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The Anthem.

The headquarters of the Ministry of War situated under the waters of Lake Theed had undergone months of laborious construction. The Confederacy was not just an industrious nation, but a nation of artists and workers experts in their craft. On Geonosis, the capital had been a labor of industry, of technological prowess designed to conquer the planet's harsh climate and weather conditions. But on Naboo, industry was thrown out in favor of artistry, a blending of nature and harmony.

Kiff didn't particularly care for any of the environmental sentiment that the Anthem was built upon. But he did have to admit, having a semi-secret underwater base was pretty cool. He admired the technological prowess of it all, to say the least. In fact, one of his guilty pleasures that came with being the new Ministry of War was that he now held the power to license out new toys for the Confederacy to play with. And of course, technology that would win the wars that the Confederacy would fight in; of which inevitably would be many.

To that extent, Kiff had decided that a full review and rejuvenation of the military's technology was in order, and an invitation had been extended to all corners of the Confederacy and beyond for those who were looking to secure lucrative contracts with the Ministry of War. Those who were interested -- and felt that they would be able to impress Kiff sufficiently -- were due at the large conference room of the Anthem any time now. And the bargaining and bidding would begin.

 
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Nishi Seiichi-- Chief Ambassador of NAKAIOMA Naboo, the corporation's branch office and one of two Regional Headquarters located in Confederate space, the other to be found on the world of Christophsis-- had been dispatched to the Ministry of War's underwater installation beneath Lake Theed as head of the representative team selected to negotiation on the conglomerate's behalf in the acquisition of potential new military contracts. Also within the group were present several representatives each from a number of the corporation's subsidiary entities; Nakaioma Defense Dynamics and Nakaioma Medical being chief among them. Arriving exactly on time for the opening phases of the bargaining, presentations and bidding, as per their strict orders to do so, the relatively large collection of well-dressed corporate spokesmen and women filtered into the Anthem's impressive conference hall, politely nodding and smiling to those Ministry of War officials they happened to exchange glances with as they done so.​

With them, they had brought their typical assortment of corporate advertising and the various statistics, studies and data involving the products and services they were intending to receive contracts for. Not wishing to rely on exterior means of display, they also had a small number of thin, transparent smartscreens brought in with them, courtesy of Nakaioma HomeLife, to ensure that high quality definition, of course. Nishi Seiichi was young for a man in his position, being only in his forties, though his record with the company more than spoke for itself. Black, slicked back hair, and donning a suit with his employers' signature red and black color palette, he only had a few wrinkles to speak of, a testament to the man's admirable and healthy lifestyle choices. Approaching the Minister of War; Kiff Brayde, he extended his hand for a firm, but endearing shake. "It is a pleasure to be working with you, today, Mr. Brayde." He greeted the man with, his staff busy behind him setting up the screens needed to show their presentations when the time came.​

Once introductions had been fulfilled between the two men, Mr. Seiichi returned a few steps in the opposite direction to the segment of the conference room where his team had been setting up their temporary display area, the work already having been finished as the lower ranking members of the representative group stepped aside for the Chief Ambassador, the screens behind him now switching on, a simple test to see if they were indeed functioning, before being promptly switched back off again. Pleased with the results, the top representative swiftly pulled out a chair and sat himself down. The joys of arriving first being their unique opportunity to position themselves as close to the Minister of War as possible. Nishi, of course, would be lying to himself to say that he was not at least somewhat nervous. It was a potentially massive gain-- or loss-- depending on his performance today, and it could mean the difference between a promotion to the Plaza, or being sacked all together.​

