Public TARSAI - [ OPEN ]

[Ronhar Tane]

CAPTAIN RONHAR TANE, TK-3301
CORROX, MAHPOREEM
OBJECTIVE I: TARSAI

Ronhar sat in stunned silence at the message that the Warden Primus had delivered to the group assembled.

The Warden Primus...the same person who had caused a diplomatic incident between the late Imperial Confederation and the Mandalorian Empire. The same person who had interrogated Ronhar for hours on end, making all kinds of crazy claims about the nature of the Sith and Karl Von Strauss and the N&Z Umbrella Corporation. The same person who had fled from Imperial Space, and was currently in hiding, undoubtedly aware of the implications of everything that had transpired under their tenure as one of the Confederation's most powerful individuals.

The same person who was now offering a rather lucrative deal to the Imperial Remnant.

Ronhar looked over at Rue and the rest of those assembled. He listened to Amalia Visconti | Mira Rhory warn Rue about any attempts to destabilize the High Republic, he observed R'ayne Asara silently observing the proceedings, and he himself decided to throw his two credits into the ring regarding the current situation.

He turned to fully face Rue , his voice harsh and calculating, as his hand drifted almost lazily to the blaster pistol on his hip holster.

"What I want to know", Ronhar began, "is what your endgame is. I have the pleasure, or perhaps displeasure, of having gotten onto the former Warden Primus's personal radar, and I was "asked" to come and speak with her privately regarding a number of different matters. I became party to a rather substantial amount of confidential information, and was inundated with all manners of crazy rumors straight from the Warden Primus Her -self. Given Her actions with the Mandalorian Empire and Her attempts to flee Imperial space following the collapse of the Confederation, to say that we here on Mahporeem are distrusting of Her would be a gross understatement. In fact, their are calls all throughout Imperial territory for Her arrest of all things. The fact that YOU come here and openly flaunt your association with Her despite knowing Her checkered past tells me one of two things. You're either a complete and utter fool...or you're so confident in the value that Enrac brings that you think we'll be willing to overlook everything that's happened in the past. I'm willing to bet my life that's its the latter. So if that's the case, than what is your end goal? Because I refuse to believe that the former Warden Primus would go through all this trouble for a potential business opportunity. What I want to know is...what is it that you're really after?"

Ronhar could feel himself physically tense up as he awaited Rue 's answer...

TAGS:
Rue
Aldus Kragg
Amalia Visconti | Mira Rhory
R'ayne Asara
Hannah Charles
Captain Charles
Nolle Tron
Illithor Du'thra
OPEN

 

[Captain Charles]

Answers Please​

Charles | Meeting Room | N&Z Tarsai Vigil Building:
He had been listening to Ronhar speak and found himself in agreement with everything the Captain had said. Her did not seem like a very reliable person. He looked at Rue.

“I would like answers too,” he said simply.

Rue now had some explaining to do. He would let the others judge though. It was time for a stretch break.

He squeezed her hand three times. She read it immediately — leaving. She gripped his arm once in question. He squeezed twice more in response — nothing serious, back soon. She gripped his arm four times — be back soon. Then she released him.

He stood and stepped out.

He encountered his personal protection squad on the way to the entrance. They were here on their own initiative. All five of them. The 514th Battalion "Charles" squads rotated every day. It their own system, to ensure everyone got a turn.

Today it was Sergeant Dlaimi’s Squad turn.

“We were looking for you sir.” he said.

“Glad you are here.” Charles replied. “With me, the meeting is getting a little tense.”

“How sir?”

“The hostess’s master has quite the history with Mahporeem.”

Dlaimi and the other four troopers nodded.

He looked back at the door.

They marched back in. Charles leading the formation. He returned to his seat. The troopers arranged themselves around the room.

 

[Hannah Charles]

Answers Please

Hannah | Meeting Room | N&Z Tarsai Vigil Building:
He was gone. The room felt colder without him. She could feel the tension in the room as they waited for Rue’s reply.

She had been watching the door. She always watched the door when he left a room. The moment it opened she relaxed again. He was back. He always came back. The five black armored figures behind him were almost secondary.

She watched the other faces when the troopers entered. That told her more than the troopers themselves. Some people in this room had not expected this. She filed who reacted and how. It would be useful for him and Mahporeem later.

