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Illyria ~ Azurine City ~ Royal Meeting Hall

The King of Illyria gazed out the large windows within the palace's main hall. The hall was relatively quiet, aside from the servants setting a table of refreshments and hor d'oeurves. The smell of fresh caf filled the hall as the morning sun washed over the palace. Adron's eyes remained firmly fastened at the sight of Azurine City, his amethyst eyes appreciating the subtle differences of what Azurine was in comparison to what it had been. One of the palace servants approached the King, holding a plate with a single clear cup of Caf. "Good morning, your majesty. It seems it will be a beautiful day today. No warmed than seventy-eight degrees and no rain." The young woman said with a bright smile upon her face. Adron did not regard her for a moment, yet finally he exited the depths of his mind and turned to the young girl, taking the cup of caf from the plate into his hands. He sipped the Caf to make sure it was properly brewed before nodding at the young woman.

When Adron looked over Azurine he saw something that pointedly stuck out to him. Progress. His eyes took note of the areas of the city that were yet under construction. In the past six months the city limits had been extended out into the rolling green fields surrounding Azurine so that the City Proper could be enlarged. It was actually that expansion that prompted Adron to set a meeting with two singular individuals.

The first?

Daegon Corvinus . He was a man who Adron had long since acknowledged as one of the few bright individuals in the Viceroyalty. There had been several times where Adron head the man speak and find wisdom falling from his words. It was also a boon to Adron's plans that the man held significant sway with the production of Bacta in the known universe.

The next guest? Someone with a promising future in The Confederacy. Not unlike

Palm-Imer she was an ambitious young woman with a vision for her planet's future. She had merely needed a bit of guidance in the execution of that future.

With these two there would be the chance for something not commonly seen in the Confederacy of Independent Systems. A political shift. In many worlds the common practice of government is Democratic in nature, very few are held through total dictatorship. However, there are a number of worlds who toe the line. Worlds like Illyria where the privileged few are properly groomed and trained to lead the many. Worlds where the masses revere those above them, not merely for blood and title, but for the benefits of the system placed before them. For too long have Governments bounced their heads around as if it was child's whim to see it so. Now was time for a new chapter, a chapter that would shake the very foundation of the Confederacy. The Aristocratic Party of the Confederacy would be an organization that strive to bring their ways into prominence.

Adron turned from the window he'd been gazing out of when one of the servants approached him once again. "Your majesty. Your guests have arrived." The King held the empty cup of caf out to the woman, who accepted it with a silent nod.

The main doors to the Hall were thrown open, allowing Daegon and Mila access to the Main Hall. The Exarch turned to them, taking measured steps down the large hall until he was a few short steps from the pair. "Welcome to Illyria. I am glad to see the both of you were able to arrive here after such short notice. Please, join me." He offered his hand towards the table that had been set with refreshments for their meeting. "Time is short until the next assembly of the Viceroyalty so I urge you both to listen to my words carefully. If we find ourselves in an accord there will be much business to discuss soon." As the King took a seat across from the others, a servant quickly came to fill his flute with a golden wine. His amethyst eyes glanced over the liquid before turning to the two he'd called here. "There has been a notable stagnation in the Confederacy. A hole. This hole is something that only those with a certain vision can see filled. We have worlds with seemingly endless resources that yet remained untapped. Industries spanning whole systems that hold no presence outside of a few planets. Worlds where the citizenry are in squalor and decay because of mere logistical hiccups. The Viceroyalty have done all they can as a collective being to fill these holes, however the capacity for such things seem to dwindle as The Confederacy grows. That is why I have brought you both here. Within The Confederacy there are a handful of worlds. Rich worlds who have the funds to open the gates of commerce and trade within the Confederacy. These worlds need only the proper stage to perform on." He told them.

"That is why, here and now, I would like to found the Party for Systemic Aristocracy AND within The Confederacy. The Noble Houses that have led entire worlds and systems to prominence will band together inside the halls of the government. Together, we can push for something that our government has never truly known. Economic prominence."

Daegon Corvinus · Aug 14, 2020

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Daegon was not foolish enough to turn down a meeting with an Exarch, especially one with the reputation such as the one Adron Malvern seemed to have. His ascension to the seat, subsequent vacating of it, and journey back to it, was an interesting one. If only for that reason, Daegon agreed to make the trip from Thyferra to Illyria. Daegon never traveled alone, never did business alone. There was always someone with him at his side or watching from the living quarters on the Corvinus Yacht.

