Joran Greth
Grand Moff
Joran Greth sat in his office on Rendili looking over the latest reports from the fleet. The opposition to their takeover had been more than anyone had expected and the constant raids on their supply lines were beginning to cause issues with the work being done to the orbital shipyard ring. Joran knew he could overcome the terrorists waging their stealth war upon the Imperium, but he had neither tie time of desire to deal with it. The world would be brought to heel but his corporation needed to be productive now. He would need to seek out assistance with the future products Admiral Lash and his Chiss engineers were turning out. He knew he needed alot more industrial power than he currently had. With the orbital ring and planetary factories in disrepair after centuries of neglect and assault, Rendili would not be profitable for some time. He needed income to maintain the company and the massive research and development budget Lash had demanded. He typed in a set of codes into the panel and a image appeared before him of the blue skinned Admiral Stela'shlit'nuruodo
"Admiral Lash I have a Job for you."
"Admiral Lash I have a Job for you."