Security Under Pressure

[Caulder Dune]

RUDRIG

[member="Jared Ovmar"] | [member="Danger Arceneau"] | [member="Rave Merrill"] | [member="Marek Starchaser"]

Not long ago, the worlds of the Tion Hegemony had come to this very same chalet to issue the Rudrig Proclamation. Now the very same Tionese leaders of all those Tion Cluster worlds had assembled once again. It was all well and good that each world had a vested interest in staying independent of the Silver Knock-Offs and their primitive quasi-government. However, stronger ties could still be forged. It wasn't enough that they had a mutual disdain for outside governments. There had to be some more tangible cooperation. A joint project, for instance.

This joint project, undertaken by all planets, would see the foundation of an elite extra-planetary military organization with the purpose of defending important locations within the Tion Cluster. It would draw funding and recruits from all planets in the Tion Cluster, receiving the best training, weaponry, armor, and augmentations the Tionese could reasonably purchase.

The Tionese Whiteguard.

But we're getting ahead of ourselves here. The leading faces of the Tion Hegemony would need to convince the leaders here of the merits of such an organization, while also being convinced that it would be for the best to leave administration of the Tionese Whiteguard to the Tion Hegemony. Only that way could impartiality be assured. Yes, impartiality. That was what they were going for here. Totally.

Dinner was, once again, wrapping up. It was time to schmooze.

 

[Danger Arceneau]

[member="Darth Janus"]

With a lowball glass of whiskey in hand and a smart looking black number, Danger would saunter over to [member="Darth Janus"] with a beaming smile.

"Lovely hair as always, Mistah Ardik." she'd coo out. "You must tell me your supplier..."

Meanwhile, her gaze would search for [member="Marek Starchaser"]. There were motions to be done, movements to continue. Mainly expansion of Browncoat Arms & Industrial. Danger had a plan -- one that dealt with the Cortosis mines on Apatros. For the most part, they had been regulated under the former CIS jurisdiction.

But with two changes of regimes... who knew what their condition were? Not to mention any new untapped sources she could start mining under the ATC label with Mohc Extractives and Browncoat Arms & Industrials. Not only will this benefit those companies, but Mara Tib Ex and Fuels surveyors would also gain from this venture.

 

[Caulder Dune]

[member="Danger Arceneau"]

"Likewise, Ms. Arceneau." Tyrin replied, although privately he was thinking of other parts of Danger that were far lovelier. "Unfortunately, I can't afford to divulge such a thing."

Divulging was not an option, likely due to the fact that the creation of his hair product generally involved at least three Sith Alchemists, an entechment rig, and a talisman of concentration. Or so Tyrin's underlings speculated, anyway.

 

[Spark Finn]

[member="Darth Janus"]

Undisclosed public data terminal

Screen glowed on the hooded-figure's face. Fingers flew over the keyboard with familiarity and adeptness. There was something making ripples in the back section of the holonews: Hegemonic Automaton.

And when the slicer went digging, she came up against firewall after firewall. They weren't amateurs. She gnawed the already chewed-down nail of her thumb thoughtfully after running another code and getting nowhere.

What are you hiding?

She typed in the code for a skeleton key after checking the time on her chrono. Less than three minutes before she had to move. The screen changed and up came a deleted email sent from their headquarters on Ord Cestus.

 

[Caulder Dune]

Careful poking around the Hegemonic Automaton's database would reveal the following encrypted holomail. It looked to have been deleted earlier this month.

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She had about four minutes to do something about it before the X'Ting webmaster finally woke up from the blaring alarm and did something about her illicit perusal.

 

[Spark Finn]

[member="Darth Janus"]

The encrypted holomail was quickly ghost-copied and transferred to her portable datachip. With one-minute remaining, she wiped away her connections. With two-seconds remaining, the chair to the public terminal was empty with only a wad of gum stuck against the terminal's holocam left behind.

 

[Velok the Younger]

[member="Darth Janus"] received a message.

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[Caulder Dune]

[member="Rave Merrill"] received a reply.

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Subsequently, Tyrin returned his datapad to his pocket and split off from Danger to go and communicate with the many aristocrats and planetary leaders present. He slid in among the crowd, attaching himself to a conversation. The exact dialogue he shared with the handful of gentlemen was rather droll and filled with generic pleasantries and small talk. It was not worth reprinting here. But suffice to say, once Tyrin shook everyone's hand farewell and turned away to hit up the next crowd, the only thing on those gentlemen's mind was the Tionese Whiteguard and how they could support it.

All for their best interests, really.

 

[Velok the Younger]

[member="Darth Janus"] received a message.

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[Caulder Dune]

Tyrin trundled along to the next group, an assortment of self-made financiers. He paused momentarily to tender his response to [member="Rave Merrill"].

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Shortly thereafter, he engaged in pleasantries with these assorted men and women. They were not the uppercrust of Tion nobility. They actually had no traces of noble blood whatsoever. These were the self-made individuals of Tion, those who had beaten the odds and clawed their way out of poverty through cunning, elbow grease, and improbable amounts of luck. Naturally, this put them at odds with the landed elite. But, the only thing that could infuriate these people more than working with their longer lived rivals is the prospect that said rivals would hog all the glory and influence in the Tionese Whiteguard.

