Boost Lodd's Economic Class

[Marlon Sularen]

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L O D D S_E C O N O M I C_C L A S S

FINAL DAWN
CATO NEIMOIDIA, COLONIES

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Economics. The only weapon in the galaxy more powerful than armies, fleets and force-users. Powerful enough to elevate entire worlds and governments or bring forth their ultimate collapse and ruin. Those who knew how to shape the very principles of capitalist economics ended up becoming near-untouchable, with the revolving door of galactic politics having little effect on their enterprises. Entities like the Trade Federation, N&Z Umbrella Corporation, Si Tech and Aether Systems, who once acted as the financial and economic backbone of entire factions, and survived the collapse of said factions.

Throughout his long career as an Imperial, Sularen had sought to challenge the power these entities held on numerous occasions, alas, to no success, given the brazen methods he had employed. Even with the establishment of SularenCo, his own Company, Sularen had yet to leave a footprint as large as that of entities such as Si Tech or the N&Z Umbrella Corporation. He had made several attempts to branch out from shipbuilding and arms manufacturing, yet he never seemed to know exactly where to begin and how best to compete with the corporate giants of the galaxy.

As such, when he heard of Lodd Grimmin's lecture on Hyperspace Economics, Sularen didn't hesitate to partake in it. It also just happened that the Imperial Warlord had recently acquired control over a hyperlane of his own that ran from his homeworld of Corellia straight to his fortress on Cholganna. Perhaps by applying the contents of today's lecture, he could transform the Sularen Slipway into a commercial gold mine that would improve the Final Dawn's very fragile economic situation.

To begin his lecture, Lodd went over the very foundations of commerce, that being the principle of observation: understanding the core needs of entire populations and knowing how to fulfill them, giving some examples along the way. It was a simple concept, albeit, as Lodd explained, there was most likely a large amount of business that failed because of their inability to conduct simple market observation and research. Once Lodd finished speaking, two individuals whom Sularen recognized as the former Chief Executive of the New Cov Biomolecule Company, Liin Terallo and his former Jedi captor, Braze.

As expected from individuals of their calibre, Liin inquired about the issue of trust in the market, especially in regions where commerce had collapsed, while Braze asked about the ethics of business and where to draw the line when it came to recognizing and fulfilling a need. Quite a foolish question in Sularen's mind. Capitalism demanded constant growth, which left little room for ethics. Eventually, corporations would resort to some unsavoury practices to continue expanding their operations, some more blatant than others.

What interested Sularen the most, however, was Liin's question, especially given the context of how the galaxy was constantly at war. As he awaited Lodd's answer, the Supreme Commander would continue taking notes on both Lodd's teachings and the questions and statements made by the other students. Every topic, every comment was worth noting down, especially when he intended to stay ahead of any future competitors that might be in this room.

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Tags | Braze | Liin Terallo | Yuri Maji | Lodd Grimmin | R'ayne Asara | Makai Dashiell | Brent Warnel | Is'ekapi Rex | Aurine Werr | Balun Dashiell | Lysander von Ascania | Ronhar Tane | Novac Lyrikal​

 

[Braze]

Tags: TAGS: Lodd Grimmin | R'ayne Asara | Makai Dashiell | Balun Dashiell | Yuri Maji

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"I was taught that morals and money were highly allergic when in the same room." "Not to step on any toes here, but I certainly ain't a saint. And from a quick look around the room, I know I ain't the only sinner here. So wouldn't ethics be subjective when talkin' about a galaxy-wide business?" "I am curious about your thoughts on sis' question about trust, though."

Braze stifled any real negative response to such judgments.

He did, however, find it odd that those who seemed to look down on the ethics of business were so interested in trust, as though the two had nothing to do with one another.

Perhaps that was simply the nature of those who wanted to make as many credits as possible, as quickly as possible. People like that would exploit weakness wherever they found it, then act surprised when those same vulnerabilities split beneath their feet.

Braze knew what happened to markets when greed fed only the short term. They failed to build anything stable enough to last. Far be it from him to speak up when his would-be enemies and competition seemed so committed to making terrible mistakes.

By his own view, trust was a form of capital. If a company profited by exploiting the very people who relied on it, then it might gain credits in the immediate sense, but squander its reputation, loyalty, and future cooperation to do so.

At what point did the pursuit of profit become self-sabotage?

