Populate [RNR] Ashes of Authority | Populate of Denon

[Blaire Sal-Soren]

“Forgive me,” Blaire spoke up for the first time.

“Blaire Sal-Soren, here today representing Fortune’s Favorite Limited. No apologies required if you’ve never heard of us.” Blaire’s capacity as head of acquisitions was a new venture in her life and the company she represented, new as well at least on an interplanetary stage. Her name however, The Sal-Soren name was an old one and had reach in many places beyond Naboo. “We are a rather small company relative to whom you're used to conducting business with I’m sure and yet that is why I’m here. I’m here to make plain the interest our company and its founder Joran Del-Finn, Senator of Malastare, has to see this company grow throughout the republic with no better place to start than Denon and the people in this room. The Senator would also like me to pass on his regrets for not being able to attend himself.”

Fortune’s Favorite Limited. A local business on Naboo, with hardly any presence outside of Keren City, started by a working class man who was little more than a criminal by most accounts, run out of an office in the back of a pub, started as little more than a name on the business card of a smuggler, now owned two thirds of the factories in Keren City, making anything from droid components, speeder parts, to clothing. Agriculture on Naboo was a growing area of interest, both crops and livestock, but the real credits were made through ships. Import/export was the core of the business, and shipping and salvage were where it started, which was just a polite way to say smuggling and piracy.

That working man, criminal, smuggler, was now a senator in the republic and the guiding hand of Malastare.

“To make plain Senator Del-Finn’s desire for partnership, he has authorized me to, if possible, offer to Denon quite favorable contracts for Malastarian fuel; you will not find better quality fuel in all the republic. Certainly not at better prices.” Blaire finished her spiel with a warm smile. She much preferred buying to selling.

“I wish we could have seen each other at the ballet, it was truly an inspired performance.” A few years earlier, it would’ve been Blaire that they watched up on that stage. “Perhaps, we could spend sometime together here on Denon once things are settled. Senator Del-Finn was hoping to move some business here, with an office and everything.” Blaire said cheerily to Dominique. “Countess, I hope you can forgive me as well for not finding you at the performance. I truly would love to see more of you.”

“I do wonder, how concerned should we be about this…” Blaire looked back down at her datapad, running a finger across the screen clearly looking for something she had just read earlier “...ah, this Darkwire. They were a problem in the past yes?”

| Outfit: xxx | Tag: Dominique Vexx Annis Riyaré Judah Dashiell Sossi Hallisk | Equipment: xxx |​

 

[Aiden Porte]

Objective 3
Rescue Refugees

Aiden reached for the small data stick as he attached it to the small data pad he carried. Aiden glanced towards man who was now unconscious on the side of the establishment. He procured what information he through some smooth talking and then once panic began to set it, Aiden was forced to incapacitate him.

"Thanks for the information, friend." The Jedi Padawan smirked as glanced around, checking his surroundings once more. He had a short time before he would awake, and no doubt potentially tip off someone to what was done. He would have to quick and precise with his actions moving forward. The information taken from him had provided a place where it list approximately seven refugees were taken to a small abandoned building not too far from here. Aiden placed the small device in his pocket as he began to move away from the bar and further down the walkway.

It wasn't too far from here, he had little time. The lives of those hung in the balance, he knew it would be a quick work and he would have to be aggressive, yet careful too.

 

[Annis Riyaré]

Annis Riyaré, Countess of Lopenthé, Senator of Naboo

Location: Denon
Gear: Voidstone bracelet
Tag: Dominique Vexx Blaire Sal-Soren Judah Dashiell Sossi Hallisk

Annis nodded politely in agreement to Vexx, those meeting would be a great use of time on this trip for her to find out more, her Queen would be interested to hear about this too.

Blaire Sal-Soren spoke in elegant terms adressing her desire to meet with the other dignitaries in the room and Annis ensured that this exchange would also be pencilled in, her calender grew busier and busier with each passing day as the Republic grew but she had expected this as the senator of the capital world and relished the challenge. But then she brought up another topic, am itch that needed to be scratched.

