Open Congress on Ord Mantell

[Vulpesen]

Vulpesen smiled broadly as he stood beside [member="Riamah"], his eyes moving over those that stood with them, particularly the queen of Alderaan, who had issued out the invitation to the woman that he was accompanying. Some said that it was unprofessional to mix business with pleasure, but in the Zorrens eyes, business with what and whom one enjoyed, was what made the job all the more easily carried out. "Merchant roots. Could be nice to get back into that myself, though I suppose, I'm already in the middle of that. Pleasure to see you again, your highness." The Valde offered a respectful nod, chasing away the nagging urge that he should be bowing. Standing at Riamah's side as he was, it was a slight effort to remind himself that he was no longer a common soldier with a lightsaber.

[member="Faith Organa"]

 

[Aedan Miles]

Aedan Miles watched as his shuttle descended into atmosphere muttering to himself almost absently. "How boring and they claim this can protect everyone." His voice trailed off remembering that he had no reason to worry The Bane was merely a hyperspace jump away if things went awry and it would take more than those claiming to be great to stop him. He turned his attention back towards the planet absently his visible violet eye gleaming as he watched the shuttle entering the atmosphere the symbol of his group painted rather brazenly across the nose of it. To any who would do their research they would find this sigil linked to what most would call an infamous figure the Pirate King Miles a man who wielded unknown capabilities and fought for his own reasons. Finally the shuttle touched down on the landing pad and Aedan disembarked his cape swirling around behind him as he looked around before making his way towards the atmospheric shuttle boarding it as he took a seat calmly not paying attention to what was going past outside the shuttle. Instead he made sure that everything was where it belonged a rather ornate looking vibrosword at his waist hiding his true weapon at its hilt. Finally they arrived and he stood turning to walk off stopping for a moment to check his dress uniform was perfect before moving off. He strode towards the residence with calm even foot steps one arm hidden within the folds of his cape the other remaining motionless at his side.

@Vulpesen @Vespasian the Elder [member="Yefet Rothko"] [member="Vinten Veers"] [member="Atlas Drake"] [member="Devlyn Kane"] [member="Harley Fenstermacher"] [member="Allyson Locke"] @Riamah

 

[Vespasian the Elder]

[member="Caesar Kenway"]

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Having to void a part of my people´s reaction to your arrival.

The alarm started to ring, "Unidentified warship entered the system" - the report came as quickly as the alarm echoed for the second time. Captain Vismarck was sitting in his command throne on the bridge, looking at the holographics of the incoming ship. The space was busy, so filters removed most of the smaller freighters and transporters.

The incoming ship was classed as a Grievous-class of the Confederacy of Independent Systems, a Star Destroyer. The captains hands were clenched fists on the backrests of his chair. What was the Lord Executor expecting? That everyone would value the invitations conditions? A little cursed escaped his mouth, before the captain of the Hammer tried to call the large ship. At the same time they were powering up their reactors and sending a call for the nearby reinforcements to prepare for a possible jump and fight. Everything was planned for the best and worst scenarios.

The Grievous-class responded quite swiftly, to a relief for Captain Vismarck, and stated to carry two Viceroys of the Confederacy towards the meeting. They send the correct landing codes, but the capital ship was not tolerable.

"You are not moving inside the regulations and conditions the invitation stated, 'Negotiation'. We must request you to leave the system immediatly or we have to revoke your landing clearances. There are no exceptions made here and everybody so far offers and expects the same amount of trust as well as respect towards our conditions of this free invitation. You may let a shuttle with the guests leave before, but the jump into hyperspace has to follow immediatly."

 

[Rozalyne Kurganova]

The Silver delegation was able to land planetside without incident, transferring to a Commonwealth shuttle at the spaceport.

On Rozalyne's end, it was a quiet ride, initially more interested in studying her notes ahead of final touchdown. She hadn't failed to notice several other delegations at the spaceport, representing other powers large and small. Eventually, however, she did glance over at the two Jedi with her. The brunette exuded confidence, donning a skintight armorweave suit and a brown bomber jacket underneath. Meanwhile, the blonde looked a little jittery in her most traditional clothing she associated with the Jedi.

