Private Corporate Dealings

[Mithrad]

NAU'UR-CLASS SUPERYACHT, 'IRIZI'RAMA'
IMPERIAL SPACE
ORBIT OF PLANET MUUNILINST
NEW IMPERIAL ORDER

Gat Tambor | Darth Luminoth | Aerarii Tithe
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The skies over Muunilinst were clear that day as the yacht, impressive in sizes for it's class, slowly took an ascending flight path, soon exiting the planet's atmosphere, before placing itself in an orbiting path, intent on simply slowly cruising the empty, starlit void that surrounded the Imperial galactic Market's titular headquarters. A few well-trained Chiss staff members had welcomed the handful of guests aboard, sparing no expenses when it came to comfort and looks, particularly for such guests of wealth and renown. Extensive research had been made into each invitee's background and culture in order to provide a little bit of what they might appreciate, thought with special care not to overdo anything. The Imperial Secretary was a man of equal parts practicality and appreciation of the finer details.

As arrivals were made and individuals were welcomed individually, the ship's staff would move to preparations for departure, as the luxury craft's dedicated pilot and custodial personnel prepared everything and cleared last details via comlink with the private landing pad's authorities. When the invited guests would find themselves turning the first corner into the vessel, they would find themselves faced with their host, Rodam'ithra'dovor himself. The Chiss had maintained the same level of apparel standards as he had in previous high-end political meetings, with a black overcoat, trimmed at the shoulders by slim golden pauldrons and a white velvet waistcoat, although such was complemented by black, slick military jackboots. Upon a csillan-blue tie was hung a small, metallic pin of the New Imperial Order's well-known crest.

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Ember-red eyes fell towards them then, followed by a throat being cleared.
"Greetings. My identity may still be unknown to you all, but you've certainly been made aware of my recent appointment at the Imperial Secretariat. Thus, allow me the initiative."
The formal and angular figure of the bureaucrat bent forwards in a polite, well-oiled and cultural greeting bow, keeping a faint, rigid smile on his lips.
"-I am Rodam'ithra'dovor, or Mithrad. Not so long ago, I was one of many mid-level administrators on the Chiss Ascendancy's capital world, Csilla. following the traumatic events of which I am sure you are all aware of, there were very few of our once-proud people who were able to escape the cataclysm which befell us in time, compared to the size of it's once-thriving population."

At first glance for his guests, the chiss administrator appeared quite experienced at such dealings and events of a diplomatic nature. In this case, Mithrad himself knew, and had his convictions relatively cemented, by the fact that they stood to gain considerably from the project he was about to propose- both in the short term and in the much longer term, as was the nature inherent to galactic colonization.

Mithrad paused, the Secretary reaching for a glass of the offered refreshment brought by one of the luxury ship's staff. He would beckon towards a wide, window-clad lounge for his guests to follow, it's aesthetic both exotic and inviting. From this room, the lights and planetary features of Muunilinst were laid bare as eye candy.
"Nonetheless, the flame of survival resting in all of our people's hearts was not extinguished. It burns strong, and is now devoted to rebuilding our ways and assuring the survival of our people. It was that same desire which brought me to a previous meeting with the Imperator. His highness agreed on an ambitious plan I had submitted, in which all of the Chiss Remnants under our protection would devote themselves to. That is what leads me to the reason of my invitations to this meeting, in order to petiton the Trade Federation for it's industrial support."

Reaching forwards, the chiss pressed a button on the lounge's central table, upon which a central pane would slide open, revealing an holo-projector. Soon, a vision of a quadrant of space would be displayed, one which projected the regions once controlled by the Sith Empire and now thrown into lawlessness in the Raioballo, Atrivis and Lahara Sectors. Reaching forwards he pointed a specific area, near the Artorias and Shusugaunt worlds.

"There, we intend to launch the Neo-Csilla Initiative." He began.

 

[Aerarii Tithe]

INFRASTRUCTURE OPPORTUNITIES // MUUNILINST ORBIT

Mithrad | Gat Tambor | Darth Luminoth

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The Annihilation of Csilla.

Unfathomable destruction on a scale not seen in a generation. Wanton desecration of a powerful and respected culture. A seismic event whose scar would forever remind governments that Brotherhood of the Maw as the premiere threat to all life in the galaxy.

And yet.

Unbridled possibilities.

While his mourning for the Chiss has been confined to public life, privately Tithe saw the fateful events of Csilla as an opportunity. His short of the Chiss market the day before its destruction, which had netted him upward of 30 billion credits, was just the beginning. He would be remiss, and bordering on criminally and corporate negligence, if he didn't act in the interests of the Trade Federation's shareholders.

Besides, the fate of the Chiss would be all the more tragic if their civilisation faded into existence in lieu of a glorious - and profitable - rebirth.

“You are indeed a gracious host,” Tithe replied to Mithrad as he greeted the Imperial Secretariat and followed him into the lounge. “Again, my deepest, deepest condolences for the tragedy which has befallen your people.”

