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Diplomacy High commanders office

High Commander of the Lilaste Order
laphisto gave a small nod at the man's words as he addressed his understanding. And decided to give a little insight as to how "my people have Thier ways of understanding. While I may not be able to speak I do understand."

Looking the droid over or more so where he thought the droid was he gave a small nod towards the man " if you wish to send the droid back you may, you are my guest here after all and It would be rude to make demands of you in such a manner"

As he listened to the offers that the man's company could achieve and offer the order he gave a small subtle nod their way. " That would be excellent. The order is in high demand of certain materials and would be most willing to offer our own ships and personal as added protection to ensure that such precious metals are delivered without harm. While our own stations refinery is sufficient it is admittedly several thousand years out dated, of which I'm sure your facilities would be more capable "

Brakkus Brakkus
 



With the matter settled, Brakkus spoke once more, his native tongue forming a symphony of gleets and guttural sounds. As before, the protocol droid dutifully translated, "Well, as it is acceptable to you—the droid will remain."

He paused briefly before continuing, offering further reassurance regarding the droid's presence. "For your peace of mind," he said, his tone calm yet deliberate, "the databanks of the droid have been completely removed. Any conversation held here will remain strictly between us." Brakkus understood the importance of discretion, especially with a paramilitary organization like the Lilaste Order, and this was his way of respecting their need for confidentiality.

Shifting the conversation, Brakkus leaned forward slightly, a gesture of both curiosity and intent. "Now, if you don't mind me asking," he began, his gaze steady, "who exactly are your people?" The question was pointed, his tone reflecting genuine interest as he responded to the High Commander's earlier comment.



 
High Commander of the Lilaste Order
Laphisto gestured toward the table, settling down at the far end. He poured himself a glass of water, the motion steady and unhurried, then slid the pitcher toward Brakkus. His teal-blue eyes flickered every so often, each flash followed by a sharp wince crossing his face. It was like a jolt behind his eyes, irritating and persistent, as if someone was striking him with a hammer each time. He chuckled lightly, more to himself, as Brakkus assumed his dislike for the protocol droid was about privacy. The truth was simpler—he couldn't see the droid at all. It was invisible to him, a reminder of a weakness he carried, one he hoped wouldn't matter here.

He listened to Brakkus's question, leaning back in his chair and tapping a claw against his glass. He let the silence linger for a moment, as if considering his words carefully, before finally speaking.

"My people?" he said, his tone calm but firm. "My people are the Order—the Lilaste Order. Mercenaries, mostly, these last few cycles. We've been trying to get a foothold in this part of space, working to bridge the gap between... certain forces."

He paused, his expression tightening for a moment. A quiet scoff escaped him as he thought of the endless wars between Jedi and Sith. Clearing his throat, he sat straighter, brushing the thought away.

"The Lilaste Order," he continued, "are warriors. We follow a code—honor, brotherhood, loyalty. We don't chase power for its own sake, and we don't deal in absolutes. We stand together, and that's where our strength comes from."

His gaze held steady on Brakkus as he added, with a faint smirk, "And we're the best you'll find on this side of the galaxy."

Laphisto took a sip of his water, letting the moment settle. The flicker in his eyes returned, and he winced again but quickly shook it off. "We're not just fighting to survive," he said, his voice softer now. "We're trying to build something better. A little unity in a galaxy that thrives on chaos."

He set his glass down, tilting his head slightly as he looked at Brakkus. "But enough about us. What do you make of us so far? surely you have heard of us to have come this way to broken a deal. im sure your people dont deal with just anyone"

The question hung in the air, calm and open, as Laphisto waited for Brakkus to respond.

Brakkus Brakkus
 



First impressions of the High Commander painted him as a capable and dedicated leader, deeply passionate about the Lilaste Order, its place in the Galaxy, and the men and women under its banner. It was clear that much of his life revolved around the Order, and it came as no surprise that he fiercely guarded their code of honor and the camaraderie shared among their ranks. Though Brakkus had only just become acquainted with the man, he felt confident that his host was someone he could eventually trust. The emphasis on honor and loyalty made any notion of betrayal seem... uncharacteristic of the High Commander.

"I must say," Brakkus began, locking his four eyes on Laphisto, "the work of the Lilaste Order appears admirable from what I've seen. But do you truly believe you can achieve unity in a Galaxy so rife with hatred, war, and distrust?"

