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I See a Blood Moon Rising [Mandalorian Dominion of Gromas]

GROMAS

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Situated just outside the Mid-Rim, the great gas giant known as Gromas was the premier destination for a rare
and precious metallic ore that when harvested turned into the extremely durable metal known as Phrik. Orbiting the
rotund ball of fumes and cosmic smoke were the thirty plus functional moons that were the true lifeblood of the system.
In an effort to become a leading competitor and re-seller of these Phrikite rich mines, many investors sought to lay hold
on the riches of the veins of this popular and coveted ore. While the world sat in unaffiliated space these details were left out
of the major factions and their continued advances to dig immaterial digits into the cosmos grasping for more territory under
their respective influence. This ignorance of the planet however was about to change.




A triple blink of starlight flashes produced the exit of the hyperlane used to traverse from Manda'yaim towards the cross-section of three major galactic trails that ran back and forth to section off this untouched and untapped piece of real estate. A smaller fleet, not intending to fight an invasion in the stars lumbered in ponderous movement towards the site of a conglomeration of lunar landing points that meandered around the giant hub of gas clouds that formed Gromas proper. By means of escort, two support frigates balanced the arrival of a Mandal Motors workhorse known as the Bison. The flanking Hokaanir-class frigates moved in tandem with the Bison as the crew focusing their attention to lay claim to these rich resource moons and further expand the region of territory in this sector of the black. The three ships edged through space in silence, barely firing thrusters while the activity inside for preparations was in full swing.

:: Prep hangar thirteen, and seven for immediate departure. Collaborate with the engineering teams heading for the border moons, and make sure they get readings back for the dry docks. I want a list of all present companies not accounted for on the holonet on my datapad within the hour. :: Azrael said while he stood of a trio of holo-screens. The beskar'gam shining a bright holographic blue as he talked with those in the fleet aboard either flanking frigate, and those he'd put in charge of the various hangars that inhabited the behemoth Bison. Digits of his right hand called up the main screen before him - as the bay window transformed into a mass of information on the moons and the planet itself. They obviously weren't going to land on the gas giant, but they would focus their fleet on orbiting it while they put patrol crafts and shuttles onto the moons in a systematic array. Personally Azrael preferred to be hands on, and not sit on a throne star-gazing. He'd learned a lot from Gil, in his time spent at Mandal Motors as the man's apprentice, and he wanted to fuel that work that his Buir put so much effort into.

Switching channels - Azrael called up the feed to Mandal Hypernautics as they would be instrumental in establishing joint bases with both the vode for protection, but also the secondary reason for their arrival here - the acquisition of minerals and resources that would only aide their culture.

"Oya, vod. We're preparing our test runs for the border moons. I'll need you and yours to scan for untapped mines of both Phrikite and any other deposits that haven't been scanned in the last few centuries. If we happen to find a few more mines that we can stake a claim to, I don't have to tell you the revenue we'll generate from increased shipyard and manufacturing expansion." The message, a face to face (or rather face to visor) with [member="Captain Larraq"] of Hypernautics would ensure that they did their level best to find some new stakes in the galactic metal market. The one port he knew that they'd need to take their time with however was the Blood Moon; Gromas 16. It was notably one of the largest sources of Phrikite in the Galaxy to date, and there were already bidders on that world, and mining operations in play. For right now he wasn't going to charge in - but secure the other moons, and present the united front to those working on Gromas 16 in order to be a more convincing approach for expansion into that particular field of interest.


[member="Captain Larraq"] | [member="Strider Garon"] | [member="Ordo"] | [member="Kila Cadau"] | [member="Muad Dib"] | [member="Ginnie Ordo"] | [member="Anastasia Rade"] | [member="Arrbi Betna"] | [member="Anija Ordo"] | [member="Vilaz Munin"] | [member="Nolan Detta"] | [member="Davin Skirata"] | [member="Solare Moneta"] | [member="Kraigmiir Hijiin"] | [member="Mike Skirata"] | [member="Xalus"] | [member="Arla Balor"] | [member="Kad Tor"] | [member="Chloe Kandossii"] | [member="Evi Sohl"]

