old money

LOCATION: Trade Federation Industropolis, Aargau
OBJECTIVE: Spare No Expense
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“…and based on the actionalsed seven-year rolling average, we’ve identified a number of medium to high risk investments which we believe…”
Aerarii Tithe looked out over the assembled business leaders and tyrants of trade from his seat at the oversize conference table. The summit at the expansive Trade Federation Industroplis, one of the newest yet largest growing industrial megacities on the financial hub of Aargau, was dragging into its fourth day. While the strategists of the Galactic Alliance Defence Force were plotting the Invasion of Ziost, Tithe and his colleagues were unravelling a much more challenging problem.
The corporate takeover of Tiss’sharl.
The call had gone out to all the major finance houses throughout the galaxy. Arbitrage Capital, the firm Tithe had founded and still profited from, was outlaying their suggestions for how the GA’s delegation to Tiss’sharl should conduct their negotiations with the business-savvy therapods. While the greatest advisers and analysts in the galaxy had offered their advice to the assembled group, Tithe still did not believe they had an actionable plan going forward.
Tiss'sharl, and it's inhabitants the Tiss'shar, had been early victims of Sith-Imperial expansionism, with the planet annexed in 851ABY. Yet while the Tiss'shar had long been yoked by the Emperor and his collaborators, Tithe knew that a fire still burned within them, a fire which no amount of enslavement or tyrannt could quell.
Greed.
Alongside the Muuns and Aarguuns, the Tiss'shar numbered one of the species throughout the galaxy most driven by a hunger for credits. Wherever business opportunities thrived, a Tiss'shar investor would certainly be nearby. And that greed was exactly what he and his colleagues planned to leverage in their bloodless coup.
“…if we can secure a 38 per cent credit-flow share we can restructure the combined portfolios to…”
“Yes, thank you Director Ledhor,” Tithe interrupted. “There’s a, ah, there’s definitely merit to a hybrid limited market approach. But first, let’s take a break.”
The executives from Arbitrage Capital gave their thanks for the opportunity to present their ideas before exiting the well-appointed boardroom. Moments later, service droids laden with cuisine worthy of the room's occupants entered and began the lunch service. The Vice Chancellor wanted for the droid to depart before addressing the small but powerful group assembled.
“Nothing, we’ve got nothing,” the Aarguun announced disappointedly. “I'm loath to say this, but I fear we’re coming at this from the wrong direction.” They needed something innovative, a plan bourne not from in the stuffy cubicles of economists but rather an idea which would grab the Tiss-shar's attention, something they had never seen before even dreamed of.
They needed an offer which couldn't be refused.
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