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

[Everette Clairmont]

[ OUTFIT ]✦[ TAKING CARE OF BUSINESS ]✦

Tags: Danger Arceneau Ivalyn Yvarro Judah Dashiell Braze Alex Stern Prystill Oasay Supisy Blen Ronhar Tane Illithor Du'thra​

Everette listened carefully to what everyone was saying and offering... He held a fairly neutral expression, showing neither agreement nor dissent, as he heard each proposal laid out in turn. Food at scale, orbital support, environmental recovery, infrastructure, and labor frameworks… the room was not lacking for capability, that much became clear within the first few minutes.

His gaze lowered briefly as he took out a small datapad and jotted down a few notes...
The Imperial Remnant had made its needs known, but only in a broad outline. What remained absent was the structure required to answer them properly: a defined scope, a requested volume, a workable timetable, and clear benchmarks by which performance could be measured. Until those terms were established, what stood before the room was less a formal undertaking than an open-ended appeal.

This was not how contracts of this scale were generally conducted.

Everette had spent far too many years drafting, negotiating, and enforcing agreements across systems to mistake this for anything resembling a formal procurement process. Governments did not typically gather suppliers and invite them to speak freely into open air, hoping the strongest offer would emerge by instinct alone. They defined requirements, set thresholds, or at the very least established structured accountability before inviting responses.

Here… they were being asked to improvise.

Worse still, there lingered the unspoken expectation that those gathered might begin competing downward… pressing against one another in pursuit of the most appealing bid, the fastest promise, or the lowest cost. As though the solution to Mahporeem's condition lay in forcing some of the most capable corporate entities in the known regions to undercut one another in a room built on urgency.

Everette found the premise… inefficient. Competition had value... but misplaced competition was waste.
The problem that now stood before Mahporeem was no longer a scarcity of solutions, but rather fragmentation of efforts. Each main need had already been accounted for by those present. To force those capabilities into opposition would fracture the effort...

His attention lifted again, moving across the room as Judah Dashiell spoke up, "A fairly rational take, Mr. Dashiell."

Danger Arceneau 's reach was established. Alex Stern 's logistics had proven themselves at scale. Everette did not see competitors before him, but complementary strengths. Mahporeem did not need rivalry; it needed structure, with each capability set where it would reinforce the others and achieve synergy.

"Mr. Dashiell is right about the labor question. An idle population becomes a hostile one. Putting them to work clearing salvage, recovering value from it, and feeding that value back into the restoration effort is a good idea."

He looked to Ronhar directly.

"But labor alone is not enough for your problems… My advice to you is straightforward: you require supply, reclamation, infrastructure, and wages operating within the same districts, at the same time. Not in isolation."

His gaze moved briefly across those present.

" Alex Stern can manage supply intake. Danger Arceneau can oversee reclamation. Ivalyn Yvarro can establish productive infrastructure. Mister Judah Dashiell 's model converts your incoming population into a paid workforce. You do not need the galaxy's most capable corporations bidding against one another.

If you were to select a limited number of districts and stabilize them in phases; bring in supply first, and begin cleanup at once, and build as the ground becomes usable, it would help in tying labor into each stage so the work sustains its own momentum.

Perhaps with a centralize intake and distribution so nothing is wasted and no district is neglected.

If sustained throughput becomes your constraint, Star Bazaar can deploy modular orbital stations to support refueling, cargo staging, and traffic regulation, while its associated companies manage routing, procurement, civilian distribution, and transport coordination.

He set out a small device to offer Ronhar Tane a look at the star ports in question.

〘Lucky 7's Starport〙

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There is, however, a broader consideration I would like addressed before offering hard numbers... Historically, Imperial recovery efforts have been… efficient.... centralized.... and purpose-driven... Mahporeem, once stabilized, will represent a significant and capable population... It would be prudent for those of us investing in its recovery to understand what role that population is intended to play once stability is no longer the primary concern."

His hands came to rest as he removed his glasses, turning those blue eyes to their host with an expectant look.

 

[Alex Stern]

Alex tapped a finger against the side of his cup and took a sip of caf when Ronhar mentioned the cordiality and cooperativeness of those gathered here. And it was true, people often expected the corporations to be cutthroat and greedy, but many of them had seen others make that mistake, and knew it was short-sighted, more harmful in the long run to both the company and their customers. He was also on a first name basis with a few people in the room, either through the now dissolved Corporate Interests Guild or similar events to this one, and personally he held many of them in great respect while hoping they thought of him in a similar way. Fighting now would endanger those relationships in the future. Each of them had a specialty, there was no need to step on toes hoping for an extra percentage.

"ORR currently only produces one type of space station, the Orbital Trade Center, which is a natural endpoint to the fuel and tibanna business we started with the help of ATC." He gave Danger nod before continuing. "They typically act as a type of repair or fuel station, thought their cargo services can ease congestion on your spaceports. And with its extensive plumbing for various fuels, atmo, and services, it is reasonably complex, though not something I'd recommend for unskilled labor. However, what I'd really suggest, is leasing the orbital ring I mentioned. It's not going to create work, but if you expect to bring in near a hundred million over the next decade, I think you want a place to quarantine them while you run background and health checks. Otherwise, you're putting a lot of health risks together in close quarters in an already polluted city," his face tightened as he remembered previous refugee camps. "Frankly, I'm surprised you haven't already had an outbreak. Thirty Eight square kilometers of open air in space, with more decking layered outward, can go a long way to mitigating those health and security risks while providing you with plenty of employment opportunities. Beings needed to modify the ring, build and staff a hospital, manage refugees, I'm sure the list could be endless. But at the same time, these few orbital facilities aren't the bulk of what I'm offering today. ORR is a supplier of raw material, every building that goes up needs steel, duracrete, and countless other materials, not all of which can be supplied locally in quantity. We can, along with the food your population needs until terraforming and cleanup allow Mahporeem to become self-sufficient."

