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Eirys Santhe · Aug 26, 2025

Cholganna, Outer Rim systems;
The Imperial Confederation;
Santhe Corporation.
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Marlon Sularen [OPEN]

At the turn of the ninth-century the galaxy was forever changed.

They call it the Planetshift-- an astrological event wherein satellite galaxies previously found hundreds of parsecs were drawn in through gravitonic wells resulting in our galaxy converging with theirs. Hyperlanes, trade routes, sectors, and entire star systems were set to be redrawn in a new, unprecedented era in galactic history. Santhe Corporation would be there to capitalize on this as it found itself revitalized and rejuvenated under the leadership of a new Liann industrialist backed by the peculiar, enigmatic non-profit known only to some as Vūm.

Navigational technology was an old market but with the recent disturbances found across the Outer Rim systems it was set to become a resurgent place of commerce and trade. Eirys stood beside a transparisteel overlooking the vast forests and wilds of Cholganna with a caf in both hands. The air was sterile, and the environment cold, so the warmth of the drink was most welcomed as the conference was set to begin in earnest soon enough. Quietly she practiced her ideas and went over the possible avenues of conversation as she sought to acquire new avenues of commerce for her company...

Ronhar Tane · Aug 27, 2025

FLEET ADMIRAL VORIN ZONILL
MIN PEACE KEEPER
CHOLGANNA SYSTEM

"Has everything been prepared to my specifications, Captain Tane?"

Fleet Admiral Vorin Zonill was currently en route to the Imperial Conference Center on Cholganna, accompanied by Captain

Ronhar Tane and a contingent of Chrome Guardians. The Imperial attack on Brosi had been, for lack of a better term, an unmitigated disaster, one that had forced a hasty retreat from the planet's surface. Zonill was worried that the Imperial Confederation might try to lame the blame for the attack's failure on him and his fleet, as his forces had seen relatively light combat compared to the other naval assets fielded by the Confederation.

With some luck, and a demonstration of the technology he had brought with him, Zonill hoped to assuage any fears the Confederation might have while reaffirming Mahporeem's commitment to the Imperial conquest of Sith controlled space.

"Of course, sir", Ronhar replied as he checked over his ZB-41 Heavy Blaster Rifle. "The firing range has been assembled as you requested, and all targets are set up and ready to go."

"Good, good", Zonill muttered nervously as he brought up the list of weaponry he had chosen for the demonstration on his datapad. "Let's see...Sonic Pistol...Acid Rifle...BG-D 6 'Outlaw'...Rhydonium Grenade..."

"I can assure you sir, everything on the manifest is present and waiting to be demonstrated", Ronhar said as he tried to assure the rather sour looking Admiral.

"And the device? It is ready to go?"

"Yes sir, along with the surprise that you've prepared", Ronhar replied.

"Then thats that, it seems", Zonill said definitively as he straightened out the collar on his Admiral's uniform. "Still, best to be on your guard Captain, one can never be sure how these types of meetings might go down".

"I'll keep that in mind, sir", Ronhar responded dryly as he finished calibrating his heavy blaster. Shooting their way out of this conference was the last thing Ronhar would expect them to be doing, but...

The MIN Peace Keeper landed on docking bay nine, and unloaded its passengers without incident. Ronhar exited first, followed by the Chrome Guardians and finally Admiral Zonill himself.

They hadn't been fired upon or blown up mid landing, so that was already a good sign for Zonill. Yet, he couldn't help but be on high alert.

"Let's go", Zonill said curtly as the delegation made its way toward the conference center...

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Squesha · Friday at 12:33 AM

Admiral Squesha walked briskly through the corridors of the imperial complex. She carried with her several databanks and her trusty holo-projector. If squesha was being honest she disliked the facility. The air was too dry, making it uncomfortable for her aquatic skin. Nevertheless she did not complain, it was a privelage to be invited to this conference. Far more than Project Tion, this conference could change the Confederation completely. TO be part of shaping the very basis of the fleets was an honor.

She passed by security on her way in, showing them her credentials. Once she had passed them she reached the conference door and used her codes to enter. She was one of the first to enter. She marched in and sat in her seat, and busied herself by setting up her displays and data handouts. She had prepared quite the presentation, and looked forward to leaving her mark on the navy.

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Marlon Sularen

Ronhar Tane

Calin Rakel · Friday at 12:36 PM

"You'll have to surrender your blaster, sir," the Imperial Security Officer guarding the conference room told Calin as he approached, "And your security detail will have to wait outside."

A squawk of garbled sounds emanated from Calin's black armored troopers as they stepped forward confrontationally.

Calin held up a hand, and the troopers backed away from the unperturbed Imperial Security Officer. "Of course," Calin said amicably, handing over his blaster. The Officer took it and placed it into a locked box next to the conference room, handing Calin the key afterwards.

