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The Delegation to Trandosha
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| Jcep_Snar | Date: Thursday, 23 Aug 2012, 12:17 PM | Message # 1 |
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| The diplomatic Lambda-class shuttle that emerged near Trandosha bore the markings of the Argazdan world. On board, a number of dignitaries awaited landing upon the world, where they were to meet with the War-chief and newly-elected Senator of Trandosha, Mrash. Having been sent at the behest of the Prime Minister, they were endowed with the ability to make certain deals and accords, albeit after informing S'nar, in the hopes that the Trandoshan and Argazdan people would be brought to better relations.
Prime Minister, Argazda
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| Mrash | Date: Sunday, 09 Sep 2012, 0:28 AM | Message # 2 |
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| While the delegation was expected, they still had to follow the laws of Trandosha. The moment that their Lambda class shuttle dropped from hyperspace it was picked up on the sensors of the Luckrehulk in orbit, the crew members on board opened a channel to the shuttle. "Argazzzzdan shuttle. Remain on your currrrent heading. You will be essssscorted into the hanger." When the message cut out two Nova sword space superiority fighters pulled closer to the shuttle, coming up on its port and starboard side to bring it into the hanger of the vessel that had been turned into an orbiting station.
Mrash
Lord of Hsskhor
War Chief of Trandosha
Master of the Mytaranor Sector
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| Jcep_Snar | Date: Sunday, 09 Sep 2012, 7:50 AM | Message # 3 |
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| The Lambda's pilot received the message over clear comms. "Copy that, Trandosha Control. Remaining on current heading." Maintaining their current speed even when the pair of Novasword fighters came alongside, they continued on their path. Once inside the hangar of the Lucrehulk, the shuttle set down gently, it's chin ramp lowering to allow the Argazdans within to emerge. In the lead was Ambassador Kur'kis S'nar, one of the Prime Minister's cousins, who was followed by his protocol droid and a number of lesser dignitaries. He was rather curious to meet the Trandoshan dignitaries, having not had extensive communications with this particular race before.
Prime Minister, Argazda
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| Mrash | Date: Wednesday, 12 Sep 2012, 11:28 AM | Message # 4 |
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| [No point in continuing, leaving AGW]
Mrash
Lord of Hsskhor
War Chief of Trandosha
Master of the Mytaranor Sector
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| Tssk | Date: Saturday, 29 Sep 2012, 5:33 PM | Message # 5 |
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| Once onboard the Lucrehulks left arm, the delegation would be ushered past a wall of sturdy containers enclosing part of the hangar. The chatter of scared and the cries of children came over the wall of the slave pit. All around were stern Trandoshans, showing little sign of emotion as they examined these newcomers, although many just continued the daily bustle. The hangar was uncomfortably warm, as suited the lizardlike Trandoshans.
All around were piles of junk, scrap merchants and the other assorted vendors which always went along with what was essentially a city in space. Along the high walls of the hangars many shelves extended out, holding landing pads and ramshackle housing built into the hangar wall. Music played from a small Cantina built into an old MTT sitting half dismantled at the edge of the section they were in.
There were a number of free aliens around, and many humans too, mixed in and out of the bustling space-slum that filled much of the hangars aboard the ship. It was notable that those with slave collars were almost as common as the free, with numerous trusted slaves being allowed to work for their masters in relative freedom, unlike behind the walls of the slave pens in which the "Planetary Treasury" was held in abject misery, wanting for food, sanitation, water, medical care and even in some cases clothing. Behind the wall was a city unto itself, with its own system of rules and enforcement - not that the Trandoshans gave a damn. Groups of manacled slaves could be seen being lead along to a wide bellied transport taking up a good deal of space in the centre of the hangar, with the wails of parents separated from children echoing across the giant room in a multitude of tongues.
"Thissss way pleasssse" would be the only words spoken to the Argazdans.
After reaching the nearest lift, escorted by a group of four Red Skull Trandoshans, the Argazdans would see a rather different picture as they slid in the transport tube which lead to Tssk's palace in the core of the old Droid ship, outside the hangars, the non-critical areas of the ship were generally uninhabited and empty aside from service droids vacuuming up dust in the empty corridors.