He sat back down. She scooted back against him, retaking his arm. She took out her datapad, they didn’t have hand signals for this. Writing it on the datapad would do.

“Dlaimi’s Squad is here.”

She handed it to him.

“Yeah, they came looking for me. Met them just outside the door.”

He handed it back.

“Glad you didn’t go far.”

“I would never.”

She gripped his arm tighter.

She stuffed the datapad away, returning her attention to the meeting. They would await Rue’s reply.

 

[R'ayne Asara]

tarsai

weapon: draconic scourge
outfit:X™
tag(s): Rue ... Her ... Ronhar Tane ... Captain Charles

I cocked an eyebrow as my gaze turned slowly toward Ronhar Tane , watching the captain's restraint fracture beneath the weight of old grievances.

His rant spilled forth with all the heat of a wound left festering beneath armor, every word carrying the unmistakable bitterness of a man whose history with Rue 's benefactor had not died so much as learned to whisper from the grave.

I allowed him to finish, my expression remaining as still as carved ebony stone.

Before I could answer, however, Captain Charles interjected, his voice demanding answers from Rue as well. The atmosphere tightened at once. Then came the deliberate scrape of boots against the floor as four guards under Charles's command moved into position, sealing the building's sole entrance and exit.

Their presence transformed the chamber from a place of discussion into something far more akin to a crypt whose door had just been barred from within.

I cleared my throat softly, the sound carrying with disproportionate authority through the uneasy silence. My eyes traveled from Rue , to Ronhar Tane , and finally to Captain Charles , studying each of them as though they were specimens beneath the cold light of a laboratory.

“Heated discussions over the conjuring of ancient histories have no place in these proceedings,” I said, my voice quiet, measured, and devoid of invitation for argument.

“Whatever grievances exist between you two, whatever ghosts have followed you both from whatever miserable chapters of your past, they may remain outside this room.”

I paused, allowing the silence to settle like ash.

“Answers, however, are another matter. When those answers concern the Mahporeem Imperial Remnant, they will be addressed.” My gaze settled upon Rue , unwavering. “Would you not agree, Miss Rue?”​

 

[The Lord of Hunger]

LOCATION: Corrox, Mahporeem
OBJECTIVE: Wouldn't you like to know?
IMPORTANT LINKS: Sword #1 | Sword #2 | Armor | Jewel | Ring | Necklace | Gauntlet | DIII Gluttoneria | The guards | KRONOS
TAG: Rue , Ronhar Tane , R'ayne Asara , Captain Charles

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The discussion, if he'd even call it that was dragging on. After the whole explanation at the hand of a mere holographic recording by the Warden Primus, one he knew more intimately as Her , the Lord of Hunger leaned slightly forward in his seat as his trusted associate took the first shot at the plans brought forward by the one who presided over this meeting not only in the name of His associate, but apparently daring to do so in His own name; for the N in N&Z was his, not Tertius', not Willhuf's but His.

When his subordinate Amalia made her position clear, Credius' infamously sinister eyes slowly shifted from left to right, glancing across the table and the players present at this meeting. Each of them held power within the Mahporeem Imperial Remnant, but that was rather inconsequential for those who had reach and control beyond the borders of mere governments and factions. The corners of his lips slowly seemed to curl into something akin to a subtle, yet devious grin. However, when it seemed someone took a page out of his own playbook, by having soldiers rush into a place where Mahporeem by default had no full governance nor full authority, the man...if indeed that was what one could still call him, calmly leaned forward with his grin twisting into something more terrifying, more insidious.

"Allow me to be straightforward," The abomination within the force mentally overwrote his necklace's function to hide and mitigate the effects of his presence within the force. A wave of bone chilling air, a strange and dreadful pressure unleashed itself at that very moment. It was not meant to break the spirit or the mind of any of those present, but a simple means to draw attention and to grant some insight to those who had yet to understand how the galaxy truly worked. "While I am not against having reservations against any plans brought forward by someone who by some of you is seen as a threat or an unpredictable source of frustration... where I do draw the line is the pathetic attempt to threaten by way of displaying military might."

Turning his eyes towards Captain Charles the Lord of Hunger's gaze lingered a bit on both the military man and his wife Hannah Charles , just a smidgen to long for it to be called accidental.

