Completed Diplomatic Dealing and the Dark Between (CIS/Union)

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MAKEM TE; 1300...

Within the system of Makem Te, a single Knight-Class Corvette exits hyperspace within cloaked mode and silent running, allowing her sensors to run and capture all data pertaining to the system and whether the Confederacy had reacted to Mandalore's offers of peace with thoughts of war - that was to say if the Confederacy was lying in wait to ambush them or whether they would truly seek diplomacy. Once this was determined the vessel would broadcast to the Confederacy that talks were to take place on set coordinates on the dry world's surface. The vessel would await response to the broadcast and then released a Theta-Class shuttle onto the world in a cloak and dagger operation. The Shuttle touched down, doors opening to reveal the form of Manda'lor and his Palatial Guard Captain Ra'ko Aor along with four palatial guards chosen personally by Captain Aor. The shuttle had also jettisoned a pre-fab building for the negotiations to be hosted in so the remaining individuals were civilians to cook and serve food and refreshments at the location. Mandalore was not the sort to leave things to chance, however, and left a squad of his finest Neo-Knights and Aor's finest Palatial Guard in case of armed escort in a second shuttle that now hid in heat-cancelling cloaks in the hills.

The Battlegroups Kelborn and Basilisk remained ready to enter hyper-space at any time to rescue Manda'lor should the need arise, however it was Zaun's hope that diplomacy would win the day out. Finally, Winslow left the shuttle flanked by Neo-Knights and bearing both shock collar and beskar shackles. Otherwise he was well-dressed and seemed taken care-of. Winslow was brought into the meeting, with the Neo-Knights forming up at the shuttle some distance away. And so Mandalore sat at the table awaiting the CIS delegation.
 
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Captain Ra'ko keyed of his comm, confirming with his Lieutenant the additional forces were prepared. While Manda'lor's hopes were the additional soldiers wouldn't be needed, he wasn't taking that up to chance, not this time. He hadn't even wanted Manda'lor to make an appearance, it should've been a diplomat, or even a governor, but no, he had insisted on attending, and so Ra'ko along with his men would do their jobs.

He stood restlessly by Manda'lor's side as they awaited the CIS delegation, eyeing the Acolyte Winslow with caution. Having him there was the worst idea of all, even chained, he was still a threat, whether he used the force or not. He wasn't one to argue though, and the bargaining chip would be useful. Would the CIS even care about his life? This was why he hated politics, a battle of words, instead, he preferred one with hammers and fists.
 
With the Confederacy of Independent Systems rather upset about the situation at hand it was no surprise that they'd have their own sneaky back up plan in place. Regardless of this however the Separatists would indeed send their own "peace negotiators" in the form of Nute Gunray, Shu Mai with her Chief Aide Cat Miin, as well as Sebastian Ivar Kade whom was fresh from the battlefield on Kalee. Appearing out of hyperspace would be a Hardcell-class Interstellar Transport as made famous by the Techno Union. From it would take flight a lone BC-714 Luxury Transport, a vessel built by the Techno Union for the InterGalactic Banking Clan.​
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Aboard this vessel were the Separatist negotiators of course with their own light security force, including Sebastian's H8 Squad. Though upon touching down planetside and stepping out the guards would remain at the transport accordingly, the mix of organic and droid forces staring off in the distance at the Mandalorian craft and her armored security standing opposite to them. Making their way to where the meeting was to take place, it would only be Nute Gunray and Shu Mai who took seats, with Cat Miin standing just behind the latter and Sebastian left positioned between the two Council members arms behind his back with either hand holding the other. The most surprising matter at hand was perhaps Sebastian notable rise in importance compared to the beginning of the Battle Of JanFathal, to present day having just finished fighting beside General Grievous on Kalee to free it of Huk infestation.​
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Even still Sebastian knew his place and kept quiet as he awaited the likes of Nute Gunray to begin the Separatists' side of things, as they had all agreed/planned out beforehand. Shu Mai was the secondary, with Sebastian there to act both as surprise backup if need be, but also as a potential new political advisor.​
 
