economic leaders of the State.

A suggested bill on energy advancement has been submitted to the office of the Speaker by a member of the Corporate Council and has been approved to be put forth to the rest of Parliament for deliberation.

Would this bill aid in strengthening the Confederacy in order to stay stalwart in the face of corruption, tyranny and stagnation or will it divide a nation?

Despite continuous skirmishes with the Maelstrom Brotherhood, the Confederacy's worlds aren't spared from their own internal issues.

Troubling reports have been received by Confederate Intelligence from Scarif. From the supposedly cleared and derelict Camp Phoenix in the rural area outside New Lesu city, strange noises have been heard...

With fear still ripe in Scarifian minds of the plague that had ravaged the planet only a decade prior, no one dared to investigate the sudden signs of some activity in the derelict bunker. A request for Confederate Military aid has been made - panicked plea to investigate the disturbance within the corpse that had unleashed so much horror.

Armed Forces are dispatched to learn what they can and eradicate what needs to be eradicated. But be careful...the things that go bump in the night of that bunker may very well be the last thing you see. And whatever you do, don't let whatever is in there, out...

Y'all know what to do. Go ham and enjoy.​

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[Vemric Keldra]

KELDRA
CONGRESS CHAMBERS | ROTHANA
TAG: Open

SUMMER​

The Hapan wedding had turned into a disaster.

Things were spiraling out of control within the cluster and it might expand beyond it if the Alliance isn't careful. All Vemric could ensure, however, is that the member worlds of the Confederacy remained united in the face of all the turmoil in this Galaxy.

The Sephi swept into the Congressional Chambers, for a change deciding to attend a Sitting himself instead of letting Xazzex Xivar handle it on her own. Not that she wasn't capable. He just figured he had to do this job too sometimes.

His icy gaze scanned the Chamber for a second before he took his seat behind the podium. Some were still filtering in, so Vemric gave them all a chance to settle in before he would open the Session.

In the meantime, his mind wandered to the unrest in the Hapes Cluster. The assassination of the Prince and his bride had a full scale clash between the Monarchy and its loyalists set in its ways and those that demand progress. If a situation like that could happen on a world like Hapes, how long before that wildfire spreads to other systems? How long before that puts strain on trade and economy as well? As if the Empire's iron fist and the Mandalorians' hatred for all wasn't enough. Some member worlds of the Confederacy already had to map out new routes in order to get their products sold within the rest of the Galaxy.

He was responsible for these people, despite their independence. Their overall safety and prosperity somehow rested on his shoulders. He had to ensure that solutions could be agreed upon to establish progress in the form of economy, infrastructure and so much more. If the Confederacy can become completely self sufficient, it could weather the storm that the Galaxy threw at it.

Or so one could hope.

He glanced at the room again from behind the podium. He would soon be able to call the Session to order.
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[Tertius C. Nargath]

PARLIAMENT FLOOR| ROTHANA
TAGS: OPEN​

Ambition had always been part of the N&Z and by extension the House of Nargath, but over the past few months, the family had been striding from strength to strength, managing to become contributors to several major factions in the wider galaxy, and even when two of those factions stood on the brink of collission with one another, the N&Z had yet another faction in its sights as a potential market to be serviced and supplied. With every passing day, the N&Z Umbrella Corporation became more efficient and more capable than it had ever been before. There were some hiccups, but for now the company seemed to be on a track of absolute progress, absolute profit and more importantly: absolute growth, showing that Tertius' reforms and restructuring had been effective to say the least.

Still, here the Marquis of Valkan, the chairman of the board of directors was looking at a still empty parliament, holding his datapad in his hand as he looked over the empty grand hall, the seat of the president and the speaker visible in the distance. He could see how slowly the people started to filter in, for once the Marquis felt a hint of nervosity, something which was somewhat odd for him. After all, so far he had been staring into the barrel of blasters, at the pointy ends of vibroblades and even lightsabers, but to try and defend his proposal as given to the speaker of the corporate council. In a way, the marquis was fairly certain that as the main adressee of this proposal, the self-centered elements within the parliament would have a field day, not to mention that most likely those under the sway or in the purse of the Trade Federation would vehemently oppose the plan, despite the fact it does not encroach upon their industrial domain.

"Amalia, is the Confederacy expecting a full house today?" The marquis turned to his personal assistant, who dressed as some sort of military officer, always gave a much more stern and straightforward image than he himself would have given her. Yet Amalia was a rock he could lean on, a dependable workhorse in a cutthroat world of corporate intrigue and espionage.

"Looks like it will at least be a bussy one," It wasn't a direct answer to his question, but Tertius knew his assistant well enough to understand that she did mean it wouldn't be a slow day or a day with little hassle. The parliament of the Confederacy would probably show its 'lively' nature once again.

"Let's keep an eye on the preceedings," Nodding calmly to any who passed by him, the Marquis looked at the bullit points on his datapad again, rummaging through the messages he was getting in regards to the peacetalks on Bastion between the Diarchy and the Empire of the Lost. It hit the eriaduan noble that unlike the Sith, the Confederacy truly had no stake in that war, so maybe it might be useful to try and get a hold of the President himself later on for a meeting in regard to the situation near the mid rim. For now though, it was best for the Marquis to wait until the Parliament was finally declared open...

 

[Na-Nihilus Soth]

Na-Nihilus Soth
Sovereign-Class Assault Cruiser Fist of Yag'Dhul | In Orbit of Scarif
TAG: Open!
GEAR: Admiral's Tunic and Trousers, Type 59 Service Pistol

The Blockade Snaps Shut

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"Admiral, you have put us in an impossible position!"

"The blockade is a temporary measure. Ground teams are already on route-"

"Not good enough!"

The blue hologram of the Scarif's trade minister slammed his fist onto what must have been his desk. When disturbing reports first filtered of a threat long thought exterminated, Soth wasted little time in taking appropriate measures to ensure the safety of the Confederacy. He was not entirely concerned by the threat of the disease that once threatened to consume Scarif, believing the reports of disturbance in the long abandoned bunker complex that housed the plague to be little more than the result of overreactive imaginations.