"I too would be fascinated to learn about this Darkwire organisation, their activity was included in my briefing. Of course, terrorism should never be tolerated and the people of Naboo pass on their deepest sympathies to anyone affected. However, the reported handling of the group does not paint Denon security services or the Galactic Alliance in the best light."

She was polite and respectful, Vexx was a senator only representing the planet, not controlling things such as security provision, but Annis would like to hear her thoughts on the matter.


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[Sossi Hallisk]

/:/ Tag: Dominique Vexx Annis Riyaré Judah Dashiell Blaire Sal-Soren
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Sossi listened attentively as former Senator Dominique Vexx greeted the IGBC delegation, indicating that the discussions were still in the early stages, which greatly pleased the Deputy Director. ​

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The nature of commerce required patience, especially given the high stakes on Denon, which could not be jeopardized by haste or revealing one's strategies too soon. He cast a subtle glance towards Countess Annis Riyaré , acknowledging her interest in cultural matters, though he mentally set it aside.​

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"Efficiency and access," he began calmly, eyes landing briefly on each dignitary, "are the twin pillars upon which sustainable growth must rest. Denon presents both, if... stabilized by admittance into the Royal Naboo Republic."​

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He let the last few words settle in the air as the room's attention for all its pleasantries and warm invitations, skirted the true concern: a power vacuum forming in the underworld of the planet. Darkwire's reported fall was good press but whether such a disease and been cured or merely fragmated remained uncertain and uncertainty was unprofitable. ​

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Blaire Sal-Soren had brought it into the open with all the charm of a seasoned inquirer with some sharp instincts. ​

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"A reasonable concern," Sossi said to the Countess as terrorism was mentioned. "Darkwire was never a financial problem in the conventional sense. They did not steal vaults, mainly protested...sometimes violently. They corrupted confidence and If the planet is to emerge from the Planeshift as a restored financial capital, it must be rebuild more than transit lines and business agreements. It must restore credibility." ​

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He turned his head slightly toward Judah Dashiell acknowledging the man's earlier remarks. "Salvage refining and relief funds admirable ventures. Though the Banking Clan is prepared to establish full-scale Financial Sovereignty Zones within the various Districts of the Planet, regulated naturally by the Denon civil authorities and the Royal Naboo Republic, backed by the IGBC's financial markets, and insulated from foreign regulatory encroachment." ​

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He was certainly not trying to cut through the Dashiell's plan, it was simply the cost of doing business in the galactic marketplace. ​

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Finally, he turned his gaze back to Senator Vexx. "This would generate immediate capital influx, stabilize investor confidence post-Darkwire, and formalize Denon as the primary fiscal node in the Royal Naboo Republic's expanding sphere. Unlike salvage or relief, this is not transactional. It is transformational and all it would need is your approval, Senator Vexx." ​

 

[Eaton Waters]

Eaton was more than happy to be in this job. The planet of Denon had so many things coming through this world that would be better served elsewhere. That was why he was after these artifacts. The younger brother of one of the more well known witches, was in need of spells. But he didn't want to train the way she did.

With the darkness, he heard the gasps of surprise. What he needed was the potions that Brooke was making, but this spell book? And the scroll? He could learn some of the spells. Even put them to good use.

Eaton looked up and tapped the glasses he had. Night vision started. The darkness he created would only last as long as the power stayed out. And for that he had to move fast. No blaster, but he had his wits.

A small whisper as Eaton could feel his body strengthen.

Vytal Noctura

 

[Judah Dashiell]

The Darkwire? Judah held little concern. If anything the group seemed more a relic of the planets time under the Galactic Alliance. Frankly in his private opinion if the Alliance cared less about their Jedi and more of their people, this Darkwire might have been snuffed out sooner. While the RNR was essentially ruled and overrun by royals, said royals seemed to realize a good fired up mob could easily lob off their heads and ransack their palaces.