"Now..." His gaze shifting towards R'ayne Asara , the Lord of Hunger showed a strangely genuine smile towards her. "If we take this whole...connection to the Warden Primus out of the equation and just simply focus on the actual matter at hand... would there be any questions that do not pertain to shared history? I believe R'ayne Asara at the very least made a clear point that I am inclined to agree with... do not let past grievances dictate your future."

 

[Nolle Tron]

Zenith Point Ventures

Nolle remained seated through the exchange. That, more than anything else, was deliberate. She watched Ronhar's frustration surface, watched Charles reinforce it with the presence of armed men, watched R'ayne attempt to drag the discussion back toward purpose, and finally watched the Lord of Hunger turn the atmosphere from tense to genuinely dangerous with little more than a shift in presence.

Too many people in the room were now speaking about history. Too few were speaking about the proposition actually laid before them. Nolle folded one hand over the other atop her knee and let the silence stretch for just a moment longer before she finally spoke. "Captain Tane is asking the correct question."

Her crimson eyes shifted toward Ronhar first, acknowledging the legitimacy of his concern. "He is simply asking it of the wrong person." Then her gaze moved to Rue. There was no accusation in it. "Miss Rue can tell us what she has been instructed to tell us. Perhaps she knows more than that. Perhaps she does not. But I doubt the Warden Primus sent her here with every piece of the board laid neatly in her hands."

Nolle had seen that style of delegation before. More times than she cared to remember. Her attention passed briefly toward Amalia. "And Lady Visconti is equally correct to draw a line before anyone mistakes corporate investment for ideological sponsorship." That distinction mattered. Zenith Point Ventures had not grown by attaching itself blindly to governments, movements, or causes. It grew because Nolle understood the difference between an opportunity and someone else's crusade.

She shifted slightly in her chair, posture still relaxed despite the armed troopers now stationed around the room and the lingering pressure that had rolled outward from the Lord of Hunger only moments before. "I served within COMECI long enough to understand the Warden Primus' methods. She does not construct something this elaborate merely because she believes Imperials deserve better employment opportunities." A faint, knowing smile crossed her lips. "That does not make the opportunity false." Quite the opposite. "Migration into the Mid Systems creates demand for housing. Industry. Freight. Banking. Insurance. Construction. Communications. Ship repair. Transportation. Employment. Entire commercial ecosystems can form around a sufficiently large population shift."

Now Nolle sounded less like a former Imperial functionary and more like the woman who had built Zenith Point Ventures. "Those are things Zenith understands very well." Her gaze moved around the table. "What we do not yet understand is what, precisely, we are being asked to build."

She looked back toward Rue. "Are we discussing financing relocation? Acquiring infrastructure along the Five Veils Route? Capitalizing Imperial-owned enterprises? Establishing industrial parks, freight terminals, repair stations and financial services?" A slight pause followed. "Or are we being asked to underwrite a political project whose commercial elements merely provide convenient cover?"

There it was. The distinction the Warden's presentation had so carefully avoided. Nolle leaned back slightly. "Zenith Point Ventures is willing to discuss the first set of possibilities." Her eyes flicked briefly toward Amalia once more. "I suspect N&Z and Zenith could accomplish quite a bit together there." The mutual investment between the two companies made that more than an idle remark. Their interests were already intertwined. Expanding together into a new commercial corridor was hardly difficult to imagine.

"The latter possibility, however, is another conversation entirely." Her expression cooled by only a fraction. "I will not authorize Zenith capital for an undeclared insurgency, covert coup, or deliberately manufactured confrontation with the High Republic simply because someone has chosen to label it corporate expansion." That was not moral outrage. It was risk management.

"If Imperial expatriates wish to settle legally, form businesses, accumulate wealth, establish communities, and participate in the economy of the Mid Systems, then I see considerable opportunity." She lifted one hand slightly. "If those communities eventually acquire political influence because they have become prosperous, numerous, and indispensable..."

The faint smile returned. "That is simply politics." Her hand lowered again. "But before Zenith commits anything, I want clarity." Her attention settled fully on Rue now. "Who owns the assets?"

One finger rose. "Who controls Tarsai Vigil's authority to stop, search, detain, tax, and patrol?" A second. "What protections exist if the High Republic decides those privileges have become politically inconvenient?" A third. "And most importantly..." Her gaze sharpened. "What does the Warden Primus actually expect from the companies sitting at this table?" There was no hostility in the question. Only precision.

