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Planetary Takeover: Boddhisattva

Post by Tavish McFini » 2012-08-07 04:51

OPERATION: Boddhisattva

Briefing:
"The world of Melida/Dann used to be engulfed in a civil war for centuries until a combination of efforts through the Galactic Senate of the Old Republic, an idealist group called the Young and Obi-Wan Kenobi worked to finally end the civil war and allow the Melida and Daan factions settle their differences.

"This world, despite being at peace for decades now, still maintains their large scale weapons manufacture, except instead of turning the guns on each other, they're selling them wholesale, mostly to various groups in the Outer Rim and to the rest of the Galaxy in general, but they profit the most from the various groups, and worlds, out here.

"Because their civil war was limited to the planet itself, this world is surprisingly well equipped to hold off even a modest invasion though they do lack planetary shields, hundreds of localized theatre shields exist, protecting key bases, facilities and even cities. Most of their lasers and large scale weapons are limited to turbolaser towers of the intermediate scale, anti-starfighter platforms and the like. There are no planetary scale turbolasers or ion cannons to speak of. They also do not possess much of a spacefaring fleet, mostly exploratory ships and a couple XQ-class space stations, enough to keep the unsavory elements of the Outer Rim from wasting their time and resources on raiding the world.

"The mission itself is fairly broad in scope. Ultimately, the objective is the complete take over of this world. How you accomplish that feat is largely up to you. The ISIS has gathered a lot of useful intel which may help you decide on a course of action.

Good luck, and may the Force be with you."


Intel:

Melida/Daan - A world that had been locked in a civil war for centuries, the two different tribes unable to even decide on a name for the world. The Galactic Senate of the Old Republic stepped in and used Melida and Daan separated by a slash. After a unification effort by the Young and Jedi Knight Obi-Wan Kenobi, the world has started to thrive, the weapons, vehicles and starfighters produced during their eons long war now the major pillar of their global economy as the real civil war in the rest of the galaxy carries on. This world bears no ties with either the Federation nor the New Republic though they were nominally part of the Old Republic and hence with the old Empire, but with it since dissolved, they've probably forgotten that fact.

Melida - One of the two tribes of people on the world of Melida/Daan. They are humans governed by the Melida Council which makes up the governing body of this tribe. Little else is known about them.

Daan - The other tribe of Melida/Daan, they are likewise governed by the Daan Council. A human species, the Daan were seen in the eyes of the Melida as feral beasts.

The Young - A group of children and adolescents who opposed the civil war that tore their homeworld apart. Many in the Young were orphans. They maintain their bases in the sewers in many cities of Melida/Daan, most notably the capital of Zehava. They had achieved their goal of ending the civil war between the Melida and Daan but ended up sparking another one as the Young grew power-hungry, the Young-Elder war beginning. It was only through the sacrifice of one of their leaders and the help of Obi-Wan Kenobi that this war was brought to a swift conclusion.

Zehava - The capital city of Melida/Daan, as part of the peace accords signed, this is the only truly neutral city on Melida/Daan though one can easily discern the Melida side from the Daan side, a central road called Peace Lane running North-South down the entire center of the city serves as an unofficial border. It's clear tensions between the two tribes are not wholly gone, the peace uneasy but they do associate with one another. At the center of this city is the Halls of Evidence, a holy site of sorts.

Halls of Evidence - A war shrine and mausoleum of sorts that serves to remember the lives lost during the long war. Filled with holograms, ashes and other momentous to remember the dead, the Halls of Evidence was partially destroyed by an idealist in the Young, which perpetuated the Young-Elder war. After that war was brought to an end, reconstruction efforts were started and the Halls of Evidence now serves as the chief government center for the world.

Primary Objectives:
  1. Take over the world of Melida/Daan.
Secondary Objectives:
  1. Several key figures in the Young seem to think the New Imperial Federation is an evil entity and will attempt to sway the ruling councils to resist any diplomatic efforts. They must be taken out.
  2. Minimize damage to the infrastructure to the world of Melida/Daan. They possess many factories and could prove instrumental in helping supply the Federation with weapons, vehicles and other instruments of war.
NIF Resources:
  • 1 Warhammer-class Star Destroyer Presentable
  • 3 ISDs
  • 15 Vanguards
  • 15 DP-20s
  • 3 Lancers
Plus any duty assignment ships for naval officers who wish to bring their own but don't have one part of the list given above. For characters who command anything in the cruiser realm or higher, please bear in mind I will scale enemy resources up in an exponential fashion to cope with additional ships above frigate size (for example, if you bring a frigate, I may add an extra enemy frigate to the original response mix where as if you bring a cruiser, I may add two extra enemy cruisers to the original response mix. ;) )

ISIS Notes:
"There are a number of ways we could tackle the objectives here. Obviously a show of military might as per usual Federation modus operandi would conquer the world. Initial estimates show that both sides have roughly the same number of troops, starfighters, bombers- both of which are mostly atmospheric based- vehicles and bases. Taken individually, each side would be an annoyance, but combined, they would be quite formidable.

"Another option for those of a more military bent, and those who enjoy a little subterfuge, would be to rekindle the civil war, pick a side and help them win. They fought for centuries and both sides had their equal share of victories and defeat which goes to show the Melida and Daan are evenly matched.

"For those of a more diplomatic inclination, we could simply try to convince them to join the Federation fold. They have a smattering of knowledge about galactic affairs but most of the events since the Empire's fall to the New Republic is shrouded in rumour and mystery for them. The Young, however, do a much better job at staying on top of the far reaching politics and are, largely, against any idea of joining the Federation- planet busting tends to give you a black mark next to your name. This hasn't been made public yet but I suspect it will very soon once we open lines of communication with them so these kids will need to be silenced before hand.

"Also, don't discount the New Republic coming to stick their nose into this. If they do, remember, appearance is everything."


OOC Notes:
Trying something a wee bit different here. I know open ended SMs have historically fell flat on their face in the past, but, I'm genuinely not sure what sort of player base we have any more so I didn't want to design the mission focused on one particular path or idea but rather offer a branch of options.

