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New Separatist Council Meeting on Queyta
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| Valin_Rall | Date: Sunday, 11 Sep 2011, 10:31 PM | Message # 1 |
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| Queyta, a world of cliffs and lava, one which Rall hadn't seen since the Clone Wars. The base that had once been here had seen itself destroyed and slipped into the lava flows beneath them. Pieces had broken apart and melted away, yet there were still those that were able to be salvaged. Rall stood in one of the salvaged halls, they had been repainted and fixed, making them appears as they once had, even having a few bits of oddities added to liven up the place. Although anything could liven up a hall way that had battle droids standing guard in it.
Rall slowly walked down the hall, the droids each looking to him before looking back at each other as they stood in a guard fashion. Each of them holding their weapons up as if they were to be inspected. The end of the hall opened up into a large room, one that was rounded. With in it sat a large circular table, with segments in between some area's that would allow for a being to step between the ends of the table and stand in the middle of the circle. The largest of the openings being the one that faced the hall. Rall stepped into the middle of the circle, looking at it as he walked over to one side and ran his hand along the sturdy top. He had contacted other Separatist he had known of, now he waited for them to arrive as he stepped out from the center of the table as he took his seat, looking directly at the hall that lead to the meeting room.
Around the room stood droids, their weapons in their hands as they stood guard. Now all that was left to do was to wait. Something he had been doing for nearly nine years now since the end of the Clone Wars.
Lord Rall of Queyta
Lord of Winter and Hero of Rhen Var
Knight-General of Drongar
Destroyer of Worlds
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| Victor_Mallix | Date: Monday, 12 Sep 2011, 1:57 PM | Message # 2 |
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| After lodging certain affidavits with his lawyers regarding a few transactions of a couple of slaves each, Victor took his Diamond-class and headed to hyperspace, destined for Queyta. The large transport glided seamlessly through the void at very high speed, causing him to reach Queyta much faster than any Imperial vessel would over a short distance.
A Neimoidian wooked up from his consowe and spoke thusly "Captain Mawwix, we have weached Queyta." as the vessel appeared into the real. Wary of an ambush he scanned thoroughly for threats and dangers as soon as it arrived. Shields were quickly powered and weapons began to pan around.
Mallix nodded over to the Neimoidian at the helm "Take us into orbit steady Mr Raako, have a channel opened to see if there is anyone out there." the Neimoidian second mate at the helm turned to the man to his right at the comms "Weftenant, open a communications connection to the base", the Comms Lieutanant, an elderly Quarren waved over a droid to make the comms call.
The droid opened the comms call "Separatist base, requesting landing coordinates and approach vector." it spoke metalically before returning to whipping a sickly human slave child who had poorly mopped the floor under the overseeing eye of another Neimoidian Officer. "Fwash him forowy" spoke the Neimoidian in charge of custodial before storming off the bridge and leaving the droid whipping the boy.
Victor Mallix
Merchant Venturer
Ex-Banking Clan Executive
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| Lamont_Kruus | Date: Monday, 12 Sep 2011, 2:15 PM | Message # 3 |
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| The Windfall appeared from hyperspace quite some distance away on the opposite side of the planet, the Munificent-class frigate followed an instant later by 4 of its Hardcell-class transports. Kruus has chosen an entry point far enough from Queyta to spot a potential trap from afar rather than cruising into it obliviously. True to the Neimoidian stereotype, however, he also ordered the Windfall's shields up—that is, its bridge shields. "Have the Hardcells maintain a tight pawawellwogwam formation to stern," he ordered, intending to keep his supply ships and slave galleons safe from capture. "I won't be undone by wecalcitwant wabblewousers with old Sepawatist wivalwies." He glanced at Queyta from the bridge, already forming an opinion as visual scans of the surface began appearing in his heads up display. "What a dweawy pwace," he observed, then ordered his comms officer to make contact with the surface in much the same manner that his colleague Mallix had done.
Lamont Kruus
Captain of the Windfall
Leader of the Kruus slaving ring
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| Valin_Rall | Date: Monday, 12 Sep 2011, 2:36 PM | Message # 4 |
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| The ships had been picked up with in the moments it took them to drop from hyperspace. Rall, who sat quietly in the large meeting room looked up as a droid stepped in, speaking in its metallic voice as it held its weapon and a stance at attention.
"OOM-21 reporting sir. We have picked up a Diamond Class Cruiser in orbit on the day side of the planet, as well as a small flotilla of Separatist ships on the night side. Both are requesting permission to land and landing vectors."
Rall brought his hand up to stop the droid from his next sentence as he finished reading the report that was on his Data pad in front of him before he looked up. "Allow the Diamond Class Cruiser to land on the Southern landing pad, I'm sure that the Flotilla will need more supplies, allow them to land in the dry docks and begin refueling the ships, only what we can spare though."