Throughout galactic history, war had been the one constant—a tradition as old as time, seemingly unshakable. The High Commander surely understood this grim reality, yet he pressed on with his vision of peace and unity. Was it hope? Wishful thinking? Perhaps even naivety? Brakkus wasn't sure, but one thing was certain: this was a man of extraordinary willpower, and such determination could make him a valuable ally to the Ando Mining Collective.

"So far," Brakkus continued, addressing his host's earlier concerns, "you've given me no reason to distrust the Lilaste Order." His voice carried a measured, respectful tone. "We are no strangers to supplying paramilitary forces; however, you are correct—we do not deal with just anyone. In this business, it's wise to avoid partnerships with organizations engaging in... less-than-legal activities."




 
High Commander of the Lilaste Order
Laphisto locked eyes with Brakkus, his expression sharp and deliberate, like a commander addressing a subordinate on the battlefield. He leaned forward, planting his forearms firmly on the table. His voice was steady and resolute, every word delivered with precision.

"Unity isn't a luxury we can afford to dream about—it's a strategy, a mission objective," he began. "And like any objective, it takes discipline, sacrifice, and unrelenting focus to achieve. The galaxy isn't going to hand it to us on a silver platter, and I wouldn't expect it to. If anything, unity has to be taken—secured—one fight at a time."

He paused, the weight of his words settling in the room. "I know the terrain we're navigating. Hatred, war, distrust—they're entrenched. But so is strength, resilience, and the will to fight for something greater. The Lilaste Order wasn't built on idealism—it was forged in battle, by warriors who understood that victory comes to those who are willing to commit fully to the mission."

Laphisto leaned back slightly, his clawed hands resting on the arms of his chair. "You're right to be cautious. Trust is a weapon, one that's earned through actions, not words. And I'll tell you this—the Order doesn't deal in half-measures or empty promises. Our code of honor and loyalty isn't just a banner we fly; it's the foundation we stand on. Betrayal isn't in our tactics. It's a weakness, and we don't tolerate weakness in our ranks."

His voice took on a sterner edge as he addressed Brakkus Brakkus 's mention of legality. "As for how we operate, know this: we don't run from scrutiny. We don't cut corners, and we don't deal in shady contracts. The Lilaste Order fights clean, but we fight hard. Our methods are as disciplined as our soldiers, and we expect the same from our allies."
 



Brakkus's initial impressions had been correct—the man before him was deeply passionate about the cause he had created. For his enemies, this could make him a formidable adversary; there were no greater warriors than those who wholeheartedly believed their vision for the future was not only righteous but absolutely necessary. For the Ando Mining Collective, however, this same passion made him an ideal ally and potential business partner.

"Well," Brakkus began, his voice steady yet reflective, "I would be lying if I said I fully understood the intricacies of your world. Fortunately, I have managed to avoid combat and warfare so far in my life." His gaze momentarily drifted, his thoughts wandering back to the experiences that had shaped him and the life he now led.

"However," he continued, snapping his attention back to the conversation, "I hold the utmost respect for individuals like yourself and the rest of the Lilaste Order—those who tirelessly put their lives on the line for such a noble cause."

Brakkus shifted slightly in his seat, his tone adopting a note of caution. "That said, High Commander, I feel it is only fair to acknowledge a reality of the Galaxy: the perpetual state of war does have its beneficiaries. For individuals like myself, and many of my competitors, these endless war machines driven by the galactic powers have proven... profitable."

He paused, gauging his host's reaction, ensuring his words had not inadvertently soured the conversation. "Of course," Brakkus added with a tone of sincerity, "it must be said that no one aims to profit from the death and dislocation of countless civilians. Yet, regrettably, such is often the cost of doing business in the current galactic climate."





 
High Commander of the Lilaste Order
Laphisto's gaze remained fixed on Brakkus Brakkus , his eyes sharp and calculating as the man spoke. He leaned back slightly in his chair, one claw idly tapping the edge of the table. When Brakkus finished, Laphisto exhaled slowly, his voice steady and deliberate when he finally responded.

"You're not wrong, Brakkus," he began, his tone measured but laced with the weight of experience. "War has always been a machine that feeds itself, and those who know how to navigate its tides profit from it. I've fought in more wars than I care to remember, and I've seen it all—empires rise, civilizations fall, economies built on the backs of conflict. It's an endless cycle."

