Private Umbrella

[Her]

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"The N&Z Section C is essentially the shadow of the N&Z Umbrella Corporation, a reorganized and restructured division within the company which has built its shady reputation within the very whispers of the N&Z's locations..."
-- Excerpts of a description describing the N&Z: Section C.

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Tag: The Lord of Hunger

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' Umbrella '
A story about the N&Z Umbrella Corporation set in an undisclosed location, at an undefined time . . .

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The main shaft was large, elongated, and had that sterile, artificial smell that burned the nose and assaulted the senses. A main light, situated atop the turbolift, served as the source of illumination in this dark place and bathed Her in a shadow that stretched a long way across the expanse. A fitting metaphor for what had befallen the Outer Rim systems since they begun to conspire together. There were smaller, less powerful light sources dotted all across the structure which you could find here or there for all the eye to see. They appeared to shine a luminescence somewhere between yellow and green that blinked in and out of focus. Her knew better than that, however.

The strange colouration came about from the reflection of the inner tanks and the amalgamation of chemicals that were bound together in some gelatinous, liquid compensation designed to keep the hosts within from degradation. They say the average Human can begin to decompose within a matter of hours after death. This was a fate that Her would rather welcome for themselves then what befell the array of people that she had fed into the murky, convoluted corners of the great Nargath and Zanareth ' Umbrella ' Corporation.

Section C some knew it as.

Amid the burning smell of cleansers designed to keep the area clean and sterile (in order to prevent the outbreak or spread of infection) Her released a plume of smoke into the air as she exhaled audibly. She admired the haze of gas as it dispersed quickly and was absorbed by the overheard air scrubbers that whirred quietly in a low pitch, droning sound. Lowering their arm to hang over the railing Her knocked the build up of ash from the end of the stub and held the lit cigarette between two fingers as she waited for the Man Behind The Curtain to rendezvous with them under the cover of the facility to continue their plot together against the Star Ways itself.

Those crimson, calculative eyes were starring into the expanse below and, in spite of herself, Her did not want to look away from the abyss.

It has been three years since the Sartinaynian Crisis, and yet, the conspiracy endured so long as Her continued to live...

...and so long as the man behind Umbrella allowed it so.
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[The Lord of Hunger]

LOCATION: ???
OBJECTIVE: ???
IMPORTANT LINKS: Sword #1 | Sword #2 | Armor | Jewel | Ring | Necklace | Gauntlet | DIII Gluttoneria | The guards | KRONOS
TAG: Her

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The last time they had even been in eachother's vicinity had been at the height of the Imperial Confederation's power, but even then, they had different agendas, different methods and different opinions. it was always to be expected that the machinations of two people with different agendas would clash every so often. While the Lord of Hunger did not dislike the chaos some of this particular associate brought to the fore, that same unpredictable nature also caused a great deal of headaches and quick interventions, putting her unpredictability narry at the same level as Marlon Sularen's impulsivity.

Still, so far... all her plans, no matter said aforemention unpredictability had brought only favor to the monstrous man's own designs. With every moment of Chaos she had wrought, the abomination within the force had managed to turn what looked like an abject failure or utter defeat into a moment of learning, of introspection or simply into a means to gain more power. Two invasions she had created and orchestrated, two invasions in which no plan was made and the war was lost, but twice in a row, there were spoils to be had for the Lord of Hunger. After all, by having revealed himself twice to the ruling class of the Sith, he had managed to gain their attention, by defying them successfully, he had gained their note and their ire and with the predictable nature of his nephew, the dissolution of the Nargath House was drawing ever closer, meaning that the most senior member of said house would gain control over the N&Z... there would be no better time to once again reveal himself in full to the galaxy. Though first... She would be meeting him, She would see what she had wrought upon the galaxy, what She and her unpredictability had managed to mask and veil from this useless reality...

He is coming​

The air stiffened, a ripple seemed to go throughout the very bonds holding the molecules together, as space itself seemed to start to tear itself apart, a black miasma leaking into the space in which Her was waiting. The foul green energy of unlife, the darkness of dread and the shadows of dreams pushing aside the air, while a man... not a monster, not an armored behemoth, but a man stepped through this treason against all theories of relativity, this affront to the laws of the galaxy. Dressed in a fine silken white suit, wearing the finest leather boots and gloves with electrum adornments, a cape with many an aurodium and electrum threading and detailing waving behind him, this individual's very arrival dripped with power, a feeling which could not be denied nor disavowed. What came through this portal, was so much more than what she had seen last, the depth within the force was more vast, enormously so, the refinement of his power so much more brilliant, but at the same time, behind all the veneeer, behind the mask of beauty and attractiveness, behind the unnaturally vibrant eyes of gold and crimson, there was still the abomination, the monster ever so strong, ever so hungry and ever so willing to devour everything in its path.

