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Merr-Sonn Fabrications

M E R R - S O N N...................F A B R I C A T I O N S
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OUT OF CHARACTER INFORMATION
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  • Canon Link: A very distant descendant of the infamous Merr-Sonn Munitions, Inc brand.
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CORPORATION INFORMATION
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  • Corporation Name: Merr-Sonn Fabrications
  • Headquarters: Bespin
  • Locations:
    • Bespin: Headquarters & Administrative Department *
    • Terminus: Shipping overlay, warehouse zones, component manufacturing *
    • Polis Massa: R&D Facility, mining facility *
    • Hoth: Industrial manufacturing facilities *
  • Operations: Component manufacturing, industrial machine fabrication, weapon and armor systems.
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  • Subsidiaries: /
DESCRIPTION
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In the past Merr-Sonn Munitions, Inc was a household brand.

The household who cared about state-of-the-art weaponry anyway. Since then a lot has happened in the Galaxy. A few star plagues, galaxy-ravaging wars, economical downturn, the usual suspects. Throughout this BlasTech Industries and the SoroSuub Corporation managed to revitalize their core business. Merr-Sonn... different story altogether. Never as profitable or iconic as its competitors it was destined to fall by the wayside. Downsized over and over. Picked apart by scavengers. In the end it didn't even retain its old name, being outperformed by special Inner Core interests in the legal field.

Merr-Sonn Fabrications was the conclusion to this sad tale.

It had neither a Merr nor a Sonn under his administrative aegis. What it did have was a jealously-guarded area of influence around the end of the Corellian Trade Spine. It sounded better on paper than in reality however. A run-down administrative building on Bespin, near the industrial zones and its smog. On Terminus it maintained a warehouse and workshop annex. Three of its rolling bands were out of commission. Let's not even talk about Polis Massa. Only Hoth was in any shape to brag about. Until a labor dispute started a secession movement that would make some nation-states blush. The Talz laborers believed they could do a better job on their own. Who needed the Bespin Board's oversight? They wanted higher wages, more convenient schedules and most of all better protective gear.

Since they were doing most of the work on their own already .... you know where this sort of reasoning leads to.

Rallied by a mysterious, but impressive Talz foreman they were about to make history. The first worker-owned collective this side of the Galaxy. Sadly a freak accident killed the foreman. Without his forceful and frankly charismatic nature the uprising was over before it could truly begin.

RATIONALE
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Someone had to negotiate the rest of the Talz away from the brink.

It was sheer luck, or incredible convenience, that Merr-Sonn had just hired a charismatic figure of their own. An engineer of particular ingenuity. Oh, they were a bit odd and also a small snail, but this was a forward-thinking Galaxy. If the snail could work, what was the problem, really? When he... it.. she? Nobody dared to ask- suggested they could have a conversation with their fellow workers? Well, it was accepted readily, because nobody else was up for the task.

Those Talz could rip your arm off and beat you to death with it.

Nobody was more surprised than the Talz how quickly their surrender was negotiated. The snail came, saw and spoke very carefully. Maybe it was their desperation at losing their leader, but they folded quickly after that. Going right back to work and even being more productive than before. Their productivity was so exceptional that the entire executive team came to Hoth. It was supposed to be an office party.

Nobody knows what happened to the team.

Some say they never arrived at the facility, a handful of silenced voices murmured their transponder had arrived just fine. Either way. Merr-Sonn Fabrications was now leaderless. Everyone in despair that their little company would be swallowed up by the larger competitors. Subcontracted out, chopped into actionable pieces. That's what had happened to other local competitors, after all.

Nobody remembers who first spoke up.

They only remember that by the end of the group meeting? It was the snail who got elected to Executive Officer. At least, until the ship could be righted, right? The snail, always humble, and still flush off its victory over the Talz accepted without hesitation.

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