Consolidation Echoes of Innovation: Unlocking the M16 Series Legacy [Wealth Upgrade, Tha Hiracûkimit ]

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7th Standard Month, Primeday, 7:20AM



The weather on Manaan was perpetually serene, its endless expanse of azure waters reflecting the planet’s tranquil beauty. While this idyllic panorama once captivated Linda Morgan, years of familiarity had diminished its charm. Though she still admired the scenery—excluding the tempestuous hurricanes that occasionally besieged the floating city—Manaan’s vistas had become little more than a routine backdrop to her daily life. Nevertheless, she appreciated how the vibrant hues of the sea complemented her long, golden hair, often eliciting admiration from the native Selkath.

Having just departed her apartment, Linda awaited the arrival of her limousine, granting her a brief five-minute reprieve before her personal driver and security detail, Vow’wice, arrived. Vow, a Twi’lek and former member of the elite Imperial Commando units, had been a steadfast presence in her life for several years. Their early professional relationship was tumultuous at best, fueled by their contrasting backgrounds—Linda as an ex-SIS operative and Vow as an ex-Imperial soldier. Heated debates over tactics, methodologies, and strategic philosophies were a regular occurrence. However, shared experiences and a number of perilous encounters over the past two years had fostered mutual respect and a pragmatic understanding between them.

Linda donned flowing ceremonial robes in the traditional Selkath style, though her choice of color scheme was a bold departure. A warm lavender pastel dominated her ensemble, exuding a subtle femininity and accentuating her golden locks. Her hair, worn long and loose with occasional intricate twists, framed her face and drew attention to her striking blue eyes. The robes were adorned with narrow, horizontally aligned gray lines that matched the contours of her eyes, adding a delicate contrast and depth that guided the observer’s gaze naturally toward her features.

Despite her composed and elegant appearance, Linda’s reputation as CEO of Vapeet Holdings was anything but gentle. Among her corporate adversaries, she was infamously nicknamed the "Zillo Beast of Manaan," a nod to her formidable presence, unyielding determination, and the commanding authority she wielded in high-stakes negotiations. Ruthless yet impeccably professional, Linda epitomized strategic acumen and dominance, qualities that had cemented her as a force to be reckoned with in the corporate sphere.
 
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7th Standard Month, Primeday, 7:25 AM



Linda Morgan stood on the edge of the port, the gusting wind ruffling the hem of her tailored robes. Her eyes were fixed on the holographic display of her holocom, scrolling through the latest updates on galactic affairs. At fifty-two years old, she often found herself reflecting on the peculiar tendencies of the galaxy’s citizens. Despite the ever-present war and its horrors ravaging distant systems, the common populace seemed unfazed, their daily routines proceeding as though galactic peace were unbroken. There was a fleeting moment of fixation—perhaps morbid fascination—on the headlines of conflict, only to be followed by a return to mundane concerns as if the tragedies were light-years away.


7th Standard Month, Primeday, 7:27 AM



The distinct hum of a repulsor craft descending to ground level interrupted her thoughts. A sleek, elongated limousine hovered into view, its metallic exterior bearing the polished insignias of the Selkath. Larger and more imposing than a standard landspeeder, the vehicle was a marvel of design, seamlessly blending luxury with state-of-the-art security. The reinforced plating beneath its streamlined exterior provided discreet protection against both blaster fire and projectile weaponry. Tinted transparisteel windows offered privacy and defence against ballistic and energy-based threats, while the craft’s suspension repulsors ensured an impeccably smooth ride even at high velocities.

With a soft hiss, the limo’s door retracted, revealing the plush, ergonomically designed interior. Linda stepped inside without hesitation.

“Morning, Vow. I trust your morning has been pleasant,” she remarked, her tone even and professional.

Vow’wice, her personal driver and security detail, sat at the helm. A towering Twi’lek with striking blue skin, his powerful frame and the formal cut of his uniform gave him an imposing yet polished appearance. His lekku were neatly coiled around his shoulders, a practised touch of discipline befitting his role.


“It was,” he replied, his Imperial accent still sharp after all these years. “Until this blasted mistral kicked up.”
 

