Grenonine III
Meniium Industrial Station
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It was akin to a delicate waltz, a high-stakes gamble when one stood as a neutral player, particularly when that player was as vast and entrenched across various industries as Arceneau Trade conglomerate. At the core of it all lay Danger's reputation as the Queen of Trade -- a reputation painstakingly built over decades, yet one that could crumble in mere moments. Each word spoken, every action taken, every meeting attended, and even every smile offered was subject to intense scrutiny beneath a powerful lens.
That's why Danger had endeavored to impart upon
Makai Dashiell
the wisdom that forming alliances held far greater strategic value than trampling through another's territory, leaving muddy footprints in one's wake.
With each conversation she shared with Viceroy
Rulonom Laborr
, Danger found herself drawn deeper into the mystery that surrounded him. The Skakoan leader remained as enigmatic as navigating the ever-shifting dunes of the Western Dune Sea. Yet, amidst the ambiguity, there were subtle clues, whispers carried by the wind, hinting at layers of complexity and hidden motives.
It was all rather intriguing. Danger had anticipated a more favorable stance from the Trade Federation towards
Alicia Drey
. Not merely due to profit margins, but also because, ultimately, it presented an opportunity to advance the Trade Federation's own agenda. Though their goals might not perfectly align with Drey's plans, there was always potential for mutual benefit. Perhaps not fully hand in hand, but just enough to grease the wheels of the trade routes in their favor one way or another.
However, from her research, Danger discovered that the Trade Federation maintained close ties with the Core Worlds. This meant a significant portion of their business dealings intersected with the Alliance. Perceptions mattered in such circles. Or perhaps there lay something deeper? In her past dealings with the Trade Federation, discussions remained open, and the door never fully closed.
What transpired during my absence at Arkun farm? Danger pondered. It was a new game of Dejarik, to be sure. A cause for concern, certainly, but not one insurmountable for Danger to navigate.
For her, there existed a code of honor in all business dealings. She sought to learn more, for nothing was ever quite as it seemed.
"Is Miz. Drey untrustworthy because she shares information with both governments or because she fails to honor her business commitments or betrays a business partner once an agreement is struck?" It would be foolish to believe that every person in a government position wasn't utilizing it for a favor or two or to line their pockets or another. That another government official was doing so from the Empire to the Lost to the Dark Empire was not a surprise. She was sure that there were likely similar individuals in the Alliance to the Dark Empire, or Alliance to Sith Empire, or Empire of the lost to the Mandalorian Protectors. It was just how the 'verse worked.
"I reckon she likely ain't she only one workin' high up usin' their position to help themselves or a friend or two." Danger drawled out in honest and cordial musing.
"What makes her any different?" she was truly curious about the line that seemingly caused this split between the Trade Federation and Miz. Drey. As it was, Danger had already met the woman at Sojourn, and she wouldn't hide that fact at all.
For Danger, honor lay in honoring one's word. It didn't matter if one hailed from the light or dark side of the Force, from any walk of life -- a Sith, a Jedi, an Imperial, or a Mandalorian. What held weight was the integrity of one's promises.
What mattered was that one's word was their bond. If she was to get shot or betrayed, she rather see it coming than get a blaster hole on her back.
Oh, she'll ensure it is paid a hundredfold in the aftermath, but for the present time, business is business.
And once Danger gave her word, she meant it.