That Business on Cato Neimoidia [Paris]

[Darth Vulcanus]

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Profit was the unspoken, yet all-encompassing, rule that dictated all life in the galaxy. No matter how noble the goals may have claimed to be, there was always someone racking in the credits from it. No one understood this more than the Neimoidians and the many occupants of their glittering purse worlds. They had fought entire wars for the pleasure of tearing to the head of the economic curve and they understood that to win in business - one must gamble.

Juun Prax was about to take the gamble of his life.

The exceptionally gowned alien was draped over his seat, tails of red silk flowing over the leather chair and into rippling waves across the floor. The shinned top of the meeting table acted as a sort of black mirror in which he could stare at his own dimmed reflection. He wondered if [member="Paris"] could see the same nervousness he saw in his own face.

"I hope our generous offer is much to your liking." Juun broke the silence in the thick slur of his Neimodian accent, "It is - of course - far more than one would usually pay for a stalled corporation, but the name is a matter of honor for our people."

A white lie. The Trade Federation was a name that still garnered respect, yes, but the assets it could lay claim to were of immeasurable value to those who could harness them. The Neidmoidians had not only the strongest claims but also the vastest knowledge on all matters pertaining to the ancient guild of which they had inherited.

It was worth the fraction of the Juun Hive's wealth that was being offered in trade for it. "We are prepared - of course - to make the transfer as soon as all the proper documents are signed." he pushed, he hoped not too hard.

 

[Elizabeth van Laach]

Paris' left eyebrow arched as she heard the name 'The Trade Federation.' Before this meeting she didn't even know that IMF controlled it as a subsidiary, but she was of coursed briefed on the company's position in the stock marketing - dropping like a rock - as the company's former CEO, [member="Natalie LaForte"] had failed to develop it into anything of note. One hand motioned towards the desk as she looked at the man with one final gaze of approval.

It was in their best interests to see the Trade Federation was a mark removed from the company's history; no matter the prestigious background it possessed there was nothing good about a complete failure of an organization. Paris just hoped the new viceroy, [member="Juun Prax"], or whatever he was to name the owner's position to, could come to terms with its former management being eradicated and replaced by a single autocrat in control of everything.

Oh heck, she couldn't care less. What she hoped for was for this meeting to be over so she could save shell companies which actually served a purpose to the conglomerate.

"As agreed." grinning and unarching the eyebrow. "Just for your information, there is no organic management staff remaining in the company. They were all terminated upon our acquisition of the business, however I'm sure you can find others to fulfill their roles. After all, people are replaceable." removing the grin from her face and giving a blank stare.

 

[Darth Vulcanus]

"We are disheartened, but we can manage" Prax answered flatly, "The organic management would have been replaced regardless, the lack thereof is only but a small saving of time - we only concern for the time it will take to train our replacements."

Waving off the concern with a quick gesture, the Neimodian looked at Paris more confidently. The Juun Hive had actually preferred this when they had first considered their offer on the company. By the time the offers had been drawn up, they had already offered management positions to several experienced executives within the Juun hive and others.

The automation of management was nothing but a bonus really, but it was never wise to tell the full truth in business. "We only hope that this may be the first step in continued business relations between our people and yours." Retracting a datapad and stylus from his robe, he slid both gently across the table.

"This device contains exact copies of all our prepared documents. With your signature, we shall begin dispersing funds to your corporate accounts."

[member="Paris"]

 

[Elizabeth van Laach]

"Great." squinting her eyes slightly then looking down to the datapad. Neimodians. Why Natalie's obsession with the planet and their culture dictated corporate policy left Paris baffled, as far as Paris was concerned they were just slightly more crude by nature than baseline humans. Alas, why wait any longer? Her forefinger and thumb moved to take the stylus and she quickly squiggled down on the page what looked vaguely like her own signature.

"And with that I believe our business is concluded?" removing the stylus from the page and tilting her head slightly downwards. "Until we meet again, and perhaps on more serious terms, I hope." chuckling slightly as she turned her head to the exit, knowing just outside lay a few of the other shareholders that had briefed her on the negotiations prior to entering.

[member="Juun Prax"]