The Next Big Hurdle (Corporate Thread || OPEN)

[Matreya]

Valashu tapped a hand against the ornately carved desk before himself. His orbalisk covered body harnessed the darkside extensively at all time, extensive poisons coursing through his blood, so every tap of his palm rung harsh through the room and out into the hall. It was impatient, he knew, he also knew that logically he normally didnt get infuriated by such small factors, but sometimes he could not control the fury sent through his body.

"Val," Terrence said as he approached the door, "Mr. Daemon just arrived." Val finally began to rise, reaching behind himself to grab his long coat, sliding arms in, then buttoning a single before heading toward the entrance to the room.

"Sir," Terr began, "I dont understand what the plan is. Why are we here? The headquarters at this point is, what, a million plus miles from here?" He was trying to be funny, but Val didnt much care for humor any longer, "Kato'hala is no Val'hala, sir. I believe whatever is happening here, could likely be done better on Val."

"We are going to militarize this whole planet. The highest defenses capable, planetary shields, weaponry, droids, ships, anything that can inevitably make this planet a perfect housing unit for the company, and any that want to pay rent to keep their own on site as well."

 

[Matreya]

Moving a hand back and forth in the air, intricate patterns moved the holographic screen that was emitted from his watch, all the while Damien sat rigid in the craft he was currently residing in. He was tense. Anyone could see it. There was a mass amount of taint to the Force right now; something was wrong. Damien almost instinctively knew as well, what was causing it. He was approaching the new darkside energies of the ever worsening Valashu, not to mention Damien had been forcing words out of Zaiden.

The bound spirit was savage, as much so in death as in life. He was angry, as always, and so Damien was forced to sap his strength, causing the mam agony until finally he gave up and acquiesced. He began by answering that, no, he had never heard of a planet entirely self reliant such as he was hoping to make. Zaiden then began to spin a yarn, telling of the people of power he had been around, his times as a Lord of the Fringe. One name kept popping up however...

"Ashin. Is she the Empress you mentioned earlier?" Damien asked, his eyes still on the holoscreen before himself.

"Yes, she was much the sister, or mother, I never knew. My own mother gave me up so early on, literally paying a man to take me, like i was scum, garbage." Zaiden practically snarled, "Ashin gave me purpose, a home. She made me her Hand, she guided me toward conquering worlds in her name... Did you hear about the destruction of Taloraan, about two and a half decades ago? She gave me that idea. I was more than i ever was when under her guidance."

"Well, she is truly a masterful tactician then?" Finally the Force Walker looked up, eyes on the spirit.

"Yes. None are better. Some may have performed more amazing feats, but in spite of their best intentions, she always knew. She sent her best away, just before events would transpire, none could ever catch her off guard." A smile, for the first time in the six years he had been bound to Damien, a real emotion filled smile began to emerge on Zaiden James-Greyson. The man was losing himself in his memories of his closest ally and friend.

Damien leaned back silently. He had once breached into Zaidens thoughts, when he was alive, and had glimpsed a secret code. It was one he had long ago used, well before even had reached Master...

Focusing on these memories, those of another, Damien began to formulate a message. It read, "Heaven never begs. Oceans never fall. Light never dies" If someone knew Zaiden, even if they never had a single thought of the coding, they would recognize this mantra. It itself was the code, "I am a God. God of the skies shall perish. Lord of the Shadows."

It was a shambled attempt at using a code he had never utilized. But he knew the last should ring a hint to Ashin if she happened to recieve the message. It was what Zaiden had called himself. Would she come? Would she heed the call of one she claimed as her own? Could she know Zaiden was not truly alive?

It was a possibility that anything happened. He sent the message outward in all directions. Anyone with a comlink would recieve the message. It would likely be treated as Spam. Hopefullt not by one however.

"Sir, we are here. Many of the companies you contacted are here already by the by. Shall i tell them to meet you in the halls with Valashu?" His pilot asked.

"Please." Damien said then rose to his feet. A glance to his side showed Zaiden still lost to his memories... And Damien felt a twinge of sorrow... But why???