Communicate amongst yourselves and reach a consensus regarding the path to take. Obviously the first two are of a more militaristic bent though the third one has the potential to be too, depending if the NR decide to see what we're up to or not. If you folks turn out to be deadlocked and can't come to a decision, I'll post oppo to... I guess force you down the beaten trail again ;)
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Re: Planetary Takeover: Boddhisattva

Post by Ryan Korr » 2012-08-07 10:35

Demetrios Gavril sat with his own, private war council. Namely, himself, his XO Dirk, and an ISIS agent who simply went as "Lynch." They had just finished agreeing that the diplomatic course must obviously be the road first traveled, but none wanted to be without a backup plan. Gavril's cold blue eyes looked between Dirk and Lynch.

Gavril began in his usual matter-of-fact, Imperial accent, "So we are agreed then, an agent must be placed within the diplomatic delegation sent to Melida/Dann as a precautionary measure against diplomatic failure. Agent Lynch, you are the present expert on political subterfuge. Do you have any suggestions on who the agent might be?"

The ISIS Agent quirked one side of his mouth up in a grin. "You mean do I know anyone who could start a fight? Sure. But this particular situation needs some with a little more, uh, insidiousness. We need someone who can act the part. Someone who will enjoy it too."

"A provocateur," said Gavril, nodding.

Dirk rolled his eyes, "alright, could we skip to the punch line here?"

"Well," replied Lynch, "There's a certain former mercenary the Bureau has been keeping an eye on."

"Former mercenary? What does he do now?" asked Dirk.

"Cause trouble."



Ryan Korr never turned down an opportunity to throw an entire planet into chaos. But he now asked himself why he was willing to do this. Not for money. Not as a mercenary any longer, but as a Dark Jedi - albeit one on the very fringe of the Federation. Why? Because the status quo needed to be adjusted. People needed to learn what true suffering meant. Only then could their eyes be opened to the truth. Upsetting the balance of power gave a chance for the naturally gifted to assume their proper place. People might die. Innocent people. But Ryan would not have killed them. Their fellow Melidans and Danns would see to that.

Placed as an Aide within the Diplomatic Delegation, Ryan would have to meet with a number of dignitaries. His job would be to do what he always did: find where they were emotionally invested... and exploit it. First, however, came a meeting with the other members of the assembly. His identification card showed a picture of a smiling Ryan. It read "Ryan Korr - Federation Aide." No need for aliases. He swiped it across the door and it beeped gently. The door hissed open. In a grey suit with gold buttons and scrollwork on the arms and high collar, Ryan entered the Federation meeting room. Ryan's hands were in his pockets and his green eyes roved the room, a strange light in them.

"Hi."
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Re: Planetary Takeover: Boddhisattva

Post by Kyle Morrison » 2012-08-07 18:23

Looking down at the briefing report, Kyle did his best not to scowl at the intel he had on the situation; Republic involvement had ramped up from 'probable' to 'expected'...just the thing to start the day.  Next, he fancied they were going to tell him to expect thay blighted station from the last assignment, parking in his face and dictating to him whether or not he was allowed to act...or worse, the enemy commander who had bested him there.  Well, if it did happen that way, there would be little he could do other than to plan around it, and Kyle was always willing to plan, even for the most unfortunate and unlikely of scenarios.  Indeed, such is what he'd been doing, more or less, for the past few hours...just himself, Azra, and the woman whose beauty and wit wore away so effortlessly at his resolve, Inquisitor Vhal.  Gavril had been in on the planning earlier, but Kyle could understand the man leaving to handle other matters...it was natural for men such as them to have other concerns to occupy their time.

Shaking his head, he stood up from his desk, a near-silent sigh ushering from his lips.  Today, he knew, was going to be Hell; he could feel it in his bones, gnawing at them and chilling him to their very marrow.  It seemed odd, he reflected to himself, that he surrounded himself more and more frequently with powerful women...though it was something that didn't strike him as peculiar so much for peculiarity's sake as for the nature of how others perceived it.  He was not, however, worried enough to change his mind about the entire ordeal, and would instead have both on-planet in some capacity.  Doubtless, he fancied that Vhal would have loved anything else more, anything else in an entire sea of postings, but she was the sharpest mind he could find, and the insight would prove invaluable.  He needed her at his side for this, he was sure of it.  Azra, on the other hand...

...she had her own task, extremely delicate in nature, for which he had selected solely her.  Peace and prosperity, after all, had to be all-inclusive, or it was little more than a lie spun by men who spoke big in public for their own benefit.  These...Young, for all their blustering hate and loathing of the Federation, did not strike the commodore as completely lost, but sending anything less than a trained Dark Jedi was too much of a gamble.

The door that led to the gathering hall opened, and Kyle walked in calmly, his dress uniform pressed and perfectly immaculate.  Waiting inside, the diplomatic delegation was all in attendance, each and every member the picture of Imperial regality, even down to the honor guard that stood with them.  Still maintaining the calm that had been his guide when he entered the room, Kyle went up and down the line, assessing each and every member of the group.   It was in the middle of this assessment that the door opened behind him, and another agent walked in...someone he had personally never before seen.  Probably Gavril's man, he thought to himself, wincing once, ever so slightly, at the glowing green of Ryan's eyes.  For all the galaxy, they reminded him of when he had first met Thess, the woman who had back then been such a nightmare amassed in flesh and blood...a wraith, given shape.  Ryan seemed to him to be just the same, almost.

"I trust," he began, eyeing Ryan calmly, his own blue eyes shimmerimg with a flag officer's confidence as he spoke, "that you will conduct yourself as befitting a proud Imperial officer and a proper diplomatic guest...yes, Mister Korr?"  The commodore waited patiently for an answer, though he did not wait terribly long...clearly, the fact that the man had arrived late and said nothing more than a simple greeting in response to this delay was...irritating him.  Additionally, there was the sense, from the sound of his voice, that he was in no mood for bullshit or argument.

Calmly, he turned to address the entire assembled group, and the look that had been on his face turned into a smile.  "Today is a historic day, everyone...we act today to welcome this world into the Federation, in its entirety...or as much as will welcome the Empire's glory into their lives."

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Re: Planetary Takeover: Boddhisattva

Post by Crystala Endivain » 2012-08-07 19:11

Amberly regarded Ryan with a polite nod. The man had become something of a priority figure for the Inquisition to watch since the Midsummer Imperial Ball, the Grand Inquisitor and Director General more than a little ticked at the man and his haughty, arrogant attitude and contempt he seemed to carry about him in dealings with most of the beings in the galaxy. The fact that this man was also under the tutelage of Syren Wyssholt only made matters more... interesting. If nothing else, Ryan had unwittingly served as useful bait to draw the Dark Jedi Master out of whatever hole she crawled into and back on the NIF's scope.

