First Reply Money Corrupts Absolutely

[Aggadeen Myi]

THE IMPERIAL TREASURER
AGGADEEN IN THE GALACTIC EMPIRE vol. I
Issue #1 w/ Open to Interaction​

The Imperial Shuttle ramp descended with a quiet hiss, as the cloaked figure going by Mitel Finch stepped onto the polished durasteel landing pad. Behind him, two Imperial protocol droids followed at a respectful distance, their polished frames reflecting the dim glow of the resort's ambient lighting.

Finch paused, turning slightly to address them in a low, measured tone. "Remember," he said, his voice barely above a whisper, "I was never here. If questioned, you are accompanying a private investor conducting business under the name Mitel Finch. No records, no traces."

The droids bowed their heads in unison, their photoreceptors dimming slightly in acknowledgment. "Understood, Master Finch," they replied in perfect sync.

Satisfied, Finch adjusted the hood of his dark cloak, ensuring his face remained obscured, and made his way toward the lounge area of the Aspre Plunge.

The resort was an impressive steel and transparisteel structure that spanned the height of the cliff before dropping into the surf and plunging into an underwater ravine 100 meters deep. It would be the perfect location to hash out an agreement with an interested party for access to the Deep Core.

The lounge was nearly empty at this hour, save for a few well-dressed patrons sipping on exotic beverages. Finch chose a secluded booth near a panoramic window overlooking Spira's glittering cityscape.

He sat with his back to the wall, his gloved hands resting on the table, fingers tapping idly against the polished surface. A protocol droid glided over, its voice smooth and servile. "May I bring you a refreshment, sir?"

Finch waved a dismissive hand. "Corellian whiskey." as the droid offered a bow and departed to the service counter. Mitel was in no rush to leave the establishment for there was much work to be done and the farther he was away from Coruscant the better in his opinion.
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[Makar Clyne]

The Aspre Plunge was filled with all types of tourists and businessmen, but one stood out amongst the crowd. A massively tall figure in a red and gold outfit befitting his Epicanthix heritage. This was Makar's version of subtlety, for his chances of blending in were always going to be close to zero. He wasn't here for the casino or the various attractions anyway, this was about business.

A new power had taken the deep core, and Cerberus Fleet wanted in. Before, he had to cut through Alliance Space using old hyperlanes and trade routes long forgotten. Now though, there was a chance to make a deal with the new superpower on the block. It was risky cutting deals with Imperials, as their rigid and authoritarian disposition usually led them to crack down on piracy, but The Fleet needed a boost, and war made strange deals like this possible.

"Greetings my friend," Makar said, quickly taking a seat in "I must say, you chose quite the interesting place for our meeting. Neutral ground is always a good idea."

Small talk and secrets were never something Makar dealt with, he was always direct with what he wanted. Today, he wanted to broker a deal with the Empire, and hopefully continue the downward spiral of The Alliance. Their fleets were in disarray, and The Core was now in a power struggle for dominance. There were some remnants of the Alliance navy on the fringes of The Core, but they were dying embers. The last gasp of a once bright flame, one Makar would take great pleasure in snuffing out.