"You requested my presence...child," The voice of the man was strong, domineering, not persay deep, but honed and toned to nigh perfection, an example of utilizing pitch and tonality to show superiority through sound. "You must truly be desperate if you do not simply relay your desires and designs through Amalia... do enlighten me... why have you requested my presence?"

 

[Her]

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Tag: The Lord of Hunger

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"You must truly be desperate if you do not simply relay your desires and designs through Amalia... do enlighten me... why have you requested my presence?"

"I do not like Amalia," Her admitted to L.O.H. "In time I hope to never have to interact with that woman ever again."

There was an animosity when it came to Amalia Visconti | Mira Rhory . Her knew why. It all stemmed from two decisions that would permanently damage the working relationship between Umbrella's C.E.O and Section C's saboteur.

When the Imperial Corrections Directorate made their move to secure the Mahporeem stations set up in liaison with the Mandalorian Empire, Visconti had made efforts to procure her own corporate interests (on the behalf of Umbrella) which were in opposition to the politics that Her practiced during the height of the Imperial Confederation and that did not sit right with the Rule of Two at all. No doubt the effort to procure business with the Mandalorian's stemmed from the man that Her was meeting with tonight (as everything involving the N&Z stemmed from his machinations) and yet Visconti was the proverbial fall guy when it came to the debacle concerning the incident during the Mandalorian-Confederation conference as it pertained to the future working relationship between Umbrella and Her.

Perhaps that was why L.O.H made Visconti the face of his company.

To take the brunt of it while he worked from behind-the-scenes.

There were advantages to such a dichotomy, Her would quietly admit.

Either way Umbrella's face required a good punch, Her summarized. It should have become immediately apparent that business with the Mandalorian contingent was impossible for the N&Z to pursue after it became clear that their leader was in the back-pocket of the Sith Empress, and yet, Visconti nevertheless made a considerable effort to maintain the company's corporate interests with the Mandalorian's after it became clear that Imperial politics took precedence over any contracts or business dealings which Umbrella had quietly negotiated without Her knowing about it. As she thought about Visconti, Her quietly noted to themselves that further inquires about Umbrella's ties to the Mandalorian Empire were required.

"We will see what the future holds for my continued employment in Umbrella by the end of tonight, won't we?" Her muttered as she took one last toke on the cigarette and then dropped it over the railing. She made an effort not to exhale in L.O.H's direction as she turned mindful that a plume of smoke being blown in anyone's direction was as disrespectful as it could get. Respect was a fine line with it came to dealing with this man, Her knew. In retrospect she had, perhaps, stepped over the line when it came to dealing with the person being Umbrella's curtain over the past three years. Certainly, there was no doubt that the loss of the Diarchy, in particular, had been damaging to his company's portfolio in recent times.

Her quietly guessed that if L.O.H ever found out about who was really behind the Yaga Minor conflict then this meeting wouldn't be happening at all as she thought about it.

She would be dead, in actuality.

So many secrets, so many lies. One day it would all come toppling down on them all.

As Her laid their crimson eyes upon L.O.H she did well not to gasp in disgust. Gone was the old, frail thing which revealed itself in the midst of the Sartinaynian Crisis. As Umbrella grew it's corporate, economic, and political interests across the Outer Rim Territories (over the past three years) L.O.H had also grown stronger and more powerful than ever before. Another sin to join the others that would keep Her awake she quietly feared to themselves.

"It is good to see you again," Her lied to L.O.H as she approached him.

Gingerly leaning upwards towards his face, Her pecked L.O.H gently on either cheek before moving away to turn their back towards him. It was Ayra who had taught her apprentice about the dynamics of a power-play as it pertained towards the accumulation of power. With your back turned to your associates, rivals, or adversaries, a Sith Lord inspires in others the idea that they hold no fear or feel no threat as it came to those who worked for them, or with them, particularly, when you already hold all their secrets and know all of the threads that taught you how to pull them around to your machinations, and bend them to your whims.

But in truth Her needed to turn their back to L.O.H for another, far weaker reason. It was the same familiar feeling that she had felt from the moment they first met, in person, in the Ghost Nebulae. This man disgusted Her in a way that only one other had inspired in them, and like Him, Her needed to hide their feelings albeit for different reasons. It was in the Jedi in them, Her feared. The girl that she had been before the fall and who would have never joined sides with such a man. Sacrifices were, however, a necessary component as it pertained to revenge.

