Corey's OOC
And where were the spiders

That was why this meeting was called, aboard the The Tambor, the Banshee-class Carrier that was assigned as the mobile headquarters and meeting grounds for the Techno Union, and any companies that wanted to deal with the Techno Union straight on, as opposed to one of her subsidiary partners. This was the one place in the galaxy that Marek knew was safe. He had his own personal team, not to mention his tech savant aid ensure that this area was free of prying technological eyes. And as a Templar, he was feeling safe in the assumption that he would know when he was being lied to.
Standing in the room and looking to the assembled, he nodded. “I’d like to welcome you all aboard The Tambor. As you’re aware, all gathered were called because we are under pressure from the Confederate military to provide them with something new. Something that this galaxy hasn’t seen before. What we are looking for here, is a brain storming session. We have some of the best galactic minds and technological backings in the same room. Let’s use this.”
They were going to be doing something that the galaxy had never seen before. That was what needed to happen. There were several images of concepts from individual companies on the table. In front of each of the CEOs was a datapad, complete with a list of the products created, for the CIS and public sectors by the companies. Everything they needed to get the ball rolling.
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