Private Material Acquisition | Ivalyn Yvarro

[Gat Tambor]

HARNAIDAN, MUUNILINST
GALACTIC TRADE FEDERATION
902 ABY​

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T A M B O R
VICEROY
THE TRADE FEDERATION
Ivalyn Yvarro

BLUE FLASH​

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The atmosphere of Muunilinst grew bright with its characteristic 'money-green' hue upon her arrival into the airspace of Harnaidan. Though the planet had found itself situated in the sovereign space of the Diarchy, even from above it would take a close observe to glean its presence at all. Even through the Iron Sun's eclipse over this world, it was well and truly a possession of the Trade Federation. Her shuttle landed in one of the Federation's privately held spaceports. The entrance process was hardly invasive, her passage codes bearing a two letter prefix that indicated she was traveling her not only on business, but Federation business at that.

Though for all that Tambor's corporate conglomerate that seeped its roots into this world, there was an undoubtedly nostalgic tinge of the reign of the long passed New Imperial Order. Its symbolism was still scrawled unto many public and municipal structures. Its police, most of which lightly armed and rather casual about their business wielded the very same service pistols and grey fatigues only differing in that the Iron Sun was replaced with the Trade Federation's own symbol. Crime evidently wasn't an issue in Harnaidan. Kuat Entralla's dominance over the planet's starship and speeder sales did little to help either, the familiar grey durasteel and black solar paneling of many of the vehicles evident. Much of the old Empire was constructed by the Federation proper, repairing the devestated Braxant Run, restoring its infrastructure and economic wealth whilst the Imperator 'hard-charged' toward the crown in Ravelin. It would be a foolish venture to rip apart what Tambor had placed there himself.

Once she'd cleared the improcessing to the world, a Federation protocol droid of Technoid make was there to greet her in its cordial yet still machine-like inflection. Past the cover of the speeder pad, there was a light trickle of rain beating down in the evening pass ways of Harnaidan still thrumming with life, veins of speeders and haulers still coursing through the city as she was brought aboard the luxury craft and ferried to the Trade Federation's headquarters, the once Damask Superspire which now housed Tambor's nucleus of operations at the reins of all matters concerning his conglomerate.

Disembarking in the building's vast hangar bay, a short elevator trip before she was brought to the entrance of Tambor's office suite. Cast in smooth, jaded marble with several statues flanking a serene fountain on either side, the ornate door lifted to reveal the Skakoan himself. The holoprojector of his terminal snapped off before he lifted himself to his feet in welcoming the woman.

He was the picture that anyone had formed of him, unchanged for decades. The Skakoan clad in his pressurized suit, eyes wide if only magnetized by the thick lenses of his respirator goggles, all of the metallic cast in a well kept steel. The robe that flourished beneath it a deep purple hue. He offered a gloved hand in greeting, as any business matter should begin before he spoke, a hand instinctively reaching for the adjustment knob of his vocoder, knowing well of what was to come.

<"HHHHHHHHHRGEEEEEEUUUU- Miss Yvarro, a pleasure. Most prefer to deal business over Holonet channels but with what you seek to commission I find it the nuances of such deals are better worked out in person."> He said before motioning to the two cushioned seats, a table between them for her to sit.

<"Please. If there is anything that can be done to further accommodate you, the droid will see to the request.">

 

[Ivalyn Yvarro]

902 ABY, -4 BSE​

Gat Tambor​

The hiss of the elevator ceased as the doors opened with a softened chime, and Ivalyn Yvarro stepped forward with deliberate grace.

She was dressed in an ensemble of muted imperial navy and ash grey, fine suiting that was crisply tailored, sharp enough to cut, but restrained in its elegance. Her gloves had been removed the moment she'd disembarked the shuttle, now folded neatly in her hand, the other resting gently atop the handle of her satchel as she entered the opulent suite. The scent of ozone lingered faintly on her shoulders, a ghost of the Harnaidan rain, which she had observed from the speeder with mild fascination. In all, the atmosphere reminded her of a painting one might admire for its technique, but never hang in one's own home.

