Private Let's do the trade deal again! (Adron Malvern)

[Mya Jesel]

YUMFLA, SUSEFVI, SUARBI SYSTEM
INTERIM RIMWARD TRADE LEAGUE COUNCIL BUILDING
SUARBI SYSTEM REPUBLIC LEGISLATIVE COMPLEX
Adron Malvern
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Mya took a deep breath and re-inspected her datapad with the information. For now, her position was more complex than it had ever been in the past, and required far more attention to detail. Not only was she president of the Suarbi system, she was also the chair of the Trade League Council. Which, to be fair, she should have anticipated that. She had been the driving force behind the assertion of Outer Rim sovereignty and autonomy. As the visionary behind the madness, so to speak, others looked for her to bring it to life.

In this, it was the first main trade deal with a foreign power not in their local vicinity or formerly a member of the Outer Planets Alliance or the original Galactic Alliance. Rather, this was one supported by the Confederacy of Independent Systems. Intelligence was sketchy, but it seems to have been an external takeover through unknown means. That unsettled her, but she kept her face serious, yet courteous. It was ruled by a monarch, which was another major difference from most of the worlds in the League. But it was a necessary first step. They needed to stay on the good side of the CIS, even if she didn't trust them as far as she could throw them, especially with all the rumors and suspicions that it was run by Sith Lords.

But that had to be set aside. While the official word was they had disbanded, her gut instinct was that the Jensaarai were still around, watching over Susefvi and guarding it against malcontents she didn't know about and, frankly, didn't want to. Hopefully, they were nearby if need be.

She stepped into the room and took a deep breath as she synced the datapad to the projector. She had spent the past few weeks compiling assessments of resources, industrial manufacturing capacity, and the plans for the upcoming shipyards, as well as what data they could track down on Illyria. Data was almost zero, so it was limited, but it was at least a start. She frowned for a moment and readjusted the refreshments put together by the catering staff. If she was going to make a good impression, properly arranged snacks would be helpful.

If there was one thing she had learned as an ore-hauler, then an elected representative, and then president, it was that good refreshments made any negotiation go better.

 

[Adron Malvern]

KING​

Tags: Mya Jesel ​

He'd reviewed the numbers several times before devoting himself to a decision. Every time he reviewed the production rates of Illyria he found that they were unacceptable. The planet utilized well under fifteen percent of it's native ores and minerals. This was a considerably good margin, however it did not take into account the mass reforms that would require a greater yield of material. The King could not be so foolish as to give away too much of their resources. Trade meant nothing if they were pulling from necessity to yield a profit. Adron's eyes were gazing down at the datapad and he found the latest reports to fit well with his intentions. His beloved wife, Alessandra, had seen to the preparations in opening Illyria's trade network. There could be no mistakes where her keen touch had been applied.

So all that remained were to set the proper arrangements. That was what brought him to world of Susefvi to discuss a trade agreement. Rather than entering direct trade with another world, Adron thought it wise to find an established trade network he could plug himself into. Certainly the yield from such endeavors could be less than a direct contract, yet it came with a certain amount of insurance.

He heard the soft clang of metal meeting metal. A member of his Royal Guard stood before him, clad in thick plates of Phrik with an amethyst sash falling across his chest. "Votre Majesté, nous entrons maintenant dans l'atmosphère de la planète." High Illyrian was a fluid language that the King had come to appreciate. He nodded at the member of his guard before offering a dismissive wave of his hand.

Adron adjusted the tie to his fine suit before rising from his seat. He wore threads of dark navy with a slate tie cleanly fastened around his neck. He felt the easy shift that his shuttle gave off as it came to rest on the landing pad at the trade league's building. With two members of his guard following closely behind him he made his way to the loading ramp. An attendant had met him on the ramp with warm greetings, leading him into the building with a prompt demeanor.

He was guided to the meeting room, stepping inside and quickly noticing the woman who awaited him. The King gestured to his guards, causing each of the men to stand at either side of the door, their hands clasped together silently while Adron approached Mya Jesel . "Ms. Jesel. A pleasure to meet you, I am sure." He greeted, inclining his head respectfully towards the woman while outstretching a hand to the businesswoman. "If it is all the same to you, I would like to get started immediately. If the Trade League is interested in working with my planet I insists on keeping things as expediate as realistically possible." He explained to the woman.
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[Mya Jesel]

Adron Malvern

Mya merely gave a nod in greeting and shook his hand as he spoke. "Welcome to Susefvi, Mr. Malvern." She kept her tone simple, short, and to the point, matching his use of the informal title. "And likewise. Speaking as the Chair of the Rimward Trade League Council and President of the Susefvi Republic, we're always more than glad to make business arrangements with other planets."

