Private The Great Corrox Conference of 904 A.B.Y

[Ronhar Tane]

EMERGENCY MEETING REQUESTED
CORROX CENTRAL, MAHPOREEM
CONCORD SPIRE

The last couple of weeks have been something of a blur for Mahporeem and the Mahporeem Imperial Remnant.

Already reeling from an influx of refugees thanks to the Galactic Empire and the Sith Covenant, the sudden collapse of the Diarchy and the Imperial Confederation has sent Mahporeem past its breaking point, as millions fleeing the ensuring chaos seek the relative safety and stability that the Imperial Remnant has to offer. Though Mahporeem has no objection to an increased labor pool, the sheer number of those wishing to settle on the planet has created a crisis never seen in the history of the planet, not even when Mahporeem rebelled against the original Galactic Empire or fought the seemingly endless forces of the Sith Order. Mahporeem stands on the precipice of complete and total collapse, yet it also stands to gain much should it be able to whether the storm that it currently finds itself going through.

To survive the upcoming weeks and months, the Imperial Remnant has invited a number of different business leaders and CEOs to Mahporeem in order to brainstorm different ways to feed the planet's ever expanding population. Historically, Mahporeem had always struggled with adequate food production, which was one of the main reasons that the planet had ended its self isolation in the first place. Mahporeem had subsequently spent months building up numerous supply chains in order to obtain the food that is so desperately needed. Yet, the constant galactic invasions by enemy factions, coupled with the loss of the Imperial Remnant's largest trading partner, had sent the planet's food stores back into pre-galactic contact days.

And so, the Mahporeem Imperial Remnant has decided to tackle its newfound challenges head on, as it continues to navigate its way throughout the galaxy and forge its own path, with or without the Imperial Confederation.

The Great Corrox Conference of 904 A.B.Y has officially begun!

Ronhar felt like he was running into people around literally every corner of this damned building, no matter where he went or far he had traveled!

First, it had been the refugees. Then, the remnant forces of the collapsed Imperial Confederation. Now, even the Diarchy was making it way to Mahporeem, and Ronhar wouldn't be surprised if he ran into Laphisto himself at this point. How could things have gotten so bad so quickly?

Poor leadership, thats how. Between Selrik Lorcas, the Warden Primus, and even Marlon Sularen 's rash actions, confidence in the Imperial Confederation had plummeted to an all time low, and being beset by enemies on all sides, its member planets had rebelled as Imperial forces relocated to the most important planets possible...which apparently meant Mahporeem, as it turned out. Ronhar had been shocked to hear that the Imperials had abandoned New Alderaan in favor of his home planet, which just went to show how powerful Mahporeem had become. In barely two years, Mahporeem had transformed from an unknown backwater to a household name, having participated in battles and campaigns all across the galaxy, spreading its name far and wide as much of the galaxy got to know its unusual brand of Imperialism.

That was all well and good, but it wouldn't save Mahporeem from starving to death.

Nearly every day, millions upon millions of beings were arriving on the planet, whether they be refugees, Imperials or Diarchians, and the Imperial Remnant was seriously struggling to process all of them. Even before the Galactic Core had come under siege, life on Mahporeem was still relatively difficult, and that was with all the aid and assistance that the now defunct mperial Confederation was offering them. Without them, things had become disastrous. Protests and riots had erupted almost immediately among the general populace, with natives and outsiders clashing in the streets on a daily basis. The increased Imperial presence on the planet had helped to keep things stable, but pretty much everyone knew that the situation Mahporeem was untenable.

Something clearly had to be done.

Hopefully, the leaders that the Imperial Remnant had invited to the planet today would have the solutions that were so desperately needed to fix the current situation, or at the very least stabilize it for the time being. After what felt like an eternity to Ronhar, he finally found the conference room where the meeting was going to take place. Security was especially tight at this junction, which multiple Chrome Guardians arrayed around the room in a circular formation, looking for any signs of trouble. They nodded to Ronhar as he took his seat by the massive table that was dominating the otherwise empty room, a centrally placed holoprojector displaying the sigil of the Imperial Remnant. Between the hordes of soldiers roaming the halls in and around the building and the increased security presence on the planet, it would take the delegates quite a while to get into the Concord Spire and the meeting room that he was currently hanging out in.

So be it. He would wait as long as it took for them to arrive to the building. He had to. The future of Mahporeem was riding on this meeting!

