Outer Rim Oreworks Company Facility, Apatros
There were some things in the Galaxy that even the passing of millennia cannot change. For the desolate world known as Apatros, this particular, unending characteristic was the drilling and mining of the riches below its surface. For thousands of years, presence after presence had exploited that which laid beneath in its mines; and this day would be no different. The only miniscule detail which fluctuated was that of the seller and buyer. Today, it would be a Nemoidian whose true name was unknown to the pending client, for he simply preferred to be known as Foreman.
Foreman was a simple man. He ran an immaculate operation that was only inches away from being apart of the growing sphere of influence known as Confederate Space. However, he was also a stone's throw away from being within the clutches of the Protectorate. Either way, his humble operation was going to be coming into contact with some bigger fish at some point, and it was the Confederay who came knocking on the door first. He had set up an appointment to meet with one Myra Subach and/or her assistant Polarice in order to broker a deal about the precious treasure that called Apatros home.
And in exchange, he was wanting a break. A big one.
@[member="Myra Subach"], @[member="Pandeima"].