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"Greetings, Trade Viceroy Nute Gunray - What a pleasure to finally make your acquaintance. Allow me to begin these proceedings by giving you a gift." Mandalore stated, his voice while clear had obtained a metallic quality from the fact that he currently adorned his suit of Regal-Type Beskar'gam albeit bereft of weaponry. Mandalore the Reclaimer made motion and one of the two palatial guard within the chamber led Winslow Killswitch from the Mandalorian Delegation's side to the Trade Federation Delegation's side of the negotiation chambers. Set upon the table next was a wicker style box carved from Wroshyr Tree and laquered with ceremonial Clan Mereel oils. Should the box be opened, it would reveal a cybernetic hand from wrist down made through a beskar frame and duralloy plating. The cybernetics themselves had been fine-tuned and the nerves in Winslow's stump had been harvested and saved for just this reason. The second compartment held an arm with realistic-looking skin from wrist to just before the elbow.

"Consider this also as part of returning your agent to you. I will also make the promise that any surviving vessels we captured in Quermia, and any captured Battle Droids including fighters will be returned to you in twenty four hours here on Makem Te. Next, I'd like to move on to plans for Quermia. The planet will remain under Mandalorian control, however the Confederacy of Independent Systems may office a trade post within the system and may continue to pass through the Hydian Way via Quermia with no mandalorian trade tarriffs leveled on the CIS. If this agreement interests you. I have more to add as well."
 
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" Ahh, how refreshing, someone who can finally speak without talking about the Confederacy being vile or ran by corrupt individuals, people who don't praise the Republic for unearned glories. We thank you for the return of our dear Acolyte Killswitch, indeed.​
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Though, I must say you vastly over step your bounds Mandalorian.....Zaun Mereel your terms are close to along the lines of something we had in mind, so let us retain civility as we continue, yes?​
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The Mandalorian Union, led by Zaun Mereel will return Quermia to the Separatist Alliance...Furthermore, the Confederacy of Independent Systems is willing to, upon your acceptance of the deal, immediately and first most back your support as Mandalore of the Mandalorian people. Further details into this endeavor can be plotted out in the near future, yes?​
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Secondly, we are willing to offer the Mandalorian a trade outpost at their discretion or rather their location of choice anywhere within the stretch of the Perlemian Trade Route, tax free of course. Thirdly, and similarly we'd like if you'd also form a Mandalorian barracks of sorts on Quermia to not only bolster in the system's defenses, but to soothe sore egos about the Union's assault.​
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Finally, we'd like to extend our hand in another offer...The Mandalorian Union will be allowed to use a Confederate shipyard to build new capital ships for your naval forces, in kind the Union will willingly sell their services exclusively to the Separatist Alliance. "​
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Pausing then Nute would exchange glances with Shu Mai before then glancing at their Acolyte escort, the latter leaving Gunray booming with unusual confidence. When his eyes returned to the Mandalorian delegation side of things Nute would swallow deeply.​
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" This of course all hinges on the Mandalorian Union showing it's willingness to align itself with the Confederacy of Independent Systems, is this understood? We do not seek to absorb you or absolve you, but to work together to achieve our own ends, yess? "​
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Grumbling aliud Shu Mai could be heard, though it wasn't too fiery to cause overt concern. Sebastian meanwhile would take the grumble as if the lady wanted him to strike, but he'd never act, instead his focus split between Winslow and what appeared to be an ornate box on the table. One that he'd instinctually open to reveal...the Acolyte's cybernetic replacement for his newly lost limb. The man had lost two arms in the war, but what was the true loss? Sebastian could sense almost nothing within the Acolyte except for...fire. Almost knocked aside then Sebastian would watch on as Winslow would go on to snatch the arms from the box via Telekinesis, fueling the act with the Dark Side to connect the cybernetic limbs to his capped off stumps. Then through a minute act of Force Lightning he'd kickstart the bonding/connecting between the cybernetic limbs and his nerves.​
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Click. Click.​
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The act was swift, though this would do little to nothing for the amount of pain that would rack his entire frame with jolting agony. Wincing for a moment the Acolyte would then step backward though never allowing his gaze to leave The Redeemer's, Zaun's. Meanwhile Sebastian's gaze would never leave Winslow's frame though he'd remained mindful of the situation as to be able to defend the politicians via his peripheral vision.​
 
