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[Shuklaar Kyrdol]

Units in Reserve:

• SB-01 Darasuum Morut-class Super-heavy Battlecarrier Darasuum Morut and accompanying vessels.
• Vornskr Mirshir-Jurkad Rammikade company Kyramud command squad (waiting outside the conference room, at the nearest junction)

Tag(s): Misha Kaskadov | Mr Black | Eirys Santhe | Makai Dashiell | Kesh Hevro

Equipment

Armor Implant(s) Equipment Melee Sidearm(s) Rifle(s) Explosives

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  • 'Mirshir'verd'jurkad'gam' (styled after his usual set)
  • Equipment Mount: Ysalamiri Birikad.
  • Back Weapon Mount: Empty.
  • Right Gauntlet and Vambrace: 'Verd b' Marev' Gauntlet and Vambrace
    
    • Weapon Mounts:
      
      • Left:
        
        • CP-03V CryoBan Projector
      • Top:
        
        • PC-05V Plasma Caster
          • Plasma Gas Medium Cannister (1)
      • Right:
        
        • TBP-01V Tractor-Pressor Beam Projector
  • Left Gauntlet and Vambrace: 'Verd b' Surhaai' Gauntlet and Vambrace
    
    • Weapon Mounts:
      • Left:
        • NML-02VTB Nano missile Launcher
      • Top:
        • METL-02V Micro Energy Torpedo Launcher
      • Right:
        
        • MML-01V Miniaturized Missile Launcher
          • Tracyn'vhipir-class Brilliant Plasma Missile (4)
          • Striilir'ika-M-class Brilliant Micro-missile (Baradium) (4)
  • Utility Belt Loadout:
    
    • Hardcase Spring-loaded Ammunition Pouches
    • Hardcase Spring-loaded Grenade Pouches
    • Hardcase Large Satchel
    • Softcase Large Storage Pouches (dump pouch)
    • Magnetic Clamp
  • Load-bearing Rig Loadout:
    
    • Hardcase Spring-loaded Ammunition Pouches
    • Hardcase Spring-loaded Grenade Pouches
    • Central Secondary High Capacity Rylith Power Cell
    • Medium and Large Gription Panels
  • Holster and Scabbard Setup:
    
    • 1x chest-rig mounted knife scabbard
    • 2x belt-mounted knife scabbard
    • 1x thigh mounted (dominant hand side) holster
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  • 'Agol'ja'had'-R Medical Implant System
  • 'Ori'aal'briik' Nervous System Enhancer
  • 'Nejah Oya'karur' Full-spectrum Immunity Booster
  • 'Agol'gam' Muscle and Bone Enhancement
  • 'Sur'haai Haata'got' Optical Cyberware InterfaceI am just pulling your leg, bu
  • 'Gar Tkiriyr' Neural Interface
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  • 'Shushai Rugam' Sensor Sphere (2)
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  • K-04 Skirata Ehn-ky'kal Kal (2)
  • Bes'phatir
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  • DP-02 Class-D Heavy Disruptor Pistol
    
    • 'Kyrayc Sur'haai'-M 1-4x Short Range Optic
    • 'Drala Sur'haai' Targeting Laser/Illuminator
    • Ammunition:
      
      • 10-round gas cartridge-power cell combined unit (1 loaded, 2 spare)
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  • FL-01 Verpine Shatter Flechette Launcher
    
    • 'Kyrayc Sur'haai'-M 1-12x Medium Range Optic
    • 'Drala Sur'haai' Targeting Laser/Illuminator
    • UPC-06 Underbarrel Plasma Caster
    • Ammunition:
      
      • Anti-Personnel Pellet Canister Drum (1 loaded, 2 spare)
      • Anti-Personnel Flechette Canister Drum (3)
      • Anti-Armor Sabot Drum (3)
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  • BG-02 Baradium Grenade (6)​
  • SJG-02 Signal Jammer Grenade (2)​
  • NGG-02 Nagnol Gas Grenade (2)​
  • AWCGG-02 Anti-Energy Weapon Countermeasure Gas Grenade (2)​