"Zaiden..." He paused, unsure what he was going to say, "I am going to release your spirit to your friend. I will help get a body for you if she deems it proper. I can bind you to it as well, help you become corporeal once more."

The spirit seemingly never heard the other speak.

[member="Ashin Karrde"] [member="Suravi Teigra"] [member="Milo Ren"] [member="Eddak Manod"] [member="Ultimatum"] [member="Ardgal Raxis"] [member="Atheus"] (Atheus just to link you, should you decide you want to join in) [member="Hala Jast"] [member="Ashlin Hale"]

 

[Ashin Varanin]

[member="Damien Daemon"]

The title 'Lord of the Shadows,' by itself, could have come from a million worlds and a hundred million cultures. Coming from Val'hala, however, it had a very particular significance.

S.S. Shambhala rested in port at New Habat University on nearby Varunda IX. For the next couple of days, its captain had some leeway. A pretext to visit Val'Hala by shuttle wasn't hard to manufacture. Both planets bowed to the First Order, after all, and they were quite close together.

A Samara-class Ithorian shuttle, unarmed but blisteringly quick, exited hyperspace over Val'Hala. Local traffic control let it pass - its First Order clearances were all in order. It slid down into the heavily populated planet's atmosphere.

Then it accessed certain old comm relays with certain old codes, triangulated their records, and headed for the transmission's point of origin.

 

[Matreya]

Damien moved toward the entrance to the building he had set to meet Valashu and the other company CEOs, but slowed then froze. Someone approached. A powerful energy. Odd, knowledged... Incredibly deadly... Terrifying... Damien instinctively looked toward the approaching craft. Who was this? They let such a taste into the air, Damien salivated. His Anzat habits made him hungry to eat this immense power.

Yet his forward thoughts shut that down quickly. This was a power, that with all of his strength, for all of his skills with mentalism, every Spirit bound to him, that he could not beat.

Damien Daemon, ex-Sith Emperor, eater of a million and more, felt something he hadnt since he was before his Master, Voracitos: fear.

That was when Zaiden noticed the emotion broiling inside of Damien. Forcing a breach between himself and the veil to the living world, he sought the point of th-

"Ashin." One word, accompanied with a sense of glee, then Zaiden caught the look of the Force Walker, "Prey she cannot see me, leech. If she can, I will beg she kill you. One thing i never did too her. I will drop to my knees and beg."

Damien felt more fear. This was the one being that had bested Zaiden in head to head combat multiple times. When Zaiden had fought the Thronebreaker it had been difficult, but he walked away mostly unscathed. Zambrano? Unscathed mostly. Ashin? This was the one who killed Zaiden twice. TWICE.

"I am hoping she remains a steady head as you say she is." Damien feigned indifference, "I will request her personal oppinions on what can be done. She..." Could he even pretend to command someone that had done all that she had?

No.

Readying himself, Damien held out a hand, flared his Force Walking abilities to back his own power. Turning the palm upward, he concentrated and soon enough Tantibus began to grow from a speck in the center, to its full length and weight. Strapping the blade to his back, he made to appear as dangerous as she.

"Sir, I sent a message to the incoming ship. It seems they are expected. Kato'hallain control systems seem to be correlating with Val'halain, and they say she is always welcome... That she was their God at one point." His pilot said, then paused a long moment, "Is this the one who bested the Godking?"

Damien did not respond. Instead he just waited her arrival.

[member="Ashin Karrde"]

 

[Ashin Varanin]

[member="Damien Daemon"]

She'd opted for underwhelming: plain civilian clothes, business casual, just dark slacks and a pale blue button-up shirt. The closest thing to a weapon she carried was a slim datapad with an integrated comlink, snug in her pocket. She left the similarly unarmed shuttle and headed out across the landing pad to the larger Merr-Sonn ship where she felt the Dark Side strongest. Zaiden's presence, much muted, was part of that.

What to feel about him? He'd been like a brother or a son to her once, and betrayed her, and atoned, and gone wholly off the rails. Rave Merrill had finally put him down - or had that been his first death rather than his last? Among all the downsides of switching bodies, losing the sharp edges of her memory was likely the worst.