But mathematically, there was a chance the reports were true. That was enough for the Third Fleet to be dispatched to Scarif's orbit along with a sizeable military compliment.

"You forget yourself. We are here at your request and I have taken steps to ensure proper quarantine is enforced should the reports prove to be fact."

"But the suspension of all travel is a bit of an overreaction, the disruption of trade is a clear violation-"

"A violation that you may protest in Congressional session after the crisis is resolved. Do not interfere with army or naval operations and the blockade will end within three rotations at most."

"Three!-"

Soth terminated the hologram, sinking back into his command throne as he calmed himself.

"Politics. How tiresome."

Though surrounded by the bridge crew and a tactical droid, he was speaking to no one in particular. It was little more than a momentary bought of frustration before he returned to his duties. While it was true he did possess the authority to ensure plague did not spread off world, Soth could only get away with so much before Rothana would intervene. Should the threat be genuine, Confederate forces would have to move quickly to quell it. Should the plague spread off world, who knows how many systems might suffer before its spread can be halted, if it can be stopped at all. While the blockade was in place, all traffic attempting to enter or leave the system was effectively prevented, but that did not mean it was impossible to slip past the turbolasers of the capital ships.

“I want fighters on constant patrol duty, droid fighters, as well as organic, to be placed on high alert should any ship choose to bypass the blockade.”

“Yes, Admiral”

The replay came from TX-23, the tactical droid that ran bridge operations and the chief advisor of the Givin Admiral.

"Sir, should ground forces fail to contain the possible threat, what is our contingency?"

"We will employ the most drastic of measures. For the sake of the Confederacy, we must ensure that nothing escapes off-world."

While vague about what these drastic measures actually were, Soth was fully aware of what he might have to do. Orbital bombardment was a monstrous thing, to turn entire worlds into little more than superheated glass. But Soth was a Givin, a mathematical people by nature. When weighing the deaths on Scarif with the possible deaths that would come from a full-fledged outbreak, the choice to annihilate Scarif's surface was made far more simple. But that was only to be done should all other methods fail.

"For the time being, keep in contact with ground teams. Whatever they need, the navy shall provide."

 

[Judah Dashiell]

ROTHANA

Settling into his seat, Judah sighed, unbuttoning his suit jacket. Life had been busy - insanely so. He had no say in decision making but much like when he sat in on Senate proceedings, it was to report back to his company and the Corporate Interest Guild. A way to keep an eye on anything that could affect commerce.

Today it had a dual purpose ; a break.

Judah was looking forward to a long, boring, dull conversation about trade routes or the refugee crisis or supply chain disruptions. After the Hapan Wedding disaster he needed it. Poor Liin "Tera" Terallo was probably the most traumatized out of the two of them - he had seen and experienced war before as a young man. A regular blood bath. Here he had been hoping for a networking event.

Settling back into his chair, he relaxed a little. He had been busy running his own company and overseeing his son's while the other was on paternity leave. Maybe he could get some relaxation in.

If everyone decided to behave and not start stabbing of course.

 

[Zesh Harko]

HARKO
New Lesu Airspace | Scarif
TAGS: Open
GEAR: Tactical Suit

LISTENING​

The low hum of thrusters and the rumble of turbulence filled the dimly lit cargo bay of a vanguard-class gunship as it streaked across the twilight Scarif sky. Hazy tones of pink and blue glinted across the horizon as daybreak approached. Harko couldn’t see it. There were no windows in the cargo bay. His eyes were closed. Breath steady. He had remained in a state of meditation since take off.

“Exiting New Lesu airspace. Approaching AO. Two minutes to drop off,” the captain’s voice crackled over the comms.

“Commencing internal depressurization,” the voice of an engineer responded on the frequency. “Equipment check.”

A helmeted Hellion PMC airman stepped across the cargo bay to where Harko was seated. He roughly checked the systems on the hover-ejector strapped to Harko’s back.

“Equipment: Green,” the airman spoke into the commlink before turning to Harko personally, “put on your helmet.”

Harko didn’t reply. He didn’t even look at the man. He simply lifted the helmet and placed it over his own head, pulling it down tight and pressing a button near his temple to activate the electronics. A heads-up display flashed to life inside the visor, showing readouts of temperature, distance, and orientation.

The airman walked back over to the other side of the bay where another airman was busy tapping on the screen of a datapad. They didn’t speak over the communication frequency but Harko’s helmet microphones picked up their conversation.

“Does this nerf herder know where he’s going?” the first airman asked.

“What’s up?” his crewmate replied.

“Who is this guy?”

“Beats me. CO said it was classified. Need-to-know only.”

“Some Trade Fed suit looking for thrills?”

“Does he look like a suit to you?”

“I guess not, but he’s unarmed. Situation on the ground is supposed to be hairy. Could be dangerous.”

“Since when do you ask so many questions? You trying to get demoted or something?”

Their conversation was interrupted by a light mounted above the cargo bay’s main loading ramp changing from green to a bright yellow.

“Depressurization complete,” the engineer spoke on comms.

“Thirty seconds to drop off. Opening rear hatch,” the captain’s voice responded. The yellow light in the bay changed to flashing red as the ramp’s pneumatic pistons hissed. The heavy metallic door groaned open allowing light to pour in along with roaring air and engine noise.

“Stand up,” the first airman ordered Harko, “you ready?” Harko nodded in confirmation and turned to face the opening when the airman grabbed his arm.

“Wait,” he pulled his sidearm from its holster and handed it to Harko, “don’t get yourself killed down there.”

Harko’s helmeted face nodded again. He tucked the blaster pistol into the back of his beltline underneath his long black jacket. The coat tails fluttered in the rushing wind as he stepped out onto the extended ramp.

“Ten seconds to drop off. Stand by,” the captain’s voice came through inside Harko’s helmet. He stepped further down the ramp, he could feel the heat from the ship’s thrusters. He struggled to keep his footing as hard gusts of air fought to throw him off.

“Status: Green,” the airman’s voice responded.

