Open Congress on Ord Mantell

[Vespasian the Elder]

An unspecified invitation leaves Ord Mantell via the HoloNet. Adressing the reader with the following offer:

"The Mantellian Commonwealth invites industrial, trading and technological business people, unemployed intellectuals, commanders and pilots as well as diplomats or representatives of major galactic powers or simply curious individuals to join a forum. Security, order and appropriate manners will be upheld by the host.
The forum, the congress, is held for matters of civil and mannered communication, equally as developing opportunities and forging bonds of respect or even friendship.
If you are interested to follow this communique please leave a short response to signal our preparational team to set up the necessary requirements. As host we offer housing, food & beverage, protection and free leave.

We hope to appeal with this offer and soon see responses of interested individuals.

Signed,

Vespasian the Elder."

Attached file:
"Everyone accepting the invitation agrees to the following terms: Bodyguards are allowed with a maximum of two, they may not carry ranged weapons. The ship of arrival must be a shuttle or light freighter of size and armament. The armament and equipment of the individuals participating must correlate with a civil, non-combat and peaceful intention. House Dorn and the Commonwealth will take care of any protective measures."

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Out-of-Character:

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The short response should be a private, direct message to me.

Location: Ord Mantell, Dorn Residence
For the congress many preparations are made. The Dorn residence offers more than enough space to accomodate a large number of people. Decided to be a very suitable location, the house and its holds offer many possibilities for publicity and privacy. The house offers a large garden area, a large plaza with several fountains, two conference rooms and two dining rooms.
Except for the typical traffic in the system and a single cruiser, there will be no warship presence of the Mantellian Commonwealth. On ground two companies of security forces are responsible for upholding peace and order.

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Out-of-Character:

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I set those locations to describe and limit the space, focus roleplay and still offer enough space for privacy if required.

Once I recieve a single message of a character joining, I will set up the start post which gives a detailled setup, location description and proper entry possibilities.

Guest List

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Senator Harley Fenstermacher, New Republic
Yefeth Rothko, CEO of Rothko Capital
Director Rozalyne Kurganova, Silver Jedi Oder
Allyson Locke, Bodyguard of Director Kurganova
Viceroy Vinten Veers, Confederacy of Independent Systems
Eustachya, Bodyguard of Director Kurganova
Queen Faith Organa of Alderaan
Riamah, Companion of Queen Organa
Viceroy Caesar Kenway, Confederacy of Independent Systems
Mayor Devlyn Kane, Mayor of Coruscant
Captain Atlas Drake, Kathol Republic / Outer Rim Coalition
Duchess Marina DeVoe, Duchess on Alderaan

 

[Harley Fenstermacher]

News of a new rulership out of the planet or Ordmettela was certainly somthing the caught the new republics eye, more so with there very open congress message even with all the political problems going around. Unfortunately it was to be added to the long list of already planned interactions with many other plantery rullerships the senate vic-chancellor had to deal with. At the same time this was not an event one could pass up. As such Harry had resumed the role of a lead diplomats between the New Republic and any new or sudden issues that required imidiate attention, the Echani senator having sent a reply to the border fringe world.

A DM would be sent back to the source of the message -The New republic would certainly be honoured to attended this gathering you wish to hold and will be sending senator Fensterhamcher to act as a representative. We hope that this first introduction will be the stepping stone towards a fruitful relationship in the future-

Not much later a single civilian styled shuttled appeard in the planets orbit, a NH-SCV space yacht, made by Harley’s own comapany. Aborted the agile and retail craft say the senator, looking out the window as the pilot made approach, “you know I honestly forgot this place was any better then Tatooine, all I ever heard was the mountain or ruins and other stuff on the world, guess things have changed a lot”. No all they had to do was wait for this [member="Vespasian the Elder"] to allow them passage onto the planet and hope they were a talkative bunch.

 

[Vespasian the Elder]

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We start with a OOC notice.

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I have been contacted to explain the plot, reasoning and purpose of this roleplay a bit further.