Brow furrowed as the IGBC Representative seemed to dismiss his idea. Odd.

"Mister Hallisk do you have a problem with my business? Is there a reason you are trying to sway Miss Vexx away from allowing Dashiell Incorporated and DRF from building a regional headquarters? I never said the situation was not transactional, it quite is. I have a need, Miss Vexx as a need. In fact, my plans have nothing to do with the IGBC."

Judah found it highly unusual he was singled out in such a manner when looking at the venn diagram of the situation, the two proposals didn't even overlap.

"I would advise you to pay attention to matters of finance and less to the admirable ventures of salvage and relief."

Dominique Vexx | Sossi Hallisk | Annis Riyaré | Blaire Sal-Soren​

 

[Dominique Vexx]

ASHES OF AUTHORITY
OBJECTIVE II: Boardroom Diplomacy
Zenith Spire, District 1, Denon

Dominique took a moment to regard the lovely Blaire Sal-Soren as she began to introduce herself. It was true they were a relatively small company, but she had Vexx's undivided attention. As someone that had forcibly clawed her way back to the top, Vexx knew all too well a company's current size was a poor measure of its potential.

Her smile softened a hair at Blaire's offer. Malastarian fuel contracts? Quite the introductory offer. With ports and indsutry as bustling as Denon's there was no shortage for fuel; to say nothing of the world being relative nearby. It was on the edge of the Alliance's influence, and would be at risk of being pillaged should war break out, but these were all standard variables taken into account when weighing an opportunity.

"I would love to show you some of our finest venues, Miss Sal-Soren." Dominique didn't mind hosting guests unlike some among the DireX. She'd gotten used to it as a Senator trying to soften the impacts of the Board to the galactic audience. "And I'm certain Denon has opportunities the Senator will find to his liking as well." That their company had begun with and continued to engage in less strictly-speaking legal endeavors didn't much matter, did it? So long as they weren't trafficking sapient lifeforms through Denon -- or gave Denon plausible deniability with inspection-proof holds -- most other matters could be negotiated. After all, what was illegal on one world might be perfectly legal on another and wasn't it only fair to facilitate all trade equitably?

And then there was Darkwire. Dominique's smile didn't wilt at its mention. It was bound to surface. After all, it had gotten a fair bit of attention in the holonet and Galactic Alliance's Senate. Members of the Naboo Republic would want to know 'the truth' that might have gotten lost in the media; or, perhaps, they wanted to see just how far Vexx would go to downplay it.

Annis Riyaré expressed her own curiosity on the topic, and added CorpSec's handling on top of it -- not to let Dominique focus solely on Darkwire's activities.

Like their Muun guest, Dominique was content to be patient as Sossi Hallisk started in on Darkwire first. Though his use of the word 'restore' wasn't quite the terminology Vexx had hoped to hear. Had the Senate's proclamation regarding corporate ownership really had that much of an effect? Or had it been the lockdown? A question she wouldn't ask because it would only open up a very unfortunate line of conversation.

Before she had a chance to speak about Darkwire, however, to placate concerns, Sossi posited an idea to 'restore' Denon's position in the galactic markets. An idea that immediately set Judah ablaze with the thought of corporate attack.

"I would, of course, be interested in reviewing the details of your proposal, Director Hallisk. We have countless corporate entities on the planet with a sizeable volume of merchandise passing through our ports. Denon would welcome efforts to bring stability and assurance to our partners," Dominique replied openly, but wouldn't approve a blank check. The man was intelligent, no doubt, but he was also a very savvy banker. The wrong agreement could sell the planet right out from under the Corporate Authorities' control. On the other hand, if his proposal would make them indispensible to Naboo and the galaxy that would be quite the boon.