Seraphina Corvinus would be in his ear always. Her voice on whatever it was the Sith King wished to discuss would always be open.

There was another meant to join them, Mila Karr, the recently appointed Queen of Naboo. The death of the previous queen was too timely, too suspect for a man like Daegon to simply wave away as some assassination by radicalized separatists. Whatever explanation was given, Daegon knew there was more to the story than anyone was willing to admit. The Demon figured this queen knew more than she would tell, and was much more at the center of it.

Daegon smiled. He was among like minded people, or at least those who did not mind dirtying their hands to see their goals accomplished. Only one question mattered.

Did their goals align?

The speech was well enough, but there was one problem. While Thyferra seemed to have untapped resources, they also were still rebuilding. Much of the wealth Thyferra produced went right back into the terraforming projects Thyferra continued to work on. Their world had been ravaged twice by the hands of the Sith, and Daegon had promised the people it would be restored. Why should he divert resources away from his promise to help a Confederacy that was stagnant because of the decisions made by the Vicelord, or letters from the desk of one who was no longer an Exarch. The Southern Systems were in danger of their own hubris, and if this Exarch did not see it, then they would not get far in their talks.

Naturally Daegon did not wish to speak until he had heard everything, so he simply took the goblet which had been presented him. The man was more inclined to choose a red wine, but whatever it was the Exarch had offered had been in goodwill. Deagon would not refuse. A small swish of the liquid in the glass was made before the contents of it were given a sample. His head nodded in approval toward the king as the glass was raised slightly to indicate the Demon approved of the selection.

"You have not skimped on what is most important for this meeting," was the only answer Daegon would give to the matter before them at the moment.

At times wisdom was knowing when not to speak, and let something percolate on the air. This Exarch wanted to move quickly, he wanted to make an agreement in what seemed like haste. His reasons and motives were not wrong, or even illogical, but the pace was fast. The two were still strangers to him, to Seraphina. How he wished his friend

Derek Dib were well and of his own mind. The tragedy of Olanet had cost all of them dearly. Perhaps it was that tragedy which Daegon would use as his reason to agree with everything the Exarch said, but the root cause would need to be addressed before the day was done.

"This no light thing you propose..." Daegon finally spoke to the matter. "You do know you will not have Thyferra's answer until I have consulted with Seraphina on the matter?"

There were those who frowned upon the power Daegon gave the woman. Her name was spoken among the halls of the Viceroyalty as much as Daegon's, but not all appreciated the influence Daegon allowed. He was the Viceroy after all. Yet, for Daegon, he knew no other way to be. They were together in all things, never apart. They had all seen him at his worst when the Angel of Thyferra remained in a bacta tank. Even then he had refused to leave her side, opting to project into the assemblies. This was another test. Could those in the room accept the way in which Daegon operated, would they accept Seraphina's voice as much as his? After all, they shared on voice on these matters. Regardless of who spoke, they were one voice.

"Still, we must discuss the current state of the Southern Systems, and perhaps the Viceroyalty itself. Your other guest is still rather new to it all I would suppose."

Saraya Arenais · Aug 16, 2020

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Adron Malvern -

Power felt good.

Since the untimely death of her predecessor her rise through the ranks of Naboo had gone in the blink of an eye. Panic had been the overwhelming vibe of the palace from the moment her body had been discovered in her rooms. Not a single soul within those hallowed walls walked them with less than a deeply concerned expression on their face. Mila had manged to join in, but in the sanctity of her own room? There was a permanent smile on her face. A beaming one that sang in harrowing, unabashed tones of what this death had brought her.

The mantle of Queen. Unadulterated power. The forbidden taste of accomplishment through nefarious means. Though she had neither expected it nor wished for it, the latter achievement was the sweetest of them all. For too long, Mila had been content to play the unassuming innocence she projected to the public. For too long, she had allowed it to become the dominating part of her personality. The side that was unable to do anything but watch with wide doe eyes, a picture of perfect grace, as the elections came and went, leaving nothing but disappointment in her wake. It had almost been allowed to swallow her whole.

Until she’d met Adron. A man who, without prompting, saw through that face and sought to remind it of what it hid behind. Of the true politician that lay waiting for its chance to strike. It had taken her an hour, if not less, to reveal to him the idea that had been brewing in her mind. It had taken him less than a minute to decide that he was willing to help.