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A quaint smile formed upon the lips of Mandalore the Redeemer from beneath the beskar Helm of Mand'alor. These terms were tenable with some changes which would be exclusively beneficial for his mandalorian people. Mandalore took a momentary break from speaking to sip his tea as well as partake in pleasantries such as fine foods. Erstwhile, a data-slate was withdrawn from one of the delegates at the motion from Mandalore. He took a moment to weigh all options... and then responded to the Trade Viceroy.

"Accords set for this Commitment of Partnership and Sponsorship are. The Quermia system will be returned to Confederacy hands with a Mandalorian Barracks constructed on the world proper. These barracks will be serviced by a contingent of elite Neo-Crusaders. Mandalorian Mercenaries will not peruse contracts with alliance owed to the Galactic Empire of New Galactic Republic. The Confederacy will have the privilege to license exactly 10% of the Mandalorian Union's reserve forces. The Confederacy will have preferred status when it comes to mercenary contracts."

"In return, the following is granted to the Mandalorian Union: The Confederacy of Systems will sponsor myself as the true Mand'alor and leader of the Mandalorian people to whatever pursuits that requires. The Mandalorian Union will be given contract with shipyards of the Confederacy of Systems. One trade outpost, free of taxation and tariffs will be granted in a system under rule of the Confederacy of systems among the Perlemian Trade Route. If it pleases the Confederacy, I'd like to add another stanza."

"Due to lacking territory and material resources necessary for growth, we would like to make a request as part of this partnership that the Confederacy cede two worlds within proximity of the Union from within the Confederacy that are of little or no value to the confederacy at current, such as outpost worlds. These worlds may be chosen by the confederacy itself, however I'd like to suggest Almania and Treiken. In return for the value of these two worlds, we will pass down a new weapon for the Confederacy to wield in it's coming conflicts. Additionally, we will promise the very same mandalorian ingenuity and inventiveness in future joint projects down the pipeline should that be a route the Confederacy of Systems wishes to progress."

At this point, the adjutant placed the data-slate upon the table and from it's holo-projector spurned an image not seen in millenia yet still would confer a sense of dread in any trooper today that had to face it. The displayed item was the Sith War Droid Mark XIX, with added Mandalorian innovations, the droid itself was six feet tall according to schematics, it's chassis primarily constructed from durasteel and bonded plasteel plates with vital sections protected by plates of Beskar. the droid itself supported a fully heuristic processor with sith and mandalorian combat training programmes, in addition to a cloak of cortosis. The droid's arms and legs were also fitted with biotechnical grafts increasing strength and maneuverability. Finally the Sith War Droid came with a sith tremor sword, a vibroknife that was attached at the hand, the mandalorian IMWS, and the standard blaster rifle/carbine used by the Confederacy with variants that would carry heavier weapons such as a Relby V-10 Grenade Launcher or a Rotary Blaster Cannon.

