Imperial Consul Baro stood on the duracrete landing platform of Rothana's Palace, a stark contrast to the bustling industrial landscape that stretched out before him. The planet hummed with the rhythmic pulse of machinery, a testament to its role as a vital hub in the Galaxy's logistical network. Baro, clad in the crisp modified uniform of an Imperial officer, cut a figure of authority amidst the utilitarian surroundings.
His gaze swept over the sprawling manufactories and assembly yards, where massive walkers and starship components were being forged and tested. The air carried a metallic tang, a blend of ionized particles and industrial lubricants, a scent that permeated the entire planet. Despite the harsh environment, Rothana was a cornerstone of Imperial industrial might, and Baro took pride in overseeing its strategic operations.
The Consul checked the chrono on his wrist, a habitual gesture born from years of punctuality and discipline. His objective was clear: await the arrival of an important figure from one of the numerous factions within the galaxy, keen on establishing relations with one of the largest independent shipyards across the galaxy.
"Through Fire and Brimstone, Rothana has survived the test of time and it will do so again." A soft proclaimation into the wind.
As Baro paced the platform, his mind churned with strategic calculations. The galaxy had changed, the Core War was affecting even the most isolated of systems as trade grinded to an uncomfortable halt. Rothana, with its formidable defenses and production capabilities, represented not just a logistical hub but also a symbol of Imperial resilience. It was imperative for Baro - that the meeting produce results, which would allow him to adjust his strategies moving ahead.
The Consul's attention was abruptly drawn to the distant hum of an approaching shuttle.
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