The OOM droid nodded its head before it pivoted on its back foot, marching down the hall as it contacted the others in the main landing control center. "This is OOM-21, clearance has been given." When the message was finished, two more droids in the center set about replying to the two messages already flashing on the screen, both them already having set a landing area for them, as well as an approach before speaking to the two waiting parties.
"Windfall, this is OOM-19, clearance for landing has been given, approach from the night side and land in the open dry docks. Your ships will be refueled with what we can spare. When you land, an escort will be waiting for you to take you to meet with Lord Rall."
At the same time, a similar message would be sent off to the Diamond Class, its landing platform already cleared for it as the droid began to speak.
"Diamond Class Cruiser, this is OOM-13, clearance for landing has been given, approach from the north and land on the Southern landing pad. When you land, an escort will be waiting for you to take you to the meeting with Lord Rall."
Lord Rall of Queyta
Lord of Winter and Hero of Rhen Var
Knight-General of Drongar
Destroyer of Worlds
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| Victor_Mallix | Date: Monday, 12 Sep 2011, 3:16 PM | Message # 5 |
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| Mallix opened a channel to Kruus "Good to see you old Lamont, I trust your Father is well?" he said, having had considerable contact in the past with the very distinguished father of the Captain he spoke to. "I have a young Calamari boy who unfortunately sustained injuries during the flight. Perhaps I can finish him off for you and then bring some vinegared Calamari to the do? I'll have its throat slit and bring it down! I tell you, this boy has worked so hard his muscles are deliciously tender looking, I have had to hold myself back these past weeks from gobbling him up myself!"
The Comms officer chatted to the droids, requesting any supplies which might be available and organising everything. The Diamond-class was not planning to land, rather it would stay in orbit and Mallix's Ambassador-class shuttle would ferry him and his retinue down to the surface, the landing control was kept informed of this.. He picked up his cane and walked down to the landing bay.
As Mallix entered the landing bay the vicious stench of excrement and decay hit his nose. Several days ago there had been a pressure accident on this deck, causing half a dozen of the humans to be splattered across the deck when it caused a pen to collapse on them. This had atleast provided meat for the other slaves to quench their hunger on and had not been cleaned up. As such bodyparts were strewn inside the death fence which marked the slave's part of the hangar.
Drawing his spikelike cane, Mallix advanced into the hangar and before moving to the awaiting shuttle he walked towards the death fence. Slumped up against a crate was the young Calamari child, weeping and shivering due to the head wound it had received. "Deactivate this section of the fence, and shoot anyone else but this boy who approaches it". After a B1 advanced behind him with a blaster he approached the boy, pulling apart some of the wires of the death fence and putting his hand out "Here, come on out boy, I'm Victor Mallix, its not right you suffer any more" he said, barely containing the salivation which his desire to feed was spawning.
Nervously the boy climbed out through the fence and stood infront of Mallix. Mallix waved to the droid to bring the fence back up to charge and waved over a loadlifter which carried a vat of vinegar. "There there child" he said, patting the child on the head as it wept with fear before slashing up the spike cane through the Calamari child's neck, severing his critical arteries and tossing him into the vat in one smooth strong move. The loadlifter then slammed the lid on and carried the vat and child to the shuttle, loading it up as the boy's vinegar coated death throws began to prepare a very delicious dinner for them all to have at the meeting. Inform Rall I am bringing a meal. Spoke Mallix into his communicator (the message was relayed as "Victor Mallix is bringing refreshments to the meeting to ground control") as he wiped the Calamari's ichor from his cane with a hankerchief and tossed it to the floor with a sardonic chuckle.
Mallix's shuttle then left the Diamond-class and began to cruise down to the landing pad, aboard was Mallix, several droids, a Quarren, a Trandoshan bodyguard and several slaves. As the shuttle descended the IGBC Muun examined the facility, a sad shade of what it once was but seemingly pretty functional, it would serve well as a base for their operations.
Victor Mallix
Merchant Venturer
Ex-Banking Clan Executive
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| Lamont_Kruus | Date: Friday, 25 Nov 2011, 11:25 PM | Message # 6 |
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| (( Sorry I've taken so long here. I'm not sure I'm able to commit to this at this time and I don't want to hold it up any longer, so maybe you can just auto me along in the meeting? Kruus would listen to what Rall has to say and probably tacitly approve of his proposals and plans without necessarily committing to participate in them just yet, until he has a better sense of Rall's intentions. But Kruus would make it known his willingness to work with Rall in the future and attend any future Council meetings. ))
Lamont Kruus
Captain of the Windfall
Leader of the Kruus slaving ring
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| Radim_Thek | Date: Sunday, 27 Nov 2011, 11:52 AM | Message # 7 |
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| Days after his meeting with Hejin, if you call it that, a few ships had emerged out of hyperspace. Specifically, a Belbullab-22 starfighter with a couple of Toscan-8Q serving as its escorts. Radim Thek, the leader of a swoop gang known as Krayt Dragons out of Taris, was inside the Belbullab-22. The men inside the Toscan-8Qs were members of the gang, a Rodian and a Twi'lek. He figured that the people he was going to meet would be the high-ranking members of the Confederate army left over from the Clone Wars. While Rall was a human, he wouldn't be surprised to see Neimoidians and Muuns looking to have payback for having their assets frozen by the Empire.
