Shuklaar Kyrdol
CEO of Breshig War Forge Consolidated
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)
Misha Kaskadov
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Mr Black
| Eirys Santhe |
Makai Dashiell
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Kesh Hevro
- Equipment
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."