7th Standard Month, Primeday, 7:28 AM



Linda allowed herself a small chuckle.
“I sympathize. The wind hasn’t been kind to my hair either this morning. Any updates from the office?”
As the limo began its ascent, the repulsor lifts engaged smoothly, the turbulence only faintly perceptible.
Vow manoeuvred expertly, the vehicle taking sharp turns with precision.

“Everyone’s in place, but no word from Nar Shaddaa yet,” he reported, his hands steady on the controls.

Through the tinted window, the silhouette of Ahto Luxury Stay came into view,
its polished architecture gleaming under Manaan’s pale sunlight.
Linda knew they would be arriving at the Tha Hiracûkimit Headquarters momentarily.

“Oh, one more thing,” Vow added.
“I reviewed some of the applications from yesterday. Two stood out—I’ve left the datapad on your desk for review.”
Linda gave a faint, approving smile, her professional demeanour softening for just a moment.
“Thank you, Vow. Always going above and beyond. I appreciate you taking the time to handle that personally.”



7th Standard Month, Primeday, 7:29 AM



The limousine descended smoothly onto the rooftop landing pad of the headquarters.
With the precision of a seasoned pilot, Vow brought the craft to a halt, not a second late.

“Perfect timing, as always,” Linda said as she stepped out of the vehicle.
“Thank you, Vow. I’ll see you at lunch.”

Vow gave a respectful nod, watching as Linda strode purposefully toward the entrance,
her figure framed by the sleek architecture of the building that housed a growing empire.
 
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7th Standard Month, Primeday, 7:31 AM


As Linda entered the office, the ambient hum of holo-calls, subdued conversations, and the soft tapping of devices formed a constant undercurrent of activity. Employees greeted her with subtle nods or brief acknowledgments, their respect evident yet unobtrusive. The office itself was a model of efficiency and modern design. A spacious layout housed rows of meticulously organized cubicles, while the far end featured a visitor's reception area adjacent to the main entrance. Glass-walled conference rooms flanked the sides of the floor, their transparency embodying the company’s ethos of professionalism and openness—at least in appearance.

To her left, positioned just beyond the rooftop entrance through which she had arrived, stood her private office. It was the largest space on the floor, designed to accommodate both her administrative workspace and a lounge area for confidential meetings and negotiations. Within the office awaited GG-69, her trusted protocol droid.

GG-69, a legacy model from Adascorp, was a testament to the enduring craftsmanship of a bygone era. Despite the introduction of newer competitor models, none had managed to match its unparalleled negotiation algorithms, extensive linguistic repertoire, or comprehensive legal database spanning countless galactic constitutions. This droid had been Linda’s reliable companion since her days in the military, its capabilities invaluable in matters of diplomacy, operations, and legal strategy. GG-69 was heavily modified—its internal chassis reinforced to withstand physical impacts and equipped with basic military protocols for self-defense—although its sleek exterior betrayed none of these enhancements. A pale purple finish with black accents adorned its frame, complemented by the company’s insignia emblazoned on its right shoulder.




7th Standard Month, Primeday, 7:32 AM


The automatic doors to Linda’s office slid open with a soft hiss, and the rhythmic echo of her heels announced her entrance. GG-69 stood at attention near the center of the room, its photoreceptors glowing faintly. Linda greeted the droid with a hint of humor in her tone.

“GG, I trust the company oil bath met your exacting standards?”
The droid inclined its head slightly, its vocoder emitting a clear, mechanical response.

“Affirmative, Madam. The maintenance procedures were executed with exceptional precision.
However, setting pleasantries aside, I must inform you of several updates.
No communication has been received from Nar Shaddaa thus far over the auction.
Nevertheless, they have identified potential lobbying opportunities concerning mining rights on Cirus II for syntonium extraction.

Additionally, Mr. Vow’wice has left a datapad on your desk containing two curriculum vitae for your review.
I must advise caution regarding the Selkath applicant—statistical analyses suggest a potential conflict of interest.
More critically, our kolto mining proposal has been subpoenaed following allegations of natural resource exploitation by an external party filed by a Selkath prosecutor.
The initial hearing is scheduled for today at noon, during which the court will determine a formal date.
It is worth noting that the Selkath prosecutor behind the motion has documented affiliations with Czerka Corporation and Aphotic Industries, raising questions about their impartiality.”