She could sense the tension in the room increase visibly, and no doubt Ryan would sense it as well, even with his burgeoning, underdeveloped powers. Looking at the holo of Melida/Daan, she quickly gave the group a rundown of the latest intel gathered from the- admittedly few- agents on the world. "The latest news I have for everyone here is this: the two sides are currently working out a settlement over a large swath of land located on the third largest island in the southern hemisphere. Apparently there seems to exist rich mineral deposits there but, during the fighting, the island was of little tactical value to anyone so it was never really claimed by either side, at least, it was never fought over. There's still some uncertainty as to which side actually claimed it first so the various leaders and delegations are intending to come to a mutual agreement."

Glancing at the others, she added coyly, "As for the minerals discovered, mostly iron ore which would give them yet another pool of raw resources for their weapon manufacturing facilities. Naturally, both sides want as much of the stakes as possible and because the island is mostly mountainous terrain, finding equitable dividing lines that will give both sides an equal share will be difficult, especially as test holes have been inconsistent at best across the island." Amberly had no doubt the greed of both sides had the potential to rekindle the civil war again, unless the NIF stepped in first and enforced their rule. Maybe convince both sides to put aside their petty differences for the greater good of the Federation and all that political sweet talk. By the Force how I hate politics.

The holo shifted to another area, deep in Melida territory. "Beyond that, recon drones sent a week prior have detected a large construction effort here. We're not entirely sure what it is they're building though analysts believe it has the making of a planetary shield generator. If this is true, than it could effectively cut off half of this world from entry via any route but ground, through Daan territory and it would also encapsulate several major Daan cities and cut them off from any air support. If you're thinking the same thing I am, I think whatever peace they negotiated is either a facade while both sides work on rearming and stockpiling, or a secret group within the Melida ranks are planning to capitalize on the peace.

"If Daan is working on a secret project of their own, we've yet to find it..."
She grimaced just a little, adding slyly, "Though it's doubtful that group of savages has the technical knowledge or tactical foresight to really be able to produce a project of such magnitude." Amberly shrugged, hardly concerned if people thought her comment was racist. The truth hurt and so far, all the evidence showed that the tribesmen of Daan were indeed little better than savages, excellent at fighting and butchering their enemy with a ferocity of an enraged Wookiee, but their intelligence left a bit to be desired, relying on droids and the gifted few to build the weapons needed to make war.

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Post by Azra Avasara » 2012-08-08 05:10

Children and young adults. Reminding herself of what she was was going to be facing once she was planetside, Azra suppressed a shiver. War was a horrible beast, a fact she knew all too well from her own life, but to say that it was horrible was perhaps almost overlooking the notion of what it did to children when they were caught up in it. Though she didn't voice it among the others, she couldn't help but feel a sense of pity grow inside her for them...a feeling that she masked almost as quickly as it appeared, once Ryan made his way into the room. That, she mused, was the one thing for which she was truly grateful out of this entire mission: she didn't have to deal with him. No, the commodore had been quite clear: handling The Young was her task, and hers alone. Looking over at Vhal and the commodore, she cast what could only be taken as a look of genuine pity for their plight; compared to them, left to deal with the potential antics of the young master Korr, she had a picnic for an assignment.

As she thought about it, she thought back to the moment when the commodore had given her the task itself. She hadn't expected it, but to be fair, she hadn't expected to be called in for this assignment at all. One of the other diplomats in the room had been rendered speechless by the idea, and it had been left to his colleague to voice their concern over the matter. Kyle had backed them down, with a gesture that had come to even the Dark Jedi herself as a surprise; the thought that he actually respected her...trusted her... First time for everything! she reminded herself, suppressing the laughter that had come with the initial revelation of such news. It had become clear, shortly after the unexpected defense he had given her, that Kyle had been reading from some sort of psychological tactics playbook for his approach to this entire diplomatic endeavor--probably furnished by the ISIS--and she was but a rather large cog in the machine as it turned. All of their enemies in this endeavor--Republic, Young, and pretty much everything they had encountered thus far--had one message about the Federation: it lived for conquest. It came, it saw, it conquered, and never anything else. Peace was the afterthought, the broken toy left on the street after the war forced everyone out. Or so that was what the enemies of the Federation wanted to believe and spread about it. Such as it was, this had led to an immediate secondary goal of the Empire here at Melida/Daan. The enemy had a message that it felt had to be shared with every corner of the galaxy. Yet a message could be made untrue...could be dismantled by just as much as a single example to the contrary. What good was the enemy to his cause, when his message had been taken apart?

For her, however, it all boiled down to the fact that she was going to be dealing with what were effectively little more than children. War, she surmised as she thought once more of these kids and their hiding place, was a cruel and sadistic monster. It was ruthless, spiteful...and it had taken these children forcibly from their childhoods. She couldn't bring that back to them, but she could try to help them see that people changed. Hopefully, they still had their youthful curiosity.

Almost passively, the Dark Jedi took in the rest of the briefing, her thoughts falling on--of all people--Ryan, once the inquisitor had finished speaking. The man was beyond intractable, she had learned from the operation to Belsavis: results-oriented, he acted in his own interests as much as he could, and only followed orders of any sort when there was a tangible benefit. Still, it didn't hurt in trying; such types, after all, could be useful. "We meet again, Mister Korr..." she projected to him, her eyes meeting his briefly as she sent him her thoughts. "I've an idea for you to consider. Perhaps it will be worth your while."

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Re: Planetary Takeover: Boddhisattva

Post by Marcus Darkstar » 2012-08-08 19:51

The Yellow Billied Loon was located in deep space near the planet of Melidina/Daan, Ensign Marcus Darkstar knew the Federation was vying for the support of the planet's inclusion into the Federation, one that likely given the planet's fortitude would be approached diplomatically.

Given the regional situation he knew of a sure fire way to get on the good side of the locals and convince those who had the most economic sway on the planet that joining the Empire was the smart choice. He would show the Empire was capable and willing to provide security along the shipping lanes to Melidina/Daan that would ensure its valuable war export industry could prosper unhindered.

Ensign Marcus Darkstar had written a formal letter to be sent over holonet to the highest ranking commanding officers involved in the operation that he knew of.... Commodore Kyle Morrison.