Tssk
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War Chief of Trandosha
Brood Chief of the Red Skull Clan
Bounty Hunter (Guild Member)
Noted Hunter of Wookiees
"Aoacwo coaoohurcrrwo ooww orraoaacahrcacoo" - "The Scourge of Kachirho"
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| Jcep_Snar | Date: Saturday, 29 Sep 2012, 5:51 PM | Message # 6 |
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| The Argazdan group were eight in number, with two ceremonial guards. The sight pleased the ambassador himself, who was a supporter of what many Argazdans referred to as the 'Old Ways,' and that many frowned upon, though the current regime supported. Remaining quiet as they passed through the strange mix of misery and fortune, they followed their guide into the transport lift. As they traveled towards Tssk's palace, although they'd not known of the regime change, S'nar took the chance to ask their guide, "So what is this Mrash like? We did not get to speak to him overmuch."
Prime Minister, Argazda
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| Tssk | Date: Saturday, 29 Sep 2012, 5:53 PM | Message # 7 |
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| Tssk was sitting in a throne room with the Elders of his court assembled, seated in a circular pattern facing the door. Unusually (to the newcomers at least) they would spot a Muun and a Human sad alongside the Councillors. There was a table shaped like a horse-shoe infront of the members of the War Chief's Court. The air was heady with incense and the smoke of various narcotics being smoked in the room.
Grizzly hunting trophies were hung along the walls and the floor was carpeted with a fur that would prove to be on closer examination, Wookiee skin. Near the door of the room tied to a post was a small panting mound of flesh which would turn its eyes up to the Argazdans as they entered the room. It was a shaven Wookiee, it's limbs removed above the knee and it's arms above the elbow, it's once obviously musclar frame now gaunt and pale, the skin hanging off the bones. The Wookiee had numerous bites across it's skin which oozed blood, around it lay the bodies of two Lizard Rodents, it having been the sport of the Court some minutes ago to bait this pitiful creature with the needle sharp jaws of the aggressive little animals. The walls were also adorned with a large number of weapons from seemingly all cultures and times.
The Muun (a Victor Mallix, the man who had engineered Tssk's rise) would lean forward and speak quietly to Tssk as he put one hand on the haft of his concussion rifle, leaning against his throne/chair "Argasssssdans.. welcome.. Speak not basic well, transsssslation I will be ussssing." he exposed all his teeth in a smile (rather uncomfortable for a human when faced with a giant lizard) and said in Dosh "Ashkrik" gesturing to the Wookiee (Bleed your enemies dry).
A Protocol Droid moved to next to where Tssk sat as his claws tapped on the barrel of his concussion rifle. "His Ferociousness the War Chief of Trandosha, Tssk, bids you strangers welcome and offers you greeting. He understands you were expecting to meet the former holder of the position by the name of "Mrash"?" spoke the Droid's rather fussy Coreward accent.
Tssk
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War Chief of Trandosha
Brood Chief of the Red Skull Clan
Bounty Hunter (Guild Member)
Noted Hunter of Wookiees
"Aoacwo coaoohurcrrwo ooww orraoaacahrcacoo" - "The Scourge of Kachirho"
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| Jcep_Snar | Date: Saturday, 29 Sep 2012, 6:01 PM | Message # 8 |
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| The protocol droid accompanying S'nar whispered something quietly in S'nar's ear for a moment and then the Argazdan advanced three steps and bowed, noting both the Muun and the human, but focusing upon Tssk. "Perhaps we were mistaken. If Tssk and not Mrash is now War Chief of Trandosha, then I am honored to meet the esteemed War Chief. I have the honor to be Kur'kis S'nar, Ambassador of Argazda to the Trandoshan world. If translation will aide the War Chief, then we shall speak through such means."
S'nar did feel that twinge of fear at the smile; indeed, few would not and S'nar was no warrior; he was a politician through and through, but he'd not been beyond using backstabbing and assassination to help his cousin. It was for these cutthroat policies that J'cep S'nar had entrusted the Argazdan to this mission. "I bid welcome from Prime Minister J'cep S'nar, ruler of Argazda, with a message of friendship and an offer."