"Viceroy Tambor," she greeted with a low, cordial inclination of her head. "Your hospitality precedes you, and I thank you for the courtesy of receiving me in person. One finds that expediency and elegance are rarely comfortable companions, yet you seem to manage both rather effortlessly."

Her eyes flicked to the statues, the flowing fountain, the subtle, glimmering jade hues. It was, like its master, immaculate in its design, curated with the precision of someone who had shaped not only architecture but entire economies. She took his gloved hand with a light touch, a diplomat's handshake: no exertion, but no indifference either.

"Indeed, the matter at hand," she continued, her tone still light but resolute, "is rather beyond the comfort of holotransmissions and encrypted communiqués. I find that when one must discuss artillery platforms and armored columns, one does best to look a partner in the eye."

With an elegant turn, she seated herself on the chair opposite Tambor, her posture impeccable yet unforced. A faint smile touched her lips, more an acknowledgment than amusement.

"If I may be so bold, Minister, I come not with a mere shopping list," she said, removing a datapad from her satchel and placing it gently on the table between them. "But rather with a vision. The Commonwealth stands at the precipice of great transition. Infrastructure is being reforged, regional security recalibrated, and our internal cohesion, tested, though not broken. What we require are not simply arms, but certainty. A capacity to reinforce our borders, secure our worlds, and remind our neighbours, amicable and otherwise, that we remain very much intact."

She folded her hands in her lap.

"I would ask for your candid assessment, of course. The vehicles and systems that may be best suited for a multi-theatre application: adaptable enough for marshlands, highland terrains, and urban corridors. I understand your catalogue is... encyclopedic, and no doubt you've something that fits."

Then, almost as an afterthought, she glanced to the droid nearby.

"Lhara Bloom tea, if your staff have it. Otherwise, anything without too much spice, I find the rain has dulled my palate slightly."

Her eyes returned to Tambor's masked visage.

"Shall we begin?"

 

[Gat Tambor]

HARNAIDAN, MUUNILINST
GALACTIC TRADE FEDERATION
902 ABY​

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T A M B O R
VICEROY
THE TRADE FEDERATION
Ivalyn Yvarro

ALL I NEED IS TIME​

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The Skakoan was well at ease in these sorts of discussions and negotiations. For all the reputable traits that Gat carried, being a rather gregarious host was one of them. Whilst he was ruthless in practice, he was rather cordial and 'easy to work with' in person. It was hardly a facade. It was simply put, good business. Many within the corporate realm of arms dealing to which tambor considered his specialty. He was stiff in posture in his own seat. His own seat was conformed to the shape of his body and pressurized suit, making it more comfortable than what was usually on offer in other venues, one of the subtle reasons why he preferred to host such parties rather than venture to buyers.


It didn't help that the Confederation found themselves dogged by the Sith Order's 'Blackwall' policy. A hurdle to jump later, the Federation has never had any problem moving its goods, even if it took less than scrupulous means to do so. Whilst its Hyperlane network and infrastructure was vast, well manned and well maintained, it wasn't above hiring large hauler smugglers, even if in several different compartmentalized operations to deliver its goods into hostile territories. The 'Kuat Crisis' decades ago being a demonstration of such, utilizing 'material shipments' too and from the shipyards on Kuat Entralla freighters to deliver military equipment to the Imperial sympathizers on the world. Though it didn't come without several unrecorded transactions from IMPMAG.

With her sentiment, he nodded. These sorts of big ambitions were what, put simply, brought in 'the big bucks'. Several planetary defense forces and private firms were choice in buying bulk packages of a score of tanks, gunships, small arms. But it was those governments looking to truly overhaul or modernize their armed forces to which Tambor could see to the reins of administrating. It was after all, how he made a name for himself in the New Imperial Order. The Third Imperial Civil War and Second Hyperspace War was fought, won and lost using Kuat Entralla and Technoid weapons systems.