He paused, his expression hardening. "But cycles can be broken. The galaxy as it stands now is a fractured thing—held together by fear, greed, and the constant threat of violence. The powers that be cling to their scraps of control, too entrenched in their ways to see the damage they've done. Diplomacy, while ideal, rarely carries weight in a galaxy so steeped in distrust and power struggles."

Laphisto leaned forward, planting his forearms firmly on the table. "That's where the Lilaste Order comes in. We don't seek war for war's sake, but if peace can't be achieved through words, then the current state of things must be torn down. Destroyed. And from the ashes, something stronger, something united, can be built. The Order isn't here to perpetuate the machine of war—we're here to dismantle it, one piece at a time, if that's what it takes to secure a future worth fighting for."

He let the words hang in the air for a moment, his sharp gaze never wavering. "There's profit in that, Brakkus. Plenty of it. Rebuilding a galaxy from the ground up will require visionaries, strategists, and yes, suppliers who understand the value of creating something that lasts. If you're willing to work with us, not just as a partner but as an ally with a shared purpose, there's no shortage of opportunity."

Laphisto's expression softened slightly, though his tone remained firm. "You see, the Lilaste Order doesn't just fight for survival—we fight for a chance to reshape this galaxy into something better. We understand the price of war and the profit that comes with it. But we also understand that the true reward comes after the dust settles—when the rebuilding begins. If that's the kind of vision you can support, then you'll find no stronger ally than the Lilaste Order."

He reached for his glass of water, lifting it in a small, almost ceremonial gesture before taking a sip. Setting it down with a quiet clink, he added, "The galaxy has burned before, Brakkus. And it will burn again. The question is—when the flames die out, who will be left standing to shape what remains?"
 



The man before him had undoubtedly endured his fair share of war. Years—perhaps even decades—of violence had shaped his perspective on the Galaxy and his belief that unity could be its salvation. Yet, Brakkus couldn't help but notice the irony in the means to this hopeful end: achieving peace and harmony through fire and death. It was a paradox reminiscent of the Galactic Empire's so-called "peace" centuries ago, enforced through brute strength and oppression. While the High Commander was clearly no Emperor Palpatine, Brakkus knew that power had a tendency to corrupt even the most virtuous of intentions. Laphisto was walking a precarious path. Yet, if his passion for his vision was genuine, perhaps he could truly change the trajectory of the Galaxy for the betterment of all life within it.

"Your outlook for the future is... optimistic," Brakkus said carefully, mindful not to offend or appear dismissive of his host's ideals. "But," he continued, "it's a vision that only the warmongers among us would oppose. I would be glad to work with the Lilaste Order in achieving this noble goal."

The High Commander had painted a vivid picture in Brakkus's mind: a Galaxy reduced to rubble, but its people finally free from tyranny, oppression, and war. Yet, for Brakkus, the image carried an additional layer of ambition. As the Galaxy rebuilt itself, its cities would rise again with materials sourced and supplied by the Ando Mining Collective. It was an opportunity to elevate his company from a regional power in the Lambda Sector to a galactic juggernaut. Of course, Brakkus knew better than to reveal these motivations openly; such candor could make the High Commander rethink any potential alliance.

"The Galaxy will need strong leaders and resilient businesses to pick up the pieces left behind and guide its people toward the peace they deserve," Brakkus added, echoing and expanding on Laphisto's earlier sentiments.

"But now," he said, redirecting the conversation, "let us return to the primary reason for my presence here. What materials does the Lilaste Order require to advance this significant vision of yours?"




 
High Commander of the Lilaste Order
Laphisto smiled, a low chuckle escaping him at Brakkus's words. The man's response to his vision of the galaxy carried a measured tone, yet it revealed enough interest to satisfy Laphisto. Earning the trust—and business—of the Ando Mining Collective was a step forward in the Order's plans.

"Optimistic?" Laphisto echoed, a faint smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. "Perhaps. But optimism doesn't win wars—strategy does. And if there's one thing I've learned, it's that peace isn't a prize handed down from on high. It's something you fight for. Something you build from the ground up, even if you have to sift through rubble to lay the foundation."

His eyes flicked briefly to one of the guards standing by the door. With a subtle nod, the guard stepped forward, carrying a sleek, reinforced briefcase. The metallic latches clicked open, sliding towards Brakkus Brakkus as the lid was lifted, revealing a collection of ingots gleaming under the light. Each piece was meticulously arranged, showcasing the distinct hues and textures of rare and valuable metals.

