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Colonial Resistance.

Phaygus stared blankly at the report stacked on his desk for a moment before he glanced up. "You mean to tell me that Alkor not only successfully brokered a deal, but he started work on the foundations of a factory? All of this in less than four months time?" The fat man leaned back in his seat and steepled his hands. "I never took the lad for a businessman."

"That's presumably how he handled the job with such efficiency," the taller, lithe man smirked. "We're adept at the talking portion and closing deals, his kind has always been more decisive about the subsequent actions." He thumbed at his datapad without looking down. "I have several accounts from the migrated engineers about the successful completion of prototype droids. Since we only had a handful of the original droids left after the excursion here on Balmorra, it proved difficult to reverse engineer the tech. The original designs incorporated several failsafes, which included randomization algorithms in the code. They did not want the X-1s replicated."

"I'm well aware," Phaygus lit a cigarra and pressed it to his lips. "I have seen the original blueprints, which are heavily warped and impossible to restore. All of the necessary data has been rubbed from the databanks. It's as if-"

"They never existed," the lead engineer confirmed. "But they did. We've seen them firsthand. And you have a design team that doesn't need to worry over such miniscule details. We can have the Vipers on the market again by next Spring, if not sooner."

"I expect sooner, Princeps," the Technarch drawled as smoke billowed from between his lips. "Our investors want to be certain that Balmorran can make good on the monsters that once made us a Titan. Give them what they want."

"Yes, Technarch." The Princeps bowed low, then backed slowly from the room.

Phaygus turned to glance down at a blinking blue light. "Yes, what is it?"

"Master Phaygus," the effeminate voice lilted through the comm, "there is a woman here to see you. I believe she was the 4 PM appointment registered by Master Centaris?"

"Ah, yes," he nodded, "send her in. The screening has not cleared, but I have no problem discussing sales in a theoretical capacity."

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After her meeting with Alkor Centaris on Manda, Tmoxin contacted the Bothan Spynet to unearth information about him, but unsurprisingly found nothing. The Bothans were the best in class in terms of agents and intelligence, so the absence of it spoke volumes about how the Dark Jedi Master protected his secrets and identity. But Balmorran Arms was a well-known, strongly established business in the galaxy.

Mr. Centaris, you won’t be able to hide for long, thought Tmoxin, touching down in The Sovereign Stingray in the hangar near the Arms Factory. While she hid most of her more unusual affairs, confidants paid well to keep everything under wraps, being a public figure and CEO had her name in the tabloids more than she would have liked. Luckily it was just speculation of “The Hapan Hussy’s” romantic partners and similar drivel, most of it completely untrue. Except for that one time in the back of a speeder limo with Senator Rumor of Yutan, but they made the mistake of seeing a holomovie premiere and cameras had caught the pair entwined.

Still, despite her hesitation over Mr. Centaris’s background, the Hapan was extremely interested in investing in the Balmorra weapons manufacturing center, not just to see the X-1 Viper back on the market but in order to branch into the technical sector beyond the bio-technology space of which Morpho was already entrenched.

This time, she brought along two Mirari Droids for personal protection. She thought about wearing her custom armor, but there was no need to go overboard. This was a business meeting, not a duel at a random Sith Temple. The Hapan Dark Jedi wore a camel-colored wool coat with matching dress and heels:

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After checking in, she was taken to see a man named Master Phaygus. As she entered his office, her brown eyes scanned for Mr. Centaris, but he was not there. Not missing a beat, she extended her hand, an expensive diamond sitting smugly on one finger, and firmly greeted the Technarch with a handshake.

“Tmoxin Temi. I met your associate while doing business on Manda. I hope to hear about your latest developments and perhaps discuss investment opportunities.” The droids flanked her, and one had a recent scrape on it's right shoulder, suggesting the fresh graze of a blaster bolt.
 

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