A shuttle swung low over the imposing mountains of Illyria, dodging skilfully between the sheer walls and rocky peaks toward the heart of the wealthy and illustrious planet. For Mila, this was the beginning. Her first official excursion as monarch. Granted nothing formal had been accomplished. Yet. There was still the funeral, and the mourning period. That was the whole reason she was garbed in nothing but brooding ebony silks. They did not seem to suit the angelic face gazing idly from the window, but everyone who came from Naboo wore similar. They all believed it to be a radical separatist movement, and for all intents and purposes, it was. Only she, Adron and one other were party to the truth, and that was the way it would stay until the secret died with the three of them.

“We have arrived, your highness.” The grumbling tone cut through the silence that had held the ship in a choke hold since they’d departed Naboo. Mila stirred, enough to cause the silks to shift noisily against her seat. Mila was not one to turn down an invitation from a King, or an Exarch, or an ally. Adron happened to be all three. Before too long, Mila found herself following a chipper young woman down a corridor. Toward the smell of freshly brewed caf and delicious fresh baked Illyrian delicacies. She joined Adron and one other at the table, someone she had only heard mention of or seen on a screen, but never had the pleasure of meeting personally. Daegon Corvinus.

It wasn’t too long ago that Mila had watched his young wife and the Viceroy of Siskeen being shot down on camera for the Galaxy to see. A shame, though Mila had heard whispers they had both survived. So perhaps lucky, rather than a shame.

Mila took the cup of hot caf gratefully, displaying one of the smiles she kept for the public. Gracious and grateful, and just enough to illuminate her face, but the façade quickly fell as Adron began to talk. He reeled off a proposal that Mila could only consider interesting, though much like the other guest she was hesitant to agree to anything from start. What he did offer amused Mila greatly, but she said nothing of it. Some worked better in a team. Mila could fault it till she turned blue in the face, but she wasn’t here to argue or discuss the intricacies of how Daegon ran Thyferra “I fail to see how this could do any harm to Naboo, or myself, but I do wonder what benefit it presents.” She raised a brow, slowly, but purposefully. “Of course, I can clearly see the many benefits it would provide the Confederacy without much need to go into detail about it. But beyond wealth, which you have already mentioned we all possess in droves, what will any of this bring to Naboo?”

Once finished with her input, she turned her attention to the demon by her side. “Rather new, yes, but a quick learner.” Placing her cup back on the china plate, Mila cast her soft brown gaze at Daegon. “I make a point of keeping up with current affairs. I’m more than sure I’ll be able to keep up with this. There is an untold amount of turmoil in these systems as of late. The Agents attack being only the tip of an iceberg of chaos that can’t quite be quantified, but what will talk of the viceroy accomplish?” It seemed to be a genuine question. What could an exarch and two viceroy do about a well-established subsect of the Confederate government? It had to be said, Adron had more power than the two of them put together with many thanks to his position, but surely not the power to shift the innerworkings of a government.

Adron Malvern · Aug 18, 2020

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Once his guests had taken their seats and Adron delivered his words of introduction to them the true meeting could begin. As Daegon spoke of his wife and their shared command over their world, Adron nodded in a silent understanding. He could not fault a man for holding his wife as trusted council. In some ways such a thing was to be expected in the more civilized parts of society.

The man's eyes turned towards the newly elected Queen of Naboo's when her words fell from her lips. There was a certain smile that came to the man's lips as he listened to Mila's question. He sipped from his flute before settling the glass back on the table and lightly clearing his throat. "Naboo is the center of The Confederacy." He stated. "It enjoys the benefit of no small amount of renown for this. However the prominence of Naboo ends at being the capitol of The Confederacy. Do not get me wrong, the planet is famously beautiful and has held prominence in the galaxy in the past. However, it has also maintained a stagnancy that has stretched over the past few centuries without fault. There exists a place in history for all those who do participate in this venture. Prominence in politics, economy, and trade. These are things any planet require if they wish to set their sights higher than they have ever been."

When the two spoke of the current state of the systems, Adron took his wine glass in his hands. "The current state of the Systems is perfect." He said simply. "Perfect for the people? No. Perfect for the government? No. However they are perfect for what we intend to do. By binding the economy of the more prominent systems together then we can steer the path to rebuilding and strengthening our infrastructure. We can influence and provide Viceroys the means to boost their planetary security. The Agents of Chaos have taken us for fools for too long and we've sat around debating like fools. The Viceroyalty holds the power of legislation, however with our combined strength we will reinforce the needs of our people."