Indeed, the main reasoning is a political one, to introduce myself and character as well as the faction I am working on and want to establish to this page. One might have noticed that I posted several submissions in the past days, consolidating some base lore and items for the faction.
Getting in touched with other minor or major factions would be the ideal goal behind this, but also to give every other individual the possibility to get an IC relation going - for whatever reasoning - does not matter at all! It does not has to be military, economic or political focused. If you want to talk about a hobby - do it. If you simply want to see other people - do it. There is no schedule one has to follow.

Holding and hosting such a forum shall simply show a neutral and kinda liberal attitude towards the other factions, to characters of different origins and everyone or everything else. So one could say that the main reason behind this is simply to offer a ground to roleplay with all others, as well as supporting and advertising my faction. Basing it on the curiousness of the older, established chaps and factions.

I set up a little bit of location only, because of the simple reasoning that I can not judge the attraction of such an idea to this community, hence why I give the invitation with conditions and then only a basic setup - before I move to make a detailled and proper setup after learning for how many people I am doing it. Call it bad experiences. The rough outline of the roleplay location is just meant to give a simple idea of where we are, what is possible and what one can expect.

I hope I clarified for those who might needed some further detailling and explanation.

My real setup post will either follow tonight or tomorrow.

 

[Yefet Rothko]

Upon reading the Holonet message, Yefet Rothko leaned away from his desk, rocking back in his leather chair. Never one to turn down an opportunity to network with the corporate and political elites of the galaxy, Yefet decided that this would be a worthy use of his time. Not to mention, he thought, rubbing shoulders with government diplomats would certainly provide him with ample opportunity to further ingratiate himself with those in government and give him a forum to promote his political agenda. Yefet quickly responded with a DM accepting the offer. He then sent another DM to his secretary to have his yacht ready to depart for Ord Mantell.

Soon, Yefet found himself above the surface of Ord Mantell. Finishing his fifteenth glass of champagne, Yefet awaited for a confirmation to land from Vespasian the Elder. In the meantime, another glass could not hurt.

 

[Rozalyne Kurganova]

Shortly after the Commonwealth's message filtered throughout the Holonet, Rozalyne, one of the Silver Jedi Order's chief representatives aboard, was quick to issue a statement in response to the open invitation.

Greetings,

The Silver Jedi Order and our partners are interested in meeting with the Commonwealth and exploring the possibility of normalizing relations. We accept the conditions you have laid out for a visit.

Attached to this message are contact details to reach my office so that we may discuss protocols and expectations ahead of any gathering.

I look forward to visiting Ord Mantell.

Respectfully,

Rozalyne Kurganova
Director of the Silver Service Corps

Days later, Royzalyne arrived over Ord Mantell aboard her personal yacht, which served as her diplomatic courier. The sleek Nubian craft was about the size of a light freighter, meeting the requirements of Commonwealth. However, a heavy cruiser from the Silver Spacy prowled a few sectors away in open space as some insurance. Rozalyne wasn't expecting trouble, but she always prepared for the worst, in the instance, she suddenly needed to be whisked away from trouble.

The yacht held its position in high orbit, transmitting its credentials and squawking its transponder codes to identify itself as an official vessel of the SJO.

[member="Yefet Rothko"] [member="Vespasian the Elder"] [member="Harley Fenstermacher"]

 

[Allyson Locke]

Location: High Orbit, with [member="Rozalyne Kurganova"] & [member="Eustachya"]
Job: Bodyguard / Pilot


The Nubian ship was something Allyson was overly giddy about piloting. The ship itself was gorgeous and probably one of the most beautiful things she had ever seen. Sitting in the leather seat, she squinted slightly at the brightness of the ship’s interior. The woman who owned the ship was a princess, probably a good thing Allyson wasn’t some scruffy Corellian.

Piloting the ship was amazing and once they were in flight, she allowed the autopilot to take over for a moment. This was mostly so she could rest her eyes and mind, it was a quiet ride and she yawned slightly and reached for the warm caf at her side. As they waited now in high orbit, Allyson made sure that all codes were passed properly ensuring that those on the receiving end knew they were an SJO vessel.

She spoke to Rozalyne, “Looks like we’re just waiting for final clearance, should start preparing for us to go planet side.”


[member="Yefet Rothko"] [member="Vespasian the Elder"] [member="Harley Fenstermacher"]

 

[Vespasian the Elder]

He was looking into his own eyes, mustering them, looking around his face, at his hair, his eyebrows, being somewhere deep in thoughts.