That was the crux of his question, and what he had hoped Lodd Grimmin would be able to answer for him. Perhaps his method of wording it had been too vague, or too broad.

Perhaps some people wanted to play the markets with risky smash-and-grab tactics, spoiling what they could before the consequences caught up with them. That was not the kind of business Braze wanted to build, nor the kind he intended to support. His ideals were set on expanding his small mercantile empire in a way that could support the newly forming government of the Farworlds Alliance, and become a dependable pillar for the settlements, merchants, and travelers who would come to rely upon it.

He waited patiently, hoping the instructor would give him some insight, whilst the rest of the class seemingly found his supposed naïveté amusing.

 

[Makai Dashiell]

Wearing | Gear : X | X | X | X | X | L3-37 | Interacting With : Balun Dashiell
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I'm not here as a Jedi, you bantha fart. The Order will always support greater learning. What about you though? They didn't bring any rocks for you to play with,'

Makai rolled his eyes as he read the message. Another sheet of paper was procured and he began another response. It was quick, folded up and pushed back next to his brother.

So you can turn off being a Jedi? Doesn't seem possible. I can take off my wedding ring but I am still a husband. You're speaking like a pompous prat, bending the rules to suit your whims.

As for the rock, I brought my own.

When Balun looked at him, the half-Galan patted the breast pocket on suit. Inside was a fire opal he had picked up earlier.

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[Lodd Grimmin]

Novac Lyrikal Yuri Maji Braze Lysander von Ascania Is'ekapi Rex R'ayne Asara Liin Terallo

Lodd observed Ronhar Tane looking into the distance, even with that helmet obscuring the Neimoidian view. The Cyberman appeared to have little interest in the finer points of commerce, especially considering that his entire Imperial Remnant depended on the assembly of scrap and recycled materials fashioned to mimic technology. If only he had focused more during his economics lessons, he might not find himself in this situation.

He chuckled to himself at the thought of looking through this month's military catalogue and finding yet another bizarre piece of starship which would be good for a laugh. His attention was soon drawn away as one of his more well-known students Liin Terallo raised her hand and asked about a scenario in which a planet's commerce has collapsed.

He knew exactly why she was here. New Cov had signed its life away to the Trade Federation back when the planet was still independent, long before the High Republic stepped in to plant its flag. "In places where commerce has collapsed due to prolonged conflict, the first true indicator of returning confidence is not grand investment or political decree," he said. He rolled his wrist in a slow, circular motion, charting the invisible flow of a marketplace.

"It is the quiet resumption of small, local trade. A farmer bringing surplus crops to market without armed escort. A mechanic repairing vehicles for credits rather than barter." He paused, letting the silence emphasize the point.

"When people stop hoarding every resource and begin exchanging again, even in modest volumes, that is your signal." He nudged his crescent glasses back up the bridge of his nose, shifting his gaze toward Braze . The boy wanted to talk about ethics which the Neimoidian knew nothing about but would bluff his way through the question in order to maintain his creditability.

"As for ethics, young man... there is indeed a distinction between investment and obligation. An investment carries calculated risk and expected return. An obligation, when people depend on your outcome, becomes a matter of reputation and long-term stability." The tip of his pointer stick tapped lightly against the holographic projector to remind Makai Dashiell and Balun Dashiell to pay attention.

"Loose ethics can yield short-term gains, yes. But look to Arceneau Trade Company. They built one of the most formidable shipping and trading empires in the galaxy by adhering strictly to their word." He knew the history by heart, how they rose from the ashes of the Gulag Plague without compromising.

"In a galaxy of shifting allegiances, that reliability becomes its own form of capital. Consumers remember who treated them fairly when alternatives were scarce." The Trade Federation, of course, had spent centuries crossing those exact boundaries while still turning a profit if the holorecords were accurate. Lodd didn't mention them by name. He didn't have to as a thin smile touched his lips.

"The line you ask about, between fulfilling needs and manufacturing them, is where many fall. Create artificial scarcity or peddle inferior goods, and you may profit once. But the market has memory. Word spreads along hyperspace lanes faster than most realize. Reputation lost is far more expensive to regain than any first windfall." Yuri Maji spoke up then, cutting in with a point about how subjective morality could be. Lodd listened, then dismissed the notion with a dry flick of his hand that took in the whole room that was filled with mass-murderers such as Marlon Sularen , Sith such as R'ayne Asara and Lysander von Ascania and the Mandalorians.