What the others were saying about the population becoming hostile seemed extreme, but wasn't something Alex found himself disagreeing with. Harsh conditions, lack of credits coming in, and idleness was a recipe for discontentment and crime as people sought ways to improve their lot. Everette was also offering to cover what his own stations did with his Star Bazaar's Lucky Sevens, but even there, he'd admit that the larger stations may prove more suited to Mahporeem's needs. ORR's own trade centers had been made to be economical for developing worlds and private ownership.

 

[Prystill Oasay]

Objective: Start work for the survival and advancement of Mahporeem
Location: Concord Spire, Corrox, Mahporeem
Outfit: Distracting Business Suit
Tags: Ronhar Tane | Junko Ike | Alex Stern | Judah Dashiell | Danger Arceneau | Ivalyn Yvarro | Illithor Du'thra

The voices layered over one another in a steady, relentless current. Trade routes. Labor allocations. Resource rights. Reconstruction incentives. Prystill Oasay stood just off the main flow of discussion, her posture composed—but for once, the composure was something she was actively maintaining, not simply inhabiting. Her gaze moved from speaker to speaker, trying to catch the threads as they crossed, overlapped, and sometimes contradicted one another entirely.

It was not the kind of diplomacy she had imagined. There were no carefully spaced statements, no slow dances of implication and counteroffer. Corrox did not court agreement—it hammered toward it. And for a moment… she felt it.

Out of rhythm.

Out of place.

Her fingers flexed once at her side before stilling, her attention sharpening as she forced herself to listen not for structure—but for intent. These were builders. Survivors. People who spoke in terms of what could be done now, not what might be achieved later. That… she could work with.

Her gaze shifted—and found Ronhar. There was no hesitation in the way she acknowledged him. No drawn-out exchange. Just a brief meeting of eyes and the smallest incline of her head. It steadied her more than she cared to admit. A quiet reminder that while this arena was new, she was not stepping into it alone.

Prystill moved forward then, closing the distance enough to be heard without raising her voice. "The proposals are… effective," she began, choosing her words carefully, her tone measured but no longer uncertain. "Direct. Actionable." A faint pause. "But not universally accessible."

Her gaze flicked across the gathered representatives before returning to the discussion at hand. "Mahporeem understands salvage. Reclamation. Labor that is immediate and necessary. It is part of the culture here." She inclined her head slightly, acknowledging that truth without embellishment. "But the refugees you're seeking to integrate—many of them will not share that same foundation." She did not offer up that the Mahporeem way was just as foreign to her, and this was a good opportunity for her to learn herself what the Mahporeemains expected, and how it might be improved.

Her hands came together loosely in front of her, a subtle shift into something more deliberate. More hers. "If they are to succeed, the work must be communicated differently. Not just what is being offered—but how it functions. What it demands. What it returns. Otherwise, you risk confusion at best… and failure at worst."

Her eyes moved again, measuring reactions now rather than searching for footing. "And there is the matter of time." A quieter note, but no less firm. "Salvage economies move quickly. Payment, however, does not always follow at the same pace. That gap may be manageable for those accustomed to it—but not for those who arrive with nothing."

A slight shift of her shoulders, as if settling into the role she had come here to claim. "I may be able to assist in that regard." The words were offered cleanly—no hesitation now. "Securing short-term financing is possible. Enough to ensure that incoming workers are compensated in a timely and adequate manner while the larger systems stabilize. It would provide incentive, stability… and trust."

Prystill let that settle, her expression composed but intent. "I am not suggesting a replacement of Mahporeem's methods," she added, more quietly. "Only… a bridge. Until those who arrive can stand within them."

For the first time since entering the chamber, she did not feel like she was catching up. She was contributing. And that, more than anything, anchored her firmly in place.

 

[Danger Arceneau]

Interacting with: Ronhar Tane Ivalyn Yvarro Judah Dashiell Junko Ike Supisy Blen Alex Stern Illithor Du'thra Prystill Oasay and all of ya'll
| Dress x | x | x | x | x | x | X | X |

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Danger listened to the proposal, mused on it, letting a single finger tap against the table.

Then, after others spoke and remarked about the proposal made by Ronhar Tane , Danger asked a simple question. That soft honeyed drawl was all cordial pleasantness, but her emerald green eyes shone a shrewdness that hinted at the businesswoman who made Arceneau Trade the galactic giant it was.

"A fair proposal, as I am most willin' to work and play nice with others." She began, her voice a husky rasp that seemed to float in the air with a sugared sweetness.

"However, for clarity's sake -- payment is still expected for any work conducted in those districts first, correct? How much will you be paying us for that initial contract?"

 

[Judah Dashiell]

Judah raised an eyebrow at the proposal of Prystill Oasay .Was that not what he just said? Brows furrowed as he replayed the proposal in his head - advice really, beyond the low interest payroll loan and offer to consult for a fee.

Maybe it was him. Women tended to ignore him or simply abandon their presence in his life. Head craned to one side as he thought about this. Doctor Tannor Grene was going to have a lot to unpack in their next therapy session. Judah was certain at this point the man had a penthouse and luxury yacht all funded by his appointments. At this rate the man was going to own a resort next.