"These," Laphisto said, gesturing toward the contents, "are the lifeblood of the Lilaste Order's operations. Seigurium, Fyrirdögun, Songsteel, Beskar, Laminanium, Laminasteel, Impervium, and Ultrachrome. Each one plays a critical role in arming and fortifying our forces. If your mining collective can secure any or all of these materials for us, we will have much to discuss—and much business to conduct."

His tone shifted, carrying an edge of promise and confidence. "In return, the Ando Mining Collective will gain formidable escorts and allies. We'll ensure your supply lines remain untouchable, your assets secure. It's a partnership that will not only profit both sides but also help shape the galaxy into something better, one shipment at a time."
 



In that, we do agree—making substantial changes for the betterment of the Galaxy will always require sacrifice.

Brakkus' gaze momentarily drifted, his mind revisiting the many sacrifices he had endured to elevate the Ando Mining Collective into the juggernaut it was today. Chief among them was the death of his father, a wound that still lingered. The tragedy had been a harsh turning point, but in hindsight, a necessary one. His father would have never allowed the ambitious expansions that Brakkus had pushed forward.

As the High Commander revealed the contents of the briefcase, Brakkus immediately recognized several of the ingots before they were even named. Years in the mining industry had honed his eye for valuable materials. The gleam of rare alloys caught his attention, their worth and scarcity clear. Some of these, he mused, would be difficult to procure on a large scale—but not impossible. Others, while less valuable, still presented a lucrative opportunity.

The Laminasteel and Impervium…” Brakkus began, lifting each ingot from the case to inspect them closely. He deliberately held them up so his host could see his keen appraisal. “These, I am confident I can source almost immediately. Impervium can be manufactured in significant quantities at our facilities on Ando Prime. Laminasteel, however...” He paused, setting the ingot down, “...will require coordination with my contacts on Geonosis. Their factories are efficient, but their schedules are often… rigid.

His focus then shifted to the Beskar ingot. The weight was familiar in his hands, its cold surface a tactile reminder of its storied reputation. Brakkus’ expression tightened, not with reluctance but with pragmatism. “Beskar…” he said, trailing off. He allowed the word to linger, the significance of the material hanging in the air.

Finally, he returned the ingot to its place in the briefcase. “I would prefer to avoid dealing in Beskar,” he admitted. “The Mandalorians are not an adversary I care to provoke, even indirectly. Having them on my back simply isn’t worth the hassle, I’m afraid.

His tone was matter-of-fact, but his words carried a veiled warning. Some materials, no matter how lucrative, came with strings attached—strings that could become snares if handled improperly. Brakkus had no intention of jeopardizing the Collective’s standing or his personal plans over a risky mineral, no matter how valuable it might be.




 
High Commander of the Lilaste Order
he watched as the man identified most if not all the metals he was presented with well before he even named them. a testament to the skill of Brakkus Brakkus one that he was sure spread further into his own company. When he spoke of geonosis and thier factories, he thought back to when his order almost joined a upstart group who were calling themselves the league of autonomous worlds.[LAW] though, he didnt know what exactly happened to that bunch. and a geonosian was present at those meetings. Inevitably, the group wasn't co habitable with his order. they were to unordered and lacked the discipline of a organized military that the order was used to.

Laphisto gave an understanding nod towards the man at his hesitance to work with beskar, let alone move it. the metal was.. in its own right more troublesome than its value " that is quite alright. im more tthan aware of my people tenacity against those who ship beskar. even its name draws unwelcoming eyes. But as for the other metals. we will more than happily secure shipments for them. we have blueprints for a LO-MTLF Station its been deployed in a few sections of our territories, but perhaps your people might be able to refine and enhance the design. we are warriors after all not minors, its not exactly in our speciality"

Laphisto gave a small nod smiling towards the man while taking another drink of his glass. " Consider the blueprints for this station a down payment and a gift to your organization. for it would do much better in your hands than ours" he slid a data chip outwards towards the man end added "we will also relinquish control of three of these stations to you so you have a better baseline to improve upon, though we will hold on to the current harvest of these stations."
 



The promise of a blueprint for the LO-MTLF as forward payment piqued Brakkus' interest. The Ando Mining Collective had been steadily expanding into asteroid mining, but they had yet to secure a vessel—or station—capable of sustaining prolonged operations. While the provided station design would undoubtedly require significant modifications to meet the Collective's rigorous standards, this blueprint represented a substantial step in the right direction.

