Mine!

[Evaelyn Zambrano]

The frigate started its descent towards the planet's surface. It bore no insignia indicating it was a vessel belonging to an army of any of the major players of the galaxy. For all intents and purposes it was a merchant vessel. Civilian. It wasn't too far from the truth. They all had business on Alderaan.

Evaelyn was neither captain nor crew. She was just another whose interests placed her on that ship. It was a temporary alliance based on mutual gains. She didn't imagine they'd be here long. They better not be. The blue-haired halfbreed never stayed in one place for too long. If she did, it usually meant that something had gone wrong. Hopefully they would be too distracted by recent and current events to be bothered by her little agenda.

They'd be touching down soon. Evaelyn wasn't the talkative type, so she merely scanned the crowd. Almost all of them were new faces. Trust would be sparse. Yet she didn't feel concerned. There was one she trusted on the vessel. Her sister, in fact. With the the two of them together, it was in everyone's best interest to play nice.

Her outfit was quite simple. Form-fitting, dark pants, and a black top, underneath a dark brown leather jacket. There was no armour on her this time. Perhaps one day she would learn her lesson and put one on. For now, her weapon and shield was combined within the hilt of a lightsaber, attached to her belt. On opposing side to the lightsaber, hung a slightly more unorthodox weapon; an axe. She imagined the time to use both drew close

[member="Joycelyn Zambrano"] [member="Winter Sovereign"] [member="Sek Kali"]

 

[Joycelyn Zambrano]

Joycelyn's eyes stared into nothingness as the palms of her hands pressed together and her lips muttered repetitive prayers to the goddess of destruction. Unlike her sister, Evaelyn, Joycelyn was wearing some semblance of armour. It had been specifically chosen to make her look like a bounty hunter, so as to throw off any peering eyes. Joy had never been the stealthy kind. Rather, she was a person who valued might above all. Her prayers ended and her gaze lifted to meet that of her sister, a smile formed upon the vahlacanthix' lips.

Inseparable, indeed that was their way. They had chosen different incarnations of the same paths and did not always stand in the same room, but now and forever they would remain connected. The leather of her gloves creaked as her knuckles wrapped around a lightsabre hilt. In Joycelyn's belt too there hanged an odd, archaic weapon; it was a mace: An instrument of blunt force to be paired with her sabre.

The room was swiftly surveyed, she looked over the strangers and their environment. Could they be trusted? She would not rely on them to do anything but die. However, that too could be useful to the plan. Hopefully, they would die fighting and not in some interrogation-chamber.

She felt the fire burning in her heart, pumping fury into her veins and touching the power of Vahl. She knew Evaelyn had not found the same ferver in the blessing of the goddess as herself, but Joycelyn was certain the goddess watched over her as well. Grasping for her sister's gaze, she sent thoughts through their connection. Thoughts of violence, of excitement, readiness and a lingering anger.

Are you ready, sister?​

The smile turned into a confident smirk.

[member="Evaelyn Zambrano"] [member="Winter Sovereign"] [member="Sek Kali"]

 

[Sek Kali]

There was elegance in movement from those who were well taught would in the galaxy, proper gestures, a good understanding of social cues and a proper demonstration of intent. Sek had almost none of these.

The power pack lit up with a satisfied hiss following it's charged sound, Trandoshan fingers moving along the metal exterior like as if it was precious item, a delicate tap along the safety switch before the handle was tightly gripped by three scaled fingers. The mercenary continued to show deep appreciation for the weapon while sitting on a ammunition crate, having taken all the blaster power packs she could carry from the box and putting them in the pouches that littered her belt and armored vest. Eventually, she lowered the weapon onto her lap, herself resting from the thorough work she put into that mere blaster rifle. Head up and eyes open, she slowly moved her head from left to right, eyes twitching and pupils moving as she observed, there was nothing but two hisses from her, one when she looked up, and a second when she saw whom she was with. The hisses were not threatening, not judging nor even being an attempt to draw attention, instead they were out curiosity and thought as Sek believed there were many ways for this operation to go, and negatively was certainly most of those ways. Only a single thought crept it's way into the Trandoshan's mind as she observed, "The pay better be worth the effort."