Mohc Extractives
[member="Ayden Cater"] | [member="Danger Arceneau"] | [member="Dissero"] | [member="Valik"] | [member="Darth Odium"] | [member="Mrrew"]​
OOC Note:
Two stories are going on here at once. The Mandalorians are going to be occupied with forming bases, getting the fringe moons that surround the system under their control through exploration, base building and other activities. Meanwhile those from the Mohc are going to be doing a story thread on the Blood Moon itself. Please do not interfere with the story of the Blood Moon until it's brought to your character's attention.​
 
Location: Aboard the Bison, hangar bay 5
Designation: Ori'ramikad Commander
Objective: On standby, Ready to go


Strider Garon and his Ori'ramikad lingered in the Bison's hangar bay 5's ready area. The squad of highly trained mandalorian super commandos were on standby for rapid deployment and prepped and well equipped to handle most situations that could arise from such a delicate situation. With in that hangar they had access to gunships for landfall operations and they had boarding crafts if the need arises that they were to be playing pirates.

Strider had his helmet off, his favorite dilnlexan cigar propped in his mouth and half lit. It was the simple things in life that had kept the old warrior going. His cigar, alcohol, women and war. The necessities of a great life, or in Strider's beliefs. It was more of just a surprise he has lived this long and long enough to plague the galaxy with his seed. Garon looked at the young warriors before him and gave them a ossik like grin. Oh hell, a few of these lads could be offspring for all he knew. He treated them as if they were his own flesh and blood either way.

"Double, triple check your gear Vode!" The crusty veteran bellowed from the side of mouth while holding onto his cigar with his lips on the other side. It wasn't like he had to remind them how to do their jobs, they were the elite of a race breed for battle. It was his voice he knew they needed to hear. He remembered when he was a young pup and bracing for combat. There was nothing more soothing then your commander's voice there and then. Even surpassed one's mother in the hierarchy of importance.

 
Betna yawned and stretched a bit. Sure, the Mandalorians generally ran in guns blazing first and foremost and, sure, they generally preferred a good scrap over a conference discussion, but sometimes you had to sit back and try a different option from time to time. In this case, instead of scanning or attacking or guarding something, he was here with his wife to do a little buying.

Between contracts, work, and generally saving and earning money, the two had saved up a great deal. Mandal Hypernautics paid well, as did mercenary and bounty hunting work. In fact, between that and what the Protectors had been doing, there was plenty to go around. As such, they, and the Protectors, were in the market for some new acquisitions. Specifically, they were looking for other resources to put to use for Mandalore's protection. The resource in question here? Phrik.

They were here for the Phrik in the system. Granted, it wasn't as powerful as, say, Beskar, but it was more common and still highly versatile. They could make similar items out of Phrik and save the Beskar for more important projects, thereby cutting down on the beskar used. It was a win-win situation with the Mandos and the Mandalorian Protectors coming out on top.

That said, they still had to buy the mines they needed, which would be interesting. Betna could negotiate, but he'd leave that up to Anija today. Half because she could use her feminine wiles to negotiate a better price, something he definitely couldn't do, and half because after an hour of haggling Betna was more liable to use his sidearm to negotiate over pricing.

[member="Anija Ordo"]
[member="Arrbi Betna"]
[member="Atin Kandossii"]
[member="Ember Rekali"]
[member="Evi Sohl"]
[member="Jaden Taacyn"]
[member="Mia Monroe"]
[member="Nolan Detta"]
[member="Olivia Dem'adas"]
[member="Shaw McKeller"]
[member="Siobhan Kerrigan"]
[member="Vilaz Munin"]
[member="Naast'ika Laaran"]
 
Sitting in his Galaar-class shuttle, high above Gromas 16, Thryk was drinking something that would probably give a lesser furball convulsions. This ship was beautiful, and he'd spent the trip here from Keldabe trying to learn operational boundaries, so he could push them later. He'd gotten rid of much of the rather spartan furniture inside the sleek vessel. A new paint job wouldn't be out of place, but that'd have to wait until after this.

He leaned back on the couch he'd put in, grinning to himself, and keying the comm. A holo of [member="Azrael"] came up. Thryk saluted lazily from his seat, and greeted him, "Oya, Manda'lor!"
 
