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Post by Nicademus Delvardus IV on Dec 5, 2017 21:13:56 GMT -8
The city of Mariunhus, once the headquarters and luxurious home of the InterGalactic Banking Clan. It had been Imperialized by the First Order through the diligence of the government and funds spent on revitalizing the city after the devastation wrought by the IGBC's final defiance against the Imperials. Now the banners of the Imperial nation fly high above the spires, a grand statue of Nicademus Delvardus was situated within the Central District of the city's limits, and its streets were filled with Imperial citizens. The former IGBC headquarters had been transformed into an Imperial complex, utilized by high-ranking officers, with a personal suite for the Supreme Commander, for relaxation. Despite the mining processes that were still undergoing beneath the surface of this small metropolis.
The suite had not been requested by Nicademus, for he did not like such extravagance, but it was a birthday gift, from the Imperial Civil Services and the Imperial High Command, to commemorate his leadership and drive that helped form the First Order. The Imperial had visited it a few times during the war, but as the conflict winded down and an important event loomed on the horizon, he felt a trip was needed. With Illaria Ren beside him and their infant children, the twins Octavian and Fiora, in their presence, the Supreme Commander made the trip as a family and a much-needed break from the preparations being made back in Harnaidan.
Imperial Knights were stationed on his floor, along with Special Operations Stormtroopers, which were given eagle-eye views of the complex and within other rooms, their presence at this location felt like it turned Mariunhus into a fortress overnight. That day, Nicademus give a speech at an Imperial rally to his citizens and soldiers, rousing their spirits and confidence as the Imperial always managed to do. A roar of applause and cheers greeted him before, during and after he spoke before retiring to the complex that night.
Nicademus gazes out at the nightlife of Mariunhus which lit up the dark sky that loomed overhead. It reminded him of the times before, when he was a simple security officer on Eriadu, and went to a bar for a drink after his shift. His attention turned away from the view as his ears caught the sound of Fiora who was getting fussy that Octavian was getting attention. Though that was because he was being fed, she was nonetheless jealous it seemed. The Imperial walks over, picking up his daughter to give her attention to calm down the child.
Tell me, Illaria, have you already begun plotting how to train them to stress out and fool with their father? Knowing them, they will certainly inherit some of your mischevious nature. I know you too well after all.
He chuckles lightly, waving a couple fingers in front of Fiora's face to distract the child for now.
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Post by Illaria Ren on Dec 7, 2017 18:53:46 GMT -8
Illaria always enjoyed these little getaways she had with Nicademus, however few they were able to sneak off on. It was not often anymore that they were able to spend time alone, especially since the arrival of the twins.
Cradling Octavian in her arms, Illaria stretched herself along the length of the couch as she nursed him. Her body had finally returned to its normal state after spending those nine long months carrying both of the twins, so she held no qualms about attempting to draw Nicademus’ eyes to her as a method of distraction. As he asked his question, she merely hummed in acknowledgement of the Imperial’s query as a smile slowly spread across her lips.
“Not yet.” Pulling herself to her feet, Illaria walks over to Octavian’s crib and places him down to sleep, tucking the blanket around his tiny body. “I hardly think your father can handle me right now, much less you and your sister both pestering him too.” She spoke melodiously to their son before turning to look up at Nicademus, her sweet smile twisted more into an inviting smirk. “They need time to be children, first. Then I will teach them everything they need to know.”
Finally taking the time to readjust her clothing, the Knight of Ren casually throws the fabric of her thick shimmersilk-lined mantle over one of her shoulders, once more concealing her chest and the upper half of her abdomen. A deep obsidian ankle-length wrap loosely hung low on her hips, the light material swaying and brushing across her legs with every step she took toward the Imperial. “Now tell me Nicademus, why are we here? I hardly think you brought me here for a marathon session of play and pleasure. That would have been much easier without the twins.”