"Sire?"

Surprisingly blinking and looking at his adjutant without turning around, Vespasian nods. "I was deep in thoughts, sorry Dio." The adjutant smiles and holds the jacket a bit higher, to make the Lord Executor remember why they were here.

"No need to apologise Sire." Cassian Dias approaches the Lord Executor from behind, who is straightening his back and holding both his arms backwards for the adjutant to be able to help him into the jacket.
Vespasian is watching the procedure by looking into the large mirror in front of them. As soon as he can, he buttons up the attire and looks at himself once more while his adjutant brushes off some dust or whatever he may see from the shoulders and back.

Looking over the shoulder of his superior, Dias says, with some sarcasm in his voice: "Stunning, Sire."

"Shut up." Dias chuckles upon hearing that and continues to tidy up the change room.

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Half an hour later Lord Executor Vespasian Dorn was walking down the plaza in front of his residence. Dressed in a suit with a long jacket, coloured mainly in black with yellow additions, tailored in a civil-miltiary crossover, high black leather boots, polished to reflect the sunlight and officers trousers, he looked quite impressive. His personal adjutant, Cassian Dias, was walking next to him wearing a neutral uniform with only the symbols of the Commonwealth on it.

Just before they left the main house, the order was given to designate landing platforms of the nearby space port ot every arriving guest. The Commonwealth set up a private shuttle service to get everyone attending to the residence.

The two men walk with calm steps across the plaza, between some statues of old origin and sprinkling with clean and clear water, the two headed for Meridia Hall, a large building which marked the official entrance to the area.
The large redwood doors automatically open for the two people approaching. Inside the building was a large hall with another redwood door on the other side, the outside entrance. It was decorated with large pictures of past owners of the residence, rulers of Ord Mantell, Commanders and many more - not even Vespasian knew everyone and lighted by huge windows with view on the plaza, gardens and the alley which leads towards the residence.
Inside the hall was a whole contingent of people waiting, mainly employees of the company, as well as a handful of soldiers. All bowed slightly when the Lord Executor entered with his warm smile. "No need for that gentlemen." Different to the pictures, he knew all of his employees with their names.

Clearing his throat and folding his hands behind his back, Vespasian continued. "It is an important day today, for all of us. Do not worry about any mistakes which might happen, broken glass or wet clothes never caused a war." Responded with a slight chuckle from the people in front of him, the leader continued. "Our guests will arrive soon, everyone will make way to their assigned jobs in a bit. The ones assigned to Meridia will get trays with aperitifs to welcome our guests, though before that, every guest is asked to enter his or her name into our guestbook, including the purpose of their visit and if so, who they represent, as well as asking if they attend the official dinner and wish a room. Any questions?"

They had none. Waiting in one of the smaller rooms attached to Meridia Hall, Vespasian was talking with Dias till the first guests arrived.


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In orbit, the Strike Cruiser Hammer was transmitting the clearance for all arrivals to land and gave them a designated landing pad in the spaceport where a shuttle of the Commonwealth would wait for each of them to fly everyone to the residence right after arrival.

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[member="Allyson Locke"] [member="Rozalyne Kurganova"] [member="Yefet Rothko"] [member="Harley Fenstermacher"] [member="Faith Organa"]

 

[Yefet Rothko]

upon receiving the clearance, Yefet closed his eyes tightly and stretched his muscles as he prepared for his first meeting with Vespasian the Elder and the other guests. He got up from his chair and walked to his bedroom suite. In the bathroom, he splashed his face with cold water. Not one to easily get nervous, Yefet was more concerned that his face would reveal the extent of his drinking prior to landing. Being the consummate professional, though, he quickly dispelled this thought and straightened his tie as he exhaled and gave his reflection a forced smile.

After his ship landed on his designated pad, Yefet confidently departed. His eyes hidden behind his sunglasses, Yefet quickly scanned the environment. He took a deep breath of the fresh air. The surrounding greenery and fresh air was a much appreciated change from Coruscant. Yefet lit a cigarette as he approached the shuttle that would escort him to the residence. Yefet boarded the shuttle and flicked his cigarette to the side, giving a wry smile. He was looking forward to this.

