Faction Imperial Confederation | March of Triumph

[Marlon Sularen]

M A R C H_O F _T R I U M P H
Objective II : Champagne and Schemes

IMPERIAL CONFEDERATION
NEW ALDERAAN, OUTER RIM TERRITORIES

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As Sularen traversed the ballroom, he was approached by a Dornean who greeted him in his native tongue before switching to Basic, further thanking the Supreme Commander for inviting him and other high-profile representatives of his people to this event. While the Imperial Confederation did not have a great interest on Dornea, given the ongoing situation along the Perlemian Trade Route which demanded the Confederation's immediate attention.

Still given the Dornean People's specialization in naval shipbuilding, building strong positive relations with them now would be incredibly beneficial for the Confederation and ensure a swift integration of Dornea into the Confederation in the future, giving the Confederation access to their shipbuilding capabilities.

"The Imperial Confederation values the creation of strong bonds with neighboring planets as to facilitate future integration." the Supreme Commander responded. "Naturally, i figured your people might be interested in today's event which would give your people some insight on the Confederation." he added. "That being said how do you find today's event, General?"

Tags | General Antio Way’lurr | OPEN ​

 

[Daro Roz’yrn]

"Hey, sorry. Got caught up in the crowd."

He looked a little short for a Stormtrooper, but Alex knew his task today. He put a hand on Daro's shoulder, before taking a few breaths from inside his helmet. "Rough set up we got here, eh?"

Daro turned around to see the relatively short stormtrooper and he had to contain his amusement. It was a decent disguise for blending in where more intense scrutiny wasn’t a factor. But if anyone was actually looking to spot a pretender, his non-regulation height was a potential giveaway. The armor seemed to just barely demand a larger frame, which, now that Daro was paying attention, amused him a little. He was, however, impressed at the man’s courage to go out in ill-fitted armor in a public setting like this.

“Look, lady, I already have a girlfriend.” Daro said, testing. Something about the posture and build of the little stormtrooper told Daro that he was probably not thin-skinned and would respect the “hard-to-get” approach, “I might make an exception if you’re willing to wear a set of antlers later though.”

He emphasized the code-word, “antlers”, as he had been instructed to work it into a sentence when approached by a random stranger.

The Vulptex

 

[General Antio Way’lurr]

"The Imperial Confederation values the creation of strong bonds with neighboring planets as to facilitate future integration." the Supreme Commander responded. "Naturally, i figured your people might be interested in today's event which would give your people some insight on the Confederation." he added. "That being said how do you find today's event, General?"

Antio sipped his drink to give him just a moment to focus on the question that Marlon Sularen asked before answering tactfully, “We are more interested than I think you would be aware, Supreme Commander. My people are eager for growth, change, and protection. Old customs have held us back for far too long, and our culture has been far too entrenched. It has cost us, and we need… leadership.”

He then gestured towards Vyllia Sancetti and Eirys Santhe with the drink that he was currently nursing, “Companies such as Santhe and Umbrella represent innovation and growth. Our homegrown company, Braha’ket Fleetworks is entrenched into our heritage and, thus struggles to embrace change. We are trying, but… well… let’s just say that the Braha’tok gunship is still our signature model after nearly a thousand years of stagnation.

“Needless to say, we could use some… inspiration.”

Antio did not bring up the fact that a minority of Dorneans were opposed to joining the confederacy for fear of losing their heritage. But he hoped that Marlon Sularen would pick up his hint. Antio and the rest of Dornea would need the help of a proper hegemonic power to remove these obstacles, but a politician would be foolish to say such things aloud…

 

[Kaine Hamilton]

M A R C H_O F_T R I U M P H
Objective I : A Celebration of Order

IMPERIAL CONFEDERATION
NEW ALDERAAN, OUTER RIM TERRITORIES

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The Gluttoneria. It was a large and powerful warship, a feature of Imperial engineering and sheer power which presented the bridge between the Imperial Confederation and one of it's key corporate allies, the N&Z Umbrella Corporation. Along with the Sularen's Revenge and the Aternus, it existed as one of the most powerful ships within the Confederation's Naval Arsenal, an effective force multiplier that served to increase the Confederation's naval power projection across the galaxy.