<AAAAAAWEEEEEERRRRRR- Naturally. Such transitions and ambitions do call for a rapid mobilization and overhaul. Certainly the region of the Galaxy you and your government occupy is one naught without peril...being in such close proximity to Sith is...by any account, undesirable."> Tambor remarked. He had not...disdain for Sith, but a general blanket distaste for them. Working with Sith meant being a tool in their schemes for being Sith placed power above all else, even if it means sacrificing beneficial relationships to get to the top. He had no quandary selling to them, but they would not find work in the upper rungs of the Trade Federation.

<"But I've good and bad news in regards to the desires of this meaning. The good news being that I am personally spearheading the development of a combined arms package which would suite the needs of any ground force. The bad news being...it is not complete yet. Though, hardly a hurdle. If you are interested in cutting a deal here for what the Federation has available, more rollouts can be supplemented down the line for an agreed upon payment plan for the desired licenses and bulk purchases."> Tambor explained before he diverted his attention from Yvarro to the protocol droid who had returned with a tray of Lhara Bloom tea. A cup had been brewed and an additional pitcher, all of ornate Muun pottery and artistry was laid on the table between them.

<"If you might fetch my holoprojector and control pad from my desk."> He requested to the droid who nodded with a cordial, machine like affirmation, returning to the pair, setting the projector on the table between them before offering the control pad to Tambor who nodded in thanks.

<"Now- AWWWWWERRRRRRR- this is an effort in two fold. One, to modernize the Techno Union's and in particular, Kuat Entralla's production catalogue and framework whilst moving past now surplus designs utilized by the Empire. Though many of its aesthetic and quality of life features remain. Something more veteran sorts of the Commonwealth might find familiarity in. A good deal of the development was done in consultation with former Imperial military and research personnel, who now find employment in the Trade Federation. Most noteworthy of which being the once Brigadier General Arminius Kroeger."> A name which was obscure but also notorious. A once officer of the New Imperial Order now a mercenary at the head of 'Iron Company' which had been sighted in affiliation most recently with the Mandalorian Neo Crusaders. Regardless, Tambor seemed to breeze past the mention of the man.

The holoprojector then powered on, flipping through several three dimensional holographic projections of Kuat Entralla's newest vehicle rollouts. Firstly showing a slow rotation before cutting to video footage of the vehicle in action, taken from 'Iron Legion' operations under their patronage as apart of the Techno Union's mercenary company, Aurodium Sword. Of course, only depicting the highlights. Cataphracts knocking out opposing tanks, Mantellska's ripping through Confederate droid fighters, etcetera.

<"I shall go through the land vehicle systems individually...if you've any questions do feel free to interrupt. I tend to...well, this is my subject matter of expertise and so I tend to delve into needless specifics so, apologies if I stray into areas which are irrelevant to you."> He said with a dismissive hand as if excusing his further behavior.

<"Terrain is a concern in the development of any land vehicle and thus, Kuat Entralla operates on almost exclusively 'repulsorlift' platforms. Flat, difficult or aquatic terrain are no longer an issue opposed to walkers who carry a lumbering, easily identifiable profile. Tracked and wheeled vehicles are cheaper and easier to maintain but also come with a great deal of limitations. I played a role in the once Empire's weapons development and it was integral to their doctrine that their vehicles be mobile, versatile and potent as opposed to what was referred to as 'Tarkin Doctrine' which favored the imposing, morale damaging nature of high profile walkers and super-heavy tanks. An effect which will not meet its desired effect against a larger Sith Empire, a worry you also seem to bear."> Tambor explained before he set on the profile of the XT-90M Cataphract Main Battle Tank. A three dimensional rotation image was displayed along with its technical specifications, the rotating model then being replaced with holocam footage of the vehicle in action, conducting berm drills, maneuvers and spearhead assaults in real combat footage provided by the 'Iron Legion'.

<"The WWWWEEEEERH- The Cataphract Main Battle Tank is the basis to which our combined arms package was built from. It is, in truth, a modernization of a tested platform. For reference, the New Imperial Order fielded the XT-62 in the Battle of Ravelin onwards. But even so, there is little that needs to be discovered here. It is a repulsorlift, four power cell redundancy main battle tank armed with a mass driver canon capable of firing several different round types supplied by its replicator along with coaxial, sponson and pintle mounted weapons systems. It is one of the most rugged and battle tested platforms which you'll find on the Galactic Market and of course, modular to fit more specific roles."> He explained before he flicked his index finger on the control pad to reveal a similar roll out of the Barran-class IFV.