Either way, he'd died, and now in some partial or limited way he was back. A ghost perhaps.

She knocked on the ship's hatch and stood back.

 

[Ardgal Raxis]

Jurda sra gar dusr, jurda sra gar baskar.​

It had been one of Ordo's favorite sayings before the man's untimely demise. It was everything that the man stood for, everything that RMIA stood for, everything that Ardgal now was working for. He wanted to help his clan, and the men who looked up to him in RMIA to better their lives. There were so many needs, so many things that had to be taken care of. While they were doing well, working in the Outer Rim filling different jobs, working with the Mando'ade, and keeping their blades sharp, RMIA needed something solid. Something that would give them a bumper for income so they could take care of those squeaky wheels.

It was time to take care of his house so he could take care of the nation. The Corvette that carried Ardgal was pretty underwhelming. It was clear from the outside this thing had passed its prime more than a few years ago, judging by the rusty plates that were keeping it together and the exposed repair bays. Inside, things weren't much better. Ardgal's boots of his cortosis armor clanged along the rusty grates that served for the flooring. He had just finished donning his shining armor, he felt it worked for the business at hand. After all, when you spoke with a Mandalorian, it was almost strange to not do business with someone in armor.

"We've come out of hyperspace," Virgil informed him, meeting Ardgal in the hall.

"Ah, I was wondering if the power core fail or if we arrived," he said with a hint of irony.

He could never tell anything about her, since his cousin always always had her face covered. She tilted her head back slightly, he words laced with amusement, "You should really consider sticking with shooting people, vod'ika."

"I have to try," he said taking the lead down the hall towards their shuttle, "Or I never will get better, now will I?"

"I don't think you will ever get better," she said flatly, following him up the loading ramp, "But if it helps keep your dreams alive, I'll say I agree with you."

[member="Ashin Karrde"] I [member="Damien Daemon"]

 

[Matreya]

Damien heard the knock, and waved a hand, causing the hatch lock to release, sliding it to an open position. He watched as the woman's face came to be seen, amd paused. She had no outstanding features.. Nothing to hint to those unversed in the Force, that she was potentially an unstoppable killing machine..

"Ashin Varanin, I presume?" Damien asked, then bowed deeply, "I am Damien Daemon, successor to your old acquaintance, Zaiden, in nearly every way. Including capturing, and managing, his company. Which, if I might jump to the point in tricking you to being here, is why you are needed. I wish to make this company something no other has ever been, untouchable. He says," Damien instantly hastened to skip the mistake in present tense, "Said rather, that you were an incredible tactician. That if anyone ever could make something a perfect defense, that it would be you."

All the while words spewed forth, miniscule darts of his eyes went toward the Bent Light specialist as the Spirit walked toward Ashin. Damien understood this was the first time in two decades he had seen his long time friend. Zaiden's clone had a chance to meet her, before he was possessed by Zaiden's spirit, but not Zaiden himself. This was a first in quite a time.

"Ashin, please tell me you can see or hear me..." Zaiden said softly as he approached. Damien honestly was not sure if she would, as it required a being having interacted with the Spirit realm to be able to see through the veil. Maybe she could, and if so, what then?

All the while, controllers from Kato'hallain customs had approved the arrival of yet another ship, alerting Damien and Valashu, whom in turn sent a message to meet them in the halls of the building already agreed on.


[member="Ashin Karrde"] || [member="Ardgal Raxis"] || [member="Serenity Loveheart"] (just to link you to the thread. Feel free to enter as you wish)

 

[Natalie LaForte]

The four of them sat in the starship, Serenity, a Neimodian, a Muun and a Vorzydiak.

"So, we're here to discuss trade treaties and you dress like that?" The Neimodian spoke

"What do you mean like that?" she replied.

"You know what he means." The Vorzydiak responded.

"Could you elaborate? This is my fancy outfit."

"Our money is on the line and you come dressing like-.. like-.. a cheap one dol-.."

"Okay you can just shut your mouth right now. Let me not remind you who is in charge of the company and could remove you from the Director's board in an instant."

"We understand that, but when it's our money, you admitted to us you couldn't keep this start-up afloat and yet you do such risky business. You could have just left it to us, we're more than capable of managing these sort of negotiations."

