Private Do It Again | Vemric Keldra

[Gat Tambor]

NEW LESU, SCARIF
CONFEDERACY OF INDEPENDENT SYSTEMS
902 ABY​

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T A M B O R
VICEROY
THE TRADE FEDERATION
Vemric Keldra

DO IT AGAIN​

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Barring the various industrial, commerce and business needs of his magnate, there were few reasons as to which Tambor ever excursed from Harnaidan. Even within the confines of the Trade Federation, he was hardly known as a micro-manager outside of his own passion projects or fixations on projects that demanded his personal oversight. Otherwise, he entrusted his subordinates to handle much of the day-to-day. This was however, a different sort of beast to handle. Politics. Ohhhh lovely, politics. It had been decades since Tambor had truly delved into the realm of Galactic politics, last truly seen running in the historically nail-biting election of the Galactic Alliance where he ran against then incumbent Adhira Chandra in 865 ABY. Since, he'd kept to the Trade Federation's matters largely sectioned in the Braxant Run.

However, times change, the weaving lines of Galactic boundaries swaying, snapping and collapsing from the even then volatile status quo that Tambor had ascended his corporate conglomerate from. He needed to adapt if the Trade Federation was going to remain a profitable and influential entity without the Empire to produce loans, military and infrastructural material to. But in this Galaxy, there was always a buyer in the prospect of all those listed. A message arrived on his holo-terminal on Muunilinst from one 'Vemric Keldra'. A name to which Tambor was...he'd never heard of this person in his life. But to how reclusive in nature he'd been the past few decades, that didn't mean or imply much of anything.

What intrigued him most, was that the man claimed to be the head of state...to the Confederacy of Independent Systems. A government which he'd swore had just died and given up decades ago. A mockery of the great dream that they were. Student of history that Tambor was, he was a fervent believer that the CIS of old was the greatest chance the Galaxy had at an ideal form of government and ruling entity. Worlds broken free from the gilded chains of Republican ideology whilst megacorporations were nucleus to its power and governance.

But alas, the last attempt which had at least...carried it in name was sold to the power of force users. Such a common tragedy. Above the serene blue of Scarif, Tambor emerged aboard his Lucrehulk-class Battlecruiser carrying his namesake and from it his Inviato-class star caravel emerged from the open maw of one of its hangar bays with a meager escort of four Starvipers (no sub yet.) to guide it unto Scarif. Hardly a show of force and more so rudimentary procedure. With a pin dropped on the meeting sight, the party entered the atmosphere with practiced grace, the Inviato easing toward its landing pad, slowly turning the position the ramp toward the villa and bridge connecting the pad to the structure in the high cliff rocks overlooking the serene, clear blue seas of Scarif.

Its ramp dropped with a pair of Trade Federation Defense Force commandos in their modified Hell-pattern armor emerging in front of Tambor whose atmosuit smoothly guided him to the ground, the pair stepping off to the side, staying with the vessel as the Skakoan made way to the welcoming party, a protocol droid in tow, likely to take notes and receive any relevant data.

<"AWEEEEEEEEERERRHHHHHH- Mister Keldra. A pleasure."> Tambor said, linking his fingertips together with spread hands over his abdomen. <"It has been a long, long while since I tread into the Galactic-South. Not since I was Viceroy of Christophsis in the mockery that was once also referred to as the Confederacy. Never the less...it seems you seek to align the interests of our two organizations.">

 

[Vemric Keldra]

KELDRA
NEW LESU | SCARIF
TAG: Gat Tambor

LACRIMOSA​

How he wished he could send Xazzex Xivar to this meeting.

He had never been one for pomp and circumstance - a matter he had made clear to Sentapoth Findos not too long ago at exactly such an event. Now, seeing as the Trade Federation had very recently changed ownership with Rulonom Laborr stepping down, he had to bow to the platitudes of politics once more. Apparently it needed the Head of State's presence, not the VP's.

As if there wasn't enough to deal with, what with the Sith closing their trade borders.

Vemric had his aide organise the meeting to take place on Scarif, mostly to get away from the constant snow for a change. Rothana had its benefits but the climate wasn't one of them. Hester Shedo had done a brilliant in rebuilding the planet after the plague that had brought it to its knees no more than a decade ago. It had regained the opulence it had held once.