"Dear Commodore Morrison

I have reached out to you, as one officer in the imperial navy to another this day to propose a plan to curry favor with the economic elite of the planet of Melidina/Daan in the Federation's efforts to include the planet in the Imperial Federation.

In light of both the planet's lack of a significant planetary defense fleet,the planet's noteworthy economic prosperity hinging on weapons exports, and the notoriety of the Triellus Trade Route that the planet uses to export its wares across the galaxy, I suggest the following: That we show the people of Melidina/Daan, or more promptly those wealthy individuals who hold influence on the planet that we can protect their shipping interests along this dangerous pirate infested route by offering ,at least for a time, ships to help escort the planet's weapon shipment convoys for part of the way to their intended destinations.

Since the most the natives can offer in terms of protection are starfighter escorts I do believe assigning a few corvettes to bolster their weapon convoy defenses would go a long way in protecting their shipping interests and showing our good will to the people of Melidina/Daan.

I apologize I cannot be there in person to contact you directly but I do believe my lack of experience in diplomacy and politics would be more of a hindrance to the delegation and my skills as a naval officer would be better suited to demonstrating the value of my proposed plan. I am taking my Ship the Yellow Bellied Loon to patrol the Triellus Trade Route to begin small scale implementation of my proposed plan.

If you and the other ranking officers believe in the merit of my proposal then please take credit for it and assign more ships to do the same, If not then I will cease and desist if I receive orders to do so.

Sincerely, Ensign Marcus Darkstar of the Yellow Bellied Loon"

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Re: Planetary Takeover: Boddhisattva

Post by Ryan Korr » 2012-08-08 21:48

Ryan gave his peculiar smile in response to the Commodore's words. "As every Imperial Officer should," he said simply, with the slightest of gentile nods. He only managed to keep a straight face because of years spent deceiving. Act becoming of a proud Imperial Officer? His eyes flickered. "If only, my dear Commodore, I were actually an Imperial Officer," he thought slyly. He took a seat, removing his hands from his pockets and idly adjusting his cuffs with an elegant air.

Yes, part of the rank structure, with superior officers to command him... to control him. They would like that, wouldn't they? To exert their influence on him, through him, turning him into a mere instrument. But he was not. And they resented him for it. They were wary because he was a variable, an unknown, in the system. Unpredictable and dangerous. Fear. He did not need to use the Force to feel it. Underlying all their resentfulness, caution, and hatred was fear. Fear of what he might do should he choose to stop obeying them. "Good," thought Ryan. He wanted them to understand that his presence here was a free choice. A choice made by one person: Ryan Korr.

He suppressed an urge to roll his eyes as the Commodore gave the usual rousing lines about how glorious a feat it would be to fold this world into the Federation's flock. Ryan's eyes met the eyes of the ISIS Agent known as Amberly. Extremely high ranking. Dangerous. His instincts told him to be wary. Ryan raised an eyebrow. Savages? So Amberly regarded the populace of this world as below the crowd of civilized society. Interesting... What would she think if Ryan told her that both should be burned to the ground, leaving the strongest to crawl to the top? There was a hierarchy of superiority, but it was not the status quo. Even with the many wars, Ryan saw too many fat idiots atop the food chain. Or hereditary princes who blundered about with their power. Undeserved. Not truly attained. Did the galaxy need a cataclysm to be righted? Or simply an extermination of those unfit to rule...

A foreign presence touched his mind, and his eyes snapped across the room to regard Thessalia Baker, or Azra Avasara, or whatever she called herself. He had been very interested to learn from Agent Lynch that Thessalia and Kyp had been married. For he had witnessed some rather... interesting events between Luciana and Kyp. And now that poor Mr. Baker was dead, well, that certainly had to make things awkward. Getting the information from the ISIS Agent had been like pulling teeth from a slumbering Rancor. Ryan had had to convince the man the information was absolutely necessary to being part of the diplomatic venture. The Agent had slapped down a heavy file containing all the unsealed service records of those involved. Of course, that didn't leave Ryan to go with much. Azra's file said only her name, her alias, her marriage status... the simple basics. Nearly everything else was blacked out.

Green eyes met green eyes. Flickering intensity and burning fervor connected for a moment. Not a contest of wills, nothing that petty. More of a second resizing. There was a certain... similarity between them. Ryan recognized it after a brief moment of thought. Uncontrollability. They both enjoyed their freedom, operating outside the rank structure. They had... assisted each other before, her projected thoughts now suggested they might do the same again.

"Perhaps," he replied. "Then again," the corners of his mouth slowly began to turn up into that slight, peculiar smile, "my while is worth an awful lot to me." The projected thoughts did not contain malice, but a certain half-polite bluntness. Ryan disliked having another touch his mind. "What is it you suggest? Brevity is appreciated."
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Re: Planetary Takeover: Boddhisattva

Post by Marcus Darkstar » 2012-08-10 05:21

With the holonet letter sent to Kyle Morrison, Ensign Darkstar issued his orders to his bridge crew to begin his planned patrol route of the hyperlane from Melida/Daan to the main Triellus Trade Route hyperlane.

It took some time until they reached their first hyperpoint, a place in the hyperlane where ships manually did course maneuvers to the next hyperpoint in the lane, when they exited hyperspace they encountered a group of six TL-1800 Freighters with transponder codes indicating they were from Melida/Daan.

"Suwantek" Ensign Darkstar muttered to himself. Cheap relatively reliable light freighters from an outer rim manufacturer, had a fairly large cargo capacity if the user opted to use external cargo pods.... though most captains chose not to since it hindered the craft's mobility and any captain with a lick of sense would value that mobility more than extra cargo space, specially if their ship was attacked by pirates. It had been quite some time since Marcus Darkstar had seen a TL-1800 freighter. Not since he left his family and the family's business of operating a freight business back at Eriadu for the Imperial Naval Academy to pursue a career in the Imperial Navy. Seeing them made him a little bit homesick.

But now was not the time for such thoughts, the convoy was sending a hailing message to his ship. Ensign Priam his second said "should we respond sir?" Marcus replied "Of course put them through".

"This is Captain Heinrick of the freighter Lucky Talon, If i might be so bold to ask: what is an imperial vessel doing all the way out here?"

"Captain Heinrick this is Captain Darkstar of the HIMS Yellow Bellied Loon. I'm out on patrol looking for pirates to kill and freight convoys to protect from said pirates. Would you be interested?"

There was a slow pause before Captain Heinrick responded "What is the catch? It is a bit odd seeing an imperial vessel so far into neutral territory not on the warpath."

