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"Corrox is the capital city of Mahporeem. Formerly an Imperial Command Center, Corrox quickly took on a new role of importance after the fall of Palpatine's Galactic Empire (and the failure of OPERATION: CINDER) later becoming the seat of power for the ruling planetary triumvirate."
-- A description of Mahporeem's capital city: " Corrox " .
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Makai Dashiell
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R'ayne Asara
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Ronhar Tane
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Nolle Tron
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Orinn Darge
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Captain Charles
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Alex Stern
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Marlon Sularen
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Illithor Du'thra
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Darth Carnifex
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Amalia Visconti | Mira Rhory
SYPNOSIS:
The Imperial Confederation is no-more.
Only the Mahporeem Imperial Remnant survives as the last remaining stronghold of the late Imperial regime following the end of it's second occupation of the Tion Hegemony and Ash Worlds.
Imperial power has fallen. Law, justice and order have been replaced by chaos.
Only the Sith Order now remain as the dominant power in the Outer Rim Territories with their indomitable SITH EMPIRE. Evil is spreading everywhere.
On the furthest edges of the known galaxy, on the threshold before one could cross into the Unknown Regions, a peculiar organisation serves as host following the acquisition of a new security subsidiary (found several hundred lightyears away) in the Mid-systems. Entrepreneurs and corporate delegates converge in the city of Corrox to hear about new opportunities along the Five Veils Route following the dissolution of Imperial power while Sith influence and barbarism converge to fill the vacuum left behind following the rise of the LEAGUE OF IMPERIAL REJUVENATION!
Vūm, the peculiar and discreet hedge fund from Enarc, seek to debrief attendees regarding the plans of the newly acquired N&Z Tarsai Vigil: a security subsidiary recently purchased by the intergalactic megacorporation colloquially known by most as UMBRELLA. Far away from the bureaucratic interference of the High Republic Senate and their decadent Jedi Order, Tarsai looks to open the floodgates for corporate expansionism and rejuvenation in the Mid-systems while the Sith fist reaches out to squeeze those who live on the other side of " THE BLACKWALL " . . .
" TARSAI "
A story told on Mahporeem.
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It's the smell, you see. Even as you are coming down from the heavens, to make landing in Corrox, you can begin to taste it in the back of your throat. That awful stench which seems to be a blend, mixture and amalgamation of rubbish that seems to have built up over the course of a millennia. The locals like to call it scrap but this is their way of only trying to be polite. Mahporieem's might have gotten used to it, but for those off-worlders, who find themselves on the edges of the known galaxy, they know what's up. It's something that stays with you after you leave whence Mahporeem's bad reputation even during the heights of the Imperial Confederation. There were often jokes told among the brass about this backwatered junkyard.
None of them are laughing anymore after Brosi, are they?
Nevertheless, the smell can become so potent and wrong that it's enough to make your eyes water. No amount of fabric or coverings can keep it at bay save for, perhaps, a well designed mask; and if you've ever taken the time to see the planets surface from the vantage point of a good cockpit or observation deck, then you will see why the Mahporieem are often seen without something to cover the face. Despite the poverty, and abject dystopia, home does become home eventually, you know? Rue opted for the aquata when she was outside. She couldn't be too sure if the infamous stench was potent and noxious or not but she wasn't going to take the chance. The keen eye would recognise the Jedi tech. Another mystery to add onto the layers concerning the business surrounding the peculiar host found in Corrox.
Vūm, they were called.
Discreet, alien and enigmatic as one could call themselves. They tended to like it that way. Names often remained elusive with these people.
After the hedge fund acquired it's office spaces in Corrox City, they had had a Tintolive tree imported, and since looked after, to be situated in the centre of the room amid consoles monitoring local news and weather reports; long distance networks which were not yet affected by the phenomena surrounding Sith space; and analytics describing stocks among a half-dozen star systems, peculiarly and geographically matched, to sectors that were among those who had joined the High Republic. A particularly long spanning hyperlane (which was called the Five Veils Route) had been highlighted by somebody on one of the monitors. Next to that one were live broadcasts of a race happening somewhere. Pod Racing was the defacto number one sport watched and beloved by the locals. Rue tended to ignore that one. As they say in Theed, " That isn't my cup of tea. " Nabooians, pah.
Sometimes it's hard to tell when someone is a kid, particularly nowadays, when they all seem to be so eager to grow up so fast. But the experienced eye can tell the difference. It's the way they stand, talk and that certain look that they can give you. You know the one. Suffice to say, when the attendees to this summit arrived and took their places, a kid barely older than sixteen playing as hostess would one of many oddities concerning this business. Vūm were small, tiny, barely heard about, and yet it seemed to be in set in stone that they were going to get a little known reputation for being a bit odd.
But, then again, they weren't the stars on show today. This was all about Umbrella and Tarsai. You see, three years ago a project in the defunct Royal Naboo Republic paved the way for the rejuvenation of a certain hyperlane in the Mid-systems, and according to an analysis run by Vūm, given developments happening out here in the Outer Rim, and their extensive contacts in the burgeoning High Republic, now was the best time to take. Yeah, the idea of business and corporate interests being interfered by goodie-do-gooders like the Jedi, or those politicians in Theed, sounded off-putting.
But, then again, there was a difference in trading your freedom and life in order to protect yourself by comparison. Things are looking stark out here. It would be best to avoid the fist that wants to hit you and move ontoto pastures new to deal with certain annoyances instead-- a certain logic that would be the theme of this presentation.
"Hi! I am so excited to see so many people came to Corrox City," Rue exclaimed pleasantly as attendees filtered in. She was standing beneath a Tintolivee branch with their arms folded and aquata in hand. "I know it smells bad outside, but in here, you can breathe easily. Feel free to take your equipment off. We will give it back to ya after it's all over!"