"Ethics may feel subjective in the moment, especially among... diverse company such as this," Lodd said, his tone rather flat to compliment the seriousness of the discussion. "But successful commerce eventually reveals objective truths. Practices that consistently harm the consumer or erode trust tend to attract regulation, boycotts, or more forceful forms of correction." The Neimoidian allowed the holoprojector to shift once more, displaying layered diagrams of trade networks rebuilding after conflict.

 

[Liin Terallo]

I did not need to look up to know that the room had shifted slightly. It was something that I had learned to feel rather than observe; the way the attention redistributed itself whenever certain individuals spoke or even simply moved. I made a note of Lodd Grimmin’s explanation before anything else. Small trade = confidence indicator. That had aligned with my prior assumptions, though it was more elegant in it's simplicity than most models suggested. Farmers trading surplus, mechanics accepting credits instead of barter, low-risk exchange resuming before large-scale investment. Recovery, then, was not announced. It was behavioral.

My stylus paused briefly. That was useful.

A flicker of movement caught my attention at the edge of my awareness before I even registered why. It was not a disturbance, nor a noise. It was simply a recognition. My gaze shifted slightly to the right without fully turning my head. Sularen. I had seen him before in corporate and governmental circles; always from a distance that made conversation unnecessary and observation sufficient. He was the sort of individual who rarely needed to raise his voice to be heard. The kind of man who treated systems as something to be shaped rather than navigated. We had never spoken, from what I recall. Not outside of common pleasantries, at any rate. That detail, I noted, remained unchanged.

My attention returned to my datapad, though I continued to track the lecture through peripheral awareness. Lodd was speaking now about ethics; less as a philosophical question and moreso as a matter of market stability. The idea of ethics as capital was not unfamiliar. I simply did not find it universally applicable.

Across the room, another voice cut in. Yuri. I recognised him as well, though not from politics or commerce. A social event, carefully staged and heavily curated, where masks had been more decorative than functional. I had worn one. He had not known that I was even there. It was interesting how often anonymity made people more honest without them realising it.

His comment drew a faint shift in my focus; which was of morals and money being 'allergic' to one another. It was a crude phrasing. But not incorrect in outcome.

I wrote without looking up. Trust is a stabiliser, not a virtue. Then another line beneath it. Ethics function as infrastructure in mature markets.

Lodd’s response followed shortly after, and I found myself agreeing more than I expected to. Reputation as capital. Market memory. Delayed correction mechanisms expressed through regulation, boycott, or violence. None of it was theoretical in the way most lectures preferred economics to remain. It was practical.

My stylus hovered again as I listened. The galaxy around me was filled with people who understood leverage in vastly different forms; military, political, financial, even personal. But Lodd’s framing made one thing uncomfortably clear. All systems eventually corrected imbalance. Just not always gently. I made another note, slower this time. Stability is not maintained. It is enforced, one way or another. My gaze drifted briefly again, without meaning to linger. Sularen was still writing. Yuri was still speaking. R’ayne, nearby, had settled into that familiar stillness that she carried like a second layer of clothing. And the professor continued speaking as though none of us were individually dangerous. That, I decided, was either confidence, or a fundamental misunderstanding of his audience.

Tags: Lodd Grimmin R'ayne Asara Marlon Sularen Yuri Maji

 

[Is'ekapi Rex]

Tags: Lodd Grimmin

Simple opening of basic economics to an early question period. This was a guest lecture, so she hoped Lodd was just easing them into things before entering something more interesting. She hadn't even scribbled a single note down yet. One question however broke her concentration. Someone asking a Nemoidian about ethics in economics. Snapping to her left to the culprit and starring daggers at the young fool. Barely missing Marlon Sularen 's bald head as he sat up straighter. Gold and black eyes locked on target.

She was still able to listen to the lecture answer him. In principle ethics were to varying degrees important in business. You want you employees to be ethical so they don't steal physical or intellectual properties and conduct themselves properly. Between businesses for things like purchasing contracts to be uncorrupt and no bribes needing to be paid. And to the public and governments to be honest, trusted, and within the law. Reality differed though. She's paid bribes before. Twisting arms making contracts. Maybe he'd be better taking the business ethics course at the University of Naboo.