Her sister's voice spoke on the ship's intercom. "We will be docking in just under one minute. Thank you for riding on Loveheart air."

"And if I'm not mistaken, our factories are meant to be producing veteran droids with state-of-the-art equipment, and you have them producing water bottles with your face on them?"

The arguing continued for just over 5 minutes going back and forth between the two. While the ship was docking, and their luggage was finally done being unloaded, the Muun who was silent for the entire duration of the trip finally spoke his first word.

"Would all of you be quiet? You're acting like children. The water bottles sold more than our droids have in their entire production cycle, granted, this is going to rectify that, but whenever the COO makes a decision that actually has a positive outcome, would you acknowledge it and stop being so negative?"

The three immediately stopped the arguing, giving disgruntled looks at eachother. None of them carried weapons, assuming they would be safe on this planet. The five, 4 of which were dressed for the occasion, one of which was not, exited the ship's walkway and were now standing idly by themselves.

[member="Damien Daemon"] I [member="Ardgal Raxis"] I [member="Ashin Karrde"] I [member="Matreya"]

 

[Ashin Varanin]

[member="Damien Daemon"]

Two decades back, Moridin had shoved around a billion spirits into Ashin’s corporeal body; she’d carried them, calmed them, exorcised them, and ultimately returned them to the Force. Since then she’d bound and released a few individual souls along the way, through the same techniques that Daemon had mastered. She didn’t see Zaiden’s spirit, but she certainly heard it, felt its presence.

“I’m no genius, Mister Daemon,” she said, focusing on him. “I have the ability to recognize opportunities, the patience to wait for them, and the audacity to take advantage of them. I’ve built up a company’s security in the way you’re describing, but it took half a decade of effort, and I was starting from something localized to one or two systems. I’m familiar with your company; it’s somewhat more spread out. Still, I’d be willing to take a swing at what you’re proposing. My price would be the soul of Zaiden James Greyson, as well as certain accommodations for cover story.”

 

[Matreya]

Damien paled, just a tad. She knew of Zaiden being here, somehow. It didnt appear that she could see Zaiden, as the now broadly grinning Spirit stood almost arms reach from her side. So... Could she sense him? Damien had never thought about that really. It had happened only once before, and the woman who had sensed him had been around every iteration of the false God, including Spirit, original, and clone.

...but so was Ashin. Frak. Of course she could sense him, Damien realized.

"I have every intention of moving the whole of my operations back from the wide spread nature it currently holds. I will have as much of it as i can here, being all on one planet. The rest within as little distance as physically possible." Damien murmured, still a bit shaken by the meager attitude she held toward finding Zaiden's spirit, "What... Uh, What do you mean Zaiden's spirit?"

Zaiden laughed hard, slapping a heavy hand onto his knee, doubling over a bit as he did so. Between bouts of the laughter, he added in, "She knows i am here! You're frakked! Give me up, and dont play dumb!"

Clearly sittinng with eyes on Zaiden for a while, Damien sighed, "Very well. Might i suggest, hit his Spirit with Light. Make it less... Dangerous." He concentrated for a moment then while Zaiden began to groan in pain, Damien bound his spirit to a small lugnut laying nearby.

"Its an imperfect binding. Keep it near, and do whatever you will with it quickly." He said, "And what for story do you want from me? A body perhaps? To say i held him in a cell, or found him on an excursion? Or did you mean cover story of some other nature?

[member="Ashin Karrde"]

 

[Ashin Varanin]

[member="Damien Daemon"]

"I'm not capable of conjuring Force Light anymore," said Ashin blandly, pocketing the nut. "But I have my methods."

Without visible indication, she began to chew away at the excess energy of Zaiden's spirit with Force Drain. A reminder, if he needed it, that she hadn't forgotten his betrayal any more than she'd forgotten what he'd been to her. She wasn't out to neutralize or dissipate him, just take a bite.

