Emperor Iaius I

Iaius said softly, "I mean no harm and I am not hear to disturb those who at at rest. I just need to go inside."

When do we get to butt heads with the rebellion?"

"I knew men such as yourselves would be itching to get into combat once again. I myself wish to do so as well. I can not give you a straight answer just yet, but i assure you, it will be very soon."

Soon, a message came thought the Admiral's personal comm unit.

"Sir, reversion to realspace in 2 minutes. Your presence is requested on the bridge."

"If you excuse me Gentlemen, but my presence is needed elsewhere. I will need to finish talking to you later."

Making his way to the bridge, Duflin quickly made it into his chair to witness the ship's reversion to realspace. Outside once again of the once temporary captial of the Empire, Duflin was here once again, to talk to Ysanne Isard.

Das Meynes

"Did you know that the Galactic Empire used Duro as a dumping ground? Perhaps that is the reason for the loss of our ecosystems and not our own uses of industry and starship construction. Do you know that this dumping has caused toxication of our lands, and was what forced us to move into orbiting space stations? If you do then you might understand why our allegiance is not to the Empire. Or to you." the Duros Governor said, his manner strict and his tone obviously intent on making his opinion of the Empire as insipid and unremorseful known to Das.

Das sighed to himself. He had hoped that the Governor wouldn't have mentioned that, but in this case, it was probably inevitable. Oh well- just because it was mentioned didn't mean it was beyond a measure of control. And Das was a master at that- he was in politics, after all...

"You are right, Governor, and I may speak only for myself in this manner, but I apologize. I cannot defend the Empire in this manner, and I do not support how they handled the situation- thus part of my reasoning for wanting to, in this case, put aside our differences in affilation and talk representative to representative.

"My offer was to help you capitalize on biological advancements of New Plympto's scientific teams to aid your planet's ecosystem, and in turn recieve stock in your successful corporations to aid my planet's dull economy.

"If you want to hold grudges, so be it- I do not blame you, for what the Empire has done to your world. I only wish that you do not let these grudges cloud your vision to a potentially profitable deal for the both of our respectable worlds. There is a picture much larger than the common 'Republic vs. Empire,' and it is my aim for us to look past that for the good of both of our planets and their populations."

Ken Kenobi- And you have a nice day

Emperor Iaius I

"I humbly request permission to enter," he amended, inclining his head respectfully.

Everything was going ahead faster than Cransin could consider. In the span of a month he had gone from local politician to sector governor. Already people were preparing a residence for him within the clamshell seat of Chandrillan government—the home of the Chandrillan House. Cransin arrived home to more fan-fare than he'd seen in years. Trist Falon welcomed him to Chandrilla as the supreme Imperial presence on the planet. For his troubles, Wilhad allowed Falon to continue as High Nobleman.

The very first thing Cransin did was create a new initiative against rebel incursions on-planet. It was a weak proclamation, the new Moff knew not to start imprisoning the will of the people before it was his to imprison. Under the authority of the decree, Cransin now sat in a plush hover-car as a squad of Imperial army troopers stormed Mon Mothma’s dacha. For years it had sat, alone on the coast of Lake Sah’at, sharing a vista with Wilhad and his family. Now, as a measure against the proliferation of rebel notions, the Imperial army burned it to the ground. Cransin would devise some use for the land, he could do what he would with the planet.

Moff Wilhad Cransin was in his second day of dominion over Chandrilla, waiting for his official territory to be ratified, but his life was dominated by paperwork. Even the petty, but interesting paperwork(responding to Senator Das Meynes message), was time-consuming and tired Cransin. He knew that as a Moff, someone with a bit more power than a Senator, and as the Chair of a powerful body he would know paperwork like he knew his wife—intimately. Already the time he spent with his family was waxing and waning. He’d not seen them in well over a week. He would find some time.

TO: Das Meynes, SENATOR of NEW PLYMPTO
FROM: Wilhad Cransin, MOFF and SENATOR of CHANDRILLA & CHAIRMAN of the WAR COMMITTEE
SUBJECT: Imperial Senate, etc.
BODY: Senator Meynes, your absence in the Imperial Senate has been noted by me. I would hope that you’ve found success aboard. At the moment, I believe the Senate is still in session and that a new meeting will occur within the week. I’m afraid I cannot speak about the current political environment on Imperial Centre, but I’ve been away for some time and am presently establishing my Moffship on Chandrilla. Perhaps when you return we can speak.

~ Wilhad Cransin

Along with the curt message to Meynes, Cransin also forwarded a formal request for defensive allocations for his sector to the High Command and the Emperor. By the time it was ratified, he would become a full Moff and take complete command over his assignment. Everything was going ahead faster than Cransin could consider: so he did it anyway and hoped about time for consideration later.

TAG: GAJ(maybe LSA, for the DFs), KenKenobi

Das Meynes

"Well then," Das was saying in response to the Duros Governor's statment, "perhaps we shall meet again sometime, albeit it on different terms. But for now, let's return to the palace and prepare for supper, shall we?"

It was a short walk back to the palace, where they proceeded to have a hearty dinner before Das waved the Duros Governor goodbye.

Back in his personal quarters, Das checked his datapad, which had signaled an incoming message at dinner but had been ignored to continue the meal and discussion.

Now, however, he opened up the message. He had been hoping that it would be Grand Admiral Duflin's response to his small request for a menial defensive fleet for New Plympto, although he doubted he would have gotten a reply so quickly- it had only been a day since the request had been sent to him via the Fondor planetary governor.

Instead the message was from Cransin, who Das learned had been newly promoted to Moff of his planet, Chandrila, and the surrounding system. It outlined the current state of the Senate, as well as a few other details that Das had asked for in his initial inquiry.

Das would be returning to Imperial Center soon, but not until after tomorrow's meeting, which Das no doubt knew would be the most important. The meetings with Fondor and Duro's planetary governors had helped him established preliminary connections, even if the secondary objectives had not been reached, but the meeting tomorrow with the overseeing operator of Polneye would be more significant than both of those combined...

"As your brief stay here shows, as well as the fact that you've made it quite obvious, we've not much time to formally discuss this matter." Das was saying to the head of operations of Polneye. "Thus, let us 'cut to the chase', if you will.

"As I understand it, Captain, you oversee operations on the Imperial transshipment port on the relatively barren world of Polneye. To my knowledge, which I take pride in being on the positive side of near complete, Polneye is currently the only Imperial world located in the multi-system area known as the Koornacht Cluster.

"However," he continued, "it is my lack of knowledge of the Cluster which has brought me to seek meeting with you here. I invite you not to feed you petty data to use you in political ramblings, nor propose uneeded agreements between us to 'unify Imperial worlds.

"I wish not to waste your time, Captain, which I know is something neither of us have at the moment, unfortunately. However, though I must keep the proceedings confidential at this time, I can tell you this- the information that I ask of you now has the potential to drastically help the Imperial war effort against the insipid Rebels, as well as increase traffic through Polneye ports a tenfold. You're not only looking at a raise in pay, my friend, but also in rank. At the very least you'll become a Major or a Colonol, if not elected Moff of the sector.

"So, if I may, I was hoping you could provide me with whatever information you have of the Koornacht. From your own records to mentionings in probe reports, all of it is relevent, Captain. All of it."

Ken Kenobi- And you have a nice day