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Nute's large lips would curl momentarily, a disgusting act, as if to turn into a frown before at the last minute turning into a wicked grin. A smile fueled by the pride of "victory".​
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" Ahh, the Confederacy will accept this agreement upon one final notion, that for not combatting the Union for control over these planets you will in hand cede Almania's three moons of Pydyr, Auyemesh, and Drewwa to us. as well as being promised the only copy of this droid model you offer. If only for the sake of trust and further building our new budding relationship, yess? Upon acceptance then I see no reason for the Union and Confederacy to quarrel any longer nor in the future...The Confederacy awaits the Mandalorian Union progression indeed. But, with that I also see no reason to continue this meeting I'm afraid...With all due respect Mandalore, my council and I shall make our leave then. "​
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With a wave of his hand Nute would call upon none other than Sebastian to retrieve the droid-data device, though the latter didn't know what was racing through the former's mind. For Sebastian himself was set to become the next Dark Lord of The Sith, he was posed to take over the Confederacy and to reform it into something new, something better. He was to achieve a gilded age for the Sith once more, to achieve what Sidious and so many had failed since the Empires of old. Swiftly, but carefully swooping up the datapad with his right hand Sebastian's face would momentarily tighten into a grimace as he thought about the bonds of organics and droids that he had offered to the likes of Zero. The droids weren't meant to be tools anymore, they weren't going to be the backbone of his Empire and the idea that others would attempt to continue the current unending cycle of droid servants made the leader-to-be sick to his stomach. Nonetheless he was forced to save face presently so he'd act his part and follow his current leaders until the time was right, falling in line like a good little soldier....​
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Unknown amount of time later.....​
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In what could be confused for weeks or perhaps a couple of months the Galaxy at large had already changed and yet this was it's constant state, a churning cyclone of change as well as chaos.​
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It was in this that the Galactic Empire had gone from a fledgling faction to a full blown threat, no longer a mere argument against the fact. The Jedi had acquired re-aquired Ossus and put much effort into its cause there. The Criminal Underbelly was bubbling with turmoil from various groups. And the Confederacy of Independent Systems had folded into the new Sith Confederacy, a blend of the present and the past clashing ideals into one blueprint.​
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And at its forefront was now a lone figure, Dark Lord of The Sith Darth Validus, Sebastian Ivar Kade.​
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Behind him a Dark Council which was a mix of Force Users, droids, and non Force using organics. Behind them? An army of Sith, steel and oil, flesh and blood all within thousands, millions of soldiers. And it was this entire empire that Sebastian carried on his shoulders, burdening his back with the weight of trying to do the right thing with the iron fist to achieve it. One of his first acts as leader was to go on a sort of "tour" wherein he'd visit allied planets or prospects, visit to speak his word and to make promises as well as to check in on operations. This would eventually take him to one place that brought up some dread in his mind, the Makem Te system and the dry planet he had visited some time ago. Though then he was a follower, now he had his people to think about above all else. Strolling into the pre-made small building that had been left behind during their first meeting Sebastian would note the weather on its exterior. He had called the meeting himself this time, yet again the Confederacy were second to arrive though both times had been intentional.​
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Sebastian wanted to make a statement.​
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As he and his personal guard would step into the room the warriors would line up on either of his sides while Sebastian took a few steps ahead from the middle. Slowly pulling his right hand out from beneath his cloak/cape the Dark Lord would present a familiar object, the Mandalorian data-pad that held the promised sole copy of the Sith War Droid Mark XIX. Staring blankly at the Mandalorians in the room Sebastian would let his gaze come to rest upon the "Mandalore" before in an instant his right hand would crush the data-pad thanks to his genetic-makeup. Letting it crumble to the floor with a thud and the slight crashing of glass bits the Dark Lord would then come to stand with both hands held within one another behind his back, keeping his cape/cloak swept away from his torso's front letting his black armor gleam in the light.​
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" We have some things to talk about, dear allies. "​
 
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In those months, the trembling Mandalorian Union has grown... grown into the newly reformed Mand'alorian Dominion. Ships had been built, subsidied by the Confederacy-run SoroSuub Corporation's shipyards. Thus, unlike last time when the single, cloaked Knight-Class Corvette had brought the party of Mand'alor seeking a quick and stealthy entrance and exit in case of hostilities, it was instead the Hammer of the Dominion, the MMS Canderous, the sole Chalice-Class Star Destroyer (yet another was yet still in the works of being built - must more expediently this time), that brought forth the delegation of the Mandalorian High Command as it was called, to Makem Te as was requested by the leader of the Sith Confederacy as it was now being called. The massive mandalorian flagship was nearly as large as the Galactic Empire's own Imperial-I Star Destroyer and her destructive complement had been called comparable to the Imperial-I. As soon as the MMS Canderous had vicinity to the planet of Makem-Te, it released a singular Theta-Class Shuttlecraft.