“Prepare for dropoff. Countdown,” the captain continued, “five…four…three…two…one. Dropoff.” Harko took a final step and leapt from the ramp. He spread his arms out to the sides and felt a moment of weightlessness before gravity took hold.

Digits indicating his altitude rapidly changed on his HUD as he descended at free fall speed. The helmet’s sonic suppressor blocked most of the noise but he could still hear the faint hissing of wind. The air pressure against his body was intense.

He looked out to see the first sliver of yellow sunlight peaking over the horizon, casting a shimmer across the cerulean tropical sea. Long shadows of towering palm trees fell softly on the beach. It was breathtaking.

He flattened his body to slow his descent before throwing his feet forward to go upright and activating his hover-ejector pack. Two compact cylindrical repulsors on thick metallic arms sprang out to his sides. The lift cluster inside the cones hummed loudly as they fought against the downward momentum. His speed slowed as he neared the surface. The power of the repulsors flattened the blades of grass beneath him until his feet touched down.

Harko unstrapped himself. He tapped the pistol on his waist, checking it hadn’t come loose; silently thanking the airman for his generosity. Harko hadn’t intended on seeing combat. He had only planned to conduct up-close reconnaissance, following up on reports from the first intel team, but there was no telling what lied in wait.

From this point he would be on foot, traveling overland to reach the threat center. He pulled a hand-sized magnetic patch from his pocket and placed it on the black armor plate extending over his right shoulder. The violet hex symbol of the Confederacy. An indicator to CAF personnel that he was a friendly. Harko clicked a button on the side of his helmet to activate the field recorder and an open communication line to anyone on encrypted Confederate channels.

“This is Harko. Commencing Mission.”​

 

[Sentapoth Findos]

/:/ Tag: Vemric Keldra Judah Dashiell Tertius C. Nargath

Sentapoth traversed the corridor with a somber and heavy demeanor, contemplating the profound fear that had engulfed him on the day of the Hapan Royal Wedding which had later been proven to be correct as the ceremony had been turned on its head by the arrival of the Crimson Veil.

A terrorist organization who struck a terrible blow on the Hapan Monarchy by killing the Crown Prince and his bride at the altar in cold-blood.

It was not only the Hapans who had suffered a great injustice but the Galactic Alliance, where a Rear Admiral had also been struck down, causing much panic throughout the system and beyond even to the isolated regions of the Confederacy.

Even his own world of Abrion Major was impacted, with the local government pressuring him to protect their grain and agricultural shipments from the economic fallout.

He could have refused on the grounds that it was really the Trade Federation who was in charge of the planet, as a way to have a vote in the Parliament beyond the collective one of the Corporate Council. But political power was best used in a subtle manner and so the matter was dropped before it could spiral out of control.

He arrived promptly into the chamber, accompanied by a small army of Neimoidian Royal Guard and Neimoidian Home Defense Legion for personal protection after the wedding's security failures.

He was personally here to sink the proposal from the N&Z Umbrella Corporation and its Chairman Tertius C. Nargath , a thorn in the side of the Federation since the fallen upstart had declared themselves rivals with the successors of Gat Tambor's legacy.

 

[Tyrias Aran]

Outskirts of Camp Phoenix, Scarif
Tag: Na-Nihilus Soth | Zesh Harko

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Scarlet eyes turned skyward as the turbulent wake of a nearby dropship shuddered across the land.

"Daveth, status." The clip, chill voice clashed with the scenery so many basked in on Scarif.

Behind the figure that stood upon a rocky outcropping sat a field base with numerous figures bustling to and fro according to their duty schedules. Tents served as shelter for those taking rest with the largest structures housing supplies and serving as the company's mess. Broad, clear paths cut their way across the camp in all directions allowing for mobility and visibility for defense. It was far from their first time pitching camp.

A Mirialan lifted their dark violet eyes. "Camp is operational. Teams Bravo, Charlies, and Delta are acquiring position around the perimeter." With a slight shake of their head, they added, "Admiral Soth delivered a heavy ultimatum to the locals."

Glowing red eyes narrowed a hair. If it hadn't been necessary to stop the self-destruct in order for the last team to escape... she should have let it go up in a pyre. Though if she were being honest, the thought of destroying what was left had also stayed her hand. If it became necessary, this time, Luna wouldn't fault her since it would save the planet. That was what Dauntless had always done in the past. Whatever it took.

"Recon's entered the threater." Daveth's lips twisted as she regarded the screen in her hands. "Alone."

No point mentioning she'd only seen one body leaping out of the dropship earlier. They were alone. "Take over command of Camp."

"Admiral," consternation tightened their throat at the unspoken intent. Whether everyone in the Confederacy recognized the Chiss' rank was still up for debate, but given the Station's time together 'elsewhere' they didn't much care what others thought. They'd fought, bleed, and survived together.

At last Tyrias pivoted halfway around to look back at her Second. "I'm still the only one that knows the inside of that base, with access codes that work. Besides, I trust you," Tyrias quipped as she started down the inclined and gave her a pat on the shoulder in passing, "setting up the defenses at the choke point to contain any breakout." With a smirk, she resumed her descent toward base. There'd be some supplies she'd need for the trek.

"Harko, Aran, automatic defenses didn't fire at survey droids, but step lightly on approach. Camp Phoenix is a fortress." Would Harko need any information she possessed? Perhaps not. Perhaps he had no intent of opening a single door or accessing a single computer. It was probably just another excuse. Tyrias couldn't help but get involved whenever Camp Phoenix was brought up. It'd been a pivtol point in her life and career. It was a ghost from her past, but it was her ghost.

Geared up, the Chiss commander paced her quick movements across the landscape. She might not be as young as the first day she'd set foot on Scarif, but Tyrias hadn't let command soften her either. It was inefficient to become entirely dependent on your subordinates when you already possessed certain skills.

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[Brakkus]

"Politics is too serious a matter to be left to the politicians."​

Politics. Often dull, yet undeniably vital.

Despite holding a seat on the Corporate Council, Brakkus rarely found himself in the Congressional Chambers. There had been past parliamentary meetings where his attendance was expected, but his official response was always the same: "Predisposed on the other side of the Galaxy." In truth, he simply harbored a disdain for the monotonous theater of politics. Still, his advisors had insisted he attend this particular session to reinforce his commitment to the Confederacy and its proceedings—a necessary evil, they'd argued.