That brought a bit of a smile to Ensign Darkstar's face it was good of the captain to be at least a bit suspicious, it would've been more troubling if the captain had accepted his offer at face value. "No catch Captain, I hate pirates plain and simple, though if you were to sing praises about myself and the Empire to your superiors back at Melida/Daan afterwards it would be most appreciative.”

“That makes two of us, we will accept your generous offer and I’ll sure tell my superiors what you’ve done for us once we get back. We are going to the Zhar system, to offload our merchandize on the moon of Gall. If you are going to tag along stick close and try to keep up. “

Ensign Marcus replied “Navigation put us above the center of the convoy, and have our starfighter pilots begin a quarter strength flights, six hour rotation. I want at least 6 starfighters out of the hangar if at any time the convoy is ambushed by pirates.”

Ensign Priam asked “Only quarter strength?”

Ensign Darkstar: “If we devout any more starfighters to the rotation would mean a longer rotation, it is going to take a day or two to get to the Zhar system. I don’t want my pilots too tired from flying around too long nor do I want them sleeping in their starfighters while on their flights. We will deploy the rest of our starfighters if we encounter any enemy ships. Those 6 starfighters will help if any pirates decide to interdict the convoy out of hyperspace or wait for us at the hyperpoints.”
Ensign Priam was puzzled for a moment “Your expecting the pirates to have interdictors”

Darkstar shrugged “It is possible some might be able to grab a hold of an old corellian detainer but they could also barricade the hyperlane hoping to catch something. I rather not risk not having any starfighters out to harass the pirates giving them free reign to hit the freighters with their snubfighters.

With that said I will leave the bridge to you Ensign Priam, going to take some food and perhaps some rest while I can get it, notify me if anything changes for the convoy. ”

“Aye sir” Ensign Priam was issuing the orders to the flight crew while Ensign Darkstar heading to his private quarters on the Yellow Bellied Loon. When he got to it he was reminded it was not much to the room. A small bed built into the wall, the most outstanding features of it being the captain’s quarters was the fact that it had a small table in the middle of the room and its own private shower.

He saw on the table that his regular “morning” meal was set out for him, kept warm by a heating plate underneath it and the lid over it. He opened it to see some scrambled Gukked eggs, Nerf sausages covered in Frill syrup and of course a few pieces of honeycrust bread on the side.

The ship’s cook had remarked before about how sickeningly sweet some of his meals were. But personally Marcus always found them delicious, he had always had a sweet tooth since he was a child and it always reminded him of his family back home at Eriadu. His father would always import desserts and candies for the family to enjoy. He even had the chance to from time to time enjoy Namana candies from Bakura. “After the mission I should write to my family” he thought…

After his meal he took a sonic shower and went to bed to get some sleep. Marcus set his alarm clock four hours ahead; he wanted to take a nap not sleep in.

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Post by Azra Avasara » 2012-08-13 04:35

The fact that Ryan hadn't met her proposal with outright rejection gave Thess a measure of hope, however slight, that she could reason with the man. Their teamwork on Belsavis had been...of mutual benefit, but the disciple was certain that, such as it was, he'd only consented to the idea of assisting because there was a benefit for him in the offering. Such people weren't that hard to spot, after all: they cared for 'Number One'...and only rarely did anything else get in their lives. She had no idea what the motivations were for this particular individual, but somehow, he struck her as the sort that was completely absorbed in himself.

Eyeing him calmly, she projected to him a simple request, indicating a small anteroom located just off from the briefing room proper. She had sensed his disdain for the telepathic contact almost as soon as it had been formed, and what she had to share with him would be spoken more easily if there were walls and doors separating them from the rest of the delegation. ...Especially since it was a delegation in which Mister Korr would have no active role. Smiling her sweetest smile, she turned her attention briefly to the commodore, bowing her head politely as she worked to excuse both herself and the mercenary. The effort didn't take long, odd glances from both the naval officer and the inquisitor notwithstanding; once she had the permission she sought, Thess turned and made her way to the anteroom's door, making sure that Ryan followed close behind. The less time lost, after all, the better.

Once the door was shut, she turned to face him, her robes twirling ever so slightly as she turned. As the commodore had chosen a diplomatic bent for this operation, the Dark Jedi had chosen her apparel and personal styling with such an event in mind. Her hair was done up in a bun, a few strands intentionally placed to fall away from the collective style like strays, lending a slight edge to the look; eyeliner and eye shadow had been applied ever so delicately, just enough to accentuate her eyes and make the green orbs stand out, glowing centers of attention, and the gentlest hint of perfume carried from her, the tender scents of roses and chocolate mingling in the air. Her robes were immaculate, as were the plates of armor beneath them, attire that had become commonplace with her of late; now, however, in a nod to the importance of the situation, she had altered the trim to be hued in gold, instead of the usual sanguine color that decorated the edges and other trimmings. The only elements of her garb that were plain black were her gloves, and the twin lightsabers at her belt.

A deep red smile formed on her face as she regarded Ryan, the grin eerily knowing, as she spoke, her voice just soft enough that even someone standing just opposite the wall from them would have had difficulty piecing together the topic of their conversation. "Mr. Korr," she began, politeness used only for its own sake, "if the Inquisitor's report about you is to be believed, I feel that I can safely infer from your handiwork at the Midsummer Ball that you are here to cause...chaos." It was a remark that sounded almost like a question, yet was phrased more as a declaration of fact. "To that end, I have something that should occupy your time, and provide for the success of this little endeavor...not necessarily safe, but success is success, in the end.

"The Republic knows we're out here, mucking about in their backyard; it therefore makes tactical sense that they'll come here, trying to strike a deal with the locals. That's where your particular brand of chaos becomes extremely useful..." If the smile on her face had been pleasant before, it was now sinister...a feature that had become uncharacteristic of late, yet felt appropriate now, given the circumstances. "My task involves turning the perceptions of the Young on their heads through negotiating with them directly. I want you to ruin those perceptions through a more large-scale methodology. Make the Republic angry...angry enough that they shed the first blood. We'll shame them into leaving this world...or just perhaps, you'll goad them into launching a full-scale battle and forcing the planet to fight them off."

The look on her face was perhaps the best mask she had for the concern that even now sat there, buried deep amidst layers and layers of thought. "It rests on both of us...and more of it, on you, to break the Republic's will."