Upon landing, the loading ramp of the Theta-Class descended and from it's confines were revealed a number of Mandalorians as well as a droid - though this was not just any droid rather was the personal companion of the Mand'alor himself and anyone skilled with droids could tell that it was created with love and care. The procession made their way into the weathered building that had, months prior been used for a meeting of diplomacy. A meeting that the leader of the Dominion didn't wish to see modified too heavily by this now self-proclaimed Dark Lord of The Sith. Mand'alor took the central seat, with the droid Valor seated on the side nearest the confederacy delegation. It would be his Dehr, Juxun Ordo, who sat on his opposite side and flanked on the side of Juxun would be Jaron Carid of the Ministry of Commerce. Sitting abreast Jaron would be Nux Rau, the next Dehr-to-be, and standing behind Mand'alor was the captain of his personal guard, Ra'ko Aor.

Of course they were not alone, however, as his Palatial Guard were adorning the door at the mandalorian delegation's side and more stood outside as far back as the shuttlecraft. They bore no weapons aside from ceremonial beskads and ceremonial ballistic rifles. As soon as the Sith Confederacy delegation had seated opposite, Mand'alor removed the iconic helmet that had belonged to many of his ilk generations past to reveal a full head of black hair and a surprisingly young-looking face though held some age lines that belied an older age then initially perceived. Anyone who sought to use the force to read the man's mind would find that this was no weak-willed man, no his mind was a strong bastion, but his surface thoughts were of his proudness towards the people on this side of the room. "And what is there to talk about, Dark Lord, might I ask? Are you perhaps thinking of changing or adding to our initial agreement contract for Partnership? Are you going to try and liberate all of our droids as well? I'm certainly interested to hear what our partner and ally has to say. Please, the floor is yours."
 
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Sitting to the side of his new Lord was none other than Jaron 'Hawke' Carid, clan lord of the small clan of Carid and holding the position of Alor'aan of the Kaelta System. Now that the young mandalorian had a righteous lord to serve under, he was truly happy. The first breaking of land of the Carid's major settlement on the tropical habitable equator of Troiken had just been performed - this particular part of Troiken being fully hospitable whereas other areas of the planet were unlivable. And so with contruction of the city his clan would come to habitat being performed at this very moment, the Alor'aan had come with his Dehr to this meeting of Mandalorian High Command with the representatives of the Sith Condeferacy. Carid listened to the words of the newly proclaimed Dark Lord of the Sith, his words dripping with attempted intimidation to Jaron's own point of view. Mandalorians, however, would not be intimidated as proven in the Quermia System. While his Mand'alor was speaking, Jaron produced a data-Slate and went over the designs of the new X-1 Sable Starfighters, at least until Mand'alor said something about the confederacy coming to liberate the Dominion's droids which caught a chuckle from Jaron.
 
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It was funny to say the least, how cold and emotionless Darth Validus' own personal guard was despite half of it consisting of organic beings not just droids. The IG-100/2 models, which there were two of present, stood beside their leader the IG-X or IG-Praetorian whom the three of stood across from a pair of Kaleesh Warriors who had been set along with none other than Winslow Killswitch. The latter of which being "well versed" with the Mandalorian Union would be the only one among the guard to bare any signs of emotion as his one visible eye always burned hot with anger and his face always twisted/contorted in discomfort.​
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Even Sebastian showed much less signs of his feelings than the fiery Winslow Killswitch.​
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Curling his lip for a moment though Sebastian would take the Mandalore's first words to heart before letting it soothe over and letting the man finish what he had to say at least before responding. The latter of which was further put off when one of the Mandalore's men chuckled aloud.​
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" I would seek the same respect that your Union is given, least we end our conversation here, hm? Does your man need to step outside for us to commence?​