As he continued to wait, a voice began speaking over the building's intercomms:

[REMINDER: ALL PERSONS VISITING CONCORD SPIRE ARE SUBJECT TO RANDOM SEARCHES AT ANY POINT IN THEIR VISIT. POSSESSION OF BLASTERS, FIREARMS, AND VIBROWEAPONS ARE STRICTLY PROHIBITED TO UNAUTHORIZED PERSONS. HAVE A NICE REST OF YOUR DAY]

Ronhar couldn't help but sigh to himself. Well that just sent a great message that Mahporeem was business friendly: restrictions and random searches always went over well with those kind of folks.

Whatever. They would just have to accept it as the cost of doing business!

TAGS:
Danger Arceneau
Junko Ike
Ivalyn Yvarro
Judah Dashiell
Braze
Alex Stern
Prystill Oasay
Those with private invitations

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[Junko Ike]

There had been questions, with so many Imperial groups and empire for a brief time it had been complicated but The Commonwealth haad continued to reinforce itself. Miyoungs heightened measures in the wake of the attack had been better then most expected and they produced more and more thanks to their terraforming of worlds behind the breakwater. So Junko had been willing to come if only to help the ones who needed it. Atrisia wanted isolation and to be left alone so no grudges with that may be their neighbors one day. She moved as her Kōgō Heika Mk. IV came out. The profile distinct as it didn't drop out of hyperspace. The Aing-Tii hyperdrive allowed them to fold space as needed when she was standing on the bridge.

The anti-stealth systems of the ship were scanning as it came into a position and gave its information as needed. To announce Junko with a look from the captain on the bridge with a bow of his head. The atrisians white and gold uniforms not betraying the subtle blue veins of their standard zenkai implant package. A small roar from Xīfāng at herr side as the tiger wore its large collar and stood tall over her. She was moving towards the shuttle to take them down as all of it was announced and her guide outside of the Commonwealths space Supisy Blen was always welcome with her and her entourage. Two handmaidens Barca Djarin and Thuria Thoris with her.

Junkos arrival at the summit was not nearly as full of fanfare as the shuttle came down with all clearances. She walked flanked by her handmaidens as Xifang would draw eyes and that was intentional.. he was massive compared to many others and highly protective of Junko who draped in an ensemble that reflects the refined ceremonial language of Atrisia's cultural revival, a presentation carefully designed to project both heritage and diplomatic authority. The foundation of her attire is a floor-length inner robe of luminous ivory silk, woven with delicate golden threadwork that forms intricate interlocking floral sigils drawn from Atrisian court tradition.

The motifs repeat with precise symmetry across the garment. With a richly layered outer robe in deep imperial crimson, its wide, structured sleeves and sweeping hem common for the noble houses. Gold zari-style embroidery flows across the fabric in branching lotus patterns that frame the torso and cascade along the robe's edges, emphasizing elegance without revealing excess form. A structured sash secures the waist, constructed from heavy brocade in burnished gold with subtle jade accents woven through its patterning. The sash ties in a carefully engineered knot positioned high along the back, lending architectural balance to her petite stature and reinforcing the upright composure she maintains while moving through the path.

The collar rises in the traditional high style, framing her face and lending a quiet dignity to her presence as she enters the hall. Xifang looking at a guard who was searching Junko but she had no need of weapons, herr handmaidens there for protection but showing minimal while turning the biometrically locked weapons over. Xifang roaring when someone came close to him but Junko didn't speak. She was allowed to continue as her facial covering closed encircling her head and shoulders is the most distinctive element of the ensemble, a gossamer veil of pale gold chiffon that wraps elegantly around her form in layered folds.

Rather than hanging freely, the veil is arranged in deliberate spirals that cross before her face and sweep back across her shoulders, forming a structured shroud that obscures her features while leaving her gaze faintly visible through translucent fabric. Fine filigree embroidery traces the veil's edges in delicate metallic thread, forming star-like patterns that repeat across its length and bind the design visually to the gold embroidery of her robes. Tiny seed pearls are stitched along the borders in measured intervals, lending quiet ornamentation to the layered cloth as it drapes around her head and down the length of her back.

At the crown rests an ornate ceremonial headpiece crafted in the courts style, its delicate chains and jade-set ornament positioned precisely along the center of her hairline. The piece anchors the veil's layered arrangement while drawing the eye upward toward the symmetry of her coiffure. Her hair is styled in a refined updo of carefully arranged dark coils, forming a sculpted silhouette that supports the headpiece and veil while maintaining the strict composure expected of a Commonwealth diplomatic envoy. Workerrs on the shuttle bringing some crates of food and drink as needed to show good faith before she looked from under the veil and her hands grasped the small Kaikichi sphere they had left to her.

