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It's nothing personal
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It's Nothing Personal, Or Is It?”

Mount Dahkan
Aeotheran
Orian System

Malisane looked round the room, his eyes focusing on Deckard Kaelen First Minister of of the Aeotheran government. “I am displeased with this unrest in the outer sectors Minister,” he said coldly, “production targets are down. This will not be tolerated.”
The usually confident and placid official looked nervously back at the heavily scarred Sith. “I agree Governor,” he replied, “the Aeotheran Security Force are working to contain it, however production has spread across the planet faster than we are able to adapt our security patrols, we have limited resources.”
“I do not want to hear excuses Minister,” Malisane replied, “when we established the government it was designed to work together, to balance profit with stability. You have an entire bureaucracy designed to work together to achieve that aim. If it is imbalanced that is your failing and your subordinates.”
“I understand Governor,” the man replied.
Malisane turned to the female officer in the room. “Commander Miros, you will assign a battalion to assist the ASF. You will also meet with their officers and make it clear what is expected of them. Any who do not give you confidence you may remove.”
“Yes Governor.” she replied coldly.
Malisane turned to the final person present. “Commodore, what is our fleet status?”
Commodore Krill clicked a button and figures appeared in front of them. “We have near maximum personnel Governor,” he replied, “and all ships have reported as operational. We have had to reassign Task Force Besh from Inos to Aeotheran to plug the gap in our planetary security caused by the loss of the skyhook.”
The Sith scowled. “I understand. What our our fleet facilities?”
Krill shrugged. “Again, we have had to move our resupply and repairs functions to the main clan bases until we establish a permanent solution. This has delayed operations somewhat.”
“Very well,” Malisane replied, “anything else?”
“No Governor, you will receive a formal report.”
“Then you are dismissed.”

A short while later Malisane stood on the balcony of his quarters, looking out across the snow surrounding the mountain the Dakhan house had made their home. He was unusually pensive. Recent events had bothered him. On the face of it getting away from the bureaucracy of running the House and its planet had been a welcome break, and away from the usual members he had just been another fighter amongst the pirates and the members of the other clans. It had been good.
However the fact so many of his clan had taken up with the Severians, who were dubious allies at least based on recent history, still bothered him. There had been justifications from others, especially in the Summit, and some had seemed as genuinely sad he had joined the Tenixir as others had been pleased he was not going to be with them. It bothered him though. The Clan had no business supporting those who had betrayed the Brotherhood in the past and would again when it suited them.

The loss of Marakith was also irritating. When he had been persuaded to return the skyhook a year earlier he had never intended it to be a permanent solution. After all that had happened to it the station had not been what it was, and confidential engineers reports cast doubt it could be maintained much longer than a year or so before it became mothballed. It more bothered him that having recaptured, the Orian system had once again so nearly fallen. And one of their most secure facilities had been taken. This was despite the Clan fleet being stronger than it ever had been. Perhaps the leadership ought to be focusing on that rather than shoring up supposed allies?

He turned as he heard a beep at his door. He walked through the balcony doors and into the sparsely decorated room. “Enter.”
His Aedile entered. Adept Sanginius Entar had been working with the Sith for a year and to be honest there was no closeness between them. Malisane respected that the former Consul had stepped up when the position had been vacant but that was all. For the best part Malisane was content for the Adept to partly look after the members and partly carry out his duties for the Shadow Academy on Nesolat. As far as he could tell the Aedile was happy Malisane was not often around and left the running of the house and planet to himself and the military and civilian officials.
“Was there something Adept?”
Sanguinius shook his head. “Nothing of importance, Quaestor,” he replied, “all members have returned safely from Dandoran. We have no casualties or major injuries.”
“That is satisfactory,” Malisane replied, “was there anything else?”
“No not as such,” the Elder replied, “I am due to return to Nesolat in the morning. I was planning on attending the meeting with the Senior Staff before I turn in though, I thought I would check in with you first.”
“I have attended to it Aedile,” Malisane replied, “they have departed for their duties."
Sanguinius raised an eyebrow, “You attended it?”
Malisane met the elders gaze. “I did. Is that a problem Aedile?”
The passive Elder shook his head. “No, you usually show no interest though.”
The Quaestor shrugged. “I am looking to take care of more. Things are going well here on Aeotheran, but they can improve. And you have your many duties with the Shadow Academy and Regents office. We will have to see about lightening your load here.”
Sanguinius looked unusually nonplussed. “Very well. We will see how that goes, I suppose.”
“Good,” Malisane replied calmly, “then I will not detain you. If you see Malik tell him I want to see him.”
Sanguinius nodded and left.