As GG delivered its briefing with machine-like efficiency, Linda skimmed the datapad Vow had prepared while simultaneously arranging her workspace. The soft hum of office machinery booting up provided a faint auditory backdrop.

“Notify our delegation team not to prioritize Cirus II at this stage.
The upcoming auction is of greater importance, and we can revisit Cirus II once those proceedings have concluded.
While syntonium is a valuable resource, current demand from warring factions remains minimal.
It could be a long-term investment, but not an immediate priority.
Regarding the applicants,”

Linda added, glancing at the datapad,
“I agree with your assessment of the Selkath. However, the other candidate appears simmilar at first glance.
Let me know if additional vetting is required.
Also proceed with arranging the interviews within the week or the day if possible
Is our legal team en route for the hearing?”


GG-69 emitted a faint whir as it processed the inquiry.
“Affirmative, Madam.
Based on their current trajectory and travel velocity, they are estimated to arrive within 48 minutes.
I will contact the aforementioned parties accordingly.”

“Perfect. Have them report directly to my office upon arrival.
I won’t allow Aphotic to claim another victory like they did on Makeb—we need to secure those rights.
Inform Vow that our lunch will be delayed until after the hearing.
The Magistrate will not be pleased if this situation deteriorates. Any updates from him, by the way?”


“Negative, Madam,”
GG replied, its tone unwavering.
“No communication has been established to date.”

Linda nodded thoughtfully, her expression firm but calm.
“Very well. Prepare the briefing materials for the hearing, and ensure I have all relevant data on the prosecutor’s affiliations. Let’s ensure we’re thoroughly equipped to counter these allegations.”
 
Luci Ream
Date of Birth: Benduday 12th, 4th Standard Month, 2 BTC/GST.
Place of Birth: Theed, Naboo

Primary Education
- 38th Theed Lyceum

Studies
- BsC: Law & Arbitration, Aldera University (with Hons).
- Post Graduate Master's: Galactic Shipping Law, Theed University.

Contact Details
- Holographic Frequency: 888-6969-41-41
- Current Residence: lhote Uueca, Hub Zone 32, Vaioi Pisua H5, Nar Shaddaa.

Work Experience
- Aphotic Industries Inc
Aphotic Tower, Ziost & Vaiken 66, Kaas City; Dromund Kaas
Zhellday 6, 5th Standard Month, 18 ATC/GST until Taungsday 22, 1st Standard Month, 21 ATC/GST.
Position:
18-19: Legal Trainee
19-21: Intergalactic Legal Analyst

- Taleg Corporation
Centaxday 12, 3rd Standard Month, 22 ATC/GST until Zhellday 6, 8th Standard Month, 27 ATC/GST
Position:
21-24: Vetting Operator
24-27: CEO Executive Assistant

Attributes
Well-motivated, team-player and methodical.
Capable of operating under pressure.
Problem-solving with attention in detail.
Well-knowledgeable in the field.

Hobbies
- Fashion
- Cooking
- Hoversurfing
 
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Nassuga Missotbu Fanna
Date of Birth: Benduday 6th, 5 BTC/GST.
Place of Birth: Lakama City, Manaan

Education
5th Lakama Primary School
BsC Science & Biochemistry, Lakama University

Work Experience
19-20: Biochemistry Research Team, Lakama University
20-27: Enterprise Management
Research & Development on Kolto & Vorogenetics
Experimental & Applied Biochemistry
Medicine Innovation

Traits
Very motivated, cool, cooperative, always level-headed, communicative, adaptable
 

7th Standard Month, Primeday, 7:48 AM

GG-69 operated with silent precision as Linda Morgan carried on with her daily responsibilities.
The protocol droid seamlessly transitioned to executing the directives assigned by the CEO,
a trusted and tireless assistant in matters both mundane and strategic.