As the Imperator Corps performed grandiose marches throughout the streets of New Aldera, Admiral Hamilton found himself on the bridge of the Gluttoneria, standing right beside Governor Amalia Visconti and Admiral Squesha as the mighty Imperial Super Battlecruiser flew above the city in a grandiose display of Imperial might. Hamilton was glad that Sularen had reconciled with the N&Z Corporation and put their rough past behind as they had contributed heavily to the Imperial cause and played a key role in sustaining the Imperial Military-Industrial Complex.

Already the Governor and the Admiral were deep in conversation discussing about simple things in which he decided to chime in a bit. "I'm not bit surprised." he said in response to the Governor's remark about Squesha's subordinates. "Admiral Squesha and Rakel's new training program has proven to be extremely effective thanks in no part to the technology provided by N&Z, producing great amounts of highly-skilled personnel for our Navy." he added.

Tags | Squesha | Calin Rakel | Amalia Visconti | Mira Rhory ​

 

[Amalia Visconti | Mira Rhory]

For a moment, Amalia smirked, hearing the other admiral standing besides her on the bridge finally speaking their mind after Admiral Squesha had already done so. Sure, these fine officers of great rank and renown within the confederation must have felt somewhat dismissive of the fact they were not to be in control of the fine vessel they were aboard of, but instead were under the care of but some mere governor...that was, if this governor wasn't also the Chief Executive Officer of the N&Z, backed by both the official chairman Tertius Nargath, but also by the shadow whose returning grip over the company and all its associates became more palpable than ever before.

"The Lord Commander was gracious enough to seize the momentum the N&Z had created within its own divisions," Again, the woman smirked. She did so because the N&Z was like a spider's web, having many connections with many great and powerful men and women, yet most remained unaware of the connections of the other. The Imperial Confederation was different though, as a place where the ideals and pragmatism flowed just like they had done within the Zweihander Union, where now the visions of the Lord of Hunger and Marlon Sularen coexisted and strengthened one another rather than clash and create cracks... aligned with Karl Von Strauss ' bureaucratic wit and his status as a technological savant, all the confederation needed was a glue to bind them...a sticky web, which was ofcourse the job the N&Z excelled at... to join together all of the confederations divisions through corporate control, through mutual interest and a united front in any and all future aspirations. "Even if the small fish try to cling to the lifelines thrown out by SularenCo, the N&Z has already won the strategic positions and he knows there's no other option than to unite and broaden our horizons and our assets."

Pointing at the holographic display, on which the parade below could be seen, the starfighters and gunships performing daring stunts, proper flybys, the massive Gluttoneria lumbered calmly forward. "We have the military might, we have a growing and expanding trade network, with increasing populace growth due to the collapsing core... the necessary experience and capability in our military and civilian corps... and finally, we have the position that allows us to grow without notice, to expand without having to look over our back. Admirals...what we are celebrating is not the end of a struggle...but the beginning of our future."

TAG: Marlon Sularen | Wilhelm Vonreg | Ronhar Tane | Rieva "Killshot" Alonn | General Antio Way’lurr | Vyllia Sancetti | Eirys Santhe​

 

[Rieva "Killshot" Alonn]

Killshot observed the newcomer with the quiet patience of one that was used to awaiting combat. Her gaze followed that of the other; taking note of the officers filing into the establishment. Killshot herself was not a drinker of spirits. The call to take to the skies could come at any time and so she needed to keep as clear of a head as possible. Anything could happen, and at any time.

"Killshot," she responded, prefering to use her alias rather than her real name. "And it seems as though they are on the house." Her gaze shifted back to Roz'lyn. "Although I wouldn't over indulge, if I were you. A hangover in an officer's quarters is one thing. A hangover in a cockpit while trying to avoid somone getting on your six is another."

Tag: Bido Roz’lyn

 

[Squesha]

Open
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Squesha listened carefully. When Amalia spoke, it always payed to listen. She nodded.

"For the people. Thats why we do it. Even if they could never understand all we do."

Squesha felt a swell of pride from Amalia's compliment, especially when Admiral Hamilton added to it.