He would open a channel to the docking authority. "This is Mr. Thek. Requesting permission to land."
~Radim Thek
Leader of the Krayt Dragons
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| Victor_Mallix | Date: Sunday, 27 Nov 2011, 2:36 PM | Message # 8 |
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| Mallix would wait for a reception party.
Victor Mallix
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Ex-Banking Clan Executive
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| Valin_Rall | Date: Sunday, 27 Nov 2011, 10:26 PM | Message # 9 |
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| OOM-19 and OOM-13 were both still in the flight control room, making sure those few vessels coming in would not crash into each other when they picked up the call of the three vessels arriving. "Mr. Thek, this is OOM-13, the south-east landing pad is clear. Come in from the north, then slightly shift your flight path to south-east." After the droid spoke, it immediately uploaded the flight path to the three vessels that Thek arrived with, helping in calculating their approach to ensure there safety in landing.
On the landing pad that was cleared for Victor Mallix was already a party waiting. Five members of the Neimoidian Gunnery Battalion, a few of the troops that stayed with the CIS remnants would be waiting, along with an escort of six B1 battle droids, their weapons held and waiting as they stood silently. When Victor approached, the group would show them the way into the large causeway that moved over one of the lower lava rivers below. Those that arrived would be lead through the walk ways and into a large meeting room, in the center a large round table with sections open to allow others to step into the center to speak.
Rall sat quietly at the head of the round table, his hands clasped together as he rest his chin upon them, waiting for those that had arrived to take their seats as he opened a folder in front of him, looking through the few reports that his own people had been gathering.
Lord Rall of Queyta
Lord of Winter and Hero of Rhen Var
Knight-General of Drongar
Destroyer of Worlds
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| Radim_Thek | Date: Monday, 28 Nov 2011, 6:21 AM | Message # 10 |
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| "Mr. Thek out." That was all that needed to be said. He wasn't just there to listen to Rall. He also wanted to see if Rall could help with his own agenda. The Belbullab-22, along with the Toscans, would follow the designated path laid out by OOM-13. Because they were flying at a casual speed, it would take little more than a few minutes to eventually land onto the southeast pier. After that was being done, Radim powered the engines down, so did his men.
Each of them got out of the cockpit, getting onto the permacrete floor. Each of them has a C-10 Dragoneye attached to their holster, shout were attached to their belt. The trio would await the welcoming committee.
~Radim Thek
Leader of the Krayt Dragons
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| Valin_Rall | Date: Tuesday, 29 Nov 2011, 1:03 AM | Message # 11 |
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| Waiting on the landing pad that Mr. Thek had been given the flight path for, was a squad of B1 battle droids. The droids standing at attention, with their commander speaking up. "Mr. Thek, this way please. Lord Rall is waiting in the meeting room." The droid would turn as he and his squad escorted Thek and his guards down the large causeway towards the facility before them and down the halls. When they reached it, two of the droids in the squad opened the doors that lead into the large meeting room, only shutting them after Thek and his men stepped into the room. Rall sitting there quietly as he looked to the two that stood there as he spoke up.
"Gentlemen take your seats if you'd please. I'm sure you can find somewhere that you'll feel comfortable." Rall of course was sitting in a position where he could see anyone entering and exiting the room. A habit he had gained during the Clone Wars as he waited for those to sit as he looked at the folder before him, opening it as he began to flip through the few papers.
Lord Rall of Queyta
Lord of Winter and Hero of Rhen Var
Knight-General of Drongar
Destroyer of Worlds
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| Victor_Mallix | Date: Tuesday, 29 Nov 2011, 6:37 AM | Message # 12 |
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| Victor Judahlevine Mallixsteinberg took a seat next to Kruus, his bodyguard rolled in the barrel full of vinegar in which the dying Calamari child was, still bumping around gently as it died, not of bleeding, nor the burning agony of the wound, nor of the acidic content of the vinegar, but because it's gills were giving out, attempting to process vinegar being too much for it.
He salivated gently as he reclined in the chair, looking forward to scoffing down the child once it died. "I brought some refreshment" he spoke, tapping happily on the small cask. "Do you have an Agenda for us to look at?"
