The Deal in the Dark

[Necro Stormborn]

A loud snap and crack, and some light fluxuations later, Stats's flag ship, Probability: Zero entered the system. The ship was massive, and could out-gun and outrun two capital class cruisers.

Seconds later, more popping, and bright lights. A third of the entire Garbas Consortium was piling out of hyperspace. 6 capital class cruisers, 4 destroyer class, flanked by 4 corvettes. Two missile frigates came up on both sides of the Probability: Zero, stopping when they both were within 200 meters of the port and starboard sides. All capital class ships formed up on both sides forming a tight wall, with gaps filled by destroyers and corvettes.

Stats broke the comm silence. "All commanders, raise shields, and slow speed to 30kps. Ready Weapons, and do not fire unless I give the command. Any shots fired without permission will result in your immediate termination... a long a grueling one at that."

Stats was sitting in his seat of plush leather made from the hide of a bantha on tatooine, and was itching his scalp. He couldn't help but wonder if this was necessary, but sometimes you had to flex your muscles to get anything done.

"Communications, raise the mandalorians, tell them the vanguard of their success has arrived. The Garbas Consortium would like to negotiate."

[Iota]

The lone mandalorian in the comm tower was once again near asleep as he his post was a rather uneventful one. When the call from the unknown armarda arrived, he almost fel out of his chair. The mandalorian almost immediatley open the comm channel to Joranus. "Sir, there seems to be an excessive amount of ships in our sector.. they sent out a message...patching it through to the war room, sir" The mandalorian cut the transmission before sending the message to Joranus.

Joranus switched the Holo player on to recieve the message. "Vanguards of our success, eh?" he sighed slightly to himself "That is Mandalore, anything else is just beneficial" he said to himself before clicking on the comms to answer. "This is Joranus, Grand General to Mandalore's military... if you wish to negotiate... please descend into the main military base's hangers and proceed to the war room" Joranus nodded slightly before switching the comm channel off.

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The message was received loud and clear. Stats smiled, then stood from his plush leather chair. "Commander, watch the ship. Relay any and all emergency communications to me. I'm going planetside."

Stats pointed at two of the men guarding the entrance to the bridge. They would follow him to the hangar. He always had protection. He commed forward and alerted the hangar he would be departing, they prepped his ship.

When stats arrived at the hangar, there was a garrison of 10 soldiers, equipped with heavy weaponry, and one trusted assistant, Neema. Neema would accompany him and watch his back. Unfortunately, Stat's personal body guard, Jorgun Mythrax was still in sith space negotiating with Admiral Bjar. Until the Gen'dai would return, Stats needed all the men he could trust. Neema was one.

"Neema, Good to see you, prepare to meet the mandalorians." Stats passed by and boarded the ship. After a few grunts and shoutings, all the men boarded the ship, and they were off.

Success, as the ship was named by Stats, was extremely fast, and had very good long range scanners, as well as laser diffusers that were extremely illegal..... But even then Stats took care to have guards. As the ship flew towards the atmosphere, 4 squadrons of viper class fights flanked him, and one razor class took point in front of him leading the way.

Finally as the ship broke through the atmosphere Stats commanded the squadrons to break off and return to the blockade.

After landing and everyone piling out, Stats commed the fleet, and instructed all ships to train turbo lasers on his location. If something went wrong, He'd have everything vaped.

Stats walked briskly through the encampment with his armed guards, finally halting at the entrance to the war room. He pardoned his soldiers, and then walked alone to the rest of the way. There was a guard by the doorway, he waited for his presence to be announced.

[Iota]

Joranus chuckled softly to the ships turrets now locked onto the base. The base itself had more than enough defenses to wave off the attack from the armarda above. The Mandalorians in the past several months had built a massive gargantuan of a base on Concord dawn aswell as on Mandalore too. Joranus allowed the fighter escort to aid the shuttle in its descent, but Joranus figured it was for show. Most of these rich types liked to fling their assests about. "Consortium hmm? interesting.."