"I thank you both. The training program is possibly the most important program I have worked on, and to show the results is a proud moment. If Rakel were here I have no doubt he would feel the same. The holographic simulation chamber in particular has been an enormous asset."

"We have the military might, we have a growing and expanding trade network, with increasing populace growth due to the collapsing core... the necessary experience and capability in our military and civilian corps... and finally, we have the position that allows us to grow without notice, to expand without having to look over our back. Admirals...what we are celebrating is not the end of a struggle...but the beginning of our future."

Squesha smiled. Normally Squesha would never agree with such a bold statemetn in public, but given it was just the three of them Squesha felt comfortable enough to voice her thoughts.

"It is good to be amidst like minded individuals. I have noted that for some time much of the Confederation's resources have been dedicated to the army and other ground infrastructure. Where as we know that the heart of any empire is it's navy. For without a navy we could never expand. This ship we stand upon is perfect symbol of the return to the true focuses of the Confederation."

Amalia Visconti | Mira Rhory Kaine Hamilton

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[Eirys Santhe]

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New Alderaan, Outer Rim systems;
The Imperial Confederation, Santhe Corporation.
Tags: Vyllia Sancetti | Marlon Sularen | Karl Von Strauss | Amalia Visconti | Mira Rhory | Ronhar Tane | General Antio Way’lurr | Wilhelm Vonreg | Silvia Evenol | Van Trask | Shyra Calipsa

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"I was very surprised to receive an invitation. Though I am sure I could find former associates and maybe even friends here, I have not had much contact with the region since the Confederation was formed. I would like to change that."

"I would love an Alderaan Ruge, assuming one could be dug up."

"Of course I invited you," Eirys explained as she led Vyllia and Shrya towards the bar. Signalling with her hand to the bartender, and waiting for her turn to be served, Eirys settled her tired, stupor gaze back to her cousin to continue their conversation. "Growing up I heard a lot about the matriarch of the Santhe family. By the time I was old enough to join the business everything had begun falling apart, and you left for Bastion. Now that everything has settled down and normalcy has returned perhaps we can start getting to know each other. I would really like that."

"The Marquis or one of his associates?"

"I prefer the smaller ships myself. A corvette at the biggest. I suspect this spectacle has drawn something bigger. We might as well take a look."

"I haven't seen Marquis Nargath since Harridan joined the Diarchy. We negotiated a settlement with local businesses planetside during the liberation. As I understand it he has taken a step back and was replaced by Amalia Visconti who is the new face of Umbrella," Eirys replied. Behind her the bartender approached and inquired about what they were drinking today. "One Alderaan Ruge and I will have a Tsiraki. Can you bring it us over there?"

Gesturing in the direction towards the panel of windows overlooking the streets of New Aldera, where the procession march was in full swing, Eirys turned back and grinned at the bartender who agreed to bring both women their drinks. Afterwards Eirys continued conversing with Vyllia while they walked towards the windows to enjoy the festivals amid the underlying tension that existed between the two of them for the elder Sancetti considered her younger Santhe cousin to be a possible participant in the assassination plot which almost took her life during the economic collapse of the Empire of the Lost.

"I know that you have come here today to link up with old colleagues and to enjoy the festivities, but we do have something to talk about. It is about Umbrella and Santhe corp." As they pulled up to the window ledge, where the Gluttoneria loomed above the city in all of it's splendour and monstrosity, Eirys bit her lip nervously and nodded in Shyra's direction to ask: "Could you lose the guard? It is a private thing."

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[Vyllia Sancetti]

Objective: Test the Waters
Location: Moff's Palace, New Aldera, New Alderaan
Outfit: Party Dress
Accompanied by: Shyra Calipsa
Tag: Eirys Santhe | OPEN

Vyllia had taken on the mantle of family matriarch at a young age, but it always surprised her to hear how cousins had heard stories of her when they were "growing up". It made Vyllia feel old to hear it, even though she did her best to remain young. She was a new bride forming a new House and hopefully soon she would be starting a family of her own. She had to tell herself that these stories were more about her status than what she had actually done. She had learned a lot when she was already the matriarch of the family.

