Faction [ME/TIC] | Solving the Mandalorian Question

[COMMAF]

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Since the Battle of Atrisia, the Imperial Confederation has silently observed as their northern Mandalorian neighbours would align themselves closely with the Sith Order culminating in the coronation of Quinn Varanin as the Queen and Warden of Eshan, cementing the close relationship between Mandalore and Jutland.

At the same time, tensions between the Mandalorians and the Diarchy have escalated to the point that the Mand’alor himself would crucify civilians mildly affiliated with the Diarchs in response to the previous execution of Mandalorian warriors months ago. Attached to the crucifixion would be a thread issued by the Mand’alor to anyone who would align themselves with the Diarchs warning that this was the price to pay for standing with the Diarchy.

With the crucifixion and the attached threat coming right at a time where the Confederation was hosting the Diarchy at Lianna for diplomatic talks, the issue of Mandalore can no longer be ignored. If left unchecked, Mand'alor the Iron might inevitably turn his sights against the Confederation just like his predecessors did with the Dark Empire and it is imperative that this is avoided through any means necessary.

Thus a holographic summit is called between representatives of the Imperial Confederation and the Mandalorian Empire as the former seeks clarification on where the latter stands in the galaxy’s geopolitical affairs which in turn will determine whether the Mandalorian Empire poses a threat to the future of the Imperial Confederation.

The outcome of this summit will determine whether or not the Imperial Confederation and the Mandalorian Empire can still maintain positive relations and co-exist in these turbulent times as the galaxy continues to be engulfed with war and chaos.

 

[Her]

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Lianna, Lianna City;
The Neyrix, Vūm.
Tags: Karl Von Strauss | Marlon Sularen | Aether Verd | Ronhar Tane | Amalia Visconti | Mira Rhory | Onrai | T'zarna Khab |

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Lianna fell a long time ago.

Before Kilran, before Deschart, and before the Sularen-Strauss partnership that looked set to decide the ambitions of the Imperial Confederation (according to an analysis by Vūm) for, as the very least, the next five years. Lianna City itself was paying for the sins of the past. Back when the Liann had serviced the ninth dynasty of the tyrannical Sith. I.C.D patrols kept the people under their feet, and injustice disguised as justice entraps a people who were conquered and made to serve a regime they had wanted no part of back then. These are dystopian times, after all.

Strobing lights of a city caught in the web of a conspiracy flashed through the metal barrier of a lift as it carried an enigma up towards the top of the pyramid. Her paid them no attention. Forgiveness was not their verse. You dare not lift your boot up from the neck when it is stomped down upon those who had built the weapons that had desecrated civilization and turned it into an abomination. The Mandalorians should know something about that. Tion was not the only star system that had been destroyed by those dark masters from the Stygian Caldera. Suffice to say it was a surprise when one of them had been crowned the sitting, ruling monarch of Eshan. Something is very wrong on New Mandalore, Her was beginning to suspect.

Ding.

The soft thrrmmm of the lift's grate retracting broke Her's lament upon the past as it opened to reveal the inner workings where she pursued the work here in the star sectors of Imperial space. She was a long way from Naboo now. Perhaps, after the next few weeks, it would prove to be the last time Her would ever step foot into the aristocracy that she had left behind to pursue this revenge. Thandon waited for their return. Adversaries seemed to be everywhere now. A familiar knife held coiled at the neck, and readied to slice the jugular open. That would be a just thing. Would it be a Mandalorian holding the blade when the time came?

Her disrobed and discarded the trappings of the disguise worn amid those heroes in the High Republic in favour of a new one. The outfit was distinctly Enarc in it's design. Comfortable and useful to fit in. But out here such things were taken for granted. Imperials liked conformity over comfort. Status shown via the placards of rank, or condemnations, to be worn along the chest alongside your designation. Your TK code was known to you like your left hand. Better know it, or you will end up in a place no Humanoid should be. Thankfully, Her remembered how to fit in with these autocrats. Curt, and decisive. However, Strauss was beginning to clock on, she feared.