"The cover story isn't for him, it's for you, or rather for my work to improve your company's security footing." She folded her arms and did her level best not to display triumph. "I have a life, a job, another name, and I'll need a public reason to be in this system fairly frequently. New Habat University on Varunda Nine is encountering some regulatory barriers in trying to build a satellite campus here. I'd suggest acting to remove those barriers in one way or another."

 

[Matreya]

Damien watched Zaiden as the man began to tire, quickly. Unlike most, Damien heavily dealt with Force Drain for a time - it was his way of staying alive - so he knew what she was doing to the spirit. It did him little though, as no longer having the Spirit meant he was rid of the bastard.

"I can do that. My current partner isnt aware just yet, that paperwork has already been filed to remove him from the company, so i will have entire control once again." Damien said, then he gestured past her the way from which she came, "Please, lets continue this inside." At that he would lead her inside, past where Valashu would likely be coming ti meet him, and directly into the boardroom.

"So, my question is, what form of tips, assistance of other types, and all around advice would you have to offer for this project." Damien asked as he took a seat at the head of the long table, "I understand your request, and already am working toward rectifying it. The question for that is, should the campus be here on Kato'hala or back on Val'hala? Either one is fine with me. I doubt mt corporation would need the whole of the planet.

"Next, i would say, do you know any that might have a separate means of assisting? Maybe ships to provide, or arms, big ones? Of course this is not probono work, it will all be paid for.

"Another hassle will be keeping this planet from the spotlight, " Damien murmured thoughtfully, "I might have to set up a secret hyperspace line from here to distributors around the core worlds. Hire transport, pay for security, that sort." He began typing on a computer built into the table, firstly doing as he said and making note with the governing populace here, that he would OK the campus, then onto research into his own means.

At that point a voice cleared its throat, qnd Damien noticed Paxim gesturing toward a comscreen that showed firstly a man and woman, and then a small group at separate points.

"Send them in, please."

[member="Ashin Karrde"] [member="Serenity Loveheart"] [member="Ardgal Raxis"]

 

[Ultimatum]

Ultimatum had received a message, one that he had at first assumed was nothing more than a trick of some sort. As a leader of a fairly well known company, he was used to a long list of pretenders and false messages intended to gain money, access to his systems, or even perhaps steal his personal information. In order to avoid potential damage to his company, he generally only looked over the messages before destroying them. However, the various computer signatures seemed to point towards the authenticity of the message and its sender. Ultimatum decided to take advantage of potential. He ordered the Sovereignty to set course and Ultimatum turned his attention to predicting potential outcomes of the meeting.

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A short journey was all the droid needed before he arrived at the world. From there it was a matter of using the Forerunner to head to the surface. Being a single craft, Ultimatum should have been alone with his thoughts. Instead, Legion the III was speaking with his creator. While usually Ultimatum welcomed such distractions, at the moment he felt oddly haggard and simply wished to put himself into sleep mode, even ten seconds in defraging stages would probably help. Nonetheless he attempted desperately to follow along with his close friend.

"-have become aware of recent messages sent from within PF to an unknown recipient. I am certain there is a potential correlation with the attack at the Extinguisher testing and the resulting scene." Legion spoke with the basic speech, being more aware than Ultimatum thought that his master was weary.

"I agree, yes... If we could... find the sender of these messages, no doubt we could probably find the receiver... I would assume that there are already theories on who these mysterious duo are?"

"Of course sir, as you postulated there is a high probability that some form of mole is within our organization who has been sending messages to the Guide. Whether the messages are sent directly or through cut-outs though, I am less certain. If I have your leave, I would like to begin a detailed screening of our troops in an attempt to find this problem."

Even by so short a statement and request, Ultimatum felt overwhelmed and resorted to relistening to the short speech. With an attempt to cover his tired state he spoke a little quicker, "Go right ahead. I shall be landing soon, let me know what you find."

Legion smiled in thought before ending the transmission with a bow. The droid thought that his creator was working too hard since the Extinguisher incident. He had intentionally avoided speaking of that too much, the artificial being had obviously invested much emotional connection with that accident and it was a distraction that needed to be forgotten for the time being.

