Public Economic Crisis In The South (PM to Join)

[Veles Oshu]

Naboo
Locke & Key Headquarters
874ABY

The planet was in chaos - or relatively so given the circumstances. Traffic both in and out the place was immense, military checkpoints nearly every other block - it took Dorian five times as long in docking procedures than usual and he used bribes. What it spelled out was simple - that despite Naboos relative safety in these trying times, without the Confederacy to maintain them their way of life was going to soon falter.​

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Much was the case for the entire Confederacy territory, planets reliant on the standardization and government regulation suddenly exposed to the freedom and pain of the Galactic markets. The overall galaxy, of course, was beginning to feel that Shockwave effect as bacta and product shortages became all the more evident - especially in a time where the Tingel Arm was also in desperate need of recovery, leave alone the Scar Lands.​

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Suffice to say, it wasn't a good day to need something. Markets were in freefall on every measure they had, and the newest reason for its fall was the Confederacy. Dorian, for his sake, had seen this - worked in hopes of bringing more stable markets like the Galactic Alliance in to help cushion the damage; but the effort still waited to bear fruit. The SILK bill was halfway to being shelved afterall - so instead he'd make do on his own.​

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Or rather, with a few busines partners familiar with the region. Chief among them was the Megacorp CEO and Founder of Locke & Key - a Galactic giant in the world of corporations for owning the largest enterprise the galaxy had ever known, and a long time business partner and friend of Dorian. Others were invited - those who had the capacity and willingness to assist, and others still were kept out. This was afterall, a place to make money - and it'd need a healthy cooperation between a few select giants to get it where it needed to be.​

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As the speeder landed near the entrance, Dorian took a step out in an immaculate suit. Black and fitted to perfection, a red tie over red shirt; he was a display of formal power. He tipped the driver and smiled at the man he meant to meet.​

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"John.", he said with a wide grin and a happy tone.​

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"It's good to see you. I wish it were under better circumstances.", he said as he let his hand out to shake John's.​

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John Locke // Saro Nakaioma​

 

[Saro Nakaioma]

Naboo
Locke & Key Headquarters
847ABY

The galaxy was an unforgiving place. Naboo Regional Headquarters was in shambles following the collapse of the Confederacy, the demand for terraforming and colonial equipment in the Scar Worlds was outpacing even Nakaioma's supply, the New Imperial Order had taken a hard-line against foreign corporations and the Alliance was looking to define a difference between the corporate entities that were 'loyal' to its cause and those that were not, despite the momentary optimism provided by the SILK bill, which itself was in peril. Although the multitude of conflicts, large and small that had spawned from the amalgamation of this galactic clusterfeth had provided sustainable profits, they could not bandage the loss that would stem from the conglomerate losing its most valuable strategy-- pan-national diversification.

Those were but few of the many concerns that persistently plagued Saro Nakaioma's thought process, even now as he observed the rapidly approaching entrance to the headquarters of one of the galaxy's most prestigious brands from the tinted viewport of his sleek black transport shuttle. In the months prior to the sudden, catastrophic failing of the Confederacy, a subsidiary of his family's conglomerate had been in the process of securing a potentially vast weapons contract with the CIS Armed Forces. A fact that may have rented space in the older gentleman's head despite his best efforts to the contrary. Still, the power vacuum that had more or less consumed a significant portion of the known galaxy did have its benefits, something he would hopefully bare witness to in this imminent get-together.

"We're here, sir." One of his pilots informed him through a speaker built into the wall beside his chair, the shuttle making a quick descent onto the tarmac outside of L&K's headquarters, the building in a more promising state than the many that surrounded it, unfortunately still baring some scars of the brutality the planet had experienced during the chaos before. Doors opening, a staircase automatically extended from within the confines of the shuttle's lower half and Saro made his dignified entrance. Not far from where he had landed stood the building's owner, Mr. Locke himself and the chairman of the IGBC, an organization he was already acquainted with, Mr. Harper. The Nakaioma family patriarch's own attire consisted of a mix between traditionalist white Atrisian garb with a more modern, black Core World suit jacket above.

