Mr. Mortati

”œI feel that commandeering your Frigate in exchange for my shuttle is more then a fair deal, so I am hardly wasting one of my shuttles.”

”œHmm”¦I'd prefer the hardway, I don't appreciate you coming here with the obvious intent to attack and I certainly don't appreciation you, or the Admiral, simply assuming I deal in illict wears because of who I align myself with.”

Mortati took a seat in his overly plush leather chair behind his large oak desk. A long stem, crystal glass was sitting in front of him for all of two seconds before he eloquently lifted it up and took a sip of the deep crimson fluid. ”œAh, you aren't too quick on the intake are you? I invited you here so that you could explain just why you have come here to my shipyards to harass me with your meager ship. Why have you come here, slandering my name by treating me like a common thug? I am anything but common and I most certainly am not a thug.”

((Actions of other PC's approved to speed things along)) Mortati watched passively as the Alliance vessel docked with the shipyards. A group of Black Sun Soldiers, armed with pistol scale railguns and fletchette rifles, were sent out as an escort for the Alliance officials. It appeared that only four figures would come up to greet him and two of those were just guards. They were rather trusting it would seem”¦that or they had something up their sleeves. They were not allowed to take their weapons into Mortati's office and would have to let themselves be scanned for any concealed weaponry or explosives and after that they were led into his lavish office, or more appropriately called an apartment unto itself. He flashed a thin smile as his flesh was stretched taught over his sharp features. ”œSo glad you could join me, please”¦take a seat. Would you like a drink, something to eat?”

A Reply was sent to the Alliance vessel, which was in no place to be making demands. 'Well, I'd be glad to surrender if you present evidence against me.' Considering what lengths Mortati went to, to make sure that everything in his operation had a legal front it was highly doubtful that the Alliance was able to get any information on him that concerned illegal activities without him knowing. "...Though, Communiqués are so impersonal, how about you join me in my shipyards and we can discuss this over drinks, or perhaps dinner if your hungry. Wait, what am I thinking? Of course you want to join me. I'll send an escort out for you." He wasn't going to give this man the freedom of choice; several fighters came out and began to move around the Nebula B while one of the larger ships moved into position behind the Alliance vessel. It was made obvious what would happen if he refused, but without Mortati directly saying anything to him about it there was nothing he could do as far as charges. Mortati hadn't done it, the ship commanders had. ((Come join me, it'll be nice;) ))

Mortati was more bemused by the Alliance's tactics then anything. Despite what they thought, the Black Sun forces Had been on high alert for over a day now, so they hadn't caught any one by surprise. Not a single Black Sun starfighter was released as the Nebulon b-2 Frigate cut a path towards the planet, releasing troop shuttles. "How amusing," Mortati mused as he sipped at a glass of red wine from within the shipyards that orbited the planet. It was such a shame that the Alliance had broken threw his ships, now he was left with nothing but an entire Fleet separating the single Alliance vessel and the shipyards. They would have no choice but contact him and try a few more peaceful tactics for whatever they were here for. He wouldn't contact them, though, he'd let them contact him and plead that he open up the block aid that was being put into place. "Activate the gravwells," muttered Mortati as he moved back to his desk after suddenly losing interest in watching the actions out in space.

Fletchette Launchers and Disruptor weapons were the item of the day on Roon. The Massive R&D section of the underground city was hard at work designing new and improved ways to use them. Disruptors were the sort of weapon that could inspire fear in the heart of most that laid eyes upon it and even now the scientist that were hard at work on improving the designs were worried about messing something up and accidentally ”˜disrupt' their hand, or even worse failing to improve the models and having their boss turn the weapon on the, What they developed was a tri-barreled weapon that could replace some of the automated slug thrower turrets and in some places merely compliment those slug throwers. On the Fletchette side of things, they worked towards developing a new type of grenade to outfit their soldiers with. It would work on much the same concept of a fragmentation grenade, except it would have a stronger concussive blast and the surface of the grenade would be able to adhere to any surface one second after activation. There was no activation button for them, though, merely a finger print recognizer. Since the soldiers at Roon were no where near the amount the Empire had, it was a simple enough task to customize all of their gear so that it better suited them. They were elite, they deserved it. Below the sprawling underground city, down in the dank caverns of Roon the creatures of Trowa Barton had been steadily mutating. Every so often a group of new scientists would come in, or they'd create a clone of some exotic species and the creatures couldn't help but pull the unsuspecting person down into the depths of their home. New Species of the Galaxy meant new species for them.