Ultimatum meanwhile shut himself down for a few seconds. With his main consciousness offline, the computers within his body thrummed to life and began working to save what memories were important, delete those that were not, and reorganize his mental structures to accommodate the changes. When he awoke a mere nine point eight three seconds later, Ultimatum felt refreshed and ready to meet with the sender of the message. The small fighter craft landed a ways off and Ultimatum stepped out and began walking towards the meeting place.

While he was somewhat concerned about being on a Sith world again, he hoped that it would not prove to damaging to his work. It was too large a galaxy to be fighting over such piddly little things like why he was on a specific world under a specific regime.

[member="Damien Daemon"]

 

[Natalie LaForte]

"Don't speak unless we tell you to"

In response, she snapped her jaws creating a biting like motion.

"Whenever you start giving your 10% we'll-.."

​"Enough. Whether or not we like each other, we're business partners, we're in this together for now."

"We're supposed to be going in now."

"Don't you bite at me you feral creature. I'll have you know I've been overpaying for the past couple of months for those stupid water bottles, don't you accuse me of business malpractice."

The group of five began to walk, Serenity and the Neimodian standing on opposite ends. "Go watch the ship, sis." With a sigh of relief, Carina, her sister, turned around and immediately headed back to the ship, she was not very good at these sort of discussions.

"So, nice weather on this pla-.."

"And just so-."

Giving him a deathly stare, the Muun looked down and the 4 now walked in silence, clearly heated tensions working against them right now. Finally approaching the meeting point, they took their seats, again, the Neimodian an Serenity sitting as far away from eachother as physically possible while waiting for the discussions to proceed.

[member="Ultimatum"] I [member="Damien Daemon"] I [member="Ashin Karrde"] I [member="Ardgal Raxis"] I [member="Matreya"]

 

[Ardgal Raxis]

Ardgal took his seat next to the pilot and strapped himself in, Virgil sat not too far from him, her harness latching in with a firm click shortly after his. He turned his head towards her with an amused smirk, "Yeah, it does."

Ardgal wished he could say his shuttle streaked across the dark of space with a gloriously smooth and inspiring ease, but instead it was a bit of a rattling, bumpy ride. The ship's after burners left a bit of a longer purplish haze in its wake of ionized matter that hinted at an out-of-tune deionizing regulator and Hyperactive thermalizer. The jolting shuttle made the ride rather bumpy, and entering atmosphere was even more unpleasant. If Ardgal wasn't so used to it by this point, it would have been tragically uncomfortable.

At last with an underwhelming groan of exhaustion the old shuttle settled on her landing props, exhaust steam pillowing out of her release valves like sighs of "I did my job now let me rest."

The loading ramp extended and the general strode down the durasteel surface, his boots clanking on it with every step. Behind him the honor guard of his 8 fellow Force-dead Godkillers followed, dressed in their T-slit Mando armor. The warrior stopped at the door giving his guards the sign to stay and wait. He didn't want this to look like some kind of hostile take over or something with too many armored bodies in one room. That would be awkward.

With his Cousin Virgil, clad head to toe in armor, by his side, Ardgal followed one of the lackeys or office gophers--or whatever this person's offical job title was--down the hall to the conference room.

"General Raxis," Ardgal said extending his gauntleted hand for any takers to shake, "This is my cousin, Virgil. Its an honor to do business with all of you."

When the formalities had been exchanged, Ardgal took his seat at the conference table, Virgil hovered behind him to his left like a waiting, loyal Strill in armor. The general took the datapad from his belt and set it on the table, opening it for calculations and notes.

[member="Serenity Loveheart"] I [member="Ultimatum"] I [member="Ashin Karrde"] I [member="Damien Daemon"]

 

[Ashin Varanin]

[member="Serenity Loveheart"] [member="Ardgal Raxis"] [member="Ultimatum"] [member="Damien Daemon"]

"So, my question is, what form of tips, assistance of other types, and all around advice would you have to offer for this project." Damien asked as he took a seat at the head of the long table, "I understand your request, and already am working toward rectifying it. The question for that is, should the campus be here on Kato'hala or back on Val'hala? Either one is fine with me. I doubt mt corporation would need the whole of the planet. "Next, i would say, do you know any that might have a separate means of assisting? Maybe ships to provide, or arms, big ones? Of course this is not probono work, it will all be paid for. "Another hassle will be keeping this planet from the spotlight, " Damien murmured thoughtfully, "I might have to set up a secret hyperspace line from here to distributors around the core worlds. Hire transport, pay for security, that sort." He began typing on a computer built into the table, firstly doing as he said and making note with the governing populace here, that he would OK the campus, then onto research into his own means. At that point a voice cleared its throat, and Damien noticed Paxim gesturing toward a comscreen that showed firstly a man and woman, and then a small group at separate points. "Send them in, please."

