Ank Dec
Prime Brood CEO of the Colicoid Creation Nest
TAGS: Gerwald Lechner Quinn Varanin
Jutrand proved intriguing.
Compound eyes gazed upon its streets, its orderly efficiency, its brutal rule of law, with... well, awe was not the correct word, but intrigue. The emotionless nature of the Colicoids, in a rough sense, led them to be a savage, brutal race, but they were not a race that was prone to feelings of goodwill. Kill or be killed, eat or be eaten. This was the way Colicoids ruled, by might and by guile, and he had earned his in both. Ank Dec indeed witnessed these intriguing things on the journey to the conference room for the Sith Order's Dark Conference room. How fascinating, these Sith; they proved the opposite of the Jedi in willingness to work. And perhaps... there may be an opportunity to solve not just one problem, but several with this effectual sales pitch. The Colicoid's thoughts drifted back to that of the Dark Empire and its own aggressive desire to clamp down on the corporations. Their honeyed words did not convince the Colicoid they were lax. No, they were a Hueche seeking to immediately wring the life from its prey by the neck, and ensuring the Sith Order grasped the severity of the situation, and either acted, or at least, provided material support to their corporate allies, not only benefitted himself, but his peers.
Well, slightly. They were still competition, but for now, better the freedom-loving unevolved tailless monkeys engaging in commerce that could lead to profits, as opposed to the jackbooted unevolved tailless monkeys engaging in oppressive destruction of their own economy and other economies beneficial to his Colicoidhood.
Still, Ank Dec made his way to the room, with a trio of FLTCH-series Battle Droids, his Envoy Droid, and of course, an array of holotapes and other recordings. He already had enough shipped to show off what he wanted to - and of course, spent the night prior, on his lack of needing much sleep due to his nature, as well as morning of this day, working on the flow holo-charts. As the Sith were due to enter soon, the sickly-sweet smell of rotten carrion-flesh and iron-gore miasma of raw sentient-meat wafted from the Colicoid in spades for those entering. Thankfully, Ank Dec kept his distance as to ensure this did not influence negotiations too poorly. He wanted to make a statement after all, and the first thing the Sith would see was a surprisingly detailed map of the galaxy, with several markings.
Namely, that of the Dark Empire and what looked to be vectors pointed at differing regions of the map.
It was in his prerogative belief that the biggest entities at risk would be those neighboring by the Dark Empire, and those who financed the corporations. Thus, the Trade Federation, the IGBC, and the financial institutions sequestered by the Banking Clan worlds were denoted. Lines ran back and forth, as well as pointing arrows and boundaries drawn. For now, the Colicoid awaited for them to enter, and once they did, would speak first via his protocol-translator droid. Insectile gnashing relayed itself to the droid, who in turn, saw its own vocabulator stir to life.
"There is the matter, of course, before business starts, that a pressing concern lays as to jeopardize and ruin our framework of any pursuable economic dealings concurrently and future-apparent. If this is not addressed, then these will be a moot point, and the threat to not only our profits, but that of your own economic stability, will become a stark reality. Regardless, the Colicoid Creation Nest wishes to ensure that these concerns are shared by us and our corporate associates in other organizations. I will allow you to ask the first questions regarding this - and once this is settled, we may move onto business proper."
For now, the Colicoid awaited their response in the expansive conference room. But he was aware he had likely seized their attention with the barbed comment. They were not a subtle people, his brood-kin.
Good.
He was determined to hold their attention for as long as possible...