Rex withdrew her gaze back to the hologram of trade routes. Studying over them and piecing together this looked like what happened with the Planeshift, and it's aftermath. Maybe it was. But the loss of stable trade routes was the very thing that turned her own business from a very profitable model to barely scraping by. Her tail twitched in minute movements.

'You had my curiosity, but now....'

 

[Balun Dashiell]

LODD'S ECONOMIC CLASS
LOCATION: Hyperspace Economics Class
INVENTORY: Spacer Apparel
TAGS: Lodd Grimmin | Makai Dashiell | Liin Terallo | Brent Warnel | R'ayne Asara | Yuri Maji | Braze | Brent Warnel | Yuri Maji | Lysander von Ascania | Is'ekapi Rex | Novac Lyrikal | Ronhar Tane | Aurine Werr | Marlon Sularen

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Balun rolled his eyes with a shake of his head, his feigned disbelief aimed at his brother who had brought one of his rocks along with him to the lesson, safely tucked away in his chest pocket. Of course, Makai Dashiell had brought it; he was a lost cause when it came to his love of minerals.

Truth be told, his confusion towards Balun's comfortably sitting in the same room as Sith or Darkside practitioners wasn't the most far-fetched enquiry, yet Balun had never been the kind of Jedi to persecute the Sith at the mere sight of them. Yes, as a collective Order they were responsible for a great deal of harm, yet those among them now weren't doing anything harmful or illegal and had simply come to learn, just as Balun had. To live and let live was to promote peace. He lived by the notion that Jedi were peacekeepers, acting in the defence of others. If a fight could be avoided, it was worth doing by any means possible.

When their tutor tapped his pointer against the holographic projector, Balun turned back sharply to meet Lodd Grimmin disapproving gaze, raising his palm from the side of the deck in silent apology. Never mind that it was his brother's fault; Balun didn't want to disrupt the class. He had his entire life ahead of him, time enough to drill it into Makai's head just how much of a matted Nerf hide that he was. With love, of course, and in far more entertaining methods than was possible at the present time. Jedi or not, Balun still had a sense of humour, and he and his brother both thrived on their taking shots at one another; it was the kind of sibling relationship that, no matter what they said, would never take away from just how tight they were as brothers.

The mention of the Arceneau Trade Company gave him cause to smile, Danger Arceneau being part of their family and someone Balun was quite fond of, despite the personal history between their father and her. No longer paying as much attention to Makai, the incognito-looking Jedi instead listened to their lecturer, thinking of the political instability around the High Republic's borders. With the growing tensions between the High Republic, the Sith and even the recent Mandalorian attacks against Jedi that were external to their Order, it was entirely possible that the interruption of commerce was indeed on the cards for the near future. The thought caused him to frown to himself, having already discussed his growing anticipations with their father, Judah.

While Lodd continued answering the others' questions, using examples for clarity, Balun went back to taking notes on his datapad.

Former Mentor: Ala Quin
Jedi Apprentice: Cerys Dyn
Major Faction: The High Republic
Sub-Faction: Jhaessa Prime
Conglomerate: Dashiell Incorporated™
Subsidiary Company: Dashiell Retrofit™​

"Speech"
'Thought'​

 

[Braze]

Tags: TAGS: Lodd Grimmin | Is'ekapi Rex | Marlon Sularen | Yuri Maji | R'ayne Asara | Makai Dashiell | Balun Dashiell

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The empath had easily caught wind of the sentiment and the glare, turning to make direct, unwavering eye contact with Is'ekapi Rex . Rather than being put off by the look, his expression slowly slipped into a coy, smug smirk, and he even raised one hand, sharpened black-painted nails catching the light, to wiggle his fingers at her in silent greeting.

He was clearly enjoying the simmering anger he could feel radiating off of her.

It would seem the small 5'2" Echani was not at all intimidated by the monolithically oversized 9'10", orange Togorian, built like a fridge and thick enough to block the light, who looked like she stress-ate lasagna at 2 AM.

No, he seemed to rather enjoy her being mad about the simple questions, and appeared only more delightfully vindicated by the financial guru's reply.

His attention shifted to Sully as he tapped a few things into his datapad, sending some covert correspondence to Chirper, the little mouse droid who had been feeding him all of the data-clearance packages and other delightful bits of bureaucratic nonsense.

For someone so small, seated in a room filled with faces who had every reason not to like him, Braze seemed remarkably at ease, as he picked up his glittering purple tumbler and took a sip of sweetened caf relaxing back in to his seat as the lecture continued.