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Meeting room aboard Universe-class Halfway Station in orbit of Ord Mantell

Munit tome'tayl, skotah iisa. Years. He had spent years watching those in charge of the core squander it's resources. Most people seemed to forget how much the core of this kadtape galaxy they lived in had when it came to resources. Truth was, Shuk was tired of watching governments make seemingly idiotic decisions that had a knock on effect for them all. Almost none of them seemed rooted in anything but hubris. He had tried to ignore it all, keep his head down and follow the letter of the SuperCommando codex in hopes that business, their business, wouldn't be affected. Chaos didn't make for good repeat customers; most people were not pragmatic enough to hire you if you had taken their sworn enemy's contract in the past. That wasn't taking into account the futility of investing in a client that may be gone tomorrow.

Few felt the real need to do something, however. Misha Kaskadov was not most people. He understood the issue, and understood it well. They didn't need to speak long to realize that they were on the same page. The time to wait for the galaxy to figure its own mess had passed, the time to act was now. Act, or be left out of the decision, and leave it to chance who that decision was made by. They both had the means to achieve this, but the truth was that they couldn't do this alone. Shuklaar had a few more people in mind than those who had been invited to speak at this conference. That said, the invitation had been largely open, barring a few mutually agreed on troublemakers and chakaare. They were both optimistic however; Ord Mantell's space had been turned into a staging ground. Without a powerful galactic government to back them, the planet's administration had wisely chosen to keep their protests to minimum.

The meeting room on this station was opulent. Generous use of wood, marble and crystal inlays and trims, even potted plants of all shabla things. A far cry from the utilitarian comforts preferred by his company, but that was deliberate. He might have been the type who was not afraid to get his own hands dirty, but that was not the case with the majority of corporate leaders. That was fine, they didn't need them to be personally involved, just be willing to go beyond the boardroom if that was what it took, whether that meant doing so themselves by proxy, their own forces, or just providing their full support while Strill and the Hellions what they did so well.

Shuklaar glanced at those in the meeting room, his face as much of a blank mask as his buy'ce would have been as he attempted to read the room. He had little doubt that others would soon arrive, but they needed to get things started, "Ladies and gentlemen, I will keep things simple and short so we don't waste each other's time. We all have businesses to attend to. Conducting said businesses when the very galaxy we try to work with is either against us, or so unstable that who you're doing business with is there one day and gone the next. The resource rich core has long been the dominion of those who would squander those resources. I think I can speak for Mr. Kaskadov when I say we believe that the time for talk alone is over. It is time to act."

 

[Mr Black]

Tag: Shuklaar Kyrdol | Open

Echelonian hulls moved just beyond the station's primary traffic, clean-lined and asymmetrical, some borrowed, some purpose-built. Still in a period of accelerated standardization, which was Echelon's default state, their megacorps were experimenting openly. Different hull philosophies meeting different doctrines. Efficiency, however, unified every vessel.

Alongside the Mandalorians, a dozen regular ASF personnel lined the hallway leading into the meeting chamber, their presence understated but deliberate. Closest to the doors stood a specialized ATRD unit, augmented, unmistakably prepared for contingencies that polite diplomacy preferred not to consider.

Inside the chamber, Balen Var Black adjusted the flared cuffs of his fine armorweave suit as he took his seat. The movement was casual, often mistaken for decorative, though the brush of his cufflinks quietly activated an encrypted signal trace, a precise fix on his location, and a quiet frequency for subtle team communications.