<"However, ground troopers are not as useful traveling on foot, thus we have developed the 'Barran-class' repulsorlift infantry fighting vehicle. The same power train system on the Cataphract but on a larger frame, meaning a slightly more sluggish movement, but something made up for in dismount capacity, armor plating and of course, its arsenal. Possessing a cannon able to knock out equivilent vehicles as well as rapid fire blasters for dismounted infantry as well as guided missile systems capable of penetrating tank and walker shields and armor, it is a means to take soldiers to the fight whilst providing adequate fire support against a wide spread of opposing threats."> Tambor explained.

<"Any questions of these two? Shall I continue...or are you pleased enough with what you've seen to consider the entire package?"> Tambor inquired, lofting a brow. He spoke knowing well what he was talking about and was hopeful she'd be impressed as to what was on offer to this point.

 

[Ivalyn Yvarro]

902 ABY / -4 BSE​

Ivalyn Yvarro sat with the composed elegance of a stateswoman well-versed in the art of negotiation. The soft clink of Muun porcelain accompanied her as she lifted the cup of Lhara Bloom tea to her lips, savoring the delicate aroma before taking a measured sip. Her gaze, steady and discerning, remained fixed on the holographic projections of the Cataphract Main Battle Tank and the Barran-class Infantry Fighting Vehicle.


"Viceroy Tambor," she began, her voice carrying the refined cadence of her upbringing, "the Commonwealth's pursuit of a modernized ground force is not merely a matter of military necessity but a reflection of our commitment to sovereignty and self-reliance. The Cataphract and Barran platforms, with their advanced propulsion systems and modular capabilities, align well with our operational doctrines.

"However, to truly integrate these systems into our defense infrastructure, we must consider the long-term implications of supply chains and maintenance. Establishing licensed production facilities within Commonwealth territories would ensure not only the timely deployment of these vehicles but also the cultivation of technical expertise among our workforce.

"I propose, therefore, that we explore a licensing agreement that permits the Commonwealth to manufacture these vehicles domestically, under the stringent quality standards set forth by Kuat Entralla Engineering. Such an arrangement would be mutually beneficial, fostering economic growth within our regions while expanding the Trade Federation's influence and ensuring the integrity of your designs."

She paused, allowing the weight of her proposal to settle, before continuing.

"Furthermore, considering the evolving nature of warfare and the unique challenges posed by our proximity to Sith territories, I would be interested in discussing the development of specialized variants tailored to our specific environmental and tactical needs. Collaborative research and development initiatives could pave the way for innovations that serve both our interests."

Ivalyn's demeanor remained poised, her expression thoughtful as she awaited the Viceroy's response, the subtle interplay of diplomacy and strategy evident in her every word and gesture.

Gat Tambor ​

 

[Gat Tambor]

HARNAIDAN, MUUNILINST
GALACTIC TRADE FEDERATION
902 ABY​

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T A M B O R
VICEROY
THE TRADE FEDERATION
Ivalyn Yvarro

게릴라​

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There were other vehicles as apart of this combined arms package, but Yvarro seemed well enough content with what he'd shown so far. He was glad that she already seemed to be an eager buyer though admittedly, he'd love to wax poetic of the other vehicles. A man prideful of his work. For all the criticism the Federation might receive for its practices, the Techno Union produced cutting edge warfighting materiel.

<"AWWWEEERRRR- A production license is certainly a viable option. Though yes, I would not allow the production of anything that carries the name of any Techno Union product to enter production without meeting quality standards. I understand resources in the Unknown Regions can be a dogged effort to acquire, no doubt made more difficult by the 'Blackwall' policies but I this license would see a legal revocation should word reach of cheaper quality alloys, power bank restrictions or other compromises being taken in the production of my products, I hold the right to disband all production operations."> Tambor said firmly, in contrast to his otherwise rather easy-going inflection, he seemed deeply serious about the matter.

