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With Yaga Minor being a shipyard world, it was a huge win for the Diarchy to increase their naval production. But besides being a military world, Yaga Minor was an essential civilian world as a hub for manufacturing and Damos was not willing to miss out on optimizing the planet's infrastructure to make sure it was up to date with modern industrial processes. Diarchy Logistics has been hard at work developing and renovating the planet to be on par with other worlds that have been assimilated into the Diarchy. Building materials have been the main import, Damos preferred to act through small outfits and independent suppliers. He didn't trust larger supply companies with the amount of fees they would charge, only until that supplier would offer a discount if the Diarchy worked exclusively with them. As much as Damos respected private interests, he worked with a lot of folks who thought they were big fish in a small pond. It was expensive, but less of a headache all the same.

The new galactic financial quarter was up, and Damos had put in a new order for building materials at Yaga Minor. Damos oversaw the delivery personally, considering he was already planetside and he was the most senior officer, so he might as well do his own dirty work. Damos waited in the landing bay for the truck to enter.

 

LOCATION⠀|The Sarlacc Lair
OBJECTIVE⠀|Package Delivery


Delivering to Imperials was always a tricky thing. Not just those of the sith variety, but any kind. They all loved bureaucracy, and more than anything, paperwork. Yaeger however, was a seasoned hauler, and knew better than to go anywhere without the right papers. Passport, official visas, destination papers, exfil papers, anything he might need as he exited hyperspace, waiting for the inevitable Tie escort, or whatever variant this empire used.

It was routine, it was simple.

"Old Glory, Freighter Number 75349 requesting landing perms. Destination Shipyard 334, Docking Bay 2. Starting holding pattern outside of shipyard until perms are accepted."

His voice was a little scraggly, but it made through the old radio. Probably shouldn't have gone to that karaoke last night.

Damos Vakaro Damos Vakaro |⠀TAGS
 

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