"I thank you both for joining me today," she finally spoke up, trying to break the ice. "While you were requested as security, I do value your input at these sorts of gatherings. Your powers of intuition and clairvoyance are always invaluable in diplomacy."

As they came near the end of the flight, she could see the Dorn estate off the distance, a large complex spanning several acres. Whoever was treating them sure seemed quite well off.

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[member="Yefet Rothko"] [member="Vinten Veers"] [member="Vespasian the Elder"] [member="Atlas Drake"] [member="Devlyn Kane"] [member="Harley"] Fenstermacher [member="Allyson Locke"] [member="Caesar Kenway"] @Riamah @Faith Organa @Eustachya @Vulpesen @Aedan Miles

 

[Yefet Rothko]

Yefet once again found himself at the bar waiting on the waiter to bring him another drink. He wondered why, regardless of the event, he always found himself at the bar. He had thought it best to downshift from the harder liquors and so he had ordered a glass of wine. When the bartender returned with the wine, Yefet took it and nodded appreciatively at the bartender. It was an inoffensive white with a rather pleasant fruity smell.

Taking a sizable sip from his glass, Yefet turned back to the throng of people gathered in the hall. As he let the wine ride across his tongue, he felt something that he had not in a long time. With his nearly boundless fortune and notability throughout the galaxy, Yefet never felt out of place in a social situation. He was used to moving throughout crowds of businessmen, all eager to impress him or intimidate him, neither group ever succeeding. Here, however, an uncomfortable thought crept into his mind. He survey the unfamiliar faces of the political elites gathered before him. They certainly all seemed to know each other. He wished that someone would approach him, recognize him perhaps, and ask him his opinion on a political matter or bring up a potential business endeavor that absolutely required his expertise or resources. These were the kinds of interactions that Yefet was used to in social gatherings and their absence left him feeling momentarily arrested.

The the craving for a cigarette grew stronger and pushed its way through Yefet's head like a slow-moving bullet. He bit his lip, took another sip of wine, and contemplated slipping outside for a smoke. He wished he had the time to do so but he did not want to miss the introductory speech from Vaspasian the Elder or the opportunity to converse with another attendee. Instead, Yefet attempted to turn his thoughts to the next few days. Maybe he would be able to fit some relaxation in on this trip. The estate was stunning and he was sure that there would be plenty of fine foods and maybe a spot of hunting in his future.

Vinten Veers Vespasian the Elder Atlas Drake Devlyn Kane Harley Fenstermacher Allyson Locke Caesar Kenway @Riamah @Faith Organa @Eustachya @Vulpesen @Aedan Miles

 

[Atlas Drake]

"Remember, the delegates may look like us," Atlas reminded his entourage as they waited to climb aboard one of the awaiting Mantellian shuttles, "But first contact protocols remain in effect for the duration of our stay."

In truth his caution was more a formality of protocol than based in earnest concern, the Utopia was on a deep space exploratory assignment, the only one of it's kind in Kathol's modest Navy. His officers were trained for exactly these kinds of diplomatic gatherings. What they lacked in experience and standing, they more than made up for with exceptional training and a backwater awe of the unknown.

They shared a ride with a few other local delegates across Ord Mantell's skyline, Captain Drake eagerly brokered introductions but was quickly drawn away from their newfound company by the sight outside his viewport. It was one of the first Core systems they had visited, and even as more and more industry was diverting to Sith and Confederate space, such a cosmopolitan power was a far cry from Dayark, Kathol's tiny capital moon.

Almost as soon as it began, the last leg of their journey was over. The majestic grounds of the Dorn family estate rose up before them, signifying a family of considerable economic influence. That was good, for while Atlas was in no position to offer something like a military alliance, trade was another matter entirely. Although remote, Outer Rim markets were known for their exotic value, many goods readily accessible at home would be considered precious luxury commodities this deep in the Core.

After presenting their formal invitation at the front gate, Drake and his senior officers found themselves fashionably early as they were escorted into a main gathering hall. The only face he recognized was that of a man who resembled the Commonwealth's Lord Executor based on a likeness included in his pre-prepared dossier of the local government. There would be time enough for formal introductions once he had made his promised welcome speech.

