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[Xazzex Xivar]

Office of the Vice-Head & Speaker of The Confederacy
Rothana​

Xazzex Xivar was ambitious. Empress of Falleen, Crown of The Leviathan Ring syndicate, former Viceroy of Falleen in a former Confederacy, and now the Vice-Head of another Confederacy. In her private reflections, the seat she occupied hadn't entirely been in her original plans. She wasn't any more of a galactic partner than any other Falleen; things were infinitely better back home without all these aliens roaming around with their little preferences and needs and wants. Just because they were a credit-cow to be milked didn't mean her people liked them in any amicable capacity. So to think she'd somehow end up with some manner of authority over them...

Last time, Xazzex had represented Falleen in the Confederacy of Independent Systems because someone had to after it'd been absorbed. It had not been a voluntary service. When it all collapsed, her people could at least fall back on themselves without their entire way of life being destroyed because of their passionate desire for independence. For isolation. Not that they hadn't felt the fallout. It'd been impossible to ignore just how many worlds floundered; even if piracy was allowed to tick up without the prior Confederacy patrolling the lanes.

That was then, however, and now she was presented with the unique challenges of being the Vice-Head of State. Vemric was likely to foist some social matters on her as a result. The man was about as interested in listening to people bleat as she was -- problem was he still held the higher authority of delegation. Some of it would be delegated off to the members of the Executive Council, but not all of it; certainly nothing the Council itself required assistance in dealing with. In its own way, it wasn't much different than being the Empress of Falleen... except for how she wasn't allowed to vaporize people because they gave her lip.

Well, Xazzex would still give people the sharp edge of her tongue. People would be lucky if that'd be the extent of her ire, as well. Whether official or unofficial in capacity, she had a number of resources at her disposal to handle the Confederacy's problems.

After having finished some paperwork, Xazzex turned to her calendar next to see if there was anyone requesting an audience. There was much to be done organizing the regions of Wild Space. How many governments had come and gone over these sectors? Its people were hardly the more receptive when another came along. A litany of matters had to be addressed, and there was only so much time or resources available to do them. If people needed something from the Confederacy her door was -- regrettably -- open.

If there was a lull, it might be time to take a walk. What was the point in sitting in an office all day? She might be Falleen in her desire to be amongst her own kind, but she was also Falleen and they weren't known for sitting still -- outside formal occasions.

Open to Members or Guests of The Confederacy​

 

[Sentapoth Findos]

Xazzex Xivar

The Neimoidian navigated the corridors of power on Rothana with both speed and considerable caution, discreetly alternating his focus between the windows and the floors. A multitude of servants and planetary representatives traversed the expansive space, transitioning from conference rooms to lavish lounges as they debated back and forth on planetary issues.

In many ways, this scene mirrored the Federal Assembly, which the Trade Federation had successfully infiltrated a long time ago, thereby establishing itself as a formidable political entity within the Galactic Alliance.

The Alliance, under Chancellor Auteme's leadership, had significantly diminished from its former stature; as a shift towards idealism and ethical governance replaced the previous practices of excessive spending and extravagant incentives for political supporters to facilitate legislative approval.

Consequently, the Federation had installed him as Governor of Abrion Major within the newly formed Confederacy, aiming to leverage the planet's agricultural potential within the emerging Parliament.

There was no more suitable starting point than the Vice-Head of State, whose significant power and influence played a crucial role in the decision-making process. A servant had informed him that the Falleen was present in her office, prompting him to undertake an unannounced visit. Sentapoth felt a sense of relief in being a politician rather than a military officer, as his encounters with the Alliance's Defense Forces had led to persistent nightmares.

"Par-Par-Pardon the intrusion, Vice-Head Xivar." The Neimoidian said with a bit of a stutter due to fear, as he embodied the phrase cowardice to a tee. He gently sat down on one of the plush chairs within the office, awaiting some form of recognition.

 

[Xazzex Xivar]

Office of the Vice-Head & Speaker of The Confederacy
Rothana​

Xazzex's eye lifted just enough to spy the Neimodian inch into the room while feigning her attention being entirely on the screen in front of her. It was a skill people like her developed very early on in their career/life -- being aware of everyone while making them think they were being ignored. A woman like her didn't want to send 'mixed signals' after all. Not unless she was making them a thrall then it was all smiles and sweet whispers until they forgot their own name.

Neimodian. Described as... nervous and cautious (the polite way of calling someone a coward). "With you in a moment, Governor Findos," Xazzex replied absently as her fingers danced over the holo-display briefly. Abrion Major was a world of interest to the Confederacy. There was a galaxy of people to feed and with the Core spending its time turning planets into parking lots thousands of levels high, there was scarce room to grow all that produce. You could always count on people spending credits on food. Not the most lucrative market, but a stable one and the Confederacy needed a firm foundation.

Half a minute later the holo-display turned off and the Falleen's sharp, golden gaze turned entirely to Sentapoth Findos . "Governor, I wasn't expecting you today. I hope you had a smooth flight." Being polite didn't kill a woman. It might inflict spiritual wounds though.

A flick of her eyes toward the door and then her eyes returned to Findos once more. "Forgive any intrusions. My normal secretary is out, and I try to maintain an open door policy to ensure the needs of current and prospective members are met." Not that she was expecting other visitors, but it wouldn't be outside the realm of possibility.

"How can I help you today, Governor?" Xazzex clasped her hands atop the desk and awaited the man to conjure up the courage to speak. The worst part about cowards was even a hard-ass like her had to tone down a little of the "theatrics" -- they were already on edge just being there. Sometimes she wondered if someone of them were just putting on an exceptionally authentic act just for that reason.

