King of Naboo
Location: Director Rennar's Office, Theed Royal Palace, Naboo
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Damos Rennar
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Alban Roble
Boot heels clicked against the surface of Director Renner's desk, a blatant disrespect for the High Republic's military command that Aurelian wore like a badge of honor. He leaned back, lacing his fingers behind his head while the Bothan director shifted uncomfortably nearby. This entire summit was an exercise in futility. When Aurelian had occupied the interim Chancellor's seat, Admiral
Rhys Gorne
had promised a war arsenal capable of shielding the entire galaxy. Yet, under the rigid, cautious hands of Chancellor
Dominique Vexx
and Renner, the grand Republic war machine had stalled into bureaucracy. Threats multiplied while the fleet dwindled.Naboo would not burn on his watch, even if he had to fund its defense out of his own deep pockets. That resolve alone kept him in this stifling room, enduring a parade of mediocre defense contractors. Four bids had already dragged by, each more underwhelming than the last.
"PGEM has completely stalled, Director," Aurelian said. He didn't look at Renner, keeping his eyes on his own datapad. "Please take this next bid seriously."
A soft chime echoed through the office as the heavy doors slid open. Representatives from Roble Manufacturing stepped into the light. They were the fifth presentation of the afternoon, easily the strongest on the docket, and notoriously expensive.
Aurelian's lips curved into a smile as he finally lowered his feet to the floor. "They aren't cheap, but they are the best we have left. Let's see if they can actually build something worth buying."