"Alright, people. This is what we came for. Let's mingle, see if we can suss out who is who before any of us causes an intergalactic incident."

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

 

[Allyson Locke]

The shuttle landed, and Allyson smiled and nodded at the Princess as she spoke. It was strange to be considered to have intuition and clairvoyance. Allyson would have never put those words into a description of herself, though there were words that others have used to describe her, and she didn’t believe that either. She continued to smile as she glanced towards the padawan they had brought with them.

Offering a smile of reassurance, she wondered how the girl would hold up. “If we notice anything, we’ll say something.” The shuttle landed, and Allyson jumped out and glanced around. She didn’t feel anything out of the ordinary, but she kept her guard up. She was fulfilling the duty of bodyguard and she wasn’t going to slack on it. Waving a hand, she called over Eustachya and then waited for Rozalyne to exit the shuttle. Heading towards the even, Allyson took in the sights and exhaled with a woo. “Wow, who ever is in charge of this thing dropped a pretty penny.” Looking back towards the Princess, she was curious if royalty was like this as well.

“We have any information on the Commonweath representative, who is holding this conference? Who can possibly be here?”

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[Faith Organa]

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

Faith nodded and smiled, "Good to see you here as well. It is always good to have familiar faces around when going some place new." She was slightly uncomfortable, "the invitation was unexpected. What do either of you know of Ord Mantell?" She looked for Marina who she knew WAS ON BOARD though they were not yet ready to descend to the planet's surface.

Protocols were in place and they would follow them.

What Faith knew of Ord Mantell was old at least in her mind it was old. There was a change in the speed of the ship to begin descending, crew began moving about to ensure a safe landing.

Faith and those attending with her could do nothing more than wait until they were on the ground and ready to take one of the supplied transports to the meeting place.


[member="Allyson Locke"] | [member="Vinten Veers"] | [member="Vespasian the Elder"] | [member="Rozalyne Kurganova"] | [member="Devlyn Kane"] | [member="Harley fenstermacher"] | [member="Atlas Drake"] | [member="Caesar Kenway"] | [member="Eustachya"] | [member="Aedan Miles"]

 

[Riamah]

"Ord Mantell has a very large history, but I don't think that is really important right now. At the moment, it's not under the control of any major government. So neutral territory. You think there's the chance of getting merchant contacts here?"

This was said in answer to the broad question Faith had asked. Turning to Vulps, Ra didn't know if he had anything additional to provide about this world.

Keeping everything more professional than was entirely needed, she didn't feel it wise to be such an open book about her personal life. What relationships she had were kept from Faith, but it wasn't her queen's place to question things much any more. Since the fall of the Coalition, even though Ra felt connected to Faith, her role with that government had shrunk.

Her focus now was more on her own movement and not that of Faith.

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

 

[Marina DeVoe]

It had been quite a trial upon her departure from Aiden Providence to meet her queen whom had requested Marina to accompany her to Ord Mantell.
Marina's heart were on the children she had evacuated from Commenor...young school children whom she had transported to Alderaan as a safe haven till Commenor would call or come for their children. So it were with great reserve that she bid them a tearful farewell to take a shuttle hop from her providence on down to Aldera, just 2,000km South of her home in the mountains.

Marina had for the most part been un-naturally quiet and reserved during their jump from Alderaan to Ord Mantell, despite her good friend [member="Riamah"] were among the selected few to accompany Queen [member="Faith Organa"] on this new endeavor to secure new ties and treaties. her mind seemed to dwell on the children she just couldn't get out of her mind and heart. It were still unknown as to the children's family's fate yet on Commenor and her heart labored to think if the children would never see their loved ones. As thus, the flight from Alderaan to Ord Mantell spared everyone on board from her normal happy-go-lucky persona.

The Royal transport suddenly came out of hyperspace. At least it seemed so for Marina, as it nearly made her jump out of her seat...when the vessel just popped out into normal space just like that.
But it weren't unannounced, as it certainly was.
Just that Marina had not paid attention to the announcement, as her head was elsewhere...home... on the children.

"What?..." A stewardess had seen her startled and came over to see if he could be of any assistance.
"Oh...
Uhm, yes. yes, I'm Ok. Just got startled. I wasn't expecting-" It took a second more before she recognized the planet ahead of them increasing in volume. Seemed they had dropped out with some good space between them and the planet and were now making for high orbit.

