Aithne Charr
Heir of Fire
Geonosis, Near a Geonosian Cave system.
2034 Galactic Standard Time
[member="Count Morcus"]
He and the Count had realized something simple when it came to forming a power base. It required funds, arms, and alliances, all of which could be done with a particularly in need group of creatures who had been largely disconnected after the Rebel Alliance had killed its last queen. Selectivism they had called it and even now Solan grimaced at the failure that had been and now it left the native creatures largely lost and in a slumber. Luckily some digging had given him notice to a small grouping of Geonosians in this location that seemed to retain a level of organization and it had made him rather curious about the chances of this being another queen.
There was only one way to find out and that was why he had informed Count Morcus of the opportunity. The Group had already planned to reclaim an old droid production facility nearby, but they did not have the manpower to claim it from the current lowlifes that were using it to produce droids in order to carry out pirate raids on unprotected systems and vessels.
Something he was not about to let occur but first he needed to take their manpower from them.
His eyes rolled to look at the Count besides him, looking at the man as he himself stood there in a robe. From old records he had dug up, dealing with the queen would be a taxing ordeal, one that would no doubt take more than a few honeyed words, but there were a few things that he suspected the queen would be more than interested in.