"The recording gave us a vision." Nolle's eyes briefly moved toward the now-dark holographic projector. "It did not give us an investment proposal." She allowed that observation to settle before continuing.

"I do not particularly care whether the Warden hopes an Imperial flag flies over Enarc fifty years from now." A small shrug. "Flags are remarkably poor collateral." That earned the slightest trace of amusement in her expression.

"I care about whether the ports will still operate, whether contracts remain enforceable, whether the companies we finance will still exist, and whether Zenith retains ownership of what it paid to build." She paused once more. "Answer those questions, Miss Rue, and I believe we can finally begin discussing why we are actually here."

With that, Nolle settled back into her chair again. She had no intention of defending the Warden Primus. Nor did she intend to allow old grievances, uniforms, Sith theatrics, or Imperial nostalgia to obscure what she saw increasingly clearly beneath all of it. There was an opportunity here. A very large one. The only question was whether the Warden Primus intended to let anyone else own enough of it to make the risk worthwhile.

Nolle Tron

• Location: Corrox City, Mahporeem
• Objective: Invest in Growth
• Outfit: Black Dress
• Company: Rue | Illithor Du'thra | Aldus Kragg | Captain Charles | Hannah Charles | R'ayne Asara
• Interaction: OPEN

 

[Rue]

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Tags: Illithor Du'thra | Nolle Tron | Aldus Kragg | Captain Charles | Hannah Charles | R'ayne Asara | Amalia Visconti | Mira Rhory | The Lord of Hunger

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Rue kept her gaze lowered to where the holographic projector had been standing mere moments ago before it had been retracted back into the confines of the table. She found herself listening intently to the responses coming around the other attendees. Her nose twitched at the less than subtle threats from Visconti. But the more than she heard it became increasingly clearer why Umbrella's CEO had made sure to tell both Rue and the others in the room about why N&Z would not tolerate lateral moves or outcomes that would affect their companies reputation.

It appeared to Rue that her master had said something or done things that had affected the people in this room badly. It wasn't a co-incidence that Visconti made sure to clarify that their reputation in the High Republic was not to be damaged by the operations of Tarsai Vigil and the economic plans of Vūm. It exposed a relationship that had been fractured yet not broken enough to sever Umbrella from her master's work. It was the same for the way Tane spoke of his interactions with the enigmatic Her during the heights of the Imperial Confederation. He sounded more like a victim comparatively to Visconti. There were vulnerabilities among these opportunists, capitalists, and military men she had learned.

Yet, although Rue could see some of it, the picture remained obfuscated and prevented her from understanding the full scope of it. Someone better trained in the ways of the dark side, with better cunning, could perhaps see through the fog and convolutedness to take something for themselves. Most of the people in this room did not like Her and yet the former Warden Primus had put substantial efforts to fund the Mahporeem Imperial Remnant's projects that were currently in orbit of the planet itself. Although Tane's grievances sounded personal it seemed that the military junta, who were in control of Mahpoorem, did not fully share whatever the Captain or Visconti felt.

"They will be squashed and snuffed out, including all those who attempt to entertain such actions to begin with."

"What I want to know is... What is it that you're really after?"

"He is simply asking it of the wrong person."

Rue turned to study the room thoughtfully. Her gaze glossed over Captain Charles ' men with an indifference. A thought passed through her mind to play into what these people were saying and their misgivings for Her . But Rue then quickly dismissed that idea. She wasn't ready to challenge that woman and she didn't quite understand how to play the proverbial game like she could. It was better, at least for now, to follow the instructions that had been given and to use what she did know to try and convince the people sitting around the table to invest into Tarsai's business proposal.

"My master still wants to support Imperialism in the Outer Rim," Rue admitted to the room. There was too much said to speak directly to everyone at once so she elected to gloss over much of it to try abd answer them all in a broader sense. "I am here to do this. That is what we want."

It was a small, unsatisfying response. In particular Rue didn't feel like answered what Tane said at all. Upon that realisation, Rue added: "The military do not share your concerns, Captain Tane. If they did then we would not be financing their assets in orbit."

The words felt odd to say. There was a veiled threat in there. It was something that her master would have retorted with, Rue quietly imagined; and so it was something that she had thought to say in order to stop Tane from bringing up whatever past they had with the former Warden Primus. There were installations such as the Romodi-class arrays or orbital shipyard complexes currently orbiting Mahporeem as they speak, Rue knew of. Juxtaposing their existence to Tane's troubles with her master was something she would have done if she were here hosting this summit. It was supposed to make him feel less than important and to also remind Tane that the woman he was talking about already had roots planted in Mahporeem's polluted dirty soil.