The mandalorian guards standing outside the war room looked to Stats before looking to one another then back to Stats in a non chalant manner "Any Mandalorian will tell you...Respect is earnt, not Given...." The Guard remained stationary before opening the door for Stats to make his own way in and introduce himself but was cut short by Joranus "You must be this so called Vanguard" he chuckled to himself softly "Pleasure to meet you.. i am Joranus... I am Mandalore's eye's, ear's. voice and fist.." Joranus finaly looking towards Stats then walking across the room to the command console. "Do forgive the guards and the majority of the warriors on the base.. if you are not mandalorian, you are classed as a second rate citizen..unless duely recognised of course.. " He smiled under his helmet .

"I can understand your need for protection in regards to the group of ships above.. i am sure you have heard alot about the mandalorian people.. most stories are true. There are only a handful of warriors out there who can equal a mandalorian in battle... but the question still remains, who are you and what do you want? you wouldn't be stupid enough to invade i would assume, so i guess its business" He slowly looked back to Stats for his response.

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Stats flowed into the room slowly, coming to a halt by a comm board, over which the mandalorian named Joranus stood. He gazed into the screen as if checking something particular. Stats would get right to the point. Joranus had been right.... He was here for business.


"well well, it seems that somethings never change..Your people still hold themselves above everyone else. Hmph." Grinning, "Well... that does not matter to me, seeing as I feel the same about everyone else, they are all below me. But, when I see something that look interesting or someone who looks like they could be of use I have no problem raising them to the level of myself."

Stats paced back towards a viewport that looked outside on to the large military base. He stared outside for some time before continuing.

"Your correct, I am not here to invade, else i would have brought more than a third of my fleet. This is merely a guard fleet to ensure my safety as well as to motivate my partners and associates." Stats walked back to the console, staring at Joranus blankly and firmly. he was giving off no weakness, and was speaking with strength and power.

"My name is Stats Garbas, Owner and founder of the Garbas Consortium. in a matter of speaking I own the black market, and have spread my influence all over the galaxy. I control the underground, and from where i stand, supporting you seems like the best way to go. Unfortunately, I have to choose a side. The Sith will only uphold their lack of presence in my affairs for so long, and soon the republic will be trying to reclaim that which i have taken from them. I feel that your campaign holds some ground in comparison to that of the Sith and Republic. Your people most likely will not be interfering with my affairs, and at the same time, your campaign involves reclaiming stolen ground from both sides. I respect this want of your people. And I want to help. of the three factions in power currently, yours is the least likely to harm my economic status, or claim my life. The other two however, are indeed threats.... to both of us. What I am saying, Joranus, is that you have a war to fight... and I am willing to fund it." Stats smiled having finished this incredibly winding monologue.

[Iota]

Joranus had noted the self assured nature of Stats and his confident stature did not go unnoticed, he stayed quiet for awhile before ringing up the details on the near by console of one of the planets in the Mandalore Sector of space "This is Gargon... it is one of the republic's credit farming factories... the planet itself is highly dense and rich with Phobium, more than any other planet... What the Republic will neglect to tell you is that its actually a mandalorian planet..." Joranus looked to Stats for a moment before looking back to the screen "When the military claim the planet back..it will be the back bone of the mandalorian funding." Joranus turned the screen off and looked towards Stats.

"I am sure we can come to some sort of agreement..20 per cent of the Phobium mined can be yours for what ever use you deem worthy.. in return we will ask of you to build as many frigates, destroyers and the odd capital ship as you can manage... built to mine and Mandalore's design of course..." Joranus moved over to another console. He punched in a few buttons, the console whirled with information for several seconds, he removed a datapad. "Here...you will find the blue prints of said star ships with in the datapad.." Joranus slid the datapd across the table towards Stats.

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Stats smirked a malicious grin, holding back the laughter that wanted to burst from his lips. He'd like the proposition, however it seemed a little one sided. "I see,and with this 20% im supposed to recover if not double what I'm going to be putting into your War? I think that figure is a tad small. However, 40% sounds fair enough to me. At least from an economic standpoint." Stats picked up the datapad and looked at the blueprints.

"This is some serious hardware, mandalorian. It's not going to be cheap, but I can build it for you. I assume you will also need a flagship. I can have my scientists overhaul one of these ships with some of the best tech we have, I guarantee you wont be touched. However, there is a small fee for all of this. Openly announcing you as the side I'm backing will call unwanted attention. I may need to move some of my base of operations to mandalorian space, perhaps even to mandalore itself. I will need protection, for if i go, so does my credits. " Stats had a very serious look on his face now. "we can't have that, now can we."