One of the day’s more complex tasks was establishing contact with the Nar Shaddaa delegation.
Even for a droid of GG-69’s advanced capabilities,
the endeavor presented significant challenges.
The planet’s densely packed holofrequencies created a cacophony of interference,
requiring extraordinary measures to ensure a secure and uninterrupted connection.
It was critical to establish a direct and encrypted line,
shielded from any unauthorized surveillance.

GG-69 initiated an intricate series of holocommunication subroutines,
designed to bypass the crowded frequencies and isolate a clear transmission channel.
The process was exacting, involving multiple layers of encryption and connection protocols.

GG-69/ADS Connection Terminal Subroutines Initiated.
Data Link Layer 2 Output Activated.
ISDN Route Processed: OK.
Searching IP Frequency: 5644.4547.23542.125.
Link Control Protocol (LCP) Activation: SUCCESS.
Authenticating Recipient... O2Auth Validated: OK.
Rerouting Network Packets for Optimal Efficiency.
Isolating Frequency Under IPVHOLO6 Protocol.
Frequency Isolation Complete.

Connection Established with IP Frequency 5644.4547.23542.125.

Upon successfully initiating the secure connection,
GG-69 delivered its message with mechanical precision and formality:

“Greetings. This is GG-69, operating on behalf of CEO Linda Morgan.
I am providing the following directives for immediate implementation.
The primary focus remains on the auction.
Upon its conclusion, further exploration and potential investment
in the Cirus II opportunity may be considered.
Please ensure all resources are aligned accordingly. GG-69 out.”

With its directive delivered, the droid executed the termination sequence,
ensuring no residual traces of the communication could be intercepted or recovered.

Connection Terminated with IP Frequency 5644.4547.23542.125.

GG-69 then resumed its operational efficiency,
methodically addressing other pending tasks while maintaining readiness for further instructions from the CEO.
 

7th Standard Month, Primeday, 7:52 AM

Vow, seated comfortably in the company’s armored speeder,
sipped his steaming cup of caf while navigating through the bustling streets of Ahto City.
With most of his scheduled tasks already completed, he allowed himself a moment of relative ease.
The hum of the repulsorlift was accompanied by the faint chatter of the local holonews broadcast,
filling the cabin with updates on current events.

Chim-chim

The sudden alert from his personal holocommunicator drew his attention.
Glancing at the display, Vow noticed an incoming call originating from the company’s headquarters.
Likely, it was from CEO Linda Morgan or her protocol droid, GG-69.

In the background, the holoradio continued its coverage of a breaking story:


"This just in: Authorities in Ahto City are pursuing a Zabrak refugee who crash-landed in the favelas on the city’s southwest side.
The individual has reportedly evaded capture and displayed extraordinary combat proficiency.
According to officials, six Selkath police officers have been killed,
and twelve civilians remain trapped under rubble caused by the crash.
Both military and law enforcement have issued a public caution,
labeling the suspect as highly dangerous and potentially a runaway Force user.
Residents are urged to avoid the area and report any sightings immediately via emergency holofrequencies
0000.0000.000.112 or 0000.0000.000.911."


The holocommunicator connected, and Vow answered with his characteristic brevity:
“Yes?”

“This is GG-69,”
the droid responded in its signature mechanical tone.
“Please be advised that the CEO’s lunch engagement has been rescheduled to 3 PM Standard Time.
Instead, she is to be escorted to the Selkath City Courtroom during the previously allocated lunch period.
Adjustments to your route should be made accordingly.”

“Understood.
Additionally, I recommend rerouting any company-affiliated personnel traveling
to or from the southwest quadrant of the city.
A military operation is currently active in the area.”


“Affirmative. Notification protocols will be executed immediately,”
GG-69 replied before terminating the call abruptly.

With his orders clarified,
Vow promptly contacted the restaurant to adjust the reservation time
and updated his route to accommodate the revised schedule.
His demeanor remained calm and efficient, as always,
ensuring every task was completed with the precision expected
of a former Imperial commando turned executive security specialist.
 