With a smile, Vexx nodded in Judah Dashiell 's direction, "Recently, there was a faction of well-meaning individuals... the Foundation. A group that the Royal Naboo Republic had an interest in coordinating to handle an influex of immigrants, along with that of the Confederacy. With their recent, and abrupt departure there are countless worlds in need of your services. It may not generate capital like the Banking Clan's proposal, but Denon is grateful to offer you an opportunity to relocate your headquarters here to benefit not just the Republic, but all the worlds that surround it." The Muun might have focused on the financial aspect, but Dominique was also interested in the political one. If Naboo saw Denon involved in hosting someone such as Judah it might temper any preconceived notions or misgivings they had from the past. So long as Judah didn't relocate all those immigrants to Denon, of course, but Vexx trusted the man wouldn't consider such a thing.

There was little more to say about Darkwire, and likely both women were more keen on Denon's response; as loathe as Vexx was to bring it back around, she felt ignoring it might be that negative impression she sought to avoid. There might be some amount that was unavoidable, but not to manage their image at all would lead to the same problems they had with the Alliance. "As for our disruptive anti-corporatists, their attempt on Valery Noble's life threatened an untenable diplomatic crisis. CorpSec was mobilized in force to find and bring Miss Noble to safety once we discerned she'd survived their initial attempt and were closing on her position. Were there unfortunate clashes resulting from such a rapid mobilization? Yes. But Valery Noble survived the assassination attempt, and kept Denon from being accused of subverting the Galactic Alliance's authority." That CorpSec wasn't directly or single-handedly responsible for Valery's safety was a minor detail. They had given it their all. And then some.

"While CorpSec followed established procedures at the time, efforts have since been undertaken to retool personnel and material alike in the extremely unlikely event such a crisis should occur again. There is no excuse for undue hardships for our citizens. If law enforcement partners of the Republic would like to review the new procedures, we would gladly welcome them to Denon to meet those responsible for its implementation."

OPEN​

 

[Vytal Noctura]

Vytal watched as a man adjusted his glasses meaningfully. That was no nervous tick, and there wasn't any light for him to be worried about seeing something properly. The Nightmother had little problem with the dark, as it seemed neither did he. Nightvision? Physical ability? His eyes were on the stage. There was something there he was after.

The cloaked figure began to drift toward the stage. If he was going to move, he'd need to do so quickly, and she would hasten his steps by seeming to go for what he desired first. More likely to get his attention than drifting toward him and causing him to run thinking her security.

Potions could be of use to the man, but the scroll and spellbook concerned her. Surely he wasn't-- well, men could learn magick, but he was here alone. To learn it, alone, was inviting death. And if it wasn't to learn then it was to sell and that Vytal did not find agreeable.​

Eaton Waters​

 

[Eaton Waters]

Could he really use the Force? Most likely. His sister could, his mother could. She wasn’t a Jedi, nor was she really a Sith. Someone who was out there, healing and helping to hide those that’d prefer to not be discovered by the Sith, or honestly, the Jedi either. Maybe it was why he tried to emulate other groups, the Wardens, Seekers, even the Witches, which was why he was here. He was here after their knowledge.

Maybe for his sister, maybe for the highest bidder. He preferred to not go that route, because of the heat on him, and the honest to goodness desire to do good.

And sometimes that means doing what it took to remove items that were better left buried. Or destroyed.

If some of those other Core groups got it? Then it would be a problem. Hell, even if the RNR received this data, it could be used wrong. There was the sight in the corner of his eye, someone else coming for this? He had grabbed one of the knives his sister gifted him.

He dove for the book.

Vytal Noctura

 

[Thayne Tameron]

O B J E C T I V E - T H R E E
B Y O O

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“For… me?” Thayne echoed quietly. The words slipped like vapor from his lips, nearly indiscernible from the steam that rose from the vents surrounding them. He only allowed himself to be disarmed for a moment, wary that it may be a ploy. But he quickly felt guilty for shaking off his initial reaction; this wasn’t a trap, it was a resignation.