Vespasian the Elder Allyson Locke Rozalyne Kurganova Harley Fenstermacher

 

[Vinten Veers]

Vinten sat in his office on Geonosis, reading through legislative proposals and messages from other Viceroys in the Confederacy. It was all the usual garbage, nothing of any particular special interest. As he continued to read through, a buzz came at the door. "Sir? May I come in?"

Vinten rolled his eyes and set his holopad down. "Yes 3p7, enter." Vinten responded to his annoying protocol droid.

The blue and black protocol droid waddled into the room, holding a holopad. "Sir, an invitation from the Mantellian Commonwealth."

"The what?" Vinten scoffed as he grabbed the holopad. He read through the message that had been sent out, peaking his interest. "Ah yes, some new organization on the other side of the galaxy. I believe I did see something about them in passing." He pursed his lips and contemplated some more. "Yes! I shall attend. Send them the necessary information."

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Vinten's Solar Sailor came out of hyperspace above Ord Mantell, the extension folding up as they came out of hyperspace. Vinten leaned back in his seat as clearance codes came through, authorizing them to land. He smirked as the ship flew down to the surface, heading to a designated pad. The ship landed softly, the ramp dropping just as Vinten, flanked by two commando droids exited the ship. The droids only carried their vibroblades, in accordance with the request for no ranged weapons.

They were quickly escorted to a shuttle, that then shipped them to Vinten's designated place of residence.

[member="Yefet Rothko"] [member="Vespasian the Elder"] [member="Allyson Locke"] [member="Rozalyne Kurganova"] [member="Harley"] Fenstermacher

 

[Epistor of Phasekion]

~ Location: Nubian yacht,​

common room ~​

~ Mission:​

* Protect the Princess​

* Regain hope? ~​

~ Tag: [member="Rozalyne Kurganova"], [member="Allyson Locke"] ~​

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Eustachya had spent the time between the promotion ceremonies and before leaving on this mission with Allyson convincing herself that why she didn't feel completely at home with the Silver Jedi was because she hadn't yet tried in any profound way to fit in.

And so she had made herself an article of fusion, something to reflect both the aesthetics of the Jedi but also of her original home:

She forewent the inner tunic altogether and her creme-colored outer tunic hung, form-fitting to her arm, only just past her elbow, an ocean-wave meander pattern embroidered with thick, black thread aborning the sleeve trims. The top half of a peplos was her tabard of sorts. She had allowed the light grey cloth to hang down in the front and back, the hems of these flaps also decorated in the same way as her outer tunic. Delicate silver fibula pins held the tabard together at her shoulders. Underneath the excess flaps, a typical leather utility belt held up her brown trousers. She had not made either herself, for the former was beyond her skill and the latter was a foreign concept to her; Sargus Novians rarely made any of their clothing with seams. To make sure that none of her skin showed, she made some foot wraps of matching color so that none of her lower half's skin would show, and tied her gladiator sandals on over them. A woolen, tan stola thrown over her arm fulfilled the purpose of the robe.

Lastly, she had fashioned her hair into the badge of a padawan, the braid, but instead of one, she made two, one for Trophimus and the other for Triompas.

Despite her efforts, she felt no different, just a little uncomfortable in trousers and she sat alone at a bar in the common area, playing knucklebones and marbles. She was supposed to be meditating. She knew she was, but doing so just made her feel more alone.

 

[Faith Organa]

Location: Traveling on good will mission near the Mid Rim

Word came rather quickly that there was a change on Ord Mantell the invitation however was a surprise. Faith perused the message and thought about what it would take to divert to Ord Mantell. Ma'ree was good according to the nanny, her mother and [member="Draco Vereen"] . The stay at home protector of all that they held dear.

BUT she had to admit to anyone that asked she as her mother wanted to see her more than accept the word of everyone she entrusted with the baby's care. Typical behavior. Least she thought it was.

Her entourage could consist of anyone

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[member="Marina DeVoe"] [member="Riamah"]

she looked at the faces surrounding her waiting for a decision. Alderaan needed friends even if in the Mid Rim. She could negotiate something for...trade purposes. She smiled ok..

