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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.

 

[Yaeger Sularen]

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.

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

"Freighter 75349, this is Station Control we have received your confirmation. You are clear to dock."

The station's air control tower received the transmission and monitored the freighter as it was entering the dock. The unloading team arrived into the hanger as it made its descent. A lieutenant had walked up beside Damos with a data pad that had a Proof of Delivery. It was necessary to make sure the Diarchy wasn't being cheated with getting the wrong or broken materials. Without the form, the Diarchy couldn't claim the contents as its own. An inspection team was waiting to check the freighter's carrier component before giving the form as Damos eagerly waited.

 

[Yaeger Sularen]

LOCATION⠀|	The Sarlacc Lair
OBJECTIVE⠀|	Gettin' Papers Together

Yaeger was one to always have his chit together. Shipping Durasteel was an easy job, usually, but Imps were always particular about this sort of thing. Pulling a binder out of his cockpit's locker, he opened it up to a massive stack of paperwork. Everything you might need to be on the up and up with pencil pushers.

Landing was a cinch. Dealing with Imperial Officers? Not so much. As his freighter came down, he let the autopilot do the landing while he walked to the loading ramp.

Time to put on a smile and shmooze your way through, Yaeger.

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The freighter had landed, Damos and his subordinates had walked to the loading ramp with the loader droids, inspection crew, and the officer with the data pad. No need for stormtroopers, the lightsaber at Damos's hilt was all that was needed.

He let the officer beside him do all the talking, "Welcome to Orbital Station Fulcrum, please present your title, registration, bill of lading, and cab card. While you're doing so our inspection crew will go through your vehicle to examine the cargo to ensure all the requested materials have arrived safely."