The Exarch looked to Daegon pointedly. "The bacta that your world supplies the Southern Systems will be pivotal. Medical, military, and civilian contracts alike will flood our system and you will use that leverage to pool our strength. Essentially you will hold our economic sway. I will provide significant sway in the Halls of the Viceroyalty, so much as I am able without overstepping the inhibitions of my station as Exarch. With the Viceroyalty and the Economy in our hands it will be a simple matter to turn things around." He gestured towards the young Queen happily. "Especially with the face of the movement being the young Queen of Naboo. Regardless of its prominence, Naboo has always held something that the galaxy loves and adores, innocence. The pure figure that the world represents is enough to make other planets wish and hope for a place among us." The man clasped his hands together before looking to the two of them curiously.

"As it stands the Viceroyalty is ripe for our growth, and in time our presence will even act as a catalyst to the selection of the next Vicelord." He told the group. "We will pick our allies and stances well and I have no doubt we will succeed."

Daegon Corvinus · Aug 21, 2020

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"Her economy is already in my hands," Daegon said with a quick retort. "There are not many worlds which produce resources the entire galaxy demands, and while some governments experiment to find ways to be rid of the monopoly I hold recent wars have served to make Thyferra more profitable."

Daegon sighed slightly. It seemed the Exarch had already thought every bit of the movement through, counting on Daegon's agreement for the alliance. The question was not whether this was good for the Confederacy, but rather was this beneficial for Thyferra. He always put his own people above the needs of any government, but one thing Exarch Malvern did say piqued Daegon's interest. They would in fact choose the next Vicelord. There would be contention should such a decision need to be made, but for one like Daegon who was always looking to increase his influence and standing, this was perhaps a smart move.

The Demon turned and studied the young queen. She was more than she appeared, and not the innocent she wished to portray. If this was the game she wanted to play, however, Daegon would oblige for the moment.

"You may be a quick learner, but still lacking experience nonetheless. Are you willing to get your hands dirty? Not everything can be passed off or blamed on others. If the Exarch wishes for you to be the face, then you will be the one to take the most heat. It is the way of things."

His focus turned to the King of Illyria once more.

"Binding Thyferra's economy to others is a risk. Much of the resources we have are invested in terraforming those places which were devastated by the Sith Wars. We are still rebuilding, and to divert from Thyferra anymore than I have would cause problems for me at home. Tell me how you would propose that such a thing be done while still keeping the promises I have made to the citizens of Thyferra?"

The question was fair. And in regards to the new queen, Daegon wanted to know who he would be working with. This was not just a meeting to agree to do a thing, it was a meeting to see how such a thing could be done. In the end if there was no benefit to Thyferra or Daegon, he would not be interested. So far, Exarch Malvern had his attention.

There was one final point to address.

The Agents of Chaos.

"The Agents of Chaos are the iceberg. Their distaste for the Confederacy rather personal as well, as is mine for them." Daegon said to Mila before turning back to Adron. "Whether we like it or not, the Confederacy is at war, so how much of our effort will be spent on a war machine rather than the planets you wish to invest in, Exarch Malvern."

Saraya Arenais · Aug 27, 2020

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Mila had yet to work out the measure of Adron. Yes, there had to have been some form of trust in their relationship for Mila to have divulged her plans to him. But it wasn’t the trust developed over years of friendship, no. This trust stemmed from the fact that they shared a similar aspiration. The Queen of Naboo was already well aware that Adron was a man who would do anything to accomplish his goals, she was proof of it. If anything, that cemented knowledge should have made him untrustworthy. It did, in some ways.

Mila wasn’t a fool. If she or anyone else got in his way she had no doubt they would find themselves six feet under, but for now… They were on the same side.

A slender raven brow rose in the direction of the Exarch as she spoke. “Naboo is the centre of the Confederacy, and yes. The benefits of this great honour have gone a long way to putting Naboo on the map again, but I don’t want Naboo to be remembered as “The Capital of the Confederacy”. This stagnancy you speak of still remains, and it will until I or those who come after me do something to change that.”

Could this aristocratic union be the thing that shook the cobwebs from the corners of Naboo? The way Adron was presenting it, Mila was of the mind that it would. He had successfully baited the young Queen’s interest, now all that was left to do was reel it in.

Adron pressed on.

An incredulous gaze formed in her ebony eyes. “Me?” She had not meant to sound so doubtful of the idea, but the words had formed that way regardless. There was no secret amongst those gathered at the table today that Mila had spent some portion of her time cultivating a certain appearance. The young, naïve, quiet Queen. The picture of perfect innocence and grace. Just as the Queen of Naboo should have been. In some ways, she was inclined to agree with the idea, but in others, she protested it fervently. Adron would have been more suited. A face people knew and recognized. Admired, even. Daegon would have been a better choice too, his wife being the face of the movement that brought Siskeen back into the Confederacy.