"Thank you, sir," the Officer stated, nodding at Calin.

"Wait here," Calin ordered his men as he stepped up to the conference room door, inputting his code cylinder into the panel next to the door. The door slid open silently, beckoning him inside. As he did so, he heard the delegation from Mahporeem (

Ronhar Tane ) entering the room as he entered the conference chambers.

Calin stepped into the room, noticing some Imperial's already inside. Calin nodded in

Squesha s direction, "Admiral," he said by way of greeting as he sat down near her, pulling out a small datapad from inside his coat pocket. The datapad contained notes from the battle over Brosi, as well as ideas he had for future engagements. Calin waited for the conference to begin as other members continued to filter in.

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Marlon Sularen

Marlon Sularen · Monday at 6:30 PM

T H E_C H O L G A N N A_N A V A L_C O N F E R E N C E

IMPERIAL CONFEDERATION
CHOLGANNA, OUTER RIM TERRITORIES

Sularen watched from the comfort of his seat at the head of the conference table as his guests arrived one by one to the Naval Conference within the Imperial Center for Military Operations on Cholganna. The Imperial Confederation was still recovering from it's humiliating defeat at Brosi, which saw it's attempt to invade the Sith-controlled Thandon Star Cluster repulsed by the Sith Order. Although High Command was still processing multiple after-action reports from high-profile members of the Confederation who partook in the failed offensive what was clear was that the Imperial Confederation lacked two major things : proper cohesion and a defined military doctrine.

This weaknesses is what led to Sularen calling for this conference, a gathering of members of the Imperial Ruling Council, top officials within the Imperial Navy and representatives of various Special Interests such as Imperial-aligned Corporations, all with the purpose of properly defining a doctrine for the Imperial Navy and getting the Special Interests on task to meet up with the demands that would come with pursuing such a strategy.

While most of the attendees had already arrived it appeared that both the Marquis Nargath and Exarch Von Strauss, two key figures of one of the main Special Interests associated with the Imperial Confederation known as the N&Z Umbrella Corporation, had yet to arrive. As such the Supreme Commander would remain comfortably seated in his chair, his hands clasped on the table as he patiently awaited the arrival of his last two guests before finally starting the conference.

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Tertius C. Nargath · Tuesday at 2:36 PM

		
It wasn't exactly Tertius' style to tell any military personel what they needed to do or what would be expected of them, but considering attending this naval conference could yield some better insight in what the Imperial Confederation was expecting from their military contracts, what they perhaps noticed to be wrong or missing within their own armories and arsenals. All of these were interesting enough to at the very least show up properly, despite the fact that the Marquis had decided to allow for someone else to take over the more global tasks of the N&Z Umbrella Corporation, while he could focus on the financial and more political engagements of his family now that he had managed to turn the N&Z from a hollow giant into a reborn corporate juggernaut.

Ofcourse the choice for this replacement in the position of CEO was clearly 
			 
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 who accompanied the well-dressed and suave head of House Nargath as they made their way through the various corridors which would lead to the conference room where the meeting was scheduled to take place.

"My apologies for the late arrival, ladies and gentlemen," Upon entering the conference room, the Marquis of Valkan gave a courteous nod towards those already present, noticing that the Exarch 
			 
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 had not yet arrived either, something which made Tertius smile slightly, since usually he would be the last one arriving at most gatherings which included both of them. "It seems there were a few more arrangements my new assistant had to make, thus delaying both myself and my companion, Lady Amalia Visconti."

Sitting down in what he assumed to be the designated chair for himself, the Marquis sat down and showed a somewhat sheepish, gentle smile towards the others present.

Amalia Visconti | Mira Rhory · Tuesday at 2:53 PM

		
Following the man she'd been supporting openly in their position of Chairman of the N&Z Umbrella Corporation, Amalia calmly followed Tertius, the current head of House Nargath, all the while hiding where her true loyalties lay within the complicated web which had formed within and around the powerful corporate juggernaut. it had taken her years of service to Tertius, years of manipulation and careful consideration, but finally she had managed to get a position which would allow her to fulfill the commands her true Lord gave her.

Upon arrival at the Conference room, just like the Marquis, Amalia greeted everyone present with a short nod, her emotionless eyes and expressionless face turning towards 
			 
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 for a moment, before she fully turned her attention towards the Supreme Commander of the Imperial Confederation 
			 
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 , walking around the table and calmly approaching him with not a smidge of fear or hesitation, until she stood next to the man, leaning a bit forward so she could make her thin lips move, whispering into the Military Commander's ears...

"The Dealmaker excuses himself from this meeting, but if there are any details you need, I am happy to provide my master's thoughts and pointers should you be willing to accept my words as if they were the true words and intentions of my Master."