Prime Minister, Argazda
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| Tssk | Date: Saturday, 29 Sep 2012, 6:21 PM | Message # 9 |
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| Tssk gave a sequence of guttural grunts and click. He reached down to the side of his chair and tossed the embalmed leg of Mrash so it landed with a squelch infront of Jcep. The Trandoshans in the room rocked back and forth chuckling loudly in a vaguely uncanny reptilian tone. The human gave a wry smile and the Muun appeared unmoved (but they always did).
The Protocol Droid cleared it's throat after the chuckles had died down. "His Ferociousness wishes to invite you to converse with what is left of his predecessor before continuing to converse with him. The inflection in the second syllable of the first word inferred it was a jest and not a literal invitation to converse with a preserved limb." explained the fussy protocol droid.
The War Chief leant back in his chair and made some guttural noises to the Droid. "Well met, Ambassador Kur'kis S'nar. Before business the Chief wishes to bestow gifts upon you as guests to his court. Firstly extending to you the invitation to sit and sample some sweetmeats. Is there any form of narcotic or other consciousness altering chemical we can offer? Drinks? Dancing girls or boys? Name your pleasure."
A number of comfortable padded hand carved wooden chairs were brought in by slaves, unmistakably of Wookiee manufacture, they had been seized in a raid some years ago and were considered antiques. Tssk reached out to the table and took a steaming drug bowl and inhaled from it, sitting back in the chair. Tssk was a warrior, indeed it was pretty apparent that he was having his stings pulled from elsewhere, for he was an excellent warrior, but easily lead by those he trusted and with little in depth political awareness outside of the generality of galactic politics depicted on the media networks. He was, if not a pawn of others, certainly heavily influenced by his Court.
Strangely, this lack of political savvy was embraced by the Council of Elders, it caused Tssk to stay out of the day to day operation of their regions and to ask little of them while listening to their advice reverently. Tssk did not intend to enter the halls of the Senate or swank around Imperial Center, he was an old style Trandoshan Chief who was never happier than with a vibrobayonet on his concussion rifle while making a great slaughter of the Wookiees. Broadly, this anti-Wookiee policy was pleasing to the Empire too as it generated considerable opportunity to help create a labour force for the Emperor's classified projects and all that was asked in return was for the Empire to turn a blind eye to the traditional sport of the Trandoshans.
Tssk
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War Chief of Trandosha
Brood Chief of the Red Skull Clan
Bounty Hunter (Guild Member)
Noted Hunter of Wookiees
"Aoacwo coaoohurcrrwo ooww orraoaacahrcacoo" - "The Scourge of Kachirho"
Message edited by Tssk - Saturday, 29 Sep 2012, 6:41 PM |
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| Jcep_Snar | Date: Saturday, 29 Sep 2012, 6:50 PM | Message # 10 |
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| Looking at the leg, an unpleasant smile spread over S'nar's face. Tssk and S'nar were, in some ways it seemed, alike, though Tssk was more bloodthirsty in a literal sense and S'nar ambition and bloodthirstiness emerged in the political arena. Nonetheless, S'nar had the feeling that the War Chief would be easy in a number of regards to get along with, albeit following proper decorum. Once again, S'nar glanced curiously at the Muun and then back to Tssk.
"Tell the War Chief that the leg of Mrash looks as unworthy of my conversation as Mrash himself was to claim the title of Lord of Trandosha. We accept his gifts with gratitude." Already some of the Argazdans behind S'nar, his sycophants, were whispering excitedly about the prospect of dancing girls (or boys, in one case), and certainly about the narcotics. S'nar himself was a spice-user from time to time, but such things for him were withheld until after business was transacted, so as his gathering took their places with their own words of thanks, S'nar seated himself after bowing once again.
"Tell the War Chief that I have a gift in return for agreeing to meet with us: freighters bearing one hundred Lorrdians, male, female and children, captured in their filthy war against honest Argazdan miners on the world of Slovo. It is a great honor to present these to the War Chief in the hopes that we might come to a fruitful agreement between our peoples."
Prime Minister, Argazda
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| Argus_Myjector | Date: Saturday, 29 Sep 2012, 7:01 PM | Message # 11 |
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| "If I might interupt this dialogue Gentlemen." spoke Justice Myjector for the first time. He gave what was not a bad approximation of the Trandoshan hand gesture for apology before going on. "Ambassador, I am Argus Myjector, Imperial Justice of the Kashyyyk System, just to clarify so I can make sure that everyone in the room heard correctly and to clarify that this is entirely legal. I take it you meant to say that you are asking the services of the Imperial Justice System and it's deputized enforcers (in the form of War Chief Tssk's Police) to remove a number of illegal stowaways from your vessels who are attempting to travel without paperwork or Imperial scrutiny?