[member="Joycelyn Zambrano"] [member="Evaelyn Zambrano"] [member="Winter Sovereign"]

 

[Filius Stellarum]

[member="Sek Kali"][member="Joycelyn Zambrano"][member="Evaelyn Zambrano"]
Filius sat in the darkest corner of the ship, his hood pulled low over his face. For the thousandth time he wished he had his own ship. The journey to Nar Shaddaa was proving to be longer than anticipated, and have much more stops and layovers as well. He was growing bored. His trigger finger flexed and opened reflexively as he gazed longingly at the small crate that held his rifle. Soon he would have a target in his sights once more, and the shot would feel like heaven.

A smile creapt up on his face as he imagined the slight pressure as he squeezed the trigger, the slight kick as the bolt left the barrel, the whoosh of air as he let out his held breath. Heaven, that is what it would be. The target would fall. It didn't matter who it was, no one could match Filius's skill at the scope, and no one could escape it.

It would be heaven indeed.

 

[Shaddi]

He cheeked the Harbinger rifle once more, a habit his father had taught him well before he had joined the sith. He wasn't here as a sith knight no he was here as a merc and dressed as one too with a Guardian armor covering his body and two heavy blaster pistols strapped to either thigh. Around his armor though was a long armor-vest coat that served as both added protection but also a place he could keep the ammo clips for the weapons in, hidden in an inside pocket was his lightsaber though in case things got really hairy.

Why was he here? well in short he was here to see how good the mercs of the galaxy were and if he could or should hire a few for a few jobs he had in mind in the future. Well that and he needed some phirk for another project he was working on. The Hud of his helmet was all but useless to him as he was physically blind and saw with the force but it was good to hide his face so he kept it on. After he cheeked the rifle once more to make sure it was fully loaded and operational he looked to the employers of this little job, namely [member="Evaelyn Zambrano"] and [member="Joycelyn Zambrano"] as he understood it.

Both were force users and had great potential but that didn't interest him this time, no he was more interested in the mercs they had gathered. [member="Sek Kali"] was a prime example of that, young, brash and seemed to be a little on edge. Same could be said about [member="Filius Stellarum"] but he kept his composure quite well, shame he was a cyborg. With that he looked back to the sisters. "How long till the drop?" He said in the accent of a spacer, none of them would know who he was and he aimed to keep it that way.

[member="Winter Sovereign"]

 

[Long Gone]

Alderaan wasn’t a cake walk anymore.

It was now a bastion of defenses and planetary checks that occurred quite frequently. This was due to the money put forth by the High Council of Alderaan. The New Aldera City was nearing completion, Alderaan Royal Engineers had their own corporate fleet stationed near the shipyards over the planet as well. The companies owned by [member="Darell Irani"] had their own interests present, as well as military and corporate might. Getting planetside would take more than fake credentials and sneaking through. The vessel carrying - [member="Evaelyn Zambrano"], [member="Joycelyn Zambrano"] and their crew would be halted beyond the third picket line while credentials and identifications would be checked and verified.

For obvious reasons, a notification would be sent to the command center down in the New Aldera Palace and likewise to other command posts about incoming traffic. Normal procedures in place to protect the resources that Alderaan had present. If a merchant desired phrik or any other precious resource – it was simply a matter of contacting the right people, through the right channels instead of attempting to raid secure facilities and potentially find the planet locked down by the time any attempt is made to flee off-world.

Elsewhere, Alyesa would be entertaining guests in the New Aldera Palace. More specifically, [member="Darth Vulkan"]. Alyesa had spent countless hours over the past few weeks securing new trade for the planet – as a neutral system with loose Republic ties due to the political influences, she had to ensure their survivability through whatever economic means. If that meant reaching out to the Mandalorians despite the wedge of war between the Republic and the Mandalorians – so be it. She had to do what was right by her people, even if the Republic didn’t appreciate it.

It was no longer about loyalty to a failing democracy – it was about survival. It was about ensuring her people and planet had a future in which they could depend on. She had the backing of every Royal House present on the planet – that was all that mattered. Now, here she was – doing what she did best.