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Post by Ryan Korr » 2012-09-24 22:32

Alone in a room with a well equipped dark jedi. Not the most enviable of situations. But, Ryan could always count on the good guys pulling through with their rigid codes of honor. Or in this case, good girl. Ryan met Thess' gaze. The sinister smile still played on her lips. Well, maybe not so good....but reforming. Destroy the Republic's public relations? Why not?

"Afraid of unwanted listeners?" asked Ryan in an overdone whisper. His eyes widened, "What if the Grand Admiral found out?" He smirked briefly and winked at Thessalia. "Don't worry, your secret is safe with me." He resumed speaking with typical indoor volume.

"Now, just a point about my profile. To cause chaos? Can't imagine were that idea came from." Crystala, obviously. "I'm a bit disappointed, honestly. She left out: impulsive, reckless, self-destructive, arrogant bastard, and insanely good looking charmer." Ryan counted them on his fingers before glancing up with a raised eyebrow, flashing another smirk. "Or were you just reading the boring part?" He shrugged and kept talking.

"Anyway, a full-scale battle?" He raised both eyebrows for an instant, "Well aren't you a rebel." The Federation command did not want any visitation of harms upon the planet, just annexation of its territory. Getting into the fight with the Republic would certainly not be approved by the Grand Admiral, but if they shot first who could blame them? "You want me to pick a fight with the Republic, go rabble rousing, and potentially cause a military retaliation against the planet? Why, Thessalia, you shouldn't have." Both sides of his mouth curved up. "You really shouldn't have."

Ryan's green eyes squinted smugly at Thess. He would be breaking a bit more than the Republic's Will. "I'll take care of the Republic, but I want something from you. What it is I'm not sure yet." He became instantly serious, the frown on his face and danger in his eyes expressions of death. "I'll think of something. I'm sure I can count on you to honor debts. But you're wondering if you can count on me...well, if I fail, I'll probably be dead. So there. Now, unless there's nothing else we should get back, before people start to wonder what we're doing back here." Ryan gave another half-faced smirk and raised an eyebrow suggestively.
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Post by Loki Mortist » 2014-02-15 05:04

"You all know about the briefing report in front of you regarding this world... Well ISIS has come up with a plan to help raise tensions and bring all sides to the negotiating table. If we're careful we can set it up to be the federation is the good guys on this one. Though be wary of any New Republic activity." Mortist said as he spoke to members of the ground team that were to be inserted into Melida/Daan via a stealth shuttle.

He wasn't going with them at this time, but he wished them luck all the same. He knew this was going to be a tough mission to carry out without raising the flag that the Federation was untertaking any operations to sway the populace." Just remember, if any of your actions are found out it will negatively impact the diplomatic mission. So take care to leave no trace of your presence. Here's the general plan of the ISIS: Several present have been tagged as assets for the operation. The operation will consist of 3 parts: the neutralization of the Young who oppose the NIF's presence, to be orchestrated via a series of assassinations and misdirections. 3 assassinations total, two silent, one public with a sniper rifle.

The first phase of silent assassinations are to gain access to the members personal communications and arrange a meeting between the identified anti - federation members of the political structure.

Before that meeting begins, we will be having an ISIS cell procuring from an old Dann armory locker explosives for the first phase. These explosives will detonate amidst the meeting of the Young that have been identified pro-Republic and against any Federation involvement in the world.

The second phase will consist of an armed follow up strike on a Dann military base via a Y-wing which you are to steal from the Melida's Caphran Plains Base just bordering the demilitarized zone. We have a pilot or two here if its the case to fly it, one as backup if need be. They have details on their parts of the operation, ISIS tasks to support them will be dependant upon the evolving situations.

Now, in the past few years each side of the 'elder's were allowed a small modicum of protection by the armstice with the Young after they had a period of infighting.

Using a Melida fighter to attack a Daan tribe's base will hopefully raise tensions enough to move to the third phase."


Mortist sighed a moment before continuing, " The third phase will be an emergency declaration of a no - fly zone over the capital city to safeguard whatever diplomatic assets we have present at the governmental center near their capital's hall of evidence.

Luckily for us, the capital city where the Young's advisory council is stuck right in the center of the two tribes, and halfway between the elder's forces. So it's plausiblely excused if we take such a course to safeguard our own diplomatic team.

In the end, this will allow us to put political pressure onto the remaining Young advisors, while our diplomatic assets are to enter negotiations for a quick brokering of a new armstice, hopefully to smooth rising tensions and mineral rights upon certain areas of contention.

As of note, since a few Eriadu corporations are spearheading the Federation's willingness to garner contracts to assist the Melida-Daans Infrustructure and construction efforts, Ambassador Martine Falcon will be present for the high level negotiations.This will also be the phase where we expect any- if at all- Republic interference, and the Ambassadorial team will have a few Senators from member worlds competing for business contracts there to help him in an advisory position.

Phase one already has an individual on the ground by the name of Dominic Ramshawe, he's an ISIS agent working with three others to track down the locations of the individual targets. He'll relay a bit more to you when you get there. Any questions?"


A hand rose up in the back, "How are we to implicate the NR?"

"There's an asset or two that have been detailed to the diplomatic team among the aides and other individuals going along. They have a set of dummy records to be integrated into a few of the Young representatives files to show they've been taking bribes to allow munitions to get to the Melida and the Daan respectively. But it will be up to them to figure out any other way to smear things if, or when, the New Republic becomes involved in the talks. Additional information may have to be planted on the NR. I don't know any of the specifics though, those are left up to them. They may do something completely different if circumstances dictate them to be flexible. Somehow though, that's where implicating the NR will occur. Otherwise, it will be left simply up to whom has the better deal for the planet, the Federation, or the New Republic."

"So they're going to have to compete while having the backdrop of a diplomatic mission. That's nuts."

Loran nodded in agreement and crossed his hands behind his back."Whatever the case, it is time to get to work. Extra details of your assigned mission tasks are in your datachits, make sure to erase them as per protocols after you memorize their contents. So good luck in your tasks. Shuttle leaves in ten minutes. Dismissed."

He saw most of the group look at their datapads a moment, reading up upon who they were to be tasked with before they shuffled out towards the hangar. The mission was a go, and Mortist wished them all the best. Unfortunately for him he was tasked to masquerade as a diplomatic aide by the name of Jack King with the ambassadors from various planets to ensure that no back room deals were to be made unless they wholly benefited the federation first. He'd be glade he wasn't going to be one of the unlucky sods that was picked to play footsies with the New Republic Intelligence assets that were almost sure to show up among their ambassadors if things got serious.

