G O V E R N O R
In the dimly lit chamber of Cademimu V's industrial heart, several figures gathered around a polished durasteel table, their silhouettes cast by the glow of holo-screens flickering with data. Among them stood Alars Keto, his bearing aristocratic despite the weight of his past affiliations. Once a devotee of the enigmatic Krath cult and a shadowy figure within the Brotherhood of the Maw, now he navigated the corridors of power as a businessman and noble from the prestigious world of Empress Teta. With a keen understanding of the intricacies of both politics and commerce, Alars positioned himself as a crucial figure in the Empire's economic engine. Leveraging his connections and resources, he played a pivotal role in brokering deals and forging alliances that bolstered the Empire's coffers and consolidated the influence of his former 'allies'.
As the orchestrator of this clandestine gathering, Alars exuded an air of calculated authority. He extended invitations to three of the Trade Federation's most influential executives, among them Aerarii Tithe , whose tenure as Chancellor of the Galactic Alliance still echoed in many political circles, and the enigmatic Gat Tambor , a legend in the corridors of corporate power. A final invitation was made to Nute Griimda , who represented the interests of the current Director, and had made a splash in local politics within the budding junta. Their mission: to forge the economic backbone of the burgeoning Empire, to lay the foundation upon which its ambitions could be built. With a firm hand pressed against the cold metal before him, the Tetan stood from his seat at the table, his demeanor radiating confidence and authority as he addressed the gathered titans of industry.
"My esteemed colleagues," Alars began, his voice resonating through the chamber, "it is my honor to represent the burgeoning Empire in this crucial meeting. We stand on the precipice of a new era."
He paused, allowing his words to sink in before continuing with a sense of purpose. "Let me be blunt. The Empire requires a confidential and exclusive partner to manufacture the weapons, armor, and starships that will fuel its expansion and ensure its dominance. This is not a task to be taken lightly, nor one to be entrusted to just anyone."
Turning his gaze to each of the executives gathered, Alars acknowledged their esteemed positions in the galaxy's industrial landscape. "The Trade Federation and it's former subsidiaries have proven themselves a useful partner to the old regime, as has the now-defunct Epoch Engineering Corporation to my former 'colleagues' of the Far West," he stated, his tone measured and deliberate.
"But now, with our coffers fresh with new capital, we have the means to forge a partnership that will surpass anything that came before," Alars continued, his voice steady and convincing. It was no surprise where this starting capital came from for the budding military junta, plundered worlds from the Second Great Hyperspace War, Imperial and Mawite reserves confiscated from warlords for the betterment of the Empire. Alars gestured towards the holo-screens displaying the steady increase in weapons of war within the markets, emphasizing the potential for profit in the Empire's aggressive policies and hushed aims. "This is not a request for aid, but rather a call to seize a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity," he declared, his words imbued with conviction.
"In joining forces, we can not only capitalize on the Empire's ambitions but also..," Alars concluded, his gaze unwavering. "..together, we can shape the future of the galaxy itself."
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