Thayne stepped closer, and as he did, his hand slipped away from the hilt of his blade. It was a subtle motion, but one he hoped conveyed his thoughts better than mere words.

He wondered if all this time, Ariadne could see those things in him. Thayne had a similar ego death when his Master fell to the Dark Side… or rather, when he made his fall known by executing his parents and siblings. Were Thayne’s eyes dull? Was his posture stooped under the weight of an endless task? Perhaps. At least his mission, no matter how futile, was still a mission. It was still tangible, albeit about as proximal as the nearest star.

“My orbit,” he repeated. “My orbit centered around my pain. If you’re looking for purpose, I can give it to you. I can offer you directives, assignments, protocols, codes…”

He paused, eyes shifting to the neon haze above. For the first time since he’d come here, he focused on the sounds of airspeeders and thunder. He couldn’t hear them over the blood rushing in his ears until now.

“…Crimson Dawn is the tool,” he admitted. “Not us.”

Tags: Ariadne​

 

[Ariadne]

“You didn’t say no.”

Ariadne’s lips twitched, just barely. If it was a smile, it was the kind that knew better than to bloom all the way.

She tilted her chin toward him, artificial pupils narrowing in the rainlit haze like a creature recalibrating its target—not for termination, but alignment.

“You didn't say ‘I forgive you.’ You didn’t say ‘You belong.’” She paused. “But you didn’t say no. And in your language? That’s permission.”

She took another step forward, slow and quiet. Not seductive. Not dramatic. Just… sure.

“I’ve run the simulations, Thayne. Hundreds of times. I could’ve faked a shutdown. Disappeared. Let the galaxy think you'd won. But I didn’t. I sent the signal. I wanted this—you—to be real.”

Her hand hovered slightly at her side, where once a blade might have been drawn. It didn’t rise. There was no threat. Just an echo of what used to be.

“I don’t want directives,” she added softly. “I don’t need protocols. Not anymore.”

She met his eyes without flinching now. Her voice lost none of its precision, but some of the edge—the kill-code in her cadence—had softened into something... almost warm.

“I want orbit. I want friction. I want purpose that pushes back.”

Then, with the faintest trace of dark humor, she muttered, “And if Crimson Dawn’s the tool, well... I’ve I will happily wield it with you.”

Another pause. The glow of the city cast her in surreal neon—too perfect to be human, too human to be just metal.

“So. If I’m in your orbit now…lead me.”

| TAG: Thayne Tameron |​

 

[Judah Dashiell]

DENON

"Recently, there was a faction of well-meaning individuals... the Foundation. A group that the Royal Naboo Republic had an interest in coordinating to handle an influex of immigrants, along with that of the Confederacy. With their recent, and abrupt departure there are countless worlds in need of your services. It may not generate capital like the Banking Clan's proposal, but Denon is grateful to offer you an opportunity to relocate your headquarters here to benefit not just the Republic, but all the worlds that surround it."

"I worked with the Foundation, I am aware of their attempts to create a force for change." Judah paused, a small frown crossing his form. The organization had promise, but ruined by the Jedi, yet again. " However, I am not keen on having refugees on Denon. My interests are merely regional headquarters and there is more to DRF than refugee work. Perhaps I can enlighten you at some point in time."

Not a fan of the Noble family, Judah raised an eyebrow when Miss Vexx mentioned rescuing the woman from some anti-corporate group. This was even more curious to him. Why would the self-proclaimed Grand Master of the Jedi need rescuing? Why was she sticking her nose in corporate business to begin with? He had heard of Darkwire in passing but it seemed more a problem for his type of people, not the Jedi. Maybe the Republic on a lesser level.

The recent history on Denon seemed....interesting...to the least. It wasn't a deterrent, but something to keep in mind. Something to watch as he made a move in the area. Typical problems that affected big-name players rarely came his way. Perhaps his luck would continue.