The soft glow of his HUD lit his scar riddled visage as he sat in the back of a drop ship. His plain grey clan skin was worn in memory of his brother and sister even now as he sat in silent contemplation of the last time he had been on a drop ship with his vode. His old CM fragstorm was the only gear he had taken from his old kit and it rested butt down on the deck between his feet. The steady vibration of the frigate softly reminding him that he loved space travel nearly as much as he loved farming.

He stretched out in the force breifly to feel the moons below and quickly withdrew as his mind brushed that of others he had rather not deal with today. This was a mission to establish bases, he was a Mando grunt, that is all he needed to do this time. He had determined to keep helping his brothers whether they knew it or not and thats what he would do. No glory, no prestige, no clearing his name, just doing his best for the people he had loved as his own for so long.

He looked over at a new vod, his plain white armor evidence that he was sticking to an old tradition that most didn't remember. Ordo reached over and punched the young man's shoulder plate lightly.

"First drop ner vod?"

"Aye, me dah let me transfer from the red legion."

"How old are you ad'ike."

"Seventeen, but I was sixteen when the legion went to Telos."

Ordo did his best to remember that he wasn't any older when he had started his life as a Mando, but seventeen sounded so shabla young now.

"Stay close Vod'ika I'll see you have backup today. I've been doing this for a while."

"Why are you still an initiate if you're a vetran."

"Not everyone can be at the top ner vod. Sometimes good followers are better to have than a host of leaders."

"Well, vor'e then Vod."

"No worries, ad'ika."
 

Darth Odium

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He himself sat at a desk in a small corner office of the mining facility his gloved hands tapped the desk rhythmically as he looked at the holodisplay of the ships that had just dropped from hyperspace. He had known they would come, and in truth he cared little. The mine was of next to no importance to him now. Even as he sat waiting to sell his share his ship was being loaded with two modest crates of refined ore. Just enough for his master's new pets and herself. A meeting was planned with [member="Danger Arceneau"] though whether she was bold enough to come or send a proxy was of little concern. He was here for another reason as well. His former "Dark Lord", the terrible beast, was out there somewhere and he would be watching through the force to see just what he truly was. He hoped he wouldn't be disappointed.
 
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BLOOD MOON


[member="Darth Odium"] would not wait long. The hiss of the doors would forewarn the arrival of the Trade Queen, full hips encased in a daring red dress that would hug her curves. Her heels would clip upon the polished steel deck, purpose in every stride. There wasn't much that would happen within Mandalorian territory that Danger didn't hold a measure of knowledge of. Her trade centers were a buzz of activity, and throughout that the movement of the Mandalorian fleet would giver her a certain amount of fairwarning.

A fairwarning she used to send out to each and every stockholder of Mohc Extractives for this present meeting.

"Welcome to the Blood Moon," she'd drawl out in greetings to those who would be in attendance. So far, it was just her and the Nautolan. Time to work quick.

"I hope the trip wasn't too difficult."


[member="Dissero"] [member="Valik"] [member="Mrrew"] [member="Darth Odium"] [member="Ayden Cater"]
 

Darth Odium

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[member="Danger Arceneau"]

He shook his head and smiled at the woman. Her business savvy was a widely accepted truth among many circles and he stood from the seat he had occupied to give an air of legitimacy to his ownership of the tenuous 10% of the mining company.

She was not Quinn was his first thought as he blinked his black eyes at the woman and activated the vocabulator that he used to communicate when he wanted to keep his force sensitivity to himself. He wondered what her self important mind would think of dealling with a being of his kind , and a part of him wondered what she would offer if he just decided to start ripping the life from her widely admired breast.

"Not difficult at all, madam." came the robotic mechanical voice as he extended a his black gloved hand and repressed his darker urges and decided to play the part of an enamored buffoon that could be swayed by crimson pursed lips and an overfilled corset. What beings saw in this woman was beyond him....weird.
 
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"Well, let's get down to the matter shall we?" she'd say, extending her hand out to greet [member="Darth Odium"]. "Danger Arceneau, Arceneau Trade Company." didn't hurt to be courteous -- especially since she had the desire to buy out that ten percent.