The details of the bill being discussed were sparse, though it was well known that Tertius C. Nargath of the N&Z Umbrella Corporation was its sponsor. That, in itself, had been reason enough for Brakkus to attend. The Ando Mining Collective had recently struck a lucrative supply deal with N&Z, and both companies stood to profit handsomely. Tertius had even floated the idea of a merger, an enticing but uncertain prospect. Supporting Tertius in Parliament, at the very least, seemed a prudent move to strengthen their budding partnership.

Brakkus entered from the far side of the hall, his strides purposeful and unhurried, his broad Ualaq frame commanding attention without effort. For once, he had elected not to bring his protocol droid, a choice that spared him the nuisance of being slowed down. His sharp eyes scanned the chamber, quickly spotting Tertius across the room preparing for the assembly's commencement. If Tertius happened to glance his way, Brakkus would offer the briefest of nods, a subtle acknowledgment to his business associate. He wished him luck, though he knew the sentiment wouldn't carry across the distance.

As Brakkus approached his seat, he noticed another familiar figure already in place— Judah Dashiell , a fellow member of the Corporate Council. Though the two had yet to speak one-on-one, they had shared enough council meetings to forgo the need for formal introductions.

"Mr. Dashiell," Brakkus greeted with a tone that balanced professionalism and faint cordiality, "it's good to see you. I believe I'm seated next to you—if you don't mind."

The statement wasn't so much a question as a courtesy. With his imposing stature, Brakkus' presence in the adjacent seat was less a matter of permission and more an inevitability. His large frame soon settled into the chair beside Judah.

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[Tamna Korvan]

F O X
CAMP PHOENIX | SCARIF
TAG: Zesh Harko | Tyrias Aran | Na-Nihilus Soth

APOCALYPSE​

"Look, all I'm saying is that I think GalacMed had something to do with it."

Weller and Shaddix were arguing about some theory pertaining to a virus released from this encampment a few years ago.
"I still don't understand how you can make that call, Wells." said Shaddix.
"Come on, man. You saw how sweaty some of those white-cloaks were around that time. And the boss was mighty fast in deploying us to help the Mandalorians combat it. That happened the moment this planet went dark. Pretty fast deployment, innit?"
"I guess. But there's no proof of it."
"Jeez, man. It's Misha Kaskadov ! You really think the man would leave anything to trace back to him?"
"He's got a point, Shads." Tamna spoke up from where she'd been listening while they all bounced toward the bunker in the transport.

Both men blinked at her.
"Never thought I'd see the day Fox agrees with me." Weller finally said.
"You wound me, Tams." Shaddix said, dramatically grabbing his heart.
Tamna scoffed. "You two are still idiots. But what he says makes sense."
"Yeah, maybe. I only get paid to shoot shit and somehow command you lot."
"The fact that you think you command us, is cute, Shads." Lyra, their Devaronian demolition expert, said sweetly.
Shaddix' face squidged to one side as he pouted. "Get your helmets on, you fools. I think we're almost there."

“This is Harko. Commencing Mission.”

"Ah, Intelligence is already there." Shaddix said as the transport approached the derelict underground Fortress. <Copy that, Harko. Patrol of Armed Forces about to follow and enter. Out.> he then commed through to the Intelligence Officer.

Just as the transport stopped at the bunker perimeter, the patrol was on the ground, rifles against shoulders as their black visors scanned the area. It was deathly quiet for a minute. Then...
"I got movement!" Lyra's voice pierced the area as her rifle pointed in the direction of some approaching figures.
"Wait, no Lyra! They're friendlies!" Tamna warned, holding up her hand to stop the Devaronian. She had felt the Force-Sensitivity of one of the figures and there was no malice aside from a superiority complex.
"Hail!" Shaddix called to Tyrias Aran . "Patrol identification! We are 2nd Patrol, Mogu Company!"

They waited for the group to catch up, exchange some pleasantries, and then headed toward the entrance where they would hopefully find Harko before attempting a breach into this unholy derelict while Admiral Na-Nihilus Soth watches over them.

 

[Zesh Harko]

HARKO
Camp Phoenix | Scarif
TAGS: Tyrias Aran | Tamna Korvan | Na-Nihilus Soth
GEAR: Tactical Suit | Helmet

LISTENING​

"Harko, Aran, automatic defenses didn't fire at survey droids, but step lightly on approach. Camp Phoenix is a fortress."

“Copy that, Admiral.”

He recalled seeing Aran’s name on some of the mission briefing docs. Her intel provided numerous details about the layout of the underground sections of the base, along with a first-hand account of the outbreak that had occurred there. Scary stuff but years had passed. Harko considered that the reports of strange noises were due to the base deteriorating. The unnerving echoes deep in the bunker might have reignited the memories of old nightmares in the locals. Phantoms, nothing more.

Within view of the complex Harko activated his macrobinoculars. Even from a distance he could make out small details. Camp Phoenix was indeed a fortress. One that was far past its prime. The towering duracrete facades were beaten raw by years of tropical salt spray. Metallic structure boxes and a large hanger bay built into the cliffside were streaked with rust. A waterfall spilled over the cliff’s edge, running down into a canal built through the camp’s superstructure leading back out into the sea. Despite its condition, it was still an amazing sight. Remnants of a predecessor Confederacy. Harko wondered if the fortress would be true to its namesake and one day return to its former glory.

From his vantage point, Harko scanned the interior, carefully marking each of the visible automated defense emplacements and relaying the data back to mission control. There were only a few possible routes of entry into the base. Harko moved carefully up along a duracrete buttress built into the cliffside until he was able to drop down and make his way onto the tarmac of the landing area. After a scan, he transmitted another data packet to control, indicating that the LZ was clear.

<Copy that, Harko. Patrol of Armed Forces about to follow and enter. Out.>

He moved across the base to where his map indicated the elevators were housed. Harko brushed a layer of mold off of the elevator keypad. The system still had power but the red flashes that reacted to his keystrokes indicated it was locked down.

