A P E X
"Legacy" is the addiction of old men.
As a life rapidly approaches its close, a shift in priority often occurs. The everyday becomes trivial, while the thought of the future becomes paramount. For those staring the end square in the eye, it becomes vital to leave some mark upon the waking world — some indication of "I lived. I mattered."
In the case of Ned Rostu, the addiction has manifested itself through business. Long ago, he had spent his youth serving within the Galactic Republic. He fought as a daring commando, championing the cause of democracy across the stars. Yet, fate would cut his tenure short: for the fires of war took their toll. Broken by battle, Ned found himself thrust into a world of politics...of corruption. Most men, no matter how valiant, have a glaring weakness: and for the former Commando that was the almighty credit.
As time moved ever forward, he found a way to satisfy this metaphorical thirst. He carved out for himself a neat place within Arakyd Industries, and there served quite comfortably. But time waited for no man, and Ned found himself wondering what mark would he leave when it was all over. His family were...distant or deceased. He had no spouse, nor children — no one to remember nor care that he had lived. All he had was Arakyd; but perhaps that would be enough. Perhaps, if he championed the corporation's latest cause, he could leave a tangible mark upon the budding Mandalorian Empire.
And so did the subordinate of the Mand'alor's own corporation descend upon the frosted world Mygeeto, charged with a rather vital task. He was to, in the wake of conquest, facilitate an agreement between the InterGalactic Banking Clan and the Empire. As both Muunilist and Mygeeto now resides within the latter's borders, the time was right for a sit down between the two entities. Thus was the sharply-dressed Korun escorted into the IGBC's Jyget branch and led to the appointed conference room.
Tap. Tap. Tap.
Borne forward by his cane, the seasoned man greeted his host first with a smile, and then a nod of his head.
"Greetings. I am Ned Rostu, here to represent the Mandalorian Empire." he began, formal as always.
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[member="Lan Porgata"]
As a life rapidly approaches its close, a shift in priority often occurs. The everyday becomes trivial, while the thought of the future becomes paramount. For those staring the end square in the eye, it becomes vital to leave some mark upon the waking world — some indication of "I lived. I mattered."
In the case of Ned Rostu, the addiction has manifested itself through business. Long ago, he had spent his youth serving within the Galactic Republic. He fought as a daring commando, championing the cause of democracy across the stars. Yet, fate would cut his tenure short: for the fires of war took their toll. Broken by battle, Ned found himself thrust into a world of politics...of corruption. Most men, no matter how valiant, have a glaring weakness: and for the former Commando that was the almighty credit.
As time moved ever forward, he found a way to satisfy this metaphorical thirst. He carved out for himself a neat place within Arakyd Industries, and there served quite comfortably. But time waited for no man, and Ned found himself wondering what mark would he leave when it was all over. His family were...distant or deceased. He had no spouse, nor children — no one to remember nor care that he had lived. All he had was Arakyd; but perhaps that would be enough. Perhaps, if he championed the corporation's latest cause, he could leave a tangible mark upon the budding Mandalorian Empire.
And so did the subordinate of the Mand'alor's own corporation descend upon the frosted world Mygeeto, charged with a rather vital task. He was to, in the wake of conquest, facilitate an agreement between the InterGalactic Banking Clan and the Empire. As both Muunilist and Mygeeto now resides within the latter's borders, the time was right for a sit down between the two entities. Thus was the sharply-dressed Korun escorted into the IGBC's Jyget branch and led to the appointed conference room.
Tap. Tap. Tap.
Borne forward by his cane, the seasoned man greeted his host first with a smile, and then a nod of his head.
"Greetings. I am Ned Rostu, here to represent the Mandalorian Empire." he began, formal as always.
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[member="Lan Porgata"]