She nodded, "let's take the trip"

Within a few days of receipt of the message they were asking for clearance to land.

@Eustachya [member="Vinten Veers"] [member="Yefet Rothko"] [member="Vespasian the Elder"] [member="Allyson Locke"] [member="Rozalyne Kurganova"] [member="Harley Fenstermacher"]

 

[Riamah]

It was a good thing Ra had kept her calendar free as a request from Faith came in to join her on another outing. She had really enjoyed the last one and in fact all their meetings had been pleasant, so agreed to accompany her queen again.

Faith might have her own people coming along, but Ra had to bring one herself. Pulling the strings of a small movement of her own, she had picked up an enemy or two and needed her own guard. The man in question she was bringing was somebody of great importance himself. A king of his own world, they found their views matched and he had agreed to join her.

They were all on board the ship with Faith and she walked up to her. Giving her a small nod of respect, she also included a smile.

"This is going to be great for me. A chance to get back to my merchant roots. Thank you, your majesty."

[member="Faith Organa"] [member="Vulpesen"]

 

[Caesar Kenway]

Wearing: This
Guards: Magna Guards
Viceroy Kenway remembered the message he'd sent to the Commonwealth leader, about a month ago. He remembered it, crystal clear, just like the name of his family. Perhaps due to what he said, the way he said it, or the fact he had said anything. Or perhaps it was for some other reason. The Grievous-Class Command Ship was pushing forward, through hyperspace, towards the planet of Ord Mantell. It was a long journey, and they'd had to stop for a refuel atleast once. They had had to pilot around the territory of other major factions, it would've been a nice, simple, straight jump from the Command Ship's docking station on Ord Pardron, with a couple stops for refuelling along the way. But seeing as Kenway was the esteemed Viceroy of Ord Pardron, of the Confederacy, it was better to stay out of other Faction's space, lest they be stopped, detained, or halted in their progress for an absurd amount of time, possibly even executed, just for some political matter.

The Viceroy was spending time in his suite aboard the ship, he had a good hour left until they arrived at Ord Mantell. Half an hour until he had to head up to the bridge. He had the Viceroy of Kalinda, [Member=Kyber] aboard the ship with him. He was the other diplomat the Confederacy had sent to Ord Mantell, luckily however. Gods above know why the higher ups had decided to send two of the Viceroys furthest away from the planet there for diplomacy. I mean, he understood sending actual royalty, but sending a droid, whose main purpose as a Viceroy was simply to cleanse the planet he was assigned to of an infestation, which, when done, would presumably be the end of his term as a Viceroy, gods know why. However, he was sitting down in his favourite chair in his suite, sipping wine of the red variety, waiting for the time to go to the bridge. Out of nowhere, the message he had sent to the Commonwealth popped into his mind.

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"Commonwealth Elder Vespasian of Ord Mantell, this is Viceroy Kenway of Ord Pardron. I, along with a respected colleague of mine, have been instructed by the Vicelord of the Confederacy himself to attend this gathering. We carry the authorisation of the Vicelord of the Confederacy to negotiate, offer trade, and create deals with you. Attached to this message are contact details for both my office, and that of my colleague, and the Vicelord, should you need them. This concludes the message, we shall arrive on the day, no sooner, no later."

He then started thinking about all the preparations that must've gone into planning for the event, all the waiting, everything. One thought that popped into his mind was that perhaps a month's notice was not enough, surely there would be a large amount of people attending this invitation, surely it would take a long time to reorganise, or just be tedious to do so, all because of two diplomats.

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Twenty minutes had passed, he'd finished his glass of wine, signed a few documents. Then he'd gone up to the bridge. He took up position at the middle, by the front, looking out over the ship as it came back into real-space. It took but a minute for the ship's Commodore to make his way to the Viceroy, saluting him, he then reported they were approaching Ord Pardron, and it would be in view soon. The jump had been cut short due to a drain on the fuel, and that as a precaution, incase the planet did not, or would not refuel them. Or incase they had to make a hasty departure, the fuel would be conserved. The Commodore then returned to his duties of commanding the ship's crew, who had been at ease, relaxing during the hyper-space trip.

