Alkor Centaris
Son of Liberty
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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"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."
[member="Tmoxin Temi"]