Disclaimer Note: Lead in to GM Administered "Mock Battle" for Story Premise. Unit's Described in any state throughout Corruption Consolidated story installments or impending mock combat posts do not NECESSARILY exist in GCW II Real Time. Kessel PDF and Hero Forces exist in the now along regulations independent of story development and mock battle action.
Corruption Consolidated Pt II
. . .two weeks later. . .
Ishfan stood on the dimly lit small observation deck of The Spire, the towering defensive structure rising out from the cratered landscape of the Garrison Moon and seemingly lined from top to bottom with heavy weapon emplacements. Finally again fitted in the proper attire of an Imperial Warlord, his sturdy black knee high boots and charcoaled fatigues, Admiral's ranking, and a few other interesting unique adornments pinned atop a deep red sash wrapped from right waist to left shoulder and around again to hang down one's back as a cape. He paced about the uppermost platform swirling a bubbling concoction in a glass as his vibro-scimitar clanked at his side, stopping intermittently to gaze out the wrap around transparisteel walls and domed ceiling in to open space. Alone, save for a pair of black armored guards on either side of the only doorway in to or out of the secluded chamber. Waiting and watching for his adversary, Admiral Natasi Daala, to return for a climactic confrontation of rivaled Imperial commanders set to determine the future of the fractured Imperialist forces in the region.
A trio of TIE Interceptors screamed by and off out on patrol as a Hopper Shuttle approached the main hangar entrance, the mines of Kessel already again beginning to reap and return their valuable asset, the potent unique strain of spice known as Glitterstim. Popular both legitimate and illicitly for pharmaceutical and recreational consumption, the spice is harvested by hand by the slaves of Kessel's various prison facilities from the treacherous deep vast interconnected system of cavernous tunnels, home to the deadly Energy Spiders, the actual source of the spice itself. A caste system amongst the imprisoned populace of Kessel manages itself, as higher level prisoners worked in the safety of the complexes themselves and administrated the mining and raw refinement. Only the top levels of a facilty, where the spice was shipped off to Sky Bogey and new prisoners recieved, were staffed by Imperial personnel- specifically those loyal to Szymon.
Now in complete control of the Kessel System and distribution of Glitterstim, Admiral Ishfan Szymon has summoned support from his seedy associates and consolidates a base of power to draw out Daala for defeat and control of the Maw along with remaining nearby Imperial assets to extend his sphere of influence and galactic prominence.
The Observatory's entrance smoothly glided open as the finely affluent civilian attired Inspector General entered from the brightly illuminated corridor and sealed behind him as he briskly strode up the slightly inclined spiral walk way to the Admiral. A unique yellow-orange two block rank badge pinned to his collar the only apparent identifier of his post. Szymon greeted him with an embrace that was unexpected by Urratio, then ushered him to one of the few hovering seats as he presumed to pour him a glass from a nearby server droid which the Inspector reluctantly accepted as Ishfan himself continued to pace and swirl while they conversed personally briefly before business ensued,
"Sharp look Niks," Ishfan commented with a tip of his glass,
"I must say I'm jealous, you seem to be enjoying things more than me," he said.
The Inspector sniffed his chemically roiling beverage in hand before pulling away to hold it at a distance as his eyes teared up and retorted,
"from the scent of things definitely not, and there's nothing to be jealous of, this is the third time I've changed today, after playing go between all day to settle a dispute for a pair of rival Hutt Kajidics we're supplying there's not enough fresh water on a super tanker to wash the stench and slime off," The Admiral halted his pace and smiled,
"the slime I can understand, but the only stench I detect from a Hutt is that of money," he humored Urratio before tucking his sheathed sword around, taking a hover-seat himself and inquiring,
"What developments have you to report Inspector?" Ishfan plainly addressed his newly officially made executive officer.
"Admiral, our scouts and sleepers report Daala's battlegroup is now moving out of The Maw. It will take some time, but their arrival is now imminent. We estimate a week at most, few days at least. The Spire is strong, our forces drilled and ready, your auxiliary contracts now mustering in the outer reaches of the system with a strong investment on behalf of the Hutts who've committed a pair of Providence cruisers to protect their interests with us. With Daala however come four Imperial Star Destroyers" the Inspector began with concern as he hailed the server droid and placed his drink on it's extended tray arm and shooed it away as it spit a few boops and bops of unappreciation and rolled away, it's head still pivoted towards the two. Szymon cut in,
"What of my Flagship?" The Inspector hesitated before answering,
"Still no word from the Devorantum my Lord," The Admiral was blank for a moment before biting his lip and angrily hurled his glass across the room as his patience was wearing thin, sending it smashing in to the transparent steel walls as the liquid contents streamed down the wall and shattered fragments fell to the floor. The server droid hurriedly scurried over while emanating an annoyed barrage of beeps and whistles,
"The stealth beacon was active and received our transmissions," the Inspector attempted to offer optimism,
"there is hope yet that she will return in time," he concluded.
"Yes, hope," the Admiral reiterated and continued as he stood and kicked the hover-chair back across the floor, resuming his pacing,
"the Hutt warships are fodder, the Tenloss reliable and brash but no match for Star Destroyers alone, offer me something more reassuring than hope Inspector," he said rhetorically as the server droid returned and Ishfan helped himself to a freshly brewed specialty as it seemingly let out an electronic sigh. . .
