The Empire paid her well; the benefits were great, but Darth Filiae's ambitions transcended what they were willing to fund. So the Chiss inquisitor found herself applying for a loan from the Muuns.
"
My Lord." The Muun moneylender started, the Chiss's lips parted to interject, but she did not. She was no Lord, but they did not need that fuel. "
The board has decided to refuse your application." The long-faced creature pushed the datapad back over to the blue cyborg.
"
What?!" Filiae spoke in disbelief as her iron-clad proposition returned to her desk. "
For what reason?"
The Ysalmir jerked its head in Filiae's direction and croaked. She would have choked it with her bare hands if she could, but its nutrition frame was behind a protective barrier that would take her a few too many seconds to disable, and alert the guards.
"
The Inter-Galactic Banking Clan simply does not believe this project is viable to project profits in the long term."
"
You what?" She slammed her metal hand down on the desk in front of her. "
I clearly outlined the potential for an boost in the Empire's economy as a result and a priority. Did you even read my proposition?" He made an inhalation- "
Don't you even dare suggest this is not beneficial to the Banking Clans. Imperial economy is your economy."
"
Lord Filiae, it is not the Empire we doubt, it is your proposition. I am certain you can find investors in the Empire."
"What element of my proposition does not resonate with you?"
"
My Lord Filiae, I do-" "
Say 'my Lord' one more time!"
*'*'*'*'*
Meanwhile, outside the office.
Lieutenant Sucz Barlan and two other
Satwasin operatives had been ordered by their Lord to escort Darth Filiae to her meeting with the Banking Clans. It Barlan from Mirial, a Noghri named Mahawr, and red-skinned Xarthiee from Ziost. While Mahawr and Xarthiee flanked the doors of the meeting, Barlan sat in one of the chairs of the waiting room, flipping through galactic news on her datapad.
Trash, trash, Jedi propaganda, trash - A quiver went through the room as a deep boom sounded not far away. Barlan threw herself up in her seat and put a hand on her blaster. Eyes stared out of the window, and she saw smoke rising from the regional intelligence office. Mahawrk and Xarthiee stepped away from the door to look, both faces laced with questions. Sucz jaw set hard in her face as her mind went to Mirial, to the Silver Jedi's lawless attack on her home. That day, she had cried and asked why - Now she felt only anger
The negotiating chamber opened and a furious Darth Filiae stepped out, cursing under her breath in a language none of them understood. She halted and looked at the three of them, seemingly about to reprimand them, but then understanding set into her mind as she sensed their emotions. Nethil dropped the dead ysalamir in her hand and rushed over to Barlan, putting a steel hand on her shoulder as she looked out at the pillar of rising smoke
"
We need to contact the Saaraishash." the Mirialan spoke "
Get on it, lieutenant. For Mirial."