Flashing him a suspicious look, the shapeshifter pauses in front of him, standing with her hands on her hips. “And I don’t believe you just brought me here to flatter me all night long. Did you?” It was more of a rhetorical question than anything else, but Illaria was curious to know his motives because she could tell something was up. Her lips curled into a smile once more as she walked alongside Nicademus and stood on the tips of her toes to whisper in his ear. Her voice was low and soft, her lips lightly brushing against his ear as she spoke, “I’m not wearing anything beneath my clothes…”
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Post by Nicademus Delvardus IV on Dec 7, 2017 19:16:17 GMT -8
'Keep yourself compose,' thought Nicademus the moment Illaria whispered those words of temptation into his ear as the Imperial laid their daughter down in her crib. 'I bet you will get plenty of action once this is done, just focus,' his thoughts speaking to him once more. That was hard to do, unfortunately, given the physical attractiveness of the woman that the Supreme Commander took as his lover. The Imperial exhales slightly, the best he could do in this situation to relax the sudden tension in his muscles.
I did bring us here for an important reason, Illaria... and I felt that we needed the privacy for this reason.
Nicademus gazes down at Illaria for a moment longer before turning away to gaze at the small city of Mariunhus. His hand reached up to his breast pocket, feeling the small box that rested against his person. Thankfully the overcoat he usually wore was enough to keep the item in question hidden. Then there was the reminder of Illaria being force sensitive, she probably suspected what may come for all he knew! Focus, the Imperial's thoughts said, focus.
As you know, in just a few short weeks, I will accept the proposal of my military, my officers, and my people to take the title of Emperor, thus beginning a new dynasty not seen since the Fel Empire. That achievement could not have been made, however, without your help, Illaria.
The Supreme Commander turns to look at Illaria, his hand noticeably within his breast pocket for a moment longer. Then slowly, it retreats outward, resting beside him. His gloved hand hiding the item within his tightly coiled fingers.
You, Illaria Ren, you who made me a father, you who gave me love, you who... who...
Suddenly, he was lost with his words. Something that Nicademus had never done before. He chuckles lightly, before his eyes glance over at his sleeping offspring. He had never expected their existence, the two coming as a surprise to him in the aftermath of the Battle of Dantooine. Yet Nicademus remembers how he welcomed their coming with open arms and a joy within his heart.
His gaze did not linger for long as they returned once more to Illaria.
It seems words cannot profess just what you have done for me, Illaria. For once, words cannot do justice for what you have given me, for what you have done for me. It does prove that you are truly the woman I have been looking for all my life.
Suddenly, the Imperial took a knee before Illaria, gazing upward at her vibrant features. His right hand, hiding the reason for this venture, uncoils to reveal a small reddish box. His left-hand rises, lifting the lid to reveal a ring, nestled within some cushiony fabric. His gaze does not break from hers.
I still need an Empress, Illaria. And only you, the mother of my children and the love of my life, can be her.
He raises the small box up to her.
Illaria, will you marry me?
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Post by Illaria Ren on Dec 17, 2017 18:52:05 GMT -8
Illaria took a deep breath as Nicademus got down on one knee and asked her the question that she knew had been coming. The room spun around her, just as this world continued spinning on its axis, before going dark. In a matter of seconds, the Imperial who had been kneeling before her faded into nothingness and was replaced with the most unwelcome of sights. The Shapeshifter's nostrils flared in annoyance as she became visibly flustered, even more so when she found that it was now her down upon her knees before a mighty throne of shadows and vitreous gold. She could not see him, but that did not matter. His was a presence you could feel, but did not dare to see.
The Knight of Ren knew precisely what was waiting for her within the depths of darkness, and that it was nothing she wished to rouse.
The Master of the Knights of Ren.
Head bowed more out of avoidance than subservience, Illaria sought to make herself as small and unnoticeable as possible. The room she suddenly found herself in was void-frozen and sent chills resonating throughout her body. She knew this was all done with a purpose, to make her as uncomfortable as possible.
The Master of the Knights of Ren gazed down upon Illaria and was silent for several long heart beats. The Shapeshifter could feel the weight of his full attention upon her and wished more than anything, to be able to escape his notice right now. She knew she had not been summoned because the Master wished to praise her – quite the opposite, in fact.
“I sense your struggle, your hesitation...” His voice, alone, disturbed her given that his words were not spoken in a tone indicating anger, but rather lulled her into a false sense of security with the conveyed concern.
The Master leaned forward in his throne then, his shrouded hand resting upon her cheek. “Why do you hesitate? Your thoughts are not so easily hidden from me, my Lady Ren.” And she would do well to remember as much before responding to her master.
