Operation: Olive Branch (Diplomacy/Open to all Factions)

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OOC: Open to Diplomat Types and anyone else. No shooting please.​

A new message had been broadcast across the wide nets. It would be repeated across relay satellites to the major players of the Galaxy and their respective Embassies. Even the lesser known and more seclusive folks on the rim.

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Good Day fellow Citizens of the Galaxy,

As of yet you may not have heard much of us. We are the newly formed Voss Confederation, working to restore order and prosperity in the recently abandoned Voss sectors. We cannot do this alone however. The wounds that have been inflicted through the Silver Jedi, Sith Empire war are deep and grievous.

Our Alliance neds to know that we have neighbors to count on, and neighbors ned to know they can count on us. As of now it shall be the policy of the VC High Council, and this Office to accept any and all talks on the following Agenda.

Pacts of Defense
Trade Treaties
Non Violence Treaties

We do not come seeking war. But for those that may bring it, they can expect a heavy hand.

Our Diplomatic Corp will be aboard the VCS Justice, in orbit around Voss. An Honor Guard shall escort any esteemed guests in and we eagerly await your calling.

Signed
AYREN TERRILL: CITIZEN, CHIEF OF STATE

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POSSIBLE PARTIES: FWC,TSE,TE,ORC,TJO,SJO,GA,FO,CSA,IE,CIS, any I missed.

 

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Harris stepped off his warship, he looked up at the luxury class ship landing ahead of him and smiled. He tightened his belt and walked towards the ship. He was being sent to meet with diplomats from across the galaxy on behalf of the Metal Lords. He sat down into his seat and looked into the window, using his reflection to adjust hist gray cap. He was wearing ceramonial dress-wear.

The ship took off from the landing pad and Harris buckled himself in. The ship shook as it left the atmospheric hanger of his new capital ship.

Lieutenant Will, Leader of his security detachment, opened the door to his private longe and saluted. "Hello sir, we are in transit to the orbit of voss."

"At ease lieutenant, come, have a drink with me." Harris made a friendly notion for the soldier and he came.

"Excuse me sir, but I don't drink."

"It's okay, this is a special occasion, we do have water if you'd prefer."

He smiled and took some water. They sat for a while before Wills stood, said goodybye, and went back to meet the security detail.

Harris, after a few drinks layer down for a few hours as the ship travelled.

"Sir. Sir, we arrived at voss, we have just hailed the ship and we are docking now. The trip was smooth, and we appear to be the first ones here. We have been informed that we will have to check on before all else."

Harris rubbed his tired eyes, he stood and thanked Wills, then made his way to the shipboard lavatory to wash up. He then stepped out. He was freshly shaved, smelled nice, and looked ready to go. He placed his hat on his head, then made his way through the velvet hallway to the exit of the small Luxury Vessel.

 

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[member="Fleet Admiral Harris"]

"Pony up men and look sharp. They just docked."

"Who's that Sir?"

"The Guests, now straighten up those dress blues and get those caps on."

Colap and his honor guard donned their Dress Caps, small black bonnets with a single Confederacy Sun emblazoned in the center. In unison they approached the airlock armed only with sidearms set to stun. The door whooshed open and he stood tall in the center, snapping a salute to the foreign dignitary.

"Welcome aboard the VCS Justice Sir. Right this way."

 

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Harris saluted back and followed the men, straightening his grey cap. He followed them out of the airlock and began his journey down the halls of the VCS Justice.

"I am fleet admiral Harris of the Metal Lords, and I have been sent to represent the lords as a diplomat. And if you don't mind, I brought a small security detail with. Just in case."

Lt. Wills approached Harris from behind and whispered in his ear, " [member="WD-334"] is here and on standbye."

"Well, what are you waiting for? Bring him to me." Harris turned back to the leader, "Sorry, excuse me. Now, what is your name? I don't think you've properly introduced yourself yet."

[member="Colap Ticon"]

 

[Daxton Bane]

Existing from hyperspace, the pilot checked their bearings before making his preparations for landing. Slipping his designated lane, he waited for further instructions from the control tower.

“Voss Control Tower, this is Red Raven Saberclaw requesting permission to land.”

It look a little wait but eventually a landing pad was cleared and the ship docked. The landing ramp lowered and a single individual exited from the craft accompanied by a rather weathered looking protocol droid. The person was dressed in deep burgandy robe that was well tailored and spoke of great wealth. Upon closer inspection it would appear the figure was a Zabrak in origin, and wore a pair of highly polished glasses which hid his eyes from view. A circular collar pin was the only other jewelry he wore, made red rubies it seemed to pulse with a light of its own.

Nodding to the welcoming commitee, he simply said, “Daxton Bane, representing the interests of Red Ravens arriving at your invitation. Have any of the others arrived already?”

 

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[member="Fleet Admiral Harris"] [member="Daxton Bane"]​

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In short order Daxton Bane was brought into the spac port and whisked away with whatever guards and doo hickeys he desired. They docked aboard VCS Justice with the rest of the diplomatic agaents. Colap was halfway to the negotiating room, when he heard they had a Daxton Bane en route.

"Daxton Bane?"

"Yeah said he's repping the Red Ravens."

Colap stopped and clipped his mike off.

"I've been incredibly rude Sir. Names Colap Ticon, Commander of the First Battlegroup. I'll be sitting in on Chief of State Ayren Terrils negotiations. More as an advisory party."

A door whooshed open, showing them a plush room with rows of book shelves, filled with dusty tomes. In the center, a hand carves wooden table and chairs, stained with a dark earthy color. In the center was treats on platters, whiskey glasses and a small amount of Booze. Colap pulled out a chair, waiting for Daxton to arrive, and turned harris over to the Aide.

"Vaeri Terril, nice to meet you Admiral Harris. Please be seated and tell us a bit about yourself and the ones you represent."

 

[Daxton Bane]

Following his guide to the meeting hall, Daxton was careful to keep his face neutral, after all some serious negotiations were about to take place. He wondered silently to himself, who aside from him saw the opportunities this new Confederation offered. What would there stake be and how to ensure they did not interfere with his plans.

The protocol droid that followed him was unusually silent, normally these droids would talk and talk at every opportunity that presented itself. Perhaps Daxton had disabled that feature least he get too annoyed and send to the scrap pile like its predecessors before it.

As soon as he entered the room, he glanced to see where everyone was seated. Excellent, it seemed like only one other group came to party. This would make things go way smoother.

“Gentlemen, my name is Daxton Bane. I represent the trading interests of the Red Ravens in these negotiations.” Giving nothing away, he waited to see either man’s reaction to his statement.

[member="Colap Ticon"] [member="Fleet Admiral Harris"]

 

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[member="Daxton Bane"]

"I thought the Ravens were over with? I used to be their Sergeant at Arms once," Colap remarked from the corner.

Vaeri smiled and nodded.

"Great, good to have you Mr. Bane. Now what can we do for each other?"

She was straight to the point as were most Voss Confederacy folks. They'd spent a lifetime getting pounded by Sith and neglected by Silvers then stabbed in the back. They wanted a better life and they wanted it now.

 

[Daxton Bane]

[member="Colap Ticon"]

“Lets just say we reorganized so we could get back our basic principles of business and profit. Which brings me to why I am here, we have heard from a reliable source that Voss Confederacy is looking a market for its newly acquired plasma. We would be interested in securing a trade contract for this product as well as any other industries you may have. In return, we can provide anything you may need from the freshest produce to high end industrial tech. This includes any items you may want for security and peace and order purposes as well.”