 

[Sentapoth Findos]

Xazzex Xivar

When that recongition finally came, the Neimoidian was preoccupied with scanning the office for a potential exit in case the meeting took an unfavorable turn. He had never interacted directly with a member of the Falleen species, often linking them to the Black Sun Criminal Syndicate, which had once been the preeminent force in the galaxy's underworld before falling into relative obscurity in 900 ABY.

During his shuttle journey, he had encountered extensive information suggesting that they possessed a form of supernatural ability to sway others. He would have dismissed this notion entirely had he not also been aware of the existence of the Zeltrons. Sentapoth was uncertain whether the woman was toying with him, yet she appeared completely engrossed in her tasks given her high position of authority.

"Ye-Ye-Yes, a smooth flight was completed without any major complications. The Hyperspace Lanes within the region are secure for the moment due to the brillaince of our military might. As you must know - I am an accomplished general myself....it says so in my file." The Neimoidian replied to her inquiry, and while he claimed to be an experienced military officer, this assertion was somewhat misleading. In truth, he had only commanded an army on a single occasion, which resulted in a significant retreat but it did accomplish the objectives to distract the Alliance Defense Forces.

He anxiously drummed his fingers on the armrest of the chair when she noted that her secretary was absent and that others might arrive unexpectedly, just as he had. Nevertheless, she promptly wanted to know the purpose of his visit.

"I-I-I-I -The Confederacy remains in its early stages of development, necessitating a readiness to pose challenging inquiries regarding the administration of certain resources. We seek-seek clarification on the individual or corporation responsible for overseeing the allocation of resources and materials within the Confederacy. Specifically, we-we wish to understand who will guarantee the safe delivery of our food shipments to other planets, and ensure that those planets do not ask for more than we produce." The Neimoidian faltered in explaining his questions, fixating his gaze intently on the Falleen. This inquiry held significant weight for the Trade Federation, which wielded substantial power in the commercial shipping industry and sought to identify its competitors in the region.

 

[Xazzex Xivar]

Office of the Vice-Head & Speaker of The Confederacy
Rothana​

"It is early in its development," Xazzex acknowledged, "but there are experienced men and women in charge of overseeing that development, Governor." The man might come off as a simpering push over, but she wouldn't be baited by him. "Executives that have recruited some of the finest in the galaxy to put our collective will into practice."

"The Magister of Diplomatic Affairs is always available to assist world governments. Any question you have can be directed to them if you are uncertain which of the other Executives may suit your request best. As I am, of course, but as Vice Head I may at times be indisposed, while the Diplomatic Corps will have people available at all times." The last thing Xazzex needed was every world in the Confederacy calling her personally demanding they solve every little problem. Not only would that drive her mad, she was only one person. The Confederacy had a Magister in the first place for this very reason.

As to the man's more direct inquiries, "Following your example, the Supreme Commander's forces will provide protection between worlds while the Commissioner of State Security will ensure that of planetary affairs, the Viceroy of Commerce will assist in negotiations and contract disputes, the Governor of the Interior will ensure equitable distribution of produce intended for the community at large, and the Chief Justice will arbitrate and settle any legal challenges that arise. Other worlds may ask for more than you can produce, Governor, but you will always have means to control your own output in accordance to negotiated contracts. Parliament will provide the various frameworks for all negotiated deals within Confederate space, but all members may negotiate their own binding terms. The Viceroy of Commerce may be an indispensable partner in making sure those terms are in your favor."

Xazzex afforded the man a brief smile. "The Confederacy seeks growth, Governor. It will provide the means of members to prosper. I invite you and those you represent to engage in all of our programs to extract the most value in return for all that you contribute. A man like yourself might go far, Governor, with the right word in the right ears; and those your represent, of course." Too much? It didn't hurt to make it a little more personal. Something for him to aspire toward rather than vague talk of nameless, faceless cabals.

Sentapoth Findos​

 

[Zenva Vrotoa]

The sharp report of Zenva's stiletto heels on tiled floors announced her presence long before the Droids escorting her possibly could. The Zabrak, once a Trade Baron before the Confederacy's restructuring, was confident her imposing figure would open the doors her name used to. Nearly two meters tall before the high heels she wore, and over eighty kilograms of thick, battle tested muscle. The Zabrak was, in her own mind at least, the apex of her species. The crimson skinned alien was wrapped in a tight evening gown, it's elaborate design blurring with the ebony tattoos that swirled, and thorned across her powerful figure. Electrum rings decorated the crown of vestigial horns that circled her hairless head. Similar rings encircled long fingers, each tipped with surgically implanted titanium claws.

A Golden Droid, likely a Protocol Droid judging by its appearance, marched a step behind her on her left. Trailing further behind the Zabrak, a large pair of Combat Droids labored to keep up with their Mistress's brisk pace. Now and then the golden Droid's faintly masculine tone chirped a warning to those that might interfere with Zenva's path. "Stand aside for the Baroness of Sriluur. Make way for her Excellency." It's synthetic voice changing language to one of the millions or more options available to it as the need arose.

As the Zabrak neared her target, her dominant hand waved off to her right in a dismissive little flick. Immediately the large Droids behind her slowed their pace, drifting towards the nearest intersection to stand sentry. Pausing briefly before she reached the suspiciously open door to the Vice-Head and Speakers personal office, Zenva drew a calming breath, and straightened her dress. She listened for a few moments, a woman's cool voice placating some Noble by the sound of it. A moment later she strode forward, walking into the office as though it were her's.

As she walked towards the desk, her bizarre yellow-red eyes fixated on the seated Neimoidian, a Governor if she had heard correctly. Coal painted lips curled into a smile, serrated shark like teeth gleaming as she did. She spoke a word in a harsh language. Her mother tongue of Zabraki was one few outside her home world understood, never mind spoke. "Her Excellency, greets you, Governor. We apologize for the interruption." Zenva's Droid chirped from behind her.