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Re: Planetary Takeover: Boddhisattva

Post by Abraxes Rancor » 2015-11-09 05:06

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Abraxes Rancor sat back in his chair in the conference room aboard the Justice as he gazed at the holoplot in front of him. His mind occupied with thought as the briefing continued into the pirate presence around Melida- Daan.

He'd been part of the planning of the operation since the beginning and was here with the Senior staff of Fourth fleet's detachment to the area for the most up to date Intelligence. Ostensibly to be merely 'showing the flag' in the area and as a backup in case Third Fleet's stretched lines needed help amid several ongoing operations. At least that was the intent.

The area of space surrounding Melid-Daan was neither Federation nor New Republic Territory and in the ensuing chaos of the Empire's fall long standing 'third parties' in the systems near the struggling world slowly began marshaling space based resources.

It had been Sixty Years since The Young rose to prominence on the world. Now with their oldest members reaching into their eight decade they still fought and politically maneuvered against both the Melida and the Daan Councils as they jockeyed for their own political ideologies to supplant the prior warmongers on both sides.

There was only one problem with that. Even after sixty years they only reached about forty percent of the populace under their "banner" of control. The old ideological camps still controlled about thirty percent of the population each. Sixty percent altogether which lead to a startling reality as a new generations were born.

The ideologies that lead to the long wars of centuries past were out-breeding the Young as a faction. The saving grace for stability, inefficient as it was, was that the Young still maintained the scant majority, political power, and tenuous control. But it was impossible for them to prevent the more war prone elements of either side from preparing for the next War.

Not to mention the remants of the more hardliners of the Young, following in the legacy of Mawat who wanted power only for the Young still craved complete control and power be in their hands alone.

With such intentions to prepare for the next war, and eighty years to do it in, Rancor knew that it was a problematic thing to bring such a world into the fold of the New Imperial Federation. Especially when the presence of the burgeoning New republic and the fracturing Empire required both sides to get 'sneaky.' The political climate seemed to have shifted the past wars from hot ones to a present cold one. A state where proxy war with what Intelligence was only now able to pierce together as both sides branched out to support corporations and 'front companies' to develop resources they could not find on world.

In Laymen's terms : Pirates.

And the space around Melida-Daan was rife with a greater percentage of them then most other sectors.

At first the various groups gained resources from the earlier wars as 'sanctioned privateers.' Bringing to the various groups a plethora of corvettes, and transports. Enough so when the Empire, and later the rebellion came they were to legitimize their businesses.

As the galactic Power of the Empire expanded so did their operations. Opening avenues into asteroid mining bases that once fed the droid forges of Eos. Often transporting goods to newly placated areas of their sectors. Oftentimes, 'acquiring' connections to various Underworld Organizations. Their affairs broadened further with every new opportunity; pirating from other groups and each other as they exploited Imperial policy. Looking back, the Empire's definition of space control was that of "pacifying territories and preventing 'chronic' issues."

So under that Umbrella, and a little bit of finagling through corruptive means meant the pirates of the area began to get smarter. Under an umbrella of Kickbacks the pirate groups operations spread further and further. Diverting and paying off officials to falsify reports of missing cargo by a location so that when responding forces got there... all there was was pre- placed wreckage. All of this served to bring back weapons and supplies to Melida and the Daan. Along with other unwanted elements: drugs, prostitution, gambling, racketeering and other illicit activities that had been present before the Young - Elder Wars. All introduced to a society ill equipped to handle them in any form of formal governing system.

So the Young were distracted by various problems, and off the planet's surface the problems grew.

When the Empire fell and the New Republic rose, many of the groups went back to outright piracy. Drawing off stranded Imperial Elements to their own resource bases, all hidden behind the thin veneer of a incorporated business.

Now, in the neutral, albeit almost lawless territory between Federation and New Republic Space they would assuredly be a thorn in Third Fleet's Side during the Expansion of the N.I.F. Territory.

With the fact that the groups currently possessed stolen Imperial hardware among their ranks, Rancor was of the mind for Fourth to Help steal them Back.

Pirates, and investigating anomalies was one of the tasks Fourth Fleet Excelled in after all. It was why his detachment was out here, and if it meant he'd be pulled in to help pacify the Melida Daan? So much the better. That cesspool of instability had only bred a plague upon the galaxy. Fourth was almost always stuck in defensive roles for a myriad number of reasons. Some good, some bad, and some in between.

But those of Fourth Fleet liked it that way.

"Alright Agent Worthington," he exclaimed, looking at the briefing officer ISIS had sent. From her file he knew she was competent and he wanted to ensure all his officers knew exactly what the stakes here were. "From the top if you would as you seem to be tallying data with ISIS' detachment of IIxC's quite well. But for our Own purposes I would like a list by name, affiliation and where we're to strike to fill in the rest of the officers who just transferred in as well."

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Post by Abraxes Rancor » 2015-11-09 05:41

"Yes Sir." The woman nodded; glancing once at her dataslate before raising her eyes to meet the gaze of the assembled officers. Many of them were full fledged Captains, yet did not hold the Fleet command positions due to one reason or another. But even Rancor had been originally offset by the prospect of talking to such an assembled group, much less being in command of them. He noted her voice didn't waiver an inch as she spoke, not a hint of unease.

'There was steel there.' He only wondered if the rest of her abilities measured up to the poise she showed here today.

"Agent Clark and I are stationed to assist Fourth Fleet as your intelligence liason for this mission. As it stands, the pirates in the local sector number seven major Groups. All loosely associated by families coupled with about twelve minor groups. Together they disseminate into three categories. Those affiliated with the Daan, Those affiliated with the Melida, and those that are loosely associated Independents who banded together for protection against the bigger threats. Each of the groups in these categories is dangerous. But for starters we are to be concentrating on where we can begin with the most effect with Strikes against those that tend to have multiple groups in localized areas of space. However, there is some bad news."

"Bad News?" One of the captains repeated.

The gent seemed to take it in stride, "Yes Sir. A snag and one that we should have foreseen based on the ideologies of certain group's supporters. As you know it's been sixty odd years and change since the Melida Daan began to settle down and each group moved their efforts to build up resources offworld to continue stockpiling for future conflict. What we failed to take into account was just how successful they were during that elapsed time, with several pirate groups hiding behind several licensed corporate Enterprises."