Daegon was rightly concerned when Adron brought up the subject of economy. No great nation liked to part with anything in their purses. “I believe there may be an elegant solution to that.” Mila cast her gaze quickly toward Adron, before drawing it back to Daegon. “Both Illyria and Naboo are nations well off in their own right, neither of which have been affected by war in the same why Thyferra or the other nations of the Confederacy have. A generous, charitable donation from both of them would be enough to cover the costs of Thyferra’s reconstruction, which in turn would no doubt increase your profit margins. We may even wish to capitalize on the recent wars that have plagued us and make further donations to the planets which have been most affected. Ryloth, Rodia, Talay…” If they were going to be basing this party on good public relations, this was as good a place to start as any.

“I find most of the disreputable politics, and indeed many wars, begin with personal vendettas, Viceroy Corvinus. We need not focus on war, or invest in war machines, but rather on the outcome of war and what we can do as a party to relieve the Confederacy’s suffering.” Mila pressed her lips together for a brief moment, considering her next words carefully. “As for getting my hands dirty… If both you and Exarch Malvern feel I would be best suited to this role then I will accept it readily. You may think I have experienced little in the way of heat, but I can assure you of my ability to handle the fire.”

Adron Malvern · Aug 29, 2020

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The Exarch did not care to dispute Daegon's words. The man was correct. As Thyferra was the leading producer of Bacta in the galaxy it held a certain leverage due that status. It was the sole reason the world was to be coveted by The Confederacy. Still, there were other producers of Bacta and Kolto, yet none in the realm of the Southern Systems could match Thyferra who had been managing the trade for hundreds of years. The man took a flute of wine into his hands once again, downing a bit more of the liquid before turning his eyes to Mila. Perhaps she had been surprised by the maneuver but she was the most apparent choice.

"The Queen of Naboo, yes I can think of no other face for this union more befitting our goals." He said, simply before Daegon produced his bid of qualm with the notion of their alliance.

Mila's words caused the Exarch to lower his flute for a moment. She was a wise woman and saw the galaxy from a practical view. While her own idea was not exactly what Adron had considered, it was close enough for him to raise his flute in an appreciative gesture. "I believe there is a certain way this can be done with a bit of class. Look at it as a transaction. We are temporarily purchasing stake in when and where the Bacta of Thyferra will flow. The cost of this influence will be split between the Queen of Naboo and myself." He said, holding his hands out to the other two in a mediating manner.

"If ever you feel a need to pull your support, then it can be done in such a manner that will not harm any of us independently. Yet, the result will be the same, prosperity for all. Thyferra gains a notable boost in her reconstruction budget and we will have the influence of the bacta industry. As the Queen has stated, planets like Ryloth, Rodia, and Talay would serve as perfect examples of our influence. Flood them with bacta, commerce, and we will also be able to take control of nearly every market of influence and wealth those planets have. The investments will be nothing when compared to the return. Financially speaking, our party will reign over those three planets, naturally bringing them into our fold and under an umbrella of progress. Something that is lacking in these parts as of late."

Daegon's next question was no less practical than the first. The Agents of Chaos.

"Until recently The Confederacy, myself included, decided to treat the Agents of Chaos as simple terrorists who could be easily routed with smear campaigns and fear tactics. Everyone in the Office of the Vicelord has realized the foolishness behind this approach. However, dismantling the Agents of Chaos is not a matter of finance, but focus. We have treated them like rebels and dissidents when we should be treating them for what they are. Many of their members have ties to our own ranks, severed ties but ties nonetheless. Our party will make the annihilation of the Agents of Chaos one of our main focal points. A focal point I myself will consistently push for." He promised them.

Daegon Corvinus · Sep 3, 2020

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Daegon remained quiet as the young queen explained her desire to see Naboo remembered for more than being the Capitol of the Confederacy. Those should have been the least of her concerns given the planet's common place in galactic history, though Daegon could not fault her for the concern entirely. It came from a similar place as Daegon's desire to see the restoration efforts of Thyferra continue unimpeded by any interruption. Perhaps this meeting was nothing more than a distraction, but Deagon had agreed to it, so he would see it through. On thing was certain.

The more they talked the less interested Daegon was becoming.