The viceroy ordered for the HCE Slipstream Personal Shuttle to be prepared in the side hangar, and that it was stocked with the two Magna guards the Viceroy had ordered for the trip. And that whatever the other Viceroy had prepared as a guard, if anything. A few moments later, a communication breached the bustling silence of work that the bridge was occupied by, requesting identification, and landing codes. The Commodore hurried to the comms station aboard the bridge, but the Viceroy beat him to it.

"This is Grievous-Class Command Ship 'Negotiation', carrying Viceroys Kenway and Kyber of the Confederacy of Independent Systems, acting with authority of the office of the highly esteemed and respected Vicelord of the Confederacy of Independent Systems. We contacted a month ago, reserving a spot for the Confederacy. Landings codes are as follows:"

He gave them the correct codes, and the same voice as before spoke again, asking if the Command Ship was their landing ship, which the Viceroy answered with a swift no, saying they would be taken to the surface by a HCE Slipstream Personal Shuttle. The voice then granted them landing. The comms then went silent, and the Viceroy began making his way to the sidehangar, ordering for the Viceroy Kyber to be informed to move to Hangar Bay Two for deployment to the surface. And that if he required anything, that he should take it now. Moments later, the Viceroy arrived at the shuttle, walking up the ramp, and into the pilot's seat, the shuttle was already in flight mode, ready for ignition of the engines. He then waited, for the other Viceroy to get in his position.

He straightened his collar, waiting for the approval for take off, and the hangar bay doors to be opened.

 

[Allyson Locke]

The relay provided the permissions that were needed to head planet side. Allyson sent the message to the rest of the group which included one of Jyoti’s padawans. The girl seemed to keep to herself and Allyson figured she was still getting her bearings straight. Either way, Allyson would do her best to keep an eye on her.

Slowly but surely the Nubian ship entered the atmosphere from high orbit. Once the ship was docked Allyson moved to gather her things. There was a note about ranged weapons not being allowed, she frowned knowing that her favorite blaster was remaining on board. Instead she clipped a lightsaber and a small dagger to her person. Wandering through the ship, she caught up with Eustachya and smiled. “No ranged weapons and stay close to me okay?”

This was her first mission as a Knight, but not her first as a bodyguard. She moved quickly and made sure the shuttle that would take them and the princess to this meeting. Allyson waited for the Princess to make her presence to the shuttle along with the padawan.

[member="Caesar Kenway"] [member="Riamah"] [member="Faith Organa"] [member="Eustachya"] [member="Vinten Veers"][member="Yefet Rothko"][member="Vespasian the Elder"][member="Rozalyne Kurganova"][member="Harley Fenstermacher"]

 

[Harley Fenstermacher]

The small luxury yacht had slowly come to a stop on it’s designated landing pad, no steam or overly loud mechanical noises coming from the finely crafted engines and systems. Slowly the back airlock opened up to reveal the Echani senator, dressed in the simple white suit and black pants he always wore, never really needed anything else in his mind. Taking a small step fowards a personal ramp extended from the back allowing access to the landing pad, Harley looking up to observe the structure where talks had been scheduled to take place.

“It is not red carpet but certainly nothing to shy away from, I could see myself coming back here”, continuing to scan the building and sky it became aparent that this event was gaining a lot of attention. During decent reports of CIS, SJO and other small planetary heads and company owners had been detected. Some he knew knew personally lik, [member="Faith Organa"] other he knew about, those being the silver Jedi representatives. The rest though were unknown, most notably the CIS victory who had been told to come along with some private sector business hold from Coruscant, the latter of which sparked some interest, he was always looking for partners in the business world.

Stepping off the landing area he was greeted by two security officers and run through the basic ‘got any weapons, guard, narcotics etc’ all of which he said no too aside from a smal hold out blaster he carried at all times. “Let the fun begin, can’t wait to see the other foreign ampasitors”, he quietly mused while being led to the arranged accommodation.

[member="Caesar Kenway"]@Riamah@Eustachya@Vinten Veers[member="Yefet Rothko"][member="Allyson Locke"][member="Rozalyne Kurganova"]

 

[Mattia Borgias]

"[member="Vespasian the Elder"], Mayor Kane, of Coruscant, graciously accepts your open invitation to join this Open Congress on Ord Mantell."

