Wade Garrett
Just trying to do the right thing
- Pronouns
- He/His/Him
AURELIAN SECTOR: Ties That Bind
Leyane slowly ran a hand over the weathered, pockmarked wood of her desk, trying to find some measure of control over the fury that boiled inside her. As both of her arms were prosthetics adapted from the chassis of a Colicoid assassin droid, this resulted in steel talons carving a fresh set of grooves in the already heavily scarred desktop, but at least her voice was almost normal as she indicated the holo currently playing out behind her.
"Protector-Captain, please explain to me why this was plastered all over ZNN this morning."
"This" was a recording of the aftermath of a Huntsmen raid on Venjagga-Prime. Chariot Assault Vehicles hovered in front of a burning warehouse, Huntsman in their trademark dusters over modified stormtrooper armor hard at work decorating the light tanks. Insofar as "crucifying an unsavory assortment of humans and aliens against the frontal armor plating" could be considered decoration.
It was not an easy task. Troopers resorted to using their personal issue vibroblades to secure the victims in place, hammering them into flesh and armor plating with the butts of their blasters. On the recording, a Huntsman finished the job on a thrashing Weequay and then removed their helm, revealing a young woman with sweat soaked dark hair streaked with white and sharp features not dissimilar from Leyane's own.
The same woman currently seated on the other side of her office.
"Heard there was a bunch of kriffing scumbags stanging around in the Jaggis City, so being I'm a kriffing Protector-Captain I put together a little 'get-the-kriff-out' party for'em. Got a little messy, but we did our stanging job, ended up with some nasty stuff and some nasty folks. Decided we might as well send a kriffing message to everybody else, put the stanging fear of the stanging Empire in'em, got to work...guess it was a slow news day, ma'am?" Elyria Paramexor, Protector-Captain in the Aurelian Huntsmen, all but spit the words at her grandmother, her back parade ground straight in her chair.
"Those kriffing scumbags were in the employ of Glaikon the Hutt, Protector-Captain. You do recall the details of our family's arrangement with..."
"They were kriffing making Crimson Shade! That Sithspit should be kriffing thankful I didn't vape his whole kriffing..."
"I am aware of that." Two sets of claws punched into the desktop, the sound of wood splintering silencing the younger woman. "Just as I know you are aware of our family's arrangement with him. That you are aware he is the least of several evils, so we tolerate..."
"Least evil's still pretty kriffing evil, Grams."
Silence followed, the old woman and the young one simply holding each others gazes, each seeing the rage and contempt that burned in the other's eyes, neither willing to concede so much as a micrometer. It was the Moff who finally broke the silence, her lips quirking upward in a bitter smile.
"I have a new assignment for you. In your capacity as a member of House Paramexor, not as a Protector-Captain. In light of the upheavals in the North, I intend to send an envoy to N'Zoth, Commenor, and Kuat to request additional fleets be at least temporarily assigned to Aurelian Sector. Dispatching my granddaughter to make the request in person will underscore the seriousness of my..."
"Are you stanging me? Those glitsuckers wouldn't give up one of their fleets if the kriffing Steel Lady came back to life and..."
"You don't say. Why, it's almost like I'm sending you off on an elaborate exercise in stanging around as some sort of punishment for kriffing things up."
Elyria's chair slid backwards as she sprang to her feet, snapping off a parade ground salute.
"Ma'am! Request permission to begin preparations for journey, ma'am. Need to have everything looking sharp, ma'am, don't want the Southern Moffs to be thinking we're all a bunch of Hutt-kissing pirates out here in the Periphery, ma'am!"
"Granted, Protector-Captain. Dismissed."
Leyane continued to glower as her granddaughter snapped off another salute, about faced, and marched out of the office, waiting until the doorway had irised closed behind her before she allowed her shoulders to slump with weariness and her eyes to close.
She remained that way for several minutes, doing nothing except slowly breathing in and out...then her eyes shot open, and if the fires in them burned lower they were still burning.
Muttering darkly to herself, the Moff eased out from behind her desk, moving on gleaming insectoid limbs towards her personal data terminal.