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Shuklaar Kyrdol

CEO of Breshig War Forge Consolidated

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Shuklaar had tried in vain to get Ragar to stay behind, but his detail seemed to follow everywhere he went these days. As if one heavily armed Mandalorian wasn't enough. Apparently the loss of two monarchs was reason for him to be concerned, if Ragar was to believed. He'd believe that to be the impetus for his detail's insistence on accompanying him if he wasn't sure that they weren't just going stir crazy. In all fairness, it had been a while since he'd personally involved himself in the matters of the Confederacy. It was for that precise reason, more than any of the others, that he was attending this meeting personally.
This wasn't the first time that Breshig had produced weapons and equipment for the Confederacy. There was the cryoban rifle, pistol and carbonite missile that'd been produced at the request of the Grand Marshall for use against the Bryn'adul, as well as the implant package and follow up acclimatization consulting as well. Not to mention the Scarif contract and the training of Kamino's clones. Nonetheless, this was different. Things were changing in the upper echelons of the CIS. Things had changed. Now there was a new minister of war, some new aruetii he'd have to explain why years of battlefield proven and refined tech worked, and why it'd benefit them to use it.
Shuklaar's only comfort came from the fact that the man was an ex-High Marshall of the CIS Navy. Bassadro sector if his sources had been right. He'd heard about the former High Marshall's actions during the Battle of Talay, but he'd also heard about his...tendencies. Drinking, gambling, these weren't things that a Mandalorian saw as problematic. If Shuklaar's sources were right, however, then apparently the former High Marshall took things a step too far. He wasn't a man, however, who judged people based on what he heard, and so he was going to reserve his judgement for when he was sitting across the man.
For Mandalorians, armor served as multi-function dress. It was casual and sleep wear when both time and place were filled with strife and it was formal wear in all occasions. For Mandalorians, business was conducted in armor fully armed. Anything less said you underestimated whoever sat across you, and that was a bad start to any business arrangement. While over two decades of dealing with aruetii told him that wasn't usually the case with them, he had no intention of doing anything different.
Once they'd landed and their fighter escorts waved off, the process of unloading the cargo began. MCD-01 Gar'gotabor droids unloaded crates of cargo as Ragar's Vornskr Mirshir-Jurkad Rammikade fanned out surreptitiously. Well, as far was possible for heavily armored and armed Mando'ade, even by Mandalorian standards, to do so. "You think we're going to get any contracts out of this?" asked Ragar, casually approaching. "Shabla waste of time if we don't." Ragar had a point, and had kept the majority of his thoughts on the matter to himself during the trip over, so Shuklaar was willing to deal with his apparent prejudices when it came to aruetii. "Chakaare until proven otherwise," as he was so fond of saying.
"Only one way to find out," he said, pausing for a moment to make sure that the BMD-01 Vhe'viin Battlefield Mechanic Droids, CMD-01 'Gar Cayatr Baar'ur' Combat Medical Droid and R/IS-01 'Nuhaatyc' Reconnaissance/Infantry Support Droid that they'd brought for demonstration purposes were off the heavy assault transport. The transport's usually cavernous troop bay was being set up as a mobile exhibition center for the company's armored vehicles, a measure Shuklaar had gone through in the event that it proved necessary. Usually if the clients or their representative(s) were interested, and knowledgeable, then they preferred something they could inspect in person. "Chakaare until proven otherwise, 'lek? Let's give them a chance to prove otherwise." Ragar chuckled at the use of his own fond saying.
Walking in before long, Shuklaar motioned for the droids and the four-man fireteam of Vornskr Mirshir-Jurkad Rammikade to set up the equipment on one side of the room. He could see the corporate team from Nakaioma clear as day. Their ID badges, probably issued by base security, identified them as such immediately to his armor's IFF systems. Shuklaar waited till he was done with the Nakaioma executive before approaching the Minister of War, extending his hand in what amounted to traditional greeting for much of the galaxy. "Minister of War, good to finally meet you. Happy to once more offer the Confederacy nothing but our best." Greeting out of the way, Shuklaar faux leaned confidently against one of the chairs on the opposite side of the table to the Nakaioma team. Part of his mind wondered who else would show, but the other part of his mind focused on ensuring that this little excursion was a profitable one.
 


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Business was like warfare, was it not?

Perhaps it was a more civil affair, certainly driven by economics and shareholders than it was by patriotism or pride. But in turn, that made it all the more ruthless. Only several years ago, Roble Manufacturing had been little to nothing -- a small, local starshipwright firm that worked primarily with luxury, commission contracts. Only with the advent of Fondor's willing ascension into the ranks of the Confederacy had Roble been thrust into a much larger market.

Alban had been ruthless to seize on the fat whale of credits that was the Confederacy's military-industrial complex. And from that Roble Manufacturing's power, assets and holdings had grown exponentially. But now, was Alban here to expand on his market and cut himself a larger portion of the Confederacy military pie? No. He was here to defend it.

In his earpiece, as omnipresent as ever was his personal assistant and artificial intelligence, HANS. But for now, HANS and Alban were both silent. They didn't prefer theatrics or fanfare, and were here only to do the business that was necessary to keep Roble in the running. With a nod both towards the enigmatic Nakaioma representative -- they could be a credible threat -- and the Deputy Minister of Science, the Mandalorian, he took a seat, folding his hands.

Waiting for the negotiations to begin.


 


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A businessman from the Core. A Mandalorian. And the enigmatic director of Roble Manufacturing.

It sounded like the beginning of a rough joke, to say the least. But It had been who'd shown -- so Kiff would hear them out. He had faith that they would be able to impress them, at the very least; he was not unfamiliar with the Nakaioma Corporate Empire, and he'd been aboard Roble Manufacturing ships for most of his naval career. The Mandalorian, now, he had less experience with, but he'd heard the unsettingly-attractive Minister of Science rave on about her deputy and the various technological wonders he'd created. No doubt they could be put to good use.

