Private ANVIL OF CONCORDIA: TRADE WITH [ME]

[Siv Kryze]

ANVIL OF CONCORDIA​

Objective: Trade - Location: Concordia

The air aboard the Anvil of Concordia was a carefully engineered cocktail of sensory inputs, each designed to project an aura of unshakable power and immense profitability. The station, a titan of durasteel and transparisteel forged in the orbital shipyards above Concordia, was the physical manifestation of the Project STARSHIP UPGRADE deal. It was no longer just a refit dock; it was a sovereign trading nexus, and its environment left no doubt about that.

The meeting was set in the Verd'okar Chamber – the "Iron View." Unlike the Neimoidian preference for opulent isolation, this room was a masterclass in psychological leverage. One entire wall was a single, vast viewport, offering a breathtaking, real-time vista of the industrial might below. The refineries were a constellation of controlled infernos, casting an orange glow on the pockmarked surface of Concordia. Tractor beams, like the threads of some colossal mechanical spider, guided raw ore into the maws of processing plants, while finished starship frames, sleek and lethal, were moved into position for outfitting. It was a silent, mesmerizing ballet of production, a constant reminder of what the Trade Federation was buying into.

The chamber itself was a monument to Mandalorian pragmatism and the new, hybrid economy. The central table was a slab of polished beskar-infused obsidian, cold to the touch and etched with subtle, glowing schematics of hyperlanes under Mandalorian protection. The chairs were not plush; they were forged from blackened steel and hard leather, designed for posture and alertness, not relaxation.

Holographic tickers, discreetly embedded along the table's rim, scrolled real-time data: production quotas from the refineries, security reports from patrols along the Hydian Way, and market values of Mandalorian-forged durasteel. The low, resonant hum wasn't just the station's systems; it was the deep thrum of capital being generated, a sound more pleasing to a Neimoidian ear than any symphony.

Most tellingly, positioned at the head of the table where Mand'alor would sit, was a second, smaller holographic emitter. It currently displayed a slowly rotating, crimson sigil – the emblem of the Imperial Confederation. It was a silent, powerful statement: this venture already had a major investor. The Moff's favor, won at the gala, had been converted into tangible stakeholdership. The Empire's credits and political influence were already woven into the station's infrastructure, a fact that would force the Trade Federation to either match the commitment or be left behind in a market now secured by two martial empires, not one

The environment didn't invite negotiation. It presented a finished equation. The terms were not to be haggled over; they were to be accepted for the privilege of participating in the most secure and productive economic engine in the sector.

Tag: Siv Kryze Aether Verd Lodd Grimmin

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[Lodd Grimmin]

Siv Kryze Aether Verd

The Mandalorian Empire represented a power that the Trade Federation had not yet infiltrated, not due to a lack of profitability, quite the opposite, as they controlled some of the most advantageous worlds from both military and economic perspectives.

Rather, it was their leadership that differed significantly from that of the Mandalorian Neo-Crusaders, making it difficult to ascertain their position on various issues such as free hyperspace travel, protection against piracy, and the commonly accepted practice of allowing corporations to operate freely.

He remained optimistic that the meeting aboard the Anvil of Concordia would offer the conglomerate crucial insights into these questions and provide him with extra revenue streams to outpace competing corporations and recover some of the anticipated losses associated with the development of the Empire's superweapon.

The magnitude of such an undertaking was profoundly disconcerting; however, a contract had been signed, and he was determined not to tarnish their reputation by withdrawing due to his personal discomfort. The atmosphere in the Verd'okar Chamber was frigid and clinical, designed to leave an impression on any visitor that despite the change in government, these were still Mandalorian warriors, comparable to numerous professional mercenaries.

His eyes traced the contours of the beskar-infused table then to the Imperial Confederation's symbol, ultimately resting on the two figures positioned before him: Warden Siv Kryze and Mand'alor the Iron Aether Verd , whose influence was steadily increasing as more territories rallied to his cause following each victory. His mechno-chair maneuvered into position at the table, signaling that the game was about to commence.