Naturally, the sentence for such a crime would likely be an extended if not indefinite indenture and pending a nominal payment to the Empire of say 10% of their Market Price, they will be released as chattels to War Chief Tssk? Yes, I'm quite sure that is what I heard you say.
So you are aware Mr Snar.. you ought to warn all such Lorrdian stowaways that I will make an example of them if they break Imperial Hypernautic Authority regulations by attempting to travel in this manner and will punish them to the fullest penalty allowed by the law; a lifetime chattel indenture."
The Honourable Argus Myjector
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Imperial Justice for the Kashyyyk System
Branded by Wookiee Media "Enslaver Myjector"
Owner of Jonex Mining Company Ltd. used mostly for tax avoidance.
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| Tssk | Date: Saturday, 29 Sep 2012, 7:10 PM | Message # 12 |
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| There was a click as Tssk fastened his left claw around the barrel of his rifle rather too tightly at being interrupted. Although as the Judge spoke, the Protocol Droid quietly informed him that the Judge needed to say these words to make the Emperor and their Dagger ships approve the age old trade of both the Trandoshans and the Argazdans.
After the Judge finished he rapped his claws on the rifle's muzzle once more, giving a number of prefunctory noises. A number of platters of various delicacies were brought in, with care having been taken to assure they were all "technically" edible to humans. A number of bowcasters were brought to the guests and deposited, as well as numerous items of antiquated Wookiee jewelry as well as boxes of rare spice from other cultures. The final gift was a boxed top of the line Stouker Concussion Rifle in a chrome case, with vibrobayonet attachment.
The Protocol Droid spoke again "These are the other gifts his Ferociousness spoke of. He warmly accepts your request for aid in removing these 100 Lorrdian stowaways from your hold with the greatest of haste."
Tssk
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War Chief of Trandosha
Brood Chief of the Red Skull Clan
Bounty Hunter (Guild Member)
Noted Hunter of Wookiees
"Aoacwo coaoohurcrrwo ooww orraoaacahrcacoo" - "The Scourge of Kachirho"
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| Jcep_Snar | Date: Saturday, 29 Sep 2012, 7:16 PM | Message # 13 |
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| S'nar looked at the human with something akin to Tssk's earlier grin. "I do not know quite who you are, sir, but I believe I shall inform the other five hundred Lorrdians who... shall we say, fled Destrando City, that they must evacuate my ships before they reach Trandosha. If not, well, they should have been more responsible." S'nar's laugh was less than pleasant. If Myjector red the Kanz Sector News, though likely he did not, he would be aware of the missing six hundred Lorrdians that had not been recovered and were not likely to be.
The man's knowledge of the Imperial legal system marked him as some kind of law enforcement official; what rank, S'nar did not know, but the cut of his clothing and manner of speech were far beyond some simple local patrolman on the take. "I did not catch your name?" With the unfamiliarity of the legal workers from system to system, S'nar could not yet know that this was the infamous Enslaver Myjector, or so the Wookiees called the man.
As the gifts were brought out, the Argazdan party oohed in delight, especially over the bowcasters, which were a rare gift and not often seen outside of Wookiee use. S'nar's eyes were drawn to the Stouker Concussion Rifle, but he knew his cousin as Prime Minister would likely snatch that up. There was a coup of sorts, a quiet one, brewing on Argazda anyway. The Old Ways would soon return if the S'nar family had anything to say about it.
"Tell the War Chief that we are not worthy of such beautiful gifts, but we accept them gladly. Please inform him as well that there are five hundred more Lorrdian stowaways that are en route to Trandosha as we speak. These unfortunate lawbreakers must know Imperial justice in its harshest form for such transgressions.
"If I may be so bold in the War Chief's presence, I would ask that, in his eyes, what could Argazda do for Trandosha, just as I would ask, what could Trandosha do for Argazda?"