Everything was quiet. All he could hear were the lapping of waves and the distant calls of sea birds. No nightmarish groans or screams. Whatever they were here to find, if anything, it wasn't on the surface. They needed to go under. Suddenly a new sound, closing in on him. Boots on stone. He ducked behind a stack of abandoned cargo crates. Taking a deep breath, he willed the force to cloak him as he peaked out to see who it was.

A tall Chiss woman in Confederate gear strode with purpose toward his position. From the distance he could barely make out her face. Admiral Aran? His view was shaken when a new sound broke the air. The engines of a transport craft coming in fast. It had barely lowered to the ground before a fireteam of armored Hellion mercs leapt out, blasters at the ready. He watched as they greeted the Admiral before joining her on the way over to him.

Breaking his force cloak, Harko stepped out into the open. He held up his hands to indicate that he was friendly.

“It appears power is still running but the entrance is sealed. Does anyone have the access code or a way to slice past the lock down protocol?”

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[Tyrias Aran]

Outskirts of Camp Phoenix, Scarif
Tag: Na-Nihilus Soth | Zesh Harko | Tamna Korvan

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Tyrias loped onto the scene with her rifle cradled against her chest in both hands. The Chiss' bright gaze shifted from the Devaronian to the one that had stayed his finger. Wasn't much point looking down on this patrol unit. After all, this Confederacy's primary military force might as well be considered made up of mercenaries given its origin. Loyalty, duty, and honor were traits only time would bear out... or not.

A small smile touched her lips as she drew near the recent arrivals. "Tyrias Aran, Perimeter Commander." She turned to look across the top of the Camp. "Whatever's here isn't getting out. How should I address you?" Mogu Company was fine for a group order, but presumably Shaddix wasn't handing over direct control of his company's members so it'd be nice to establish some kind of personal connection. Even if it was just name and rank.

"Let's catch up with the ambitious scout before they have all the fun."

She turned to stride over to where Zesh stood in observance; a feat made easier once he dropped the cloak.

"My access code will still work." There was no one left to change them. Tyrias stepped up to the controls, but turned to look back at those assembled before she reached for it. "You should take up positions in case anything is waiting on the other side." Just another day at the haunted Camp grounds.

Soon after, a few quick taps were followed by nothing happening. Tyrias' eyes narrowed a hair as she punch it in again, and again nothing. An exhale preceded the Chiss using the butt of the rifle to knock a panel off beneath the control console. She crouched down and peered up inside the cavity. "Corrosion." Exposure and time had finally taken their toll.

Gloved fingers reached down to her belt to retrieve a small canister. A connector was popped loose and given a spray with Tyrias rubbing the chemical against the metal contacts. Another spirtz was sent up into the cavity itself at the terminal. With the cable replaced, she straightened up once more.

"One more time." This time should have the door admit the brave explorers.

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[Ardin Paskal]

congress chambers ❀ rothana

OMENS
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Though Ardin Paskal had gleaned amusement from watching coverage of the bloodied, deadly Hapan nuptials, the reality of what that turn of events could mean did not escape him: the lands of his home and inheritance, though clear on the other side of the Alliance from the problematic cluster they were, still brought him concern given the potential for fallout.

Further out, the effects of that potential would undoubtedly reach the Confederacy, and thus the world he represented. The remainder of the coverage from 360° Across The Galaxy with Pinda Solthar hadn't been particularly encouraging about the repercussions.

His eyes, and those of the assembly, would have to remain wide open.

Ardin reached his usual place within the assembly, immediately noting the absence of his cousin, Zhuan Cao - he would have to send her a query and some thoughts, later - and settled into the seat, turning his gaze towards the president.

He was there... may have witnessed the carnage firsthand, and gotten a sense of the atmosphere surrounding it.

"彼の考えを知りたいですね、" he mused quietly to himself, leaning into the hand posed at his chin, "ここか、この後か。"

Vemric Keldra • Tertius C. Nargath • Judah Dashiell • Sentapoth Findos • Brakkus​

 

[Judah Dashiell]

Brakkus
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Judah was slouched in his chair, 'people watching' as it was when the mining capitalist came to his row of seats. Immediately he had the decency to look embarrassed as he probably shouldn't be slouching and zoning out while waiting for the presentation from N&Z to begin. What it was about he hadn't the slightest idea, but if it was a corporate concern he naturally wanted to be a part.

Having the good sense to straighten up and tighten up his position while the other passed, Judah sat up straighter and decided he should probably be a little more in-the-moment considering he now had a seat mate of sorts. He had recongized the other from the corporate council and possibly the Corporate Guild, although he was unsure about the second.

"Mister Brakkus, a pleasure meeting you again. Good to see you as well. How as business been?"

Mining, Judah knew, much like his son. He was unsure if the other was involved in the recent expansion into Sith Order space, which had been an interesting development. Judah thought it wise though - collect taxes on corporations and goods in order to increase expansion in the galaxy. Someone in their government had clearly been head of their economic courses.

"Also, any idea why we are assembled? Besides something to do with N&Z? Surprised Liin "Tera" Terallo isn't here..."

 

[Vemric Keldra]

KELDRA
CONGRESS CHAMBERS | ROTHANA
TAG: Tertius C. Nargath | Sentapoth Findos | Judah Dashiell | Brakkus | Ardin Paskal

SUMMER​

Finally, folks were seated.

Vemric unfolded his frame from the seat and took his place at the podium.
"Welcome to Session, Honourable delegates." his deep yet bored baritone carried through the chamber. "As I am sure you all are aware, the Hapes Consortium suffered a great blow at the wedding of the Crown Prince. As many of you were also present, the Executive Council promptly received a request for an Energy Expansion bill to be presented before Parliament." he then started. "I need not remind this delegation that it is now more prudent than ever to strengthen borders and economy within the State. The fallout of the wedding is sure to have far-reaching consequences. In order to ensure progress and stability within Wild Space, we must act swiftly within these borders."