As Ashin gathered her thoughts, taking notes on her simple datapad, Daemon’s other guests began filing in. She hadn’t concealed her deep, cold presence in the Force when she’d arrived, and it was too late to do so now, but she didn’t recognize any of the new arrivals. She met their eyes briefly, half-smiled, and continuing taking silent notes that linked with Daemon’s company network for his review.

• Campus: Kato’hala
• Other potential local contributors to Merr-Sonn’s relocation and defense: Merr-Sonn needs transport ships for this, and the shipwrights of Varunda IX can build plenty of vessels up to frigate/bulk freighter scale. Weapons manufacturers: nothing comes to mind. You should visit Sor Yusan on Varada V and make contacts there.
• Secret hyperspace line: You could talk to Darell Irani of Iron Crown, one of the companies that built the Blood Trail. You could also talk to a small nonprofit on Bespin, Baobab Astrography, or possibly Silk Holdings, which built the Mara Corridor. Silk would probably be amenable: to get their Verkuyl bacta to market, they need to ship it down the Sanctuary Pipeline and through Alliance space.

 

[Matreya]

Damien saw words scrawling across his screen, read them, then returned with:

• Would you know who in particular i should contact for those? I believe Jorus Merrill runs Silk, unless I am incorrect. Someone said that once, so I am going with that. Would likely prefer a company I know than one I dont, but i dont need to.
  
  Anyome that can help me do this as quickly as possible, those are the first I wish to speak with.

Finally once more raising his eyes, Damien rose to offer each a hand to shake, respecting them for handling the offer put before them, "Pleasure to meet each of you. I am, as I believe you have gathered, Damien Daemon. I built the largest portions of Merr-Sonn, back before it was merged with the name. Back when it was James Armor Companies, and i wish to return to that feeling of... Safety.

"Hence you all being here." Gesturig over his shoulder, he motioned at Ashin, "This is an ally here for the same reasons as you all, though she neednt voice on matters we discuss, she might if she sees fit."

Damien tapped a button on the table before them all, and instantly a massive hologram showed a flowing list of dates, times, and people, "This is the list of times Merr, and JAC alike have been bombarded by beings seeking to hit other targets. Once or twice it was because they were attacking the planets, other times to steal secrets, once to attack myself." Damien said then leaned against the table, "I cant, if i am going to be successful, allow this to continue. I need defenses. I want to turn Kato'hala, into a massive planet built of defenses. I have much to offer, including planetary shielding, droids to act as police, and more. But in the end, it would always benefit to ask others for assistance.

"This is where you come in." Damien went silent to allow the others to speak.

[member="Ardgal Raxis"] [member="Ultimatum"] [member="Serenity Loveheart"] [member="Ashin Karrde"]

 

[Natalie LaForte]

The Neimodian apart of their group began to speak.

"I offer my condolences, Mister Daemon. I have with me the leading members of our Director board, along with our COO, Miss LaForte." His tone changed completely, not wanting to look rude infront of those around. "At the IMF we are very much concerned with the production of droids, that being, security included. Although I have no models with me to showcase, I can assure you we understand your concerns."

"Indeed, I'm sure you are not interested in specifics, however this situation is something we are yet to solve ourselves. Turning a planet into a defensive complex can be a difficult undertaking, however, I'm sure we can discuss, possibly even finalize, new systems which would be useful for such a task; although, it would be useful if you could go into more detail, our primary production factory located on Mygeeto is more than equipped to produce a variety of machines capable of fulfilling these needs."

"This would come at a price."

