The Corporate Sector Authority didn't play favorites in the galaxy. Well, regional managers might, but in general so long as a contract's terms were precise they were fully enforced as written. Dominique in particular was the sort of Director the Alliance needed. Someone that didn't care who you were or what you wanted, so long as the deal benefited the Authority -- and Denon in particular. There were limits, but an enterprising soul could reach agreements and understand where the lines were (and how to avoid being found in violation of them). The price of a fully functional distribution network. No one wanted to pay to hire the countless inspectors needed to examine every ship.
Of course, what was good for less legal-minded factions worked for those that were legal-minded. The Alliance, for instance. Why shouldn't their network be used to ferry goods between the two halves of the Galactic Alliance? The Imperial entanglements required a little extra in terms of processing fees and paperwork, but these were natural parts of doing business; and a service that could provide while obfuscating the true origin or destination of goods. Just ordinary, commonplace activities. Politicians shouted about them in Chamber when it was opportune to do so, but otherwise quietly accepted a good deal when found to keep the galaxy spinning.
Even the Black Sun Syndicate for all their trouble-making could be reasoned with when material had to be transported through their ports.
Why, if the Senate liked, Dominique could even offer the services of the Mandalorian Empire to help ensure deliver. Or, perhaps, even the repossession of goods stolen by pirates and other nefarious entities? The Denonite did try to encourage ties with the Mandalorians. In return she, on occassion, promoted their services and acted as an intermediary to establish the particulars, and the exchange of credits.
Dominique stood in the Senate chamber with a small smile on her lips. Golden eyes slid in Kevari's direction as he declared a desire for a Merchant Fleet. That wasn't technically a bad idea, but she couldn't help but let her chin drop a hair in disappointment. Even after everything they'd suffered they still believed that above-board moral certitude would be their salvation. An official organization just meant all their processes, procedures, and shipping lanes would followly carefully planned and ethical guidelines. In a word: predictable. Predictable to target. Predictable to intercept. Predictable to destroy. But how to explain that to a people when you couldn't simply say what you meant because it wasn't -- strictly speaking -- legal?
"If the Galactic Alliance wishes to pursue a long-term investment in its own capabilities that is, of course, its right. However," Dominique slowly shifted her eyes among those present,
"make no mistake that building a galactic distribution and shipping network, navigating the countless local legal nuances, and establishing lasting relations with numerous trade hubs is a lasting commitment."
"The Corporate Sector has been engaged in such activity for nearly a thousand years, and Denon in particular far longer than that. We remain open to discussing how and in what form we can assist this body in facilitating the movement of cargo throughout the Alliance; perhaps even in the form of cross-training personnel. Yet, I would caution the Senate against constraining such merchantile activity too harshly at the start. These are trying times that requires a great deal of negotiating power to ensure prompt, unaccosted delivery."
Always with the oversight. Well, Dominique could hardly fault them. No oversight at all was a recipie for disaster, but given how they'd tried to crack down on Denon when it was still part of the Alliance she wasn't particular eager to see them get as heavy-handed as the CAD had been. The more they thought to control things, the faster they would lose that control. Nontheless, if they wished some reporting that was perfectly reasonable -- Denon had such information already on hand for its own purposes, after all.