It's another Vossari/Trael Adventure! How will the Sith Order's darling wrean bother the living hell out of the would-be Drast? With a trip to Dromuund Kaas!
The lightning storms coated the jungles of Dromuund Kaas this evening as Vossari sat in the spaceport, yet again. Earlier in the year, a rogue operative had executed the Oligarchs that ruled in the absence of the Sith Empire. Now, a resurgent kingdom of Darth Arcanos longed to reclaim the bureaucratic throne of the old Sith realm. Korriban had always been the spiritual home of the Sith, and Dromuund Kaas, the muscle. With the two together, his rule would be unopposed by interlopers or other factions.
So it was very important that Vossari put aside his feelings of stinging jealousy towards the attention that Azar gave Trael. Trael had always been a chill guy, after all, and they got into so much dumb shit together. He was someone who lived by a personal code, and wouldn't budge from it even when it was convenient. Vossari resonated with that. The wrean felt like he was always true to his own core. He could respect that Trael was always true to himself, too.
Vossari aimed to arrive on the planet about a week before he sent the missive to Trael to come. Vossari got settled into an apartment in the city, enjoying a moment of peace and solitude amongst the mostly destitute world before he got to work. On the day Trael would arrive, Vossari would exit a meeting with some signed paperwork. Vossari Khaldun was now the proud owner of the land beneath the space port, bought at above market rate for a wartorn backwater like Dromuund Kaas.
He welcomed Trael into the board room, with a spray of confetti and a mimosa. "Trael! You're just in time - cut the ribbon!" Vossari fashioned a party had onto his head. He offered a comically large pair of shears to Trael as he showed a ribbon cup. "Welcome, to the Subterrel Gem Mining Corp's first expansion into real estate. This is the War Room!" He gestured widely to the starport around them. "With the spaceport ours, we now control the flow of goods on and off world. We have to leverage our power."
With him was a Tundian sorceress, Ix-Zamara. A small number of their forces would be ready for missions magical and discreet. Next to her was Angus Neet, a Selkath investor and member of the Order of Shasa. Vossari had planted him on the corporation's board - he would serve as a confidential financial adviser. Finally, there was XTC-SGMC, a droid foreman and architect who could destroy any build or build any new one. He was programmed with a full layout and map of Dromuund Kaas's megapolis. "Who do you want to start with?"
"And, uh, how you been..." Vossari was trying to practice being more personable. He struggled. "Buddy?"
@Javier esschoolbus
The lightning storms coated the jungles of Dromuund Kaas this evening as Vossari sat in the spaceport, yet again. Earlier in the year, a rogue operative had executed the Oligarchs that ruled in the absence of the Sith Empire. Now, a resurgent kingdom of Darth Arcanos longed to reclaim the bureaucratic throne of the old Sith realm. Korriban had always been the spiritual home of the Sith, and Dromuund Kaas, the muscle. With the two together, his rule would be unopposed by interlopers or other factions.
So it was very important that Vossari put aside his feelings of stinging jealousy towards the attention that Azar gave Trael. Trael had always been a chill guy, after all, and they got into so much dumb shit together. He was someone who lived by a personal code, and wouldn't budge from it even when it was convenient. Vossari resonated with that. The wrean felt like he was always true to his own core. He could respect that Trael was always true to himself, too.
Vossari aimed to arrive on the planet about a week before he sent the missive to Trael to come. Vossari got settled into an apartment in the city, enjoying a moment of peace and solitude amongst the mostly destitute world before he got to work. On the day Trael would arrive, Vossari would exit a meeting with some signed paperwork. Vossari Khaldun was now the proud owner of the land beneath the space port, bought at above market rate for a wartorn backwater like Dromuund Kaas.
He welcomed Trael into the board room, with a spray of confetti and a mimosa. "Trael! You're just in time - cut the ribbon!" Vossari fashioned a party had onto his head. He offered a comically large pair of shears to Trael as he showed a ribbon cup. "Welcome, to the Subterrel Gem Mining Corp's first expansion into real estate. This is the War Room!" He gestured widely to the starport around them. "With the spaceport ours, we now control the flow of goods on and off world. We have to leverage our power."
With him was a Tundian sorceress, Ix-Zamara. A small number of their forces would be ready for missions magical and discreet. Next to her was Angus Neet, a Selkath investor and member of the Order of Shasa. Vossari had planted him on the corporation's board - he would serve as a confidential financial adviser. Finally, there was XTC-SGMC, a droid foreman and architect who could destroy any build or build any new one. He was programmed with a full layout and map of Dromuund Kaas's megapolis. "Who do you want to start with?"
"And, uh, how you been..." Vossari was trying to practice being more personable. He struggled. "Buddy?"
@Javier esschoolbus