Adding to the intrigue, the High Commander offered three operational stations outright, albeit with the caveat that their current harvests would remain under his claim. A generous gift, on the surface, but Brakkus knew better than to trust anything that appeared entirely free. The stations might be costly to operate or riddled with maintenance challenges. Still, until they were formally assessed and added to the Collective's inventory, they would be welcomed as a valuable gesture from a new ally.

"High Commander," he began, his tone carrying the weight of genuine appreciation, "these stations will prove to be of considerable use to the Ando Mining Collective. Rest assured, they will be put to excellent use under our stewardship." If his Aqualish features could form a grin, he might have flashed one at Laphisto Laphisto .

Turning to the logistics, Brakkus continued, "As for the Impervium shipments, you can expect the first deliveries next month. The initial two shipments will be of reduced quantity while production ramps up. From the third month onward, you can count on receiving full loads. Naturally, you'll only be invoiced for what is delivered. All these terms will be detailed in the supply contract. Our standard agreement spans two and a half years, though extensions can be arranged at your discretion."

With the foundational business formalities addressed, he moved to the more complex matter.

"As for Laminasteel," he said with a slight pause, "its production is contingent upon the authorities on Geonosis. At this point, my best estimate is that full-scale shipments will be achievable within eight months. Unlike Impervium, Laminasteel cannot be drawn from any surplus stock at the Ando Prime Refinery."

Brakkus leaned back, watching for the High Commander's reaction. The finer details had been laid out, and now it was up to Laphisto to decide if the terms met his expectations.




 
High Commander of the Lilaste Order
Laphisto listened carefully, his sharp teal-blue eyes focused on Brakkus Brakkus as he laid out the terms of their agreement. There was no rush to respond—this was business, and business, like war, was rarely about immediate gains. It was about positioning, endurance, and knowing when to push and when to wait. As Brakkus finished, Laphisto exhaled slowly, a faint smile touching his lips.

"That's fair," he said simply, nodding in approval. "Good things take time, and I wouldn't expect any less from an operation of this scale. Rushing production leads to mistakes, and mistakes in this line of work cost more than just credits." He reached for his glass, taking a measured sip before setting it back down with a soft clink.

"I appreciate the transparency. Too many deals are made with empty promises and inflated timelines—this, at least, is something we can build on with certainty. A steady ramp-up in shipments works well for us. The Lilaste Order is in the midst of a large-scale transition, moving our primary operations from the Kalinda System up toward Bastion. It's no small task relocating a fleet, an army, and everything that supports it. By the time your shipments reach full capacity, we'll be firmly established in our new theater of operations."

He leaned back slightly, one claw absently tracing the rim of his glass. "As for the Laminasteel," he continued, "from what i can gather Geonosis has always been an unpredictable factor in supply chains. While I can't say I have personal experience with them, I understand the wait, and eight months is still within our operational window. When the time comes, we'll be ready to receive the shipments."

There was no urgency in his tone—just calm understanding. Business was about reliability, not speed. He'd spent enough time dealing with merchants and manufacturers to know that securing the right materials was a long-term investment, not an overnight transaction. "This is a good start," he said, returning his gaze to Brakkus. "The first step to something bigger. We'll hold to our end of the contract as long as you do the same. The Order values loyalty, and if the Ando Mining Collective proves itself a reliable partner, this won't just be a one-time deal—it'll be the foundation of something far more lasting."

He pushed the data chip containing the LO-MTLF station blueprints a little closer across the table. "You'll have everything you need to get started. Once your teams have assessed the stations we're transferring, we can discuss any modifications or additional infrastructure that might be needed." Laphisto let a moment of quiet settle before offering one last nod, his tone lighter now. "To progress, then," he said, lifting his glass slightly in a small, informal toast. "And to business done right."
 



The mention of Bastion caught Brakkus' attention. Once Laphisto had finished speaking, he leaned forward slightly, voicing his curiosity.

"Your mention of Bastion," he began, "Would your business there have anything to do with the Diarchy?"

By now, the rise of the so-called "new kid on the block" was well-known. The Diarchy—establishing itself in the Unknown Regions—had the potential to rival the great powers of the Core. Not that it concerned Brakkus directly; he had no personal stake in their affairs. But new empires demanded vast resources, and that was where the Ando Mining Collective thrived.