 

[Laira Darkhold]

Vulkan on Alderaan wasn't something that happened often, or ever before. The only reason he was here now was because he had an interest in fund a successionist government in Republic Space. Every local he armed was a soldier that could fight against the Republic. Plus there were numerous other benefits. He might could convince Alderaan's ruler to assist Mandalore in its war in other ways. With Roche gone, Alderaan was the last source of Phrik the Republic had, and getting a lock on it could spark the economic destruction of the Republic while the Mandalorians focused on the total destruction of the Republic. The Republic was running out of allies quickly.

He had with him a contingent of Clan Vereen troops, albeit a small number and an accountant. Someone to crunch numbers when a deal was struck between himself and Alderaan's princess. In addition he had a copy of ArmaTech's full manifest, something not often brought out to show off. The main reason he bothered bringing it today was because the Princess, Alyesa Organa, had made a request that fit ArmaTech's wheelhouse. She wanted tanks and heavy droids. She would get them if she had the money and negotiating skills. Vulkan was not keen to trust any planet with a relationship with the Republic with his weapons of war. There was a reason his business had skyrocketed out of nowhere and landed as a massive arms manufacturer in no time flat.

"Is the Princess aware we have arrived?" He asked, holding the helmet in the crook of his arm.

The diminutive nemoidian beside the armored mandalorian glanced at a datapad and muttered out a response quietly. "I believe so. No doubt she was tipped off by the appearance of a Hran'dettr in her airspace and the gunship that delivered us to her doorstep."

The Sith Lord scowled, a slight snarl erupting from his mouth as the pair walked through the hallways of the palace, lined with gold, aurodium, and ivory. Some people were too opulent for their own good, but Vulkan knew this was the kind of palace he wanted to be able to visit with Seela without having to worry about fighting off a dozen Jedi Assassins.

[member="Alyesa Organa"]

 

[Long Gone]

Alyesa stood in the throne room amongst the regional governors. Her hands were clasped around a small flute of champagne as they continued to discuss the union dispute that had arisen over phrik miners and the companies who managed them. Apparently the problem had been centralized around the Republic – as the companies who owned and operated the phrik mines were Republic affiliated.

Alyesa and the High Council had sought to raise taxation on the Republic, and what they did in return was not shocking by any means. They reduced the wages of the miners as well as increased productivity. It was a slap in the face for increasing the taxes – so Alyesa was making her next move.

“Remove all Republic influence, military and political off of Alderaan.” She said bluntly, taking a sip from her flute. The facial expression of the governors shifted from mildly shocked to outright surprised.

“M’lady, you can’t be serious…” Lord Jacasta spoke up.

“Oh, but I am.” She gestured with the glass as she walked down the red carpet that was laced with golden designs of the Alderaanian Royal House. “The Republic has sought too much comfort in the arms of the Alderaanian people and our phrik.” She motioned to the Lords before her. “I have already begun to secure private military resources and legitimize our neutrality out of the Republic hands.”

The military forces she was speaking of were the contracts that would be negotiated with [member="Darth Vulkan"]. The contracts that had been secured with Tenloss, as well as the major military satellite that was being delivered by Blas-Tech. “The Royal Military Forces will be the primary source of military might and all we will require – no more Republic troop presence is authorized on Alderaan from this day forth.”

It was a simple decree, and one she planned on enforcing. Who would stop her? The Supreme Chancellor? The Senate? They couldn’t hold the entire planet hostage or stop their economic flow. The House of Organa had built Alderaan into what it was – not the Republic. The Republic was so mired by corruption and bickering politicians it was pointless to even stand behind them anymore. She had seen her sister struggle time and time again – it was painful and disheartening.

A protocol droid approach and interrupted their little gathering, causing Alyesa to smile sweetly and incline her head. “Gentleman, if you will excuse me. I have other matters to attend to.” And in return, they would offer their respects and depart. The droid spoke up and Alyesa raised a hand before he could even utter a word. “I’m sure I know who has arrived, please do not make him wait – have him escorted here.”

The droid seemed almost confused, turning away and then back to her before it turned away once more and shuffled off to fetch the off-worlder who had arrived.

 

[Laira Darkhold]

The Sith Lord stalked the halls of the Organa estate, probably the first time in a long time a Sith had been welcomed into the home by the owners, and probably not the last. Vulkan let his red ringed grey eyes float over the architecture and the people, taking in the sights. The droid that led him and the nemoidian through the palace was nice, gold plated. Too fancy for his tastes, but it meant there was serious money involved, and that boded well for his mercenaries.