The Zabrak's caustic gaze shifted to the green woman behind the desk as she came to a stop in the middle of the office. The Crimson Devil's hand twitched near her hip. A simple muscle spasm one might imagine, however the longer she studied the Falleen seated before her, the more confident she was the criminal in front of her would recognize the reflex of going for a weapon that was rarely missing. The Zabrak spoke a single word in her native tongue, it's sharp tones at odds with the woman's uniquely musical voice. Zenva's horn crowned head tilted forward slightly in a bow. Again her Droid spoke for her. "Madam Speaker, I present the Baroness of Sriluur, Crimson Lady of Nal Hutta, her Excellency, Lady Zenva Vrotoa." Zenva's hand off hand rose briefly, cutting off the Droid's introduction.

Again she spoke in that sharp tongue, this time at length. Only once she finished did her Droid translate her words to Basic. Her sharp features were held in a careful mask of neutrality, her corrupted gaze unwavering. "Her Excellency wishes to know why she, and the Confederacy's allies amid Hutt Space have not had their contacts renewed. Those she represents on Sriluur insist the production of the Confederacy's Battle Droids is of vital importance to their world and it's economy. She expresses a deep hope that some black cloud has not come between her worlds and the Confederacy's warming embrace."

Sentapoth Findos
Xazzex Xivar

 

[Xazzex Xivar]

Office of the Vice-Head & Speaker of The Confederacy
Rothana​

Xazzex's focus remain on the Governor even when the red woman darkened her doorstep. Only when the woman crossed the threshold did the golden rings shift slightly to give the Governor warning of another's presence, if he hadn't felt or heard the coming storm. Well, at least this one gave off the right attitude even if the Falleen didn't immediately fall in love with her. Humans were dollar store diplomats -- kill one and a hundred one could take their place -- but other species were a hair more interesting given how uncommon they were by comparison. Still not held to the level of a fellow Falleen, of course, but you couldn't help where you were born. Just blame your deity(ies) if you wish.

Slowly, the Falleen placed one hand atop the other on the top of her desk. Zenva took her position in a demand for attention and implied a certain reactionary response that spoke of more than a paper-pusher. Hopefully the woman had set any lofty expectations for a response. Xazzex had met many people that commanded swaths of armed personnel and great hosts of mobile weaponry. The only difference under the presence circumstances was everyone expected to meet without their Enforcer present, ready to kill anyone that made any 'unnecessary' movements

While the droid was the thing that spoke, Xazzex didn't take her eyes off the Baroness. Droids could be a useful assassin with the way people ignored them, especially when it went without saying you paid attention to the speaker not the translator. Xazzex hoped this intriguing situation wouldn't be interrupted by anything... premature like that, however.

"Baroness Vrotoa," the Speaker slowly rose from her set and gestured with one hand toward a seat, "please, make yourself comfortable. I'd like nothing more than to assure our esteemed customers and allies they have not been forgotten nor abandoned in their time of need. This Confederacy would welcome the opportunity to establish long-lasting relations with Nal Hutta and others in the region. Supplies are, of course, limited. A trivial matter I'm sure could be navigated with your assistance." They were eager for financial partners, but not too eager. A few credits or materials-worth-credits helped grease the wheels of production.

"There are countless opportunities for those prepared to seize them." She'd leave it at that for the moment to gauge whether Droids were really what the woman was after, or if she wished to discuss more sensitive matters. Not to mention to determine if she was open to negotiating new contracts since this was neither the Confederacy of old nor the Enclave -- not that a woman of her caliber would have had business dealings with the Enclave.

Sentapoth Findos | Zenva Vrotoa​

 

[Sentapoth Findos]

Xazzex Xivar Zenva Vrotoa

The Neimoidian observed with great interest as the Vice-Head of State addressed his inquiries with a level of tact and finesse characteristic of seasoned public servants and politicians accustomed to navigating a landscape often rife with empty promises and ostentation. Each of his concerns was meticulously distilled to the relevant departments that held jurisdiction over the issues at hand such as the Chief Justice and the Supreme Commander, with the Viceroy of Commerce identified as one of the key authorities for conducting business in this context.

"Certainly, you will receive the backing of the Government of Abrion Major within the Parliament, Vice-Head. However, my allegiance is derived from a different class of individuals who prioritize tangible outcomes over mere assurances, even when those assurances come from a person of your esteemed stature." Sentapoth responded with a degree of firmness in his tone to emphasize his point, fully aware that the Trade Federation constrained him significantly, limiting his ability to act autonomously in pursuit of his objectives within the Confederacy.

Any commitments she might propose to ensure his loyalty would inevitably wane when confronted with the authority of the Commanding Viceroy whose power and influence was undeniable.

The voice of Zenva Vrotoa 's protocol droid was noticeable as soon as they walked into the room, announcing the arrival of the Baroness of Sriluur. The conversation was then shifted away from the affairs of an agricultural planet, and instead towards the sphere of Hutt Space, a space dominated by ruthless slug-lords and criminal syndicates. The production of battle droids was a staple of the Trade Federation, and they couldn't allow another rival in that industry.

"While, Her Excellency of Sriluur has a noticeable industry in battle-droid production. There are other partners within this room that could facilitate the right investments into droid production across a wide swade of the Confederacy, if they would be willing to negotiate on purchasing price and exact investments." The Neimoidian interjected for a moment to seize the opportunity for his patrons within the Trade Federation.

 

[Zenva Vrotoa]

The crimson skinned alien continued to study the woman seated before her. One hairless eyebrow quirked up for a brief moment as the woman rose to greet her, gesturing towards an open chair. Only once the Vice-Head finished speaking did Zenva finally react, once again her horned head dipped forward slightly in a bow. Her caustic yellow-red eyes never leaving the Falleen. Her face could have been made from porcelain for all the emotion she showed.