The Sephi waited within the Dome of the administrative building that had been prepared prior to their arrival. He didn't bother with welcome parties - that was the job of one of his aides and the protocol droids. Instead he was standing at the large picture window, looking out over the sun-kissed city and the bays that dot it.

It wasn't long before the tell-tale noises of Skakoan movements broke the silence at the party's approach. As Tambor still adjusted his vocabulator, Vermic's tall, regal frame turned to face the magnate.

His brow did raise at the Skakoan's words, however. He had lived far too long to bother with masks.
"While you were representing the planet, Mister Tambor, I was still a lowly Admiral tasked with the protection of that very sector during that mockery's tenure." his bored baritone intoned. "Yet we both have risen to new heights since then." He motioned toward one of the plush seats arranged for them, inviting the magnate to sit. "However," His usually bored tone took on a new, more cool note. "You seem to be remiss. The Confederacy already held contract with the Trade Federation. We merely wish to extend it, seeing as you are now in leadership and no longer Laborr." he corrected the Skakoan.

He folded into a chair himself, crossing a leg over the other while he regarded the man in front of him, his face still carved from marble and not belying any emotion.

"Now, the question is - is there something new you can bring to the table? We have seen good economic prosperity from both the Trade Federation as well as Hex Incorporated up until now. We have paid handsomely for the continuous supply of military craft, weapons and other components from your organisation. Will we continue in this partnership as well as explore new innovations?"

It would most definitely be beneficial for them to continue, but there was no shortage of other mega-corporations if he refused. ​

 

[Gat Tambor]

NEW LESU, SCARIF
CONFEDERACY OF INDEPENDENT SYSTEMS
902 ABY​

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T A M B O R
VICEROY
THE TRADE FEDERATION
Vemric Keldra

DO IT AGAIN​

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Oh f*ck that's embarrassing. He wasn't even that aware that the Trade Federation was funneling goods to this iteration of the CIS. He waved a dismissive hand to himself. As if to excuse his ignorance with just only recently reclaiming his seat as Viceroy. Perhaps the microdosing of 'Mind Spiral' he was inhaling through his atmo-suit wasn't doing him any good either.

Never the less- business.

<"Well- of course."> Tambor said matter-of-fact like.

<"The production of top of the line technology is not something that will slow or cease with the Federation back under my command once more. It was the Trade Federation's technology that fought the past two major wars after all...for better or worse."> He said before he looked to the seat behind him. It was not the carefully molded chair that he had in his office suite in Harnaidan that contoured perfectly to the awkward profile of his atmo-suit. Never the less, he sat down, rolling his shoulders as he sought the most comfortable means to sit in it despite the awkward bulk of his suit.

<"Though...I was not a member of the former-CIS's government out of any civic duty or...prior connection to Christophsis."> He elaborated, a hand constantly working the dial of his suit's vocoder as if meticulously keeping it from wailing out of pitch as it tended to.

<"I am student of history, as I'm sure you are...the Confederacy of Independent Systems is a government that has always...fascinated me in that it is undoubtedly the greatest achievement in Galactic politics...at least, it was. In its first iteration, the same to which my ancestors and corporate predecessors propped up and supported vehemently until its final days. The Trade Federation and the Techno Union both played integral roles in waging war with the corrupt Republic..."> He iterated, his usually wide, nigh bulging Skakoan eyes narrowing beneath the thick lenses of his goggles.

<"And I believe...what was the past, mirrors the present. I can see you have done well in establishing government here...but the Trade Federation is more than the 'lords of war' that we might be portrayed as."> He motioned his protocol droid over, the automaton producing a holoprojector which Tambor set on the table between them. In its projection, the ruins of Harnaidan following the Sith Empire's liquidation of the planet in nuclear fire prior to their loss to the New Imperial Order. Then, snapping to an image of it rebuilt with Trade Federation infrastructure. The next cutting to the shambling, ruined structure of the Entralla Shipyards before shifting to the vast ring around the planet in the midst of the construction of several Star Destroyers. Similar images are shown of planets across the Braxant Run.

<"The Third Imperial Civil War left the Braxant Run devestated from the Sith Empire's policies and 'liquidation' of areas they anticipated would be lost of the New Imperial Order...it was the Trade Federation which rebuilt them. Without our presence in the once Empire, it would be that of rust and ruin. It was my organization that was the engine of prosperity and industry. No Third Imperial Civil War...no Hyperspace War...and no Empire without the Trade Federation."> He iterated before the holoprojector cut off.

