The Business Of State

[Robogeber]

Pa'Desh, The Unknown Regions
Room 212

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The Grand Admiral looked upon her frail and frigid body with some scorn. "I think," The droid began, addressing the agent with a raised eyebrow, "We can wake our guest back up." He gestured to one of the stormtroopers, clad in shiny black. "Do it." The stormtrooper complied, and a long, and thin syringe was taken up, before it was slid into the jugular of the Grand Admiral's guest. The chemical was deposited and its effect instantaneous. Adrenaline. Pure, unadulterated, Nexu adrenaline was now slid into the businesswoman's bloodstream. Naturally when she would wake, it would be a bit of a shock. She was sat in a chair. Not restrained, but clearly the marks on her wrists marked her as such. Her surroundings were a small room which was darkened. The vague albeit menacing outline of armed guards, at least seven foot tall standing behind a man in the fore, whom sat opposite. He was an older gentleman, lithe, skinny, and his figure chiselled by age. Vague hints of a greying beard struck from his chin. His hair, was neatly combed in military fashion, blonde with specks of grey peppered in.

At the first signs of life were met with a warm cackle on the man's part. "Well, well, well, what have we here?" He offered with a gentle tone, "I do apologise Madam Ratal for the skulduggery on our part." The military man offered. It was clear he was a man of either the armed forces or strict discipline. He was cloaked in a white uniform, with a red, blue and gold insignia plaque situated on his right breast. "However, I can assure you that this is a business call of sorts." The officer added with a smile, "Consider this the military contract to truly jumpstart your business, the contract to really put Alpha Corp on the map." The man continued, before chuckling, "How rude have I been? Without introductions and all that." He shook his head, "I am Grand Admiral Carlyle Rausgeber, of the First Order," A leather gloved hand was extended to meet hers, "Consider it a pleasure to meet you at last."

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[Myra]

To say she was shocked would be an understatement. Her head would jump up, eyes looking around frantically. Eventually they'd settle on the man just as he begins his little speech, her heart beating a thousand miles per hour due to the shock and adrenaline now coursing through her veins. Every instinct she had was telling her she was in imminent danger, and the evidence definitely supported this, especially the darkened troopers hanging in the shadows. She'd struggle for the entirety of his speech and a little after to just get her thoughts under control, before letting out a hesitant "I have to say this certainly an-" she'd pause long enough to glance at one of the troopers before making eye contact with the man again "Interesting.. way of getting my attention."

An admiral, and of the First Order. This really was interesting. Her heart was finally starting to slow down enough for rational thought to once again creep into her brain. She already despised the men around her, helplessness, it was a feeling she had long gotten rid of. "Please.. explain to me how I am to make a contract with a government that has collapsed and who's colonies are in ruin? No offense intended of course." She'd glance once again at the troopers, they seemed rather well equipped. It wasn't any of the military equipment Alpha Corp. produced as most of it really was for small time militias with no real funds. The big buyers hadn't graced her store front for any of that. Upon further reflection it would probably be the S.E.N.S.E. and the potential for military training it could give.

"And.. again, no offense. But even if I did do a deal with you it wouldn't be too particularly good for my public image now would it? You representing the old Empire whom most of the galaxy despises." She'd cautiously move her hands up and fold them in her lap, straighten her back a little, and raise her chin, trying to regain dignity and face. She would not cower before them, even if this was going to be her last business meeting.

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[Robogeber]

The Grand Admiral quirked an eyebrow to her retort. The venom was expected, but the droids holographic facade did not betray any wounds. Instead he continued and decided to elaborate. "The Ssi-Ruuvi incursion has left its scars Miss Ratal." The droid conceded, tone even. "But to say the First Order is vanquished would greatly underestimate the resolve and will of our people." The Grand Admiral continued, "Even now, cells of loyalists still organise across the vast expanse of our domain, and hold dear the ideals of our Empire and its people." Rausgeber warned her, "So while things may seem a little dire, there are a number of forces at work and in play which still allow us to eventually reestablish our dominion."
The Grand Admiral then offered a coy smile, "Surely the fact my men managed to smuggle you from the Core worlds, all the way to the Outer Rim is proof of that?" The officer offered. The smile had turned to wolfish grin in the interim. "Nonetheless, I do understand the political fallout any business arrangements can cause." The host assured her. "Ergo, I propose that our business dealings be performed in secret." He mused, "I can assure you, that many of our intelligence apparatuses old business fronts still operate, and as such, allow for the flow of goods in exchange." The droid then paused, "What I propose, is the exchange of commodities, raw resources of high value, and in exchange you provide me with your trading simulations." he paused, "Ones which will be allowed to be reprogrammed, to ensure that they do suit my purposes and needs."

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[Myra]

"The fact that your organization exists in its ruined state is no great revelation Grand Admiral, it is it's continued existence I worry about. A business deal, which I you still have not convinced me is worth while, is of no use if one party will cease to exist in a few months time." She'd give him an amused smirk before a look of mild concern spreads over her face as she pulls her wrist up to look at the bruising. "How do I know that these cells you speak of won't all divide into a couple dozen war lords vying for control, all seeking to assassinate me for making deals with you? Or that the Confederacy or Outer Rim Coalition won't try to burn what's left of you?" She'd sigh, folding her hands on her lap again. This predicament truly was strange. The First Order would certainly come into conflict with the Core Imperial Federation too, which controlled the planets where most of her business was conducted. She had no contract with them, so who knows, maybe this could lead to the First Order taking Coruscant and increasing business.