"I mean...wow...we're here already..."

"Yes, lady DeVoe, we're in Ord Mantell system." The steward replied.

"Good....good. Thank you." She replied, straightening her formal attire. It were something of a business suit. She somehow hadn't changed from the school clothes she wore before departing from the children. She hadn't spared one minute from them to get on home to Mt Cetril and change to something more traditional as expected of an Alderaani Duke's daughter.
"I must of dozed off just before...... " her mind drifted off again to the children she left behind.
"...er, never mind, not important." She gave him an apologetic smile.

"Very well, Queen Organa is up by the flight crew. We're still awaiting clearance to land." he gestured with a slight turn of his head, indicative that maybe she best be there too.

"Thank you..." She nodded, before he went on his other duties.

Marina had to get her mind on what was at hand. She would be useless to her queen if she didn't hone in on the present. Marina took a moment to clear her head. Taking a deep breath, she got up off her seat by the port window and made her way over to where her queen and company were congregated.

"Your majesty..." She said, making her presence known.
What followed was a quick smile to her friend Riamah. At the moment, she wasn't certain if she had been already introduced to the young gentleman properly as she simply could not place his name. She simply gave him a small smile, hoping it would come to her.
Damn if she had only paid attention during their boarding.
just that she had been distraught in how she left the children. Many, if not all of them were just as sad to see her go as she was in leaving them.

 

[Vulpesen]

"Most of my history comes from Veradune, or a perspective of the force.I know they were sued t house refugees a time or two, but I couldn't tell you more than that about them." The lurch of the ship heralded their arrival into real space, and with it the sudden sense of billions of lives before him. It wasn't a roaring booming sound, but a gentle whisper due to its distance, a reminder that while Vulpesen love dthe beauty of the stars, hew as not cut out for space faring. He loved the feeling life through the force far too much. "Perhaps if these people aren't without a galactic power to back them, they would like a little help from the outside." It was too good of an oppurtunity for the Valde to dismiss. The Vitae needed precincts and something about Ord Mantell just called for him to take a shot.

His ears flicked back towards a voice behind him, and turning around, the Valde fixed the new arrival with a polite smile, bowing his headin greeting. He was fairly certain that they hadn't met before, but that didn't mean that he was against meeting her now. Though, besides introductions, he noticed an off look in her eyes, and a shift in her presence. Her mind wasn't in the cabin with them. Still, it was impolite to pry, particularly with information that was picked up in such a rude, albeit unintentional fashion. "Another friend, Ra?"

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

 

[Marina DeVoe]

"I must apologize Lord [member="Vulpesen"] if I was retired to my seat for the crossing..." She gave him a slight bow in acknowledgement of respect.

"...Marina DeVoe, intern to our majesty and royal court." She introduced herself and presented a curtsy to her queen upon mentioning House Organa.

Marina had been properly brought up and it were second nature for her to show proper respect when speaking of anyone in any manner while in their presence. Especially her queen.
If anything was to be said of the Duke's daughter, it were that she knew proper etiquette. It were without say that those who knew of her, even if little, would find her at this moment indisposed. It were as if the young lady was struggling to keep her mind at the present. Still, she did pick up on her friend's inquiry of the potential talks concerning trade agreements. It were all really uncertain for them to ascertain anything they could hope to achieve during this initial meeting.

Marina's invite, despite not having been published by their host from House Dorn, nevertheless carried over from Queen [member="Faith Organa"] 's own invite and discretion. After all, her invited companion [member="Riamah"] was not Alderaani, but an independent merchant.

Marina's role was again one of support. Support for her queen and Alderaan in the manner of observance and deciphering the legalities of what contractual agreements and treaties were being discussed. After all, the young lady did have her doctorate degree in the political sciences. One reason perhaps as to why her queen took her under her wing. One day Marina would do more than be supportive. She would be dispatched by her queen to represent Alderaan and her allies, and be able to be on the front lines of negotiations..