"Gentlemen, it is a pleasure to meet with you both." He spoke, introducing himself to the conversation whilst he closed the distance between himself and the two men in question.

Veles Oshu John Locke ​

 

[John Locke]

Wearing: Would you believe, a suit?​

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NABOO - THEED - LOCKE AND KEY OFFICES​

Tagging: Veles Oshu | Saro Nakaioma

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There was always a certain peace that seemed to settle on the garden planet of Naboo, a sense of calm that the jewel-like planet seemed to exude. It was one of the things that had drawn John to the planet in the first place. While the rest of the galaxy seemed to be all about the rush, bustling from one place to the other the citizens of Naboo seemed to embrace a different approach to life. Instead of rushing around they took the time to actually "smell the roses", and there were a lot of roses on the planet. For the man who had grown up in the slums of Coronet City, who lived his entire life rushing from project to project, fire to fire the lure of the planet had proven hard to resist.

Sadly, it seems like utopia could only last for so long, one way or the other the cold claws of the galaxy had managed to sink into the Elysium-like planet. The fall of the Confederacy had sent shocks through the regional economy, through the structure that had allowed the planet to operate in its blissful state for so long. You could see it in the expressions of the people in the street, they put on a brave face but you could see it in the haunted look in their eyes. The safety, the security that they had built their lives around had vanished in the blink of an eye and none of them knew what would happen next. Who, if anyone, would step into the place the Confederacy had once filled to protect the southern systems.

The dark-haired cyborg had been staring out of the window, his eyes settled on the street below, flicking back and forth as he watched the people below. The sensors strewn through the building had let him track the progress of both Dorian and Saro as they made their way through the building. John turned his head to grasp Dorian's hand, nodding at Saro over his shoulder before turning his attention to his friend.

"I only wish it were under better circumstances. But please, sit, can I get you something do drink or something to eat. I wouldn't want anyone to accuse me of being a bad host."

A soft smile as he settled into his seat, the windows tinting automatically at a thought as he settled into the soft seat. He didn't know what the man might have in mind, but if Dorian had called thim here himself then he must have something…interesting…in mind.

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[Veles Oshu]

"Water would be fine, thank you.", he said with a smile.​

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Taking a seat, he waited for Saro Nakaioma to find his own seat, and then he would continue;​

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"I will waste no time; given the issues at hand in the vacuum that was the Confederacy's territory - I hope to quickly consolidate the economic situation between the three of us; and Alliance willing, through the SILK bill's support as well. Primary concerns are to stop rising entities from taking advantage - pirates, criminal groups, et cetera."​

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"That, of course, and ensuring other corporations do not ravage the area. Trade Federation chief among them."​

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John Locke​

 

[Saro Nakaioma]

Naboo
Locke & Key Headquarters

"A water as well, thank you." Saro replied to Mr. Locke's offer, though he wasn't actually thirsty, it was considered impolite with his customs to decline a host's hospitality. Following Dorian towards the table, he quickly sought out his own seat following his counterpart's example. Crossing one of his legs over the other as he sat down and listened to the man explain the purpose of their meeting.

Nodding, it was a no-brainer to concur with the idea, the Trade Federation had the potential to pose a threat to them all, and notably it's recent cooperation with those lowly Hayata thugs had soured the Nakaioma family's opinion of the pan-galactic entity. The space that had once formerly been under the Confederacy's protection was now open to plunder, and it was only a question of who would be doing the plundering. Saro may have been biased in his opinion, but he believed his own corporation, as well as those of Mr. Harper and Mr. Locke would treat the region better than whatever the alternatives were, regardless of their own goal being to make a profit off of the situation.

"Of course, many of these worlds are in varying degrees of disarray following the collapse of the Confederacy. Even the ones that aren't struggle with off-world trade in many cases due to those entities you mentioned, Mr. Harper. The Alliance wishes to expand into these territories, and the infrastructure we can establish will assist them in doing so. The Trade Federation and their ilk seem comfortable with the New Imperials, and are.. Morally grey to say the least, that may prove beneficial to our collective businesses own working relationship with the Alliance." ​

Veles Oshu John Locke ​