<"Although, actions can be taken to ensure that these measures do not occur. I can fund and provide the resources construct a production facility within the Commonwealth's space, upon a world of your choice whilst providing the Commonwealth a minority ownership stake in the facility with a return guarantee that willing and able Commonwealth workers will be trained, equipped and phased-in to replace my personnel at the facility. In addition, I will provide the commerce of production materials and resources to your space at market rate. More than fair considering the Blackwall Protocols make material movement...difficult. Should you choose to establish your own production facility with the acquired licenses, my personnel will provide oversight of its construction and production procedures to ensure they meet quality assurance."> Tambor offered.

<"But yes, I'd certainly be intrigued into filling other needs, we can discuss specifications here or we can leave that to the technicians. As it relates to 'Anti-Sith' warfare, Kuat Entralla and the Techno Union has carved somewhat of a...speciality."> No doubt per its vast use in the old Empire.

 

[Ivalyn Yvarro]

Gat Tambor​

Ivalyn's posture was impeccable as she listened to the Skakoan's final pronouncements, the steam from her Lhara Bloom tea curling in gentle plumes between them. Her expression, composed and discerning, betrayed none of the sharp mental calculations being made behind her eyes.

"Understandable," she said evenly, her tone a model of genteel diplomacy. "One would expect no less than full vigilance over one's intellectual property. That said, I trust we shall not come to such regrettable circumstances. If this arrangement is to endure, then both our houses must act with good faith and discernment."

A pause, delicate but intentional.

"Still," she began, the word measured like a scalpel, "should such a clause ever be invoked unjustly, the Commonwealth would have no choice but to assume direct control of production to safeguard our security. I do not say this as threat, Minister Tambor, merely as a statement of policy. In times of hardship, one does what one must."

There was no menace in her voice, only the cold confidence of a woman whose every decision bore the weight of a nation behind it.

"As for your generosity," she continued, setting her teacup down with a soft click, "rest assured we will more than meet our obligations. Our workers are among the most efficient in this quadrant, and we possess no shortage of qualified facilities across our industrial corridors. I shall have my office present you with a selection of suitable worlds, those best positioned for immediate production, workforce capacity, and transport access."

She leaned back slightly, her gaze assessing. "It pleases me that you've taken interest in anti-Sith, or, more broadly, anti-Force User, technologies. The Commonwealth is... uniquely positioned to see the value in such systems. I should very much like to discuss them with you in detail, at a later time."

A slight incline of her head, coolly reverent.

"With your indulgence, I have a few initial design inquiries ready for your consideration. Perhaps we may begin with those, and see where this partnership might flourish."

She did not smile—smiles were reserved for ballroom diplomacy and schoolchildren's triumphs. Instead, her tone remained the polished steel of true statecraft, cloaked in velvet: calm, deliberate, and unwavering.

"We intend to stand on our own feet, Minister Tambor. But we do not mind good company on the journey."

A moment or so later, she had produced a datapad for the Minister. The datapad would have the five designs, the Murad, the Selim, the Hound, the Duke, the Matilda II, and the Thunderer. "These are the designs, or ideas that my ministry has produced."

 

[Gat Tambor]

HARNAIDAN, MUUNILINST
GALACTIC TRADE FEDERATION
902 ABY​

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T A M B O R
VICEROY
THE TRADE FEDERATION
Ivalyn Yvarro

게릴라​

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He tapped the tips of his fingers against one another, nodding along to her sentiment less in 'agreeance' more so in acknowledgement. Ah- of course she sought ultimate autarky over her realm. Most every Imperial did as an integral facet of their ruling philosophy, even if Tambor saw it was hopeful at best and delusional and impractical at worst. He wouldn't pressure her over it now and simply let winds of the galaxy sift into conditions that were more amicable to Trade Federation influence down the line.