"Forgive me," Her managed to exclaim while trying not to stammer. "We have much to discuss and I have come along way from Enarc. Somethings have to be said in person..."

It was a vain attempt to deceive L.O.H, however. He must know by now how this unpredictable, enigmatic woman truly felt about him after all these years of conspiring together.

"I am here to facilitate the acquisition of an outfit located in the Mid Rim systems," Her revealed as she regained their composure. "This new avenue of commerce should be of interest to Umbrella. I shall endeavour to continue supplying opportunities to the company..."

Yes, the Empire of the Lost, the Diarchy, and the Imperial Confederation had all fallen. Yet, Umbrella remained in the ashes. Three years ago this company had been on the fringes of the economic, corporate, and political scene as it pertained to the Outer Rim Territories. Then one fateful meeting with Alicia Drey had changed all of that. Wherever Her had moved, plotted and ultimately paved the way towards significant upheaval across Imperial, Diarchy and Sith space, the N&Z had followed to swoop in and burrow their way into influence, control, and ultimately, corporate power.

This dichotomy continued to serve Umbrella well. Now another path would open for the company to take, and like before, Her was their blunt instrument designed to take them inwards, and where L.O.H would supplant the tendrils to burrow deep into the dirt where no Jedi could ever, truly eradicate the shadow set to grow in the High Republic.

It was as Ayra had taught their apprentice: "Through destruction, I breed creation."

Three years of conspiracy had created a powerful, corporate machine, and yet there was still more places to grow, Her knew.

"I will facilitate the acquisition of the Tarsai Vigil on the behalf of Umbrella," Her told L.O.H with their back still turned.

The less she saw of the man, the better.

"This new subsidiary and it's operations will open up the Mid Rim systems for Umbrella to expand and move into. According to my analysis, the Imperial remnants will remain an insignificant power, as it pertains to galactic politics and economics, for the next financial quarter. Certainly, Sularen and his Final Dawn will be a slow thing. Mahporeem will, I think, will be a small player as well... The High Republic, however, are not a spent force."

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[The Lord of Hunger]

LOCATION: ???
OBJECTIVE: ???
IMPORTANT LINKS: Sword #1 | Sword #2 | Armor | Jewel | Ring | Necklace | Gauntlet | DIII Gluttoneria | The guards | KRONOS
TAG: Her

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His eyes slowly moved as the requestée planted a peck on each of his cheeks, his eyelids closing ever so slightly as to discern what she was planning, yet when she turned her back to Him, the Lord of Hunger understood. It was her modus operandi after all; to lull her compatriots, to veil their senses and their minds with a sense of ease. Many of her victims had been played accordingly, by her mysterious and hard to ascertain demeanor, Her nigh impossibly to predict next move. It made her deadly and dangerous, but she seemed smart as well, He knew she had a certain degree of disgust for what he was, perhaps even moreso for what he represented, as just like her, His own motives, His own designs were convoluted, complex and hard to decipher, which despite the more linear approach he took, must've been the only reason she had yet to try and stab her lightsaber in his own back.

"Spare me the euphemisms and sidetracking, child," The monster looked down upon the woman's back, a moment he wondered how she'd act, how she'd be more useful to him if she were to become part of his Children of C program. If not for Her, He could still hunt down the one who did call herself this one's master, each of them had potential, each of them had managed to dig and grow roots in organizations which had some use in the grand scheme, the web of intricacies the Lord of Hunger had been spinning. Yet his head moved from side to side, shaking off that thought for now, as such an act would inevitably lower her individuality and her knack for throwing wrenches in any plan which stood opposite to her own. It had always seemed better to simply utilize her actions and draw favors out of the consequences of said actions.

"A new avenue of commerce could be interesting," Holding one of his gloved hands under his perfectly chiseled chin, the Monster looked up and seemed to think about the possibilities.

"Aren't the Tarsai Vigil already part of your operational web within the High Republic?" A hum escaped the man's lips, a sign that he was at the very least interested in what She was proposing, or at least hinting at, as He did expect some sort of proposition to be made anyway. "The Five Veils if I recall...hmm, it does have some merrit to compound some of our operations within the High Republic, I may have the perfect connection within their political system."

Taking a step closer to Her, standing close enough for him to be able to calmly place his right hand upon her right shoulder, He leaned in as his fingers began to grip tighter. "The mandalorian cuck up, the brosi campaigns, the failed attempt to create a schism between the Sith and their subservient allies... Your ambition is noticeable on all fronts, but be careful not to burn yourself onthe flames of desire."