Fishing his datapad out of his suits' breast pocket, he dismissed a message from his lawyers regarding Dod and started a new message to Miss Junko Ike and Miss Danger Arceneau . A good businessman knew when to pivot and overcome the obstacles in his path.

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< jdashiell@dashiellinc.holo >


Miss Ike, Miss Arceneau - I hope this finds you well as we sit in this meeting.

I see you received a proposal to clear two separate Districts. No payment talk though, that's rough. I have a proposal of my own ; let me clear the salvage in the zones so you may terraform. I can get both of you on a cut of the sold salvage profits. Maybe twenty to twenty five percent of profit?

Thanks to upheaval in the Core I am enjoying a flush of employees. I guarantee it can be done quickly.

PS - We all should get dinner sometime.

 

[Everette Clairmont]

[ OUTFIT ]✦[ TAKING CARE OF BUSINESS ]✦

Tags: Danger Arceneau Ivalyn Yvarro Judah Dashiell Braze Alex Stern Prystill Oasay Supisy Blen Ronhar Tane Illithor Du'thra Telemaco Bento​

Everette shifted his attention toward the woman who had arrived at a conference on labor, reconstruction, refugees, and economic structure clad in a fitted sleeveless dress with a deep neckline, a high slit, heeled boots, and far more bare skin than the setting seemed to call for. Nothing about it struck him as practical, diplomatic, or even properly formal. It looked curated… performative, even…

He listened all the same… What she offered was sensible enough, but it struck him more as administrative common sense dressed in polished language and presented with more weight than it deserved, especially after the conversation they were literally having at hand. Several of those present had already spoken of wages needing to function alongside supply lines, reclamation efforts, and infrastructure. Even Alex had already raised refugee management and health risks, and Judah had presented a fine option for employment opportunities.

In truth, much of what she was now circling had already been laid before the room, Judah among them, only with less adornment and a clearer sense of purpose. What she offered did not seem so much a new direction as a softer echo of ground already covered, made denser by presentation rather than substance.

He decided perhaps it was better not to waste his breath clarifying what was already obvious to the room at large to a woman who somehow seemed to think she saw something more clearly, despite it already having been presented and redelivered with a more… tone-deaf approach. His gaze held on her a moment longer…

He knew that if these were Imperial refugees in particular, then safety, order, and stability were hardly unfamiliar promises to them. Those were the very terms by which Imperial rule had so often justified itself to the people beneath it. Security and stability… was that not the constant refrain? He should think the concept would be well understood. The real question was not whether they could grasp such things, but whether Corrox intended to offer them honestly… The Empire had rarely lacked for noble language when consolidating useful territory. If Mahporeem was to be restored, then it would be ideal to know whether it was being restored for its people… or for the convenience of those who would command them…

He let a heavy sigh pass his lips… Miss Danger Arceneau seemed to have the right idea of it by returning the discussion to pay and compensation, rather than allowing it to drift any further into polished repetition of what had already been said.

His attention shifted then to Judah Dashiell , then back to Alex Stern , a sinking feeling settling in that perhaps the reality of his visit here would amount to little more than a waste of time and effort.

No doubt there was more than enough influence, capital, and material support gathered here to address the people's needs without much difficulty. The services he had come prepared to offer were more than likely redundant… or simply not needed at all. Perhaps his attention would be better turned elsewhere.

His pale blue gaze fell to his comlink following after Judah Dashiell 's motion, and he began to type a message to Telemaco Bento .

You may wish to delay your arrival. The "room" is presently rediscovering wages as though no one had thought of them before today. Judah said it plainly and offered a sound labor plan; someone else repeated it with more gloss and less substance, then proceeded as though the populace might need to be instructed in the value of a hard day's work. I have little hope this will amount to more than theater until the host answers the one question of consequence: whether Mahporeem is being restored for its people, or merely made orderly enough to serve as draft fodder once stability returns.

Everette let out a slow sigh, then set the comlink aside and allowed his gaze to lift once more toward Alex. A faint smile returned to his features, softer now, touched with something warmer than the dry irritation that had held him a moment before. At the very least, the view across from him was a pleasant one.

"Mister Stern," he said in an easy tone, "would you object if I came to sit beside you? I suspect your company may prove far more restorative than anything being offered at this table… though I would not refuse caf either."

 

[Alex Stern]

Star Bazaar's lawyer got his attention and asked to move over and join him, and seeing as there wasn't much else going on as the office girl remembered what her planet was known for along with the process of onboarding new employees and the economics of business finance, he nodded back to Everette. It was nice of her to offer to put her name on the loan Judah had offered. Not that Alex expected a personal loan to cover planetary needs. Or were her parents rich financiers backing the planet's restoration? There was a thought, you never knew everything about the people you were in the room with during a negotiation. Danger had the right of it, where was the money for this undertaking coming from and would it be enough?

Rising from his own seat as Everette moved over, Alex refreshed his cup of caf and poured a second for the other man, setting it down at the place besides his at the table before retaking his seat. "It is good to see you again, your assistance after Bespin was a big help with the Alliance. While they lasted." He quietly thanked the other man.
Everette Clairmont

 

[Everette Clairmont]

Alex Stern
Everette did in deed get up from his chair and make the long journey across the room moving along the outside perimeter to take a seat next to Alex.

“Then I am glad it proved of use,” he said, his tone lower now that his attention had at last found something in the conference worth keeping. “Bespin seems a lifetime ago already… though I suppose that is the way of these things."

A gentle breath slipped from him, though not quite a sigh this time.

“Still, I am pleased to know my efforts were of some help to you.” His pale gaze lingered on Alex a moment longer before dropping briefly to the caf. “And this may already have made the trip more worthwhile than the meeting itself.”

