Private Shipping & Handling

[Makai Dashiell]

IONE

Wearing \ Gear : X | X | X | X | X Interacting With : BB-4001X

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Located along the Corellian Trade Spine, Ione stood out as a busy spaceport world in the reaches of Sith Order space. Under the watchful eye of the Sith Order government and officials, Phase One of the Corporate Revitalization Act was underway, allowing for neutral companies to enter and begin business. Makai had already begun the work of setting up shop on more than one planet. The first phase open for business was wildly rich in minerals, ores, gasses and gemstones. Agriculture was also heavy in the area, but one thing at a time.

Speaking of one thing at a time - shipping. Arceneau Trade Company had yet to come to the area in full force. While Makai didn't mind using his mother-in-law's company for his needs, it was also good to diversify. It was also good to get the ball rolling, especially on such a critically important planet on a trade route. With plenty of industrial space, he was meeting to see what would work.

And if the company could handle work such as refined minerals and ores. Makai wasn't even sure if they had a presence in Sith Order space yet or not.

He was about to find out.

 

[BB-4001X]

Makai Dashiell
[ tactical turtleneck ] [ comlink ]

Matsu Ike had encouraged their participation in the Corporate Interests Guild, so when the Cooperative had received a request to bid on a shipping contract from Dashiell Incorporated it had accepted the invitation.

Now the droids were harboring doubts about this arrangement, even before it had been made.

Ione was unquestionably a vital trade port on the Corellian Trade Spine, being the gateway to the four mining worlds that filled out the Greater Javin region. With Dashiell's portfolio including mining operations, it was a logical move. And, for the droids, having a shipping and receiving center on Ione would give them entry to what was already a thriving spaceport.

The issue wasn't the economics of the arrangement, it was the political situation. Ione was located in Sith space and the Cooperative had been seeking to avoid connections that would draw it into the conflict between the Alliance and the Sith. The former had shown a willingness to entertain wielding clone soldiers as a disposible population for the purposes of maintaining their war effort, while the latter had a proven history of war crimes, attempted genocide, sapient rights violations, and attacks on its own civilian populace. While they would, indoubtedly, point fingers to say that the other was worse, the Cooperative had hoped to avoid doing business with either.

Given the sheer size and scope of the Sith's span of planetary control, that position was likely not sustainable. Still, the Cooperative had not yet committed to a deal with Dashiell. It remained open to negotiations, but the skepticism colored the transaction with the cost-benefit calculus of doing business under the auspices of the Sith government's seemingly fickle and capricious whim or tolerance.

"Mister Dashiell," the diminutive, child-like automaton supplied. It hadn't been a question. Public records, media searches, and a correllation with the physical characteristics of the person in front of him supplied the identification as the droid's mind was connected to the wider Cooperative through a com-net.

"I am BB-4001X, a human replica droid," the afro-bot supplied, introducing itself as it explained, "I will be representing the Droid Logistics Company Limited Partnership on behalf of the general partner, the Droid Cooperative."