"The...lack of diversity within our portfolio is certainly rising to the top of our concerns following these new economic mandates. And yet...while the Empire is restricting our ability to do business across the Galaxy...the Alliance is lining the pockets of those who are loyal foot soldiers to the regime economically. But- to sacrifice the manipulation we've been able to exercise over the Empire would be...frankly...futile at this point." The Muun, Elegio Torinth said in a bout of what seemed to honesty laced with bedgruding respect to the man opposite of him, the Skakoan.
<"I know how the lengths I've gone to invest in this state might come off as...risk inclined but- I assure you I am merely a student of what has come before me and the patterns of success that prelude my humble stake within a proud lineage."> The Skakoan replied, leaning back into the chair of the boardroom lingering toward the top of one of the many Neo-Classical skyscrapers overlooking the money green deco beauty of Tambor's chosen seat of power in Harnaidan, one of the very first cities where war was waged in the recent decades and a testament to the Trade Federation's ability to rebuild from the ashes.
"Oh I certainly understand, Director. States are all but...abstract, hardly a material function. They slip away into all but dust and echoes when the basic needs of its denizens are not fulfilled. But...policy and politics do little to fulfill those needs, that is where the Trade Federation has staked its purpose and ability for generations. Swathes of this Galaxy would've remained as barbaric wastes were it not for the efforts of the several iterations of this organization to build them. But never the less, you are a busy man, Director. One who rarely comes back to Harnaidan to contemplate past greatness, I assume there was a miscalculation with our last expense report? Or our internal audit? I'll admit the expedited timetable certainly...made for disruptions in the process, hopefully, nothing irregular slipped through." Elegio remarked, lifting the ornate cup of wine to his thin lips before downing a sip. It was a bottle of many gifted by Tambor directly to the Muun Chairmen upon this rare visit to Muunilinst. An Alderaanian vintage. Torinth arched a brow as he set the cup down, curious of the enigmatic Tambor's dealings as the Skakoan rose from his seat to pace toward the segmented, ornate view panel that looked over the sprawling money green city before him.
A light rain trickled into the waning sunset as speeders made their passes through aerial traffic ways and the nightlife and neon light pollution sought to claim the skyline from the rush hour. Harnaidan was a rare jewel in the Galaxy, 'Moneylend' as its been so endearingly described from the innate wealth of its resourceful Muun colonist population. The tact for the sourcing of credits made it all the more attractive venue for Tambor to plant his new Trade Federation, utilizing it as one of many sources of brain trust which he had in his holdings. The financial tact of the Muun in Harnaidan, the engineering prowess of his native Skako, and the manufacturing know-how of Kuat and Entralla all made for an orchestra in tune to his ambitions. A union of brilliance which formed the beating heart and breathing lungs of the Trade Federation and all of Gat Tambor's subsidiary corporations which he left to the economic bright heads in Harnaidan to manage as he treated them as more pet projects and individual means to hone specific areas of his engineering prowess all in the drive to learn and discover more of what the brightest minds of the Galaxy were capable of working in congress with one another, unrestricted by the frivolous regulations of the government or the inconvenient burden of what was considered 'moral'.
All but barriers to stop gap sentience from its truest potential technologically.
<"Hm? No- no, I trust in your judgement and expertise to balance the books, Elegio. I come personally because my next requisition request may very well be due to give you a headache and I think it would be better suited if I brought it forth...directly."> Gat said as he crossed his arms behind his back, nodding in the direction of a protocol droid flanking the door. The droid nodded once in reply, its servos hissing with each metal footfall as it made its way toward the long table carved of Ithorian ebony, the droid refilled the Muun's glass as Tambor turned to approach the table himself, standing before the semi-sphere hologram generator at the table's center. He produced a Phrik metal case only slightly larger than the palm of his hand from his long flowing purple robe, a flat camera scanning the supposedly unique features of the Skakoan before scanning the prints of the gloved hand holding the device, eventually opening after Tambor passed the two-factor verification- the clasp opening to reveal a holodisk.
"The Alderaanian Red will certainly make it go down easier, though I'm sure that was intentional. I assume this has something to do with your search in solving our certain 'Kuat Problem'?"
<"No- something bigger."> He stepped forward, inserting the holodisk into the port of the generator. As the hologram rendered, the ever plastered symbol of the Technoid Manufactorum turned before them before eventually disappearing to make way for the framework of what would be Gat Tambor's next ambition. His magnum opus.
Torinth's eyes widened at the sight of what was laid out before him, he needn't any engineering expertise to understand the scale and gravity of what Tambor had designed. But Tambor didn't set foot in Harnaidan for engineering expertise, he needed material procurement. Something he could make due on as the protocol droid present a data pad before the Muun and refilled the cup of wine after Elegio had drank the near entirety of it registering the content of the holodisk.
"I- I see...and I- can only assume...you wish the work on this to begin as soon as possible, Director?" Elegio asked, arching a bare brow once more.
<"The work...has already begun.">