"I would certainly welcome getting to know each other better," Vyllia responded as they were walking over to the bar. "I wish that I had a chance to grow up slower and get to know more of the cousins. Maybe if I was known as Vyllia instead of Matriarch Santhe things would not have devolved the way that they have. If you are wanting to put time into getting to know me now. I would certainly do the same."

Vyllia nodded as Eirys stated that Marquis Nargath had withdrawn some lately and had sent a representative in his place. Vyllia had heard the name, but she didn't recall having any sort of formal meeting with any Visconti. Eirys asked the bartender for the drinks and requested them to be brought to them elsewhere. Vyllia looked in the direction that Eirys had pointed. It had been a while since Vyllia had taken a look at New Aldera. Though New Alderaan was the seat of the former Emperor, Lianna had been the capital of his Empire and the home to Vyllia's company. There was little reason to come here. "I came because I received an invitation. I was hoping that there would be several opportunities, both business and personal. If you have business to discuss I am happy to do that first…"

Then mention of her "guard" had Vyllia's lips bend downward into a disappointed frown. She didn't want to appear overly cautious. But she didn't want to be dead either. Shyra was going to be upset with her Vyllia went off too far or stayed too long out of sight. "How long of a talk is this going to be? I can get out of earshot for however long you like. Shyra thinks her reaction time is better than a Jedi." Vyllia gave Shyra a hand gesture that was understood to give a little bit of space. "Out of her sight would need to be on the move and very short. I want to show that I trust you, cousin. But if I am honest, I don't know that I can. And I have little doubt that there are people in this room and elsewhere on New Alderaan who wouldn't mind seeing harm come to me. If I get shot at in my first time back in the region Maldor will never let me back without a full investigation and rooting out of all our enemies."

 

[The Vulptex]

Tag: Daro Roz’yrn
Names: Lyra, Samantha, Alex, Beatrix​

"Hey, I'm a guy under all this armor, thank you very much. And yeah, I might if you're into that. You wanna hit the bar after this? Maybe we can get some drinks, see where it goes."

Alex never partook in what the others did to get the job done, but he certainly wasn't above it. Whatever the job required, he could get done.

Still, he stood tall for the parade it passed them. Under his helmet, a pair of glasses recorded everything. Small enough to not be noticed by anyone who didn't know they were already there.

 

[Bido Roz’lyn]

"Killshot," she responded, prefering to use her alias rather than her real name. "And it seems as though they are on the house." Her gaze shifted back to Roz'lyn. "Although I wouldn't over indulge, if I were you. A hangover in an officer's quarters is one thing. A hangover in a cockpit while trying to avoid somone getting on your six is another."

Bido twitched her whiskers slightly in a subtle approximation of a smirk. This woman seemed like the type to suffer no fools, but appeared to be fairly sharp. Conceding wordlessly to Killshot’s suggestion, she reached over and behind the bar to grab a couple non-alcoholic fruit juices that would otherwise be used for mixing. There was a glare from the bartender, to which Bido curled her whiskered lip and then ignored him. She offered one of the citrusy drinks to Rieva "Killshot" Alonn ”funny how you pegged me as a pilot so quickly. Most people don’t recognize Dornean Uniforms outside of our homeworld. Do you frequent Dornea often?”

Bido seriously doubted that Killshot would have known her by her uniform. Dorneans were not a common sight in most parts of the galaxy. But she hoped this would segue into a conversation of her homeworld, and what the Imperial Confederation might intend to do with the Dorneans. The Confederation was on path to annex her homeworld, so there must be talk of what might happen to her people within the lower ranks of Imperial military. Hopefully, Killshot would give her a glimpse into the general attitude of imperials to her people…

 

[Rieva "Killshot" Alonn]

Killshot studied Roz'lyn as she reached for one of the fruit juices. Not only that, but she studied how she handled the obvious dismay of the bartender. There was no aggression, nor attitude given. It might be only the uniform that had allowed her to get away with it. Well that and the sheer number of Imperial soldiers in the vicinity.