"If my thoughts are so apparent, then you tell me." Illaria snapped back in an insolent tone, knowing immediately that she was going to regret opening her mouth at all. In response, his hand slipped down beneath her chin, gripping it painfully tight as he forced her to meet his ethereal gaze. It was as if he saw right through her, his sight burning through the confines of her mind. The Knight attempted to hide the discomfort of his close scrutiny and broke with his line of sight – weakness was never tolerated here.
“I sense your desires... your thoughts... your hopes and dreams... You are like an open book to me. You cannot hide the truth. I know you want to say yes and yet, I sense you are about to say no...” The Master lifted her chin, once more forcing her to raise her head and meet his fiery gaze. But even then, she really only saw his shadowy form upon its throne and all her talent for seeing with the Force could not reveal anything further to her. The Master leaned forward then, his face drawing closer to her own and coming to a stop mere inches away.
“You want him and we need him..." He moved his head to examine her more closely, his grip upon her face tightening. "The closer you are to him, the closer we are to our goal. Victory is almost within our grasp." The Master spoke with some finality, as if he were so sure of himself. His face twisted into a horribly demented grin as he looked upon the Shapeshifter.
"You know what I want,” he chided her almost as if she were a misbehaving child. “I want it, and I will get it because you will be the one to deliver it to me."
She knew the answer to this.
"Control." Illaria breathlessly stated, more unnerved than she had ever been in the Master's presence.
"Always my clever girl.” He stroked her face with the backside of his hand. "You will never let me down, now will you?" When the Shapeshifter remained silent and stoic in her orneriness, he struck her across the face, sending her flying across his throne room. Illaria knew better than to cry out, as much pain as she was subjected to, she knew it would exponentially increase with any sound she made. Attempting to pick herself up off the floor, the Knight failed at first and resolved to simply crawl back to her position—prostrate in front of her master. "Will you let me down, my dear Lady Ren?" The Master asked once more, his patience clearly tried by both her silence and insolence earlier.
"No, Master." She practically whispered as she bowed her head once more, watching her blood pool onto the ivory floor, staining it a deep haematic colour from the newly acquired gash across her cheekbone and lip split down the middle.
"Good, good. You know what the price of failure is." He said nonchalantly as he gripped her throat with the force, squeezing upon it and choking her for a few seconds before finally releasing his hold. Gasping for breath, Illaria collapsed to the floor, attempting to regain her carefully controlled composure. "Or perhaps the cost shall take a higher toll...”
It was then that several figures appeared in shafts of light off to her side – Harnan, Nicademus, Octavian, and Fiora. But they weren't really here, not really. They were nothing more than mere specters of her mind's eye. Illaria knew that their likenesses had been ripped from her mind earlier. The Master looked to each of them and using his hand to grip Illaria’s chin, he forced her to look at them as well. “Your heart in four pieces, four weaknesses... And each one of them could be taken away so easily.” He raised his hand out towards them and clenched his fist, causing each one to falter and drop to their knees. There was a look of agony on each specter's face and Illaria instantly understood the consequences of failure all too well.
“You know what you have to do, to make this stop...to prevent this from happening... Say the words that I want to hear." The Master sneered, comfortable in his smugness, knowing he had the upper hand when it came to Illaria.
“Yes, Master. I will do as you command.” The Knight pleaded with her Master, if only to save her family and friend. It was in that instant that her surroundings dissolved in front of her very eyes and Nicademus was once more on his knee in front of her, offering up a small box. Illaria could only hope that the surprise of her sudden reversion to reality translated to the surprise that the Supreme Commander was proposing to her. Shaking her head slightly, she brushed off the pressure of the Master attempting to impress his will upon her mind and instead, attempted a distraction tactic by considering her relationship with Nicademus for a moment.
What had begun as a game to pass the time had caught the Master's eye and evolved into a matter of life or death, upon penalty of failure. Illaria had not expected to actually fall in love with her prey along the way. Equally unlikely, the Supreme Commander was not supposed to be capable of falling in love with her, nor she with him. This complicated things greatly. Once she had fantasized that he would gaze upon her, as he did now, with such devotion and admiration as a result of her bending him to her will. Now he looked at her like he never had before, completely of his own volition. Nothing had ever proved more satisfying to the Knight.