Prime Minister, Argazda
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| Tssk | Date: Saturday, 29 Sep 2012, 7:41 PM | Message # 14 |
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| The droid spoke again for Tssk. "If you wish to have us remove unticketed passengers who fail to carry ID from your vessels. We will happily do so and will then purchase their chattel indentures from the Empire to sell them on - or we will happily sell them back to you, with all relevant legal documentation of their unfree status for only 20% over the value you sell them to us. In these times where the law is everywhere, even Argazdans must surely see that they require such validation." In these words Tssk was offering an excellent deal, to buy slaves and launder them for the Argazdans, at a small fee, and then allow buying back at a fixed rather than market rate. The teeming slave market of the Lucrehulk they were in traded over 1000 slaves a day, and thanks to Justice Myjector it was all done within the law.
"Now, if we wish to speak of wider arrangements, his Ferociousness would ask for a pledge of your support for his cause of ridding the many moons across this system and elsewhere, first settled by Trandoshans, of Wookiee inhabitants. The Trandoshans are a peace loving and passive people." The sarcasm of this last sentence even came across through the droids translation, and there was a chuckle across the room. "And so a guarantee of aid in the event this type of conflict erupted would be appreciated. It is wished that we might have cause for further peaceful congress. Your traders will be welcomed on Hsskhor and there is great demand for technological products among the people.
Also, we are willing to offer limited support for your own world. This includes mutual recognition and guarantee of sovereignty. We also offer a hundred of our warriors to serve your people, we feel there is much you might learn from their techniques. In exchange, we demand Argazda grant certain concessions. That our Hunters carrying Imperial Peace Keeping Certificates may move unimpeded by your law enforcement when pursuing targets. Also, that you allow Trandoshans to travel in their Dropships (branded incorrectly as such, they are mere pleasure yachts) onto worlds containing Lorrdians and to allow them to come and go without let or hinderance."
Tssk sniffed at his drug bowl, focusing his baleful red eyes upon the human ambassador. Of course he hadn't just said all of that, it was largely a pre-worded statement his Council had drafted earlier and which had been edited and fed to the droid by Victor Mallix via a datapad. The War Chief flexed his head to one side and uttered a few phrases to the Droid. "His Ferociousness adds.." said the Droid, taking a minute to translate the exact meaning of the sentence "that he will not eat you, and will not cause your people to be eaten or enslaved by his own." the growls around the room which were Trandoshan laughter were mildly ominous.
Tssk
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War Chief of Trandosha
Brood Chief of the Red Skull Clan
Bounty Hunter (Guild Member)
Noted Hunter of Wookiees
"Aoacwo coaoohurcrrwo ooww orraoaacahrcacoo" - "The Scourge of Kachirho"
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| Jcep_Snar | Date: Saturday, 29 Sep 2012, 8:04 PM | Message # 15 |
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| "The War Chief is most generous," S'nar responded, "But in the case of these particular Lorrdian passengers, it would be much better for Argazda if they were to simply disappear into the greater system, so to speak. Argazda itself cannot benefit directly from Lorrdian slaves, lest we risk a direct confrontation with Lorrd, which we may not be able to win."
S'nar considered the terms set before him by the Trandoshan War Chief. Cocking his head to the side for a moment, S'nar studied the lizard-like being and then straightened. "Inform the War Chief that Argazda will more than happily pledge military aid in helping the always peace-loving and passive Trandoshans against the terrors of the warlike and despised Wookiee threat." S'nar's own tone dripped with amusement and sarcasm as well.
"Mutual recognition and sovereignty is assured between our worlds, and the offer of the fearsome Trandoshan warriors is a great boon to our people, in the hopes that we might better learn your ways. Trandoshan hunters bearing the seal of the Imperial Peacekeeping Certificate may move within the Argazda System without fear if they must pursue a bounty, with even the aid of our patrol ships should the need arise to capture some foul miscreant. As well, any worlds where Argazda holds a majority rule may be transversed without fear of Argazdan interference, but be wary of worlds where Lorrdians hold the majority sway; they will not be so... understanding."
When the War Chief promised not to eat S'nar or enslave the Argazdan people, S'nar's green face paled slightly, and then he recovered. "Tell the War Chief his offer is most gracious, and that Argazda looks forward to working in concert with the esteemed Trandoshan peoples."
Prime Minister, Argazda
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