She took the glass in hand, but made no move to drink it just yet. Instead Killshot merely replied to her inquiry with; "I have never been, no. But I knew a Dornean...once." She paused in quiet reflection as memories of days gone by took hold of her thoughts. Memories of her rebellious youth, learning some of the best piloting skills by her mentor, skirting the authorities and chasing adventure. One small mistake brought that to a crashing end. A cascade of emotions were felt just below the surface before Killshot raised her glass in a silent toast and then had a drink. The fruit didn't hit as hard as liquor would; but the sentiment was real enough.

In a matter of seconds, Killshot pushed the memories and her emotions back before she refocused her attention back to Roz'lyn. "You have the same look in your eyes that he did. Piloting was in his blood. It could be in yours too."

Tag: Bido Roz’lyn

 

[Daro Roz’yrn]

"Hey, I'm a guy under all this armor, thank you very much. And yeah, I might if you're into that. You wanna hit the bar after this? Maybe we can get some drinks, see where it goes."

Daro grinned. Some soldiers didn’t have a sense of humour, and some did. Clearly, this “stormtrooper” seemed to be taking a joke. “Well, I’m 30 years sober now.” He presented a small token that denoted his recovery progress from his uniform pocket. In the military, it helped to take it with him whenever he attended these functions. People seemed to be less offended by his sobriety whenever he showed it. Still, he tried to keep the tone glib, “but boy, girl, droid… you gotta have antlers. Sorry. The heart wants what the heart wants.”

The way he spread his hands in resignation was sarcastic, denoting his joking tone. However, he attempted emphasizing the word “Antlers” once more.

He had been told by a recruiter of the Wild Space Rebellion to use “antlers” as a code word if anyone approached him. It was an awkward word to fit into a sentence, so Daro had resigned to use it in the most awkward context possible. However, if this man didn’t respond with the word “venison” in his next sentence, Daro would have to get away from him as soon as possible. He needed to catch a ride with a wildspace rebel to meet with their leadership, and arrange to liberate his homeworld before they could be subjugated. If this fake stormtrooper wasn’t his contact to get out of here, then the real contact wouldn’t dare approach him while he was nearby…

The Vulptex

 

[Bido Roz’lyn]

"I have never been, no. But I knew a Dornean...once." She paused in quiet reflection as memories of days gone by took hold of her thoughts. Memories of her rebellious youth, learning some of the best piloting skills by her mentor, skirting the authorities and chasing adventure.

In a matter of seconds, Killshot pushed the memories and her emotions back before she refocused her attention back to Roz'lyn. "You have the same look in your eyes that he did. Piloting was in his blood. It could be in yours too."

Bido squeezed her eyes shut in grief for Rieva "Killshot" Alonn ’s loss, and for the loss of one of her kin. Dorneans were as hard to replace as they were to kill. They could live for three centuries, and in that time, a good Dornean officer could become an invaluable library of information. Male Dorneans, in particular, had extremely strong paternal instincts and were often quick to bond with pupils. It was highly likely that whoever Rieva "Killshot" Alonn had known was once something of a trusted mentor figure. Bido shared the toast with Killshot and drank with a deep reverence.

Bido did not, however, take this woman for the touchy feelie type. Elaborating on the loss of her once Dornean friend could end up sparking a hostile, or at least distancing response. Bido decided to switch tac, and appeal to Killshot’s probable competitive piloting side, “That’s putting it mildly.” She dipped a bit of provocation into her tone to get Killshot to try and trigger her competitive side, “I’ve been flying for longer than you’ve been alive, kiddo. Your parents too, for that matter.

 

[Rieva "Killshot" Alonn]

Roz'lyn joining in on the toast was noticed and appreciated. Killshot didn't expect anything less. Dorneans were not very common in the Galaxy; a fact which she felt a touch of sadness by. Perhaps that was why their lifespans were longer than humans.

That longer lifespan was something that Roz'lyn touched on. For she brought up the fact that she had been piloting for more than two generations of her own family were alive.

A flicker of surprise appeared on Killshot's face briefly. "Really?" Her mannerisms would suggest otherwise. The way that Roz'lyn poked about the bar suggested that she was very green, indeed. "What's your favorite bird to fly?"