It did not take a big leap in logic to then assume that the military, who were in control of Mahporeem Imperial Remnant, would have taken what Her allegedly did to him into account as they deliberated their decisions and weighed up their options. That was if they knew about it before Vūm granted them the finances that they required to open those platforms up; and now that they were open, if this information came to light, Rue quietly betted that it would serve to do nothing but cause a minor headache for the actual power-players on Mahporeem itself. She couldn't see them throwing away Vūm's investment to protect just one man.

Tane was the face of the Mahporeem Imperial Remnant. A popular war hero. But what was one Captain compared to Mahporeem's security and future?

"...Where I do draw the line is the pathetic attempt to threaten by way of displaying military might."

"Answer those questions, Miss Rue, and I believe we can finally begin discussing why we are actually here."

"The organisation that I work for have been conducting an analysis of Mahporeem," Rue said to the room.

She kept glancing at all the men that Captain Charles had flooded into the room. They were a little intimidating. Maybe nothing would happen to her with Umbrella's presence. But maybe they wouldn't stop the military from taking Rue and giving her the same treatment that Her apparently gave to Tane. This was another test layered upon many and Rue was the one sent to be tested to see if there was a trap waiting for the enigmatic woman currently in hiding somewhere in the Mid-systems. Rue was beginning to see it now. How she was being used. In this she felt like she had something in common with Umbrella's delegates and Mahporeem's favoured son.

"According to the results of this initial analysis we think that this world is in crisis," Rue continued to say as she tried to not think about the fact that she was the proverbial bait to Imperial provocation, retaliation or arrests lingering over from the fall of the Imperial Confederation. "Our measurements have been localised to Corrox City. But our models do not give good predictions for the rest of the planet."

"Mahporeem is in the middle of an ecological disaster," Rue said as she continued to elaborate about Vūm's analysis.

"There is a lot of pollution worldwide, it says. We predict shortages for the supply and distribution of foodstuffs. If our models are correct then the Mezoidians will not be able to continue the upkeep and commercial operations that are necessary to maintaining current levels. Rioting, famine and disease will come after the current systems in place fail. Birth rates are another contributing factor. Our predictions have told us that these developments were inevitable. However, the Imperial Confederation coming to it's end has expedited what has been happening to the planet. You had a decade before and now you have a year. Maybe two before things go from bad to worse."

Rue turned to answer Tron's questions about Enarc and Tarsai's authority as she sought to link Vūm's analysis of Mahporeem to the business plans of Umbrella's new subsidiary in the Mid-systems.

"The Umbrella Corporation are in control of technology that can link together two star systems to each other at great distances," Rue explained. "My master has told me that these Khonshu class path stations can connect the Weiss system to a suitable planet located along the Five Veils. Tarsai's proposal includes the construction of two new stations. One would orbit Mahporeem. This would connect to a secondary station that will be located in the Svivren system."

"Who owns the assets?"

"If Tarsai's propsal is accepted then the Svivren station would be under their control," Rue told the room as the question of assets was addressed. "Meanwhile, the station above Mahporeem will need some planning. Perhaps Zenith will finance building it?"

"Who controls Tarsai Vigil's authority to stop, search, detain, tax, and patrol?"

"What protections exist if the High Republic decides those privileges have become politically inconvenient?"

"As for Tarsai's authority it is under the jurisdiction to the Republic Senate in Theed," said Rue as she answered both of Tron's questions. "This responsibility was delegated to the company during the Five Veils project as my master explained in her message. If this were repelled or interfered with then it would be out of their jurisdiction as it matters to this proposal. This is because the Svivren system is not a member of the High Republic."

"What does the Warden Primus actually expect from the companies sitting at this table?"

"My master is expecting Umbrella to agree to the construction of both stations," Rue continued to say as she came to Tron's last question. "She is expecting investment for their construction as well. Tarsai expects the Mahporeem Imperial Remnant to begin backing it's operation in the Five Veils by supplying manpower, weapons and ammunition if their plan is put into action. Vūm have yet to negotiate trade rights with Svivren but we will facilitate this service on behalf of all involved parties if Tarsai's proposal is accepted."