If this arrangement with the Lilaste Order proved fruitful, and they maintained close ties with the Diarchy, then lucrative contracts could follow. Still, he knew better than to get ahead of himself with so little information at hand.

"Of course, the Ando Mining Collective has a reputation for reliability," he added smoothly, lifting his glass. "And the Aqualish, as you may know, are unwaveringly loyal to their allies."

Pouring himself a measure of forty-year aged Corellian brandy, Brakkus noted his host's refined taste in liquor. Once his glass was full, he set the bottle back down and joined the toast. "To new partnerships," he offered, switching to Galactic Basic for a more personal touch—though he wasn't sure if Laphisto cared either way.

With that, he reached across the desk, took the datachip containing the schematics, and tucked it into his jacket. A small but significant step toward greater opportunities.




 
High Commander of the Lilaste Order
Laphisto offered a small smile, acknowledging both Brakkus Brakkus 's toast and his inquiry with a nod.

"Well," he said, leaning back slightly, "you're not wrong to ask. There's been talk—more than just talk, really—about the Lilaste Order and the Diarchy working a lot more closely in the future. Maybe even something more official down the line. If that happens, well... let's just say the demand for resources is only going to grow. and who are we but to turn to the most.. notable and effecient of our contacts to ensure both the Diarchy and the Order get the materials they need"

His voice carried deliberate weight on that final point, ensuring Brakkus grasped the scale of opportunity unfolding before them. He let the words hang in the air for a moment, giving Brakkus time to consider the implication.

"Now, I'll admit, I don't know everything about your people, But from what I've seen of the Ando Mining Collective? You play the long game, loyal to your partners, smart about your investments. That's something I can respect. and respect goes quite the ways my new found friend" with a small throated chuckle he raised his glass, echoing the mans words " to a long laster partnership between our peoples."
 



The High Commander's confirmation that his business on Bastion did indeed involve the Diarchy came as little surprise—but it did present a significant opportunity for the Ando Mining Collective. The connection between the Lilaste Order and the Diarchy appeared to run deeper than that of a mere hired gun. Allies? Perhaps even different arms of the same entity. Brakkus would need to dig deeper. For now, however, the information was sufficient.

"Of course, High Commander," he said, with the droid translating. "If this partnership between the Collective and the Order proves successful, I would appreciate a recommendation to the leadership of the Diarchy. Naturally, that would be at your discretion."

As he extended his offer of assistance, his chelicerae chittered—a subtle, telltale sign of anticipation. Were he capable of grinning, he would be doing so now. The prospect of securing supply contracts with a rising empire excited him. When he had taken this meeting, he had expected to walk away with a single lucrative deal. Instead, he found himself staring at the potential for something far greater. Still, nothing was certain yet.

"The Ando Mining Collective has operated, in one form or another, since shortly after the fall of the Galactic Empire," Brakkus continued, swirling the amber liquid in his glass before taking a slow, measured sip.

"Unfortunately, patience hasn't always been rewarded. But I intend to change that."

Setting the glass down with deliberate care, he met the High Commander's gaze.

"With the right partners, the right opportunities—who's to say the Ando Mining Collective couldn't become a household name? The Trade Federation, Arceneau Trade... all giants started somewhere."

A calculated statement. One that hinted at ambition without overplaying his hand.


Laphisto Laphisto

 
High Commander of the Lilaste Order
Laphisto considered Brakkus' words carefully, his sharp teal-blue gaze studying the Aqualish businessman with measured approval. There was ambition in the mining tycoon's tone, but also pragmatism—an understanding of the long road ahead. That was something Laphisto could respect.He leaned forward slightly, his voice steady, carrying the weight of experience.

"Every great endeavor starts with a single step, Brakkus. The Trade Federation, Arceneau Trade, the great industrial titans of history—none of them built their legacies overnight. But those who see the long game, who invest in the right people, in the right moments… they're the ones who leave their mark." Laphisto allowed a brief pause, letting the words settle. Then, with a small, knowing smirk, he lifted his glass once more.

"You want the Ando Mining Collective to become a household name? Then let's see where this road takes us. If you deliver on your word, you'll find no better allies than the Lilaste Order and the Diarchy." He took a slow sip before setting his glass down with finality. "For now, we have a deal, and a future worth investing in."

Brakkus Brakkus
 

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