"A pleasure." she'd say, and that seemingly genuine smile would say so. "We are here to talk business, and considering that the Mandalorians are making a run for it... perhaps this should be done expeditiously before they arrive..."

She'd offer him a seat.

"I am willing to buy out your ten percent of Mohc Extractives for ten million credits - ten times the amount you paid for it in auction." granted he also tossed in the Sword of Ieldis --- but baby steps.

Baby steps.
 

Darth Odium

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[member="Danger Arceneau"]

He smiled shook her hand for a bit longer than was necessary and looked down at her ample bosom because she likely what mammals did and what she would expect. The urge to poke the things was strong and the question in his mind of whether they hurt her back was nearly uttered as he returned his focus to her face and faked ignorance.

"Will you indeed pay so much?" he asked as he withdrew his hand, "may I ask why you will pay so much for such a small percentage?"
 
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[member="Darth Odium"]

"Time is precious. Time is money. And my time is short --" oh she didn't miss his straying gaze. She was well used to it. He wasn't the only sapient who would linger in the handshake or with their eyes.

"As is yours. Ten million is more than enough to pay for your trouble and your time." she'd slip her hand from his and move over to the large boardroom table. There upon the holoarray, she'd press a small button. A sudden image of the Gromas system would bloom in holographic display. Small red dots would represent the Mandalorian fleet.

"We are well aware of where the Mandalorians stand in regards to certain individuals..." she'd drawl out, her green eyes flicking up to Darth Odium. As he did not buy under an alias, it was clear that public records would label him a Sith.

And the Mandalorians didn't enjoy dealing with Sith.

"To smooth things over... I figured ten million will do the job."
 
Mrrew's dark grey personal freighter was next to land in the landing bay of the Moch Extratives Headquarters on Gromas 16. Mrrew wasn't quite sure why he was here; his secretary droid didn't tell him much. Something about the ten percent of a Phrik company he'd bought awhile ago, and something about [member="Danger Arceneau"]. It wasn't much of a jump to think that Danger was wanting to buy his stock- he was pretty sure tthings like that was why she was so fething rich.

The Togorian strode through the main doors of the Headquarters, wearing all his normal gear, including his rifle slung on his back. Just in case. He had absaloutely no idea what was going on, but there was a lot of Mandalorians moving around. Which either meant someone was attacking, going to attack, or there was a sale on high powered assault rifles somewhere, Either way, he wanted to be prepared.

Mrrew was suprised to see someone other then Arceneau inside- also a Nautolan that looked just slightly familiar. Then again, they sort of all looked the same... The Togorian stood in front of the doorway for a moment, before stepping fully into the room. He still wasn'tquite sure what was going on, so he opted to just stay quiet until adressed... Eventually, one of them would tell him.
 

Darth Odium

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[member="Danger Arceneau"]

Her emerald ellipses flicked up to his red flecked obsidian orbs and he knew the proverbial "jig" was up. She had done her homework and his intel about her sharp mind proved true. He pulled each finger of his black gloves with a quick jerk, removed first one glove then the other and tucked them in his satchel.

<<I see there is no point in games, with you Miss Arceneau.>> he sent to her mind, <<Ten million credits mean nothing to me and you have no personal assets that are of any interest to me. You want the mine and i want something more real than some electronic number is a bank account i could easily take if i wanted it. What can you offer in trade for my measly ten percent?>>

He folded his hands in front of himself at waist hight and looked passed the image of the Mandalorian vessels to meet her gaze unflinching.
 
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[member="Darth Odium"] [member="Mrrew"]

It was then that the large broad form of the Togorian guildmaster of the Beast Hunter's guild arrived. Lucky that this conversation went to a more telepathic means.

​Then again, Danger wasn't one to really be receptive to mental persuasion. That involved talking the mental talk. But his expression relayed what would go unsaid.

"We'll get back to that..." she'd murmur with an arch of a brow, turning to greet [member="Mrrew"]. "Weclome Mistah Mrrew, always a pleasure." she'd wave towards a small bar.

"Forgive the circumstances, but the expansion of the Mandalorians towards Gromas warranted an impromptu meeting. " She'd say, adding, "Although my reason for this goes beyond that venture." She also was of the mind to purchase that other ten percent from Mrrew.