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No? Are we fine to continue?!​
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Good. "​
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Gnawing at his lip Sebastian would then let his gaze move across the entire Mandalorian presence within the room before resting his eyes back upon the Mandalore.​
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" Your droids? Hehh....A conversation for a different day perhaps.​

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As far as changing or adding to your deal with the previous Confederacy, of course that's why we're here. But, first....Tell me, how have things been within your Union? "​
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“The Union, much like the former Confederacy of Independant Systems, is a name of the past. In these four months we’ve become known as the Mand’alorian Dominion. I do thank you for your concern, however. As far as our current status, we are stable and experiencing great growth both in terms of prosperity and in terms of state.” Mand’alor responded. He had already assumed that the terms decided no less than four months ago, would now change along with the change to the Sith Confederacy, and had begun planning for such changes. “I do apologize for my junior’s unwarranted laughter. I believe the cause was due to my own speech about droid liberation.”

The droid custom-built through the labor and sweat of the Mand’alor himself, would speak up rather eloquently. “We droids of the Dominion are not seen as tools or property, but as comrades and companions.”

Mand’alor wore a wide grin on his countenance as his arms swept wide. “Might I then ask, your Eminence, about the new agreement you wish to broker with us, the Dominion? I would expect it to be something beneficial to both parties, as the previous agreement was.”
 
" Let us cease with the pleasantries and jokes then.

You are the Mandalore and the Confederacy supports said claim. I am the Dark Lord of The Sith, and that's that. No Eminence, no snide remarks...."

At this point Sebastian would find himself cut off awkwardly by his personal guard's formation being slightly broken up when his IG-X droids bent over somewhat so they could turn their head to face the unfolding meeting. " Uhh, Mr. Mandalorian Droid, but didn't your sire say....*vocal recording playback blended with vocal mimicking skills* our droids....*end playback and mimicking skills*

That sounds a lot like slavery with....extra steps...I mean that with all due respect Mr. Manda...."

" Thank you for that Praetorian, that will be all...."

The droid was quirky to say the least and had managed to narrowly avoid being destroyed by General Grievous before the Sith Confederacy had arisen, but Sebastian had seen something in the IG-prototype model. As if IG-X could be Sebastian if he was entirely carefree and wasn't bothered by the likes of depression, stress, and anxiety. Nonetheless now wasn't the time for interruptions especially after Sebastian had requested them to cease so the meeting could continue.

" First of all, I'd like to report to you that with all due respect and honesty the Sith Confederacy, nor has anyone of the old Separatist regime, has not produced any sort of technology based off of the refurbished droid design....How you take that is up to you and while the Sith Confederacy would like to respect the old alliance we find the former bond holding said ties together as weak....To support it the Sith would seek a one time bounty to be claimed at a later date, anyone's head would be applicable upon request of course.

Secondly, it seems that there is a separation among our two factions, let us...smooth things over shall we? On the two worlds of Almania and Treiken we will place a Sith delegate, sound appropriate? I'd even be willingly to offer one of your men or women the chance to be your own delegate through the three sister moons of Almania that the Sith hold.

And lastly....I'd request that if you have any questions about the Confederacy's new leadership that you ask them now.

I will not leave myself in question beyond that for mine is destiny and wrestled from fate with my bare hands....Just ask Grievous himself."

Curling his lip for a moment at the thought of the "General" and all of the pain and suffering he had put Sebastian through he'd soon enough settle his face back into neutrality after focusing on the memory of him defeating the cyborg. Relishing the fact he'd slowly blink before returning his gaze upon the Mandalore and his company around him.