The Zabrak slithered into the open chair with a serpentine grace, a long practiced, and carefully cultivated skill. One powerful leg slipped through the slit in her dress to fold across the knee of the other, flashing more sanguine skin and whirling ebony tattoos. She spoke for a few moments in the sharp language of her people. It's hard, aggressive sounds made almost casual by her relaxed tone. A moment later the Droid behind her spoke, "Her Excellency is most pleased her Investments, and dedication to the Confederacy is well remembered. She wishes to assure you, Madam Speaker, that transportation is of minimal concern. She wishes to remind the Confederacy that her company is primarily based in Star Ship production. With rare exceptions, the whole of her Fleets, both the commercial shipping Fleet, and the Vrotoa Clan's military forces, are at your disposal."

The Neimoidian spoke up, drawing Zenva's corrosive gaze after only a moment of hesitation. Coal painted lips curled into a smile once more before she responded. Something of a chuckle escaped her near the end of a few sentences. Her smile, and almost dry laugh suggesting she assumed herself if nothing else. Again her Droid translated for her after a momentary pause. "Battle Droid Production is a supplemental piece of Lady Vrotoa's companies. A growth, and expansion resulting directly from sales of Military class Starships to the Confederacy. Without renewed orders for B-1 units however, her facilities are being put towards less profitable activities. Furthermore."

"Toys." Zenva's voice interrupted her Droid's translation suddenly. "Without Confederacy contracts to occupy production time, I've been making toys for my amusement." Zenva's words were spoken in Galactic Basic, the words rolling from her tongue with a faint accent but were otherwise flawless. The Zabrak's smile deepened, pearlescent teeth contrasting sharply against her dark complexion. "Starships. Vehicles. Small arms and Personal Armor. Droids of any description. I have a number of casinos, and resorts. The list goes on, Governor. Perhaps you have needs I can help satisfy, hmm?"

Again Zenva's sharp teeth flashed in a smile before her attention returned to the woman across the desk. Her smile melting after a moment as she resumed studying the Falleen. It's like looking at a fun house mirror, just shaded green, she mused before she spoke once more. "I would very much enjoy discussing new opportunities, Madam Speaker." She said, the pleasure in her tone making it clear she chose to return to the mask of neutrality she held while watching the Falleen.

Xazzex Xivar
Sentapoth Findos

 

[Xazzex Xivar]

Office of the Vice-Head & Speaker of The Confederacy
Rothana​

Xazzex regarded the Neimoidian thoughtfully with the man's surprisingly well-assured response. He spoke of backers and deriving his authority from them with no suggestion of personal ambition; if anything it spoke of a vacuous space where little creative energy might reside. Still, he was of sound mind and knew where his boundaries lie... the Governor wasn't a hopeless cause. "This Confederacy is about results, Governor. You and yours can rest assured they will not be disappointed, if they enter into partnership with us." They would need to put in a little effort on their own, of course; Xazzex and even the Viceroy were not about to do all the work.

The Vice-Head of the Confederacy settled back into her chair half a moment after Zenva. A gesture of recognizing the other woman's station and her expectation of respect, but not about to show deference or meekness no matter how bombastic her carriage. They might just be two of a kind.

Ship production was a costly endeavor requiring considerable resources and personnel, to say nothing of security. Rothana had a shipyard or two of its own, but when fashioning a fleet or an armada one could never have too many. A little competition went a long way to reaping the greatest bounty as well.

The Falleen's sharp eyes shifted slightly in the Governor's direction when he spoke up. Other partners in the room? An ambiguous statement one could read too far into suggesting the Trade Federation thought itself separate from and in competition with the Confederacy; it would be bold indeed for such 'partners' to try to undermine the Confederacy in the Vice-Head's own office. Very bold. And deadly.

Yet, the man did say it could spur investments across the Confederacy. No need to read too much into the statement then. Not yet. Perhaps the man was just eager to stake his claim in case Xazzex had intended for a different partner to be brought in on this potential, lucrative deal.

Lady Vrotoa spoke once more and the slight shift in attention returned to the crimson woman across from Xazzex.

While this Confederacy did not have plans for a massive droid army, they were not prepared to abandon something that required no food, water, or rest. There were plenty of uses for the mechanical terrors even for security or war. Zenva may find the orders of B-1's not quite as endless as the last Confederacy, but they should be of sufficient volume to sate her profit margins if that was truly where she wished to return.

No comment was made concerning the playful banter Zenva had for Sentapoth. After all, Xazzex could learn just as much from hearing his response as Zenva would. If he'd truly meant what was said earlier, however, she doubted it would garner any more favorable a response. Then again, once you identified someone's vice things that were once impossible became possible.

"Your 'Toys' may find as steady a production as the droids, Baroness, if they meet our needs. Wild Space is aptly named, and while we aren't so foolhardy to think to police space managed by our neighboring Hutts, there is a great deal of environmental and military hazards to navigate in the region. Eventually some of those distant coalitions in the galaxy may even think to secure our means of production for their own purposes. Let me assure you both, this Confederacy will not bend its neck."

"But don't let me bore you with talk of lofty visions. What is it the Confederacy can do for you?" They wanted something in return for this partnership didn't they? Credits, obviously, but perhaps something more substantive? Something worth its weight in credits? What agenda did they have in the region?

Sentapoth Findos | Zenva Vrotoa​

 

[Sentapoth Findos]

Xazzex Xivar Zenva Vrotoa

The Neimoidian paused in quiet reflection for a moment, aware that any prospective business arrangement established during this meeting would undergo meticulous examination by the Trade Federation Directorate. This awareness seemed to heighten the tension of the encounter, as revealing excessive information to either the Baroness of Sriluur or the Vice-Head of State could lead to consequences not only for himself but also the Planet of Abrion Major.

