Faction All Roads Lead to Fondor

[Damian Du Couteau]

Damian Du Couteau, Senator of Empress Teta
Location: Copero City, Alliance Embassy Office
Outfit

Damian kept his arms crossed over his chest, his eyes looking around the snowy mountainous scene that appeared before him through the large window. It sent a chill down his spine as Damian desperately attempted to keep himself appearing unsuited for the colder climate. Even inside I feel as if it’s possible to freeze to death. He quietly shook his head and turned his attention back to his temporary office in Copero City.

He had several reports that needed further reading, the situation had grown rather interesting in the former Maw controlled space. Copero had proven to be a perfect staging area for the Alliance Fleets, the large shipyard in-system was a fantastic boom. After the destruction of Exegol and the supposed destruction of the Maw, Damian had later learned that much of the northern galaxy life had returned to normal life. People rebuild and move on after all, not everyone is stuck in the past.

So it was clear to Damian that this area was perfect to test out a new idea of galactic infrastructure. While hyperlanes allowed massive trade benefits for entire sectors of space, Trade Stations offered inter-system cohesiveness. A trip between star-systems doesn't really need the speed a hyper-lane can offer between Ord Providence and Eshan after all. He already managed to convince several key offices among the Copero planetary government, what though Damian had underestimated was the sheer amount of growth that had simply gone unnoticed.

The destruction of Csilla proved devastating to the local trade lanes and economic growth of the Chiss people and their colonies. But that had been quite some time ago and Damian had only begun to scratch the surface of the rebuild and alarming growth. Perhaps there’s a military spending bill here as well once my trade station comes online. But chasing after an uncertain future was poor form for Damian, he instead refocused his attention to the new reports. The improvement of Galactic Alliance’s infrastructure was the young Du Couteau heir’s goal, thus he readied himself for long nights and shortened sleep hours.
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[Makai Dashiell]

COPERO CITY

Wearing \ Gear : X | X | X | X | X | "Thirty-Seven"
Interacting With : Damian Du Couteau

Makai wasn't sure if he had heard of a politician with open office hours. Seemed most days they were trying to kick out anyone who came knocking to ask a question or two. Always busy, were they not all? Not a citizen of the Galactic Alliance, not really anyway, he was surprised even more when the personal assistant had ushered him on back to the office space. Idly, he wondered if Casteel Mer'taal had already met with the Senator, although there may be little reason for the blonde to do so given the fact Empress Teta was now under Dark Empire rule.

The assistant stopped, knocking on the door briefly before opening it and ushering himself in. Not far behind was his droid, Thirty-Seven, unusually quiet at the moment. Typically the droid would be trying to interject and give him advice, but today Makai was thankful for the relative silence.

Striding into the room, Makai offered a smile to the other man and extended his hand.

"Senator Du Couteau, a pleasure. Makai Dashiell."

 

[Damian Du Couteau]

Damian Du Couteau, Senator of Empress Teta
Location: Copero City, Alliance Embassy Office
Outfit

An alert had been sent to a nearby data-pad, unseen by Damian who continued to quickly read the additional reports he had requested. The sound of the door opening broke his concentration and looked up to see two figures walk into his office. It wasn’t everyday for the young Du Couteau heir to find himself caught unaware of any appointments. Hopefully not an unwelcome surprise.

Damian stood up and walked closer to the pair, a protocol droid and an adult male who quickly introduced himself as Makai Dashiell. Instinctively Damian bowed and accepted the offered handshake, he then pivoted to his side and gestured to the desk and the chairs available. Despite already mostly sitting for the majority of the day, the young Du Couteau heir already yearned to be seated.

“Senator Damian Du Couteau, but you can simply call me Damian.” He responded, keeping his expression neutral for the time being, “-I must apologize, there had been much to do once I arrived on planet I had forgotten this meeting Mister Dashiell.” He added, before sparring a glance towards the protocol droid.

“Is the droid a partner for today’s dealings or. . .?” Damian asked as he tentatively walked back to his desk. Better to play it safe and not assume it’s just a servant. . . one never knows in this galaxy filled with strange sentient beings. . . non-living and otherwise.
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[Makai Dashiell]

Wearing \ Gear : X | X | X | X | X Interacting With : Damian Du Couteau

Shaking the other man's hand, Makai hadn't expected someone who appeared to be his own age or near to it. His assistant had made the appointment and he didn't know much about the Senator beyond hailing from Empress Teta. It meant the Senator may not to be able to assist him, yet at the very least, point him in the correct direction.

"No need to apologize Senator. I shouldn't take up too much of your time, maybe ten minutes? I am sure you have other items on your agenda and I am not a constituent, so I will try to keep things brief."

Head turned to Thirty-Seven and he cocked his head towards the door, dismissing his droid. Thirty-Seven would shuffle out into the hallway as Makai took a seat, unbuttoning his suit jacket and settling back against the plush chair.

"No, the droid is my assistant. However, I understand some do not enjoy their presence, so he can wait in the hallway." A small pause. "How have you been Senator, considering what is occuring on Empress Teta?"