A Paramexor Huntsman taking a well earned rest
Glaikon the Hutt, a simple owner of a few dozen fish processing plants who has been blessed with many friends
Colicoid assassin droid, of the type cannibalized to create Moff Leyane's prosthetics
Private
To: My Old Friend Glaikon @Sidheach
From: Leyane
My friend, I send this message to express my condolences, and to commiserate. It would appear that we each have suffered from subordinates overstepping their bounds, leading to the recent unpleasantness on Venjagga-Prime.
The business venture that was recently liquidated by my factors...well, I know that you would not jeopardize our relationship with such a...risky investment. Not that the mercurial nature of said venture was any excuse for their actions, the proper course would have been to notify you of the foolishness your employees had engaged in and allow you to resolve it.
The way my subordinates chose to resolve the situation, it was an insult, and one that I take full responsibility for. I will see that the parties responsible are suitably chastened, and that such errors are not repeated. As a more concrete gesture of contrition, I believe a reduction in the tariffs on your other ventures would be in order, at least for the next three revenue cycles.
My friend, I understand that you may be compelled to take certain actions in response, and I assure you that I bear you no ill will for such. It is merely business.
But.
As I have personally accepted responsibility for the insult and the lost revenue resulting from it, should such actions be directed against any parties other than myself...I would consider that a personal slight. And I do not believe either of us wishes for this to become a personal matter.
I, Moff Paramexor of Sector Aurelian, second Moff Thelstar's call for decorum, and also wish to commend him for managing to press his lips to Moff Vall's backside all the way from Alsakan.
INTERNAL EVENTS:
-Elyria Paramexor is dispatched to personally negotiate the secondment of additional fleets to the far Northeast with the Moffs of Kuat, Commenor, and N'Zoth
@Deathwing
@Firebringer2077
@Mina
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Leyane slowly ran a hand over the weathered, pockmarked wood of her desk, trying to find some measure of control over the fury that boiled inside her. As both of her arms were prosthetics adapted from the chassis of a Colicoid assassin droid, this resulted in steel talons carving a fresh set of grooves in the already heavily scarred desktop, but at least her voice was almost normal as she indicated the holo currently playing out behind her.
"Protector-Captain, please explain to me why this was plastered all over ZNN this morning."
"This" was a recording of the aftermath of a Huntsmen raid on Venjagga-Prime. Chariot Assault Vehicles hovered in front of a burning warehouse, Huntsman in their trademark dusters over modified stormtrooper armor hard at work decorating the light tanks. Insofar as "crucifying an unsavory assortment of humans and aliens against the frontal armor plating" could be considered decoration.
It was not an easy task. Troopers resorted to using their personal issue vibroblades to secure the victims in place, hammering them into flesh and armor plating with the butts of their blasters. On the recording, a Huntsman finished the job on a thrashing Weequay and then removed their helm, revealing a young woman with sweat soaked dark hair streaked with white and sharp features not dissimilar from Leyane's own.
The same woman currently seated on the other side of her office.
"Heard there was a bunch of kriffing scumbags stanging around in the Jaggis City, so being I'm a kriffing Protector-Captain I put together a little 'get-the-kriff-out' party for'em. Got a little messy, but we did our stanging job, ended up with some nasty stuff and some nasty folks. Decided we might as well send a kriffing message to everybody else, put the stanging fear of the stanging Empire in'em, got to work...guess it was a slow news day, ma'am?" Elyria Paramexor, Protector-Captain in the Aurelian Huntsmen, all but spit the words at her grandmother, her back parade ground straight in her chair.
"Those kriffing scumbags were in the employ of Glaikon the Hutt, Protector-Captain. You do recall the details of our family's arrangement with..."
"They were kriffing making Crimson Shade! That Sithspit should be kriffing thankful I didn't vape his whole kriffing..."
"I am aware of that." Two sets of claws punched into the desktop, the sound of wood splintering silencing the younger woman. "Just as I know you are aware of our family's arrangement with him. That you are aware he is the least of several evils, so we tolerate..."
"Least evil's still pretty kriffing evil, Grams."
Silence followed, the old woman and the young one simply holding each others gazes, each seeing the rage and contempt that burned in the other's eyes, neither willing to concede so much as a micrometer. It was the Moff who finally broke the silence, her lips quirking upward in a bitter smile.