Tithe took a seat alongside other Trade Federation and watched as the proposal was laid out. Complete terraformation of three worlds not far from Muunilinst. Tithe’s mind begun to whirl as he calculated overheads, possible transit routes, and insurance required. His data goggles made a copy of the presentation and begun running their own figures on it. The Aargauun knew the value of making a quick and properly formulated offer.

No matter which way he looked at the figures, the profits were clear.

But the galaxy was wide and profits were everywhere if one knew how to look. “With survivors decanting from the Unknown Regions, time is against us,” Tithe noted. “Expediency, yes expediency, is a specialty of the Trade Federation. We can begin work within a matter of days on the initial world, the other, lamentably, will take time. Of course... materiel can be reallocated, if the conditions to break our existing contracts were, ah, auspicious.”

 

[Gat Tambor]

GOTTA HAVE IT

Aerarii Tithe | Mithrad | Darth Luminoth​

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The Emir Tambor certainly...certainly enjoyed war. It was great for just about everyone. Politicians, business...not so much the soldiers that fought it- but that wasn't the position Gat was applying for. He was more concerned with lording over its profit potential. But- the Sith invasion of Muunilinst certainly proved...problematic but- only leading to a miniscule dip in the IMP500 index- but once it was seen that the ever desperate Darth Maliphant made off with next to nothing from their computing systems, Gat hardly lost a second of rest.

But he could hardly get over one Galactic Crisis before there was another. Csilla. This one...was certainly less good for business. Nevermind the fact 'somehow' Technoid arms got in the hands of Maw terrorists- there were certainly no records on the books about this. But regardless, reavers and terrorists hardly made consistent buyers. The Chiss? Imperials? Alliance? Oh- some of the best.

With war- there was another laundry list of opportunity. The recovery. Rebuilding what was left was as profitable as anything else. And made for stellar public relations. The Trade Federation made this its specialty and was likely one of the reasons why it favored conducting business with the Starbird and Iron Sun- they made war and the Trade Federation could convert battlefields into industrial parks, anguish into opportunity.

Gat's presence carried a weight all its own, not unlike his colleague in Aerarii Tithe, one of the finest minds of business in the Galaxy. As much as they espoused a public political rivalry- the personal element was miniscule. After all- it was Tambor who ensured Tithe's peaceful escape from Sith Imperial space. And naturally- an industrious man like himself was found second to the Chancellor. Tambor invested in those who had potential.

He entered the lounge of the star yacht with his idle hover from the repulsor lift fixed to the bottom of his Skakoan atmospheric suit. His fingers tapped against one another over his platinum chestplate and purple and gold patterned garment beneath. His eyes were wide like saucers, perpetually so beneath the pressure goggles attached to his suit- content to let Aeraii do the initial introductions of their conglomerate to the Chiss as the Skakoan all but read the man. Albeit, a difficult task as more and more microdosing of the intense psychedelic drug 'Mind Spike' continued to flow through his system with each passing moment.

His initial impression was in fact- very positive. He was well spoken, well mannered and had a set goal and intent. This was another that Gat felt good investing in. But even still- he had to prod and test the Secretary.

If anything else- to turn more of his tragedy into more of their profit. He had to make sure the deal seemed sweet to both sides- but ultimately shored up the Trade Federation far more. Not that it would...truly be to the detriment of these Chiss. Chiss were too smart to walk into anything too gutting of their ability to operate.

<"ROWEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEERWWRRRRRRWWEWEE- Ah- firstly I am grateful for this venue...even made more fortunate with the view of the mighty Muunilinst. But even so...what you propose is...certainly no easy feat and is most certainly not...cheap. But even so- it is squarely within the range of what the Trade Federation is capable of. Certainly so."> Gat said, nodding once, moving his hand to adjust the knob of his vocoder as soon as it 'malfunctioned'. It was hardly a problem with the suit. This design had been all but perfected over generations. Gat intentionally left it ingrained in his suit if purely to keep his counterpart from focusing too hard on what he was about to say.

<"But as Mister Tithe says- we can begin almost immediately. With this Third Imperial Civil War regre- erm...finally coming to a close, our shipments along the Braxant Run and into the Atrivis Sector are able to run at twice the rate and volume than we were adjusted to prior. So- logistics is no matter. What needs to get done- we can get done. The Trade Federation's speciality is building up worlds and offering opportunity. In the wake of Csilla- your people will certainly be needing it."> Tambor offered.

<"But even so- WWWWWWWWWWERRRRRRRRRRRRRREEEEEEEEEEEEEE- it is solely the New Imperial government that you will be sourcing funds for this initiative for? or- will you require additional financial assistance. After we conduct a survey of these worlds we can certainly begin drafting an estimate to the cost of this operation, something we can begin immediately but I assure you, valiantly overcoming this tremendous tragedy will certainly be a great undertaking."> Flowery language...whatever. It wasn't going to be cheap.