 

[Damian Du Couteau]

Damian Du Couteau, Senator of Empress Teta
Location: Copero City, Alliance Embassy Office
Outfit

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“Ah, good assistants are hard to come-by, droid or not.” Damian responded, while his back was still turned he quickly raised his right hand to rub his eyes before he turned around and took his own seat. At least I didn’t offend the droid, so far so good. He placed both hands in front of him on top of the desk, his only method to not subconsciously reach for the data-slate and make himself appear rude in front of his guest. ​

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“My feelings on the matter are neutral, haven’t arrived at a reason to hold any resentment towards droids. I have met some that are seemingly sentient.” Damian explained, his shoulders shrugged. “-As for my well-being, considering my home-planet, I’ve been okay. Easy to lose myself in work, an area I feel like I can make a difference.” He kept his expression neutral, a simple mask to maintain for the time being. It's not like I'm lying. ​

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Leaning forward in an effort to seem relaxed, Damian gestured with his right hand towards Makai, “I’m neither an Admiral or Jedi, but I’ve been told I have a wonderful set of ears. So please, make use of them for as long as you need.” Truthfully he had not all day, but at least the young Du Couteau heir needn’t strain his eyes further on his data-slate. A break to focus on something else, something that I can perhaps help with sounds like a wonderful time. ​

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[Makai Dashiell]

Wearing \ Gear : X | X | X | X | X
Interacting With : Damian Du Couteau

"Working, the escape most of us seem to have. At least some good can come out of it."

Makai was curious about Empress Teta and if the Alliance even had plans to try to get the planet back. However, he didn't arrive on Fondor to ask questions he wouldn't get any answers to. To be honest, he wasn't even sure he would be getting answers to the questions he had now but one could try. After all, sometimes body language would be a better indicator to what Senator Du Couteau was thinking beyond words. Couldn't convey such a thing in a holomail message.

"I'm glad you're not an Admiral or Jedi, doubtful they could ease my concerns." A small smile and he continued. "Senator, I've come today to discuss economics. As you may be aware, the Dark Empire has made it clear executions for business owners and corporate executives is not off the table."

"Which has thrown the capitalistic community for a loop, let me tell you. My concerns and questioning lie in terms of ensuring the Galactic Alliance has nothing else similar planned. Not execution, doesn't seem your style, but more or less restrictions on companies and trade. Word on the street is a new hyperlane is planned - I would hope this is not for military use only."

"I understand you are limited on what you can say. So am I. Your perspective and insights on the issue alone would be fine."

 

[Damian Du Couteau]

Damian Du Couteau, Senator of Empress Teta
Location: Copero City, Alliance Embassy Office
Outfit

Damian raised a single eyebrow, his mask slightly slipping off as he had not expected this conversation. In truth he had begun to venture on expanding the galactic trading infrastructure with the idea of doing it mostly alone. Talking markets and trade aren’t quite the tantalizing subject. On the topic of the Imperials, Damian had heard of their quite drastic measure to reign in their corporate interests. Perhaps not the wisest of moves on their part, but it had certainly caused waves that Damian had plans to take advantage of.

“Perception is the highest importance when it comes to Senate. Perhaps even more so when it comes to passing legislation.” Damian explained, “As it stands the Alliance is surrounded by enemies and after losing key systems in the Core; logistics has been ever poorer for it. So this new Hyperlane will allow greater flexibility for faster deployments and quicker refueling to thwart away future attacks.” He spoke, words remembered and to be recited to the greater assembly later.

“Such is my official position and one I will maintain whenever asked openly,” He added with a tilt of his head Damian glanced towards his data-slate before returning attention to Mister Dashiell. “As for my private positions? Well. . .”

“When my father was the Senator of Teta before me; he along with the assembly and Chancellor, they oversaw the greatest growth ever recorded in Alliance market’s history. I hope to replicate such a feat, even if it just lands on my shoulders.” Damian spoke quickly.

“I find it quite stressful that the shipyards of Copero are not supplying the demand of our southern sectors. As well as the industry of the northern regions having nothing to produce except military grade equipment. . . peace-keeping tools I mean.” Damian corrected himself as he leaned back into his chair.

“Maybe not to make it that fine of a point; To the markets I am a friend, the citizenry I am a provider and the Chancellor I am a supporter. So who do you want me to be for you?” Damian asked.
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[Makai Dashiell]

Wearing \ Gear : X | X | X | X | X Interacting With : Damian Du Couteau | Open!

Makai listened to the response to his hyperlane question. It was one of those politician answers, where things could get lost in the explanation. The half-Galan didn't find it odd the man had an 'official stance' and one a little more off the cuff, yet still polished and refined. It didn't quite answer the question if business was welcome in Galactic Alliance space but the Senator mentioned wanting great economic expansion.

He took that to be a roundabout yes.

"I'm certain with time growth will occur again Senator. You have all the elements for it. Large territory. Great resources. An influx of refugees eager to start a new life. Seems an opportunity to have the highest output ever once again is right on your doorstep."

Makai paused an looked amused at the 'what do you want me to be for you' question. One he didn't see coming and it was nice to be asked all the same.

"Nothing, Senator. I'm not a resident of the Galactic Alliance, not in the truest sense. I merely appreciated the opportunity to meet and ensure corporations were not going to be nationalized into the government."

Fingertips tapped on his leg, another question ready.

"Is there anything I can do for you, Senator?"