The Rebel Faction

Bonadan

VC-HQ - Mr Vinda's office




Vinda's eyes narrowed slightly as they watched Richter study in depth, Section's intelligence report about the goings on within the Tion sector.

As he waited for the head of Vinda-Enterprises Inc. to digest all the information, Vinda calmly took a few audible tokes on his Cigarra. The blue smoke slowly rose above the men like a swirling mist , causing the sun's ray's from outside to cast strong beams throughout the entire office.

Breathing in a deep drag, Vinda spoke as Richter's eyes met with his...

"... reports have been filtering through for some time now, but as you can see Section has confirmed these reports are true...an organisation known as The Black Dragon Empire have started 'colonising' worlds across the Tion Sector.. and its probable they'll continue doing so..."

Richter frowned slightly

"...Rudrig.." He murmured, thinking aloud...

Vinda smiled at the businessman's ability to access things accurately , and quickly...

"...yes...we don't know much about them, apart from various intelligence reports...however what we do know, is they do have an interest in Rudrig....since they have asked to speak to one of our representatives about the matter...."

Richter raised his head slightly as he listened to the Vinda-Corp figurehead speak...

"...it appears our new neighbours are here to stay, as such I feel it prudent to welcome them...."

Richter nodded , but went straight to the point...

"...what about Rudrig?..."

Vinda smiled faintly, and exhaled deeply causing jets of cigarra smoke to dance and furl upwards away from his nostrils...

"...I do not wish to have a new enemy on our doorstep, and it is clear the feeling is mutual, the handover of Rudrig will be beneficial to all concerned...there are conditions, for both sides...of course.."

Richter smiled...

"...of course..." He quipped...

"...I wish for you to head-up the talks on Rudrig, an agreement has been reached, verbally, and I want you to take it to them..."Vinda continued...

Straightening his suit jacket Richter nodded in response...

"...when do I leave?..."

Leaning forward from his chair Vinda handed over a data-pad containing the details of the agreement, and smiled as he looked up to Richter...

"...no time like the present..."

The shadowy form of a Ghost class vessel faded into the atmosphere of Rudrig. The Trade Hall directly underneath as it vectored down in a landing pattern. Its bulbous spheroid portions reflecting the systems sun off its shimmering armor like an ancient Knight riding over the crest of a hill with the sun to his back.

The gravametric engines distorted the space around the vessel, curving the matter of reality with the advanced science of the Dameun race that created it. In an atmosphere, this worked to the effect of an improved repulsar, but as effective in the landing of a capital sized craft.

* Trade Hall - Moments later *

The doors swung open quickly as the Dameun deligation marched into the open room. There were only three real deligates, each looking like a photocopy of the last. Tall bald men, with an average build wearing what would be considered the height of galactic fashion of the time. Behind them two of the feared Drahzi Dameun stood, taking positions near the doorway itself, as to secure the room and everyone inside. They bore no distinct weapons, but again, those would be hidden in their frame even if they were there.

Coming to a stop before the pacing for of the medium balding man near the middle of the hall, the deligation simultaniously peer around the room itself before addressing it.

"Who here speaks for you?"

The Three nodded slightly in a synchrnous motion. Each moved and sat in an adjacent chair at the same time while watching to spokesman with intrest.

"We each speak for all the Empires intrests"

The center one spoke, but it seemed to eminate from more than one being.

"Lets begin"