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A powerful shuttle arrived in High Orbit over Ord Mantell, transmitting a friendly greeting - The newly elected Mayor of Coruscant had answered the call, curious as-to the purpose of the Open Congress. When they'd received clearance, the shuttle approached and settled to the ground.​

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Mayor Kane had come prepared; dressed in a fine suit & flanked by two of Coruscant's Finest, he strode from the shuttle to join the rest of the visitors within the House of Dorn. The Estate was breathtakingly gorgeous.​

 

[Atlas Drake]

Hangar Bay // KRV Utopia​

Bright Jewel Sector // Mid Rim​

FarStar Initiative: Day 83​

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The Star Dragon-class Star Destroyer scythed through empty void, well clear of the Mantellian Commonwealth's borders out here in the deadspace between star systems. Captain Atlas Drake of the Kathol Republic Navy would be taking a shuttle the rest of the way to Ord Mantell, while the Utopia moved on to resupply at the nearby friendly port world of Arkania. Joining him for this diplomatic excursion to the Dorn Estate was a small team of some of his senior officers' brightest minds, as well as a two man security detail of Kathol Marines. As far as he knew this was the first encounter with the Mantellians in his people's entire albeit brief recorded history, but they were the closest thing there was to a Coalition official within a thousand lightyears.

"I'll take the helm," he offered, but the others had been serving with him for long enough by now to know it was really a command. Atlas was no star ace and never would be, but he spent his entire career overseeing navigators and yet his opportunities for flying were few and far between, and so he tried to sneak in a little time where he could during short hops like this one.

Once everyone was aboard and he had confirmed a hard seal, Captain Drake cleared the hangar bay and slowly accelerated away from his starship's trajectory, orienting them towards the Bright Jewel star and plotting the jump through hyperspace. The shuttle's modest navcomputer finally pinged back at him in pleasing tones, affirming that the calculations were correct, and Atlas eased the jump throttle forward. Twenty minutes of starlines later, the computer started beeping noisily to notify him that they were coming up on their final destination. He dropped out a few AUs away from Ord Mantell's outer orbit.

"This is the Kathol Republic Vessel Utopia Cresh bearing Coalition representatives on a diplomatic mission, request landing clearance."

Rather than one of the planet's bustling spaceports, Drake was directed by ground based operators to a private airfield closer to the Dorn estates, and despite the mundane nature of taxiing in trade world air traffic he could feel his adrenaline rising. There was a good reason the Coalition was an uncommon sight at gatherings like these, they could hardly even be considered a galactic power. There wasn't any central government to negotiate with, just vast lawless wasteland interspersed with a few smaller regional powers that had banded together to help each other survive a very dangerous and unpredictable Outer Rim.

[member="Caesar Kenway"] | [member="Riamah"] | [member="Faith Organa"] | [member="Eustachya"] | [member="Vinten Veers"] | [member="Yefet Rothko"] | [member="Vespasian the Elder"] | [member="Rozalyne Kurganova"] | [member="Harley Fenstermacher"] | [member="Allyson Locke"] | [member="Devlyn Kane"]​

 

[Vespasian the Elder]

An officer in the civil dress of Invicta entered the room where Vespasian and his adjutant were talking. Both looked up and at the door which opened. Salutating the officer quickly informed the host of the first arriving guests on the surface. The Lord Executor responded with a short nod and rose from his seat, flattening his suit, and heading for the Meridia Hall.

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The servants of the house were already awaiting the first arrival with aperitifs on trays, as well as several waiters which would take of care of bagagge and two officers of Invicta which were responsible for the guests arrival and guest book entries.
Inside the hall were a dozen fully armed and equipped soldiers, while in front of the residence´s entrance were two entire squads, forming a watch and honour guard for the guests.

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The shuttles from the landing pads were atmospheric craft, big enough to give a dozen people a comfortable journey in a turret of glass to enjoy the surrounding view of the small and big lakes between rocks, plateaus, mountains and small forrests of Ord Mantell. The flight would take fifteen minutes.

Shortly before landing at the residence on the designated landing area in front of the large area, the passengers could see the Dorn Residence. A large main building with two wings detached from it, beautiful designed gardens between fountains and courtyards. The shuttle would fly a small circle a hundred meters above the area to give a view on the entire area.

