Faction Modus Operandi | Trade Federation

[Gat Tambor]

HARNAIDAN, MUUNILINST
DAMASK SUPERSPIRE
THE TRADE FEDERATION
902 ABY
Lodd Grimmin | Jentoralt Damask | Gaius Sisenna | Mrauw
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T A M B O R
VICEROY
THE TRADE FEDERATION

PROPHECIES​

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It was in truth, an assembly of the Directory long overdue. Since returning to reins of command over the Trade Federation, Tambor had been rather...maverick in the organization's pursuits. Whilst it maintained a steady income in smaller arms contracts, customs fees and resource extraction- it had been a far cry from the shadow hand over much of the Galaxy it had been decades prior. Tambor, was before and last, a man who sought to control narrative, wield influence and deal power at the highest levels. They tread ever so slowly upon the precipice of something greater than its sum. The pieces slowly and meticulously fell into place but even so, Tambor was not a man who could enact such great ambitions alone.

He need assembly his directory, men of nebulous familiarity to the Viceroy but none the less, useful agents of change and dreadnoughts of industry alike. The Damask Super Spire had long housed the Trade Federation's headquarters, nestled only a few blocks away from the IMP500 stock exchange of which most every public share along the Braxant Run was traded, bought and sold. All of Harnaidan and much of Muunilinst thrummed with the Trade Federation's influence, working in a loose, non-binding relationship with its current overlords in the Diarchy. Ruled from Bastion once more, the Trade Federation saw its operations continue uninterrupted.

As each of the Directors and close envoys of the Federation arrived in the minutes leading to the scheduled time, their ships would be docked within the Damask Superspire, meticulously inspected with what few faults there were immediately seen to by repair and maintenance droids who hummed about in binary whistles and exact servo movements. Much of the Superspire had retained its Muun architectual language in heritage. Smooth, jade marble lined the flooring with money green stone along its interior. Well carved statures, fountains and natural light gave for an ornate, tasteful and rather classical space which contrasted much of the Federation's business, dealing in weapons of war, hard profit margins and commerce wars across the Galaxy.

Upon their gathered arrival, a protocol droid led them to the entrance of the Trade Federation's conference room where Tambor stood at the opposite end, his thick leather gloves clutching the back of his seat before he motioned an open palm to the group. <"Gentlemen...sit."> He said before he rounded the seat, the protocol droid pulling it out for him as astromech servers went around to distribute drinks and any other requested refreshments. Though, the default, to Tambor's preference was cool water. He didn't care for business to be an excuse to socialize over amasec or feasts. The meeting was to be as brief or as long as it needed to be with no needless detour.

He sat himself down, the seat's violet cushioning contouring to his pressurized atmospheric suit with what little comfort could be attained.

<"It has been long since the Directory has assembled...far too long. But in that...I have been well at work."> He said, tapping the tips of his gloved fingers against one another as he let the silence hang for a moment in contemplation. He pressed a button on his edge of the table where a sleek control panel was inbuilt into the ebony table, its cracks and imperfections filled with gold with a smooth, polished finish.

<"It is time...we play a more acting hand in the Galaxy. To place ourselves in a position by which we can enact influence over the greatest swathes of the Galaxy that we can possibly manage...the Galaxy is beginning to know 'peace' but that, as you all know, is a temporary institution. The Sith have consolidated and rooted themselves, the Galactic Alliance grows fat, its Senate without action and the Jedi emplaced as the sole will of their paltry agenda and ambitions. The Royal Naboo Republic grows steadily, an intriguing rump state nestled between the former two...and so too do the Mandalorians seek glory again, though they are often ones to burn with a charge that is hot as it is brief...various Imperial remnants war over the once space we saw economic control and dominance of. 'Diarchy', the 'Imperial Confederation' and at least half a dozen more who had yet to consolidate over more than one system. The Confederacy of Independent Systems, a government...hopefully detached from its predessor stakes its own claim...as too, does the Black Sun Syndicate seek to dominate the underworld."> He said, a finger flicking through the various profiles of each government, each one displaying the national flag, a portrait of the head of state as well as accompanying demographical date. Population estimates, gross GDP and the GDP per capita of each.