Releasing the breath she had unknowingly held for mere seconds, the most important of moments, Illaria finally responds to the Imperial knelt before her. "No." The Shapeshifter stated plainly, her facial expression as deadly serious as her tone of voice. She could feel the Master pressing for her to follow up this answer within her mind and tried to ignore it as best she could. He was much too powerful for her to oppose him for long, however. "But I might say yes to the man named Nicademus Delvardus. Not the Supreme Commander or Emperor, for that matter. But only if he sees my value beyond that of an Empress."
Score one for Illaria, tied with the Master of the Knights of Ren – subverting his commands ever so slightly. She had refused Nicademus’ proposal of marriage on the grounds that her value as an Empress was all the Master cared about and she had to be certain that the Supreme Commander was not otherwise influenced.
Looking down at the Imperial, her gaze remains placid as she continues. "I once told you that I will always be direct with you, but I will not follow you blindly or shower you with meaningless praises." Diverting her gaze to look out over the city, she continues, "I promised to always challenge you and question you, but never to your own detriment."
Illaria turned her eyes back to the man that had captured her heart so many years ago. "I have one thing to ask you then, are you sure about all of this? And I don't just mean marrying me, but also this reformation of the First Order into an empire. Are you sure this is what is right for us? For the First Order?" The Lady Ren looks at him questioningly, but there was no sign of sarcasm or anything else that indicated she was up to her usual tricks and mischief. "I seem to recall that you never liked being Emperor before. What changed your mind?" She had known how ambitious the Supreme Commander was upon first meeting him back over Yaga Minor's shipyards. His ambition had not surprised her then, but it did surprise her now.
The reason for such a line of questioning was not entirely born of Illaria's own volition, but rather stemmed from a combination of her concern regarding his safety and of matters involving the Master of the Knights of Ren. With her ascension to Empress, the Knights' foothold became that much stronger within the First Order and exponentially increased the Master's power by proxy.
Do it, the dark side whispered to her, pulling her in with sultry and comforting tones. It will only take a second. He will never notice, the amorphous voice reasoned inside her head. The urge to reach inside the confines of the Supreme Commander's head was almost irresistible. Illaria struggled to control her own power, the discomfort written across her face, betraying the façade of neutrality that she had so carefully crafted. All she needed to know was why Nicademus had this sudden change of heart and whether it was being influenced by the Master. She hated terribly when his schemes interfered with her own.
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Post by Nicademus Delvardus IV on Dec 17, 2017 20:01:29 GMT -8
Illaria's concerns were sound and without flaws. She didn't want to be an item, she wanted value, she wanted more than just a title attached to her name. Nicademus slowly rose from his knelt position but did not close the ring's box nor put it away. His eyes would lock upon Illaria's eyes and never look away as he spoke truthfully.
I know what you mean... I did not like it when I was Emperor before. Back then, though, I ruled an Empire that wasn't my creation, that wasn't based on my ideals, but rather outdated ones. It was a dying man and I could not save that Empire.
Nicademus remembered those days, when sycophants crowded around him and very few could be trusted. The Empire had the manpower, but no leadership, no officers, nothing to help command its gears and execute its operations. Those days were long gone, but they were the first steps on the road of ambition for the Imperial.
That was why I adopted the title of Supreme Commander when I formed the First Order, for I was not sure of an Imperial ambition. But as time went on and I was left with my thoughts, I remembered the stars once beckoning to me when I left Eriadu. A destiny that called for me to leave my home and seek my path out in the galaxy.
That had the first time the stars had called to him.
I feel that forming an Empire, through the First Order's achievements, are right and justified. I have reunited the scattered Imperial ancestors, I have strived for order and stability, prosperity and unity among what remained of this society. There were those, in my own military, that remembered when I was an Emperor and sought that I become one again. I refused them time and time again, Illaria... until... until our children were born.
His eyes turned over to the twins, Octavian and Fiora, who rested soundly within their cribs.
I desire an Empire not only for the future of the galaxy, but for my children. I will not live forever, Illaria, and my vision for this galaxy will certainly continue when I die. I want our children to continue my work, for a better future, for a stronger galaxy, for peace and law to be supreme.