7th Standard Month, Primeday, 7:59 AM


Dante Nyx, the Chief Legal Officer of That Hiracukimit,
strode purposefully down the sleek,
polished corridor towards Linda Morgan’s office.
His brown hair was impeccably styled,
cut short and sharp in a manner that spoke both of discipline and professionalism.
His suit, crafted from the finest materials sourced from the Chandrila Collection,
was perfectly tailored, its dark lines catching the light as he moved,
emanating an aura of refined elegance.

Trailing just behind him, Kael Marr, his Senior Legal Assistant, struggled to keep pace.
His own suit was well-maintained but lacked the distinct, expensive flair of Dante’s.
Slightly shorter in stature, Kael’s features were sharper,
his expression one of mild annoyance mixed with curiosity.

“New suit, Dante?”
Kael asked, his voice light with jest, but there was a hint of envy in his tone.

Dante smirked, glancing back at Kael’s attire as they walked.
“Well, I can’t exactly be shopping at A/KT, can I?”
His words were laced with sarcasm,
referencing the low-tier textile company A/KT—Ayelixe Krongbing Textiles—
a firm the two had recently ensured would merge between the once Ayelixe and Krongbing Textiles,
thanks to substantial backing from the company.

“Not all of us have your salary to blow on a suit 100k, do we?”
Kael shot back with a dry smile, though his irritation was apparent.
“Besides, I was on PTO today. I was supposed to be at Rachel’s.”
 

7th Standard Month, Primeday, 8:02 AM


The two approached Linda’s office,
where she could be seen speaking into a holo-comm on the other side of the glass partition,
absorbed in her conversation.
The low hum of the building’s cooling systems combined with the soft clinks of data pads from nearby offices,
creating a serene yet distinctly businesslike atmosphere.

“Judging by the emergency summons, I’m going to guess we’re being sued,”
Dante said nonchalantly, though the slight tension in his shoulders betrayed the gravity of the situation.
“We’ll probably be heading into a hearing later today.
And for the record, it was 207, not 100. I specifically told you to stay at Ahto Luxury.
You know how things can escalate around here.”

Kael groaned, his lips pulling into a frustrated frown.
“I know, I know. But the whole thing with Rachel...”

Dante raised an eyebrow,
cutting him off with a look that was both amused and reprimanding.
“Focus, Kael.
We’ve got bigger problems than your ‘Rachel’ situation.
Let’s see what the boss has for us this time.”

As they approached the door to Linda’s office,
both men adjusted their attire,
preparing themselves for whatever legal firefight awaited them.
The future of Tha Hiracukimit might just hinge on how they handled today’s challenges.
 

7th Standard Month, Primeday, 8:03 AM

The office doors slid open with a soft pneumatic hiss,
the ambient sound blending seamlessly with the low hum of the holo-conference equipment.
Linda ended her call with a precise tap on her holocomm table and
turned her gaze toward the two men entering the room.
Dante Nyx strode in first,
his tailored suit an impeccable masterpiece of the Chandrila Collection.
Behind him, Kael Marr followed,
his more modest attire still exuding professionalism but lacking the flair of his superior.

“Welcome, Mr. Nyx and Mr. Marr. May I offer you refreshments before we begin?”

GG-69 inquired, its metallic voice pleasant yet devoid of any true emotion.
The droid hovered by Linda’s desk,
its photoreceptors dimly glowing as it awaited a response.

“There’s no need, sixty-nine,”
Linda interjected,
her tone sharp and as unyielding as Mandalorian beskar vibroblade.
With a deft motion, she slid a datapad across the table toward Dante.

“Remind me, Dante,”
she began, her voice calm and collected but carrying an unmistakable weight of authority,
“what was it you said during last month’s executive briefing?
Something about this mining deal being ‘airtight,’
with no legal vulnerabilities.
Does that sound familiar to you?”
 

7th Standard Month, Primeday, 8:04 AM

Dante’s expression shifted ever so slightly as he reviewed the datapad’s contents.
Adjusting the cuffs of his suit, he mustered his characteristic composure,
though the usual confidence in his smirk was noticeably absent.

