Star Wars - Corporate Sector Roleplay - Galactic Civil War Era
The Corporate Sector or "CorpSec" was an independant sector created in order to resolve differences between Galactic Republic lawmakers and the heads of many of the galaxy's largest corporations. It was located in the Outer Rim Territories, at the front end of the Tingel Arm region. The year is 3BBY.
Civil war rages in the major Galaxy. Imperials within the Galactic Empire bidding to secure their place against the relentless Rebel assault. Though they outnumber the Rebels and have far greater weaponry they do not have the same resolve and persistence that the Rebels appear to have, nor the dumb luck.
The Corporate Sector has its own problems. For the first time in Generations the outer Galaxy has directly interfered with their sector as the Imperials seize a research facility that apparently had been selling equipment to the rebels, which has caused an uproar on the board that controls the Corporate Sector.
Though there are many other issues, recently there have been problems inside the corporate sector that require more immediate attention.
- A high rise of criminal activity.
- Newly discovered planets with new species.
- The bankruptcy of several companies.
Mar swore as he woke up hitting his head on the top of his head on his bunk. Corporate Quarters, they never agreed with him. At-least his work here was done and he could return home, or at-least to Reltooine. He could still not truly return home. He pulled up his helmet and looked at the dents and scratches and sighed. He'd have to get that fixed, sooner or later. He clipped on his wrist blasters and checked them, the left one was slightly faulty but it still worked efficiently.
He ducked under the door, all prepared and walked through the corridors barging past many of the employees. They looked at him with strange looks on their faces. He was never welcomed here, though it would not matter that he had saved many of their lives dealing with their little "evil alien bug" problem as the CEO of this particular company had told him. He never really bothered to find out what this company did, all he knew is they had a problem and they paid him handsomely to fix it. It was good enough for him.
Heading out onto the landing pad he sighed as he saw it, a old torn up B-wing, dents and scars lining across it. It was an old ship and he took a mental note that he would have to replace it later. She was old, and had little use for him now. Against the older imperials and smugglers it was a good ship but out here when every person who was a major power was rich enough to buy their own Acclamator at the very least, and some of the richer ones could fund and build their own little fleets. It was time for a serious upgrade, though first a drink.
He never managed to find a decent drink in these corporate buildings. It was all extremely strong and left a burning feeling down your throat that lasted several hours and wasn't as pleasant as the drinks he proffered. He hopped in and took off, hearing a angry little man shouting into his headset. Obviously he forgot to ask for clearance to take off. He was pushed back in his seat as he entered hyperspace and the ship rocked slightly as the inertia dampeners didn't get used to the strain straight away. He would definitely need a new ship or this would be the death of him...
He looked out below his hood out towards the greenish tint of the nebula from the bridge of his ship. The Reaper
. It was a grand ship, a Gladiator a newer design used by the Empire and it was capable of decimating anything that he came across, any puny patrol or group of pirates used to easy kills. He would take note of that, he would need to influence the board to try and work on the security of the patrols within the sector.
Extra militant action would make it easier to corrupt, it would mean more business for many countries and a massive excuse for himself to make a large fleet. He could claim it was all in the best interests of his company. They would never think of the other side, they didn't even know of his ship or this persona. He looked out of the bridge which was lain flat and empty, with only three consoles. Two for his seconds and one for himself. Only he could access this console and he is the only one that ever would for it held his most precious information, of his bases. True identity and schematics for his battle plans. He wouldn't be denied.
He watched out the bridge as a Corporate Sector patrol came towards him. Two Munificent
class ships. He smirked, the corners of his mouth raised slightly though he tried not to show too much emotion and he looked back towards his two guards standing beside the door holding their rifles proudly across their chests. Unwavering.
He walked towards his console and entered his personal command code. "Time to get things started."
Tyrell swore. "Sith spit"
. He looked at the reports streaming in now. Gallofree was declaring Bankruptcy, this would be bad for him. If one of his rivals managed to gain the resources of Gallofree... Then he would be in serious trouble. The competition would be tremendous. He would have little chance of making his money, making his fortune. He would not allow himself to be outdone by those who had lied and stole from their own families.
He laughed as he thought of this as he stood up, sorted out his suit and then left his ship on the landing pad within the main Boards building. Walking up-to the guards he nodded to the guards and input his access code. The tall doors before him slid open and he walked into the decorative hall. Nodding at several people whom he did like. Men and Women who bought his products, made deals with him and helped him make his fortune.
He went to the elevator at the far hall as it opened he walked inside. Naturally he went for the private
elevator as it began to lift towards the top floor. A extravagant dome that allowed him and any other board member to look over the planet and the great expanses. It was the most luxurious rooms, and the most hated in the entire corporate sector. For those of the poor in the sector, it was where the cruel and evil masterminds as they were called plotted how to squeeze the sector for m ore money to gain as much as they could out of this small corner of the galaxy.
He walked in and poured himself a glass of water out of a small fountain in the corner, even this fountain with no purpose other than producing water had one of the most luxurious designs possible, for such a small object. He walked over and took his place at the table, one of the 37 who would always have a place at the board for as long as he lived. It was time to see what was going on.