They were already on board in spirit, but the persuasive words of Tyrin Ardik would pull them on board in reality.

 

[Velok the Younger]

[member="Darth Janus"] received a message.

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[Caulder Dune]

He felt a subtle vibration in his pocket as he traversed the floor of the chalet. Another message. Tyrin hastily typed his response and sent it out.

[member="Rave Merrill"] received a message.

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This time around the group he approached was neither a gaggle of nobility or wealthy, self-made financiers. These were military men; generals and secretaries of defense. They were already somewhat familiar with Tyrin, given that he had spent a majority of their last meeting convincing them of the merits of droid armies. Now he was here to persuade them of this particular joint project. Droids were all well and good, but it was even better to have a nice little mix. Particularly if the mix were also enhanced by cybernetics and served to enrich the military prestige of Tion.

Once again, the conversation was hardly worth taking note of. But it all went rather smoothly, and Tyrin was very confident he had managed to convince them to support the undertaking.

 

[Velok the Younger]

[member="Darth Janus"] received a message.

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[Caulder Dune]

[member="Rave Merrill"] received a message. They were really going crazy with the texting today. Is this how the kids these days communicated?

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Following his spirited discussion with the generals and their retinue, Tyrin found himself tracking down another group of businessmen. These were not the financiers again, but the industrialists instead. Tion dealt more in trade than it did in manufacturing, but to attempt any project without the backing of manufacturing magnates was just a terrible idea. Someone had to provide the Tionese Whiteguard with the weapons and armor they needed to become an imposing fighting force on behalf of Tion. Particularly since the CEOs of both Santhe and BlasTech were on a prolonged league of absence.

The lazy bastards.

On the subject of lazy, Tyrin's conversation with the industrialists was still nothing worth writing down. Despite the banality of it all, Tyrin still left the industrialists thoroughly convinced of the merits of the Tionese Whiteguard. This was all coming together quite nicely, despite the fact no one was actively helping him. But at least Rave was still texting him.

 

[Velok the Younger]

[member="Darth Janus"] received a message.

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[Danger Arceneau]

[member="Darth Janus"]

"Touche" she'd coo, amused as the man would scan his datapad. She would bring her own, tapping away to send a message over to [member="Marek Starchaser"].

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Funny how one can conduct business while attending a gala, nodding and mingling in tune over the Tion Hegemony's desire for the Whiteguard.

Meanwhile, she would continue to monitor information about the expeditions to Apartos and the newest discovery, Umphathia. This was an untapped moon -- one that Danger had the full intention of bringing it under complete and utter Arceneau Trade Control.

Her datapad would read the following.

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Region: Outer Rim
System: Umpha System
Suns: 1 (White)
Orbital Position: Habitable Zone, position 3
Moons:
Valko (The Hive) – The fractured prison moon of Umphathia.





Goliath Asteroid Field – The scattered asteroid field that covers almost the entire space around the planet (caught in a gravity field between the moon, planet and sun.)




Mantoid Asteroid Belt – The ring of asteroids caught in Umphathia’s gravity.

 

[Caulder Dune]

[member="Rave Merrill"] received a message.

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Tyrin observed as [member="Danger Arceneau"] also brought her own datapad to bear, typing out a text message of her own. It was then that his worst fears came to light: this social gathering was suddenly turning into a bunch of adults fiddling with their electronic devices rather than communicating face to face. Technology had ruined this generation, it just took a while to catch up. Henceforth, Tyrin resolved to use his newfound junior skill in Technometry to passively read and respond to text messages while he mingled with the crowd and spread the good word of the Tionese Whiteguard.

You know, that thing this thread was supposed to be about.

He continued his general schmoozing about the place, hitting up anyone who he hadn't previously spoken to in order to ensure support for the Tionese Whiteguard was unanimous. To write down these conversations in the exact words they took place in would be a burden not worth undertaking, not to mention it'd make for a dull read.

 

[Velok the Younger]

[member="Darth Janus"] received a message.

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[Caulder Dune]

[member="Rave Merrill"] received a message.

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Using the sheer power of his brain and associated implant, Tyrin tendered a reply to Rave without even withdrawing his datapad from his pocket. Such a nifty little trick. Maybe this was finally the shtick he needed to start picking up the ladies. As if his luxurious, platinum mane weren't enough to do just that on its own. But no one had come here to worry over Tyrin's exact sex appeal. They had come here to witness the foundation of what would surely be the most impeccable fighting force in the Tion Cluster. It would be a riveting, timeless tale that surpassed all the ages.

Unfortunately, there was not much more to report. Tyrin simply continued to chat among the influential upper-classmen of Tionese society.

 

[Danger Arceneau]

So far [member="Marek Starchaser"] had not replied to her inquiry yet. Perhaps he had found himself betwixt a companion for the eve? No matter, there came the slow clap of success at the agreement of the Tion Whiteguard.

Perfect.

It was then that another alert would cause her to scan her datapad anew. While Apatros certainly had been mined before, there were indeed existing properties for purchase. One can only start out small to get bigger and better. This was a start.

She would send word to Alisha'ven to purchase the properties and send Mara TibX and Fuels geological survey team to start resource digging.

And use those Yuuzhan Vong workers that had been collected to earn their keep in the dangerous mines.