His eyes turned away then and returned to Illaria. The Imperial stepped forward, moving his free arm to rest around her hip, pulling the female close to him. His other hand still holding the ring firmly within his grasp.
I want you as Empress, Illaria, not only because of children, but because of how I feel towards you. Because of what you have given me that I never thought was possible before. I fell in love with you, Illaria, not as the Knight of Ren, but as Illaria the woman. I became a father because of you, I found someone who I could trust and love as my father loved my mother... I found someone who opened a new doorway to the future before my eyes.
His eyes did not break from hers in the slightest as he spoke from his heart. His words spewing forth nothing but truth, untainted and uninfluenced from beyond his own will. Nicademus had thought this over and knew this was right.
I have had two years to think this over, Illaria. About an Empire, about the First Order's future and about us... and I know it is right. And there is only one person I truly want to share my life with and that is you, Illaria.
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Post by Illaria Ren on Dec 26, 2017 13:58:45 GMT -8
Even as Nicademus spoke, Illaria continued her struggle, battling the darkness deep within – the pull of the Dark side growing ever stronger with each passing second. She knew exactly what the Master wanted of her, but the Knight still remained conflicted. Just enter his mind, the voice beseeched her. Then you will see for yourself the truth of what he thinks of you and his future Empire, it whispered softly. It was a familiar voice, as it had been with the Shapeshifter all her life—ever since she became aware of the fact that she was vastly different from those around her. In a way, it was a voice that she trusted, given that it had always been there for her during the dark times in her life, when she felt so alone and found herself in need of support and love.
But right now, she questioned the voice and its intentions. It would be so easy to obtain all the answers you need. It would be easy; the voice was not wrong there. However, because of what happened between them many years ago – when Illaria had almost killed the Supreme Commander – she had vowed never to use her Force powers against him again.
The Lady Ren watched as the Imperial slowly rose from his position afore her, her sapphire gaze locking upon his eyes. As he spoke, she could sense the truthfulness in his words, but she honestly did not understand the sentiment. Illaria had never been responsible for anyone else other than herself for her entire life, and the only reason that had changed recently was because of their children. She did not know the first thing about running an Empire, much less keeping any potential benefactors pleased and in line. But Illaria could understand the call of the stars, the incessant need to leave behind everything you once knew in search of something greater. That was familiar to her.
“You have done much for the state of the galaxy, I cannot overlook that. We are experiencing an unprecedented era of peace and order that I have not seen for a hundred years.” The Shapeshifter said proudly, her pride in Nicademus’ accomplishments, alongside the Knights of Ren, clearly reflected in her voice and laid bare for him to see. And given that Illaria had been alive for over 300 years, she knew galactic stability when she saw it.
When Nicademus brought up their children, Illaria listened to his words before following his gaze and looking upon the outlined forms of the twins peacefully sleeping. It was then that the Shapeshifter thought she was finally beginning to understand his motivations for reforming the First Order into a galactic empire, spanning all aspects of civilization to ensure order for all of time to come. And, there was no way that the Master of the Knights of Ren had influenced the Supreme Commander’s decision to this degree. No, this was all her doing—it literally had her fingerprints all over it and it would be something she would have to live with for the rest of her long-lived life.
While Nicademus had dreams of their children taking up the mantle and continuing the work to achieve his vision of the galaxy, the Knight knew that first, it would be she that succeeded him before any of their children. It was then that she realized, this was the Master’s end game. However, Illaria did not allow this realization to bleed through her expression or thoughts – instead, focusing on how tired she currently was from the sleep-deprivation that had followed the birth of their children. Her eyes were heavy with exhaustion and her smile creased with a sleepy sort of relief that this was all that motivated Nicademus.
As the Supreme Commander moved toward her, Illaria welcomed the physical contact and leaned into him. Aside from the obvious, this had now become a question of ambition for Illaria. Was she willing to seize this opportunity for her own personal advancement beyond a mere Knight of Ren? Ultimately, for the Master’s personal advancement? Was she interested in rising above the rest, no matter the cost?
