Rahn Haaku
Minister of Foreign Affairs, CSA
Open with a shot of space. Stars twinkle in the distance.
The camera pans down, slowly revealing a dull orange planet. As the camera moves closer features become visible.
Kessel is a near inhospitable world. The semblance of an atmosphere is maintained by thousands of oxygen generators spread across the small planet. It is dry, rugged and without any redeeming virtues except one. Spice. A prized narcotic and medical stimulant both. Attempts to synthesize it have failed, leaving Kessel as the only place in the galaxy one can find it. There was fierce competition between various criminal exterprises who operated mining operations on the surface and muscling in from off-world was nearly impossible.
The Rybet Muroth Duule however, had won owner of Mine 21 in a game of chance. The former owner, enraged at his loss, removed everything that wasn't bolted down, taking laborers and equipment to prospect Tatooine like so many fools before him.
Eager to begin mining, Muroth had ignored his friend Rahn Haaku's suggestions of working with the CSA and had instead went to the Trade Federation for cheap and disposable labor. Eager for new clients to stop their company's hemorrhaging, the Cato Neimoidian Trade Federation offered Muroth 600 B1 Labor Droids, 100 B1 Security droids, 30 Neimoidian Guards/overseers and two dozen Dwarf Spider Droids for perimeter defense in exchange for a hefty take of Muroth's eventual profits.
Now half a year into their joint venture, the Nemoidians have sent an Executive to check on Muroth's operation...
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"I should have let you convince me to buy 1,000 of those tinfoil droids. I've worked nearly 200 units into the ground. If they weren't dirt cheap, I'd feel cheated." Said Rybet from behind his Worshyr desk.
"You have not yet bought the droids yet. If you haven't made progress in returning the mine back to acceptable levels we will feel cheated." Replied the Neimoidian. Executive Hara Krull was in charge of the Trade Federation's notorious Loan Forgiveness Department which, despite its benevolent name, was anything but. He had arrived flanked by members of the Nemoidian Gunnery Battalion and had quickly taken control of the Mine. Muroth would have been frightened if he had not been so high on spice.
Despite the incredible loss of droids to the energy spiders, and the unfortunate tragedies that took the lives of several Neimoidian overseers, the B1 labor units had managed to mine the spice threads with only 18% more damage to the product than sentient laborers, however the money saved on feeding and boarding them easily made up the difference. High as a kite, Muroth slid a datapad across his table to the Nemoidian.
Orange eyes scanned the datapad's contents. Hara was surprised the imbibed Rybet had managed to meet their production numbers, but the neimoidian suspected that it had less to do with the Rybet than the resources they had thrown at him. Hara would conduct a full inspection and then report that Muroth should be removed and this operation be absorbed to diversify the Trade Federation's portfolio.
"Did you see that part there about the central computer?" Muroth asked, referring to some technical reports that showed unusual chatter in the B1 droid's central computer. "Hasn't really affected the work, but your neimoidian guards have been reporting the droids acting irrationally on the way back to recharge."
Hara rolled his eyes. "You're high on spice. What are you talking about?"
"I'm not that high. All I know is that maybe you should bring some techs next time and figure out whats going on with the central computer. Its like the commands are lagging or there's an echo, but sometimes the droids receive multiple of the same commands or they'll not receive them while others will, or they'll receive one that makes a droid go left when the others go right." The Rybet was getting animated now, his voice rising. "It's like there are different voices in the central computer man."
"Alright, i've had enough of this." Said Hara with disgust. The Nemoidian rose to his feet. "Sober up you idiot and join me on the tour when you've given up these paranoid fantasies." With that, Hara left the office. He posted two of his gunnery battalion outside the Baron Administrator's door. Hara then began his inspection of the facility...
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OOC Thread
The camera pans down, slowly revealing a dull orange planet. As the camera moves closer features become visible.
Kessel is a near inhospitable world. The semblance of an atmosphere is maintained by thousands of oxygen generators spread across the small planet. It is dry, rugged and without any redeeming virtues except one. Spice. A prized narcotic and medical stimulant both. Attempts to synthesize it have failed, leaving Kessel as the only place in the galaxy one can find it. There was fierce competition between various criminal exterprises who operated mining operations on the surface and muscling in from off-world was nearly impossible.
The Rybet Muroth Duule however, had won owner of Mine 21 in a game of chance. The former owner, enraged at his loss, removed everything that wasn't bolted down, taking laborers and equipment to prospect Tatooine like so many fools before him.
Eager to begin mining, Muroth had ignored his friend Rahn Haaku's suggestions of working with the CSA and had instead went to the Trade Federation for cheap and disposable labor. Eager for new clients to stop their company's hemorrhaging, the Cato Neimoidian Trade Federation offered Muroth 600 B1 Labor Droids, 100 B1 Security droids, 30 Neimoidian Guards/overseers and two dozen Dwarf Spider Droids for perimeter defense in exchange for a hefty take of Muroth's eventual profits.
Now half a year into their joint venture, the Nemoidians have sent an Executive to check on Muroth's operation...
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"I should have let you convince me to buy 1,000 of those tinfoil droids. I've worked nearly 200 units into the ground. If they weren't dirt cheap, I'd feel cheated." Said Rybet from behind his Worshyr desk.
"You have not yet bought the droids yet. If you haven't made progress in returning the mine back to acceptable levels we will feel cheated." Replied the Neimoidian. Executive Hara Krull was in charge of the Trade Federation's notorious Loan Forgiveness Department which, despite its benevolent name, was anything but. He had arrived flanked by members of the Nemoidian Gunnery Battalion and had quickly taken control of the Mine. Muroth would have been frightened if he had not been so high on spice.
Despite the incredible loss of droids to the energy spiders, and the unfortunate tragedies that took the lives of several Neimoidian overseers, the B1 labor units had managed to mine the spice threads with only 18% more damage to the product than sentient laborers, however the money saved on feeding and boarding them easily made up the difference. High as a kite, Muroth slid a datapad across his table to the Nemoidian.
Orange eyes scanned the datapad's contents. Hara was surprised the imbibed Rybet had managed to meet their production numbers, but the neimoidian suspected that it had less to do with the Rybet than the resources they had thrown at him. Hara would conduct a full inspection and then report that Muroth should be removed and this operation be absorbed to diversify the Trade Federation's portfolio.
"Did you see that part there about the central computer?" Muroth asked, referring to some technical reports that showed unusual chatter in the B1 droid's central computer. "Hasn't really affected the work, but your neimoidian guards have been reporting the droids acting irrationally on the way back to recharge."
Hara rolled his eyes. "You're high on spice. What are you talking about?"
"I'm not that high. All I know is that maybe you should bring some techs next time and figure out whats going on with the central computer. Its like the commands are lagging or there's an echo, but sometimes the droids receive multiple of the same commands or they'll not receive them while others will, or they'll receive one that makes a droid go left when the others go right." The Rybet was getting animated now, his voice rising. "It's like there are different voices in the central computer man."
"Alright, i've had enough of this." Said Hara with disgust. The Nemoidian rose to his feet. "Sober up you idiot and join me on the tour when you've given up these paranoid fantasies." With that, Hara left the office. He posted two of his gunnery battalion outside the Baron Administrator's door. Hara then began his inspection of the facility...
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OOC Thread
