Raises an Eyebrow
Vemric longed for the wide openness of space.
He was at his best on the bridge of a warship. But somehow, people think he makes a good governor, a good head of state. So here he was, forced to sit behind a desk and govern a fledgeling Confederacy and entertain the whims of corporate ambassadors and planetary representatives.
But he did it all to bring prosperity to the Frontier.
That part of space that none of the great empires in the Galaxy seem to care about. They are content to let chaos run wild out here, as long as it stays away from the Core worlds or Mid Rim. So it was up to the individual planet to do something about it. And it was up to him to hear them out and give them the means.
It was part of the reason why the new Viceroy of Commerce was someone who shared the same vision for the Galaxy. It was also why he agreed to meet with the Atrisian - to hear how she plans to achieve the goal of prosperity in the Galaxy. After a Foreign Policy had been established based on the carried vote of Parliament, he was eager to hear the plans of his Executive Council as to how to proceed on all the different fronts.
"Your Excellency, Viceroy Cao has arrived." came his one door-guard, Otto's, announcement.
"Does she have her protocol droid with her?" asked the Sephi in his usual bored tone.
"Yes, your Excellency." Otto replied.
"Send them both in. And let the kitchen bring up the tea." he said, leaning back in his chair as he steepled his fingers on his chest.
It took but a moment for the silver-haired businesswoman and her droid to enter. Vemric removed a hand to motion to one of the plush chairs in front of his desk.
"Welcome, Viceroy. Please, have a seat." he said with the slightest twitch of a corner of his mouth before returning the hand to steeple against his chest once more. "Tea will be around shortly."
He allowed her to settle into the chair for a moment.
"Now, your correspondence said you had some things to discuss. Please."
He was at his best on the bridge of a warship. But somehow, people think he makes a good governor, a good head of state. So here he was, forced to sit behind a desk and govern a fledgeling Confederacy and entertain the whims of corporate ambassadors and planetary representatives.
But he did it all to bring prosperity to the Frontier.
That part of space that none of the great empires in the Galaxy seem to care about. They are content to let chaos run wild out here, as long as it stays away from the Core worlds or Mid Rim. So it was up to the individual planet to do something about it. And it was up to him to hear them out and give them the means.
It was part of the reason why the new Viceroy of Commerce was someone who shared the same vision for the Galaxy. It was also why he agreed to meet with the Atrisian - to hear how she plans to achieve the goal of prosperity in the Galaxy. After a Foreign Policy had been established based on the carried vote of Parliament, he was eager to hear the plans of his Executive Council as to how to proceed on all the different fronts.
"Your Excellency, Viceroy Cao has arrived." came his one door-guard, Otto's, announcement.
"Does she have her protocol droid with her?" asked the Sephi in his usual bored tone.
"Yes, your Excellency." Otto replied.
"Send them both in. And let the kitchen bring up the tea." he said, leaning back in his chair as he steepled his fingers on his chest.
It took but a moment for the silver-haired businesswoman and her droid to enter. Vemric removed a hand to motion to one of the plush chairs in front of his desk.
"Welcome, Viceroy. Please, have a seat." he said with the slightest twitch of a corner of his mouth before returning the hand to steeple against his chest once more. "Tea will be around shortly."
He allowed her to settle into the chair for a moment.
"Now, your correspondence said you had some things to discuss. Please."