“Linda,”
he replied, his voice steady but tinged with a hint of defensiveness,
“we couldn’t have predicted Aphotic Industries’ underhanded tactics”

“Couldn’t predict?”
she interrupted,
her voice rising just enough to underline her frustration.
She stepped forward,
her presence commanding the room with an intensity that felt almost tangible.
“You’re the Chief Legal Officer of this company, Dante.
Prediction isn’t a luxury in your role it’s a requirement.
I gave you every resource you asked for,
and now we’re facing a Selkath prosecutor armed with a fabricated environmental damage report
and claims of anti patriotic tactics from our company towards the Selkathy people.
Explain to me how that wasn’t foreseen.”


Kael shifted uneasily, his eyes darting toward Dante as though seeking some unspoken reassurance but his lips sealed tight.

Dante inhaled deeply, his professional demeanor tested but unbroken.
“With all due respect, Linda,
no one could have anticipated Aphotic coordinating with local officials.
This isn’t about the validity of our operations—it’s about optics.
Their strategy is to muddy the waters and create doubt.
But let me be clear:
our mining method aligns 99% with the original Selkath-approved blueprints,
with a marginal efficiency improvement.
The royalties we’ve committed to the council are unparalleled,
and the oversight clauses allowing them to veto
certain transactions should demonstrate our transparency and patriotism to Mannan.”
 

7th Standard Month, Primeday, 8:07 AM

Linda narrowed her eyes, her voice dropping into a low, simmering tone.
“You’d better hope that’s enough.
If this case escalates,
it won’t just be the kolto rights at stake
it’ll be our credibility in this sector.
I trusted you to foresee these complications, Dante. Now I need you to fix them.”


“I will,”
Dante replied firmly, his confidence beginning to return.
“This is Aphotic’s attempt to rattle us and shake us down, nothing more. Their argument won’t hold up under scrutiny.”

Linda studied him for a moment, her piercing gaze unrelenting.
“Very well.
But I want airtight arguments ready before the hearing.
I don’t want even a sliver of daylight for this Aphotic puppet to exploit.
Whatever you need research, expert witnesses, PR support—consider it authorized.
I know you’re already thinking ten steps ahead,
but make sure those steps include addressing the optics.
Their environmental argument is weak,
but perception can be powerful.
Don’t underestimate it.”


Dante nodded confidently.
“You’ll have my initial brief within the hour.
By 11:00,
Kael and I will have the full strategy prepared for your review.”

“Good,”
Linda replied curtly, turning her attention to Kael.
“And you, Mr. Marr.
I want you to go over every filing they’ve made.
Cross-check for inconsistencies,
errors, anything we can exploit.
Sit in on every meeting with the legal team today and keep your focus sharp.
If there’s a gap in our argument or a flaw in theirs,
I expect you to find it.
This is your chance to show me why you’re the best hire Dante’s ever made.”
 

7th Standard Month, Primeday, 8:10 AM

Kael swallowed hard, clearing his throat before responding.
The sheer volatility of the situation was slightly getting to him
“I’ll get right on it, ma’am.Should I expect a copy of their legal tenure on my desk?”

A faint smile flickered across Linda’s face, a rare display of encouragement.
“Good, and yes ofcourse already delivered.
Just remember, this isn’t a courtroom formality.
If we lose today,
Aphotic will position itself as the dominant player in the kolto market.
That’s a risk we cannot afford and specially not coming form Aphotic.
Facts and precision win cases,
not fairness, anything is fair game as long we get this done.
The prosecutor may have ties to Aphotic,
but that doesn’t mean we let them dictate the narrative.
You’ve got nearly four hours until the hearing make every second count.”


Both men nodded in unison, the gravity of her words unmistakable.
Rising from their seats, they quickly exited the office,
each heading to their respective stations with a renewed sense of urgency.

Linda exhaled slowly, her mind already turning to the next steps.
Today wasn’t just about winning a case,
it was about protecting the future of Tha Hiracukimit.
Failure wasn’t an option and under her leadership, it never would be.
 

7th Standard Month, Primeday, 8:34 AM

The legal department was a hive of frenetic energy following the morning briefing.
Associates hurried through the corridors, their faces tense, datapads clutched tightly in hand.
The stakes had been set, and failure was not an option.
Inside the conference room, Dante Nyx, Chief Legal Officer, and his Senior Legal Assistant,
Kael Marr, entered with deliberate steps, their composure a stark contrast to the chaos outside.
Four additional legal associates followed, each silently taking their seats, awaiting Dante's directive.