He steadied himself in the Force, letting his presence leak out through the immediate area, covering several city blocks worth of space in his zone of influence. For now he was passive, not effecting any of the minds or souls he could feel around him, just touching them, getting a feel just in case he chose to do something a bit more drastic. The Clan Vereen warriors stopped in the main hall and remained in the back, waiting for their master and his accountant to return with orders for them, nothing more. Despite being armed to the teeth and plated in beskar, they were passive and non-aggressive, careful not to mess up their Master's business deal.

Vulkan mused to himself, having seen pictures of the woman he was supposedly meeting back during his time with the Republic all those years ago, assuming she was hands on enough to meet with him directly. When the doors opened and he was lead into a room laced with gold and walked a plush red carpet he smiled, she was sitting here alone in an ornate office. Vulkan bowed at the waist, careful not to lower his gaze from the woman. "Princess Organa, a pleasure to finally meet you." He looked around and rather than sit in a chair decided to be coy and made his way to sit against the edge of the desk she sat behind, keeping his wry smile plastered on his face. "I've been a fan of yours since you left the Republic with Incom."

[member="Alyesa Organa"]

 

[Evaelyn Zambrano]

[member="Joycelyn Zambrano"] [member="Sek Kali"] [member="Filius Stellarum"] [member="Darth Erebos"] [member="Alyesa Organa"] [member="Darth Vulkan"]

Evaelyn glanced over at the crew. They seemed a solid bunch, ready to fight, and fight they would. Under no circumstances did she trust any of them, however, as they likely didn't trust her. It was a shaky balance, but she hoped mutual interests and promise of mutual destruction if betrayed would keep them all in line. Alderaan held enough phrik for them all. Of course, for her it wasn't simply about the phrik. It was just another test to see if she was worthy of survival. So far she was still breathing.

'I was born ready. Only a couple of minutes after you' were the words one twin sent back to the other. The two sisters shared the same emotions as they prepared themselves for their task. Her eyes diverted to the helmeted man whose eyes she could not see (a shame, for so much could be read with just a look). "I don't know" she said, with a shrug. She did not know, but she had ways to find out. "I'll go check with the pilot" Evaelyn got up to her feet, and headed away from the group and into the cockpit.

She was met with a little spectacle, but she paid it no heed. It was to be expected. Regardless of factions, they all had one interest in common: survival. In the interest of maximizing the likelihood of this outcome, all parties would do well to play along. "How long until we in range?" she forwarded the question from Erebos (though she did not know him by that name). "That all depends on this. And him" the pilot gestured out towards the view from the cockpit, and then to the two males near the co-pilot's seat. "You want to go home to your wife and kids, right? In one piece, preferably?" With a grim smile, the pilot added to Evaelyn "Shouldn't be long"

The situation with the two other men was fairly straight forward. One was the original captain of this ship, the other was threatening him with the promise of pain and eventual death. Further, he had assured him that his wife and two kids would receive similar treatment, if the Alderanian did not comply and play along with their schemes. They didn't ask much from him, beyond allowing them passage on his ship, on his way back to his homeplanet. He seemed like a decent fellow. It would be a shame if they had to kill him.

 

[Joycelyn Zambrano]

As her sister rose to her feet to find the answer to Erebos' question, Joycelyn shifted slightly to the side as though to defend her sister's path. Her deep brown irises surveyed the room. Seemingly staring into the far wall, she made sure she could see each and every one of their compatriots; her smirk still present on her lips. She clenched and unclenched iher fists n a steady rythm as she worked with the fire in her heart. She fanned and strengthened it as her lips repeated her silent prayers like a mantra.

And don't you forget it.​

​

In the arbitrary realm of minutes and seconds, Joycelyn was indeed the older. She was also the taller and probably physically stronger. Evaelyn had talents of her own. She was certainly not weak, and far more clever than Joycelyn, a fact Joy would never admit to acknowledging.