Beside beings a major agricultural planet, it also housed a formidable weapons manufacturing facility which was just starting to produce weaponry for any potential wars the Confederacy would undertake following the departure of the Mandalorian Enclave.

The Zabrak's reply was mostly predictable to him; however, Zenva Vrotoa took the initiative to express her own views rather than allowing the protocol droid to dominate the conversation. This approach suggested that she might be employing the droid as a strategic decoy, aiming to lead her adversaries to underestimate her capabilities when it came to open and clear communication.

" Perhaps I do, Your Excellency. But you would not be the first to offer such services nor the first I have declined. " Sentapoth maintained an open-ended response, subtly indicating to her that the Neimoidian would not appear desperate or needy, while alluding to alternative partners capable of providing similar services. His attention was then grabbed by the Falleen - who returned the conversation into a simple question for the both of them, what could the Confederacy provide them.

" The Confederacy has done more than enough for the Planet of Abrion Major, by answering my previous inquries. It would be unacceptable for us to demand anything else from a new government " He explained his message through a gentle hand gesture, fully aware that any further requests could lead to his entanglement in debts and obligations, which would not be advantageous for his benefactors.

 

[Zenva Vrotoa]

The Neimoidian spoke, Zenva's hairless eyebrow quirked up in response. She only glanced at him from the corner of her eye, not actually turning to look at the male. She chuckled softly at his reply, and spoke once more in her native language. Her hand waved through the air almost dismissively before her attention returned to the woman across from her. She continued to speak for a few moments before gesturing for her Droid to step forward.

As the Droid moved to obey, it translated it's Mistress's words. "Her Excellency expresses regret that you have limited interest in her services, Governor. If you desire, I am able to provide contact information for her Excellency, should you wish to discuss how she might be of service in the future." The Droid continued forward to place a datapad on the edge of the Vice-Head's desk.

"For you, Madam Speaker, this is a revision of the original contracts with Vrotoa Industries and it's affiliated interests. Please feel free to review them before signing. It calls for the production of one hundred thousand B-1 units per quarter Standard Galactic year. Additional contracts are available within the datapad to include production of a Multi-Munitions Rifle for said Droids, allowing us to deliver them combat ready. Please note, we will also require private Hangar Allocations and Secure Storage Facilities, on the Confederacy's Capital world, which will be staffed and secured by Vrotoa Industries personnel to ensure the safety of our products and ease of delivery. Additionally, as a Military Contact, our shipments are to be exempt from civilian customs. We will not allow unauthorized persons to potentially tamper with Military equipment. Finally, her Excellency wishes to assure you, these contracts have the endorsement of the Hutt Clans. No Vrotoa Industries transport will ever be threatened within Hutt Space."

The Droid bowed it's head, stepping backwards without turning until it was behind Zenva once more. Clearly she hadn't said anywhere near that much, the Droid providing more context than the crimson woman had. After a momentary pause, Zenva spoke again, her tone warmer than the numb expression she wore. "Of course, since I am here, I would be overjoyed to tell you about some of my new products. I'm certain we can drew up some documents, Madam Speaker."

Xazzex Xivar
Sentapoth Findos

 

[Xazzex Xivar]

Office of the Vice-Head & Speaker of The Confederacy
Rothana​

Xazzex afford the Neimoidian a thin smile. A inquiry or two on which departments to lean on for greasing the wheels was all Abrion Major desired at this point in time? Conservative. Cautious. Calculating. The Speaker would have to warn the rest about such proclivities. Obviously, she would expect a great deal more, and perhaps it was a failure on Abiron Major's part in designating whom to send. Though that too might be deliberate, but only reinforced the idea they sought to avoid risk rather than embrace it. They were a people not to be pushed to strive for more than they sought -- or at least people shouldn't set their expectations too high. That could change, of course. One always had to prod others to gauge whether the winds had shifted.

Golden rings shifted to regard the datapad that the droid deposited. Xazzex's eyes smiled across at the red Baroness afterward. The edge of the desk. Zenva's edge. Now why would a powerful woman's servant make her conversation partner reach across their own desk for the legal fine print? The Falleen understood the gesture, but took the opportunity to listen to the droid prattle rather than bow over the symbol of her own authority.

One hundred thousand B-1 units per quarter? An entire unit, roughly two corps in size. Armament optional. Quite the request on the Confederacy's part, but the Vice-Head's countenance did not balk in the face of it. Current plans didn't rely heavily on droids, but neither did they escew them entirely -- they had plans to secure Wild Space so perhaps such quantity might work in their favor.

And to facilitate all of this? Private accommodations on the Capital. Very private. Exceedingly private. Why, a person could sneak an invasion force with so little oversight and the expectation of mass 'troop' movements. Well, she had said 'civilian' customs. Something to negotiate over.

"Regarding the private allocations, facilities, and matters of inspections, I hope the datapad will contain the lot size necessary for such accommodations. I would have the requirements evaluated to ensure an appropriate site is available before I made any hasty commitments." There was a little more to it. Not much. Just your standard checks to make sure you weren't inviting the leviathan into your bed. Zenva also wouldn't want to enter into an agreement the Confederacy literally couldn't fulfill either, so in the end it benefited them both.

"In the meantime, I would enjoy hearing about your new products, Baroness. The threat landscape of the galaxy is changing every day; one must always be prepared."

