Private Bringing the metal men to Corvus

[Amalia Visconti | Mira Rhory]

Location: Corvus Planetary System - Industrial complex
Tag: Lord Mettallum​

Amalia sat down at her desk within the offices on Corvus, wondering how everything had managed to go so wrong so fast. one moment, the TIC was standing strong against overwehlming odds, the other moment, the majority of the faction broke off, defected or simply vanished. Annoyed by this sudden collapse and devolution of the confederation, she had to watch and observe the evolution of the region more carefully. The evident and quite equally mistimed collapse and reorganization of the Diarchy also created severe ripples through the N&Z's own trade networks, further exasperating the problems Amalia had to face. With the Imperial Confederation and the Diarchy contracting, reshaping themselves and the internal issues which came from it, Amalia thought it best to reach out for a private conversation with someone who had been a reasonable strength within the Diarchy and perhaps had the highest potential when being backed by a corporation like the N&Z.

It was a thought to Amalia that to consolidate the N&Z's assets in the region and prevent any of the backlash from dissolving the region's overall peace, she needed to gain strong allies willing to get a leg up in a possible shift in the minor powers of the galaxy. Her eyes quickly fell on the files displayed on the screen in front of her, showing the information the N&Z had on a particular individual who in their presence within the Diarchy had become a pillar of strength and a dangerous piece within the controlled region. Yet rather than inviting the tyrant droid to Bescane, Corvus seemed more appropriate and more out of the way of the Mandalorian Empire, who apparently still had several warrants out for the droid lord.

"Maxwell, could you send a missive to Lord Mettallum," Amalia pressed a button on her desk, contacting one of the assistants outside of her office. "Make sure he knows it is an informal, but still appropriate invite to Corvus. I need him to be aware that this isn't a friendly call but an invitation for possible cooperation."

An positive response could be heard through the intercom, after which Amalia disconnected the line, continuing to scroll through the files she had on Lord Mettallum just to make certain she knew what she was starting.

 

[Lord Mettallum]

Lord Mettallum had been busy organizing an exodus from what was once Diarchy space. Preparations had to be rushed as it seemed the Lilaste Order had already dismantled or abandoned most of the Curtain that was meant to protect those within Diarchy space. This was not the first time Lord Mettallum had been in this situation but unlike when the Metal Lords left the galaxy he would not simply bide his time hiding within his factories.

Lord Mettallum's secretary interrupted his thoughts "My Lord a missive from the Nargath & Zanareth Umbrella Corporation has come through, it seems they wish to talk about possible cooperation."

Lord Mettallum had heard the Imperial confederation had imploded around the same time as the Diarchy and N&Z had invested heavily in both factions. Without the support from the Lilaste Order, N&Z was the only real company Lord Mettallum could trust as long as he ensured their interests were mutual.

It wasn't long until Lord Mettallum had made it to Corvus landing his ship which coincidentally was created by N&Z onto the assigned landing pad. Normally Lord Mettallum would have some of his guards with him but the preparations for the exodus for Mechis III required them to be busy assisting the rest of the droids and refugees instead of wasting time guarding Lord Mettallum in what hopefully should be a peaceful talk.

Walking up to the front desk of the building Lord Mettallum spoke in an inpatient tone "I Lord Mettallum am here to see a Miss Visconti." Hopefully this was going to be productive and the CEO of N&Z wasn't going to waste Lord Mettallum's time.

Amalia Visconti | Mira Rhory

 

[Amalia Visconti | Mira Rhory]

Perhaps to Lord Mettallum 's surprise, the Receptionist of the officebuilding didn't seem to make any movement besides a simple call to confirm the statement made by the visitor. As soon as the line connected, the cold and stoic voice of Amalia could be heard on the line. "Send our guest to the atrium, I believe our honored guest might feel more comfortable if they can actually stretch their legs."

A soft quip, or simply a proper understanding towards the Droid's massive frame, it would be his guess, but when the line disconnected again, a member of the N&Z Internal Security force arrived at the desk, greeting Mettallum with a quick and respectful nod. "Sir, I am here to bring you to the atrium, if you would be so kind to follow me."