With her observation of the room, Joycelyn did pick up some of [member="Sek Kali"]'s worry. If the Trandoshian was worried about the payload, then she should focus more on the task ahead. Phrik was valuable, especially in such turbulent times of galactic war. Resistant to most energy-based weapons, phrik was rumoured to be near indestructible, and much sought after by those who desired a lighter option to mandalorian iron. If they could get their hands on it, then certainly the pay would be worth the trip. Of course, as the Trandoshian could not read Joycelyn's mind, she would find no reassurance just yet.

The Vahla-Epicanthix halfbreed then turned her eyes on the figure that had poised himself in the corner. It annoyed her that she could not see his face, but when she saw the way his smile crept over his lips and how he stared at an oblong crate, she found herself not wanting to know much more. The emotions that emanated from him were more than enough to sate her curiosity.

[member="Evaelyn Zambrano"] [member="Darth Erebos"] [member="Filius Stellarum"]

 

[Filius Stellarum]

[member="Evaelyn Zambrano"][member="Joycelyn Zambrano"][member="Darth Erebos"]
As the ship began its descent, Filius sensed he was being watched. It wasn't the Force, or some other mystical mumbo jumbo, but years of training and experience in one of the galaxy's most dangerous lines of work. Filius looked up slightly, just enough to catch a glimpse of a young woman of unknown species. A scan of her with Filius's unblinking cybernetic eye yielded little. Her species must not be in his database. Strange.

In any case, Filius didn't like being looked at in such a fashion, and fixed his eyes on hers in a cold, calculating stare that would have sent a Rancor scrambling for cover. Filius had learned that intimidation was often the key to staying alive in an unknown situation, and had perfected the wolf-like stare over eight years of assassination experience. The stare said one thing, and said it very clearly:

No matter how bad you think you are, I'm worse.

His point made, Filius stared back at the metal plating at his feet.

 

[Long Gone]

Alyesa raised an eyebrow as she looked to [member="Darth Vulkan"] and then where he sat upon her desk. “Comfortable?” She said, raising up from her chair. She smirked slightly and approached from his side. Alyesa cocked her head to the side and brought a white gloved hand to rest upon his shoulder, she touched him gently at first and then dug in her fingers right at the pressure point – but not too hard. A smirk curling about her lips as she shoved lightly. “Get off my desk.” She let off a chuckle and passed by him as she made her way towards a liquor cabinet. “I assume you know why I have asked you to come here?” Her flowing dress passing by his feet, she shot a glance back and pulled the excess portions of her dress closer to her before he could snag them with his feet, narrowing her eyes.

“Never trust a man when your back is to them.” She turned and began rummaging through the cabinet. “They’re likely to stick something in you that isn’t sharp.” She mused softly, pulling out a bottle of Corellian ale. She popped it open and poured a glass of the greenish liquid into a goblet before turning to face him with the glass in hand. “I assume, you drink – right?”

 

[Laira Darkhold]

Vulkan smiled but wasn't insistent on sitting on the desk. She was being polite for now, and so Vulkan remained light hearted. So long as she didn't forget who in the room could melt her mind and leave her drooling on the floor. He let his eye's glance down to look her over when she walked past him, and immediately missed Seela, his slave. This one didn't have her curves. "I do. Its because you're rich and don't like your overlords, and I have an army and guns." Vulkan spoke bluntly, finding a seat in a comfortable red cushioned chair in front of the desk. He rolled his shoulders, the audible pop of tendons moving as his muscles tensed. He put the helmet down on the chair's arm, set to video record for his own purposes. Mostly he wanted some record of what they discussed today.

The big Mandalorian dug through a pouch while the princess rummaged in a cabinet. Inside the pouch he pulled a fine cigara and a match, but then she said something that caught his attention, and Vulkan raised an eyebrow, turning his red rimmed eyes back to the Princess of Alderaan. "Yes. I drink religiously." He light the cigara and puffed on it for a second before continuing his thought. "And, I wouldn't mind Princess, but it would be a lot messier than me sitting on your desk." Vulkan drew on the cigara and blew a puff of smoke upwards nonchalantly, ignoring the back and forth. With a click of his wrist, he made sure his helmet wasn't broadcasting or uploading audio or video just in case.

[member="Alyesa Organa"]

 

[Long Gone]

Alyesa let off a chuckle.