<"Immediately, we will determine from our surveys if any of these worlds will require any further lifeforming to best suit the needs of your people. Ithorian 'world binding' technology will be our best bet for this- should the need arise. Luckily, its rather cost effective to acquire in New Imperial space."> Gat suggests. These worlds were probably fine- people lived on Mustafar and hell- even in the Sith Empire. But- throwing the option in there as another cash cow wouldn't hurt.

 

[Mithrad]

IMPERIAL SECRETARIATE
NAU'UR-CLASS SUPERYACHT, 'IRIZI'RAMA'
ORBIT OF PLANET MUUNILINST
NEW IMPERIAL ORDER

Gat Tambor | Aerarii Tithe | Darth Luminoth
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Mithrad allowed himself a faint smile, not inherently of triumph but of visible pleasance as the two esteemed guests aboard the Irizi'rama spoke most graciously of the reception and with great potential of the plan he sought to forward.

"Very good... Very good."
He replied, the first time with some intonation, the second time with a calmer tone after a break, as if a burden had been partially lifted from his shoulders.

"Worry not about the worlds of Artorias and Shusugaunt, lord Tithe. They are already well-populated, relatively prosperous and bear blossoming ecosystems. We shall not touch them. The planetary body which interests the Neo Csilla Initiative is a barren world, one bearing some numerical, featureless assignment name, AS-2104. It orbits a suitable sun, in the Goldilocks zone, is of considerable size and bears a rich mineral basis to build upon."

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As he spoke, Mithrad soon pressed a few keys, bringing up an holoprojection of the aforementioned world, little more then a spherical space rock at the time, displaying resource percentages and other early scans of the astronomical body.
"This shall be Neo-Csilla, and is the main project by which we, the Csillan Remnants, as well as the Imperial Secretariate to a lesser degree, are requesting Trade Federation assistance with."

The bureaucrat then turned towards the Skakoan, nodding as he spoke of funding, of potential costs and of the less idealistic and moreso practical sides of potential cooperation. He allowed himself a faint, stately smile- If Mithrad had lackings when it came to warfare, he certainly did not on the matter of economics and corporatism.
"I propose a three-faced deal to the Trade Federation. Although we do indeed possess necessary funding, and I have access to the required channels to petition more from the Imperial Government, I would rather entire the Federation and it's corporate partners with a long-term business proposal."

The Chiss, with a flick of his finger, soon discarded the holoprojection of the barren planet, soon replaced with sights of hypothesized festivals, modern, clean cities and luxurious beach and mountain resorts.

"On Csilla, my life-learned purpose, as well as that of much of my remaining associates, were to fullfill the infrastructural and economical needs of a veritable metropolis, that of the ancestral capital of the Ascendancy. As such, we have ambitious plans for Neo-Csilla, and intend to engineer the synthetic world into a financial resort world, where the growing and expanding Neo-Imperial business class may retiree to appreciate the galaxy's finest luxuries. With the equatorial regions of the worlds bearing a mild, oceanic and temperate climate, as well as the poles engineered to bear expansive, comfortably snowy mountain chains, we aim to satisfy multiple clienteles of aristocrats, oligarchs, galactic superstars and other crowds. The positioning of Neo-Csilla, in close proximity to both Muunilinst, vital galactic trade routes and the new imperial Capital of Ravelin, Bastion, will ensure it becomes a frequently-travelled hub for the growing Empire, as it ushers in it's Golden Age."

The Secretary clutched his fingers together, having placed his now-empty cup of alcohol upon the table, calculating, crimson eyes perusing his two powerful guests. He had evidently realized that these two men were themselves extraordinary negociators and successful figures, and as such did not seek to sell anything short of the truth to them.

"Thus, here is my threefold offer;
Firstly, the Neo-Csillan government will cover a considerable, to-be-specified part of the terraforming and colonization costs, as well as produce all of the civilian specialists and colonists required, evidently.
Secondly, the Neo-Csillan government intends to offer the Trade Federation preferential export-import treatments and tariffs in the operation of the planet's future economy. The Trade Federation will as such be promised the land necessary to establish franchises and local headquarters for free upon the planet, and such within it's economical and touristic centers. The Trade Federation will as such become the primary corporate and economic partner of the Neo-Csillan regime.
Finally, and such is, I am fully aware, much more of an hypothetical, but when the time comes for Neo-Csilla to build the armada necessary for the reconquest and reconstruction of Chiss ancestral space, as well as the obliteration of the Brotherhood of the Maw, an enemy to stability and prosperity, we will seek first and foremost military-industrial contracts from the Trade Federation, in a preferential manner."

Mithrad tilted his head slightly then, awaiting for replies. The Chiss administrator knew very well that, whilst what he was offering was at least a third hypothetical, it was a project that was quite more likely to turn future profits then not- a very reasonable gamble.

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