-=| Fiction |=-

The room in the Yuanming resort had been secured by the Saxon Military under Korvis's control. He had fought hard to wrestle the army away from its former commander. He had had the room swept for any listening devices and even removed the ones he had ordered placed there. At his feet lay his trusted Arx Wolf, the two had met by accident and now Scout was never far from his presence.

The table in front of him held four people. Not known to everyone in the system these were the people that he had to subject so the Vizsla would truly own the Zsoldos system. Korvis sat at the head of the table his weapons nowhere to be seen. That was the condition of the meeting. No weapons, no guards and they would all meet to discuss a mutually beneficial arrangement.

Two of the men were already loyal to him, Raist was the leader of the house deathwatch, and the commander of Nox Company could be trusted to agree to the terms. As could Hector Von Ricmore a somewhat rarity being both a practitioner of the force and a Mandalorian. He was making strong inroads in the conclave of force users that called Pirun their home.

Of the other two members at the table, one was a blue-skinned Duros who was the defacto governor of Zsoldos. He had made a strong play after the Children of Morris attacked the planet. If it hadn't been for Vizsla and the Saxon military this planet would be a wasteland or worse. Korvis knew he would be easily convinced to join them.

Last, and the wild card was an obese human that quite honestly Korvis found repulsive. He was the head of the criminal syndicate in the Zsoldos sector. Korvis had no real disdain for the criminals but what he despised was slavers. It has been under this man's watch that people were lured into slavery and sold across the galaxy. He preyed on the poor and the weak and sent them to horrific lives for the sake of a few credits. Credits he didn't even need.

"I trust you have all read my proposal. I think you will find it amicable to the alternatives." The Consul knew it was a veiled threat. The alternative was a forceful takeover. But he saw no option to consolidate the entire system under Mandalorian control.

"You ask that I should give up my livelihood to serve you." It was the response Korvis had expected from the fat man at the end of the table. He was known to be both a bully and unreasonable.

"I demand that you stop being a slaver!" A loud thud was heard as the Ratattaki hammered his fist on the table. The noise itself alerted Scout to stand, his back nearly even with the chair. "You are here as a courtesy. This is NOT a negotiation."

The slaver stood up, his finely tailored clothes walling perfectly into place. His face contorted into an angry snarl. "You are nothing but a man in a fancy suit of armor, I could kill you without a second thought."

"Feel free to test that assumption at your convenience."

Quicker than a man with that much blubber normally has, the human started towards Korvis. Yet the Consul didn't even move a muscle as his newfound enemy ran towards the other end of the table. Barely two steps away from him, Korvis just nodded his head at Scout. The Arx wolf had been patient waiting on the command and once given didn't hesitate.

With a quick burst of speed, Scout leaped through the air like a concussion missile made of fur. He put his full momentum squarely in the chest of his target. For a split second, you could see the surprise on the human's face as he began to topple backward. A massive jaw clamped down on his windpipe and with a violent shake of his head, Scout ripped the windpipe out of the man. A short gurgling sound was made as the last breaths escaped his victims' lungs.

"Anyone else have any objections?"

-=| Great Jedi War Results |=-
Whew! That was a fun one alright. Clan Vizsla placed fourth in the Vendetta. A much better showing than last year and looking back most members improved their overall scores from last year. I am not going to put you guys to sleep with all the minutia of scores and participation numbers. If you did one competition or 28 you contributed. Feel good about just working to help the clan place higher. I have already started going through the member dossiers and shipping out awards to members. More will be on the way soon.

For his work in the Vendetta, our resident clan credit card Zoron has earned the Warstalker Armor to use until the next vendetta. Zoron killed it in the war and won the inaugural Pazaak tournament. Which is no small feat.

The clan received the fourth choice of the Fleet Upgrade possession. With that, we have selected the Ascendant Composite Beam Cannon

Be on the lookout for Clan Competition to start back up in earnest next month. I figured we all could use a bit of a break so we slowed things down a little after the war. If you are wondering why the fiction, no I have not been abducted and replaced with a Hutt overlord. This is the beginning of the next clan storyline and a way to introduce the factions that we will be developing and using going forward. More on this in my next report.

Applications are still being taken for the position of Vizsla Proconsul. The deadline for applications is site reset on October 30th.

This went longer than I intended but once again I want to thank every member of Vizsla for choosing to spend your free time with with this club and clan. You have a choice and you choose us. I don’t think that gets enough credit sometimes. So seriously Thank You!

Credits Not Words
Korvis