" This could continue to be a beneficial alliance or it could crumble, as you see fit of course. "
 
"I am aware of the new Sith Confederacy's sentiments for droids and they are mirrored by those of the Mand'alorian Dominion. When I said 'Our Droids' earlier it was said as jest. Each droid's personality is developed as a top-down Artificial Intelligence that is designed in-part to become companion to one of our own yet each Droid is given individuality and choice. Whether or not you utilized that refurbished design is entirely on you and has nothing to do with the Dominion" responded Mandalore quickly, before moving on to absorb the next farce to come from the lips of Dark Lord Sebastian Ivar Kade. That the Sith would want to control the Mandalorian Dominion was something that he had already expected and so had already come to simulate how Kade would attempt to succumb the Dominion to it's puppetry rather than truly allow the state the autonomy it was promised previously.

"I've no clue what Separation you speak of, the Dominion maintains it's loyalty to it's Alliance in action and mind. Otherwise, The Mandalorian Dominion will maintain her sovereignty. However if you truly wish truly to close our bonds then I can do you one better than what you have requested. High Command, the Senate body of the Dominion, has two seats open right now. One seat will be freed for one of your chosen delegates so that the Sith Confederacy may not only see all that happens in the Senate but also become a part of making new Legislation within the Dominion. Is this to your liking, instead of your original suggestion?"

Mandalore allowed the Dark Lord to consider the offer and respond - hopefully with favoritism towards the offer which he had put on the table. He moved to speak to the droid Valor in whisper, not in an ordering tone but more like Father speaking to Son or like Brother to Brother. It could be seen that Valor was not some droid hot off the presses of the manufactorum and then customized - every single sprocket, every part of this droid had been meticulously hand-crafted with sweat and tears over the span of years by it's creator which was sitting besides it. "Neither myself nor any under my command would call your station into question - not out of blind subservience, but belief. We wish to further our ties, in fact the Dominion stands ready to aid in Military Matters. As long as ties and orders are maintained with SoroSuub, and everything decided today is made charter; we are ready.”
 
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Letting out a sigh Darth Validus would do his best to at least cut it in half....

" Mandalore the Redeemer....I press upon you again the request the additional expense of a single contract of the Sith's choice upon any time chosen....Anyone's head being claimable, or will that be the end of it?....

Out of my mind....I like that one....You rush too far ahead of yourself though for no...No, I'm talking about the clear lack of respect that I've previously mentioned. Separation that allows your people to think they can openly laugh at those you have aligned yourself with, say what you will, but it's obvious Zaun! "

Finishing the line by adding bass to his tone when speaking the Mandalore's true name then Darth Validus would take a breath before continuing. " I'll accept your counter offer to the Sith delegation idea and I have just the right individual in mind for the job, though I do hope you're prepared for them if I'm being honest. "

Blinking and taking in another calming breath the Sith Lord would come to roll his powerful shoulders before he'd extend his left arm and hand over the table that seperated the Mandalorians from the Sith. " To a continued partnership or....to new enemies?! "​
 
"Very well, you will have your request. A single contract on the Mandalorian Bounty Association which may be taken on anyone of your choosing no restrictions. As far as the 'clear lack of respect' I've no idea what you speak of. None of my kin have spoken in disrespect towards the Confederacy at-least not in my company. As for the joke my soldier made earlier, I will have my soldier punished for the offense if it suits you, Darth Validus?" questioned Mandalore. It honestly seemed more like it was Darth Validus and his Confederacy that held the lack of respect for the Dominion but as the governing body was little more that a minor footnote at the moment, he would not voicer his concerns.

"I'll take on any challenges, including Killswitch which i'm deciphering to be what you mean by that. And as always, it is my most sincere intent to maintain and further this Partnership." In a trademark departure from protocol, Mandalore the Reclaimer left the side of his delegation fully to meet in the midst of the space between the two and extend his hand to the other - rather than shake hands over the table which would be sign of further schism.
 
