Galactic Alliance: Its Our Time to Make a Move (Invite Only)

[Aeron Kreelan]

[member="Coren Starchaser"]


Yes Boss.

Well at least he knew his place, mused Aeron. Granted, she was more amused than not. Her grip did not drop from Coren's shoulder, and it was a rather comical jaunt towards the big three of the Galactic Alliance. For the Head of State, the Admiral, and the new leader of the New Jedi Order, eyebrows would rise in questioning as the duo came over.

The Icarii gave a grin, and without further ado, gently nudged - okay more like lightly shoved - Coren forward so he could get to introductions. The Zeison Sha didn't particularly want to waste time, and if this so called Galactic Alliance would pay for Pyre services as PMC and as a company supplying goods, then all the better. They could offer training, the knowledge of the system, and not to mention, defenses through Omega Pyre technology that the natives were well used to.

Only that instead of a government, it would be the Pyre, much like it had many years ago.

 

[Coren Starchaser]

See? Now Coren never once thought he could ever best the Zeison Sha, he wasn’t quite a leader so much as a doer. She was the one in charge of the Pyre, hell, even Merrill was in charge of the Underground, Coren just pointed the people in the right direction, armed and motivated them. But the look there, a candidate for an advisor to the Supreme Commander getting walked over to the leadership for the up and coming super power as if he was a kid trying to steal from her shed, or something.

Still, he came along, because he was pushed by the two-tone Sha Adept.

“Right, what my boss is trying to say is that she’s interested. I’m Coren Starchaser, Supreme Commander Ven, you and I have met by communications recently. And this is Omega Pyre’s Prex, Aeron Kreelan.” Coren held out a hand to the terrifyingly pretty leader.

Ven was the first to step up, the Admiral introducing his Grand Marshal and Chief of State partners. “The Pyre, huh? Some hard asses in there. I understand you may be curious with our interest in one of your worlds? We want to confirm that our intentions are honorable, and we had intended to reach out to the Protectorate after this meeting…”

[member="Aeron Kreelan"]

 

[Aeron Kreelan]

[member="Coren Starchaser"]

Now they were talking.

Aeron dropped her hand from Coren's shoulder, and then would extend it out to the Admiral first. She went through the various hand shakings before turning back to the Mon Cal.

"Sad to say there isn't much of a Protectorate left, but their influence is still there." she told them bluntly. There wasn't a need to skirt around that issue. When the Omega Protectorate was at its height, it had defended and protected this sector of the universe with every bit of resource it had. By all intents and purposes, the Omega Protectorate had one of the largest fleets in the known verse, certainly one of the most technologically advanced and it was a technology kept within.

"However, it's good to hear you got good intentions with Sullust... While the Protectorate isn't here, its spirit remains with the Pyre." her electric blue eyes would sweep across the three.

"As Prex of the Pyre, I am offering its services and the Pyre's technology if you want it. We only ask for a fair rate to keep the force afloat and feed my men."

And maybe as time went on, more money to expand.

 

[Coren Starchaser]

Right, free shoulder, he nodded, the hand shakings and greetings occurred as the group stepped away from the mass of beings, making contacts, making face time with counterparts and future bosses. The Corellian ran a hand through his hair as Aeron started to greet the others as well. This was where the Prex was really going to shine.

And that realization was really depressing to Coren. He needed to get Kreelan out in the field more. Starchaser was listening, but he was also trying to log as many faces in his mind as he could. He could get them pulled out by the Force. Not him, but someone else.

Nemo Ven nodded to the Prex. “I am aware. My fleet was separated from the battlegroup. We made a bit of a home on the fringes of your property, as it were.” The Mon Cal looked at the Prex once more and nodded. “I heard as much. Still, we’re not going to sully the name of the Protectorate by building something perverse in your wake. No, we’re here to save the galaxy. We were hoping to reach to you, as I said. Technology and contractors would be a very big boom for us.” He looked to his Sullustan chief of staff who nodded.

[member="Aeron Kreelan"]

 

[Aeron Kreelan]

[member="Coren Starchaser"]

Aeron gave a nod.

Okay, that was pretty clear cut. Good. Spreading her feet apart about a foot, she crossed her arms over her chest, the leather giving a slight creak at the movement.

"Then I think we can dance," she said, panning from left to right at the group. "Why don't we head out and discuss the particulars. I'm open to negotiation on what you need and what we can do for each other.'

The agreement was made. While the specifics would be discussed behind closed doors, it was clear that the Omega Pyre would not become part of the Galactic Alliance as a whole.

Before long, Pyre ships would once again bear witness to Sullust's Sector.... and more.