What alliances still remained of the Free World Coalition would certainly carry over still on this day forward, for Alderaan never forgets her friends and allies. The idea was to restrengthen the Alliances and with it, the Coalition once more.
To Marina's initial understanding, even representatives from the Confederacy were going to be present planet side. And although she had little thoughts of the Confederacy, for their lack of support when her home world of Alderaan and her allies were attacked by the Sith Empire, she nevertheless couldn't harden her heart to them. Then again, it weren't in Marina's psyche to do as such. She always kept an open mind and heart...even to those whom she had once thought were all radicals..the First Order. She had connected, befriended individuals from the FO. It that had been possible, then nothing was impossible as far as opening up new doors.

Good.

Good, she were thinking in the 'now' again, Marina realized, standing next to her Queen and friend, Riamah. This is where her queen and Allies needed her mind to be concentrated at this moment.

As they awaited clearance from the surface, Marina looked over to her friend again and gave her a reassuring smile. She would be there for her also. Trade agreements made this day would certainly be fair. She would see to it herself....

 

[Vespasian the Elder]

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[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"] [member="Marina DeVoe"] [member="Vulpesen"] [member="Aedan Miles"]

Meridia Hall was filled with many people, mostly system and sector representatives of companies, governments and other organisations. Though there were many from further away and Vespasian was happy to notice several unknown faces. He just finished talking with a group of directors from Qiilura, they were very talkative and eager to engage in further agreements with the Commonwealth.

Sipping from his champagne he considers the starting time and would give it some more minutes, maybe twenty. Though he gave a signal to his first butler to start serving some appetisers and snacks to sponge up some of the alcohol. The welcome was taking a while already and the right timing was important. There were plenty of benefits, luxuries and hospitalities to do here.

Meanwhile the 'Hammer' is waiting for the response of the 'Negotiation' but directing all other arrivals directly to the surface, just as done before.

 

[Yefet Rothko]

Having switched to champagne, Yefet was feeling bubbly to say the least. He remembered the mountains of work that awaited him on his return to Coruscant. While one could say that Yefet was born to lead a business empire, the work was, nevertheless, draining. As he watched the servants enter the room with plates of exquisitely prepared appetizers, Yefet thought to himself that this gathering, with all of its flair for the luxurious, would be the perfect break from his hectic life. He relished the opportunity to indulge on fine foods and drinks and partake in any amenities offered to him. It was not as if Yefet could not have done so on Coruscant. In fact, he regularly did indulge his more hedonistic tendencies. Still, Yefet was in a good mood and he was more than willing to enjoy himself.

As the room began to fill with more politicians and royalty from across the galaxy, Yefet's mood began to sour. Striking new trade and investment deals would be easy for him, but having his political views taken seriously by these people would be quite the challenge. He wondered if they would even give him the opportunity to speak, especially after they hear what he had to say. While Yefet was certain that his money would help build connections with the other attendees, he also felt that they would not be so keen to discuss his push for lower taxes and blaster freedom. He had not traveled all the way here and sacrificed a considerable amount of his valuable time to be an observer while nobility and government leaders congratulated each other on their curtailing of personal and business freedoms. No, he had come here to be heard by the political elite.

Political aspirations undaunted, Yefet downed the rest of his champagne and waited for the event to begin. He looked around the room, scanning faces for the faintest sign of recognition or approachability.

Allyson Locke Rozalyne Kurganova Harley Fenstermacher Faith OrganaVinten Veers Eustachyahttp://starwarsrp.net/user/17212-eustachya/ Riamah Caesar Kenway Devlyn Kane Atlas Drake Marina DeVoe Vulpesen Aedan Miles

 

[Faith Organa]

Marina made her appearance sometimes Faith wondered if she knew that fashionably late was not fashionable any longer eh it did not matter really not this time. She nodded to Marina then looked over to Ra, if anyone would have understood about privacy it was Faith. Her whole life had been on the front page of whatever holo news, holo magazine, or trash holo there was no privacy. If she broke a nail it was shared throughout the household. If she sneezed and a photographer caught it they could turn it into whatever they wanted.

Faith looked over to the Valde then back to Ra , "I believe there is opportunity here as well. I just am not sure what yet. Refugees we know a little about that" She looked at Marina, "I'm sure we will all discover something that we can offer. I am interested in the leadership if they are amiable this will all go well if not...it will be difficult." She smiled and sighed. Her thoughts once again moving towards something she had been entertaining for some time.