<"I assure you the terms of service in our production licenses would prevent such act from occurring. Assuming your organization as the license holder adheres to the terms to begin with."> He said with a dismissive wave of his hand. <"All matters that can sorted out by the relevant parties following our meeting, Miss. Yvarro.">

He was, to this point, pleased with the poised and professional demeanor she'd displayed to this point. Tambor was less so a frigid man than he was wholly pragmatic. He didn't care to serve food over business nor stir any other sorts of distraction or finery from the actual matters at hand. Though, much of human business culture was the contrary, caring to take meetings over luncheons and evening drinks rather than the more ornate and utilitarian approach Tambor favored. Though, he did prefer to meet in person. Many matters could be lost in translation over Holonet and he found holographic meetings might leave either party to forget or breeze by certain matters for the sake of abbreviating such interactions.

In face-to-face meetings, the lengths gone to take the journey made it more providential in execution. After all, who would wanna waste the time and fuel otherwise?

<"The Techno Union has a firm stance in...evening the playing field, as it may be stated. Not to get too political, of course."> He said, rather proud of the fact that so many Karovnogal, Technoid and Kuat Entralla systems had been employed in the countless deaths of Sith and Jedi throughout the Third Imperial Civil War and Second Hyperspace War.

When she spoke of design proposals, his hairless brows visibly raised in interest, extending a hand for the datapad which he thumbed through, revealing design sketches, blueprints and draft schematics. <"Ahh- very intriguing. I would most certainly be intrigued in seeing through the development of these."> He said before handing the datapad back over before he motioned the attendant protocol droid closer.

<"If you may please upload the designs to the droid and I will have them built-in to the tasking list of the Techno Union's research and development party. If you see it provident, you may also pass along the contact information of the relevant parties of the Commonwealth to more closely determine desired specifications for my personnel."> He said, not wishing to do the task himself lest he give the impression he might be prying where he shouldn't on the datapad. The servos of the protocol droid hissed with its automaton movement before it extended extended an arm, the hand all but splaying away to reveal a scomp link in its wrist.

<"These designs may very well be of interest to the Trade Defense Force, who will carry out much of the rigorous field testing before it is approved for final production. Would you have any qualms with such? Consider it a joint development effort by our respective organizations."> Tambor said.

 

[Ivalyn Yvarro]

Gat Tambor spoke of production licenses, supposed safeguards that would prevent the Commonwealth from seizing any facility producing ground assault vehicles or other assets manufactured with his assistance. Ivalyn said nothing more on the matter; after all, everyone was entitled to their opinions. Yet there was always that small voice in the back of her mind—a reminder that she could, at any time, enforce state control over any facility she deemed necessary.

So, with a polite smile, she let the matter drop. "Of course," she acknowledged simply, her tone cool and composed. "I believe negotiations will be fruitful for all parties involved."

The Dosuunian knew the Techno Union and by proxy the Trade Federation stood to gain a considerable foothold within the Commonwealth, a fact that was not to be taken lightly. "I can certainly empathize with the idea of an even playing field," she continued, allowing a beat of consideration before adding, "After all, one nation might stand tall today, only to be gone the next, such are the fickle solar winds."

Nations rose and fell, leaving in their wake devastation and a constant need to reinvent the wheel, as it were.

With practiced precision, Ivalyn uploaded the requested designs to the droid as designated by the Minister. She included her own contact information, as well as that of Field Marshal Ranulph Tarkin. Then she waited, watching with patient poise as Minister Tambor reviewed the information. The servos of the protocol droid hissed softly with their automated movements.

"Perhaps a caveat," she suggested, voice even, eyes fixed on the droid's flickering display. "That you test these designs here, in the Commonwealth. We are prepared to provide accommodations for your testing facilities as well as your personnel. Including, perhaps, a tax break to incentivize growth and progress." She paused, letting the offer settle, a subtle dance between graciousness and calculation. "Seeing as it would be a joint venture, as you so aptly put it, our engineers would be happy to assist in facilitating any necessary arrangements."

Her tone remained perfectly composed, every word deliberate and poised, the voice of the Commonwealth's Grand Vizier, a voice born to navigate both diplomacy and ambition.