Sentapoth Findos | Zenva Vrotoa​

 

[Zenva Vrotoa]

Coal painted lips curled into a smile, pearlescent serrated teeth contrasting sharply against the dark complexion of the Zabrak. Zenva spoke, still choosing her native language in spite of her obvious ability to speak the common tongue. She spoke a few sentences, perhaps a little more, making a show of lacing her fingers together and setting them in her lap as she did. The stilleto clad foot hovering in the air bounced now and then, a pleased reflex she wasn't consciously aware of.

Behind her the Droid gestured towards the datapad as it translated her words. "The current revision of the contract dictates multiple smaller delivers throughout the production quarter. Ten shipments of ten thousand units to be exact. While in transport containers this should be relatively easy to store and gives the Confederacy time to decide when and where to distribute it's forces. There are minimal expectation of facilities within the documents, particularly regarding the Spaceport requirements of our Freighters and anticipated requirements of storage for so many units. This arrangement allows Vrotoa Industries to maintain a smaller footprint and reduces her Excellency's labor costs. A win-win as the saying goes."

The Zabrak's shoulders rolled in a shrug of sorts, her head tipping to one side slightly. "Yes, that." She said in sharply accented Basic. "I am certain you will want time to review the specifics in private. I'm told it's all very complicated." Her right hand came up suddenly, waving dismissively through the air before folding back into the other on her lap. "But this is old business. Let us speak of new business. As I said, I produce many things, Madam Speaker. Star Ships are my specialty, and I do have a new model of Droid Interceptor that might be of interest to the Confederacy. It's no Tri-Droid but, personally I use them as protection for Transports, and heavy bombers, and the like, things with actually people. I did also bring a pair of my newest Combat Droid, they are outside if you should desire to inspect them. They are specifically designed to crew and defend the Star Ships my companies produce, but they are easily reprogrammed." Zenva's hairless brows rose abruptly, a little sound of excitement escaping her. "Something that might interest you specifically, Madam Speaker, I have recently created a line of Luxury Speeders for persons of status such as ourselves. Rancor Leather interiors, and so many bells and whistles. They are both stylish and uniquely resilient. I could have mine brought to the front if you should desire to see one. All that said, I would hear what you forsee our Confederacy requiring, my Lady."

Xazzex Xivar
Sentapoth Findos

 

[Xazzex Xivar]

Office of the Vice-Head & Speaker of The Confederacy
Rothana​

Xazzex wore a shadow of a smile and nodded as if what the Droid had to say held weight. Obviously the woman had programmed it to deliver extended explanations and responses to less critical matters. No doubt she enjoyed not saying a single word in Basic to those she regarded contemptuously. Well, the Falleen could appreciate a power play.

With the strictly business recitation finished, Zenva deemed Xazzex worthy of more direct interaction once more. She hadn't even needed to dismiss 'Old Business' aloud for Xazzex to pick up on where the woman's interests truly lay. The Droids were an excuse. A wedge to try and get in the door by invoking tradition and past relations. In short order, the crimson woman laid out a few products that genuinely held her interest. Dismissing the opportunity to learn more of the other products would terminate their conversation immediately, Xazzex wagered.

Golden eyes regarded the woman with a little more interest, herself, in higher end products being discussed. There could be uses for them. Droids were quaint, but ultimately not something to pin your empire -- Confederacy -- on. The smile grew when Zenva offered something personally of interest. A Luxury Speeder? There was no law against the Vice Head arriving in style. With the work Vemric Keldra foisted on her, a few perks were to be expected.

"It would be a shame to miss an opportunity to see your work personally," the Falleen agreed with a nod. Visually appraising the Combat Droid would do more than letters and number on a datapad; and the Luxury Speeder needed no elaboration.

Slowly, Xazzex rose from her seat. There was no need for them to remain seated when there'd be plenty of time to banter as they casually made their way out front. A silent gesture with one hand offered for Zenva to accompany her. Whether Sentapoth thought to do the same, time would tell. "The Confederacy will secure our economic zone by whatever means necessary, Baroness. Freedom for Planets and Corporations to conduct their business in a manner that elevates us all goes without question -- a stark contrast to the Mandalorian Enclave that thought to impose a militaristic dominance over everything in sight." She'd make no effort to rush down any corridors as they spoke. If necessary, Xazzex would even stop to ensure there was enough time for them to converse. "The galaxy is in chaos. Empire rise and fall at a rate not seen since the foundation of the first Republic. This Confederacy is aware of threats within and without that could undermine our mutual interests, and will take steps to crush them. Enterprising people like yourself, Baroness," and she would even acknowledge the Neimoidian if he'd accompanied them as the Trade Federation was nothing to scoff at, "will provide the means to see that will manifest. Compensated for their generous contributions, of course."

Zenva Vrotoa | Sentapoth Findos​

 

[Zenva Vrotoa]

The Zabrak's sharp toothed smile was warm and seemingly held genuine excitement when she spoke of her products, even if there was an air of smug self satisfaction in her tone. She made little effort to mask that she wanted more than a renewed order of bland Droids. It was profitable to a degree, but not when compared to orders for Capitol Ships and Luxury Speeders. Xazzex seemed to respond favorable enough, slowly rising from her seat to accept the Zabrak's invitation.

Zenva didn't waste a moment, almost rolling from her chair and turning towards the doorway in a single spinning motion. She paused leaning towards the Neimoidian slightly, a wide smile still on her plump black lips. She spoke again in the savage tongue of her people, her dominant hand patting her thigh twice before she started towards the hallway. The Golden Droid waiting in the corner would exit the room after it's Mistress and the Vice-Head, waiting only a few moments to translate her words to the Governor. "Her Excellency encourages you to accompany the Ladies as they walk. Please do feel obligated to accept her invitation, Governor Findos."