But not here.

The ship lurched, "I think we are landing. I understand there are transports to take us to the congress." She calmed and rose, "let's get the first look shall we?"

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



[member="Allyson Locke"] | [member="Vinten Veers"] | [member="Vespasian the Elder"] | [member="Rozalyne Kurganova"] | [member="Devlyn Kane"] | [member="Harley fenstermacher"] | [member="Atlas Drake"] | [member="Caesar Kenway"] | [member="Eustachya"] | [member="Aedan Miles"]

 

[Harley Fenstermacher]

The party/meeting area for this open congress was certainly getting slowly crowded, Harley being one of the first to arrival was able to see the slow trickle of arriving faction and planetary representatives. Even if he had planned to talk with a few of them over all the main focus was on establishing a connection with the Mantell government, partially due to it's close proximity and to prevent some other faction from getting their hands all over it. Until then, the Echani senator was left to mill about a mingle with the other attendees at the party.

Not the most boring ides but Harley did want a small break from diplomatic talks and similar discussion, his eye roaming around for someone cut from different cloth. A person who's presence here was due to financial, trading or other means, someone who would have something different to talk about while the small crowd waited all the arrivals, an event that may take longer then usal due to a certain CIS mess up. The full details were not really present but one thing was certain some CIS Viceroy had taken it upon themselves to how up at the planet with a warship, despite a representative already landing and specific instruction against military presence.

It made for a laugh, all but a short one, Harley soon diverting attention back to the party, most notably a certain man, walking around with a movement of a person who was starting to get a little tipsy from all the drinks going around. He looked a little familiar but over all was unknown to Harley but one thing was for certain, the man was no faction ambassador or diplomat, Perhaps they were a company CEO? trader? some sort of other business dealer? It was worth the shot, if just to kill time until others arrived, Halrey slowly snaking his way through the crowd, soon standing just to the side of the well dressed individual.

"Best not have to many drinks, some of us may want to get a little buzzed before the main event, or are you trying to make some sort of artificially induced low supply to drive up demand"? A small economics joke to break the ice, hopefully he'd catch onto it and follow up... or just tell him to kark off, both seemed equally as likely. ([member="Yefet Rothko"])

[member="Vespasian the Elder"] l [member="Aedan Miles"] l [member="Rozalyne Kurganova"] l [member="Allyson Locke"] l [member="Faith Organa"] l [member="Marina DeVoe"] | [member="Vulpesen"] | [member="Riamah"]

 

[Kyber]

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Guard: Techno Knight, Shadowghoul droid
Tags: [member="Caesar Kenway"] [member="Vespasian the Elder"]

It seems Kyber and his fellow viceroy were not off to a good start already breaking one of the first rules being 'The ship of arrival must be a shuttle or light freighter of size and armament.' and now Kyber needed to figure out a way to make it seem like a honest mistake. Kyber pushed Kenway away from the comms station so he could send his own message. "This One apologies for bringing a warship however there was a rather large pirate problem prevent These Ones from leaving Ord Pardon with a simple shuttle. The command ship here was meant to jump to the closest solar system next to this one however an organic error was made in plotting the jump and will be fixed once This Ones shuttle exits the ship. Please forgive this honest mistake as the Confederacy normally doesn't have organics plot the hyperspace jump."

Kyber would then proceed to head to the shuttle with Viceroy Kenway. Once the shuttle left the hanger and started to fly towards to the designated landing zone Kenway's Command ship proceeded to jump to a nearby solar system and wait there until the viceroys were finish. "Mr Kenway This One shall leave the most of the talking to That One so please don't kark everything up for the both of These Ones"

 

[Yefet Rothko]

Yefet watched as Harley Fenstermacher approached, artfully cutting his way through the throngs of people gathered in tight groups. At his side, Harley let out a short quip about his drinking. It was rather uncommon for people to mention it as being the boss had given him the authority to do as he pleased in his office, and entertaining clients always entailed its fair share of debauchery. Nevertheless, Yefet was certainly pleased that someone had come up to him and that he would not have to make the first move.