She gestured to one of the empty chairs, "Please, take a seat while we present the data." She would wait and then take her own. "We have local delicacies ready for refreshments for you and your entourage." With the primary courtesies completed, powered up the holoprojector as a screen of numbers and values scrolled through the air, pausing to highlight a multitude.

"As you noticed upon your arrival, we are a gas giant system," Mya paused the display to illustrate the characteristics of the Suarbi system. "Gas giant, the asteroid belt, 13 moons, mostly uninhabited except for mining and industrial operations. Our own moon here is very productive in agriculture and textile resources, as well as seafood and other ocean-based luxuries. Our system itself produces a wide variety of gases, including tibanna, and we have more than enough ore to maintain a moderately-large heavy manufacturing industry."

She let that sink in for a moment. "A wide variety of local corporations have put together offers that they wanted to pitch to you, which I have arranged and compiled here."

Mya changed screens again to show the amount, frequency, and starting cost for a wide variety of goods and materials from seven different corporations. "We also have shipping companies eager to open new and recurring cargo routes, even offering to front the cost of any hyperlane charting for faster speed and efficiency."

She leaned back in the chair. "Your thoughts?"

 

[Adron Malvern]

KING​

Tags: Mya Jesel ​

The King took his seat with a nod of appreciation. He adjusted his suitcoat as he settled down into the chair. He pulled a pair of glasses from his breast pocket before pulling them on so he could better see the display before him. The President wasted no time in ensuring that the information was promptly loaded onto the main screen. He did not even spare a glance towards the snacks that the woman had prepared for the meeting. A welcome gesture, however he was more focused on the task at hand. "Thank you, no." He said, before setting the datapad before him and tapping through it as the woman spoke. There was one thing that stood out to the man thus far.

He tapped against the datapad before clearing his throat and gesturing towards the numbers for Tibanna. "Tell me more about your Tibanna productions. What level of exporting can you handle for a one-year projection, the unit size, and the price per unit." He asked.

Tibanna was an extremely powerful and necessary resource if the King wished to empower an entire fleet. He'd need a surplus of the gases to maintain the Illyrian Commerce ships and the Royal Fleet. He paused for a moment to consider exactly what price he would consider paying for Tibanna. No doubt they would offer it to him at a heavy rate, however there was a certainly a line that the man was not willing to cross.

When the woman spoke of the companies hoping to partner with Illyria, the man couldn't help but wave a hand at the offer. "I'm in need of very few things on my world and what I am in need of I would seek with vendors placed within the Confederacy. However, there are certain things, such as Tibanna, that I would prefer to buy from a more remote source, such as the Trade League." His words were rather curt, however they were not intended on being insulting, merely the truth. It never was out of the ordinary for planets to selectively ship and engage commerce through a number of different avenues.

Finally he brought up a screen on his own datapad. "Durasteel, spices, wines, textiles, and various ores are available to be sold from my planet's stock. In the event that Illyria wishes to sell these products through the Trade League what percent will your organization take from sales and are there any Tariffs that you impose?" He asked her curiously.
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[Mya Jesel]

Adron Malvern
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Mya nodded and listened as he spoke, making quick notations on her datapad with a stylus. As he asked about the tibanna, she considered, with her lips pursed slightly, and ran a series of calculations through the datapad before answering.

"Tiban Processing has the highest production capacity, although its processing and purifying is less than some of the smaller companies, but still safely within all parameters and intergalactic standards," Mya read off as she shifted through the various companies who had put in bids. "They can produce and sell up to 250 million cubic meters of processed Tibanna over a year without affecting their pre-existing, continuing contracts. They sell in 100 kilo carbonite blocks, at an average rate of 1100 credits per block."

She switched to a different one. "High-End Tibanna produces less, but processes raw gas into a more refined form than Tiban Processing. They have an average available production of 130 million cubic meters of processed tibanna, again sold in 100 kilo carbonite blocks. Their average price is 1800 credits per block for the more refined form. Suarbi Manufacturing is in between the two and has available 165 million cubic meters, in the blocks again. Their price falls into roughly the 1200-1500 credits per block. There's several dozen smaller companies that also mine raw Tibanna, but their production of processed tibanna falls below the 100 million cubic meter production mark necessary for large-scale business. They can, however, sell raw tibanna gas in canisters of 100 cubic meters each, usually no more than three hundred credits each."

Mya switched over to a second datapad and inspected the economic reports for desired goods based on overall imports. "We have durasteel and ores in abundance, so there is little demand for imports on those. We have a thriving textile and agricultural industry, primary plant and sea-plant based, though there might be possibilities there for specialist companies. And luxury goods like spices or wines always have a thriving, albeit small market, depending on the companies or individuals involved. That is typically quite variable, however, so I cannot give you anything that resembles a year-long projection."

