The Admiralty
~Tion Trade Nexus~
~Tion Hegemony~
~[member="Darth Janus"]~
It was a lazy and rather slow evening in the Tion Trade Nexus, evening in the sense that the geo-orbital position the station was locked in was currently in that vague, indescript zone between light and dark which made so many people confused about the actual adjective you had to use to describe the time of day.
Lord Ovmar sat in his office, in one of the forgotten corners of the Nexus and, as every Sith Lord would attest to, was brooding like the best of them. Though perhaps brooding wasn’t the best way to describe his current state of mind.
There were plans in motion, there were always plans in motion, but this was about Raxus Prime. Many months ago he had acquired the rights to certain land masses on the planet, rights that allowed him to essentially do whatever he wished to do on his territory.
Most of the scoundrels, pirates and Warlords had been cleaned out of the area after Santhe, Ardik and himself had finished off a small droid army and its big Brother from a junkyard, the only thing that rested him to do was to come up with a better way to recycle all the trash on his territory- instead of simply having it all brought to a central recycling facility as had been the plan from the beginning.
It hadn’t taken him long to realize the potential of the contract he had won during a certain auction, a contract which gave him the opportunity to order a specialized worker droid.
He had a few plans, but he wondered if Ardik wouldn’t have the key to his problem.
and so he waited on the illustrious former Emperor to arrive to his office on the Nexus, to start the planning, plotting and eventual takeover of the pla-- I mean, what?
We aren’t taking over any planets.
We are simply building a recycling plant.
Begone!