<"I have initiated relations with a few of these powers...but I'd wish to see the Directory pose its own visions, plans and ideologies by which the Trade Federation should see itself willed back into Galactic prevalence once more."> Tambor spoke.

 

[Jentoralt Damask]

'Home'. The word left a bitter, familiar taste in Jentoralt's mouth. An all too familiar void amassing in the bowels of his being at the mere mention of the world Muunilist; he knew these towering sky-scrapers all too well. These monolithic structures that stretched close to the skies, their mere presence emanating the haughty, natural wealth of his people. He also knew what came before them, however, what was there before the Trade Federation. Each step forward down the ramp of his shuttle made his marred features twitch. The cool air that came through the landing pad made the left side of his face become burdened with an unscratchable itch. He ignored it, as always. A commodity that he was well adjusted too by now - even if the winds of Muunilist made it itch more than he was used too.

Trailing after the protocol droid with a fluid march, Jentoralt's hands swung loosely by his side. The hiss that came before the opening of the doors resulted in the Muun's dry, scarred lips to curl upwards; a wide grin bearing jagged Muun canines spread across his features as he entered the conference room. The Muun's gaze almost immediately landed on Gat Tambor - and it remained on the Viceroy up until he took his predetermined seat. Bony, elongated digits intertwined with one another as he set his hands upon the table before him.

The glowing blue light of the hologram shined in stark contrast to the dark grey complexion of his features, and the grotesque scar upon the left side of his face. Jentoralt was silent, eyes darting across the room from the hologram as Tambor finished up his introductory line of dialogue. At last, the Muun spoke.

"Once mighty bastions, now turned to echoes of their former selves, are still a . . . profitable avenue, are they not? I recall days where the Trade Federation once had a far spanning influence in the ever volatile Galactic Alliance. Is now, more than ever, whilst they are so complacent in their squalor, not the most apt time to regain control that has been lost to us?"


Jentoralt's gaze shifted throughout the entire room as he spoke - though as he surmised, he turned to face Tambor. Digits unfurling from one another to splay across the table, his leftmost hand outstretched towards the Viceroy himself.

"Galactic prevalence is a subjective term, Viceroy. The will of the Federation should be a subtle one; a will that should be pushed out by the merit of perpetrators whom operate outside of our corporate banner."

 

[Gaius Sisenna]

Gat Tambor | Jentoralt Damask | Mrauw | Lodd Grimmin


The old Sheathipede-Class Transport hurdled through space in the direction of the Trade Federation's new bastion, putting on display the age of the model that had been in use for hundreds of years. Within the main compartment, Gaius stood aloof and out of place. Fixed to his chest were his imperial insignias, and in a more prominent position, a Kuat Entralla pin that closed the overcoat to his suit beneath. The only solace and familiarity offered to him were the two SpecNav operatives detailed from his personal bodyguard, who accompanied him for this meeting. Fothran, a super tactical droid he had since befriended since his ascension, had opted to remain on Entralla to oversee the completion of the commando droid project.

As the Superspire loomed in the distance, orders were given from one of the SpecNav operatives to the various B1 repair droids that stood within the cargo hold.

"Ensure the ship is properly fueled when we return."

The words were uttered coldly and in contempt. It was no secret some of his men derided the B1 models, models that truthfully offered little in warfare competence. The fledgling Director could do nothing but agree with that assessment, having been too comfortable with his own special operations outfit in the New Imperial Order.

Hovering just above the ground, the shuttle's insect legs embraced the ground with a subtle shift from the pilot's direction. Soon, the boarding ramp lowered, and the exhaust jettisoned from the rear compartment. Gaius and his retinue allowed the escort to bring them to the conference room, offering a respectful nod to the protocol droid who beckoned him. A judgemental eye shot around the room, at the others that staffed the Directory. A muun, a nemoidian... relics of what he knew of the CIS.