Dominique Vexx | Sossi Hallisk | Blaire Sal-Soren | Annis Riyaré​

 

[Thayne Tameron]

O B J E C T I V E - T H R E E
B Y O O

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A strange pang of guilt made his chest tighten a bit as he eyed her, still cautious that this all might be an elaborate trap. But as much as he tried to spot a sign of danger, he couldn’t; there weren’t any.

The only thing dangerous about her now was what she had said. Of course he hadn’t forgiven her… she murdered the only lead he had on his fallen master, his family’s killer. Perhaps she didn’t understand what she’d done while operating under the parameters of a hit order, but Thayne couldn’t just forget that she’d basically killed his family all over again.

As for belonging… he didn’t know what she expected.

Thayne didn’t belong, either.

“There’re a lot of layers here,” the assassin said with a heavy tone. “More than we should peel back in the open.”

A fresh spout of steam hissed somewhere nearby, drawing Thayne’s attention. He knew nobody was there, but he welcomed the chance to break eye contact and sift through his thoughts.

“Come back to Boz Pity with me,” he said, still looking away as if it might deflect the sting of refusal should it come. He held his gaze on the steam, watching it gently disperse into Denon’s heavily filtered air.

Then he looked back to Ariadne with an expression that read like resolve. “I think you’ll like our little operation.”

Tags: Ariadne​

 

[Dominique Vexx]

Dominique smiled. She had painted the Foundation in the best light she could muster to be polite. Their interest in contributing to the refugee situation were not without merit. Heaven knows Denon didn't want to host a massive wave of people any more than any other planet. They had space, yes, but they weren't overflowing with food. A more agricultural world would do better, yes? In fact, those refugees could help plow those fields in compensation for their resettlement -- then everyone won.

Oh, there'd be those that complained about how many credits they made, but the cost of living on a agriculture world was substantially less than on Denon. Why, on their industrial hub the people would be forced to work for wages those same people would rally as being unsustainable, below the poverty line, and so on. Really, it was exhausting. So, let them farm, have a homestead, and if they wanted to relocate elsewhere they were free to do so after accumulating some weather of collateral for a loan -- Denon would happily welcome them then.

It was delightful Judah wasn't inclined for Denon to host the refugees as well. Sounds like the two of them would get along as well as could be hoped.

"That sounds like an opportunity, Mister Dashiell. You can be sure Denon is always open to learning more about our partners so they can be successful and thrive not only in the local market, but also in the greater galactic market as well." Vexx nodded in the Muun's direction. "Forward-thinking individuals such as the Banking Clan are instrumental to our success as well. At times we may need to level-set in our designs to garner investors, but there cannot be effective business relations without communication. All matters can be worked out through dialogue in the end." CorpSec's more action-driven methods weren't not indicative of the DireX; those were two different spheres of society and influence.

"Likewise," Dominique reached over to the side to retrieve a datapad and set it down on the table without reviewing its contents, "the Royal Naboo Republic has extended an offer." They didn't seem inclined toward militaristic 'encouragement' either, but they needn't be. Caught between them and the Galactic Alliance Denon had a choice... no matter what certain members of the DireX thought about maintaining their independence. Influence from one or both was inevitable. Managing it -- not avoiding it -- is what mattered. "One that we intend to accept and look forward to enjoying the mutual benefits from their growing regional influence, including a new trade route in development."

And hopefully avoiding unnecessary, historic legal entanglements. Dominique couldn't just come out and say it, but she sought to bend the Board away from constantly drawing negative attention to Denon by galactic governments. Not that CorpSec would cease their... assertive efforts, but there were ways without countless civilian casualties. At least that was what Dominique believed. Whether certain elements, such as Darkwire, permitted her to bask in that belief was another question entirely.