Two aides stood just behind his chair near the wall: Broca, broad-shouldered and olive-tanned, placed the black briefcase on the table before Balen Var Black with care. He turned and opened it. Subtle holoprojections and live-feeds gave a dim blue glow, carefully turned down for his privacy. Annasun followed, her white hair neatly tied, movements slender, smart, and unassuming. She set an additional datapad and key beside the case and stepped back silently. To the untrained eye, she was simply an assistant. To those who knew better, she was the most dangerous person Black had brought with him. Both bore cybernetic augmentations, Apex-tier. Invisible unless you knew where and how to look.

Black waited as the room settled, as the last sentiments of the host's opening words faded into the significant silence. Then, he inclined his head, just enough to be respectful.

"First," Balen said evenly, voice calmly measured, "thank you for the invitation. Ord Mantell isn't contracted with Echelon. Which tells me this meeting wasn't decided on a whim." He adjusted one cuff, idle, practised, and leaned back into his chair. Relaxed but never dismissive. One leg crossed over the other as his fingers came together loosely contemplative.

"I won't pretend Echelon arrived here out of charity," Black added. "We don't do sentiment. We do sustainability." Echelons mantra. "Stability, systems that still function when governments don't." The trace of a smile touched his expression as he gestured outward with one hand, his palm up, as though placing something weighty but invisible onto the table between them all.

"The Alliance valued debate. Guardrails on influence." He gave a measured breath. "Those ideals carried the galaxy a long way, but even good systems can become brittle when stretched too far." His gaze ran over the muted blue glow of the briefcase, absorbing new data, before returning to the room.

"I am a simple man," Black said, spreading his hands briefly into a shrug before letting them rest again. "I believe information needs to move to be of value. When it's held too tightly, pressure builds to collapse. When it's guided, and channelled responsibly, it becomes power, a predictable stability." He leaned forward now, just enough to shift the tone. "So here's my opening offer." A pause given to look at every face here, then a deliberate offer to set momentum.

"Echelon brings infrastructure. Media relays, secure communication networks. Control frameworks for artificial intelligences that actually work, not as tools or as weapons, but as partners with defined rights, responsibilities, and oversight." His tone firmed noticably on the last point. "Something this galaxy has been improvising badly for far too long."

"You want to act. We want to ensure that when action happens, the right people hear about it, the wrong people don't, and the systems in between don't collapse into chaos... again."

A finger tapped the table twice. Letting the offer sit to see where it landed.

 

[Eirys Santhe]

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Universe-class Halfway Station, Ord Mantell;
Santhe Corporation.
Tags: Shuklaar Kyrdol | Mr Black | Makai Dashiell | Misha Kaskadov | Kesh Hevro |

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There had been days when the influence of the Santhe Corporation had been felt through the Core Worlds. In the modern day the company is a shell of it's former self. Political unrest, economic collapse and the loss of it's most profitable subsidiary had left the company in a bad way. Now in the hands of a young Liann industrialist called Eirys Santhe, Santhe corp found itself on the cusp of this new century as a battered thing that looked set to enter into the annuals of history remembered in part and with thanks to their innovate ideas that saw to the invention of the TIE series.

But instead of joining the Empire of the Lost (into disarray and collapse) the company has endured it's recent tumultuous past to begin again in a new era. Therefore an opportunity to expand Core ward could not be ignored. As Eirys took her seat in the conference room she still quietly chastised herself for not attending this summit (hosted by the CEO of the Breshig War Forge Consolidated) via hologram despite knowing that sacrifices had to be made to make her business profitable once again. The blonde retained an almost permanent look of stupor and fatigue that was only covered up by the excessive make-up that she wore. So, travelling from Lianna to Ord Mantell had involved a long journey to get here, and Eirys quietly found it difficult to sleep away from home. Still, she would endure this constant feeling of tiredness to make things work on the behalf of the Santhe Corporation.

After all, her family legacy was on the line with every decision or indecision that she made. Attendance of this summit, in person, suggested to her potential associates (or rivals) that not only was her interest genuine in the Corporate Federation project, but that Eirys herself would make it an important matter for her and the company that she now owned just by being here. Travelling from the Outer Rim systems this far into Mid Rim territories was no easy feat but Eirys had managed it nevertheless to show her face with other corporatists who were looking to exploit the opportunities presented by the collapse of another galactic power who, at the height of their reign, had had safeguards to prevent the likes of them from doing it in the first place.