His seat was found comfortably, and he began to quietly listen as the Viceroy detailed his vision of the future. When it came time to speak, the Muun's words offered a starting point for discussion. Talk of reclaiming lost things, and Gaius perked up to offer his own perspective,

"I would caution against supplying or arming the rabble, theirs is an unreliable sort prone to damaging the legitimacy of your image, if I might be so bold. Far be it from me to advise corporate strategy, but as a political thought, we ought to develop a reliable list of 'legitimate' clients, whether or not we sell them wares worthy of our name. A sale of a rotting B1 battle droid to a legitimate political actor might earn droves in building our image. Only then, should the arm be extended to the Underworld."

He paused, reaching for a glass of water he had been provided with,

"Senators are a fickle people. We should start by building relationships with the malleable ones."​

 

[Lodd Grimmin]

Gat Tambor Gaius Sisenna Jentoralt Damask Mrauw

Lodd had been silent on the affairs of the Trade Federation for quite some time being content to rule the Purse-Worlds in the organization name. Under the rule of Viceroy Rulonom Laborr the mega corporation had made agreements and loans with the Sith Empire's various fiefdoms such as King Darth Caedes of the Kingdom of Korriban, the Dark Lord Darth Prazutis and Darth Carnifex of the Kainite, and the disgraced former governor Reicher Vax . (Passing Reference, sorry for the tags)

These agreements were now at risk should the current Viceroy Gat Tambor cancel them over his Imperial-leaning sentiments. He had assisted the New Imperial Order in rising to power amongst the ashes of the 10th Sith Empire, though the Trade Monarch was certain that the Skakoan understood that credits had to be made regardless of feelings.

He listened as others spoke such as Director Jentoralt Damask and Director Gaius Sisenna each with their own ideas and comments about how to increase the Trade Federation's power and influence within the galaxy to further heights.

"If I may, Viceroy Tambor. I believe we have already achieved quite a bit of influence within the galaxy...so I would not consider us in decline, with us having full ownership of Muunilinst from the Diarchy through a negotiation we conducted. Representation within the Royal Naboo Republic and the Confederacy of Independent Systems legislatures, agreements with various Fiefdoms within the Sith Order for industrial support" The Neimoidian explained while seated on the mechno-chair adorned with intricate designs.

They had quite a large amount of political influence despite not being the benefactors of a large empire like they once were but times had changed and they no longer needed to bind themselves to any one state in order to achieve respectable profit-margins for the next quarter.

"Though I believe our efforts should be focus on the Black Sun Syndicate as despite their criminal activity. They can be useful in establishing a lawless space where our Federation can thrive without the normal safety measures and respectable pay agreements that we are forced into while working within the territory of the Galactic Alliance." He concluded having already made a small deal with the Toydarian Guild-Master Zunn Zenraj .

 

[Mrauw]

Gat Tambor Gaius Sisenna Jentoralt Damask Lodd Grimmin

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The most recent addition to the Directory had remained silent, listening to the others as they gave their viewpoints and recollections while Tambor prompted them to action. His own company, Sector Industrial, specialized in the construction of waystations, outposts, and other semi-self sufficient infrastructure in atmosphere hosting or barren celestial bodies. A far cry from the financial magnates or defense tycoons.

When it seemed appropriate he offered his suggestion "The coalescence of the satellite galaxies into our own has created a once in a billion cycle opportunity. The Trade Federation could be on the forefront of transgalactic trade." he looked from Tambor to the others with a bit of eagerness "Untapped market opportunities, investments that have never been viable prior. We could create infrastructure to route new hyperlanes-" he put up a finger and then motioned towards Tambor "Hyperlanes that the Trade Federation can privatize and impose a transit fee for use of our investment. Something small, manageable, barely a rounding error in the Galactic Alliance and other major power's balance sheets but ultimately profitable."