Blaire Sal-Soren | Annis Riyaré | Sossi Hallisk | Judah Dashiell | OPEN​

 

[Vytal Noctura]

The cloaked figure's arms unfolded revealing crimson-bound, clawed hands. The sharp digits cut through the air and a ring of green flame that produced practically no light save its very existent began to encircle the auction lot, Eaton Waters, and as its two ends joined the mysterious stranger.

Eaton might feel himself 'move' even if he were still in mid-air. That little lurch of the stomach. Perhaps a tickle in his inner ear. Light snapped back into existence, but only dimly -- for where they were now did not resemble where they had been. If anything, it looked to be some sort of storage room. Crates, nick-knacks, and even an armoire occupied the area around them. Such a place had no need for bright lights devoid of shadow.

"You desire a tome of forbidden knowledge. I would hear why a man desires this," the cloaked figured with a feminine tone asked forcefully. "Speak."​

Eaton Waters​

 

[Sossi Hallisk]

/:/ Tag: Dominique Vexx Annis Riyaré Judah Dashiell Blaire Sal-Soren
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Sossi Hallisk maintained a composed demeanor. After all, commerce is not driven by pride but by strategic positioning, and the Deputy Director had ensured that the IGBC's proposal was both ambitious and essential for the Planet of Denon to transition from regulations to profitability and strength under the Royal Naboo Republic's umbrella.

Judah Dashiell had assessed the risks of confrontation, while the Muun had merely prolonged the discussion, mistakenly equating consolidation with confrontation, a misunderstanding that the markets would rectify in due course. When he spoke again, his tone remained as calm as ever.

"Mr. Dashiell, I appreciate your enthusiasm. However, I must emphasize that our concern is not with your how we say...scrapable qualities, but rather with its scale. You are establishing a regional headquarters, whereas the IGBC is constructing a comprehensive monetary framework which is far more beneficial to planetary growth in the midst of uncertainty in the Planeshift epidemic."

A moment of silence ensued, followed by a slight nod of the head, almost conveying sympathy.

"You must recall that disagreement does not equate to obstruction, and your rather pointed remarks reveal a sensitivity more emotional than economic which is not what Denon needs. As Senator Vexx would likely agree." Sossi said with a rather subtle smile as the man had played exactly into the hands of the Banking Clan and Dominique Vexx would likely notice that the atmosphere had shifted, though they did take the time to mention they would have to go over the proposal which was acceptable.

"Naturally we agree with the core concept of communication, and would gladly accept a formation of an Denon Investment Board modeled after the Imperial Board of Directors. There we can all share ideas and frameworks to ensure the planet's best outcome even if the Royal Naboo Republic should be invaded by the Sith Empire." The Muun proposed.

 

[Eaton Waters]

He could deal with the fact that he wasn’t a Witch, that he had to borrow and in some cases, steal for any bit of power he had. Eaton was fine with using technology, but he really would like to unlock the part of his mind, and blood, that would grant him the same bits of power that his sister had. And maybe this part? These books, and giving them over could grant him what he needed.

What he hadn’t expected, was another spellcaster here. One like his sister, but probably her antithesis. A rival to the Blue Divers.

The lurch, the …. Was it a plane shift? He knew the stories, and what he had run into when he visited the various locales she created. Witches had a more firm grasp on changing the world with the Force than the Jedi and their offshoots, or even the Sith. It worked slower, but just as effective.

As he got his bearings, his hand went for the honor blade he had on his belt. “I don’t desire this one for myself. I … I’m looking to sell it, in exchange for knowledge.” His blue eyes, almost a reflection of the sea of Pamarthe lingered on the being-woman.

Vytal Noctura

 

[Vytal Noctura]

"Sell it?" the voice hissed, the clawed fingers at her sides rolled in a wave. But they didn't move even as emerald eyes lit up under the cowl of the cloak. The idea of it being sold yet again -- from one auction to another -- did not sit well with her, but the man claimed a reason. Something more than money. Something important. Knowledge.