Her jewelry reinforces the political message conveyed through the ensemble, presenting wealth and cultural refinement without descending into excess. Around her neck rests a layered ceremonial necklace of finely worked gold, each tier formed from interlinked chains that descend in graduated arcs across the upper bodice of her robe. At the center hangs a prominent jade cabochon framed by a halo of deep red gemstones and brilliant white stones cut in precise facets, forming a pendant that mirrors the heraldic color triad of their diplomatic corp. Smaller floral ornaments extend from the central piece along delicate chains, their symmetrical placement echoing the motifs embroidered across her garments. Matching chandelier earrings hang just beneath the veil's translucent folds, their gold filigree frames supporting small jade droplets that align with the central pendant.

Her wrists are adorned with a sequence of stacked bangles in graduated widths, alternating between polished gold and enameled cuffs that display miniature Commonwealth heraldry. Beneath the sweeping hem of her robe, ornate anklets circle her ankles, completing the ensemble with subtle ceremonial detail. Additional jade crystals are set within the structure of her hairstyle near the temples, positioned so that the translucent veil allows their color to remain visible while preserving the controlled mystery created by the layered fabric. The faint glow of herr Solari Shiroi as the lightside of the jedi master pulsed and extended outwards to be calming.

The complete effect of Junko arrival is one of disciplined elegance, where every element of her presentation functions as a carefully considered diplomatic statement. The coloring of ivory, crimson, gold, and jade reflects the Atrisian Commonwealths unity among its worlds within their breakwater. Junko moved to take her place among the table and delegates with a bow. THe handmaidens hanging far back at the edge so that she would be alone... or have the massive form of a tiger behind her when she finally spoke looking from under the veil. "The Atrisian Commonwealth apologizes that ourr diplomatic envoy was unable to arrive. Prince Shoma is overseeing much but I am his sister Prrincess Junko."

 

[Alex Stern]

At the edge of the system a massive Magellan-class bulk freighter exited faster than light travel, the background cronau radiation of it dropping into realspace lighting up sensors across the system. It wasn't a subtle ship, nor was it meant to be. Five kilometers long, the freighter was meant to move the wealth of worlds quickly and safely inside its arrays of massive interchangeable cargo pods. It waited a polite moment for its own sensors to clear before broadcasting its identity and requesting clearances before making its way into orbit with a surprising turn of speed.

Once in a holding pattern, it dispatched a single civilian transport to carry Outer Rim Resources' representative to the Concord Spire where Alex was more than happy to go through the requested security screening. He only carried a data pad and accompanied only by a logistics droid. Getting from there to the meeting room was simplicity in itself, as he requested one of the guards to escort him there. They probably were going to anyway, but this way let them as a polite courtesy rather than an insisted security measure. Being used to crowded stations or cramped ships and factories, he didn't mind the busy crowds either, slipping through them or waiting his turn like the natural spacer he was.

Arriving just behind the Commonwealth's delegation, he gave the room a polite nod as he waited his turn at the formalities. Compared to the regal dignitary and her escort in their finery, Alex Stern may have looked out of place, but he didn't seem bothered in his worn nerf-hide jacket and workman's shirt tucked into comfortable trousers. "Alex Stern, Director for Outer Rim Resources," his voice was warm and steady as he offered his hand to Ronhar. "Have we got any caf? Hyperspace always leaves me feeling a little lagged."

Ronhar Tane Junko Ike

 

[Judah Dashiell]

"Most action I've had in the last five years."

Judah was slipping his dark suit jacket back on. With all of his luck he was one of the chosen few who were at the end of a random security stop. Unlike some of the other flashy CEOs invited to this conference, he didn't bring one of his assistants or personal security. There was a contingent of Noghiri guards at his disposal but they were always at a distance, and in such a station and conference knew threats were minimal.

Except handsy security guards.

Taking his datapad back and slipping it in his breastpocket, oceanic gaze searched along the walls for direction now that he had been 'randomly' stopped and frisked. Concord Spire meeting spaces flashed on the screen with an arrow and he began his journey. It was a brisk but brief walk, allowing him to observe portions of the station. Having restored and salvaged numerous in his lifetime, Judah always liked to get an up close and personal view of the condition of such a station. Said a lot about who owned it.

Finding the conference location, he entered quietly. Gaze fell on those in attendance, giving a small nod of acknowledgement. Someone was already speaking to their host and he didn't dare interrupt. There would be time for handshakes later.

Finding the placard with his name, the old salvager settled into his spot at the table.

Ronhar Tane | Junko Ike | Alex Stern​