Then, the Neimodian and Vorzydiak spoke in unison. "Of course."

They sat down, then allowing Serenity to speak.

"I'm Natalie LaForte, Chief Operating Officer of the Intergalactic Monetary fund. If you have any questions during the proceedings, please, do not hesitate to ask myself or my colleagues." Offering a handshake to those not apart of her group.

[member="Damien Daemon"] I [member="Ashin Karrde"] I [member="Ardgal Raxis"] I [member="Ultimatum"] I

 

[Ardgal Raxis]

Ardgal's left hand tapped across the surface of his screen, taking notes on the processions. All of this was lovely in due kind, and it was a wonderful thing to have hardware on hand like shields, anti-bombardment turrets and the like. Hell, Ardgal knew he needed to diversify and start making or investing in his own. He added that to his growing list of things to do, purchase, and otherwise obtain. It was a long, growing list.

"Sounds to me like we have a working establishment already in place of wonderful proportions," the Mandalorian said with a polite nod of his head, "I would like to add in place where I believe I come in. We have a beautiful set of collaborations in place here already, it seems to me," he said motioning to the lady with her convoy of aliens and the quite lady on her device, "RMIA is more than happy to partake in these plans. Our specialty, I am sure you know is the training of troops, the creation of armies, and overland warfare."

It was a niche market, but Ardgal liked to think that he was pretty good at it... I mean, he was still alive after all.

He tapped the screen of his datapad, pulling up a series of black-on-black files, the type of thing you usually found in Urban legends and conspiracy theories. He slid the device over to Damien's side of the table, "A few samples of our finest, sir. The Godkillers. While I am very attached to these units personally, RMIA would be more than glad to supply you with troops, both of the biot variety if you desire and of the more conventional." He took the datapad back from Damien when the man had finished with his appraisal, "all I will need is your personal specifications for these units since they are grown to order."

[member="Serenity Loveheart"] I [member="Damien Daemon"] I [member="Ashin Karrde"] I [member="Ultimatum"]

 

[Ultimatum]

Ultimatum felt some small degree of inadequacy as he listened quietly to the other manufacturers advertise their abilities. The droid would have readily admitted that his company was hardly unique in its purposes, though he liked to believe it was capable of producing unique wares. He was gladdened to hear that defenses were the focus of this request, for LOOM had almost solely produced such at this point. His plans far exceeded the capabilities of his humble company, but that did not stop him from working as best he could to build that which he needed.

The other appeared to be able to offer exceedingly powerful inventions and Ultimatum was uncertain if he could match the competition. At the same time, the artificial had never truly pushed his company to its limits. He had worked mostly within his realm of planning, taking each step and expanding. Of course Ultimatum wished to expand quickly, who would want otherwise? Yet at the same time, the droid understood that accelerated growth often opened the realm of unforeseen flaws and that was something far worse than only slowly expanding.

Realizing that the others had taken their turn and that now it was his, the droid smiled as he took to speaking, as was expected that short period of rest had been exactly what he needed to prepare him for this, "LOOM is ready to work within what parameters you determine, collaboration is well within our capability. As for potential works, LOOM has created several craft and weapons for the purpose of self-defense. One of the main focuses of LOOM as yet is the automation of systems. For example, you stated that you wished to create a planet of defense, a planetary fortress if you will, the key to ensuring that your people are not constantly having to maintain the weapons and defenses is to automate the entire system."

The concept Ultimatum had in mind was originally for a city world, specifically Coruscant. He had been planning on turning all of the essential services such as plumbing, power service, and maintenance among other things. The plan was just one more shelved project that Ultimatum knew would be nigh impossible without extra support. This was a good opportunity to test out the theories in a practical manner. That was assuming that his work was accepted at all.

"In coordination with the others present it could be possible to make the defenses of the planet run almost entirely by themselves, freeing up what people you have here to continue work in other areas. The process would require cooperation from all manufacturers involved in the process so that the designs may be equally taken advantage of." With his portion completed, short though it was, Ultimatum gave a short nod.

[member="Damien Daemon"] [member="Serenity Loveheart"] [member="Ardgal Raxis"] [member="Ashin Karrde"]