Firrerreo.
It, like too many planets these days, was a world irrevocably changed by the Sith. They had firebombed the entire planet for no reason other than to flex. To show other worlds that they were the biggest bullies on the block. Drow had been to the planet once before shortly after the bombing. It had been a grim trip. He had tried, best he could, to pick through what was left of the planet looking for survivors. The Sith hadn't wiped out the world's whole population but they'd come damn close to it. He had, however, found a small gathering of submarines, unaffected by the surface bombing since they'd been so far from shore and so deep underwater. It was what left of Firrerreo's Navy and their leader, a former captain (now an admiral due to no one else being left) stood before Drow and Taldorak on the peak of a dormant volcano on Firrerreo. For lack of anyone else being alive, the Navy Remnant was what passed for an authority figure these days on Firrerreo.
The admiral wasn't alone. Also on the volcano was Cur Dallop the leader of the Cursed Hand, a Sullustan guerilla group that was virulently anti-Sith and pro-Sullust. They were isolationists; wanting nothing to do with the galaxy at large and preferring instead to remain with their own kind. "Sullustans for Sullustans" was their rallying cry and, given how they'd suffered under Imperial occupation, Drow could hardly blame them even if he'd disagreed with their brutal methods.
In exchange for help springing the princess of Eiattu, Drow had promised the Cursed Hand some land that they could call their own and start a society on; one built away from the rest of the galaxy's influence where they could govern like-minded Sullustans as they pleased. This meeting was about such a resettlement. Drow figured one of the dormant volcanoes of Firrerreo would be the perfect place for Cur and the Cursed Hand. The volcanic terrain was similar to Sullust and the recent bombings, while tragic, did offer up quite a bit of new real estate on the planet that was currently unoccupied.
"...absolutely not! There's a reason that their own home planet doesn't want them! They're terrorists! And now you want them on our land just because it's empty?" the Firrerreo admiral sputtered to Drow and Tal.
"I have to agree with the good captain. You give us a dead volcanic mountain range on a planet that's already occupied? Hardly seems fair for my men that died helping your cause." Cur said huffily. The old Sullustan leader was flanked by two of his bodyguards who looked similarly grouchy.
"Look, let's remember we're all on the same side here! Every single man here today is against the Sith. Now, I realize this isn't an ideal situation for anybody! But Cur, you want a place to start your own society? Here it is? It's as abandoned as a planet can be these days." Drow said, already hearing the outraged gasp of the admiral behind him. He turned around to face the naval commander.
"Admiral, I realize Firrerreo isn't unoccupied. But this mountain range was sparsely populated as it was before the Sith arrived. Now, I don't speak for you or the people of this planet. But isn't having a well-armed presence on the planet somewhat reassuring? If you two get along, you might even find a trading partner. The Sullustans are adept at mining volcanoes and your people know the world's resources too. This might be a great step towards rebuilding Firrerreo into what it once was; a welcoming world." Drow explained calmly, his negotiating skills having vastly improved due to his many diplomatic missions undertaken as a Jedi. For their part, Cur and the admiral muttered half-heartedly at these new words.
"Anything to add, my friend?" Drow asked Tal, turning to his Mandalorian ally.
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It, like too many planets these days, was a world irrevocably changed by the Sith. They had firebombed the entire planet for no reason other than to flex. To show other worlds that they were the biggest bullies on the block. Drow had been to the planet once before shortly after the bombing. It had been a grim trip. He had tried, best he could, to pick through what was left of the planet looking for survivors. The Sith hadn't wiped out the world's whole population but they'd come damn close to it. He had, however, found a small gathering of submarines, unaffected by the surface bombing since they'd been so far from shore and so deep underwater. It was what left of Firrerreo's Navy and their leader, a former captain (now an admiral due to no one else being left) stood before Drow and Taldorak on the peak of a dormant volcano on Firrerreo. For lack of anyone else being alive, the Navy Remnant was what passed for an authority figure these days on Firrerreo.
The admiral wasn't alone. Also on the volcano was Cur Dallop the leader of the Cursed Hand, a Sullustan guerilla group that was virulently anti-Sith and pro-Sullust. They were isolationists; wanting nothing to do with the galaxy at large and preferring instead to remain with their own kind. "Sullustans for Sullustans" was their rallying cry and, given how they'd suffered under Imperial occupation, Drow could hardly blame them even if he'd disagreed with their brutal methods.
In exchange for help springing the princess of Eiattu, Drow had promised the Cursed Hand some land that they could call their own and start a society on; one built away from the rest of the galaxy's influence where they could govern like-minded Sullustans as they pleased. This meeting was about such a resettlement. Drow figured one of the dormant volcanoes of Firrerreo would be the perfect place for Cur and the Cursed Hand. The volcanic terrain was similar to Sullust and the recent bombings, while tragic, did offer up quite a bit of new real estate on the planet that was currently unoccupied.
"...absolutely not! There's a reason that their own home planet doesn't want them! They're terrorists! And now you want them on our land just because it's empty?" the Firrerreo admiral sputtered to Drow and Tal.
"I have to agree with the good captain. You give us a dead volcanic mountain range on a planet that's already occupied? Hardly seems fair for my men that died helping your cause." Cur said huffily. The old Sullustan leader was flanked by two of his bodyguards who looked similarly grouchy.
"Look, let's remember we're all on the same side here! Every single man here today is against the Sith. Now, I realize this isn't an ideal situation for anybody! But Cur, you want a place to start your own society? Here it is? It's as abandoned as a planet can be these days." Drow said, already hearing the outraged gasp of the admiral behind him. He turned around to face the naval commander.
"Admiral, I realize Firrerreo isn't unoccupied. But this mountain range was sparsely populated as it was before the Sith arrived. Now, I don't speak for you or the people of this planet. But isn't having a well-armed presence on the planet somewhat reassuring? If you two get along, you might even find a trading partner. The Sullustans are adept at mining volcanoes and your people know the world's resources too. This might be a great step towards rebuilding Firrerreo into what it once was; a welcoming world." Drow explained calmly, his negotiating skills having vastly improved due to his many diplomatic missions undertaken as a Jedi. For their part, Cur and the admiral muttered half-heartedly at these new words.
"Anything to add, my friend?" Drow asked Tal, turning to his Mandalorian ally.
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