Mortati tossed his comm down onto the desk in front of him. He was hardly pleased with the news he had just received as it didn't bode well for business. War was the most profitable time for a man like him, yet when he was involved in such a war it was hardly good for business. It appeared that despite all the profits he had brought to Black Sun, Piccolo still wished to go against Ronin and him. It was a shame, really. All the accounts that Mortati had been dealing with that held Black Sun Funds were drained and funneled into various other accounts where the process began again until they ended up in his own account. He was now a much richer man and this pleased him greatly. He sat back, sending out a few comms and putting the shipyards as well as the fleet on full alert. It wasn't too terribly long before a shuttle arrived, carrying with it a few soldiers from Roon as well as a few exotic guards that none of the casual employee's would be privy to seeing. These special guards carried no weapons; they Were the weapons.

Mr. Mortati looked out into space as his agents kept a close eye on the other sect of Black Sun as they began packing up. He had bought the Shipyards a while back and planned to keep his operations here, rather then leave with the other group so he wanted to keep an eye on them and make sure they didn't delete anything vital. Everything went smoothly as he sipped wine from a crystal glass.

Survivor's Foundation order arrives on schedule and ready to be transferred to their hands, so long as payment was rendered.

Being that the shipyards had more pressing matters to attend to, a simple 'Roger that' was sent in response to the 'admiral's arrival. The crew that had been keeping watch over the ships quickly departed, leaving them for the Empire to take over and leave with as they had with the other ones.

Mortati arrives on the planet and instantly dives into the field of politics, stating that Black Sun would be holding elections for Mayor of the place. Citizens are allowed to run and one man does run, putting up a good fight against the tall pallid man who makes promise after promise that is quite possible to keep, even easy to keep”¦but to the citizens the promises seem like something huge. Still, though, his opponent did have the home field advantage. In the end, despite what is predicted to be a very close race”¦Mortati wins the spot in a land slide victory. Recounts are called, three times over, but every time the results are the same. He won and there was no questioning it. Some crack pot conspiracy theorist began ranting about how he cheated, but they are quickly condemned as threats to the public and are taken care of. The faculties began production on Ronin's new droid instantly, business coming back in full swing as Mortati imports a few of his personal engineers to assist the ones already on the planet for various new tasks. The place would be a great profit to him”¦and black sun.

Two of Black Sun's Ships enter the system, Mortati packs up and boards the Neutron Pixie for parts unknown to those on Artus. He leaves behind a few men in charge of organizing the new stock of Cortosis for sell, rather then how they used to just give it to the Empire.

The six ships of the Black Sun fleet enter the system shortly after the activation of the self destruct sequence. Knowing that time was of the essence and that there wasn't a lot they could do, they positioned themselves and the ones with the proper weapons opened fire with their ion cannons. Soon all systems, including that of the self destruct sequence would be offline...

A news broadcast on the business channel comes on, showing the emblem of widely known business ran by a very aggressive businessman. "Today in Business, a man known only as Mr. Mortati bought out a majority share of the Celestial Construction Co. This will add to his already astounding holdings that have only been rising over the past months. These ship yards, combined with those he holds over the world of Roon will expectedly double his profits in the coming months." The news goes on to report the closing numbers of the market, showing the stoke for CCC rising several points in the last hours.