He lifted the cup slightly passing Alex a subtle yet coy sort of smile before taking a sip.

"May I be so bold as to ask if you happen to have plans once this convention concludes, or might I hope the rest of your day is still unclaimed?"

 

[Alex Stern]

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Ohh, that was bold. Alex gave it a moment's thought, feeling the warmth of his refreshed caf spreading through his hand. "No real plans, a tour of some company holdings in the sector. Give local managers a chance to voice concerns and feel heard. Nothing that can't be delayed for an evening. Or two." He replied, returning the slight smile. It would be nice to establish at least one new relationship this trip if things didn't pan out here on Mahporeem.
Everette Clairmont

 

[Everette Clairmont]

Alex Stern

Everette’s smile deepened just a touch as he lifted the cup in one hand, raven brows arching in pleasant surprise. “An evening or two?” he echoed, the offer plainly to his liking. “That is a far more encouraging answer than anything else I have heard since sitting down.”

A faint, knowing smile followed.

“I think it only fair that I caution you, Mister Stern. You say such things to a man already looking for reasons not to abandon this entire affair.” He took a slow sip of caf, then added more softly, “You may find me very willing to be persuaded… I believe I can think of a few ways to spend such time in a rather more entertaining fashion.”

He let the cup lower slightly before continuing.

“Delayed? I would not dream of standing in the way of your business opportunities. Though… should you be amenable to it, I would be pleased to accompany you and catch a glimpse of the holdings through your eyes rather than a ledger’s. I am certain that, once your business is concluded, I might find I rather enjoy your undivided attention.”

 

[Alex Stern]

Alex blinked a time or two, well this was certainly a more expedient business dealing than had been discussed at the table up to this point. "Think nothing of it. Like this, it was to be a surprise." He paused as if in thought, tracing the back of his thumbnail over his lower lip. To say it'd been awhile since he'd played this game would be an understatement, though he enjoyed remembering the steps. "But do you enjoy boring and old productions sites, or was this an idle curiosity for entertainment's sake?" He quietly asked so as to not disturb the rest of the table. It would be best to set expectations for this side deal early, and he was curious what the younger man was seeking.

Everette Clairmont

 

[Everette Clairmont]

Alex Stern

Everette’s gaze lingered on Alex’s hand for a moment, watching that small, lingering motion with mild interest.

“Must it be one or the other?” he asked softly, the question carrying a playful note rather than any real protest. “I would be lying if I claimed my curiosity was wholly divorced from the company offering the tour.”

“Old production sites tend to possess the certain charm of Galactic Safety Compliance Authority violations… just enough risk to appeal to my sense of adventure and make me want to explore them thoroughly.”

He set his cup of caf down and traced the rim of the mug with the tip of his finger, clearing away a drop of sweetened cream from its edge.

“Though if I am being honest, Mister Stern, I suspect the holdings are not the only thing I should like to better acquaint myself with. Business before pleasure is a sensible rule… though I have never objected to finding both in the same afternoon. I do like to know whether the company improves once the ledgers close. I confess I am rather curious to know the man behind it once the formalities are out of the way.”

 

[Junko Ike]

Judah Dashiell Danger Arceneau

The small conversations going on while they were all around the table were interesting as she remained there. Eyes under the veil on their host but she would be able to respond to the others as a small indicator came. The soft chime of her interface on her ear before she flicked her pupil so slightly under the veil and it was activating. The omnidirectional overlay allowing augmented reality was a plus. The identification aspect of it helped but seeing the message in real time when it arrived helped. The small grin concealed on her face as she was rapidly flicking her eyes for a moment and left her hands on the table. Autofilling where needed but mostly she was skilled at it. The byo screens allowed many of the same aspects.

'I thank you for the offer and it may be something to take up later... dinner wise. As to the districts, I do not see why not. Payment seems to be discussed very little.' She was not going to turn it down as it was the most concrete thing being offered. 'Twenty percent would be more then enough though aside from a number we do not know anything else or a time table... or population numbers which makes it more tricky.' She wanted to say interesting and it was but she would have to look over some aspects of it and develop the plan maybe with Danger and now Judah. Draw up some tertiary contract that they can use as the locals would be better then bringing in a lot of droids at least in the long term.

 

[Ronhar Tane]

EMERGENCY MEETING REQUESTED
CORROX CENTRAL, MAHPOREEM
CONCORD SPIRE

Now this was much more in line with what Ronhar thought would have been happening in this conference!

Everyone here was oh so willing to help, to provide technical assistance, to save Mahporeem from the disaster it was facing...until it came to payment, of course. At the end of the day, regardless of how altruistic these corporations might claim to, they almost always cared about one thing and one thing only: how many credits that they would make for their bottom line.

Now all Ronhar had to do was figure out how to minimize that number was much as possible!

First, however, Ronhar had listen to Judah Dashiell prattle on about public works programs and refugee influxes and governments being overthrow as if those concepts were entirely foreign to him. What, did he really think Ronhar and the Mahporeenians were that stupid? Of all the planets in the galaxy, Mahporeem understood better than most the value of labor and keeping their people occupied with work. Why did he think the Imperial Remnant was constantly looking for trade deals and new markets to break into? Why did he think Mahporeem permitted Podracing and other planetary delights that the Empire of old had outlawed? Bread and circuses were the cornerstone of Mahporeenian rule on the planet, and as long as its citizens were too busy working or partying to think about government reform, than the Imperial Remnant didn't really care what they did with their time, provided it continued to benefit the Imperial Remnant's own bottom line.