In the brief moment Zenva and Xazzex stood alone in the hallway, a faint laugh escaped the Crimson skinned alien. "That is not what I said." She murmured softly before turning to face the speaking Falleen properly. Again Zenva's hands folded in front of her, long digits interlocking as if to keep her own hands still. She listened in silence for a time, smiling softly, until she was acknowledged as an enterprising individual. Her smile broadened immediately, serrated teeth gleaming, and finally gestured for the group to move on if Xazzex didn't start forward with immediacy. Her Droids were stationed at the nearest intersection, in opposite corners, but very nearby all the same. It wouldn't take overly long, even slowing Zenva's impressive stride to a measured walk in her heels.

She spoke as they walked, not taking her attention away from the emerald skinned woman she spoke with for even a moment. She was careful to match the woman's pace, something that was easy enough to follow even slowed by her own choice in attire. "I am pleased to hear you are aware of the threats of our chaotic galaxy, Madam Speaker. I trust this means you are at least somewhat versed in the Confederacy's military capabilities. I speak of the B-Series Droids in this moment. You know, the Clankers, very effective as formation Infantry, competent enough at a number of military tasks, but rather boring if we are honest."

As they reached the first intersection her dominant hand waved through the air as she spoke a few words in her native language once more. The pair of Combat Droids she had left waiting flowed into motion immediately. Their more humanoid design, and electromagnetic socket joints allowing them to move their heavy bodies with a level of grace far beyond the stiff movements of a typical Droid. The pair moved to the center of the chamber, and stood not unlike soldiers at attention. The rifles in their hands were held perfectly at their center line, barrels towards the floor.

Again Zenva spoke a few sentences in her mother tongue as she slowly started to circle the pair of Droids. Behind them, her Golden Droid translated for her and again clearly added context to her words. "These are the Vrotoa Industries Series One Marine Droid. The weapons they hold are the same proposed in our current contract. The Confederacy will receive one hundred thousand of these rifles to arm your B-1 units, or distribute as necessary. They are a combination of Blaster Rifle with assault capability and a built in Flechette Launcher. One of many Vrotoa Industries Affiliated Products, and one her Excellency can easily produce at your discretion."

Zenva's hand came up suddenly, as she spoke again. "Yes, that, and if we are to continue in that same spirit of honesty, I do not deal in boring. I say Star Ships are my specialty, but if we are honest, that is only for profit. I deal in style, and purpose, and as of late, some toys, yes." A small laugh escaped the Zabrak. "Would you like to take a moment to inspect these, Madam Speaker, or shall we continue?" Still Zenva circled her Droids in a slow figure eight formation, her attention wholly focused on the Falleen.


Xazzex Xivar

 

[Xazzex Xivar]

Office of the Vice-Head & Speaker of The Confederacy
Rothana​

Xazzex smiled mirthlessly with the Zabrak's quip about what the Droid had relayed. Not because it was unappreciated. If anything, a Falleen could appreciate a good joke at someone else's expense. Nevertheless, despite the Neimoidian reputation, they had assembled a Trade Federation and that body was something not to take lightly. So while personally she might be amused, there'd be no open laughter at the man's expense. She still wasn't absolutely certain whether his behavior was genuine or a well-practiced facade. Or perhaps he was some sort of test by the Federation. Xazzex despised when people tested -- scrutinized -- her quality.

"Well tested. Well understood. That makes them a known quantity to both sides, which can be disadvantageous in the face of cunning adversaries," Xazzex agreed with the Zabrak's statement of the Clankers as boring. A tactical assessment that should answer Zenva's question about the Falleen's awareness of the Confederacy's military capabilities. Logistics were a staple to a successful campaign. Imagine Falleen Pirates if they weren't properly regimented -- they'd take away only a fraction of what they normally would.

Soon enough, they came upon the two droids and her golden eyes beheld Zenva's creation. They looked like a credible threat, if the Baroness thought to do something reckless. Xazzex didn't casually stroll out to meet potentially hostile combat droids, however. Nor was she half as toothless as people thought, being someone of soft power. Sometimes you had to get your hands dirty.

Distributing them as necessary was an appreciated statement. No need for Zenva to dictate how the product is used, after all. Long as it wasn't turned back against her. The Speaker certainly could see a place for the merchandise as well. Just because they had a few choice partners already -- one in particular -- didn't mean the Confederacy couldn't use more. A single company, no matter how large, could only produce so much product. The more companies, the more lines of manufacturing, the more diversity in supply... Ultimately, all that remain was ensuring a deal that wouldn't leave them worse off than without it.

"B-Series droids are often, as you said, formation infantry. Bulk produced and dangerous in number, but not durable. Threats of late include factions that use asymmetric warfare or are dedicated to a life of war. How capable would these units be protecting high value targets from being neutralized, in the fact of such firepower?" They may not make up the bulk of an army, but there were key personnel that needed protected. These high-end models might be quite useful in that regard.

Zenva Vrotoa | Sentapoth Findos​

 

[Zenva Vrotoa]

Zenva's coal painted lips seemed locked in a smile, serrated teeth flashing now and then, as the Crimson Devil walked with the emerald skinned Vice-Head of the Confederacy. In her mind, she had crafted an excellent opportunity to improve her own status and wealth, and she was clearly enjoying the moment. "Exactly right, Madam Speaker." Her voice ringing with growing excitement as they approached the first product the Zabrak wanted to show off. "And as you have said, our enemies are evolving continuously."

Xazzex stopped some distance back from the Zabrak and her Combat Droids, not unexpected, but it deepened the Zabrak's smile all the same. She found the longer she was in the Vice-Head's company the more she liked the young woman. Zenva's slow circling of the Droids stopped abruptly as Xazzex asked her question. Hairless eyebrows wrinkled into a serious expression as the Zabrak pointed a finger at the Vice-Head. She spoke a few words in her native tongue, a laugh escaping her as she did.