Tag: Bido Roz’lyn

 

[Eirys Santhe]

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New Alderaan, Outer Rim systems;
The Imperial Confederation, Santhe Corporation.
Tag: Vyllia Sancetti

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Behind Vyllia and Eirys, while the younger Santhe led them away from the bar back towards the view of New Aldera, the bartender turned to make their drinks. But it was not the Tsiraki that had Eirys immediate attention. The way Vyllia spoke it was as if she suspected that something could happen to her here. They were in the heart of the Imperial Confederation, and at a venue that offered security to them that was on par to that of a fully maned and operational Star Destroyer. It quietly bothered Eirys and for all the wrong reasons. Just who did Vyllia think that she was?

"I have every confidence that we are both perfectly safe here," Eirys explained while doing her best not to roll her eyes. She was finding out quickly why Vyllia had not been a popular figure in their family and this was before she had decided to elope with Santhe corps most profitable subsidiary to begin a new life and marry some Tapani exile out there on Bastion. "My business interests can wait for now. What makes you think that you have an enemy capable of hurting you? Why would anyone want to hurt you in the first place?"

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[Bido Roz’lyn]

"Really?" Her mannerisms would suggest otherwise. The way that Roz'lyn poked about the bar suggested that she was very green, indeed. "What's your favorite bird to fly?"

Bido frowned at Killshot’s blurted-out surprise, “What, does that surprise you?” Then she blinked her big eyes in concession, “I mean, I am young for a Dornean, I guess.”

To Killshot’s question, Bido had to stop and think for a moment. She took a sip to cover her hesitation. She had flown so many outdated models over the years, she had a hard time sorting what she actually liked. She settled on a sort of non-answer, “I guess anything that is not my old BZ-Ceptor. I bought it a while back to do freelance work, but she’s starting to fall apart now. Decades of abuse starts to get hard to keep up with.” She shrugged, then a thought occured to her “You don’t happen to know if there’s anyone in the Imperial Confederation that can make custom rigs on commission, do you?”

Rieva "Killshot" Alonn

 

[Vyllia Sancetti]

Objective: Test the Waters
Location: Moff's Palace, New Aldera, New Alderaan
Outfit: Party Dress
Accompanied by: Shyra Calipsa
Tag: Eirys Santhe | OPEN

With drinks on order and requested to be delivered to a spot where there was a better view, Eirys led Vyllia away from the bar. She gave a hand gesture to Shyra to give her a little bit of space. It was something that the Tapani bodyguard understood and reluctantly gave a nod of her head as affirmation. Vyllia could almost see Shyra's knuckles go white as she gripped onto the corner of the bar to do her best to watch her charge from afar.

Vyllia wanted to be confident in the security of the event, but outside of the Diarchy and the presence of Maldor Sancetti she too often found herself reverting back to a scared little girl. "Cousin, there was an attempt on my life within a tower that I felt was my home. Safety is no longer something I take for granted. And trust is not something that I easily give. Unfortunately, blood is not something that allows me to automatically drop my defenses." It truly was a shame. Vyllia's life had been rebuilt from the ground when she left Lianna. In her knew life there were people she trusted. Some came from her past, some were new. All of them had to earn her trust from the ground level.

"I have made legal maneuvers to give control of Santhe-Sienar in the event of my demise since the events of the Liann riots," Vyllia continued with a tone of disappointment. She had hoped that she would be able to peacefully return to Lianna at some point, but it was becoming increasingly clear that someone in the family was responsible for the attempt on her life. "Even still I am not sure what Confederation laws would allow. If a fight could be made and won to take back what they forced me to take. That's quite a bit of incentive to finish what was started. Wouldn't you think?" Vyllia knew she sounded paranoid. That was because she was paranoid. A new nest had been built in the Diarchy. There she felt secure. Back in the heart of where her life was threatened…she didn't know who to trust.

 

[Eirys Santhe]

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New Alderaan, Outer Rim systems;
The Imperial Confederation, Santhe Corporation.
Tag: Vyllia Sancetti

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"That was a tough time," Eirys admitted as Vyllia recalled the Liann Riots.

With the Empire of the Lost collapsing into economic ruin there had been no safety net left to be put in place so as to quell the people after they discovered, seemingly overnight, that their jobs, finances and lives had been destroyed due to an incompetent administration that had been too busy playing conqueror to see the issues back home. Eirys mind raced. As Vyllia continued to explain why she was no longer living on Lianna, and how Santhe-Sienar had been taken with her into The Diarchy, her younger cousin betrayed herself.