What Ronhar had wanted to determine was if Judah Dashiell 's company wanted to have a controlling stake in Mahporeenian operations, thereby increasing their own profit margins, but apparently the answer to that was no. That was especially surprising to Ronhar, which meant that Judah Dashiell most likely was going to charge him insane interest rates on the loan he mentioned, especially given the fact that he had dodged Ronhar's question on how much the rate was going to be.

"That won't be necessary, the payroll loan will be more than sufficient for the type of programs that I have in mind", Ronhar responded to Judah. Personally, if he were in Judah's position, he would want to try and squeeze as many credits from the Imperial Remnant as possible, but then again, there was a reason Ronhar was a solider and not a CEO.After that, the rest of the attendees made their own proposals, offering their products and services as they inquired about payment and how much they would receive for assisting Mahporeem.

Then, Everette Clairmont said something that almost brought the entire meeting to a complete and total standstill.

"Mahporeem, once stabilized, will represent a significant and capable population... It would be prudent for those of us investing in its recovery to understand what role that population is intended to play once stability is no longer the primary concern."

For several seconds, Ronhar stared down the CEO, a visible shadow appearing over his face. His jaw tightened, his muscles stiffened, and he suddenly had a very dangerous look to him. He remained silent for a few seconds longer, debating if he should throw out anyone who he considered superfluous to the meeting, but ultimately decided against it. After all, if Everette Clairmont had been able to figure out the Imperial Remnant's intentions from just this small amount of discussion alone, it would be impossible to hide what was to come in the next couple of months. Ronhar leaned forward, his voice icily calm, and began addressing the entire table once more:

"What I am about to tell you stays in this room".

He paused for just a brief moment to drive his point home, before continuing:

"Surely you all must understand the position that the galaxy finds itself in? Thousands of planets left without a centrally governing authority overnight, billions of beings now force to rely entirely on their planetary governments to defend them from internal and external threats. The Mid Rim, Outer Rim, and most of the galaxy in general, is quite frankly, a massive mess, one unlikely to be cleaned up or resolved without serious investment from outside sources. You ask me what role the people of Mahporeem will play once stability has been restored. Is it not obvious? The Mahporeem Imperial Remnant intends to stabilize the Outer Rim, with or without your assistance in this matter."

"Now let me be perfectly clear. Mahporeem is NOT the Empire. Mahporeem is NOT the First Order", Ronhar stated as he glanced in Ivalyn Yvarro 's direction. "Mahporeem remains just that, Mahporeem, committed to upholding the values and principles that it believes in, and nothing will change that, no matter what may happen. Even if we were to rejoin an Imperial faction like we had previously been a part of, our planetary identity and primary mission would not change. I'm sure you're all aware that peacetime is just preparation for the next round of war, no? That is what your efforts here will bring, though make no mistake, we will be doing this even if you decided to pull your assistance from helping Mahporeem."

"But think about this. When we launch our wars across the sector, and when we conquer the planets and space stations around us, there will be a enormous amount of rebuilding to be done. Operations that will not be unlike what we are asking you to do on Mahporeem. Just think about how these operations will affect you all: you will be seen as heroes, saviors, veritable charities coming in to war torn regions to restore them to their former glory and beyond. Your reputations and your profits will skyrocket upwards, and you will be playing a pivotal role in restoring peace and stability into the galaxy."

"Now, I am sure you might be worrying that Mahporeenian operations may affect your bottom line or planets you have investments on. I can assure you this will not happen, as Mahporeem's mission is focused on the territories of the former Imperial Confederation and the Mid and Outer Rim itself. We have no interest in the Core Worlds, nor Dosuun, nor any of the worlds that you and your people represent. That, of course, would also extend to Saleucami, and if you have any other planets you would wish for us to...ignore, we would be more than happy to indulge you in those requests."

"Now, we have already heard a number of proposals here from Junko Ike , Alex Stern , Danger Arceneau and of course Judah Dashiell . My associate Prystill Oasay has reiterated our view and made some important points of consideration for everyone here. Now that you have heard our full intentions, those wishing to withdraw their support may leave. Those, however, who wish to not only make a large number of credits but also play an important role in changing the galaxy may want to stick around."

"Now, in regard to payment, we will of course be compensating you for any work you choose to perform on Mahporeem."

At this point, Ronhar began talking numbers, offering those present a fair price for their services, even if such payment might span months or years since Mahporeem would have trouble paying such exorbitant sums of credits up front. However, given that these companies would most likely want immediate and upfront payment, he also offered them an alternative.

"If, however, you would prefer more immediate payment, we of course have much to offer. Our full catalogue of industrial and military assets is yours to use as you see fit, and we would be more than willing to offer equivalent value in our military and salvageable assets in lieu of direct credit payment. We could potentially offer ownership in some of our planetary companies and industries as well. What say all of you?'

TAGS:
Danger Arceneau
Junko Ike
Ivalyn Yvarro
Judah Dashiell
Everette Clairmont
Alex Stern
Prystill Oasay
Supisy Blen
Illithor Du'thra
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Spoiler: OOC Note

I have kept Ronhar's offer to you intentionally vague because I honesty don't know how much to offer you all. You are free to interpret my offer at market price, whatever you believe would be fair. If you have a suggestion on what I should be offering instead feel free to DM me or hit me up on Discord and I'll happily change it!