Victor Mallix
Merchant Venturer
Ex-Banking Clan Executive
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| Radim_Thek | Date: Wednesday, 30 Nov 2011, 7:47 AM | Message # 13 |
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| Mr. Thek and his guards would follow the battle droids. Before eventually getting into the conference room, with his guards leaning against the wall close to their leader. The black human was about to sit down when he spotted both Kruus and Mallix. He recognized them during the Clone Wars, and worse, he recognized them as slavers with no regards concerning other sentient beings. He, along with his gang back on Taris, were firmly against slavery. Thek looked at Rall, "You invited slavers to this meeting?"
He was getting tense. What had set the man off was that Mallix had killed that Calamari baby just to eat it. He took out the Dragoneye and pointed it at the Muun. His guards did the same, and pointed it at Kruus as well. They didn't fire a shot yet. "They don't deserve to be here. They have no respect for anyone." He had an opportunity that many who doesn't like slavers doesn't, and that is to take them out of picture.
The trio didn't fire a shot yet, perhaps because Thek wanted to give the slavers, or Rall a chance to explain. There was an irony in this, actually. He was a human that was firmly against slavery, while the men across weren't humans, and their job were to sell and capture slaves.
~Radim Thek
Leader of the Krayt Dragons
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| Valin_Rall | Date: Wednesday, 30 Nov 2011, 1:56 PM | Message # 14 |
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| Rall was quickly becoming irritated, he invited the parties here for a neutral meeting, one that would was to dictate the future of the Separatist remnants through out the galaxy. A quick sharp whistle would fill the room, the four doors that lead into the large meeting hall opened as four droidekas along with a couple squads of B1 battle droids and B2 battle droids filed in, standing at attention with weapons ready before Rall spoke up. "Mr. Thek, holster your weapon and sit down, that goes along with those guards you've brought with you. I invited all parties here for a very important meeting, and the trivialities that caused problems in the former Confederacy will not break apart this new council. If you wish for that to happen, then I have no use for you to be sitting on this council that will decide the fate of the future of those Confederacy Remnants that are in the galaxy with out leadership." Rall brought his hand up as he motioned to the droids that had come in, the droids standing down, yet still on guard as they remained in the room. There had been much arguing in the old council during the Clone Wars, with each leader having their own goals, and it was this thought that ultimately lead to its down fall, not some shadowy figure like Darth Sidious or Dooku. It was the stupidity and arguing of the council that lead to it, and it's ultimate destruction on Mustafar when they were stupid enough to move there without question.
He leaned forward as he rested his elbows on the large table, his chin sitting on his hands for a moment before he sat up and straightened himself out as he brushed out a few wrinkles on his shirt. "This is how I see it gentlemen. There are Confederacy Remnants spread across the galaxy, of which each of you represent a part of it. We are rebuilding the Confederacy council here on Queyta. I may not have the largest fleet, yet if you notice, I have the largest army. One capable of taking a planet and holding it if used. This is the choice you get, join this council and accept the fact that I will be heading it, unless that is, you'd prefer to have that snake Shiva to stalk the shadows of this base and claim to be the leader, just as Dooku and Sidious had during the Clone Wars."
Rall had spoken his peace, he spoke the plan to rebuild the Confederacy Council which he would lead, not some shadowy figure that the former council was stupid enough to trust. He gave a simple ultimatum, they could join the council with him as the head, or they could go and join Shiva or remain broken apart with out any strength. He was tired of the in fighting that the Confederacy had fallen to, he was tired of others claiming to have commanded his actions and the actions of others in the CIS from the shadows as if they should be grateful to them for still being alive in a galaxy where the republic had become twisted into a government that was far worse that what they faced in the Clone Wars.
Lord Rall of Queyta
Lord of Winter and Hero of Rhen Var
Knight-General of Drongar
Destroyer of Worlds
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| Victor_Mallix | Date: Wednesday, 30 Nov 2011, 3:26 PM | Message # 15 |
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| "Excellent, so we have the army, where do we strike Lord of Queyta, Lord of Winter, Hero of Rhen Var, Knight General of Drongar, The Destroyer of Worlds!" he said with a traditional Muun salute. "You have my loyalty." he pulled from the barrel the now dead Calamari child and ripped from it it's head, tossing it over to Kruus "For you old boy!" he chuckled.
He pulled the dead being's heart out and offered it to Rall "Lord Rall, I offer you the best meat on this sweetmeat as a token of supplication. Shiva has betrayed us!" his Trandoshan bodyguard shifted heavily, hefting it's concussion rifle meaningfully. If need be he would blow up most of the chamber if his principle was killed.
Victor Mallix
Merchant Venturer
Ex-Banking Clan Executive
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