"S.E.N.S.E. simulations are expensive to design and maintain. So I assume you have some heavy duty hardware to run them? I can deliver on the actual S.E.N.S.E. headsets and even the simulations which can be designed discretely, but I won't run any of the servers for you no matter how much you pay me. Too easy to get caught and prosecuted for helping potential enemies of the Core Imperial Federation. Which, is a successor state to the First Order isn't it?" She would shift a little in her chair, pointing out the flaws in this man's government probably wasn't the smartest move when she was surrounded by blasters. But if he wanted someone to quiver at his feet and give him his demands he could have kidnapped nearly anyone else. Hopefully she was making an impression. "So, what can you offer me? Credits are wonderful and promises of future benefits are great but I prefer to trade in something a little more tangible. Directly useful."

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[Robogeber]

"And here I was thinking that politics and the personal affairs of clients were beyond the notice of business people." The Grand Admiral drily retorted, his expression deepened to one of quiet yet ever present derision. "I can't speak for all the cells, but those I am in direct contact with, are loyal to this provisional regime." Rausgeber cryptically noted. "I can assure you that my men, the same men who extracted you, made sure to eliminate any potential impediments." He paused, "And in any case, I assure you that word won't travel back to the Core." He allowed a small smile, "And the Core Imperial Federation needn't worry about any potential entanglements. We are far removed, and divorced of them."

Carlyle looked at the woman, and allowed his smile to grow, "In regards to payment, it will not be as tangible as per se, credits," He conceded, "However, I do promise you that the payment, although requiring some work, is nonetheless worth your time." The officer cackled, "I offer raw material. of the highest caliber." He continued, "The sorts of material which, to the Core, and weapons manufacturers, are worth in the trillions." The man's eyes locked with hers. "Pure tibanna, and kyber crystals." His voice dropped off, "Enough of it to ensure your cooperation." he added. "Of course that requires third party sales, but surely you have enough sense not to pass upon such an offer?"

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[Myra]

She listened with what would appear to be mild curiosity spread over her features. Yet at the mention of Kyber Crystals, of all things, her heart would jump and eyes widen a little, then quickly narrow as they look him over suspiciously "And how exactly will you extract these crystals? And from where? And why give away something so valuable?" She would shift, folding one leg over the other and leaning back a little, relaxed. "How much? Ship loads every week? The occasional drop off?" These were all important details which she would need before even considering this. It would be a rookie mistake to agree to a deal where you only end up getting two crystals every other year. But oh the possibilities! The deathstar was powered by Kyber crystals, as were old sith super-weapons, if Alpha Corp. could ever hope to harness that power then they would need a steady supply.

"You certainly do have my interest peaked, Grand Admiral. And I'm tempted to take this deal, but you understand the need for specifics..." she would fade out for a few seconds before adding "There is something else I'll require for this deal. Something you've been quite proud of, at least by how you talk about them. The team that extracted me, I want them. Competent covert operatives loyal to me. I believe that can be arranged?"

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[Robogeber]

"Some things, are best left unsaid Miss Ratal." Rausgeber offered with a wink, "But rest assured, the stores of kyber our government has accumulated, has been left within my domain." He added, "We do have surplus material available to us, and can afford such shipments." He paused and considered her request. "I feel monthly shipments can be afforded." He continued, "I know of a specific shipping firm, which does a monthly run around the Outer Rim, to the Core." His cool grin returned, "I'm sure we can afford to stow some extra cargo aboard."

The Grand Admiral however gave a derisive eyeroll at the request. "That is simply, unable to be available to you." The Grand Admiral plainly drawled. "Even if I were inclined to oblige you, these special forces operatives, are loyal only to myself and the First Order." The smirk returned, "Now, perhaps I could arrange a loaning arrangement. Where we can use our assets to assist, but you must understand, for the scale and type of warfare we are about to engage upon, all personnel are require for my purposes."

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[Myra]

Myra wasn't really surprised by his denial of her request. It was a long shot afterall. "Of course, you will have to excuse me for not thinking ahead." She would slowly stand, hoping none of the troopers blast her to bits as she does. She would then reach her hand out towards the man "Then I suppose we have a deal? Kyber and Tribanna in exchange for the most high tech simulations I can offer. I suppose your people will be contacting my people discretely?"

This was big for her. Not only was this whole ordeal a surprise but a government, even if it was in exile, was drawing contracts with her. When the First Order finally came to power again she could hopefully keep these deals coming. She may even join them, after all, their ideals weren't too far off from her own. And the influx of raw materials directly rather then having to go through a third party would make her companies products cheaper and thus more people would buy. Today truly was eventful.

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[Robogeber]

The troopers in the background raised their rifles, but the Grand Admiral raised a clenched fist. The troopers relented and the Grand Admiral continued, "Then our terms are agreed and our business is concluded." The droid mused, with a smirk passing across his lips. "Miss Ratal, consider it a pleasure." He returned the gesture, and shook her hand. "I can assure you, we will be in contact." The officer assured her, "Although whether or not this is personally, or by the fine ladies behind you will be dependent on how successful your simulations are." The droid menacingly drawled, before nodding.

A cold glove clasped to her neck, before a needle stabbed in, right where it had gone in before. "Consider it a pleasure to be in business Miss Ratal," The droid added with a smirk, "I anticipate your first shipment within the fortnight." The sedative would take its course in but moments, darkness, all consuming.

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