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[Alex Stern]

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Well now, that was a puzzle, Alex knew the man was clever enough to see what he was really asking, but his answer was taking it at face value. Though if he read into Everette's words, he was potentially found charming in a rustic and adventurous way. A nagging corner of his mind wondered if that could be true, he'd slowed down now that he was approaching his middling years, and his domestic life was one of cozy comfort and relative order. Otherwise, the company and the well-being of its employees and long-term projects had become much of his life. "Let's find out together, I just hope he's not a mere shadow of himself in the evening light." He said quietly before returning his attention to the table at large.

Captain Tane continued the meeting, asking for confidentiality he certainly wouldn't get, but Alex didn't think the information he shared was too unexpected. Taking on the title of Imperial was practically an announcement of intention, as was Tane's claim of only wanting to stabilize the Outer Rim, a claim soon amended to include the Mid-Rim. He also found it ironic that some nations justified war as a means to peace, while here peace was dismissed as an ends to war. "Stability and prosperity have long been goals of Outer Rim Resources, and we have a history of supporting those seeking to improve the lives of those living in these remote sectors. Rescue ships for the Rangers, partnering with trade leagues and republics. As well as various other policing and anti-piracy task forces. So long as you're sincere and don't turn to despotism, you have our support. As for a down payment on materials until you've sorted the flow of finances, we'll take schematics for the Victory and 418 cruisers." Some of the others might have qualms about who they supported, but given his company's position in the galactic market, ORR took the clients it could. And Captain Tane was right, being friendly now would reap benefits later.

Everette Clairmont Ronhar Tane

 

[Everette Clairmont]

Ronhar Tane
Whilst the pursuit of domestic partnerships had proven a welcome distraction, the host had now confirmed aloud the uglier truth Everette had suspected from the start, vindicating every earlier doubt.

Everette said nothing for a moment. He regarded Ronhar with a long, unreadable stillness, as though the man had finally come into proper focus. Then, with all the quiet grace of someone no longer expecting to find anything of value at the table, he let his attention drift briefly back toward Alex as Ronhar spoke.

He was contemplative over what had been laid out before them, though he did not give voice to the fuller shape of his thoughts. The answer had come plain enough. Mahporeem's stabilization was not being pursued for its own sake, nor for relief, nor for any honest peace meant to serve those living through ruin. It was preparation for conquest: a foundation from which to launch wars across the sector, rebuild what was taken afterward, and offer those gathered here profit and exemption in exchange for cooperation. So he had been right. Several ugly yet fundamental truths settled neatly into place at once. Mahporeem was not being mended out of mercy, as much as it was to be restored as an instrument… one meant to make itself useful to war, expansion, and domination on a broader scale.

"Then I appreciate the candor at last," Everette said at last. "It is refreshing that the charitable language has finally given way to the business model beneath it. It is always easier to measure an offer once conquest ceases dressing itself as recovery."

Everette stood apart from the business owners gathered in the room, both in position and in the peculiar relationship he held to the corporations under his stewardship. Contrary to Ronhar's apparent belief, he was not the chief executive of the many companies he seemed to guide with such administrative and legislative precision. He was neither their owner nor their public face, but the legal mind and financial hand behind much of it all, entrusted with stewarding Braze's holdings beneath the broader course their new and truer master had set. He served as the legal and financial steward of those interests, empowered to make major business decisions, though always within the direction the Jedi brat himself established.

War was, of course, profitable. Everette understood that better than most, and so did the professional administrative council standing behind Braze's commercial interests. The true master had fewer illusions about profit drawn from conflict, and fewer qualms as well… yet even so, there remained a difference between supplying a galaxy that could not seem to stop bleeding and directly investing in the machinery that meant to keep the wound open. Scope mattered,as much as Direction and intent.

"Whilst the offer is generous, honorable host Ronhar Tane " Everette said at last, his tone smooth and icythough level in its near surgical formality, "it is my regret to inform you that Star Bazaar's present policies, along with those governing its associated holdings, subsidiary interests, and affiliated enterprises under its umbrella, do not align with efforts intended to support or further expansionist campaigns dressed in the language of recovery, nor with arrangements meant to strengthen Imperial territorial ambitions beneath a more marketable name and a more palatable Imperial business model.

However attractively such ventures may be dressed, war campaigns framed as recovery remain campaigns all the same, and whatever profit may be found in them is not one we are presently inclined to pursue. Nor are we inclined to place our name, our infrastructure, or the confidence of those who deal under our banner in proximity to ventures whose recovery function serves chiefly as a prelude to militarized expansion.

Such participation would create unacceptable alignment, reputational exposure, and downstream liability across multiple commercial arms presently operating under distinct mandates. We are not in the habit of confusing humanitarian language with informed consent, nor of treating displaced populations as strategic assets simply because a government has found a more polished way to describe the practice.

Any model that relies upon instability to produce labor, loyalty, or future military utility is not one in which we are prepared to invest. Accordingly, we cannot acquiesce to such a request… and our refusal in this matter should not be mistaken for uncertainty of interpretation. You have been admirably clear."

In a way, this had been revealed as something more than simple competition. Everette knew full well that, beneath the broader direction of Star Bazaar's owner, several passion projects were already underway: efforts to build infrastructure, aid refugees, and foster a more prosperous life for those displaced or broken by the galaxy's ceaseless wars. What had been laid bare here, their operational aims, their shortcomings, and the identities of those willing to lend aid, would be of considerable use to the interested parties elsewhere. It was, in every sense, excellent intelligence.

The host's demand for confidentiality was almost laughable… perhaps it might have carried more weight had Everette not already passed through the security measures required to enter. As matters stood, the warning felt less like authority and more like ceremony, spoken too late to contain anything of value. Ronhar had claimed any who wished to withdraw were free to depart, yet that did not seem wise to Everette. Leaving too swiftly, too cleanly, would declare more than silence ever could. Better to remain a while longer, composed and attentive, and let the room go on believing his interest had not changed.