A short walk it was, perhaps a few hundred meters just to reach the guard post, where there would be a vehicle waiting, a simple heavy duty speeder meant to haul cargo, but in this case with a central bench, allowing the security member and Mettallum to surprisingly seat comfortably. As this speeder was meant to be used to transport laborers accross the industrial complex, it was capable of supporting the massive droid's frame... something it wouldn't have been able to do if it weren't a heavy duty, industrial model.

"It will take us around five to ten minutes to reach the Atrium, sir," the guard calmly posited, pointing at the massive industrial buildings sprawling behind the few large spires which acted as the officebuildings. The N&Z had truly left its mark on corvus, with quarries and mines as far as the eye could see, a concentration of furnaces and production facilities located at the heart of every concentric circle of quarries, with several transport hubs and rail stations connecting everything like a massive web of industrial might. If their massive shipyards at bescane were imposing, the Corvus industry was perhaps just as impressive in terms of scale and productivity. "There we are, lady Visconti chose that building for your meeting, sir. I believe her exact words were 'our guest doesn't care for decorum, he cares for proof and production.'... I do hope she was correct with that."

The building the man had been pointing at, seemed to be a massive cathedral of transparisteel and duralium, a shimmering oasis in the duracrete and durasteel jungle of corvus' industrial heartland. The building looked like a mixture between a tradehub and a greenhouse...yet even as they approached, it was clearly some sort of production facility, a place where metal sparked and electricity flowed continuously.

As the speeder arrived, the security guard jumped off, properly motioning Mettallum to follow him, and upon their approach, two massive doors would slowly, yet silently open up, revealing the surprise. The Atrium was in fact the final stop for the local Droid production line, where Arbalesk and Cogliostro models would be given their final updates and individual painjobs to illustrate their batch and production codes and signage. They'd be properly inspected, put into the proper detachments before they'd be brought from the Atrium to the transport hubs for final processing and shipment. At the center of all this, a large durasteel table stood firm, with a massive durasteel seat empty and awaiting the arrival of Mettallum on one end, and a smaller seat revealing Amalia Visconti herself on the other end.

"Lady Visconti, Lord Mettallum has arrived," The security guard announced, nodding towards both the CEO of the N&Z, followed by a calm, respectful nod towards the visitor before stepping back.

"Lord Mettallum, how good to finally meet you in the metal," No smile, no hint of it either, if it weren't for the fact that all possible sensors would pick up on her life-signal, one could ascertain Amalia to be just as cold as a droid in terms of her presence. "Before we start this meeting, I'd actually like to hear how you are doing... from what I have heard, you are in a bit of a bind, are you not?"

 

[Lord Mettallum]

It was a rare pleasure for Lord Mettallum that someone considered his large stature when inviting him over. Most of the time Lord Mettallum would be given something hastily made or bring his own form of transport but in truth this should not have surprised him as NZ had made him a starfighter before and already knew his size specifications. As for the claim of Lord Mettallum not caring for Decorum that was somewhat misguided, Lord Mettallum did indeed have some care for said things but his tastes were a mix between industrialism coated with gold and silver which this at least filled half way.

The Atrium was more his style and Lord Mettallum would need to find out who the architect for it was so that he could hire them to design the Rite Of Creation building that he was planning to build on Mechis III. Lord Mettallum took a seat on the perfectly sized chair that he was sure if he had the capability of feeling it would most likely be quite comfortable. "Lady Visconti the pleasure is all mine." Her cold stare unnerved Lord Mettallum a little bit which was already quite the feat as he had met probe droids with more life in their photoreceptors than her.

"Word travels fast it seems, yes I Lord Mettallum have found myself in a slight logistical issue after the Usurper and his Ilk abandoned most of diarchy space even though they took control of most of its military assets." Lord Mettallum couldn't be too mad at them considering he was also doing the same thing. "I Lord Mettallum did not expect his sudden actions to cause an influx of organic refugees to seek my assistance." organizing droids for large scale space travel was second nature to Lord Mettallum but refugees that require sustenance beyond basic maintenance and power supply was something beyond his scope of expertise. "But let us skip any pleasantries. From your own request you did not call me to simply have a friendly chat so what is that you seek from the Prophet Of The Maker."

Amalia Visconti | Mira Rhory