Private The Vortex Accord

[Adrikobe Kellrule]

The violent winds and harsh weather conditions on Vortex would dissuade most from ever willingly venturing there, hence why it was exactly the right place for a meeting that someone didn't want getting out.
Given the sheer strength of the winds, which struck with the force of a hurricane, communication on and off world was quite the annoyance. This was perfect for naturally masking an individual's presence.

Adrikobe stood outside a hidden bunker, an old operating base for the Ryn Network.

Using his electrobinoculars, he observed the skies for his guests who were soon bound to arrive. He'd made sure they got the coordinates, having discretely messaged them during his Gala many rotations prior.
The use of electrobinoculars was practically necessary, given the range of visibility had been drastically reduced because of the storm.

He was dressed for the environment, wearing a thick coat with fur insulation. The wind chill from the planet's polar ice caps was horrible this time of year, and would easily risk frostbite to anyone who didn't know what they were doing.

Right on cue, Adrikobe saw a ship pierce through the thick clouds above. His guests had made it.

Retrieving a strobe light, he helped to give them an area to land in within the general vicinity of the bunker.

Diarch Reign Diarch Rellik

 

[Diarch Rellik]

Cloak

The shuttle's repulsors threw up waves of snow and ice as it settled near the strobe. From its hold emerged the Diarch, his form wrapped in the heavy folds of his cloak. The fabric clung close against the storm, its weave humming faintly with hidden power, shielding him from the biting wind and flooding him with a steady warmth.

Where Adrikobe wore his furs like a man battling the elements, Rellik moved with the ease of one untouched by them. The storm lashed around him, but he advanced as though it were no more than a heavy curtain drawn aside at his passing. The cloak of his father keeping the elements off of him and its volcanic leather keeping him warm.

His golden eyes found Adrikobe through the flurry, their gleam steady, unbroken. He offered a warm nod of recognition as he closed the distance.

"You are a man of foresight, this world will make nice grounds for this meeting." Rellik said, voice even, carrying over the gale with uncanny clarity.

He drew nearer, the cloak tightening around him like the wings of some great bird, heat shimmering faintly at its edges. His tone lowered, not for secrecy, but for weight.

"You said you had something that could benefit me greatly, Adrikobe. Here I am."

Adrikobe Kellrule

 

[Adrikobe Kellrule]

"I don't require visions to plan my meetings." He jested, at his first comment.

"Something that will benefit us greatly." He corrected with a bit of subtle sharpness not expected from one currently facing down with a much stronger being, like a lonely cricket standing against a proud tiger.

"Let's get inside, not even you can handle Vortex's deadliest storms, as much as I'd like to see you try." He jested wryly once more, before turning to the bunker. He approached the small hatch on the ground, twisting it open. He lifted the hatch, graciously holding it for his company, before descending.

The bunker wasn't in the greatest of shape, but, it didn't exactly need to be either.

Adrikobe turned on a lantern, which partially illuminated the dark chamber. He then approached the old circuit breaker, messing with it for a few moments, before managing to get the lights on.

He turned back to his present company, "Let's sit." he stated, motioning to the table at the center of the room.
Sitting, Adrikobe took the floor, speaking as if he were addressing a convening body:

"We share common enemies, even if it may not yet seem like it. The Empire threatens both my assets and your very future, the Mandalorians control a plentiful amount of resources I wish to exploit and contest your expansion, the Galactic Alliance taxes me and halts your conquest,"
He paused, briefly. "I believe you get the idea."

"I wish to strike an accord, an agreement for our mutual benefit. I can provide you with a cheap manufacturing base and easy access to supplies with which to build up your army and naval capacity. In exchange, you cease to tax my business operations within your space, and help me retain my Independence."

Allowing his present company to absorb what he was saying, Adrikobe remained silent for a few moments, before continuing with:

"Beyond merely a material advantage, I find myself rather drawn to your ideology. If we were to cooperate, I believe the Diarchy would have the potential to shape the course of Galactic history."

Realizing his tone sounded rather boastful, Adrikobe clarified:

"My intention is not to be hyperbolic, nor goad you into accepting, I simply believe our pooled resources and visions offer the Galaxy the best chance its had in generations. It's time that we wipe away the old to make way for the new, so to speak?"

Diarch Reign Diarch Rellik