A Simple Game of Investment

[GhostOfProtocol]

Balmorra​

853 ABY​

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Kei hadn't been home in a long time.

He missed his home, all of them from Commenor to Corellia and then Keth and Vjun. He missed his actual bed, one of his many beds. The one on The Flying Dutchman was good but it wasn't as good as a bed that was in one of homes, comfortable and warm. His bed on The Dutchman was designed to purely provide him six hours of sleep, it didn't need to be comfortable. It just needed holes cut out to provide the suit spikes to poke through, otherwise it was the cheapest matress possible. Kei didn't need luxury on his ship.

Kei twisted a dial on his holoprojector belt, his armour appearing to be replaced by a regular business suit. Today he wasn't a Sith in the employ of Ra'a'mah, today he was a businessman looking to invest in the war torn planet of Balmorra. The Sith Empire had torn through the planet while Kei was defending Alderaan from the onslaught that they threw towards the city of New Alderaa.

Balmorra was once a large factory planet, sometimes referred too as one big factory. Many companies had died out, others were on the brink of death. A large number of factories lay broken, the income of the companies who owned them was gone. The factory planet was on the brink of death, the war raged by The Sith Empire had ensured the death of the factory planet.

Some of the dying companies could prove useful.

There was a small company crying out for help, a technological company simply known as "Industrial Weapons". Kei had chosen to investigate the company, a company without any marketed product. However, they had the ability to produce some amazing technology should they have the funds to rebuild and fix their machines. They needed to fix their management and then they'd be fine.

Kei could easily fix them. He had the funds for it and he could reap the rewards from it. He had plans to seat himself at the head of the company, to reap the rewards in monetary funds as well as fancy technology. He could grow the company, expand it beyond just Balmorra. They could produce useful technology that would be brought up by those fighting in the galaxy, who need them to fight their wars.

Kei had plans. He just needed a signature.

 

[GhostOfProtocol]

Balmorra​

853 ABY​

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Kei grinned.

The shuttle flew down towards the planet, carrying Kei and three of his specialised soldiers. He didn't anticipate that they would be needed, however they insisted on joining their leader just to be safe. Kei trusted the man he would be meeting, for all he needed was to get a signature from him. All it took was one signature and Kei could begin to fix the factory, he could begin to fix the company and start producing weapons for the public.

The shuttle touched down, Kei offering a little grin.

The four men stepped from the shuttle, all four men ignoring the welcoming party. Kei didn't waste any time, he had other things to be doing. He needed to get the factory operational and self sustaining so he could start on his next adventure. The factory here on Balmorra would produce weapons but Kei had other plans for the company, expansion to allow him to produce ships for the masses as well as just handheld firepower.

Eventually Kei wanted his empire to grow, start designing armour and other technology. He wanted to start churning, producing money. Ships and weapons was a good place to begin, however he wanted to be producing armour and backpacks at some point, he wanted to produce technology and other things to sell to the people. He wanted to make more money, more income to support the plans laid out by Kei, Ra'a'mah, Adron and the others.

Kei had plans. He just needed a signature.

 

[GhostOfProtocol]

Balmorra​

853 ABY​

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Kei walked.

He headed towards the main office. He didn't stop walking, didn't care to talk to anyone. He wanted to get the paper signed so he could try and fix the company. Once he had fixed the company he could set up the products to manufactor and sell. Once he had done that, he could begin making money and investing in other smaller companies to help him produce other products. Slowly he would be able to make his empire, raking in the credits as quick as he could.

Kei waited to be invited into the office. He ordered the three guards to remain outside the door, the room was empty. Kei could feel in the force that the only person in the office was the man who he was trying to see. The former CEO, ready to sign over his company in the buyout of the century. Kei was paying the man enough so that he could comfortably retire and live without having to work again, he could even get off planet to retire.

Kei handled the pleasentries. He accepted a drink. They sat down, the door closed. Business was discussed, takeover plans were discussed. Kei looked uncomfortable through the entire thing, he didn't care for the meeting. He just wanted his signature so he could get working, get producing things and earning the money. He knew his overall goal, he knew exactly what he wanted to do but he couldn't get it without that signature.

Kei had plans. He just needed a signature.