Myth Can Become Reality
The Imperial Shuttle ramp descended with a quiet hiss, as Treasurer Myi stepped onto the polished durasteel landing pad.
Behind him, a squadron of Novatroopers followed at a respectful distance, their black and gold armor creating a striking contrast against the Imperial banners that adorned the corridor leading into the lounge area of the Aspre Plunge.
The resort was an impressive steel and transparisteel rising to the height of the cliff before descending into the surf and plunging into an underwater ravine that was 100 meters deep. This location would be ideal for negotiating an agreement with Breshig War Forge and Strill Securities, both overseen by
Shuklaar Kyrdol
.His knowledge of the man was limited to rumors and hearsay, yet as a Mandalorian, Kyrdol's expertise in warfare was unparalleled and would be quite formidable. A single squadron of Novatroopers would pose little challenge to him if the negotiations were to escalate, but the Galactic Empire possessed the resources to render any resistance highly unprofitable.
It was unusual for the Imperial Government to seek help; however, there were occasions when pride had to be set aside for the greater good. The danger posed by the Alliance and the Lightsworn was becoming more evident, and although the Dark Side Elite were formidable, they lacked the tactics necessary to eradicate the Jedi's leadership.
The lounge was nearly empty at this hour, save for a few well-dressed patrons sipping on exotic beverages. Myi chose a secluded booth near a panoramic window overlooking Spira's glittering cityscape.
He sat with his back to the wall, his gloved hands resting on the table, fingers tapping idly against the polished surface.
A protocol droid glided over, its voice smooth and servile. "May I bring you a refreshment, sir?"
He waved a dismissive hand. "Corellian whiskey." as the droid offered a bow and departed to the service counter.
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