Keeping silent even when the Mandalore approach him, which took a moment for the Dark Lord to register as a means to not keep distance between the two groups, Sebastian would embrace nonetheless. Latching his hand around the Mandalore's forearm and nodding toward him the Dark Lord would then speak. " Killswitch? Nay, he's not the governing type as I'm sure you know by now...Plus I believe there's still a bit of resentment there...He might be a tad...Well, anyways I believe Killswitch will find some happiness in your soldier being punished for their offense indeed.

As for new Sith guest, you won't be waiting long to hear from them I assure you..."

At that point Sebastian would move for the two groups to leave at the same time to further embrace their growing bond. And while Sebastian left with a mindset of still being on the fence and unsure of the Mandalorian alliance he now at least had something he could use other than more droids....A one time contract of his choice...anyone's life....

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Two days later onboard whatever vessel Mandalore The Reclaimer is on....

" Uh sir, there's something pinging the radar, but it's...It's blinking in and out rapidly and reappearing. Do you think it's trying to jam us or?....You don't think it's moving that fast d..."

BOOOOOOM!

The ship itself would shake all over, but due to where the object had crash landed into the ship [nearest to the bridge] those within and nearby would feel the vessel shudder while in some places they'd hear the eerie warping of metal elsewhere. If any were sent to discover what had happened they'd be surprised to locate nothing, but damage to the ship. Whatever had landed either exploded or detonated while only doing superficial to the ship's exterior...Odd if not curious. However, about twelve minutes after things had been "shaken up" so would the bridge be filled with a clinking and clanking from afar, outside of the deck and down the hall surely, but what...

Clink...clank....clink....clank....clink....CLANK!

The moment the door to the deck hissed open so would a haunting visage appear and step in being one....the newly christened Authoritor Grievous. Adoring a fresh cyborg body, pearly white in color expressing it's lack of real use yet, Grievous was wearing a dark crimson cape that had a black side that hugged his frame. His arms were presently split in two with one arm on either side holding onto a Mandalorian guard each. Though they weren't dead one of them had a cracked faceplate meaning surgery was likely required in the least. tossing them aside before reforming his arms into a normal single set he'd take to holding one hand in the other behind his back, stopping about halfway onto the bridge.

" Well, hello there! "

Authoritor Grievous had arrived to ensure the bond of the Sith and the Mandalorian Dominion!
 
"That would be our new guest, one would assume. Unsure why the laser entanglement dish is acting so wonky, put in a support ticket with the Ministry of Commerce once we're back to New Mand'alor." responded Zaun, at-least until the superstructure, specifically the superstructure around the bridge and frontal nose, began to take on the stresses of hull plating taking the brunt of the 'attack' convexing upon itself and flexing as it was designed to do rather than shattering. "Send a shuttle to investigate the source of that immediately, as well!"

Either way, navigational astrolation regarding a hyperspace route back to New Mand'alor was now being prepared before the arrivals of any new beings upon the bridge, but when the clinking and clanging occurred, of course it would be none other than his own Palatial Guard who protected the corridors into the bridge. Would have already been informed of the arrival of a delegate of choice from the Sith Confederacy to the bridge of the Canderous Ordo and thus would allow Authoritor Grievous onto the bridge rather than relinquish weapons and all that and such.

The cyborg's arrival already being reported to him by the Palatial Guard, Mandalore the Reclaimer stood at ready with command crew standing at stations as well. Aside Mandalore was the captain of the Palatial Guard, most likely unhappy that two his his recruits had been wounded but a quick habnd-wave from Mandalore would end any thus conversation to that end. Another hand-wave would have auxilliary crew bring the wounded one of to the Canderous Ordo's medical bays. "Ahh welcome, Grievous. You've had a seat prepared, please come and take it as signifying your position within the Council of High Command."

Mandalore then nodded to the helmsman to punch it - and the Chalice-Class Star Destroyer jumped to hyperspace...
 
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