"Purge Everything....Leave Nothing Behind" - Partial Transmissions from Imperial Treasurer
Aggadeen Myi
The Germon-Sacks Financial Center has long stood as the unwavering heart of renewed Imperial Commerce after the fall of the Galactic Alliance in the Core. But beneath the banners of the Galactic Empire and the heavy presence of its garrison, a rumored flight of capital has recently unfolded. Under the direct, clandestine seal of the Imperial Treasurer, the order was given for the systematic purging of the Imperial Accounts.
The command struck the upper levels of the central tower with the force of a seismic event, as Imperial Officials, who had dedicated their careers to cataloging and documenting the swift growth of the Empire's economic frontiers and the Imperial Trust System, found themselves abruptly turned into frantic participants in one of the most significant state siphoning operations since the collapse of the Sith Empire.
In the data vaults, senior clerks hurried to circumvent their own security measures. Numerous high-density data chips were forcibly removed from their cooling racks, with the red warning lights of the servers glimmering on the sweat-drenched foreheads of the officials.
There was no opportunity for logging or cross-referencing. The "purge" represented a digital scorched-earth strategy; as the data was moved to physical chips, the source drives were erased using military-grade electromagnetic pulses.
Below, in the Grand Exchange Hall, the holographic market displays continued to flicker with the lie of stability. But upstairs, the Restoration had begun. Officials used gravity-sleds to ferry heavy, lead-lined cargo containers through the corridors, the wheels screeching against the pristine floors.
One may question how such an extensive logistical endeavor transporting actual crates containing the Empire's financial essence could transpire without detection in a facility safeguarded by a Novatrooper Garrison. The stormtroopers assigned to the private landing zones and service lifts were not simply instructed to refrain from action; they were compensated.
Although their white plastoid armor conveyed an impression of unwavering loyalty, their personal accounts were concurrently flourishing with credits siphoned from the very documents being pilfered.
For numerous soldiers, the cost of turning a blind eye exceeded what a lifetime of Imperial allegiance could ever offer. They remained motionless, rifles poised, gazing vacantly into the horizon as containers emblazoned with the Imperial Treasurer's insignia were transferred onto unmarked cargo ships.
As the freighters slipped into the orbital traffic lanes of Coruscant, the stolen wealth of an Empire began its journey to the Chiloon Rift. The recipient of this operation was none other than Niirota , the Chairman of Galactic Syndicated.