There is a long pause before the Shapeshifter speaks again. When she does, there is an air of out of place calmness in her voice. “Okay.” She says simply, accepting the Imperial’s explanation for his actions. And here she cannot suppress a slowly widening smile as she looks up at Nicademus, “I have torched planets in your name. I have become the literal sword to your leather-gloved iron fist. Together, we have taken the galaxy apart piece-by-piece and put it back in order.” Taking a deep breath, Illaria appears to be readying herself for what comes next. “I do not want to be an empress, I simply have no desire to be. I am a warrior at heart, a Knight of Ren.” For him, she would surrender herself. “I will not like it, and I will spend most of my time complaining about it…but I will be your empress because of the children and because I am in love with you.”
It was then that the darkness was silenced…
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Post by Nicademus Delvardus IV on Dec 30, 2017 7:48:08 GMT -8
Nicademus knew there would be opposition to this elevation. Illaria Ren may be loved by her children and the Emperor, but there were those who would seek her downfall. Disgruntled murmurs were heard from all directions, possibly from his own siblings too. The military of the First Order was suspicious of the Knights of Ren, so were the Imperial Knights and the Sith within his ranks. To have a Ren become Empress would only make suspicions more grounded and frequent. Nicademus had to walk a fine line here, a very fine line with the future to come. His future as Emperor would not be sound and be quite the challenge, but he would accept the challenge and meet it head-on.
Nicademus listened to the words of the would-be Empress and felt assured of her intentions. Felt assured of her acceptance towards such an offer by himself. In the end, she still thought of the future for not only the First Order but their children and each other. It was during those words that the Imperial felt the surrender of Illaria within his arms, a submission towards his proposal and towards what would come next.
I would be worried if you didn't complain, Illaria.
He chuckles lightly and smiles at the woman before him. The Imperial had come to know the regular antics and behaviors of Illaria and would be too suspicious if she were quiet towards the acceptance of Empress. He had expected opposition and questions, otherwise, she would not be the woman he fell in love with.
Then we will be crowned and married after the Empire is proclaimed. Octavian will be invested as the Crown Prince of the First Order. And you, Illaria, will rule over systems and stars by my side... together, we can make this galaxy truly stable and peaceful.
With those words uttered, darkness would envelop them as the night bled on and the deal was sealed.
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Post by Jenia Kasalle on Oct 7, 2020 12:02:11 GMT -8
A cohort of the 187th Legion is deployed at the Imperial barracks of Mariunhus, protecting alongside the regional Stormtrooper garrison the area. Though the regular security forces cover the regular police jobs at the mountainous city near the sea, the Stormtroopers would oversee the area and continiue their training within a more maritime area of the planet in order to perfect their skills as valuable soldiers.
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Post by Standash Thul on Mar 1, 2021 12:21:05 GMT -8
The Hereb approached the city spire. Most funding outreaches were handled by other officers. More important investors Standash would send Annelise. But here, Standash knew she had to make time herself. This was a large sales pitch. If she hit this correct, the Humanitarian fleet will be fully funded for years.
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Post by Standash Thul on Apr 9, 2021 13:28:22 GMT -8
Here, Standash had to present things as investements with alternative returns. Munns were not intested in giving gifts. But they were open in investing in advances, some with shared patent options. More and more holding companies expressed interest in meeting the young Grand Moff. Some interested in the fleet, more interested if the young politician could be bought. She made note of the latter, they will be remembered and handled at some point.
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Post by Standash Thul on May 20, 2021 10:52:41 GMT -8
She made fast friends here, she was a on the rise and people here wanted to be her friend. Most had good things in mind they genuinely wanted to help, those she was happy to work with and count as friends. Funds and grants were coming in.
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Post by Standash Thul on Jul 15, 2021 8:11:04 GMT -8
Through negations, Standash had flipped the script with many of the holding companies. They not longer felt like they were doing her a favor by investing, but that she had done them a favor by letting them. She was good at this. It wasn't much different that what she had done every day since she left Alderaan years ago. Politics and selling were very similar deep down. Get people to see things your way, and you will control their actions.
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Post by Standash Thul on Aug 11, 2021 8:09:09 GMT -8
Standash was hoping that the negotiations would got well and they had, she was still surprised that she was invited to some of the local cultural activities that were going on that night. She was not as familiar of Muun culture as she wished she was. She hadn't had much chance to see it first hand. The costumes and songs displayed were wonderful.
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