Eirys Santhe · Tuesday at 5:09 PM

Cholganna, Outer Rim systems;
The Imperial Confederation;
Santhe Corporation.
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Calin Rakel |

There was a time when the Santhe Corporation were the premiere shipwright and producer of ship-parts technologies in this region of the galaxy. With their considerable holdings, supported by the vast subsidiaries it had accumulated (such as Santhe/Sienar Technologies), they used to be an untouchable entity and the first in line when it came to both civilian, commercial or military contracts for upgrades, refits or manufacture of vessels across the Outer Rim systems in the star sectors located in and around the Tion Cluster.

The fact that N&Z Umbrella Corporation were sat at these proceedings was a testament to what had become of the Santhe name and it's legacy-- a fallen giant that had been brought back from the brink of catastrophe, and ruination through the machinations of the mysterious

Her , and the equally enigmatic non-profit known only to a few as Vūm, whose donations and support of Santhe Corporation had prevented the company from closing after

Vyllia Sancetti was ousted from Imperial space during the fall of the Empire of the Lost.

Santhe's downfall in stature, size and ability had been to the N&Z's gain. Clever political manoeuvring, dealings with key players in both the Imperial and civilian complexes (via COMECI), as well as wide array of products, supplies and industrial power had put them in first place when it came to attaining contracts, commerce and trade with the nascent Imperial Confederation. They were here to stay now, and so had become a natural rival for the Santhe Corporation as it sought to claw it's way back into an influential and commercial position within Imperial territories.

The recent renovation of the Neyrix pyramid, located in the Halquarn District, Lianna City-- recorded by some historians, archaeologists and scientists as a site of thought-to-be extinct race of Humanoids called 'The Builders'-- had resulted in the opening of offices for the N&Z alongside new corporate headquarters for the Santhe Corporation, and of course, an allocated space belonging to the Vūm Investment group located on it's upmost floor.

On the surface of natural rivalry between the two corporate entities, as they seemingly poised themselves to acquire new contracts from summits such as this Cholganna Naval Conference, suggested that they would fight tooth and nail to acquire the contracts from the likes of

Marlon Sularen as he sought to renew and reform the Confederation's navy and military following the disastrous loss during the Thandon Star Cluster Campaign, but the Santhe had not survived or thrived during the millennia since the rise and fall of Palpatine's Galactic Empire to maintain itself without foresight and cunning in their own right.

Instead of poising itself as a rival to the N&Z, with thanks to the machinations of the Warden Primus, the Santhe Corporation had identified markets of which the Umbrella Corporation were either unequipped, or inactive, in order to acquire a foothold in these proceedings without jeopardizing a brewing partnership between both commercial entities as they vied for position and influence within Imperial territories in the early ninth-century.

Santhe had something that the N&Z would never have-- the TIE series, and it's legacy as the creators of the technology gave them the necessary clout to provide new lines of product, such as the Aegis series, which would improve and upgrade the starfighter corps of the nascent Confederation as it sought to carve itself into the fallen territories of Empire of the Lost during the second Imperial occupation of the Outer Rim systems.

Combined with the development of the Planetshift exposed a burgeoning market for navigational technology that had yet to be seized by corporate entities out here on the edges of the known galaxy. Santhe intended to deliver...

Karl Von Strauss · Tuesday at 6:47 PM

The Exarch was running late, egregiously so, by his own standards. Since the Confederation's first major campaign had ended in defeat, the burdens of command had multiplied. As head of COMECI, every requisition, every logistical knot, and every authorization seemed to land on his desk. Even with a small army of assistants and High Prefects to manage the tide, the demands were unrelenting. Still, when summoned by the Ruling Council, duty left no room for delay. The Naval Conference, if nothing else, offered a brief reprieve from the constant pressure of administration, though he had diverted several Prefects to ensure the machine of governance kept running in his absence.

The trip from New Alderaan had been swift. Soon enough, his hard-soled boots echoed through the hallways as he advanced, flanked by four N&Z KXU security droids under the lead of an unstealthed C1RC3. Behind them trailed his cadre of aides, including his N&Z attaché, Milton Flight, who moved with the brisk efficiency of men accustomed to such proceedings. At the chamber doors, his credentials were confirmed, and with the ease of routine he surrendered his sidearm. His security detail fanned out along the wall in disciplined silence, taking station near Admiral Rakel's troopers.

Crossing the threshold, he extended his arm without breaking stride; a datapad was placed into his hand, its screen alive with yet another priority request. His eyes skimmed the details as he approached his seat, a quiet sigh escaping him before he slid the datapad back to his aide. At last, he allowed his attention to settle on those assembled.

"Forgive my lateness," he said, his tone warm yet measured. "The Confederation never sleeps, and neither do its demands. Thank you for granting me the opportunity to attend."

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