"The subsidiary wasn't yours to take," Eirys replied bluntly. "The company has belonged to your family for a very long time. Well before you were at the head of it."

Almost a millennia of business made by the Santhe-Sienar division had made the corporation above it extremely wealthy, powerful and famous across the galaxy. Until Vyllia had moved on. Perhaps the circumstances behind that decision did matter. They certainly did not for Eirys.

"It still belongs to us."

No consideration or sympathy offered about the assassination attempt. Not even a moment spared to pretend that she cared about Vyllia's safety or the damaging repercussions that had effectively ruined the former Matriarchs life which forced her to start again on Bastion. Just the blunt statement that Santhe-Sienar still belonged to the Santhe Corporation that Eirys now led and owned despite every evidence to the contrary exposing an ulterior motive that had led them to have dinner on Ravelin, and then later, this invitation to New Aldera. It did appear that Eirys wanted the subsidiary back, and disturbingly, she might have been involved in an attempted murder to get it done.

Nostrils flaring, clearly angered by Santhe-Sienar being brought up in their conversation, Eirys was gladdened to see their drinks being served as a form of distraction. Quietly Eirys took her drink into both hands and turned back to admire the procession below as an awkward silence descended between both women amid the loud festivities while their current or former associates celebrated their victory at Atrisia.

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[Vyllia Sancetti]

Objective: Test the Waters
Location: Moff's Palace, New Aldera, New Alderaan
Outfit: Party Dress
Accompanied by: Shyra Calipsa
Tag: Eirys Santhe | OPEN

A rough time. That was a little bit of empathy Vyllia supposed. But soon that empathy dissolved. There it was. In the end it had come down to Santhe-Sienar. Perhaps Eirys did have interest in getting to know some of her family that had not been close. But like most Santhe it ultimately came to business or engineering (which just happened to be the business the other part was focusing on). Vyllia was much the same prior to leaving Lianna. Being forced off is more accurate. Even though she had already fallen for Maldor, the time they spent together was a respite from Vyllia's true purpose of growing her family's brand.

Now that she had been separated from the way Santhe had always been. From the diligent hustle and bustle of Lianna, Vyllia couldn't afford to only be focused on Santhe-Sienar. True she had input on House Sancetti's direction. She was briefed on all Santhe-Sienar projects prior to anything going to high scale production. She was still taking meetings to bring in more clients. But Vyllia's life no longer revolved around the successes of Santhe-Sienar. She was invested in the success of the Diarchy, the happiness of their people. The instant suspicion of her Santhe family of the threat to her life, made Vyllia incredibly focused on creating a better Sancetti family.

"I left. I am the CEO of Santhe-Sienar. The building was free to open without me. The catalog of designs still available. The engineers could have added more all they wanted. It was a process to align interests with Maldor's businesses. During that time Lianna was not capable of carrying on," Vyllia tried to control the anger brewing inside of her.

Following two deep breaths she continued. "I did not feel safe returning to that planet nor that building. Commerce need not cease because of that. But it did. New contacts were made in my new home. New offices built. Labs. Joint shipyards. A new home for me. The family was not meant to be shut out. The fact that you and Kyallia were the only Santhe to even reach out after the attempt on my life was telling however. No well wishes for my marriage. No 'where are we going from here'. In the face of inaction, I moved on."

Vyllia could see that Eirys was just as angry as she was. This was a bad place. The worst thing was at this very moment Vyllia didn't care about the name of the business that she ran. A part of her wanted to just have her family back. But then she was reminded that there was a higher than zero chance that her family had tried to end her life. "Santhe Corporation seems to be flush with new wealth. I am sure that a buyout for me to step down as CEO of Santhe-Sienar. The family would be free to continue to use the name. Continue to access the designs that were developed outside of the Diarchy. You will allow me to rename what I have built on Yaga Minor with Kyallia and Maldor. You will give me short term license to continue to sell the models that I have in production in the Diarchy. Would that make you happy cousin?"