While Rue had answered Tron's questions by repeating what she had been told about Tarsai's plans by Her , she hadn't addressed an obvious flaw in the proposal itself. The construction costs of a Khonshu-class path station, let alone two, was an expensive thing and would require time for it to be built. There was also the fact that Mahporeem had access to other prospective agricultural markets in the Outer Rim Territories that could help elevate Vūm's projections.

Why would they fund such a venture when the alternatives were cheaper and closer than what Tarsai's proposal outlined?

"Significantly this business plan would bypass Sith influence affecting Mahporeem," Rue explained. "There is a new political movement happening in the Tion Hegemony that has been called the 'League of Imperial Rejuvenation'. My master has told me to tell you that this movement is there to swallow remnants of the Imperial Confederation so that they would fall under the control of the Sith Order. We do not want the Mahporeem Imperial Remnant to follow the other survivors who have been coerced or forced into joining them."

"If our models are correct then it is only a matter of time until the L.I.R also find out about what is happening to Mahporeem. We want to provide solutions to the ecological crisis that is happening here before they try to use it against you. The Svivren Pass, as we are calling it, will not fix the problems that are happening. But my master has told me to tell you that it will buy you more time until a permanent solution is found."

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[Illithor Du'thra]

Tags: Rue | Ronhar Tane | R'ayne Asara | Makai Dashiell | Nolle Tron | Orinn Darge | Captain Charles | Alex Stern | Marlon Sularen | Darth Carnifex | Amalia Visconti | Mira Rhory | Aldus Kragg |
Location: Corrox City, N&Z Tarsai Vigil corporate building

"Master Du'thra." She offered the Sephi executive a courteous inclination of her head. "I've been hearing your company's name with increasing frequency. It seems congratulations are in order." The compliment was genuine enough while remaining deliberately noncommittal. Success deserved recognition. Whether it ultimately became partnership, investment, or competition was a determination for another day.

Illithor returned the gesture. "Thank you. One of my aides will be over shortly to at least swap proper comm channels for after this thing.
Its a pleasure to meet you."


Not too long later his aid would relay what she said before the presentation.

"Some of you may know the Warden Primus only by reputation." Her voice remained measured. "I knew her professionally." A brief pause. "Before taking over Zenith Point Ventures, I served within COMECI."

Several eyes shifted in her direction. "The Warden Primus was exceptionally intelligent. Exceptionally patient. And exceptionally adept at ensuring every room contained only the information she intended it to." She regarded the dormant holographic transmitter rather than Rue herself. "If she has arranged this summit, I have little doubt the opportunity being presented is genuine." Another pause. "I am considerably less certain that we are being shown the entire board." The faintest smile returned to her lips. "Which is precisely why I intend to listen very carefully." With that, Nolle settled back into her chair, crimson eyes fixed upon the projector, waiting for the recording to begin.

Illithor watched without knowing what Nolle had said just before hand... at least not until later. It was an interesting presentation one that had many questions to be answered. But before that Ronhar passionately spoke.

"What I want to know", Ronhar began, "is what your endgame is. I have the pleasure, or perhaps displeasure, of having gotten onto the former Warden Primus's personal radar, and I was "asked" to come and speak with her privately regarding a number of different matters. I became party to a rather substantial amount of confidential information, and was inundated with all manners of crazy rumors straight from the Warden Primus Her Her -self. Given Her Her actions with the Mandalorian Empire and Her Her attempts to flee Imperial space following the collapse of the Confederation, to say that we here on Mahporeem are distrusting of Her Her would be a gross understatement. In fact, there are calls all throughout Imperial territory for Her Her arrest of all things. The fact that YOU come here and openly flaunt your association with Her Her despite knowing Her Her checkered past tells me one of two things. You're either a complete and utter fool...or you're so confident in the value that Enrac brings that you think we'll be willing to overlook everything that's happened in the past. I'm willing to bet my life that's its the latter. So if that's the case, than what is your end goal? Because I refuse to believe that the former Warden Primus would go through all this trouble for a potential business opportunity. What I want to know is...what is it that you're really after?"

Now that was a doozy. At least he didn't have the pleasure... or displeasure as it seemed to know her. Now his curiosity was truly piqued. Others spoke, mainly over the same type of questions and angles.

But pert of what Nolle stood out.