Gat Tambor ​

 

[Gat Tambor]

HARNAIDAN, MUUNILINST
GALACTIC TRADE FEDERATION
902 ABY​

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T A M B O R
VICEROY
THE TRADE FEDERATION
Ivalyn Yvarro

게릴라​

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Tambor nodded, his fingers tapping against one another in contemplation as she spoke. He was at least, appreciative of her patience and professionalism, a trait not so common as one might believe within the corporate and political sector. <"I find such arrangements...to be...agreeable."> He said, nodding again. <"You must be conscious that I approach all negotiations with the aim of protecting the Trade Federation's assets and intellectual properties with all of our partners in business and commerce. But- rest assured, the Trade Federation has an interest in...protecting those it works with. Both in a litigation standpoint and, to an extent, politically."> Gat iterated to the woman, adjusting himself in his form-fitted seat.

<"My organization operates beyond the scope of economics...as politics...and warfare are all but proxy extensions of it."> He said before he motioned his protocol droid closer, plugging his datapad into the scomp link in its abdomen before he tapped away at it, passing information unto one of the holodiscs on a row on the opposite side of the scomp link protruding from the droid's abdomen, this very automaton seemingly uniquely constructed with the purpose of facilitating these sorts of business meetings. Both in that it acted as a server droid as well as a means of passing, storing and transferring information. Once the selected data points were uploaded unto the selected holodisc, the droid would approach Ivalyn with the servos of its limbs hissing with every step.

<"Your datapad, please, Miss Yvarro."> The Droid said in a robotic yet well mannered and respectful tone. Assuming it was handed over, the holodisc would be inserted and the datapad handed back to her. <"Thank you, Miss Yvarro."> The droid said before returning to Tambor's side.

<"Uploaded within is the contact and capabilities information regarding one of the Trade Federation's more...clandestine and militant partners. The aforementioned Mister Kroeger's 'Iron Legion'. They are a group of organized New Imperial Remnants under the bankroll of the Trade Federation, however, their services are for hire by trustworthy partners."> Tambor explained, the holodisc containing Kroeger's contact information along with the next three in line-of-succession to his command.

<"A resource that could be of use in future prospects that require a more...firm hand. Regardless, Miss Yvarro. Barring any further inquiries or proposals I believe we can consider our providential meeting...concluded. My office has the contact information of the relevant offices within the Commonwealth to begin the work in expeditious fashions. By no means consider this a farewell from Harnaidan proper if you choose to stay on Muunilinst, your ship will be seen to and accomodations will be provided."> Tambor offered, a hospitable host.

<"Otherwise, I bid you an uneventful jump back to the Commonwealth in any matter and the hopes of future dealings.">

 

[Ivalyn Yvarro]

Ivalyn listened with quiet attentiveness as Minister Tambor spoke, her gaze steady, her expression inscrutable. She observed the subtle motion of his fingers tapping together, perhaps in contemplation, or perhaps as a calculated habit. When he finally spoke, the response was measured and clear: they found the arrangements agreeable.

It was, at its core, a simple point, one any governing body, be it corporate, tribal, or otherwise, would assert: the need to protect one's assets, both physical and intellectual. "Of course," the Grand Vizier replied smoothly, offering a subtle nod of understanding as she continued to listen to the Skakoan with practiced diplomacy.

With the final terms exchanged, she uploaded the relevant materials to her datapad, ensuring all components of the agreement were in order. Minister Tambor proceeded to explain further contact protocols and capabilities, specifically with regard to Mister Kroeger. From what she gathered, the man led a well-established mercenary group.

She accepted the information without comment, though a faint unease stirred at the back of her mind. She hoped she would never need to act upon it—but circumstances of late had done little to indulge hope. "I am grateful for your time, Minister Tambor, and I look forward to continued cooperation between the Commonwealth and the Trade Federation."

Her voice remained poised, polished, firm but gracious in its finality.

With that, Ivalyn turned, her staff falling into step behind her. The Commonwealth crest shimmered faintly on her shoulder as she departed the meeting space, her heels striking the floor with the deliberate rhythm of a woman whose work was never truly finished.

Moments later, she ascended the ramp of her shuttle, bound for the quiet steel of Commonwealth space, carrying with her yet another thread in the complex weave of sovereignty, diplomacy, and survival.

[Fin]​