The Sephi's sky-clad eyes looked over all of them. In his own mind, it was a controversial bill, but sure to be one that could ensure self-sufficiency within the Confederacy, even if there were surely ulterior motives involved. He could only hope that others saw it that way as well.

"I hand over to the Marquis of Valkan to present the bill. I hereby declare the floor open." ​

 

[Tertius C. Nargath]

PARLIAMENT FLOOR| ROTHANA
TAGS: Vemric Keldra | Judah Dashiell | Ardin Paskal | Sentapoth Findos | Brakkus ​

The Marquis of Valkan had been keeping an eye on all who had entered and who were taking their seats, there were dekegates, ambassadors and representatives from all over the Confederacy's current roster of allied worlds. For now though, those that caught Tertius' attention were a veritable crossection of society. There was Brakkus , who as a member of the corporate council fell in the same ranking as the Marquis, same could be said about the older of the two Dashiells Tertius had met with so far, Judah Dashiell was a man of rare integrity in the corporate realm and seemed to have passed on these traits to his son Makai, who seemed to not be present... most likely due to familial reasons...wasn't the younger scion's wife pregnant last time he heard?

On the other hand, there were Ardin Paskal who during the last parliamentary inquiry the Marquis had been present at, seemed to have a close relationship with the Corporate Council's own speaker. The president Vemric Keldra in his ever-present elegance and pomp was also a piece of the parliament the Marquis couldn't ignore, as though this man had so far played everything by the book, Tertius was fairly certain he could actually veto decisions made on the floor if it suited him better. Lastly there was Sentapoth Findos ... this was a tough one, the obvious connection with the Trade Federation made it clear that this one would no doubt be a pain in the Marquis' behind. However, perhaps there was a way to convince the Trade Federation stooge through some smart wordings in his proposal...

"Honored ladies and gentlemen of this distinguished parliament, The Bill I propose to you here today falls under the blanket Proposal submitted to the various parliamentary councils in regards to self sufficiency and improved industrial capacity of the member worlds of the Confederacy," Spreading his hands, the well-dressed chairman of the N&Z Umbrella Corporation and member of the corporate council wished to add a bit of theatrics and emphasis to his words. "To Improve the lives of the citizens of the Confederacy, progress is not just a liberty, but also a necessity. From the most industrialized planetary system to the most agrarian system, all need energy to sufficiently operate their amenities, their facilities and their luxuries. It is in that spirit that I bring to you the proposal for Bill 92-34C which stipulates that The N&Z is willing to fund the cost of building Power plants on all planets and within all planetary systems that wish to stabilize their economy and their self sufficiency. Our power plants are waste neutral, as the waste material generated by the F.A.R. reactors which make up the heart of the power plant will be refined and turned into a proper fuel source called Noxinium B which is available as both a gas and a liquid engine fuel."

Eyeing the Trade Federation aligned Sentapoth, the Marquis smiled, before raising his voice a bit higher. "Modern power plants, overseen during the first five years by N&Z personel, with an opening for thousands of jobs and free energy for the planetary system in which they operate, combined with a fuel source which without imposed tariffs would end up being more efficient and less costly than imported tibanna gas or rodium would grant not just the local economies a capital boost, but would also strengthen the overall economy of the Confederacy."

Knowing the Confederacy had now already faced several rather disastrous issues, the Marquis hoped to play on the feelings within the representative's hearts and minds. "A stronger economy means the Confederacy can effectively strengthen itself, improve the quality of life for any and all of its citizens, but it also means that they can afford better equipment, better education and better security. So... approving my proposal, is approving to improve your security...you safety, your life. For your life...Is our business."

Taking a step back, the Marquis made a gentle bow and awaited to hear the reactions within the parliament, hoping to see what the floor would decide and whether or not the Trade Federation could effectively stop this march of progress Tertius wished to unleash...

 

[Danger Arceneau]

Interacting with: Tertius C. Nargath Brakkus Judah Dashiell Ardin Paskal Vemric Keldra Sentapoth Findos
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The murmur of quiet conversation rippled through the assembly hall, a measured hum of voices as the Marquis of Valkan took the stage as Danger Arceneau stepped into the chamber with the unhurried grace of a woman who knew the value of patience -- after all, she had built an empire on knowing when to listen and when to speak.

Settling into her seat, she accepted a glass of water from a passing droid, offering the barest incline of her head in thanks. Feline emerald green eyes flicked toward the nobleman as he began his address, her expression one of idle curiosity, though the sharp glint behind her gaze suggested otherwise.

My, oh my, ambitious indeed, aren't we, Marquis?

A slow, knowing smile tugged at the corner of her lips as he laid out his proposition. A bold move, indeed...particularly considering the sectors involved. Things had been hectic lately across the galaxy -- The Hapes Consortium's recent hostilities toward the Alliance and the Jedi had already placed trade routes under careful scrutiny, and the Dark Empire's steady expansion was far from a distant threat. Arceneau Trade had been swift in deploying advisories to its subsidiaries, rerouting vulnerable operations, and fortifying logistics where necessary. Certainly, the Confederacy itself had been dealing with terrorists, but this? This bill was a different sort of gamble.

Rhodium and Tibanna gas were already well within Arceneau Trade's purview --- competition was expected, welcomed even, but not without its due diligence. After all, she wasn't in the habit of letting new players waltz in and shift the board without asking the right questions.

So, as soon as the Marquis concluded his pitch, she was the first to press the issue, her voice smooth as silk, yet lined with the unmistakable weight of a woman who knew exactly what was at stake.

"Marquis Valkan," she began, her drawl warm but measured, like molasses poured slow, "now, I do appreciate a good bit of enterprisin' spirit, but I'd be remiss if I didn't ask for a few clarifications before we start settin' this in stone."

She let the moment linger, just long enough for the air to still. Then, with the precision of a seasoned negotiator, she laid her cards on the table.

"If N&Z is gracious enough to fund the initial construction, I do wonder...will planets be expected to foot the bill later when it comes to maintenance, upgrades, or the continued production of fuel after those five years?"

Her smile lingered but she pressed on.

