Dominion IDCARRATOS | GA Dominion of Carratos

[Maijan Paisea]

TASK FORCE XESH

CARRATOS | SCHOOL OF ILLUSIONS | OBJECTIVE II
Viribus | OPEN
STRANGE IS BETTER

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As curious as she might have been about the source of A+OM 's power, Viribus was not. Something in her gut shifted, and she nodded once before continuing on the way she'd been drawn to originally. Something about the end of the corridor seemed promising..or foreboding. She couldn't place the swelling sensation at the back of her ribs and chose not to address it nor sit with her concerns.

She tch'd a small smile out when the Zabrak agreed to her personality flaws. Convenience would always win the Fallanassi's appeal, and her abandoning a world of academia for the less luxurious, but more wealth-drawn life of a pirate was exactly the kind of person she was.

“Guessing you just left without saying goodbye or...hey, if this school is abandoned, why are some of the illusions active?”

The illusion she'd remarked on earlier, she'd taken for granted.

"Some powerrrful Fallanassi can affect the currrrrent long afterrr they'rrre gone. Like a brrrook smoothing and erroding a stone. Even when the waterr drries up, the stone rremains smooth."

"That sounds like something I told you." An affectionate but stern voice said, belonging to the silhouette that slowly faded into view at the end of the hallway.

"I thought I might be talking about you.." Maijan started, her throat tight and expression impassively observant to the former headmistress. That unidentified sensation she'd felt behind her ribs blossomed into something more emotional and swelled at the base of her throat. She tried to challenge it by forcing her words out with a coolness she didn't feel. "But I guess you'rre still herrree."

Walking toward the ex-pirate, and former silver Jedi, the headmistress only nodded slowly. She'd aged gracefully; the lines that showed her years pulled downward with soft tugs that emphasized the size of her eyes and rosiness of her cheeks. Her white hair was pulled off her face, but gentle wisps still curled around her forehead and chin.

"Maybe, or maybe I'm an illusion too."

 

[Seto Du Couteau]

Seto Du Couteau, Senator of Empress Teta
Objective 1: Buried Gold
Location: Chofin Settlement, Carratos
Action: Speaking
Attire

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Seto continued to follow behind the Vice-Chancellor the Senator Organa, he was unfazed by the slight movement of the nearby guard when a comm device went off. Interesting way to test to the other party Seto mused wrly, he wasn’t one to judge the Vice-Chancellor. Though for the most part Seto wanted to keep himself from using his Force abilities to save their lives should the guards feel inclined to simply shoot and let their bosses deal with the ramifications later. Given the fact they were here to simply guarantee trade routes and garner good graces, Seto hoped there wouldn’t be any more incidents like that. ​

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Entering deeper into the building, a room dimly lit and smokey aired, it held all the classic trademarks of a seedy den of thieves and pirates. Seto was feeling slightly nostalgic, his eyes spotted a deck of sabacc before he tore himself to focus on the leader of the Pirate groups gathered here today. A rather round Arconan, its large yellow eyes shifted along them all, before finally landing on Senator Organa who spoke first to begin the negotiations. ​

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Legitimacy is a perfect word to use, no doubt the one thing that any criminal enterprise fears is the Alliance imposing something legitimate over themselves. Seto figured with the growing war with the Sith, any actions to use military force would no doubt be insufficient to deal with the pirates in this part of the galaxy. So instead, let’s leverage one of our largest advantages, not our fleet but our credits. ​

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“The ports of Empress Teta are more than ready to accept your large mercantile fleet, to quickly move shipments and assist you to garner even greater profits from the rest of the southern Core systems.” Seto added, moving slightly closer towards Senator Organa, in both a show of unity and of support. ​

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|| Aerarii Tithe | Faith Organa ||

 

[Aerarii Tithe]

LOCATION: Chofin Settlement, Carratos
OBJECTIVE: I - Buried Gold
ALLIES: Seto Du Couteau | Faith Organa

The Alliance Senators stood before the pirate king and his court of cronies. The tension in the air was palpable as the elected officials stood amid proud members of the criminal underworld. If the rumours were true, beings had been cut down standing in the same position for making a poor deal or misspeaking.

