"Paper Tiger"
[ OUTFIT ]✦[ TAKING CARE OF BUSINESS ]✦
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Danger Arceneau
Ivalyn Yvarro
Judah Dashiell
Braze
Alex Stern
Prystill Oasay
Supisy Blen
Ronhar Tane
Illithor Du'thra
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Everette listened carefully to what everyone was saying and offering... He held a fairly neutral expression, showing neither agreement nor dissent, as he heard each proposal laid out in turn. Food at scale, orbital support, environmental recovery, infrastructure, and labor frameworks… the room was not lacking for capability, that much became clear within the first few minutes.
His gaze lowered briefly as he took out a small datapad and jotted down a few notes...
The Imperial Remnant had made its needs known, but only in a broad outline. What remained absent was the structure required to answer them properly: a defined scope, a requested volume, a workable timetable, and clear benchmarks by which performance could be measured. Until those terms were established, what stood before the room was less a formal undertaking than an open-ended appeal.
This was not how contracts of this scale were generally conducted.
Everette had spent far too many years drafting, negotiating, and enforcing agreements across systems to mistake this for anything resembling a formal procurement process. Governments did not typically gather suppliers and invite them to speak freely into open air, hoping the strongest offer would emerge by instinct alone. They defined requirements, set thresholds, or at the very least established structured accountability before inviting responses.
Here… they were being asked to improvise.
Worse still, there lingered the unspoken expectation that those gathered might begin competing downward… pressing against one another in pursuit of the most appealing bid, the fastest promise, or the lowest cost. As though the solution to Mahporeem's condition lay in forcing some of the most capable corporate entities in the known regions to undercut one another in a room built on urgency.
Everette found the premise… inefficient. Competition had value... but misplaced competition was waste.
The problem that now stood before Mahporeem was no longer a scarcity of solutions, but rather fragmentation of efforts. Each main need had already been accounted for by those present. To force those capabilities into opposition would fracture the effort...
His attention lifted again, moving across the room as
"Mr. Dashiell is right about the labor question. An idle population becomes a hostile one. Putting them to work clearing salvage, recovering value from it, and feeding that value back into the restoration effort is a good idea."
He looked to Ronhar directly.
"But labor alone is not enough for your problems… My advice to you is straightforward: you require supply, reclamation, infrastructure, and wages operating within the same districts, at the same time. Not in isolation."
His gaze moved briefly across those present.
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If you were to select a limited number of districts and stabilize them in phases; bring in supply first, and begin cleanup at once, and build as the ground becomes usable, it would help in tying labor into each stage so the work sustains its own momentum.
Perhaps with a centralize intake and distribution so nothing is wasted and no district is neglected.
If sustained throughput becomes your constraint, Star Bazaar can deploy modular orbital stations to support refueling, cargo staging, and traffic regulation, while its associated companies manage routing, procurement, civilian distribution, and transport coordination.
He set out a small device to offer
There is, however, a broader consideration I would like addressed before offering hard numbers... Historically, Imperial recovery efforts have been… efficient.... centralized.... and purpose-driven... Mahporeem, once stabilized, will represent a significant and capable population... It would be prudent for those of us investing in its recovery to understand what role that population is intended to play once stability is no longer the primary concern."
His hands came to rest as he removed his glasses, turning those blue eyes to their host with an expectant look.
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