This was nothing new to Rancor, but he was sure that the scope of things might have changed if it was bringing things up this late in the game. "Any chance of legal problems dealing with these snags?"

"No, most of the licenses have elapsed and those which haven't are licensed to the ventures of other worlds outside of Republic space, but there are a few in Federation Territory giving us the right to 'audit' said licensed facilities. Even seize them in the event of wrongdoing."

"I see. However, I take it a few of these front companies are backed by the Melida and the Daan. Correct?"

"Yes." The agent replied, "Out of Seven Major Pirated groups in the area, and thirteen minor there appear to be enough military grade vessels between them to Rollover our forces dispatched to Melida Daan by at least Threefold conservatively, though I would personally estimate at least five times that amount."

Rancor arched an eyebrow before craning his neck to let his gaze pass over the other officers. Some seemed surprised or even taken aback from the ISIS woman's words.

"Bottom Line, Please."

"In the sixty years since the Youngs rise Melida Daan's cold war has moved to space. Our scouting efforts have identified a particularly rough roadblock for Third's Expansion efforts unless Fourth Fleet gets a little inventive on this trip." He could hear some of the officers take a deep breath as the woman continued. "The main thing we have found is the Melida backed groups tend to be labeled under similar names. There's a reason for this ast the three major groups within their faction were founded by three brothers, and the four minor groups associated with their Enterprises are headed by their sons and one daughter."

Agent Merrence Clark snorted. "Piracy and corporate Barbarism as a family business."

"Indeed." the agent said. "And quite sneaky in some unpopulated systems that were mined and is also the reason that some of their acquisitions went unnoticed till we actually started looking. They've held to the Melida ideology about better technology and it's quite intimidating for their operations what they've put together on the down low in their closed system where they supposedly were 'expanding their corporate 'civilian' ship building and repair facilities."

"Details?" One captain down the line asked.

"I won't lie, it's not good."

Rancor saw the woman take a deep breath before she continued." Their corporate assets are nothing compared to what ISIS and our IIxC's Scouted out three hours ago by following one of their supply vessels." On the holoplot Rancor witnessed a display of a system before it began to zoom in." In the asteroid field they've hollowed out several large areas and keep the perimeter surrounded by re-purposed mining installations. They have armed said installations and from what infiltrating agents have collated from intercepted data traffic use them as shadowports but that's not the real issue.

Outside these clearing in the asteroid fields they have Four Type IVa Orbital Construction Yards from KDY and three old Consortium Level IV space stations."
Rancor could see some faces pale as the woman's briefing continued. "two refinery stations, an XQ platform and several docks have been noted as well. We're looking at a force of at least a hundred vessels. About sixty of which are military grade at that doesn't count the clunkers, republic type captured vessels or what they use in their pirate and salvaging operations."

"Ship Stratification?" an officer asked.

"At the top in this one installation or by sub group?" Agent Merrence asked.

"Installation First." Rancor said, closing his eyes a moment. He could feel a headache coming on.

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Post by Abraxes Rancor » 2015-11-09 06:06

"At present, in various states of repair we've noted at least three heavy cruiser analogues we've identified as old House of Tagge Battlecruisers, followed by an old Allegiance class. Then they have sixteen modified Lucrehulk class vessels at drydock. We're unsure if they're actually a threat as holos have noted various potholes in their hull and patches of added plating where weaponry usually is, but they're docked next to three seperatist supply vessels. They seem to use them for transporting supplies to their shipyards."

"Interesting." Abraxes opened his eyes to and blinked twice before refocusing as his mind processed old lessons at the academy on various classes of vessels. "So Three Devastator Analogues and potentially some hard targets. I presume that these aren't the only snags we'll be filled in on?"

"No sir, but that's an apt summary." He saw the agent pause once again to punch in several buttons as new images came up on the holofeed, highlighting several areas and targets. "After that you have waht look to be several assorted frigate analogues. A few victory II frigates, a few interceptor class frigates, a munificent or two headed by two old clone wars era Providence class Carriers, but the main thing we're put of by are these."

The holo switched, separating into three sections. Two were of the rigging floating in space where two triangular prows jutted out. "While we couldn't get exact holos we think these Raven Groups are presently rebuilding, or repairing what I believe to be a Titan class cruiser and what looks to be a half finished Prated class. No doubt gained from various salvage operations."

"So what's the third frame?" came from the Justice's Captain. A rather stoic Man.

"A dock with about forty five corvettes of an Imperial make. Specifically Raider class Corvettes we think they've been manufacturing. They may have a few ships we haven't seen just by the angles."

"By Chaos." One of the officers spat. "I know that class is old but how did they get the plans to build them, much less not give anyone a clue of what they had?"

There was a long silence before the other intelligence officer cleared his throat to get people's attention. "Bear in mind this is just one installation. The pirates main workhorses are about twenty munificents and Eighty or so frigate, corvettes, gunships and missile platforms." The man sighed, "I still haven't got a clue how these resources were never found out. Well besides corruption and graft."

"Have we alerted Director Endivain or Admiral McFini yet?" Rancor asked.

"She'll get the news by courier as she's currently on mission into the heart of Melida Daan, Sir as for McFini... resources are still strapped in this venture and he's currently mobile with the Intimidator so your the first Fleet Command Officer with eyes on the Intel."

"I see. If I may conjecture their scope of keeping these assets a secret it's because: They've never used them." Rancor stated with a certainty. "Not only does the presence of those old Consortium stations suggests this as well as perhaps agreements with Tyber Zann's old organization, their existence suggests they had contacts with other parts of the Criminal Underworld, but stayed out of conflict. Probably repairing vessels while forging - what they believe- was Melida's Skifter, or Ace in the hole to take back their homeworld when the next war started. They've probably been A main party thought responsible for smuggling operations to bring hardware back to the Melidans."

"Against the Young Faction, certainly!" Rancor shrugged," They would have been inept enough to not consider extraterritorial gains. But I have the feeling the Daan Know about them, or they wouldn't have backed their own groups."

"Common cold war tactics to measure who has the biggest stick." commented a female officer from down the table. She didn't look the least apologetic for the double entendre.

"Does it get any better?" the Justice's captain asked.

"Well..." Merrence replied, "Not exactly..."

"Oh, Joy." Rancor deadpanned. "Please continue."

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