Luckily for Aerarii and his colleagues, the Honourable Member for Alderaan was not one to misspeak. Faith offered the pirate king something no one else could - legitimacy. While propping up a known criminal was not ideal, it would ensure stability. The pirate king and his enforcers would keep the supply lines of Carratos movings so long as he was paid. Seto sweetened the deal by giving his assurances that the ports of Empress Teta would accept the pirate king’s vessels. In an instant, the pirate ships had gone from hunted prey skirting the local constabulary to legitimate transports, saving consideration credits otherwise spent on security and bribes.

The golden eyes privateer leaned back in his throne, so taken by the offer that his fingers left his salt bowl for the first time since the Senators arrived. “Not bad, not bad,” he replied, nodding slowly as he mulled over the proposal. “And the excise duties…?”

“Waived,” Tithe announced. “An economic measure to, ah, yes, to jump-start the Carratosan export market. A stimulus for commerce, if you will.”

The pirate king nodded for a moment before suddenly lurking to his feet. Tithe took half a step back as the nearby enforcers drew their blasters, waiting for an order to waste the Alliance officials. But the pirate king waved them away as he crossed the floor to the Senators, and extended a hand of each of them in turn to seal the deal.

“The beginning for a beautiful friendship, I think this is,” the pirate king exclaimed. “Drinks, bring our new friends a drink!” A nearby lackey hurried out of the room to fetch beverages.

Another world brought into the fold of the Galactic Alliance, but at what cost?

 

[Faith Organa]

It as not ideal but for the moment it would work. Had to remember if the pirate stepped out of line the alliance would step in and....well make their presence known.

They all still had options. This agreement was as temporary as a thin sheet of paper,

Faith smiled and nodded and hoped they had made the right move.

Aerarii Tithe | Seto Du Couteau

 

[Seto Du Couteau]

Seto Du Couteau, Senator of Empress Teta
Objective 1: Buried Gold
Location: Chofin Settlement, Carratos
Action: Speaking
Attire

With the briefest exhale of relief, Seto nodded once as he took a few steps back. There was a rustle of movement as all the Pirates, er, Pirateers and newly minted merchants cheered together and brought out the drinks. After all celebrations of making easy credits were often few and far between when it came to illegitimate cargo and ill-gotten gains. The young Du Couteau heir knew what it meant to allow laundering of their credits on Empress Teta’s ports but the harm appeared insignificant in his eyes. No, the greater harm would have been unknowingly laundering the credits but here Seto planned on wrestling control of the flow of credits eventually.

There are always bigger fish in this galaxy aye, but it’s the fishermen using better bait that we should all worry about. Seto flashed a smile to one of the pirateers that handed him a cup of their local brew of some sort.

“Yes, a beautiful relationship indeed.” Seto echoed, his hand outstretched and gripped the Pirate King’s hand tightly.

With a single shake he quickly released the hold and turned around to address his fellow Senator colleague. He offered her a wink and a bright warm smile, “Good work Senator Organa.”

After offering his quick word of thanks, Seto moved further away from the festivities and turned on his data-slate. It would be tough to convince a few of his more skeptical business oriented colleagues through text communication, but once he returned back to Empress Teta, things would fall easily into place.

“Fortune favors the bold as they say.”
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|| Aerarii Tithe | Faith Organa ||

 

[Maijan Paisea]

TASK FORCE XESH

CARRATOS | SCHOOL OF ILLUSIONS | OBJECTIVE II
Viribus | OPEN
STRANGE IS BETTER

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It might have been cathartic to have that conversation with the woman who’d helped raise her, to go through memories and pick up some new advice –– but it was not meant to be. Maijan’s foolhardy actions of her youth would see no reward now.

Her stomach dropped at the woman’s words, and she took a moment or two to explore the instance that this might be a farce. How incredible would that be? For someone dead, to continue amongst the living – interacting, influencing – through an eternal illusion.

“How?” Maijan tested, looking hard at the spectre across from her. She dared a few steps nearer, foolishly lifting her hand as she wades through the gentle ripples of the current.

“That’s a secret for my graduates.” The headmistress teased, the fine lines around her mouth and eyes crinkling in amusement.