ADM. Reshmar
Directorate Officer Fleet Admiral SJC 3rd Fleet
The Galaxy is a tumultuous place riddled with infighting and war. Battles constantly rage across the galaxy as one faction or another bent on asserting their ideals on another group of individuals who feel their ideals are just as viable and important. As the face of the galaxy contorts under constant change each and every soul of the Corsica galaxy must adapt to a new system of government or new rules of just oppression at the hands of a despotic tyrant. It falls on the few who can do to stand up and do what is needed.
That is what The Directorate is. They do what is needed to help the citizens of the Corsica galaxy. The assist governments with defense and infrastructure. Supply food, supplies, and yes even weapons when needed. They endeavor to make peace where it is possible and wage war where there is no other option. This day seemed like it would be on of the later.
Reshmar sat waiting on the hologram to appear on his personnel holotable. His office aboard the Illustrious was small but he had seen to it having a small Holo Transceiver placed in one of the corners for communicating with The Directorate members when needed. "Accept " said Reshmar finally after waiting a moment to collect himself. The holographic image of a blue-skinned man filled the small table. he wore his black and burgundy tunic as he always did. Reshmar knew what it represented and paid little attention to it. He took a moment to look at the Chiss then spoke.
"Admiral Lash, How is my ship?" asked Reshmar begrudgingly. Lash had absconded with The Termagant some time ago heading for the outer rim. The two men had been in contact since then but the few conversations they had were short and tempered on Reshmars part. It was not that the Chiss had taken the ship. They had designed and built it in his mind the ship was theirs. It was that they had done so without a word. They had just left one day and disappeared without a trace. It was not until Lash had reached out to Reshmar to explain that he and his people needed to move on that he had learned what had actually happened.
Lash had been the go-between for The Directorate and the Imperium Forge Works since the company had been obtained by The Directorate. At the time it seemed like a grand idea, Imperial ships manufacturer added to The DIrectorates holdings. It had not been until much later after the deal had been finalized that Reshmar had learned about the true nature of Moff Greth. Joren Greth had seemed like any other ex-imperial Moff. The man had been polite and educated and at face value seemed competent. IFW had been a profitable company and made some very well built vessels and vehicles. Reshmar jumped at the chance to acquire it when it came. Later after the truth came out he had wished he had never met the Moff. Now with Hast and Mon Cala out of his reach and the majority of MCS holding in Sith space, Reshmar needed somewhere to build ships. Someplace that could handle the size and production numbers he needed to fill his orders. Rothana was that place. The Directorate owned the majority of the orbital yards while The IFW retained the planetary factory and production facilities. Normally this would not be a problem, It is a set up many companies have with one another. The problem was Joren Greth, sensing weakness in the Directorate after their evacuation from Hast, now considered their deal ended and had taken possession of the Directorate yards above Rothana. It was for this reason Lash and his Chiss had left.
"Reshmar, I am glad to see you alive. I would have thought you dead over Rothana by now." said Lash. Lash had warned Reshmar about the Imperial. Told him crazy stories about how Greth worshiped an artificel intelligence that was said to be the reincarnation of Thrawn. At the time the story sounded crazy, now not so much.
"I am on my way to Rothana currently. Do you have what I need?" asked Reshmar bluntly not wanting to extend the conversation.
"I do, will this free me and my people from any debt to you?" Asked Lash politely and calmly. Reshmar had never seen anyone so calm. The Chiss man had never to Reshmar's memory spoken a harsh word or raised his voice. The man's control of his emotions and manner was admirable yet something about it pissed Reshmar off. There was a time when anger was good. when it could be focused at your enemy and used to crush them. Reshmar was to in the crushing enemy business anymore but in his days as an admiral, he learned to keep a calm mind but still recognize your anger and use it.
"Yes, The Termagant and any other property of The Directorate you have in your possession are your free and clear," said Reshmar. "Now if you will" Reshmar said as he stared at the blue skin of the Chiss man, A moment passed and a transmission came in on Reshmars private comm channel.