“You keep dreaming that something like that is going to happen.” She handed the glass off and waved away the smoke as she passed through it. She walked over towards a large bay window and looked out towards the Triplehorn Mountains before bringing her own glass to her lips and taking a sip. Alyesa raised an eyebrow before gesturing with her glass and moving to take a seat near Vulkan. “Being rich has little to no reason as to why you’re here. Military power, is more the reason why I require your presence.”


“Couple that with an oppressive, genocidal government standing watch over you, and that just adds to the desire to have someone like you nearby.” She took another sip from her glass before setting it down upon the desk. She grabbed the datapad that sat before them and punched in a few digits before gently sliding it to him. On the display was various requests and acquisition numbers. Proposal figures displayed on the left with market price on the right.


“A simple request on behalf of Alderaan Royal Engineers and the House of Organa. We will supply you access to the phrik mines and you will supply us with well – protection.” She turned and gestured towards the mountains. “Now this isn’t some sort’ve game where this protection can be overridden or controlled from afar – I want a guarantee that these things are tamper proof.” It was yet again, a simple enough request. Too many times in recent history have the tides been turned on opposite sides because some foolish company had back doors, had betrayed the buyer or something else.


Alyesa was no fool.

[member="Darth Vulkan"]

 

[Laira Darkhold]

The Sith Lord smiled to himself, taking the glace with a polite nod of his head. Her comment about her wealth amused him, mostly because if she had been poor he would have been much less apt to arrive with an offer to assist her. How could he profit unless she had the money to pay? When she handed him a datapad he began looking it over, scanning through it carefully as he thought to himself. Mostly about what he would say next to the Princess of Alderaan and whether he would bother being coy any further. "I don't put anything like trackers, self destructs, or overrides in my systems. If you can afford them, you can have them." He said, stopping only long enough to puff on the cigara and sip the glass of greenish liquid she had handed him.

"I brought you a pair of gifts as well, your highness." His tone was light-hearted, and he exuded honesty through his words. "The first is a copy of ArmaTech, and its subsidiaries full manifest. Everything we make that isn't restricted to Mandalore." He passed her the disc and waited. Her proposal figures were cute, and he might consider a fair trade to get his prices that low. Historically he offered customers spending more than fifty million a ten percent discount, but had been known to dive as far as twenty percent for a flirtatious woman or two who was spending a good chunk of change.

"But, I don't really want access to your phrik mines. I just want you to supply with some. I don't want to spend the money on sending workers only to have the Republic arrest them next week." Vulkan frowned a little. "After Roche I can't trust them not to fire upon civilians so I won't risk them."

"What you could do for me, is hide a contingent of my troops on the planet, and in return, if the One Sith come," he trailed off for a second, thinking of his allegiances, "I will do everything I can to ensure you maintain sovereignty of the planet." He wasn't sure he could manage such a thing, but he was a man of his word. He would certainly make his best attempt.

[member="Alyesa Organa"]

 

[Long Gone]

Alyesa shrugged lightly. “You’re welcome to open an embassy of sorts, a headquarters if you will – with military presence on Alderaan, however…” She paused and took a look over the manifest. “They must abide by the laws, just like the Republic does.” The mention of the Republic made her almost roll her eyes, not out of disrespect but the notion they controlled anything within the sphere of influence that was Alderaan. “The Republic is banned from this world – by official decree as of this morning.” She waved a hand. “They won’t give you any trouble, but I respect your request none the less not to be bothered with such things.”

She continued to study the manifest, occasionally turning to a fresh datapad for notes. She’d continue to talk despite being occupied with the notes. “I do appreciate whatever you can do, if such an event occurs.” Alyesa offered Vulkan a genuine smile before returning to her note taking. The One Sith – it was an interesting notion needless to say. The last time they invaded Alderaan, they destroyed the planet. It took every bit of sacrifice and personal fortune to get it back into shape. Now, she was struggling to maintain a forward momentum. The true point of neutrality was trying to distance oneself from allegiances and potential security pacts that could be seen as government sway on the Royal House. A difficult task considering war was all around them.

[member="Darth Vulkan"]

 

[Laira Darkhold]

Vulkan saw her smile as he finished the cigara he had lit. He wasn't much of a smoker, but one every couple of weeks he enjoyed a fine, expensive one with some form of alcohol. But that he drank often, at least one drink a day, though not excessively. Despite all his flaws, he was not a drunkard. "I just need my boys here if the Republic makes this a target, should the war continue until it finds itself here. They are rowdy, but they won't cause you any trouble." And having them established here would give him a leg to stand on.