After shaking both the Nakaioma representative's and Kyrdol's hands, and a nod towards Alban Roble, he gestured to the three corners of the long table indicating that they may be seated. The conference room had obviously been prepared for more guests to arrive, but the number of three meant that each would have a corner from which they could advocate their positions and try to sell their wares. "Welcome, gentlemen," he finally began once they had all taken their seats. "I think we're all aware of why we are gathered here today, so let's get going without having to worry about needless, ah, niceties. Seiichi, is it?" he asked, more rhetorically than not, pointing to the representative, "you're up first. Breshig is after, and Roble you'll come last."

He leaned back in his chair, gesturing towards the representative. "Impress me."

 
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Gaze skimming across the table, reviewing the potential competition, the still somewhat hesitant Nakaioma representative felt at least a small wave of relief at the sight of Roble Manufacturing and Breshig. Of course, it wasn't from any form of belief of a disparity in their quality of products; but rather the knowledge that to a noticeable degree, the three corporate entities that had responded to the Minister of War's call and whom were now present in this room each specialized in their own realms of defense technology, and would likely focus on attempting to sell likewise to the Confederacy. This left plenty of room for achievement with the medical equipment and ground vehicle heavy proposal that Seiichi and his team had been working on.

Rising from his seat upon que from Minister Bryde; Nishi Seiichi gave a polite nod to those who's attention had now been turned towards him, flattening his suit and straightening his back to prepare for the presentation. "Thank you, Minister." He acknowledged his host with. Behind him, the view screens that had been set-up by his staff moments ago flickered to life, initially displaying only the Nakaioma Corporation's red flower logo, though this would not last for long. "Since the formation of our business' defense and medical subsidiaries centuries ago, we have strived to not only maintain a military force's superiority on any given battlefield via technological means and sheer firepower, but to keep the individuals that comprise that force safe and most importantly-- alive, whether they be organic or droid."

The screens changed, flickering through footage of conflict zones throughout the galaxy, several of the corporation's primary land vehicles on offer being prominently featured at the forefront of every shot, the VH-280 Infantry Support Vehicle rapidly manoeuvring around even the most inhospitable and dangerous environments, securely transporting countless infantry, the VH-140 Main Battle Tank successfully standing its ground against several more opposing repulsor-tanks, and the VH-550 changing the course of battles with its immense firepower from well behind the frontlines. Glorious, adrenaline-inducing scenes of valor to be sure. "Our Land Systems line of next-generation warfare ground vehicles have so far proven their worth in a dozen conflicts, and with the required evidence from third-party experts to back-up their intense upholding of our strictest safety regulations, they not only demolish anything in-front of them, but keep whatever, or whomever is inside of them safe and secure."

Pausing as the background presentation shifted, and he waited for his que to continue, Seiichi thought it momentarily amusing if not somewhat concerning that his superiors had ordered him to exclude the price of these vehicles from conversation until well after the initial presentation. Continuing on with his corporation's proposal, the young executive went on to detail the various perks and qualities of Nakaioma Medical's contribution to the team, everything from the LifeScan Pro's ability to near-instantly diagnose nigh any condition or disease across hundreds of sentient species to the Chiyu Bacta Grenade, an admittedly somewhat quirky-- but effective product capable of being quickly deployed by any member of an infantry team to heal any number of squadmates within a specific radius. When it came to this field in-particular, anything and everything they had on offer was up for grabs.

Familiar to anyone with even limited knowledge of the Nakaioma Corporation's modus operandi, the presentation was full of statistics, live combat after-action reports, reviews from third-party sources and field tests conducted by professionals in the occupation relevant to whatever product was being shown to the room of potential customers. Several times throughout the campaign of persuasion, Seiichi would assure his Confederate hosts that any and all questions could be answered with simple inquiries to the corporate ambassador teams assigned to them on either Naboo or Christophsis, and that any further evidence needed to prove the authenticity of their claims would be given at a moment's notice. Government clients typically wanted to get the most bang for their buck after all.

Once more fixing his suit, as at times the representative had become animated during his sell, Seiichi begun his finish, the view-screens fading back to the red flower logo and the man himself politely bowing to all in the room, arms straight by his side. "As you can see, Minister, our business has a plethora of products that would be a more than comfortable fit for the Confederacy's armed forces. We hope you decide to give them a chance, and can provide a staunch guarantee that they will certainly be worth the investment. Thank you, all." And with that, the man returned to his aura of relative silence, sitting back down in his seat, as the screens were quickly rolled out of the room by certain members of his team.​

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