 

[R'ayne Asara]

economic class

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Savage Queen of Hearts

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classroom supplies: datapad x2, extra memory chips
outfit: attire
tag(s): Lodd Grimmin _ Liin Terallo _ Braze _ Lysander von Ascania _ Is'ekapi Rex _ Ronhar Tane _ if anyone else i missed

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Before Professor Grimmin could draw his attention to me, I lowered my hand and let the question retreat into the deeper chambers of my mind, there to wait with all the other patient predators that never truly slept. Around me, the classroom awakened beneath the first tremors of disagreement, and what had been orderly discourse began to blossom into something infinitely more delightful.

Voices sharpened with ceremonial sarcasm. Pride collided with certainty. Challenged opinions soured into quiet contempt.

Ah! There it was.

The smallest fracture in civilized restraint, widening with exquisite reluctance. My heart, that dark and childish relic hidden beneath Sith discipline, thrilled at the spectacle. I have always adored a worthy exchange of barbs.

There is a peculiar beauty in watching intelligent beings convince themselves that words alone cannot draw blood, while the Force reveals every unseen wound they inflict upon one another.

The Force poured through me like an island village flooded by an unseen tide, carrying with it every shifting emotion that stained the chamber.

Fleeting amusement. Irritation. Vanity. Doubt. Ambition.

Yet it was the darker flavors that lingered longest upon my senses; rich as ancient, forbidden indulgences poured from a chalice that had forgotten the poison. They settled upon my tongue without ever touching it, each bitterness sweeter than the last, each concealed resentment another hymn offered to unseen primordials that watched from between the stars.

Tempting as it was to indulge the unfolding drama, I turned my attention back toward Professor Grimmin, allowing his lecture to reclaim the foreground of my thoughts. His every word I committed to memory, each sentence carefully recorded while the question I had restrained refused to remain alone.

Others emerged beside it, one after another, gathering like hooded acolytes around a forgotten altar, whispering of economics, power, civilization, and the terrible arithmetic that forever binds knowledge to dominion.​

 

[Yuri Maji]

With his full attention on the Viceroy, Yuri noted down what was important and listened to the man's wisdom. Contradictions formed in the Hound's mind, but he preserved those questions for a better moment. There was value to be found in what was said, bits that he could contribute to his own company to get it back to its former glory. His mother built a company that rivalled the likes of Kuat and Corellia, he intended to restore it to that former glory.

Rolling his neck, Yuri took a moment to glance at the rest of the class. His eyes widened when a certain Warlord entered the lecture hall. "Kriff..." He muttered to himself upon seeing none other than Marlon Sularen himself. Jonyna was going to skin him alive if she found out about this. Sadly this was not the place and time to grab a bounty, as much as he wanted to. He and Brent could easily grab the man, the Jedi would likely support them with the amount of Sith around the place...

No, the risk was too great.

With a huff, Yuri turned his attention back to the Viceroy. He spared a glance at his datapad and made another save, a nod of satisfaction was given at the notes written down. The bits about trust were highlighted, much to Yuri's irritation. It didn't matter how many weapons he shipped and how many ships he sold, it was going to take time and dedication before the Ironworks became a household name again.

Lodd Grimmin

 

[Braze]

Tags: Yuri Maji

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Braze pulled out an actual notebook and marker, jotted something across the page, then tore it free and crumpled it into a ball. Despite Yuri Maji sitting directly beside him, Braze tossed it harmlessly against his chest rather than simply handing it over.

Written inside was:

I won't tell Jonyna you saw Sularen and did nothing.

But it'll cost you one caf, two pastries, and the right to say "I told you so" the next time this becomes everyone's problem. Oh yeah and exactly 'One jetpack lesson, with a strict no-dropping-the-Braze clause.'

Braze kept his attention fixed upon the lecture, sipping his caf with an expression of perfect innocence.

 

[Lodd Grimmin]

Novac Lyrikal Yuri Maji Braze Lysander von Ascania Is'ekapi Rex R'ayne Asara Liin Terallo

"Turning a small profit into a sustainable business requires discipline. Treat early earnings as capital rather than personal income by building a cash reserve, separating business and personal finances, and tracking expenses, margins, customer acquisition costs, and break-even points." The Neimoidian explained using the holographic projector to showcase the earnings of a small corporation operating within the Core Worlds. Despite lacking the ability to use the force he could feel the tension within the room as Yuri Maji took down the information despite his reluctance.