She looked back toward Rue. "Are we discussing financing relocation? Acquiring infrastructure along the Five Veils Route? Capitalizing Imperial-owned enterprises? Establishing industrial parks, freight terminals, repair stations and financial services?" A slight pause followed. "Or are we being asked to underwrite a political project whose commercial elements merely provide convenient cover?"

That's what needed answered.

Now something new was what The Lord of Hunger said... and weirdly did.

"Allow me to be straightforward," The abomination within the force mentally overwrote his necklace's function to hide and mitigate the effects of his presence within the force. A wave of bone chilling air, a strange and dreadful pressure unleashed itself at that very moment. It was not meant to break the spirit or the mind of any of those present, but a simple means to draw attention and to grant some insight to those who had yet to understand how the galaxy truly worked. "While I am not against having reservations against any plans brought forward by someone who by some of you is seen as a threat or an unpredictable source of frustration... where I do draw the line is the pathetic attempt to threaten by way of displaying military might."

Ah yes, Illithor had also caught the military men who entered... which was odd.

"Now..." His gaze shifting towards R'ayne Asara R'ayne Asara , the Lord of Hunger showed a strangely genuine smile towards her. "If we take this whole...connection to the Warden Primus out of the equation and just simply focus on the actual matter at hand... would there be any questions that do not pertain to shared history? I believe R'ayne Asara R'ayne Asara at the very least made a clear point that I am inclined to agree with... do not let past grievances dictate your future."

He had much to gain building another set hyperspace route. Hmmm... I need to talk to Aleratha Tel'alith to see if she can create something similar. I know those science forward teams bridged to what seemed impossible centuries ago.

And a second whole heartily agreed point by Nolle

One finger rose. "Who controls Tarsai Vigil's authority to stop, search, detain, tax, and patrol?" A second. "What protections exist if the High Republic decides those privileges have become politically inconvenient?" A third. "And most importantly..." Her gaze sharpened. "What does the Warden Primus actually expect from the companies sitting at this table?" There was no hostility in the question. Only precision.

"According to the results of this initial analysis we think that this world is in crisis," Rue continued to say as she tried to not think about the fact that she was the proverbial bait to Imperial provocation, retaliation or arrests lingering over from the fall of the Imperial Confederation. "Our measurements have been localised to Corrox City. But our models do not give good predictions for the rest of the planet."

"Mahporeem is in the middle of an ecological disaster," Rue said as she continued to elaborate about Vūm's analysis.

"There is a lot of pollution worldwide, it says. We predict shortages for the supply and distribution of foodstuffs. If our models are correct then the Mezoidians will not be able to continue the upkeep and commercial operations that are necessary to maintaining current levels. Rioting, famine and disease will come after the current systems in place fail. Birth rates are another contributing factor. Our predictions have told us that these developments were inevitable. However, the Imperial Confederation coming to it's end has expedited what has been happening to the planet. You had a decade before and now you have a year. Maybe two before things go from bad to worse."

Rue turned to answer Tron's questions about Enarc and Tarsai's authority as she sought to link Vūm's analysis of Mahporeem to the business plans of Umbrella's new subsidiary in the Mid-systems.

"The Umbrella Corporation are in control of technology that can link together two star systems to each other at great distances," Rue explained. "My master has told me that these Khonshu class path stations can connect the Weiss system to a suitable planet located along the Five Veils. Tarsai's proposal includes the construction of two new stations. One would orbit Mahporeem. This would connect to a secondary station that will be located in the Svivren system."

"If Tarsai's propsal is accepted then the Svivren station would be under their control," Rue told the room as the question of assets was addressed. "Meanwhile, the station above Mahporeem will need some planning. Perhaps Zenith will finance building it?"

"As for Tarsai's authority it is under the jurisdiction to the Republic Senate in Theed," said Rue as she answered both of Tron's questions. "This responsibility was delegated to the company during the Five Veils project as my master explained in her message. If this were repelled or interfered with then it would be out of their jurisdiction as it matters to this proposal. This is because the Svivren system is not a member of the High Republic."

"My master is expecting Umbrella to agree to the construction of both stations," Rue continued to say as she came to Tron's last question. "She is expecting investment for their construction as well. Tarsai expects the Mahporeem Imperial Remnant to begin backing it's operation in the Five Veils by supplying manpower, weapons and ammunition if their plan is put into action. Vūm have yet to negotiate trade rights with Svivren but we will facilitate this service on behalf of all involved parties if Tarsai's proposal is accepted."