<"If you seek to stake your claim in the Galaxy. The bellicose among your lot will learn quickly that conquering is far easier than ruling. That is what the Trade Federation enters the equation. To establish a lasting civic and economic infrastructure as well as industrial capacity that can guarantee the survival of the CIS as well as its prosperity. If you truly are serious in establishing a well and true Confederacy of Independent Systems that stands for the sovereignty of its worlds, economic freedoms and collective security...the Trade Federation would be intrigued in playing a rather close role in its development...though, it hardly comes without costs of its own."> Tambor explained.

 

[Vemric Keldra]

KELDRA
NEW LESU | SCARIF
TAG: Gat Tambor

POCO ANDANTE​

Vemric steepled his fingers as he listened to the Skakoan.

His own mind was calculating what the magnate was saying as he spoke, his suit blissfully behaving. The Sephi had no idea how he would have reacted if it had done otherwise - the wailing was quite abhorring at the best of days. Thankfully Xazzex Xivar had to deal with Laborr most of the time or Vemric would have thrown the Skakoan out the window.

But Tambor's words stirred a silent wish within him.

Authoritarianism made many things easier to accomplish. And with a seasoned megacorporation in that department, the Trade Federation can only be an improved boon.

Perhaps...

But it had to be approached carefully.

He regarded the suited-up individual in silence for a moment after he concluded his history lesson that Vemric really didn't need - he'd lived long enough to know it all. Finally he lifted his head, leaning back as his hands remained steepled.
"Tell me, Viceroy - to what ends would you go to in order to ensure that prosperity and stability?" his bored baritone asked. "Allow me to elaborate - certain corporations shy away from the harder choices that are often needed in order to achieve that goal. Is the Trade Federation one of them or would some extra credits suffice in order for the Confederacy to achieve that goal? I ask as your own illustrious career in service of the Empire tells me you do not fear risks if they promise profit. Am I correct?"

His piercing gaze continued to regard the goggled Skakoan. Vemric may be regarded as too aloof to notice what is going on with the plebs around him, yet it can't be further from the truth.

He had studied many species' body language over the many years. There was little that escaped him. The narrowing of the eyes when speaking about the historic Republic was already telling enough.

Yet what was the saying - trust but verify?​

 

[Gat Tambor]

NEW LESU, SCARIF
CONFEDERACY OF INDEPENDENT SYSTEMS
902 ABY​

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T A M B O R
VICEROY
THE TRADE FEDERATION
Vemric Keldra

DIRTY WORK​

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He was silent for a moment, his beady eyes beneath the pressure goggles of his atmo suit blinking a few times before he nodded in some understanding. He thumbed the control panel on his suit, surging another dose of Mind Spiral through his veins as the he sensed the conversation took on a different tone.

<"AWWWWEEEEE- Well...Mister Keldra...no risk guarantees profit I'm afraid. That is...that is the definition of the word risk."> He explained, but seemed to wave a hand dismissively.

<"Look. If you are a veiled Sith Lord and this is some round-about way of getting me to fall victim to your schemes I'm well and truly...not interested."> He dealt with that before. The two other Chairmen of the IGBC were in fact just that. He seemed to be a bit annoyed by the man's sudden and nigh dramatic change in topic, the theatrics of his manner of speaking doing little to entertain Tambor.

<"But- for the good nature of our conversation...let's assume otherwise. The means of the Trade Federation is just that- to facilitate trade and prosperity throughout the Galaxy. To nourish and unchain the greatest minds of the Galaxy with the ambition of building a better, more prosperous future. So what is it that you are proposing? Because you seem to diverge in assuming I am a man of any principles or a man purely profit driven...when in truth...I am neither and all the same...I am both."> He explained before he adjusted himself in his seat. Tambor was a man of challenging intellect, even if he often portrayed a rather flat, yet gregarious exterior to his partners in business.

<"Regardless...I am not so easily swayed by promises of 'some extra credits' as you put it, as if its a back alley Spice Deal. No. I deal in the business of forging and breaking governments. Empires. Economies. Regardless...no...I do not fear risks...but I do not embark unto any venture without calculating all the assessable variables present that might sway the outcome...so do tell me, Mister Keldra, with no political fanfare, sugar coating or backslapping...what is your ultimate aim? In regards to...the Confederacy...the Galaxy."> He asked.