There was certainly profit to be made here, and perhaps even a handsome feather to set in the cap of some ambitious commercial reputation… the sort of opportunity another man might have coveted, and one Everette might, in another life, have regarded with some measure of envy. Yet this was not the sort of enterprise he was inclined to dignify with his support.

Instead, he would have to leave it at a regretful indication that, under the present circumstances, no such business would be undertaken by the corporations he represented.

The loquacious, sesquipedalian legal counsel fell silent then and turned his attention to the cup of caf, lifting it with measured care to sip the last of it away. He lowered his voice and spoke softly to Alex Stern

"I confess, Mister Stern, your holdings have just become even more appealing by comparison."

 

[Judah Dashiell]

One minute he was sitting quietly watching two CEOs flirt with one another, the next he was receiving a bout of whiplash once Ronhar Tane started to speak. First it was fairly normal, a government official(was he a government official?) not wanting to dole out any credits or any real contract. A reason he often stayed intentionally vague. One didn't survive in this business by putting all their cards on the table. Locked one in to situations they couldn't get out of.

Then it drifted into the odd and concerning. Their efforts were preparation for the next war? Now one couldn't be so blind not to see the 'verse was often at war. War brought salvage, which made him credits. Yet to actively saber rattle for war? It wasn't his style both personally and professionally. A last resort, not something to see as a side road in a journey to becoming some empire.

Yet an eyebrow raised when the man vaguely threatened Saleucami. His homeworld. A place many Dashiells still lived. If he was reading between the lines it was one of those help or face the consequences. Extortion.

Now he could go off on some long-winded tangent as Mister Everette Clairmont did. Frankly the man should save his breath and enjoy the company of the gentleman he was flirting with. In the end, it wasn't worth it. Nothing would change the mind of Mister Tane. Getting on a soap box would just make Danger Arceneau see him as an ass even more than she already did.

Carefully he stood and collected his things.

"I do not support war profiteering and for that reason, I'm out."

Passing by Junko Ike , he did stop to speak to her for a brief moment during his exit. He better hurry before 'security' tried shaking him down again.

"Dinner. I saw the message. I'll call you. Take care."

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[Junko Ike]

Judah Dashiell Supisy Blen Danger Arceneau Ronhar Tane Everette Clairmont

Well that certainly went somewhere she hadn't been expecting. The small question of immediate logistics became one of preparing for the next war or at least one that would be happening. Her eyes watching under the veil when she was taking it all in. The general idea though of what her and Danger would do was not what she had been expecting... or hoped wouldn't be happening once Everette Clairmont brought up the question. There was a small moment as Xifang could sense her mood shift and surprise as the large tiger perked his head up and ears moved. He didn't rise to his feet but his stance shifted as he stretched out wrapping his body around her chair and covering more of her like a shield.

His eyes looking from the edge of the table for a moment while his tail swished. One hand coming out to touch his neck while her purred. "I confess… such open admissions leave me saddened." She continued sitting with her voice quiet and steady, tinged with disappointment. "War is inevitable, yet one should never seek it. Especially not when this world has taken in so many seeking sanctuary and shelter only to steer them toward ambitions of becoming a galactic power." He wanted to rise which was expected. The world could be a great deal but it took so many in it couldn't feed itself, he had asked them here to help with the people and had hidden or tried to his intentions.

A soft sigh escaped her. "A rare opportunity lies before you to rise above being just another cog in any number of the Imperial machines in the galaxy. It disappoints me to see it squandered this way." She didn't raise her voice, she spoke barely at a whisper but she could project and make it so that it would be heard by the ones there. Her hand returning to her kimono before she rose up. Judah had the exit of quickness and Everette well the speech. So making another one as she turned to look at Danger and didn't know what the trade queen would do. She wasn't going to influence her she was more then certain as Judah had confirmed a chance meeting for dinner.

"Atrisia honors you for aiding at Jar'Kai, but we do not wish for more war. The Commonwealth will be pulling out of this endeavor." She said it while being there and looked for a moment as she brought her hands up and slid the veil opened. Dark eyes looking at Ronhar for a moment as she clasped hands in front of herself. She moved as her handmaidens moved with her and the large tiger rose up. Looking around for a moment but he was moving with the rest of them as Junko walked out of the chamber with a hand coming up as she motioned to Danger. "And luck to the trade queen." Junko said it while she was walking back to her ship.

 

[Prystill Oasay]

Objective: Start work for the survival and advancement of Mahporeem
Location: Concord Spire, Corrox, Mahporeem
Outfit: Distracting Business Suit
Tags: Ronhar Tane | Junko Ike | Alex Stern | Judah Dashiell | Danger Arceneau | Ivalyn Yvarro | Illithor Du'thra

The room emptied in quiet increments. One by one, the delegates peeled away—some with polite nods, others with murmured excuses that carried little weight. Conversations unraveled mid-thought, abandoned as priorities shifted elsewhere. What had moments ago felt like momentum now settled into something thinner. Unresolved.

Prystill watched it without outward reaction. She recognized the pattern. Not the place—but the pattern. When something required too much adjustment… too much understanding… people left it behind.

She moved then. Unhurried. Certain. Crossing the remaining space, she came to Ronhar's side and rested a hand gently on her shoulder. Not to draw attention—just to be there. A steady point in a room that had lost its center.

