The Iron Fist
Ben Craig
Director of The Military Department of Advanced Weapons Research; Vice-Secretary of State; CEO of N&Z Umbrella Corporation
Location: Sposia , Local Embassy , Control RoomDirector of The Military Department of Advanced Weapons Research; Vice-Secretary of State; CEO of N&Z Umbrella Corporation
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The official Zweihander Union Sposia governmental center had just been completed. It was a true marvel. Comprised of over a dozen different sized buildings with unique purposes each one was handcrafted. Crafting styling were modeled after the Chiss who lived there. Ben Craig had been on Sposia for little over a week now, overseeing the construction of a N&Z Umbrella Corporation research facility. The newest addition to a long line of research facilities springing up all across Union territory. Currently, he was located in the secure control room of the Sposia embassy. A chiseled marble building with towering columns lining the perimeter of the building. It was yet another busy work day, the room bustling with activity.
"Sir, a level 5 class message for you." Ben nodded to the comms officer and took the message. A representative of a relatively unknown species contacting the Union and requesting a meeting. "Pull up everything we have on this Wryu species. Send it to my datapad." The officer nodded and in an instant Ben's device chimed, the message being received. "Hm.." Ben mumbled to himself. There wasn't much on the file except that the Wryu were nomadic and sentient. "Alright, send the representative in to conference room #B894B" Ben walked out, his two black clad troopers following him silently.
