Machines Making Machines
IRON SUNSET
"The most disadvantageous peace is better than the most just war."
- Erasmus
The age of the Empire is over. The time of the Diarchy has come.
Moff Antipater remains the dictator of the Cascadian world of Jaemus. His "imperial directory" - headquartered in Diadochron - holds a tight leash on the system. Evolving realities have nevertheless brought him into the Diarchy's fold as a vassal. Not kicking and screaming, as with the Mygeetans, but through treaty and compromise.
Jaemus is still pulling itself back together in the wake of its civil war. Much of Antipater's political project remains a purely speculative future. These first few weeks will set the tone for the Directory's new status as a client state, as it works with the Diarchy to correct a few lingering problems.
Combat / Warposting: Soldiers, Warriors, Mercenaries, etc.
Among the many factions involved in the Jaemus Civil War were Sith-Imperial restorationists. These deranged occultists were a peripheral but highly motivated element. At the war's conclusion, they rejected attempts at political reconciliation and withdrew into the rugged, forested mountains of the planet's north-western quadrant.
There they remain now, waging a brutal insurgency. Attempts to suppress and dislodge them have been ongoing, and were at one point spearheaded by the infamous Red Right Hand. With their withdrawal, it now falls to the Diarchy to put an end to this insurrection once and for all.
You are to assist elements of the 404th Stormtrooper Legion in pacifying these extremists once and for all. Comb the forests and drive them out. Conduct yourselves responsibly.
Your enemies are merely cultists. The Force Sensitives among their ranks are merely feeble soothsayers rather than true Sith. The Directory prefers such specimens be captured in the interests of "rehabilitation". But there are no guarantees in war, are there?
Diplomacy / Terraforming: Diplomats, Scientists, Engineers, etc.
Decades of war have left terrible scars across the surface of Jaemus, mostly scorched forests and polluted river systems. It has been deemed a matter of national dignity that the environment be repaired and restored. To this end, the Directory has retained the services of a local Ithorian herd, native to the herdship Ithor Invicta, led by the eccentric Meldo Sathot.
Sathot and his herd are an old fixture along the Braxant Run. Decades of kowtowing to local moffs have seen them adopt a number of faux-Imperial mannerisms which are downright uncanny for Ithorians to possess. They are no longer welcome at herd meets, or so it is said.
They have pursued the restoration project of Jaemus with little regard for local rural populations, colloquially known as freeholders. The freeholders are generally armed, suspicious, and backwards, but they remain citizens of the Directory. Their eccentricities are to be humored rather than squashed... For the time being, anyway.
You are to assist Meldo Sathot and his herd in cleaning up the battlefields of Jaemus. Disputes between the Ithorians and the freeholders are bound to rise, and it will be greatly preferable if these were resolved through mediation rather than violence.
Contract Bidding: Entrepreneurs and Industrialists - by request ONLY!
The shipyards of Jaemus are not nearly as coveted as those in orbit of Yaga Minor, but they have nonetheless dutifully served many nations over the centuries. In these modern times, they have been reduced to little more than a series of wrecked durasteel hulks, picked apart in the aftermath of the Empire's fall and woefully neglected by succeeding regimes.
The restoration of these shipyards is of paramount importance to the Directory. It's unfortunate, then, that the nascent government's own logistics and infrastructure are preoccupied with planetary concerns.
To complete the project, the Directory has elected to enlist the help of private enterprise. Business magnates from across the Braxant Run have been invited to Diadochron to bid for the contract to restore the shipyards. Money is no object, and the Directory has made vague promises of other preferential treatment.
This objective is instanced between you and Moff Antipater. You will present your pitch, answer the droid's questions and - hopefully - be awarded the contract. Remember that the Moff is known to prefer succinct speech. Bloviation is impolite.
Bring Your Own Objective: Reprobates who can't do what they're told
Emissaries of the Diarchy are welcomed into the grim, tidy metropolis of Diadochron. What sort of trouble will you get up to?