"They don't understand it," Prystill said softly, her voice meant only for Ronhar. "Not in the way they need to." Her gaze tracked the last of the departing figures, expression composed but edged with quiet certainty.

"They hear salvage and think it's chaos. Unstable. Temporary." A slight pause. "They don't see the structure beneath it. The discipline. The way it works because it has to." Her fingers shifted slightly—reassuring, grounding. "The Imperial way was never about making something look agreeable," she continued. "It was about making it function. Reliably. Efficiently. Regardless of who approved of it."

Her attention returned fully to Ronhar then, her tone softening just a fraction. "They're walking away because they don't recognize that yet." A breath. "But that doesn't make them right."

Her hand eased, but remained where it was. "There are other paths forward." A small pause—this one more deliberate, more considered. "I can reach out to someone. Nolle Tron." The name carried quiet weight, but no urgency. "She was… instrumental in large-scale operational structuring. Infrastructure. Logistics. The kind of systems that turn something like this from a working model into something that can scale."

Her gaze drifted briefly across the now half-empty chamber—not with disappointment, but with recalibration. "I'm not interested in chasing after those who just left," Prystill added calmly. "If they couldn't see the value now, they won't see it simply because we ask them to look again."

A faint tightening of resolve in her posture. "But if we build this properly—if we give it the framework it deserves—they won't be able to ignore it later." Her eyes returned to Ronhar. "Nolle could help with that," she said. "Not to salvage the moment… but to ensure the next one doesn't depend on anyone's approval to succeed."

A quiet beat. "This isn't the end of anything," Prystill murmured. "It's just the point where we stop asking for permission." Though it was based on a bit of naivete to the "nobility" of the Imperial way, Prystill's words came with more force than she had given in some time. She was committed to Mahporeem. This was going to work out.

 

[Ivalyn Yvarro]

Danger Arceneau | Judah Dashiell | Ronhar Tane | Everette Clairmont | Prystill Oasay | Supisy Blen | Junko Ike | Alex Stern​

Ivalyn did not react, no, she rather listened to the words being exchanged by the many and the few. She kept her focus on Ms. Danger Arceneau, and Mr. Judah Dashiell. The silence that followed Ronhar's words was deliberate on the Grand Vizier's part as the holo flickered.

The silence had been more of an assessment. Ivalyn remained where she was, composed, posture unchanged, as though nothing of consequence had been said. Though her gaze, when it finally lifed, suggested otherwise. Neither sharp or hostile, simply aware.

A breath passed, then another, quietly she rose doing so unhurried. An absence of theatrics. There was no abrupt disruption, nor a scrape of chair. The holo maintained its focused on her. There was only the quiet, unmistakable shift of presence that drew attention toward her without asking for it.

"Director," she began, her tone even, carrying cleanly without effort. "Your candor is appreciated."

There was a brief pause, just enough. "It is not often that intent is so stated plainly." Perhaps there was a reason Tane should be left to duties of that of a soldier. Her hands came together lightly before her, fingers resting one against another.

She maintained her composure, the even measured tone in her tone. "The Imperial Commonwealth of Dosuun accepted your invitation under the auspices that this gathering concerned reconstruction," she continued. "Stabilization. The careful reintroduction of infrastructure, labor, and confidence into a system that has, by all accounts, endured more of its share of strain."

A slight tilt of her head, thoughtful rather than critical. Ivalyn had been willing to assist fellow Imperials. Yet, she was reminded perhaps as to why, she had been so supportive of her suzerain's initial efforts to wipe the faithless Imperials from the galaxy.

"What you have outlined," Ivalyn went on, "is something else, entirely."

She did not raise her voice, there wasn't a need to. "A transition from recovery to projection." The distinction was left to settle where it would. Her gaze moved briefly, simply acknowledging those who remained. She noted Mr. Dashiell and even the Atrisian Commonwealth's exit.

"Ambition, in itself, is not unfamiliar to us," she continued. "Nor is preparation. The Commonwealth was not built by confusing the two." A moment passed, clean and controlled. "But, neither do we conflate stabilization with expansion."

The Grand Vizier added, "nor, do we anchor long-term structure to short-term opportunity." There was no edge in her tone, which, perhaps made the words land all the more clearly. Her gaze shifted back to Ronhar himself.

"It is procedural." A faint paused followed, expression unchanged, Ivalyn was still controlled, and calm. "I will not commit the resources of my nation, nor its infrastructure, or its name to initiatives whose scope remains in motion." She continued. "Particularly when that motion has already extended beyond its original premise."

This was simply clarity.

"We require alignment before investment," she simply said, "structure before scale." Another breath, another moment passed, and then. "Should Mahporeem's efforts return to that foundation, reconstruction as its priority, rather than its prelude. Then perhaps, I would be open to revisiting this discussion."

The holo's grain held still.

"Captain, I will not impede your progress." Ivalyn concluded. "Nor will I presume to shape it." She took a step back from the holo, "but I will not participate in it as it has now been defined."

Neither smile nor tension, only a resolution remained. Ivalyn's tone shifted to that of someone who had already moved on from the conversation before it had fully ended. "Director." She inclined her head, the gesture precise, diplomatic. "I wish you success in your endeavors."

The holo went dead.

The Imperial Commonwealth of Dosuun had withdrawn from the conference.

Ivalyn did send a message to Mr. Dashiell, and Ms. Arceneau.

​

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"You are both welcomed to dine with me on one of the many worlds in the Imperial Commonwealth of Dosuun. I do not believe either of you have had proper a chance to meet my wife. Merryn Sellek and as always I am happy to include Taeli Raaf in our discussions."​

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