A short while later the other Adept entered the room. “You wished to see me Malisane?”
“Yes Malik,” he replied. In truth he was no closer to the Neti that he was to the others in the House, but he had been not close to him for much longer. “I have the assignments for Sapphire Squadron.” He produced a datapad.
The experienced elder looked them over slowly, and then his eyes raised up to meet the Quaestor's. “This is just routine surveillance and crew motivational training,” he replied.
“And?”
“It is hardly work for our members. And reasonably experienced ASF agent or personnel advisor could carry these out.”
“It is good to keep our members busy Malik,” Malisane countered.
“It will take up much of their time and take them away from the Mountain or their other homes. It will be greatly unpopular.”
“Perhaps,” Malisane replied, “but being a member of Sapphire Squadron brings many privileges and authority for its members. If necessary remind them of that.”
The Neti did not scowl or even change his placid features. He merely studied the Sith coldly. “As you wish, Quaestor.”
Malisane nodded. “That is all sorted then.”
“Was there anything else?” Malik asked.
“Yes,” the Sith replied,” Commodore Krill informs me is has been necessary to pull our forces back from Inos to strengthen them here. With recent events with the Sigmas and the Unchained we should not turn our back on that area and get caught out again. I would like you to take the Satyr and do a routine patrol. See if you can sense anything that may be of concern to us. Take your time there is a lot of territory to cover.”
The Neti's features finally cracked. “You want me to do that? A patrol?”
Malisane nodded. “Yes. No one else in the House or perhaps even the Clan has your unique abilities. I would trust no one more. I have ordered the cruiser to prepare to depart in the morning. They will be waiting for you.”
Malik looked directly into the Sith's eyes, and Malisane felt the Neti's mind brush against his own. “Very well, it will be as you wish.” He gave a stiff bow and left.

Malisane waited for him to go and then touched the communicator on his desk. “Get me Commander Miros on a secure channel.”
There was a pause and a hologram appeared showing the the cold features of the officer in charge of the House's ground forces” “Yes Governor?” she asked with a salute.
“I have some surveillance targets for you Commander,” Malisane told her, “I will send you details and the methods I want using.”

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RoS: Escalation Chapter 3
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[RoS: Escalation Phase I] Fiction - A Venue to Die For
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Nevo Race Track Pod Racer Garage

Built into a cliff face below one of the main spectator stands next to the starting line, the garage contains 20 individual stalls along the back wall opposite the main doors to the track. Along the front wall there are a number of necessities needed for each pod Racer. These include an inspection stall for ensuring compliance with the regulations and to make sure nobody is obviously cheating and no weapons systems are mounted on the racers Pod. The inspection stall is filled with scanners and tools for the inspector team to do a very thorough investigation of the pod racer before they approve it. There are two security droids posted there for the teams safety to avoid any misunderstandings with teams caught cheating. Next to the inspections stall is the Bulk fuel storage containing four large fuel tanks that take up the rest of the wall. Each with a main line that goes out to the exterior pit area before splitting to each of the exterior pit stalls for mid race refueling. This area and all the piping is clearly marked in yellow and red paint to tell any would be fighters to avoid shooting in that direction. The Hutts put a high degree of importance on securing their money making assets and have installed a large beskar cage around the fuel depot to avoid any errant mishaps. The fuel depot is also guarded by two security droids whose only parameter is to keep unauthorized or unwanted personnel from entering.

A Hutt run establishment wouldn't be complete without a fairly large gambling center and bar. On the opposite side of the door on the exterior wall is an elevated lounge area equipped with a caged off bookies nook for taking bets on the races. The rest of the raised platform is lined with a full bar and tables and chairs for the crews to lounge and enjoy the racer while throwing back a few. The Hutts spared no expense in the lounge area with Krayt dragon leather seating and Kashyyykian wood table tops. This area has been known for extra curricular activities and has two more security droids assigned to keep the peace.

Two more security droids are at the entrance to the garage to ensure spectators can't sneak in and bother the crews or their favorite racer. The droids main function is to keep the peace but they are directly controlled by the Hutts who are known to let a scuffle go if they can place bets on the fight. The security droids are more of a referee than a security measure in most instances.

The "Nest", as many crews have come to call it is an oval room above the main door that can see out both the front of the garage and into the garage. This room is used by the announcers and broadcasters to give prerace broadcasts as well as call all the action from the race. This rooms broadcasting array is state of the art and is tasked with sending the video from their numerous camera droids around the track, the stands, and the garage to the large megatron video screens to provide for the juiciest action for the race fans across the city and across the galaxy.

In the center of the garage is a two lane causeway for the podracers to travel along to get to the inspection stall or the track and is marked with lights to divide it. The walls and floor are entirely durasteel. Giving the garage a very clean and upkept look.

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[RoS: Escalation Phase I] Fiction - A Venue to Die For
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Casino Hub

Within Garganta Galleria Casino Hotels many buildings, lies the main Hub, the biggest of them hall. It’s there you will find all the colorful and noisy slot machines, the Pazaac tables and the Sabacc suites.

The Hub is a dim lighted labyrinth of tables, credits and most of all, people. It is quite easy to get lost amidst all the chaos. There are three levels that can be accessed in the Hub.

The Main level is a circular floor with a big stage in the center that rotates when the bands are playing live. To the north, opposite to the entrance, you can find a huge bar area where the most exquisite and extravagant drinks can be acquired. By the entrance, several clerks will trade your credits for betting chips or vice-versa. The floors are made of orange marble with beautiful gray-like veins. Several carpets of the finest silk are spread along the floor.

On the second level, the high betting tables of Sabacc and Pazaac are located. The second floor is a circular balcony that allows view to the first floor, and also a privileged view of the stage in the middle.

On the third level are the private VIP booths where one can indulge in more pleasurable activities. All the best treatment experiences are available there, from delicate massages to private dances, to exotic food and beverage tasting.