"I reckon every system values a bit of autonomy when it comes to somethin' as vital as energy. So, will these planets retain full control over how these power plants are managed and how their energy's distributed? Or will N&Z be holdin' the reins? And, just so we're clear, is there a mechanism in place to ensure fair allocation across different planetary sectors?"

A hand would quietly gesture as she added considerations regarding planets who would like to opt out.

"Additionally..in the event a planetary system decides to opt out of N&Z's energy production down the line, what exactly would that entail? Are there financial or legal repercussions?"

Yet the more important piece was yet to come, the Queen of Trade's soft cordial press of questioning continuing towards the meat of the matter.

"And last but certainly not least.... offerin' free energy to planetary systems does sound mighty generous, but we both know nothin' in this galaxy truly comes without a price. If planets come to rely on N&Z for their power, what's to stop them from becomin' entirely dependent? Monopolization's a tricky thing -- it don't always start with a strong arm, sometimes it's just a slow, careful starvin' of alternatives."

As she was the main fuel provider for the galaxy, this was important, and she was curious to what the Marquis would say. This could potentially cut into her bottom line.

Her gaze sharpened, though her smile remained. "How exactly do you plan to ensure that competition is maintained, should Noxinium B become the dominant fuel source? Will local industries be given the space to develop alternative fuels, or are we lookin' at a future where there ain't much room left for 'em?"

"This bill, as fine as it's dressed, would certainly undercut existing fuel providers," Like Arceneau Trade. That went unsaid as she continued, her voice taking on the tone of a woman pointing out something as obvious as the sky being blue. "Tibanna gas, Rhodium -- those industries don't just fuel ships, they fuel economies. So I'm mighty curious...what compensation or economic protections exist for those sectors once this proposal rolls through?"

She let that settle before adding, almost idly, "And I do wonder, Marquis, if this plan truly accounts for the whole of the Confederacy. After all, industrialized worlds might be able to adapt with ease, but what of agrarian planets? Not every world's needs fit into a neat little package, and I'd hate to see this initiative favor only those with the infrastructure to match it."

Her smile lingered, as warm as a Corellian sunrise, but the weight behind her words was unmistakable.

She wasn't just questioning him... she was setting the stakes. Danger leaned back slightly, fingers lightly trailing along the rim of her glass as she regarded the Marquis with the same quiet patience one might grant a gambler laying his final bet.

"Now, I do believe we all can appreciate a well-laid plan, but business runs on certainty, not just promises. So, if you'd be so kind, Marquis," she said, her smile never wavering, "I'd love to hear your thoughts."

 

[Tertius C. Nargath]

PARLIAMENT FLOOR| ROTHANA
TAGS: Vemric Keldra | Judah Dashiell | Ardin Paskal | Sentapoth Findos | Brakkus​

Having heard Danger Arceneau 's questions and concerns, the Marquis of Valkan stood up again from his seat, clearing his throat as he turned his attention first towards the woman who had just been speaking with her usually heavy drawl which could've seduced a wampa into skinning themselves if it was what she so wished to have it do.

"Lady Arceneau...what a pleasure to see you hear and hear your concerns in regards to this proposal," Turning his attention to the floor and all planetary representatives, the Eriaduan noble held one hand to his chest, while reaching out with his other hand into the air. "We are already proposing to foot the bill of the construction, the education and security of the power plants and fuel refineries. Whether or not it would be the planets, or the Confederacy itself that would pay for the maintainance and material after those five years is a matter outside of my perview, Lady Arceneau...as those are matters of state. The N&Z merely wants to jumpstart and boost the economy of any affiliated planets systems with this proposal, considering improved economy would benefit us all in the long run after all."

Raising his hand and holding out two fingers, the Eriaduan Noble clearly indicated he'd be taking on the second of her questions and concerns. "The N&Z will only provide the initial staff and education for new laborers and a solid workforce from the planet's own inhabitants. Management of the power plants themselves will lie in the control of the Representative governments that wish to take on this proposal and would agree to the benefits it brings. The N&Z solely retains control over the waste management facilities and the Refineries and will have a representative in each of the management departments of these power plants in order to at the very least be able to follow up with expansion, contract-drafts and other opportunities on a case-by-case and planet by planet basis. Allocations are done based on what the planetary systems themselves require and request...once again, this is not within my duties nor my jurisdiction."

The third question though or rather the third concern which was uttered, brought a somewhat wicked smile to the Marquis' face for only a mere moment, before he nodded and smiled gently towards Lady Arceneau. "Lady Arceneau...you make a valid point in regards to opting out on any agreement and engagement. It is fair to say that if we are halfway into building a site and a planetary government backs out of the project...The N&Z is well within our rights to reclaim our assets and credits. The choice to have these power plants built at location is the choice of the planetary systems, they enjoy ample benefit both financially and socially from this opportunity. Any application will require dialogue and commitment from both sides in order to come to a concensus, when said consensus is reached and the building has started... The N&Z will not be liable for a government backing out after having reached said concensus, as that would be considered a breach of contract and makes them liable for reembursing lost credits in this engagement."

Titlting his head a bit to the side, the Marquis let out a deep sigh. "You seem to misunderstand the way the N&Z operates these power plants, lady Arceneau. These sites as power plants hold not interest to us, for the N&Z is more keen on utilizing the fuel refinery and waste management as part of our business strategy. We only provide the construction and initial education and operation, with our view relying on the numbers stating that within five years any initial laborers and hired staff would have been educated enough to run the plants themselves. After these five years, the Power plants will be solely under the individual governmental controls or the Confederacy depending on agreements made during the initial dialogue. We also don't expect every planet within the Confederacy to be taking this offer...in fact, I once again remind you this is a proposal for voluntary agreements, if you are so threatened by this...why not add your own company to this proposal? If more of us are willing to give the Confederacy a financial push in the back, it will be much easier to see it flourish in a short period of time."