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(The picture was taken before the Meridia Hall was built. It is located between the two tall stone gates at the front entrance.)
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One after the other the guest shuttles would arrive and the attendants could make their way into the entrance hall, offered to give any bagagge to the waiters and asked to enter their names into the guest book, sharing their purpose as well as affiliation or employers.
The main reason for the building of the hall was another anchorpoint for the light energy shield of the residence, but it also provided the entrance with advanced scanners which were giving an internal alert if someone brings any form of blaster or other energy weapons.

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Vespasian was in the hall, standing and talking with some of the Mantellian representatives which followed the call. Roughly two dozen people had already arrived, mostly sector-locals of economy and politics, they were talking in small groups, enjoying a drink and some were walking around the room and looking at the pictures.

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At the entrance every guest would get the information that as soon as a certain number of people had arrived, the host would say a few words as greeting and introduction, as well as explaining the situation and the days schedule.

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Spoiler

[member="Allyson Locke"] [member="Rozalyne Kurganova"] [member="Yefet Rothko"] [member="Harley Fenstermacher"] [member="Faith Organa"] [member="vinten Veers"] [member="Eustachya"] [member="Riamah"] [member="Caesar Kenway"] [member="Devlyn Kane"] [member="Atlas Drake"]

 

[Vinten Veers]

A large host of guards awaited the guests at the shuttle. Vinten looked around to find himself surrounded by politicians of many different codes. Some were leaders within the Silver Jedi Order, some were leaders on their own, others were just people. The invitation was fairly broad, so it had to be expected.

While Vinten was here as a member of the Confederacy, he had not been asked to. He instead came on his own volition, having not even spoken with the ViceLord or any other members of the Confederacy. After all, while being the Viceroy of Geonosis was his most prominent current position, the galaxy most not forget that he was also the Warden of Csilla during the days of the Iron Empire and has also begun work within the growing New Republic. Vinten was nobody to write off, especially not with his political capabilities.

The shuttle transported them to a massive complex where they were all to stay. One of the commando droids handed Vinten's bag to an attendant to be taken to his room, and he strolled into the entrance hall. He admired the artwork, but really he was looking to see the expense of the building he was in. He didn't know much about this new Mantellian Commonwealth, but his interest lied within seeing how powerful they could become, and whether betting on them was wise or not.

He then decided to turn back to the crowd and mingle, not wanting to be all alone, and also to see what other connections he could make.

[member="Vespasian the Elder"] [member="Atlas Drake"] [member="Devlyn Kane"] [member="Harley"] Fenstermacher [member="Allyson Locke"] [member="Caesar Kenway"] @Riamah @Faith Organa @Eustachya

 

[Yefet Rothko]

Yefet walked into the great entrance hall of the estate. Looking up at the gilded ceiling, he removed his sunglasses and tucked them into his suit. As if appearing from the very air around him, Yefet was flanked by waiters and servants. A nod of his head toward his bags was the only direction needed for the servant to quickly and effortlessly pick up his luggage and whisk it away to his quarters. Yefet then turned his attention to the waiter. He thought whether it would be appropriate to start with hard alcohol while making his introductions. Then again, he thought, it had been a long flight and it was not uncommon for dignitaries to indulge when the drinks were free. He gestured to the waiter and then said, "whisky on the rocks and make sure it is topped off." The waiter nodded and vanished from sight to fetch the drink.

Yefet approached the sign in book for guests. His eyes scanned down the page, reading the names of those who had already signed in. A fair share of government representatives stood out to him. Their presence certainly added a sense of validity to the event and Yefet appreciated the diversity of representation. He withdrew his personal fountain pen from his pocket and wrote,

Yefet Rothko, founder, owner, chief executive of Rothko Capital of Coruscant. Attending to discuss business and government policy.​

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Just as Yefet finished writing and his eyes left the guest book, he saw the waiter standing to his side with his whisky. He took the drink and nodded a thank you to the waiter. After taking a sip of the premium whisky, Yefet walked forward into the great hall and surveyed the room, looking at the faces of the other attendees, as well as scoping out any possible food that he could enjoy. It had been a long trip and he wanted to eat something to go with the amount he had already drank.