Yefet turned to Harley and smiled. "Just taking the edge off from a long flight. And if I was looking to get inebriated, I would be siphoning fuel from that CIS warship right now."

Yefet reached out his hand toward Harley and introduced himself. "I am Yefet Rothko, owner and chief executive of Rothko Capital on Coruscant. We are primarily a venture capital firm, though we also work in private equity, mergers and acquisitions, corporate and legal consulting, and real estate. And you are?" ([member="Harley"] Fenstermacher)

 

[Riamah]

Ra was indeed wondering where Marina had been when she showed up just as they arrived. When Vulps asked if Marina was another friend, she nodded. She had already introduced herself, but he had not shared him name.

"This is Vulpesen. A dear friend of mine."

Outside of business, their relationship had been up and was currently down. She knew him though and he would be patient. He had showed her what love was and it backfired on him. That did not mean they weren't still friends...did it? He was here with her, but as her guard. What they had now was still needing to be defined, but the fact he was here, she took as a good sign.

"How have you been Marina? We should really see each other outside of functions like this. Maybe go for drinks."

Turning to Faith, she returned the smile. Her queen was the political figure here and she was the friend, support and businesswoman. Perhaps they were all going to benefit from this. Time would tell.

"Let's get a move on."

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

 

[Vespasian the Elder]

One of the butlers gives him a small microphone, deactivated still and turns around to leave again. He clips the mic to his suit on the height of the chest and activates it. He takes a pencil out of one of his pockets and rings with it against the glass in front of the microphone. The melodic glass sound can be heard in the entire hall.

The sound of conversations slowly grows silent and attention goes towards the source of this sound. Vespasian Dorn is standing a bit higher, on a little podium, just put there for him in the last minute. With a slight smile on his face, his typcial positive expression, he clears his throat.

"Ladies and gentlemen. I am glad that you came here in such high numbers from all over the Galaxy. So far, your stay was hopefully comfortable and relaxing, we make sure that we keep up this stance. The Dorn Residence is at your service for your entire stay, ask one of my staff members or myself and we will try to ensure that all requests are made possible."

He takes a look into the crowd of faces looking at him, sliding with his look at as many faces as possible before he continues.

"Everyone of you came here to see who I am, who I am representing and therefore - what we are. The Mantellian Commonwealth. Let me give you a brief introduction of what this is about. My name is Vespasian Dorn, the elder of House Dorn. My family runs a successful freight forwarding and logistics company, as you might can see."
He makes a small gesture including the hall they are in. Some chuckling can be heard.
"Adressing several provincial as well as planetary governments, coorperate companies and industrials which my company had contact with was the start of our Commonwealth. We formed an alliance to support each other, to help each other and to defend each other. As we signed the treaty for this Commonwealth in the orbit of Ord Mantell, we called ourselves the Mantellian Commonwealth. We are interested to establish an economic and political order in the regions we hold influence, equally as we are interested to form bonds and agreements with individuals and factions outside our area of influence.
We are not a military power, nor do we seek a major dominant role on the political stage of the galaxy. Hence why our interest is strictly speaking only neutral, we do not see that we support either a light or a dark side, but a company, an alliance or an individual worth it. Be it for its goal which we deem supportable or a profitable agreement or even both."

He keeps his hands folded in front of his body, only minorly gesturing.

"My invitation aimed to establish such new connections. There are many of you who are interested to talk to me personally and I will try to make each of these requests possible. In the coming days I will host dinners with several chosen individuals to talk to, everyone who feels an urgent need or has to depart soon, contact my office and we will speak privately as soon as possible."

Vespasian pauses a moment before he continues.

"And now, feel free to explore our beautiful gardens, you may stay here as well or go into your prepared rooms. We have an exquisite buffet prepared outside, we got an orchestra playing, it is a cloudless night beneath the stars. Enjoy it. Feel free to approach me for questions. Otherwise, sent a request to my office, by tomorrow morning we will work through every personal request."

The man in his fine suit bows slightly to the people. "Have a good night ladies and gentlemen."

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[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"] [member="Marina DeVoe"] [member="Vulpesen"] [member="Aedan Miles"]

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[member="Kyber"]