The Golden plated Droid that had been following behind them stepped closer to the Vice-Head. Behind her, and to her left without becoming intimately close. It's cheerful synthetic voice chipping as it translated her words. "Her Excellency is most pleased with your question, Madam Speaker. She praises your insight and inquisitive nature."

Again Zenva's voice barked out a few words in her native tongue. The Combat Droids on either side of her slide into motion immediately. They moved to her left side, rifles snapping up to aim down a mostly empty hallway. Their bodies shifted, one almost kneeling while the other stood broadly to form a near perfect wall of Durasteel between Zenva and her imaginary threat. A series of low clicks emanated from them as their heads and rifles swiveled slowly from side to side. "Filtering. Filtering. Negative threat detected." One of them croaked in a deep, faintly male, synthetic voice.

Zenva flashed a smile, turning to tap a single black lacquered fingernail against different spots on the Droids head and back while she spoke. An oddly metallic rasp accompanying each placement of the Zabrak's claw. "The clicking you might be able to hear is sonar mapping coming from this antenna, the other is for their encrypted comm-links. They are also filtering through ultraviolet and thermal spectrums in unison with visual data. All told, there is little that can hide from my Marines. Their armor is well placed, thick Durasteel, with sharp angles to help deflect weaker Blasters and Solid munitions. Multi-targeting systems, and a built-in mobility system give them exceptional mobility and speed in zero gravity environments. As they are designed to allow for fully autonomous Starships, it becomes advantageous to turn off gravity generators. Parade rest."

The moment she said those last words, her Droids stepped apart and returned to their waiting position with rifles pointed at the ground. She turned back to the Speaker of the Confederacy, a warm smile once more on her plump black lips. "These are not designed specifically for personal security, but they are well suited to defending one's personal Starship. They excel at manning weapons stations, piloting, and numerous other stations all handled with inhuman reflexes. They are heavy and a little slow for it while on a planet, but if something for your own protection is desired, perhaps you might like something closer to a Footman like F-three there. He is arguably more effective at such a task." She gestured towards the Golden Droid behind the Vice-Head.

Xazzex Xivar

 

[Xazzex Xivar]

Office of the Vice-Head & Speaker of The Confederacy
Rothana​

Unlike before, Xazzex's golden rings shifted slightly to the left when the droid spoke. Why was it still with her? Why was it behind her instead of in front to reflect the speaker's voice properly? Why was it behind her, and closer now, at all? Zenva might not appreciate the Speaker's paranoia nor wrath if things were more than they seemed. Though it couldn't be an attempt at abduction, could it? Foolish to put her on guard so soon after leaving the office if the intent was to get her to that vehicle outside.

Her eyes snapped back to the combat droids when they took positions.

The demonstration was most informative, and under different circumstances might have been captivating. Xazzex, however, didn't allow herself the luxury of becoming engrossed. Everything the Zabrak said, however, registered all the same, but a certain situational awareness seemed prudent. Why? Call it an ambitious Falleen's prerogative.

"Really?" Xazzex smiled despite wanting to twist the droid's head off before it had the chance to strike first. "And what makes him so effective at the task?" Perhaps the two of them had made, and were constantly re-evaluating, precise maneuvers in the hallway. Hardly an opportune place for a skirmish -- for the Vice-Head. Though overall a poor location for an assassination either; not if they thought to escape unharmed. So, for now, the math worked out in favor of remaining open to her new friend's continued discourse.

Zenva Vrotoa​

 

[Zenva Vrotoa]

Zenva's wicked grin sharpened, her pearlescent teeth contrasting sharply against her dark face. The obvious tension in the Falleen was like ambrosia for the Crimson Devil's very soul. While Zenva's opinion of the woman might have been a positive one, she couldn't help but enjoy causing her a moment of discomfort. It wasn't done with malicious intent, or even conscious effort, but the twisted Zabrak found pleasure in it all the same. Causing disquiet was something her kind often did simply because of their appearance, and Zenva had learned long ago to revel in it.

Stepping forward, the Zabrak's dominant hand came up to gesture her Droid forward. "This once you may cross in front of her, F-three. Come here." The Golden Droid marched forward wordlessly to stand in front of it's Mistress. She spoke a word in her native language once again as her off hand flicked towards the hallway to her left. In response, the Droid's hands straightened before folding at the wrist to lay flat against the underside of it's thickly plated forearms. A small barrel extended from each wrist as it leveled it's arms down the same hallway the Combat Droids had pointed their rifles.

"Let us start with its appearance. The Baroness Series Footman Droid is not particularly dangerous in its design, looking much like a thin and perhaps flimsy Protocol Droid. In fact, they are made of some of the most durable and expensive materials in the galaxy. Each one is designed to last more than one thousand years of service to the family it is programmed to serve, and is intended to be the perfect companion. F-three maintains my wardrobe, prepares meals, drives, and more as I require of him. Aside from a wonderful range of sensors, and software packages including matrial arts, and weapons handling software, the Baroness Series is equipped with twin Miniaturized Rail Cannons, which he is displaying now. I don't imagine my Marines would survive more than a few rounds from F-three if I am honest. Of course, he wouldn't survive their Flechette Launchers for very long either."

Zenva's laughter rang through the chamber as she waved her hand in a dismissive gesture in front of her Droid. The Golden Droid immediately returned its hands to their original configuration before turning to move behind the Zabrak, and clearing her path as quickly as it could. "Unfortunately, F-three is a personal gift from a private collection. I would be more than pleased to design a private line for yourself, should you desire, Madam Speaker." As she spoke the last, the Zabrak's bizarre yellow-red eyes closed, her head dipping forward, one clawed hand spread across her abdomen. A bow of sorts.

Xazzex Xivar