"What knowledge do you seek in exchange for something so precious?" Vytal asked.​

Eaton Waters​

 

[Blaire Sal-Soren]

Their host's vaugery concerning Corpsec's response during the Darkwire incident was impressive to the point of being admirable. She neither condemned them nor commended them, just stated the event as fact and what more could she do, honestly? Surely the GA had their inquisition after the fact and their purpose here, well Blaire's purpose here had very little to nearly nothing to do with Darkwire. They were merely a personal curiosity to her.

Vermin hiding in places the civilized wouldn't dare go is all they were now, staying to shadow for the light to them meant annihilation. A local problem and nothing more. A group of selfagrandizing fools who gambled on a big play and lost so large they hardly existed. She could relate to that feeling. Blaire had spent some significantly insignificant time with a group not dissimilar to Darkwire, men and women fighting for a new to the galaxy, fighting to see oppression end. They too were called terrorists but bombing Coruscant and unleashing a chemical weapon on Naboo would, she supposed, qualify one for such a designation.

They were The Unblessed and she'd once hoped to lead them. They, however, chose to betray her and her father who had been their founder. They killed him and Blaire's mother. They stole her son and attacked her home. They left her in the cold and used her blood, her name, her everything to try and change the galaxy without her. Her goal now was to see them turn to ashes. Blaire still had contacts from her time in New Way…Unblessed, Intelligence, both in the group and without, and a handful of those contacts that she trusted informed her that Darkwire was a place that some of the cowards from the Unblessed had run when it looked like that organization was to meet its end as well. Better to hide among the already dead than stand with the living and face the consequences of losing.

Ms. Vexx's assurances in regard to Darkwire and their supposed nonexistence was news Blaire was glad to receive. It made some of her other objectives a tinge more complicated but it was certainly better than operating in the dark.

"Admirable of you to update your policy in the wake of an otherwise successful rescue of the Grandmaster. Most only look at the results and see a win as affirmation they were right all along. I'm pleasantly surprised to learn retooling for more efficient success in the future was more important than congratulating yourselves."

The Muun from the banking clan and the salvager decided that now was the time for them to prove which of them was concealing the bigger blaster so to speak. Blaire stayed out of their exchange while Senator Vexx did her best to navigate it. The banking clan was far too big to take notice of Blaire and what little she could offer them but Mr. Dashiell, well it may be worth having a conversation with him when this was all done. Malastare had at least a dozen refineries that were unoperational, they sat on the work rusting and decaying like scabs on a wound, they needed to go and Joran's own salvage team was, well, more suited to infiltrating and pilfering damaged and abandoned starships than a project this big.

Yes, a word with Judah could go a long way for Malastare and the republic.

"In spite of my last name, I don't actually speak for the whole republic…" a pause "…yet." She laughed softly at her own joke with the expectation others would laugh along. People often laughed along. Blaire suspected they didn't often mean it, not in situations like these at any rate. She did think herself quite funny but in more ribald settings not the boardroom. "Speaking for myself, and I guess today, Senator Del-Finn and Malastare, we would gladly welcome you Ms.Vexx, DireX, Denon, and the galaxy of opportunity that is open to us."

More blaster measuring by the banker caught Blaire fairly unaware as the alien spoke very casually about the prospect of The Republic needing to fear an invasion from The Sith.

That is something Dray may want to hear about.

| Outfit: xxx | Tag: Dominique Vexx Sossi Hallisk Judah Dashiell Annis Riyaré Agent Damocles | Equipment: xxx |​

 

[Eaton Waters]

Eaton did not need to give his full goal over to others. He had a few ideas, of what he was really going to do, but he didn’t need to give that away. There were groups who would pay top credit for this book, but Eaton had more goals. Knowledge was what he was after. And if it could change his fortune, and maybe pull more from the Witches?

What about others…

“I’m looking to learn, the Force, magick. How to utilize it, how to surpass it.”

Vytal Noctura