That was out of the way and she turned her mind back to League policies. "No tariffs. Just a flat five percent tax on all transactions." She allowed herself a small smile. "We're too small to compete in bulk with the Confederacy on any sort of economic level, but we can usually eke out a few more percentage points in profit when it comes to individual and small-scale transactions, since we have a much smaller overhead to keep ourselves running."

 

[Adron Malvern]

TRADE​

Tags: Mya Jesel ​

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As the woman spoke, the King looked over the numbers of his datapad. He had become focused on the rates of the Tibana product more than anything. A steady source of Tibana would be the difference between Illyria's energy sources working in surplus or decline. As of late the cost to ship Tibana in through a myriad of private contracts had been crushing for the planet's budget, still it had been a sufficient short-term plan until something more concrete could be set into place. ​

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Pulling up a new part of his datapad, the man nodded at the woman's words. "We'll start with procuring a steady shipment of Tibana, however I'd want it delivered quarterly." He said, tapping over his datapad for a few more moments before bringing up a projection on the device. The projection detailed the precise amount of Tibana that the planet would request each quarter. "We'll pay for thirty-three percent up front. After the first quarter shipment has been delivered we will pay another third of the cost. During the second quarter delivery we will pay the remainder off in full." He declared. "Provides up both with an insurance that there won't be any delays in business." He said, before sliding the datapad over to the woman. ​

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"Also. You will reach out through private networks for us to sell our wines. If we sell them privately the rate will go up. However, I will not be giving you a five percent tax cut. For all privately sold goods, you will receive ten percent. Consider it a token of good will." He said, rolling his thumbs over his fingers as he pulled his glasses from the breast pocket of his blazer. He considered something for a moment before pulling the datapad back to his hands. "The wine is shipped in secure containers, each container contains twelve boxes capable of holding twelve bottles of wine, so a container is one-hundred and forty-four bottles. The total depending on the quality you wish to procure. However we generally private sell our upper stock for around six hundred credits a box, so seventy-two hundred credits per secure container. These can easily be sold at the consumer level for twice that amount." ​

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"As of the last quarter we cam sell fifteen million units a year, which is expected to double in the next year." He told the woman. "Are you interested?" He asked her. Wine trade was a much more niche part of the Galactic Scene, however there were few worlds who dipped into Aristocracy that did not see their wines as reflections of their station. Fine, imported wines such as the ones grafted on Illyria had a knack for selling at progressively generous rates. ​

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[Mya Jesel]

Adron Malvern

Mya jotted a few more notes down on her datapad, sifting through possibilities as Adron spoke, and kept her face neutral. She sketched out the details of his proposal and sent it to her assistant. "I'll have that information sent out to the companies who have indicated the ability and willingness to deal in that volume. They will follow up with the details, sign any and all contracts, and get it up for going."

She listened to the offers on the whine and made herself give a friendly smile. "It will be a five percent tax. That's League law and cannot be changed without a Council meeting drafting an amendment to the Charter. As for reaching out to private networks," Mya shrugged. "We are limited in what we can do. We serve as points of contact between foreign governments when it comes to matters of trade policy, but we are not permitted to engage in commerce as the League, or use our position and the knowledge gained from it. It would give us an unethical advantage."

Another datapad and this pulled up a long list of systems as well as related goods, markets, and demands. "We can, however, list Illyria in the League trade partner directory with the information and amount of wines you have listed. From there, interested parties can reach out directly and arrange the deals themselves."

 

[Adron Malvern]

DEAL​

Tags: Mya Jesel ​

The King brought a hand to his chin, considering the woman's words before nodding at what she'd said. This league was a perfect example of why he hated Democratically founded organizations. The need to meet with others to achieve an answer or goal was something he secretly despised. Which was humorous considering the part he played in the Viceroyalty sessions of The Confederacy. Still, they were laughable in reality and merely something he tolerated, not enjoyed.

"No. I'd prefer Illyria not be listed." He said, not offering any reasoning as to why. "At least not just yet." He said. The King nodded, tapping a hand on the table before rising from the seat he'd taken. "Very well. We'll purchase the Tibanna as I explained. Have your people draft a formal contract and dispatch it to me. My contract writer's will review it and if all is to both of our fancy we can begin immediately." He said. The Tibanna gasses that would flow to Illyria would be an invaluable resource to both the Royal Military and the standard consumer economy. It will also help to bring the world out of the pits of archaic technology that yet grip some of the smaller provinces.

Adron rounded the table, holding a hand out to the woman with a nod of approval. "I hope we may enjoy doing business with each other for some time, Ms. Jesel."
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