Despite the insinuation the pair could proceed with the plan without Daegon's involvement, it was a question of whether they could start without it. If they were truly as independently wealthy as they claimed, then why did they need his influence to begin? Was this party about control of the lesser developed worlds, or truly for the benefit of the Southern Systems? There was nothing wrong with the economic development of other worlds, but it would come at a cost. It was foolish to think one party could control all the wealth or economies of planets that by rights of the Charter were sovereign. It was a dangerous game which Adron was playing at.

"And what is preventing you from simply sending relief funds to these worlds which have been devastated now? What is so important about my involvement that Thyferra must sign on?"

The Demon paused, and looked at the pair with a quizzical look.

"So far what you have pitched to me is giving up my say in where the bacta of my company flows and when it will do so. Xucphra Corporation is separated from the government itself. While I may be the planetary leader and the owner of the Xucphra Corporation, there are laws which keep them wholly unconnected. So the real question seems to be which hat are you asking me to wear, because I have no intention of selling corporate interest to a political entity of any kind."

Daegon raised the glass of wine to his lips. Anything else which had been said, or anything else Daegon could answer, was of little import or consideration until this one question had been answered.

Would Daegon benefit from such an agreement, perhaps, but not any more so than private investments of the same kind would yield. Xucphra already had a method of handling charitable donations in regards to the bacta it provided to war torn planets within the Confederacy. His government contracts ensured a steady supply of credits for such things. The influence he already had was significant, however, politics aside, the question they asked was one of business first.

Saraya Arenais · Sep 7, 2020

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Mila did not want to speak of the Agents of Chaos. They were a minor inconvenience in the timeline of the Confederacy. They had faced more fearsome foes. They had faced enemies that could have crumbled them from within. The Agents were nothing. Pathetic children kicking up a fuss over incorrect perceptions of how the Confederacy worked. To Mila, they did not warrant any further discussion than the one that had already taken place in the viceroy chambers. Unless the Agents came to attack Naboo directly, she couldn’t honestly say she cared about them. At least, not half as much as the other viceroy seemed too.

“I believe that would be a waste of time and resources.” She commented to Exarch Malvern as when he finished. “The Agents are nothing in comparison to some of the greater threats we face in the galaxy and I have no doubt they will fade into the shadows soon enough. I would not want to waste Naboo’s resources on attempting to do what will happen naturally.”

When Daegon spoke again, the young Queen almost rolled her eyes. Was the answer not obvious? If it was obvious to her, surely it should have been obvious to Daegon?

“You raise a good point, Viceroy Daegon, but one that I would have expected from a different source. I believe you have sorely misunderstood what we’re offering.” Mila had assumed he was a businessman. How else did one come to own one of the most profitable businesses in the galaxy? “Profit.” She said simply. “Naboo and Illyria will not profit from donating the funds to help rebuild Rodia and Ryloth. The public relations are a reward in their own right, but nothing tangible comes from it. Donating to Thyferra will afford us both. And as Exarch Malvern has said, it would be as though we were purchasing stocks in the bacta market. I myself have no business ventures and have no desire to acquire any anytime soon. The majority of the shares would remain with the owner of the Xucphra Corporation, of course.”

Mila pressed her lips together for a brief moment as she considered her next words, but she wouldn’t allow the silence to stretch for too long. “So far what we have pitched to you is an offer to free up your profit margins in exchange for some direction on where you send the bacta.” She too availed herself of a sip of wine as she continued. “An idea that’s been bouncing around the council of Naboo for a while now is a galactic wide public health service. This would benefit greatly from bacta donations, and should you choose to accept the funding from Naboo and Illyria the donations could hardly be considered charitable. Not only would you and Thyferra and the Xucphra Corporation benefits from excellent public relations, you wouldn’t be missing a single credit, and Thyferra would be whole again.”

“Naboo would also be willing to offer Xucphra Corp a contract for supplying the service with bacta for the foreseeable future. I shouldn’t need to express what you could gain from this; a galactic wide health service will need a constant and heavy supply of bacta and no doubt Thyferra would prosper greatly from it.” She failed to see the downside here, but as she had stated, she was no businesswoman. You could bury your head in books and numbers for centuries, but true knowledge came from tangible experience. Mila had none. Her gaze trailed from the demon viceroy to the opulent exarch. “But, as Viceroy Daegon has already expressed in regard to his wife, all of this is something I will have to bring up with the council. Though I must admit the whole idea is appealing, and I fail to see the council having any immediate objections.”

A very political way of saying we’ll see. Though she was Queen, Mila could not promise the involvement of Naboo without approval from the council.

Adron Malvern · Sep 10, 2020

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