"My offer, were you to take it -- would see you paid ten times what you originally paid at auction." she'd tell him.
 
Looked like he was right. He didn't care much about the ten percent- other then the fact that it was a renewable source of credits. Stock was always good to have. Ten times what he paid for it, though? Ten million...? That would be a huge profit. However, he remembered the haggling game she'd played last time they'd met. If she wanted the stock enough, for whatever reasons, to call him all the way to Gromas 16, he had a feeling he could get more for it. Not that he would need more, but every credit stacks up. And why not? Worth a shot.

Mrrew's face displayed suprise. "Ten times? I wasn't aware my ten percent was worth that much."

[member="Danger Arceneau"] [member="Darth Odium"]
 
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@Mrrew @Darth Odium

A crooked smile would curve upon her lips. Ahh did he finally figure out the game? She would go to the bar to pour herself a drink.

"Depends on who you ask. The Mandalorians... or me?" she'd say turning over to look at the Togorian with that sassy smile. "Everything has a price. What determines that price is dependant on what it is worth to the one offering to buy it. " she would point over to that approaching fleet.

"For example... how much would Mohc Extractives be worth to the Mandalorians? How much do you believe they will be willing to pay for it... that is... if they simply do not take it?" her brow would arch at that.

"Ten million is on the table for you to walk away and not have to worry about having to barter with the Mandalorians..." she would set down the whiskey after pouring herself a drink.

"And instead leaving them to me."
 

Kila Cadau

Mando Rally Master (With a metal kneecap)
Kila Cadau was one of those individuals who rarely gave a single, tiny, mutated kark about a person's past mistakes. She was a little less welcoming and forgiving than she used to be -- although she had no idea why, the memory block was still a major issue -- but Ordo was a longtime friend and had acted the part of the older brother on more than one occasion. Her concept of family was not the most Mandalorian -- Kila herself was not the most Mandalorian of Mandalorians, despite being born and raised in the culture -- but she would muun'bajir the poor soul who decided it was a good idea to mouth off about the folk under Kila's protective umbrella. And Manda help you if you tried to hurt them.

Ordo was one person under said umbrella -- for lack of a better word -- and despite the trouble he'd gotten into since she'd seen him last,
(killing Gilamar -- dark side -- )
she bore him little ill will. She missed the big man though, even if there was a tiny spark of anger at him for turning to the One Sith. She could be angry at him, but she couldn't hate him.

Mostly...mostly, she could just miss him. It wasn't easy for Kila to let go of people, in fact it was damn near impossible. So,

[member="Ordo"]
 

Darth Odium

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[member="Mrrew"] [member="Danger Arceneau"]

He looked at the togorian wondering what they tasted like as he watched the exchange dispassionately. He didn't fight the smile as she made her case for the fairness of the price.

'Clever girl.' he thought as he looked on and slowly began reaching out in the force looking for bright workers to drain of life....but he didn't act on it just yet.

"I'll give you eleven million and the location of unspoiled hunting grounds, my togorian friend, in cash, right now."
 
Mrrew smiled. He had gotten more of a head for buisness since he founded the Gulid- and he had gotten greedy.When he first entered the greater galaxy, he would've been content for ten credits, let alone ten million. But he wans't satisfied with that anymore, and if Danger started out asking for ten million, he was confident she was ready to go higher. You don't get as rich as she was by stating the price you want right off the bat. Mrrew opened his mouth to reply to the Trade Queen, when [member="Darth Odium"] spoke up instead. The Togorian raised the whiskers over his eyes, glancing at the nautolan, then back to [member="Danger Arceneau"], curious as to how she would respond.
 
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@Mrrew @Darth Odium


Danger would pan her gaze over at the Sith Lord, her eyes glittering with a distinct predatory gleam. Oh you little player you, she'd muse to herself, taking a small silver case from her purse. A cigarra would soon be set between the fullness of her cherry lips, an amused expression bathing her face.

"Well well well... looks like you have some options Mistah. Mrrew." a small chuckle would follow suit -- as she waited for one of them to light her cigarra with an expectant look.

"Whatever will you do?"
 

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