Mrauw put his hands together slowly symbolically "We could be the joining force of three markets. No other organization is as capable of doing so than ourselves."

 

[Gat Tambor]

HARNAIDAN, MUUNILINST
DAMASK SUPERSPIRE
THE TRADE FEDERATION
902 ABY
Lodd Grimmin | Jentoralt Damask | Gaius Sisenna | Mrauw
@any other TF mfs that pm me to join.​

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T A M B O R
VICEROY
THE TRADE FEDERATION

PROPHECIES​

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He was silent for the moment, offering the floor to the Directory seated before him as his gloved finger tips tapped against one another in sequence against his chest, beady Skakoan eyes magnified by the thick lenses of his pressure goggles darting between each of them as he spoke, nodding in regards to several points before he took the field again.

<"AWWWWWWWWWWWEEEEER - Of that you are correct, Mister Damask. The Trade Federation is hardly a militarized, governmental body, no. Though- it has every capability of becoming one however, in such case, it would dampen our ability to act as the 'shadow hand' if it were."> He iterated, adjusting the knob of his vocoder to prevent another wailing outburst. A fault which he'd left intentionally in place within the suit which was otherwise engraved in complex golden inlaid patterns reflecting traditional Skakoan artworks in its aesthetic language.

<"Senators are...indeed a weak willed, fickle class...but ultimately I have found their power and influence within the Galactic Alliance to be subverted in favor of the Jedi, as much as they might claim otherwise. Though, I'm sure Mister Grimmin could provide a more well educated and better founded statement on the current state of the Galactic Alliance. I would not seek to limit our business to purely legitimate governments. It is the smaller scale contracts which keep the Trade Federation, Techno Union and its other subsidiary manufacturers afloat."> Tambor stated.

<"But yes, the Black Sun has already been contacted by Mister Thane who has established a working relationship with the Syndicate. They would stray from intervening in all Trade Federation customs, commerce, manufacturing and resource extraction in the exchange of an open line of business, albeit, through an 'unaffiliated' subsidiary in order to commission and purchase Trade Federation products."> Tambor explained.

<"No doubt the space held by the Syndicate can be used as a breeding ground of opportunity...the means of expanding our relationship with them are certainly on the table."> Tambor admitted, his attention shifted to the Feline alien seated at the table.

<"Of that you and I are of the same mind, Mister 'Mrauw'. The Trade Federation should be a means of facilitation as much as it is a means of manipulation on the Galactic markets. The creation of a network of trade infrastructure spanning these governments, akin to the Starbird Trade Spine is a prospect that no doubt requires more attention and investment. But so then, I take the consensus to be that our organization should avoid tying so closely to one Galactic power in favor of a more widespread influence. Something I find agreeable."> He remarked.

<"Though, I do believe a more tangible presence is needed regardless, whether it be asserting ourselves as a sovereign power or surveying neutral or loosely claimed worlds for our dominion. Whether it be to expand our industrial, infrastructure or security presence."> Tambor suggested.

 

[Gaius Sisenna]

Gat Tambor | Jentoralt Damask | Mrauw | Lodd Grimmin

"May I be bold in suggesting that we begin expanding our industrial operations? Deals are deals, but we should be expanding horizontally into new markets." The Director's hand drifted to a data pad, pressing lightly one of the controls. A hologram appeared, generating a brief summary of Entralla's expense sheet, "We should be building more mines, more offices, more yards. Aggressive yet under the radar, building capital for further enterprises."

The hologram fizzled out, as the Director gave a pointed expression to those at the table, and then to Gat Tambor directly, "This gathering is apt for such a decision. Viceroy, we ought to make such a move, for the sake of our ambitions."


Director Sisenna leaned back in his chair at that, his mind racing through possible targets and systems that would fit the goal. Those present could easily glean that the Director's ambitions were personal. He desired to expand his holdings, whether for wise, corporate decision making or a play for more personal influence. Nonetheless, it seemed he had arrived with a set goal in mind, rehearsed from the halls of Entralla's production lines.