"I have a new assignment for you. In your capacity as a member of House Paramexor, not as a Protector-Captain. In light of the upheavals in the North, I intend to send an envoy to N'Zoth, Commenor, and Kuat to request additional fleets be at least temporarily assigned to Aurelian Sector. Dispatching my granddaughter to make the request in person will underscore the seriousness of my..."
"Are you stanging me? Those glitsuckers wouldn't give up one of their fleets if the kriffing Steel Lady came back to life and..."
"You don't say. Why, it's almost like I'm sending you off on an elaborate exercise in stanging around as some sort of punishment for kriffing things up."
Elyria's chair slid backwards as she sprang to her feet, snapping off a parade ground salute.
"Ma'am! Request permission to begin preparations for journey, ma'am. Need to have everything looking sharp, ma'am, don't want the Southern Moffs to be thinking we're all a bunch of Hutt-kissing pirates out here in the Periphery, ma'am!"
"Granted, Protector-Captain. Dismissed."
Leyane continued to glower as her granddaughter snapped off another salute, about faced, and marched out of the office, waiting until the doorway had irised closed behind her before she allowed her shoulders to slump with weariness and her eyes to close.
She remained that way for several minutes, doing nothing except slowly breathing in and out...then her eyes shot open, and if the fires in them burned lower they were still burning.
Muttering darkly to herself, the Moff eased out from behind her desk, moving on gleaming insectoid limbs towards her personal data terminal.
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A Paramexor Huntsman taking a well earned rest
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Glaikon the Hutt, a simple owner of a few dozen fish processing plants who has been blessed with many friends
Colicoid assassin droid, of the type cannibalized to create Moff Leyane's prosthetics
Private
To: My Old Friend Glaikon @Sidheach
From: Leyane
My friend, I send this message to express my condolences, and to commiserate. It would appear that we each have suffered from subordinates overstepping their bounds, leading to the recent unpleasantness on Venjagga-Prime.
The business venture that was recently liquidated by my factors...well, I know that you would not jeopardize our relationship with such a...risky investment. Not that the mercurial nature of said venture was any excuse for their actions, the proper course would have been to notify you of the foolishness your employees had engaged in and allow you to resolve it.
The way my subordinates chose to resolve the situation, it was an insult, and one that I take full responsibility for. I will see that the parties responsible are suitably chastened, and that such errors are not repeated. As a more concrete gesture of contrition, I believe a reduction in the tariffs on your other ventures would be in order, at least for the next three revenue cycles.
My friend, I understand that you may be compelled to take certain actions in response, and I assure you that I bear you no ill will for such. It is merely business.
But.
As I have personally accepted responsibility for the insult and the lost revenue resulting from it, should such actions be directed against any parties other than myself...I would consider that a personal slight. And I do not believe either of us wishes for this to become a personal matter.
TO: Central Committee of Moffs @Icarus @Deathwing @Mina @Firebringer2077 @Wade Garrett @Sidheach (insert other Moffs here)
FROM: Moff Thelstar of the Alsakan Subsector
I demand an end to the vicious attacks on the Moff of the Rendilli Sector. There is no need for impoliteness in this committee, as being a Moff requires decorum.
The Moff of Rendilli, in fact, echoes principles that would be admirable were they not tainted by political motivation. In the wake of what is destined to be tumultuous times, all Imperial officials, whether they are in the highest positions of the Empire, or the lowest clerical assistant, must decide whether they will take the path that uses the values of honor and duty as a cloak for political motives, or whether they will choose the direction that clearly embodies those values, and strives to use them to instill the glory that once was virulent throughout the Empire.
One can only hope they make the wisest choice.
I, Moff Paramexor of Sector Aurelian, second Moff Thelstar's call for decorum, and also wish to commend him for managing to press his lips to Moff Vall's backside all the way from Alsakan.
INTERNAL EVENTS:
-Elyria Paramexor is dispatched to personally negotiate the secondment of additional fleets to the far Northeast with the Moffs of Kuat, Commenor, and N'Zoth
@Deathwing
@Firebringer2077
@Mina
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