Hypori.
A planet, that in times long past, he was master of. This was his forge, his foundry, his dominion. When he waged war, he made use of the resources of this very planet to do so. It wasx his right. His domain. But that was all log ago. Now it was in ruins, a planet long lost, a planet that he did not own. Very few people. Broken down factories.
But what could he do? He did not fight war. He was not a master, a leader of anything, not anymore. He had the venture capital to do what he wished, however, and as the black beauty of his ship waited patiently in the ether over the planet, Tethis Aresis was faced with a choice. This world was broken. He could take it. Shape it. Make it his, by investing everything he had into it, by making this world a functional factory. A place of production and industry. A place that he knew could be a wonderful paradise world of his own creation, with the credits he could invest.
The dark shadow of the Reaver hung over the planet, and a large amount of money was transferred into another account. Business all over the Galaxy would notice - a new corporation, SunTech Forge Works, starting on Hypori. Crews, resources, droids, all of it requested and purchased for the re-construction of droid foundries. It was a beacon.
Or would be. For those who wished to become great. For those who wished to master money. Mercantile madness. Industrial inspiration, revolution.
Something was about to happen. Something big. Who would come? Who would help build, invest? Who would form the fledgling parts of a trade guild that spanned the stars?
A planet, that in times long past, he was master of. This was his forge, his foundry, his dominion. When he waged war, he made use of the resources of this very planet to do so. It wasx his right. His domain. But that was all log ago. Now it was in ruins, a planet long lost, a planet that he did not own. Very few people. Broken down factories.
But what could he do? He did not fight war. He was not a master, a leader of anything, not anymore. He had the venture capital to do what he wished, however, and as the black beauty of his ship waited patiently in the ether over the planet, Tethis Aresis was faced with a choice. This world was broken. He could take it. Shape it. Make it his, by investing everything he had into it, by making this world a functional factory. A place of production and industry. A place that he knew could be a wonderful paradise world of his own creation, with the credits he could invest.
The dark shadow of the Reaver hung over the planet, and a large amount of money was transferred into another account. Business all over the Galaxy would notice - a new corporation, SunTech Forge Works, starting on Hypori. Crews, resources, droids, all of it requested and purchased for the re-construction of droid foundries. It was a beacon.
Or would be. For those who wished to become great. For those who wished to master money. Mercantile madness. Industrial inspiration, revolution.
Something was about to happen. Something big. Who would come? Who would help build, invest? Who would form the fledgling parts of a trade guild that spanned the stars?