"Those are the codes you will need Admiral. I wish you luck. I told you what awaits you there." said Lash grinning. The holo image cut off and disappeared. Reshmar read the message then leaned back in his chair.
That is what The Directorate is. They do what is needed to help the citizens of the Corsica galaxy. The assist governments with defense and infrastructure. Supply food, supplies, and yes even weapons when needed. They endeavor to make peace where it is possible and wage war where there is no other option. This day seemed like it would be on of the later.
Reshmar sat waiting on the hologram to appear on his personnel holotable. His office aboard the Illustrious was small but he had seen to it having a small Holo Transceiver placed in one of the corners for communicating with The Directorate members when needed. "Accept " said Reshmar finally after waiting a moment to collect himself. The holographic image of a blue-skinned man filled the small table. he wore his black and burgundy tunic as he always did. Reshmar knew what it represented and paid little attention to it. He took a moment to look at the Chiss then spoke.
"Admiral Lash, How is my ship?" asked Reshmar begrudgingly. Lash had absconded with The Termagant some time ago heading for the outer rim. The two men had been in contact since then but the few conversations they had were short and tempered on Reshmars part. It was not that the Chiss had taken the ship. They had designed and built it in his mind the ship was theirs. It was that they had done so without a word. They had just left one day and disappeared without a trace. It was not until Lash had reached out to Reshmar to explain that he and his people needed to move on that he had learned what had actually happened.
Lash had been the go-between for The Directorate and the Imperium Forge Works since the company had been obtained by The Directorate. At the time it seemed like a grand idea, Imperial ships manufacturer added to The DIrectorates holdings. It had not been until much later after the deal had been finalized that Reshmar had learned about the true nature of Moff Greth. Joren Greth had seemed like any other ex-imperial Moff. The man had been polite and educated and at face value seemed competent. IFW had been a profitable company and made some very well built vessels and vehicles. Reshmar jumped at the chance to acquire it when it came. Later after the truth came out he had wished he had never met the Moff. Now with Hast and Mon Cala out of his reach and the majority of MCS holding in Sith space, Reshmar needed somewhere to build ships. Someplace that could handle the size and production numbers he needed to fill his orders. Rothana was that place. The Directorate owned the majority of the orbital yards while The IFW retained the planetary factory and production facilities. Normally this would not be a problem, It is a set up many companies have with one another. The problem was Joren Greth, sensing weakness in the Directorate after their evacuation from Hast, now considered their deal ended and had taken possession of the Directorate yards above Rothana. It was for this reason Lash and his Chiss had left.
"Reshmar, I am glad to see you alive. I would have thought you dead over Rothana by now." said Lash. Lash had warned Reshmar about the Imperial. Told him crazy stories about how Greth worshiped an artificel intelligence that was said to be the reincarnation of Thrawn. At the time the story sounded crazy, now not so much.
"I am on my way to Rothana currently. Do you have what I need?" asked Reshmar bluntly not wanting to extend the conversation.
"I do, will this free me and my people from any debt to you?" Asked Lash politely and calmly. Reshmar had never seen anyone so calm. The Chiss man had never to Reshmar's memory spoken a harsh word or raised his voice. The man's control of his emotions and manner was admirable yet something about it pissed Reshmar off. There was a time when anger was good. when it could be focused at your enemy and used to crush them. Reshmar was to in the crushing enemy business anymore but in his days as an admiral, he learned to keep a calm mind but still recognize your anger and use it.
"Yes, The Termagant and any other property of The Directorate you have in your possession are your free and clear," said Reshmar. "Now if you will" Reshmar said as he stared at the blue skin of the Chiss man, A moment passed and a transmission came in on Reshmars private comm channel.
"Those are the codes you will need Admiral. I wish you luck. I told you what awaits you there." said Lash grinning. The holo image cut off and disappeared. Reshmar read the message then leaned back in his chair.