"Reinvest only in areas with clear returns. Improve the core product using customer feedback, strengthen customer retention, and test marketing channels with small budgets before expanding. Automation tools can also reduce errors and free up time." He wanted them to understand that investment needed to be spent on areas with the ability to provide returns, it was no good for an individual to invest in a place and lose credits.

"Reduce risk by avoiding dependence on one supplier, customer, or sales platform. Base inventory decisions on proven demand, delegate lower-value tasks when affordable, and introduce new products only after testing the market." Lodd had used this method to diversify the Trade Federation after the collapse of the Galactic Alliance by diversifying their galaxy wide trade network. He hoped that Liin Terallo would use this advice to bring New Cov into a new era of commercial success but he doubted the High Republic would allow it given that Denon was the primary industrial hub.

"The goal is to turn early profits into a system that produces steady returns. Maintain healthy cash flow, avoid premature expansion or personal withdrawals, account for taxes, and scale only after the business has stable demand and sufficient reserves." He concluded this part of the lesson with the point about making a system that produces consistent returns to have more capital to expand. The entire goal was to expand your enterprise until you no longer had to rely on others for your success.

 

[Liin Terallo]

I found myself writing almost as quickly as Professor Grimmin spoke. Not because I feared that I would be forgetting his words; but because each point seemed to connect to another until the lecture resembled less a list of business principles and more of a blueprint for resilience.

-Treat early earnings as capital.

-Separate personal and business finances.

-Reinvest where returns are measurable.

-Avoid dependence.

That last point caused my stylus to pause. Avoid dependence on one supplier. One customer. One sales platform. For several moments I simply stared at the words without adding anything beneath them. Years ago, when I had overseen the New Cov Biomolecule Company, I had often been asked why we insisted on maintaining commercial relationships with governments that seldom agreed with one another. Some had questioned the wisdom of selling our products to worlds whose politics were fundamentally opposed. Others believed that we should have committed ourselves entirely to whichever faction offered the greatest immediate profit. I had always refused that. Not because I lacked any convictions, but because biology had taught me something economics apparently understood as well. Healthy systems survived through diversity. A forest that relied upon a single species rarely remained a forest for very long.

The same was true of economies. New Cov had traded with anyone willing to honour our agreements. Republic worlds. Sith worlds. Independent systems. Neutral corporations. Scientific institutions that answered to no government at all. No single customer had ever possessed enough influence to dictate our future. That had never been an accident. It had been protection.

My gaze lingered on the holographic charts before us while Professor Grimmin continued speaking.

Then came the occupation. The High Republic hadn't simply occupied our world. It had inherited our markets. Many governments that had once traded freely with New Cov had quietly withdrawn, unwilling or unable to navigate the political realities that followed. Others had found replacement suppliers for similar, albeit less superior products. Trade routes that had taken decades to establish had disappeared with surprising speed. Our independence had vanished. And with it so had our security.

My stylus finally moved again.

-Economic dependence invites political dependence.

I underlined it once. Carefully.

Professor Grimmin continued explaining stable demand, cash reserves, and disciplined expansion; but my thoughts had already travelled years into the past. New Cov had never aspired to become the largest economy. Only a sustainable one. One that was capable of standing on it's own feet regardless of which governments rose or fell around it. That philosophy had served us remarkably well, until we had lost the ability to choose it.

I glanced up just as Professor Grimmin's eyes swept briefly across the room, lingering for the smallest moment in my direction before continuing on. Perhaps he remembered who I had once been. Or perhaps he simply knew why I had enrolled in this class. Either way, I offered no outward reaction beyond another quiet note.

-Prosperity built upon another government's protection is not prosperity.

I hesitated. Then added one final sentence beneath and underlined it.

-New Cov does not need rescuing, it needs it's independence returned.

I lowered my stylus for a moment and simply looked at those words. For the first time since this lecture had begun, I realized that I wasn't taking notes solely for myself anymore. I was writing the first chapter of New Cov's future.

Tags: Lodd Grimmin R'ayne Asara Marlon Sularen Yuri Maji Is'ekapi Rex Lysander von Ascania Balun Dashiell Makai Dashiell Ronhar Tane Novac Lyrikal @others missed