Beneath the tranquil lights of the office, atop the Neyrix overlooking the dystopian cityscape below it, Her climbed upon the podium of the holographic projector as the Warden Primus. Fine lines were being drawn in the dirt now, and she longed to see those Dark Lords put down where they belonged. But her adversaries are cunning, as Eshan seemed to prove. Indeed, Her never suspected that relations between this Mand'alor the Iron could ever lead to something akin to good graces with the Sith Lords from Jutrand, or Dromund Kaas. They had destroyed Mandalore hadn't they?

Perhaps it was a ruse in of itself. Something clever that was for sure. Some sayings stayed true. Time does heal all wounds. Oh, Her remembered the lessons held in the place that now played home to the Galactic Emperor. Back when Jedi had traversed the halls of peace, upon a bastion of democracy, before the world became known as Imperial Centre. Several millennia, before the Four-Hundred Year Darkness, the Sith and Mandalorians had once been great allies. As the hologram came to life, and begun to transmit the summit before Her, she could not help but wonder about whether or not she was living in a time where somehow, inexplicably, they had been drawn back together again.

The idea of it was terrifying.

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[Onrai]

Deep Space
Tags: Her Karl Von Strauss Marlon Sularen Aether Verd Ronhar Tane Amalia Visconti | Mira Rhory T'zarna Khab

The Maker had hardly been kind to Onrai. Recent occurrences had seen the enigmatic entity shy away from her followers. from the Imperial Confederation to such a degree that any information about her motives or whereabouts had become not much more than hearsay. Given the interest from certain parties, it had proven beneficial to lay low.

Unfortunately.

Onrai, in her masque as Vanessa Vantai, had made offers and overtures to the Mandalorians out of a desire to ensure peaceable relations between the Imperial Confederation and the nation of bounty hunters - a nation she had personally witnessed be betrayed and backstabbed under the pretext of imperialism more times than she personally cared to consider. The knowledge that such relations, despite having not been further acted on by other members of the Imperial leadership, had decayed so dystrophically was disturbing enough to draw the attention and focus of the false false godess.

When the call opened up, she would be there. Not in holographic form - she seemed too solid for that - but she would be there, fully attentive of everything that was going on.

Hopefully this would go well enough.

 

[Amalia Visconti | Mira Rhory]

TAG: Karl Von Strauss | Her | Onrai | Marlon Sularen | Aether Verd | T'zarna Khab | Ronhar Tane | @open

It was a little crisis for the N&Z, but a much larger one for the Imperial Confederation, to be confronted with the brutality of the Mandalorian Empire towards its foes, or more precisely it's perceived foes. It put Amalia in a tough spot, as she had been handed the position of CEO by the Nargath House as a token to her service and expertise (not to mention the fact she basically ran the darker side of the company for several decades from the shadows). Betraying that trust placed in her could be a costly thing, and she was not willing to stake her life on it. next to that, she had already committed to heavy investments within the Mandalorian Empire, so if these secured investments and loans through the IMF would fall through the holes of this tension, not only the N&Z could be looking at a staggering loss of credits, but Amalia would have to manage this loss on the books, not to mention explain it to the board of directors.

Obviously, she has been stressed since the moment that blasted video surfaced on the holonet, while the brutality itself did not faze her, the potential consequences put her in such a delicate position that she was a wreck for quite some time, having to contact the production facilities of the EnSol division, contacting the IMF which acted as the company's financial arm, sending missives through various channels to division chiefs and their vice chiefs just to make sure the tension would not disrupt the company's overall production and logistics.

Still, taking a deep breath, at the moment she'd be representing the N&Z once again in what could be seen as another round of peacetalks, Amalia relaxed, settling herself in her chair and looking straight at the holotranseiver on her desk. pressing a button on said desk, the shutters behind her dropped down, drowning out the sound of the industrial heartland of Corvus. For a moment, she hesitated, but eventually...she activated the transeiver and leaned back in her chair.

"Let's hope this can be curtailed and nipped in the bud before it spirals out of control," The governor of Corvus calmly muttered under her breath as the holotranseiver began to connect to the secure network she was invited to.