"Dray" Therin
| Naboo
| The Observatory
| Royal Republic Intelligence Bureau Headquarters
| 0610 hours
She had been up for three hours preparing for the meeting. Still, she would have likely admitted to butterflies should anyone be able to pry honesty from her cold dying hands. However, she was as prepared as she possibly could be. She practically had the Skynara Trade League matter memorised. Should there be questions, she would have the answers.
She walked at a fast clip. Her hair, short though as it was these days, was tied back into a single efficient ponytail. The black outfit she wore, replete with knee length pencil skirt and single breasted jacket that buttoned almost up to her chin, sat on her in such a way as to cause a few errant glances. She caught them, but she did not care. It was another form of control that she could wield over people. And control was vital.
The door slid open, and she stepped inside the briefing room. The meeting had already begun, causing her to check the time on her datapad. She was early. A frown creased her pastel blue features, but she cleared her frustration quickly. How she could be late to the meeting when five minutes early she would never understand.
"There is great wealth flowing down the Five Veils Trade Route, and the key figure seems to be Wend Marcion," said the droid that was leading what Dray now identified as the pre-briefing. Good, she was not late. Through the holographic image of the Tholothian woman that Dray had come to know so well, she looked out over the various agents of the Bureau. She was suitably impressed with the variety, though she thought it foolish not to send her on this mission. She knew the most about Marcion after all.
"Agent Dray Therin will brief you further and take questions," said the droid, who backed away from the console to give Dray the room.
With a curt nod, Dray took the droid's spot and slipped her datapad into the dock. She tapped on the screen to change the image of Marcion to a scrolling list of what appeared to be assets. "Wend Marcion's net worth is calculated to be in excess of seven hundred billion credits," she said, bringing a small amount of chatter from the crowd which she summarily ignored, "these are the companies that she owns spread across one hundred star systems...including two on Naboo."
"Having a lot of money does not make you a bad person, but how you acquire that much money can certainly turn some heads," she continued, pausing the scrolling list to highlight, "this is her company, Galdar Holdings, on Skynara. This company has very well manicured books. Too...well manicured. Several transactions were between it and Marcion's Naboo Capital and Investment have triggered some concern. Through a series of shell companies, we believe that these funds have their origin in black market arms deals."
She flicked a switch and brought up the image of Wend Marcion once again. "We need to get to work on understanding everything about this woman. She has the sort of money...just the money alone...is enough to fund an army big enough to take over Naboo. She currently seems to think of Naboo as a safe place for her to keep her funds. We do not really want to make an enemy of her, nor her lieutenants, but we do need to start chipping away at the base of her empire. This will be a long, complicated process, but we cannot allow Naboo to become a shelter for criminal funds. We must cause the criminals of this galaxy to whisper about how empires fell from the inside the moment they set up shop in our Republic."
She tapped her screen, a list of assignments were sent to each station around the large amphitheater. "Day to day questions can be referred to your department heads. As for any big picture questions that are burning a hole in your skull...speak now, before we get to work."
