The Reformation needed corporate allies. While it had sustained itself thus far without much issue, the cost of building an army was just too high to do alone. Outsourcing was not only desirable, but a necessity. Graxin was going to make sure such corporations held as much sway as they were worth; they would never rule worlds, nor would they control any elements of the government. There was simply no possible way for the corporations to gain that kind of power.
Using them in an alliance of mutual benefit was, however, perfectly fine. So long as the corporations provided what was needed, be it satellites, starships, or medical supplies, they would be allowed to thrive in Reformation space. Graxin Rade, now the newly named Archlord, sat in his office awaiting the head of one such corporation.
He steeled himself for this little interview. It was new to the Knight, something he had never been put into a position to deal with. He was barely diplomatic at any rate, let alone some kind of business mastermind. Still, as the head of state, he was in place to decide what route the Reformation might take next in its growth. This would be the first of many steps down the road to expansion and success.
He steeped his fingers over his wooden desk, and stared out at the bright morning sky of Ession through the small window in his officer. The office itself had been built at the top of the Grand Temple to allow easy access for Jedi and Governors alike.
"There is no emotion, there is peace." He recited to himself. The age old mantra served to calm Graxin, for the moment anyway. He centered his gaze on the door....and waited.
Using them in an alliance of mutual benefit was, however, perfectly fine. So long as the corporations provided what was needed, be it satellites, starships, or medical supplies, they would be allowed to thrive in Reformation space. Graxin Rade, now the newly named Archlord, sat in his office awaiting the head of one such corporation.
He steeled himself for this little interview. It was new to the Knight, something he had never been put into a position to deal with. He was barely diplomatic at any rate, let alone some kind of business mastermind. Still, as the head of state, he was in place to decide what route the Reformation might take next in its growth. This would be the first of many steps down the road to expansion and success.
He steeped his fingers over his wooden desk, and stared out at the bright morning sky of Ession through the small window in his officer. The office itself had been built at the top of the Grand Temple to allow easy access for Jedi and Governors alike.
"There is no emotion, there is peace." He recited to himself. The age old mantra served to calm Graxin, for the moment anyway. He centered his gaze on the door....and waited.