"Significantly this business plan would bypass Sith influence affecting Mahporeem," Rue explained. "There is a new political movement happening in the Tion Hegemony that has been called the 'League of Imperial Rejuvenation'. My master has told me to tell you that this movement is there to swallow remnants of the Imperial Confederation so that they would fall under the control of the Sith Order. We do not want the Mahporeem Imperial Remnant to follow the other survivors who have been coerced or forced into joining them."

"If our models are correct then it is only a matter of time until the L.I.R also find out about what is happening to Mahporeem. We want to provide solutions to the ecological crisis that is happening here before they try to use it against you. The Svivren Pass, as we are calling it, will not fix the problems that are happening. But my master has told me to tell you that it will buy you more time until a permanent solution is found."

Rue finally spoke to all the points in turn. She seemed quite up to the task, something that Illithor took note of since it reflects on this "Her" person. The points were quite detailed... and actually impressive.

Illithor finally stood and spoke after clearing his nerves with a quick drink.
"So far I am inclined to go along with this. I am not 100% sure what other economic opportunities lay on the other end of this secure route. But that aside you had adequately answered any questions I may have had. As the others asked them already."

He paused and took another drink to clear away the dryness in his mouth.
"I do know the solution for the Biosphere of Mahporeem. Tel'alith Labs who my family has known and worked with for 1,186years so far has the technology and experience. They restored Taris's massive sea from its polluted run down state. They also terraformed three of the moons in orbit."

Looking around he wrapped up his speaking "I just have a question. Is this an official corporate alliance of sorts for this trade route? and what does the Five Veils Trade Route lack? That is all."
With that he gives a slight bow before sitting again.

 

[Amalia Visconti | Mira Rhory]

TAGS: Rue | R'ayne Asara | Ronhar Tane | Nolle Tron | Captain Charles | Illithor Du'thra

She simply wanted to make it clear that considering past misgivings and the misplaced trust, any proposition of the Warden Primus had to be carefully considered and properly scrutinized before it could and yes, even would be taken as a promising idea...at least by her. Amalia had a certain... relationship with the person behind the moniker of Warden Primus. She saw her perhaps a bit as a rival, who after having wormed her way into the inner circle of the N&Z had managed to gain a very favorable position others could work their ass off for over the course of decades. This strange, unpredictable individual had managed to not just weasel her way into the corporation, but also the upper echelons of most societies the company dealt with, making her an even more valuable asset than Amalia herself.

Gritting her teeth, the CEO of the N&Z listen to each of those present, nodding in respect towards Nolle Tron for clearly taking on at the very least a similar position where the content of the proposal mattered more than historic grievances and their lack of impact on what the actual topic was. Even her master had made it clear to leave the grievances behind and to focus on the actual content of Miss Rue's delivered message.

Still, when the League of Imperial Rejuvination came up, Amalia scoffed, to such a point it even seemed to surprise her own superior in the form of the Lord of Hunger. "They're nothing to worry about... they are predictable and focused solely on making a scene."

"The League of Imperial Rejuvination has gotten to our doorstep on Corvus," Again she laughed, tapping the table with her fingers rather aggressively, yet still with a somewhat twisted grin on her face. "You'd need to be an idiot not to understand who's backing them and who's behind their entire activity and expansion. While they claim to hold sway in the region, it is at best limited... several of the planetary systems do not follow their haphazard style of expansion and their dubious presentation of facts."

Holding her hand a bit above the table, as if to contemplate whether or not to continue with her slightly nervous tapping with her fingers, Amalia's twisted grin softened. "Those insignificant ones aside... the N&Z CAN finance the creation of another pair of twin Konshu-stations... however, I wish to understand clearly what the 'exact' financial gain would be in this case. I understand that it may grant Mahporeem a lifeline in terms of produce and necessary means regarding the quality of life for its citizens. However, I do not yet see how this could have any impact on the N&Z's own status, that of Zenith, etcetera."

glancing towards all those present, the CEO of the massive megacorporation suddenly let out a sigh and leaned back a bit. "A ten percent value added tax as a means to finance the protection of the stations, the men and droids who operate it and to have a minimum of an anual profit of around 5% on the total value of goods and services tranferred through the stations... that would be our logical offer in regard to this proposal."