Nodding his head, the Marquis continued. "Monopoly would be impossible in regards to the fuel. Most companies still rely on Tibanna and Rodium, and while we do exclaim Noxinium B to be more efficient, it does require a different process of utilizing it as well. With mainly N&Z products utilizing this fuel, it would hardly be considered a danger to ironically the very monopoly you are part of in terms of the Tibana gas and Rodium. It is also rather ironic to hear your concerns over the fuel, when your company in fact holds the monopoly on the packaging and containers of the Noxinium B. As for alternative fuels...must I remind you that Noxinium B at the moment would be classified as such and wouldn't even be capable of reaching a marketshare anywhere near five percent even with all the planets within the confederacy opting for these power plants and refineries? So yes, I would certainly allow for alternative fuels...in fact, if any of the local governments and industries would be capable of doing so, I would both approach and applaud them."

Rubbing the sides of his head, taking a deep breath and showing a bright smile once more, Tertius went for the final explanation so far. "As I said, it would hardly make a dent in the margins of the existing fuel providers such as yourself, the Noxinium B is just an extra in the grand scheme of this proposal. All we wish to accomplish is to boost the economy through progress. Power plants and energy are the corner stone to this end...you are correct, so too is fuel, but as this is but a marginal part when it concerns the Confederacy... and mainly entails solely N&Z products, that truly is the last of your worries.

"On the point of planetary needs though," Holding out his hands a bit, shrugging as if he were to once again have to explain everything, Terius nodded respectfully to Lady Arceneau. "As governments are encouraged to go into dialogue at first, we can assess together if what we offer is the right thing for them. Even Agrarian worlds can utilize power and energy and should they have a surplus...there are even ways to turn that into an advantage for all of us. Should these agrarian worlds not want to use our offer, it is well within their right to do so. Now, from my end, I would ask... If you are so worried about monopoly and fairness, why don't you just jump on board? Offer alternatives, offer the same free energy as the N&Z does and together we can boost the economy tenfold...Lady Arceneau."

 

[Eva Tektus]

Tag: Na-Nihilus Soth | Zesh Harko | Tamna Korvan | Tyrias Aran
Liberty Class Cruiser - The Star Spider​

Captain Eva Tektus had been assigned to Admiral Soth's detachment as an adjutant to provide support and intelligence for the ground team. She remained on the bridge of her cruiser surrounded by her droid crew. They were at their stations running analyses and simulations while assessing threats. She had remained idle and tapped into comms while going between them and her crew. Given that the admiral had most of his subordinates running numbers for this mission, Captain Tektus didn't have to work so hard compared to being under the Supreme Commander's detail. BUT, that didn't mean that this was going to be an easy assignment. With lives at stake, no mission was ever easy and everything could go wrong.

The mission details were, to put it bluntly, cryptic. An unknown anomaly meant more room for error which couldn't be helped. If Eva spent the mission pondering her hypotheses, the ground team would be dead. She sighed as she stood above the tactical map, dots blinked on the holographic display, indicating each team and its members. All seemed well at first but she noticed that the ground team had stopped before entering the camp, piquing her interest. The access codes for the camp didn't change, they shouldn't have difficulty getting in but that only meant that the base's hardware had some wear and tear.

'Who would stay in a rotting base camp of their own free will?' She said to herself. Followed with a show of concern, she chose to bring something up to the admiral.

"O57." She projected to one of her B1s. Hearing its designation, it walked over to the captain. "Yes ma'am?"

"Send a report to Admiral Na-Nihilus Soth . Tell him the base's internal systems have degraded and that the ventilation might be in critical condition. As a result, Camp Pheonix's air quality could be poor."

"Roger. Roger."

As the droid went to write the report, Eva knew that it wasn't worth calling the admiral considering it was simply a theory and he could disregard her counsel if he thought it was irrelevant. But she made sure to include air quality in the report because if something was in the base, no sentient being would be there for long, if at all. Something for the admiral to consider at least.

 

[Brakkus]

"Business has been good. Busy, but good. I trust things are running smoothly at Dashiell Incorporated as well?" The Aqualish settled his large frame into the seat beside Judah Dashiell , the chair creaking slightly under his weight.

The uncertainty surrounding the purpose of the Parliamentary meeting left him less than enthused. He had hoped his seatmate might shed some light on the matter. "It seems I'm as much in the dark as you," he admitted, gesturing vaguely toward the chamber. "If N&Z is involved, there's no predicting what this could be about. Mr. Nargath has his hands in so many pies, after all." The idiom came out mangled, a casualty of his less-than-perfect grasp of Galactic Basic, but his meaning was clear enough.

Before they could delve further into speculation, the deep voice of Vemric Keldra , Head of State of the Confederacy, rang out, calling the assembly to order. The Aqualish muttered something low and unintelligible in his native tongue, the gruff cadence suggesting impatience or perhaps resignation. Whatever was about to unfold would reveal itself soon enough.

As the session began, Tertius C. Nargath took the floor to present his bill. The proposal—a promise of free power stations for any Confederacy world that wished to receive them—sounded almost too good to be true. Offers of such magnanimity rarely came without strings attached. Free energy for countless worlds could undoubtedly transform economies and strengthen the Confederacy, but what angle was N&Z playing? Altruism rarely existed in the cutthroat realm of corporate politics. More likely, this was a calculated gamble, one designed to turn a profit or gain leverage elsewhere.

The first to challenge the bill was Danger Arceneau , who spoke with the poise and authority of someone well-acquainted with the intricacies of the energy sector. Her concerns echoed some of the same doubts already forming in his mind. The Ando Mining Collective's refinery on Ando Prime played a significant role in supplying Tibanna gas throughout the Galaxy, but Arceneau Trade dominated the energy market outright. Any disruption to the industry, particularly one stemming from a project of this magnitude, would naturally attract her scrutiny.

Tertius responded with practiced precision, deflecting objections while subtly calling attention to Arceneau's monopoly on Noxinium B canisters. The mention of the rare resource immediately sharpened his focus. So, that was the crux of it. If Noxinium B was all N&Z truly cared about, then perhaps this initiative wasn't as selfless—or as threatening—as it appeared.

For now, he opted to remain silent, his four eyes fixed on the unfolding debate. Let others probe and spar; he would glean what he could from the proceedings before deciding where his interests lay. Patience was as much a weapon in these halls as words, and he intended to wield it wisely.

Ardin Paskal Sentapoth Findos ​

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