M A G N A T E
COOPERATIVE PARLEY
~business as usual, no need to bat your eyes too long~
GEAR: in bio
TAG: Lodd Grimmin
LOCATION
Information is king. To harvest and manage and leverage information is how you skyrocket through the glass ceiling and how you exterminate the covetous rats climbing right below you. It was how my parents and their parents before made fortune. It was how we gained control of every aspect of life in the Slice. It is how we managed to stay hidden from the prying eyes of the Alliance and the various Galactic Empires throughout the known galaxy, while we kept expanding our influence and achieving record profits. It is how the birds in the web have delivered me Senator Lodd Grimmin of The Trade Federation, most likely unprepared for any form of confrontation in his supposedly smooth as silk travel, in his Mirage-Class Superyacht, right to the embrace of Lords of the Slice.
Some might say that this is a rather daring maneuver for such a clandestine organisation. What if it doesn't go well, and Senator Grimmin, and by extension The Trade Federation and even worse, The Galactic Alliance are alerted of the existence of our organization close to their border. Sure, I acted today as United Zeerno's Chairman and the captain of the fleet. Yet as my eloquent partner once said, always assume the worst. Are we ready for a public spotlight after years of secrecy and all the success it has brought.
I guess we never know.
The only thing I know is that we take the calculated risk in front of us to extend our control, our influence, slowly but surely until we have the whole world in our hands.
And so we intercepted the Senator's Superyacht with a fleet of 12 strong corvettes, hailing the captain for a peaceful transition of control.
<This is Captain Dant Zeerno of Zeerno Tetha, Chairman of United Zeerno and Field Marshall of Halcyon Aegis; requesting permission to board. WEEOOOWEEOOWRR. Proper salutation upon my arrival in your ship will be greatly appreciated.>
This is it. No way back. What happens today will forever be carved in the history book, as the galaxy’s introduction to the clandestine organisation that one day will be widely known as The Tribunals. With that, and my lightsaber attached underneath my cloak, and my all-Skakoan elite guards flanking my side, I make my way towards the ship's airlock, waiting for the Senator's answer.