As Alyesa continued reading the datapad, Vulkan made himself comfortable, stretching out his legs and shifting lower in the chair. "Well, when you get done looking over what you need, tell me and we can talk about price. Until then I will sit here letting you enjoy my second gift." He gave her a wink and finished the drink she had handed him, letting his attention wander throughout the room, looking over the ornate decorations and trinkets she had sitting around the office. "I like this office. My office is black desk, grey walls with red chairs. Maybe I should get you to decorate my office." He said with a laugh, just breaking the quiet as she studied the manifest.

[member="Alyesa Organa"]

 

[Long Gone]

Alyesa chuckled softly and rose up from the desk, carrying the datapad with her. "The Royal House is a bit different than what you might be used to." She looked back at Vulkan. "No offense in that of course." She let off a sigh as she set the datapad down on a small table. "I worked so hard to get everything back to the way it was and sacrificed so much. My sister, Faith gave so much to the Republic only to have them spit in her face as well." She shook her head softly. "We both lost ourselves and in turn, lost our relationship for one and another." She bit her bottom lip softly. "I think she hates me." She whispered as she snatched the datapad up quickly and turned back to Vulkan, walking over swiftly to him and gently placing it before him.

"But that is another matter." She gestured to the display. "Here is what I'm requesting."

On the datapad would be a wide variety of items.

ACS-301 YVH Probe Droids (Restricted) - 30

ACS-302 Heavy Assault Droid - Two Battalions

ACS-501 Redeemer Main Battle Tank - Three Battalions

ACS-501 Harbinger Battle Tank - Three Battalions

ACS-501 Devastator Assault Tank - Two Battalions

ACS-501 Annihilator Tank Destroyer - Two Battalions

ACS-502 Mobile Artillery Vehicle - Two Battalions

ACS-503 Mythosaur Mobile Fortress - Four Units

ACS-503 Ori'edee-class Shield Walker - Five Units

Also listed would be two strike cruisers and a battleship listed as a flagship.

Alyesa nodded softly before turning away. "I'm well aware that the cost of these would be quite high and I'm prepared to make the arrangements for payment in full."

[member="Darth Vulkan"]

 

[Laira Darkhold]

The Sith Lord took the datapad and looked over the listings, eyebrows raising at he looked at the extensive list of vehicles. Apparently she was a tank nut like Olivia Dem'adas, but without access to the monstrous beskar plated Myrkava tanks the blonde Mandalorian woman enjoyed driving. Certainly the princess was rich and could afford everything, and pretty much everything he saw wasn't of serious concern, and she had a ridiculous amount of credits. There was only one problem.

"The last time I sold Mythosaur walkers, I ended up fighting them. I won't sell nine to Alderaan when I only keep a small number. They are big and expensive as all get out to make. I will sell you four, in any combination of Mythosaur and Ori'edee you choose. If you want the others, they will have to be crewed by my men and on loan. Its a bit more expensive in the long run, but its the only way you are getting all those walkers I'm afraid. I didn't even sell that many to the Techno Union or the Mandalorians." He sat up a bit straighter, cracking his neck and tapping some buttons on the datapad. The average tank was about as expensive as an X-wing, but after all the add-ons he had made standard for his models they were a good bit more. But that is the price one pays for tanks that can survive the occasional lightsaber strike.

"So, the market value on this order would be one hundred thirty five million credits. Its a steep order, just shy of a Star Destroyer in cost. Since you looked at my ships, I feel as though I should advise purchasing the Warden-class. She's the best detector there is and she seconds as an interdictor with early warning detection systems." He stopped for a moment, doing a bit of math, in his head. It wasn't hard, just basic addition, but he took a moment on it, deciding if he should even part with the detector frigate. "But she would bring you to spending one hundred fifty six million today. Normally I slash ten percent off market price for orders of this size, which would be one hundred twenty one point five, or one hundred forty if you decide on the Warden." Draco had been known to slash his prices further for the right incentives, though Vulkan was a wild card in this case.

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