The idea of acquiring resources left behind by the Galactic Alliance in the Core Worlds, as well as the wealth and influence held out here in the most civilized parts of the galaxy, was something that could not be ignored or taken lightly. So, Eirys would stifle her yawns, and settle her stupor gaze upon the others who had come here today, so that could listen to their proposals, ideas and potential joint ventures personally.

"Santhe corp has interest in the ideas that are behind this conference," Eirys revealed as she spoke into her intercom (positioned on the table before her) after Mr Black finished his introduction of Echelon. "Organisations in Imperial space, such as my own, have retained their interest in creating business relationships with Mandalorian enterprises, and indeed other potential partners seated here today, particularly after the Anvil of Concordia. My company understands that trading between Mandalorian and Imperial space has been on the agenda for a little while now. Perhaps we will be the first to begin such business practices in earnest."

Turning her gaze to Shuklaar Kyrdol , Eirys planted a pretty smile and finished her introduction by saying: "If I like the ideas pitched in this venue today then I would be more than happy to begin working with Breshig Consolidated, and of course, with the other orgs who have travelled to Ord Mantell today."

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[Hurusa’let]

|| THE SUMMIT ||
Misty - Chapter 1
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TAG: Eirys Santhe | Makai Dashiell | Misha Kaskadov | Mr Black | Shuklaar Kyrdol

O FORTUNA
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ORD MANTELL ORBIT

There was a time when spice was enough for the Pyke Syndicate to sustain, even flourish. For hundreds of years, the warlords of the Outer Rim bowed to the might and influence of the Overlords of Spice. But like everything else, the Outer Rim has changed. The Black Sun and The Imperial Confederation have been breathing under the Pyke's neck, and the Clans are not able to see beyond the robbed spice shipments and safehouse raids. They lack vision. All of them, besides one; Clan Hevro.

Hurusa'let walked into the station's meeting room to questioning eyes; isn't the Vitric Holdings supposed to be a Pyke bankrolled operation? What is this... pale humanoid has to do with it? The Uugteen is used to the looks; he's one lifted alien in a world of Pyke after all. But that just shows how different the Hevros are. They have foreseen this issue way before the other Clans even thought about it. That's how Vitric Holdings was born, and that's how a minor clan has become one of the richest Pyke Clan in the galaxy.

The COO of Vitric Holdings listened to the speeches, studied the faces of the representatives. Breshig, Hex, Echelon, Santhe. A collection of powerhouses, none specializing in logistics. The Spice God has blessed their kind today.

"If you hold all the cards in a planet, but the Empire controls the vacuum between the stars... do you actually own an asset, or have you simply acquired a very expensive prison?" The Uugteen threw a question at the audience.

"You speak of 'assuming direct control' of strategic systems. A bold plan. But I ask you: How does your inventory move? The Galactic Alliance is dead. The corridors of the Core are no longer trade routes; they are kill-boxes occupied by marauding Sith and desperate warlords." His eyes travelled from the Mandalorian to Mr. Black, as his voice remains flat and soft. "You want to build islands of order in a sea of chaos. But when the monsoon comes, islands starve."

He paused for a moment, taking a holo-link device from his pocket. The others in the room would be notified in their devices; a file delivery request, in which is Vitric Holdings' official company profile. No blood, no spices.

"That's where Vitric Holdings comes in. While the legitimate shipping lanes burn, our logistics network remains fluid; it does not appear on Imperial charts. Our shadow bankers and investors know how to move capital without triggering Sith inquisitions." He offered a lifeline to the congregation.

"You fight the wars, you control the infrastructure, we want none of that. We will just sustain and future proof the entire supply chain network." And the spice will flow, all in due time.