Faction Look...We're Doing Science!

[R'ayne Asara]

look...we're doing science!

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weapon: Draconic Scourge
outfit:X™
tag(s): Althea | Amalia Visconti | Mira Rhory | Sebastian van Ruud

The world of Traedaris is a world of poisoned skies and buried wealth, its capital, Targarat, and the sprawling collection of cities known as Ungarat are inhabited by two unique sentient species, the Ungulloi and the Draelvasie.

Across its surface, a caustic air clings to the planet and settles over its land, its poisonous fumes so hostile to unprotected lungs that breathable apparatuses are required merely to walk beneath its clouds. Yet beneath that deadly atmosphere lies an abundance of unexplored resources, and to the Mahporeem Imperial Remnant, such wealth is not merely desirable, it's essential to the expansion of its growing empire.

Thus, under the banner of the M.I.R.'s Science Division, a small team is dispatched to Traedaris, ostensibly to identify its unexploited minerals, metals, and other valuable resources while avoiding unnecessary disturbance to the local inhabitants. In truth, their mission is the first quiet step toward something far more ambitious; establishing the knowledge, influence, and infrastructure necessary for the Mahporeem Imperial Remnant to eventually claim complete control over the planet.​

I stood alone in the conference room of a Nebulon Fire-class Light Carrier, my hands folded behind my back as the vessel carried us through the black toward Traedaris. Beyond the viewport, the stars were little more than pinpricks in an ocean without mercy.

Somewhere below them waited a world whose air could strip the breath from a living thing, whose cities were shrouded in caustic air, and whose unexplored depths might yet provide the Mahporeem Imperial Remnant with the resources it so desperately required.

The others had not yet arrived.

On the table before me, the preliminary reports remained open; soil samples acquired from the surface by our “volunteers” had revealed mineral concentrations that, with the proper manufacturing processes, could prove bountiful. The methane atmosphere, too, offered promise.

Promise.

I had come to despise the word. It was the language of men and women who wished to be rewarded before they had earned anything.

I turned from the viewport as the conference room doors remained stubbornly sealed. Potential and fact were different creatures, and science had a habit of dressing the former in the robes of the latter.

A promising sample could become worthless beneath the weight of extraction costs, contamination, unstable composition, or some other failure the laboratories had yet to imagine. The methane might be harvested, or it might poison every apparatus built to claim it. The soil might conceal wealth, or merely the fossilized remains of our own ambition.

That was why we would descend planetside, not to admire the findings, nor to repeat them obediently, but to judge them. I would listen to the others, examine our collective evidence, and decide whether Traedaris was a resource or another grave disguised as one.

And if the planet’s secrets proved as generous as the reports suggested, then the Mahporeem Empire would take what it needed. If they did not, I would ensure no "volunteer" would mistook hope for truth again.​

 

[Amalia Visconti | Mira Rhory]

The missive, plain and simple...as expected from the Imperial Science Division, was a request from them to the N&Z corporation to support their efforts and their attempts to fully map out and lay claim to the planet. Attached to the missive were a bunch of preliminary reports and data, some of which were interesting, but not spectacular, like the composition of the atmosphere and the potentiality to fife or not. However, as soon as Amalia's eyes managed to read a repeating word, several of them even, her face brightened as it meant she might actually have some good news for her most important master.

There would be no hesitation, the science division would be in over their head if whatever was on the planet was indeed of the magnitude of that which the homunculus was reading...

Draelvasie
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The very race of beings which had long ago burned a path through the galaxy, massacring jedi and sith alike with a ferocity and primal nature unlike any other, eschewing the use of known technology in favor of strange and unusual biotech which competed in efficiency with the best the galaxy had to offer at the time. If there were any of these beings present on the planet, whatever team the science division sent would not have nearly the adequate strength to survive an encounter with such beasts.

The fact that her master had once managed to capture several specimens was already most impressive, but that one of them had been one of the terrifying marauders, serving directly as the elite under the great Titan was most celubrious to his cause. Alas since all the specimens had died off during experimentation and she who had survived had managed to break out of confinement, fresh specimens would be most interesting to the Lord of Hunger and certainly a boon for Section C.

Without hesitation, Amalia sent a message to R'ayne Asara to remind her that sending a mere surveying team to a planet with even the remote chance of having these kinds of beasts on their soil would be akin to forcing them to commit suicide. Not to mention that if the science division was unlucky, they'd lack the time and acquity of mind to gather any data while being hunted. Thus the CEO of the most powerful corporate entity within the outer rim, not to mention the economic backbone of the Mahporeem Imperial Remnant sent a missive back to the Minister of Science;

Under the Executive Order of the Nargath and Zanareth Corporation,
To the Ministry of Science, Minister R'ayne Asara .

Cease all attempts to any surface surveys until further notice and in stead resume Orbital surveys. The N&Z will sent a protective detail and equipment for a more cautious and potentially more successful approach of the planet's surface.

Signed,

Amalia Visconti, CEO of N&Z Umbrella​