Dante stood, his posture commanding and his demeanor calm yet resolute.
The room quieted as he cleared his throat, his measured voice cutting through the tension.

“It’s evident that Aphotic has chosen to operate in the shadows,
employing tactics far from ethical.
However,
speculating on how they maneuvered a hearing on such short notice
will yield us nothing productive at this juncture.”


He paused momentarily, taking a sip from his water glass, his gaze sweeping across the room.

“We are facing a tight timeline.
I trust that preliminary research has already been initiated
and will be ready for my review shortly.
From this moment forward,
every step we take must be swift, precise, and unassailable.
We don’t just meet expectations today
WE exceed them.”


With that, the battle had begun.
 

7th Standard Month, Primeday, 8:39 AM


Dante’s eyes burned with fierce determination, his words sharp and deliberate.
Each sentence cut through the tension in the room like a scalpel,
commanding the undivided attention of the associates gathered around the table.
The gravity of the situation hung heavy,
and Dante’s tone ensured no one could mistake the stakes at hand.

“Kael,
you’ll oversee the associates
while managing the tasks we discussed earlier.
Maintain strict focus and ensure no detail slips through the cracks.”

His gaze swept across the room as he addressed the remaining team.

“For the rest of you,
divide into pairs or work individually
whatever method maximizes your productivity.
First, if you identify a need for expert witnesses
environmental scientists, economists, or Selkath cultural advisors
notify me immediately.
We’ll have them secured without delay.
Their testimony may be critical in reinforcing our position.

Next,
conduct a meticulous review of the initial environmental studies.
If there are gaps,
inconsistencies,
OR vulnerabilities,
I want them identified and addressed immediately.

Reevaluate our proposed mining techniques
with a focus on environmental sustainability.
We need to be armed with evidence
that our methods not only align with Selkath standards but exceed them.

Third,
contact the Inter Galactic Banking Clan of the Outer Rim,
request a thorough economic analysis of the proposed financial agreement,
including the veto power clause.
Push for projections on how this venture will elevate Selkath GDP,
create jobs, and foster long term economic growth.
If they resist,
escalate the matter directly to Linda under my authority and notify her immediately.

Fourth,
emphasize the educational opportunities
this partnership will provide for Selkath youth in the financial report.
This angle will resonate with the public
and reinforce the moral foundation of our argument.

Fifth,
expand upon our open-door policies.
Draft additional transparency measures
as contingencies to counter any unexpected challenges from Aphotic.

Finally,
underline our historic contributions following
the Imperial Strike of the 9th Standard.
Remind them how we aided the Selkath in rebuilding,
creating jobs, and fostering stability.
Frame this as a continuation of our legacy of support for the Selkath people.”
 

7th Standard Month, Primeday, 8:49 AM

Dante paused, his intense gaze locking onto the team.
“You have your tasks. Let’s ensure we leave no room for Aphotic to exploit.”

The associates nodded resolutely,
gathering their materials before filing out of the room.
Only Dante and Kael remained behind.

Kael broke the silence, adjusting his cuffs.
“What about you, Dante? While I’m keeping the team on track, what’s your move?”

Dante smirked faintly, his eyes flickering with a sharp glint of strategy.
“I’m going to stage a PR maneuver.”

Kael raised an eyebrow.
“A PR maneuver?
What kind of stunt are you planning this time?”

Dante leaned back slightly, his tone calm yet purposeful.
“I’ll leverage the crash incident
dominating the newsfeeds.
Tha Hiracukimit will offer its top of the line security droids
for search and rescue operations
to assist with locating the missing individuals.
Our units are faster, more efficient,
and safer than deploying organic personnel in such volatile terrain.
The Selkath government won’t just see our commitment to the planet’s prosperity
they’ll see us as allies,
stepping in when others hesitate.”


Kael nodded, his expression caught between admiration and skepticism.
“That’s... clever. Bold, as always.
But are you confident the Selkath will see it as genuine and not opportunistic?”

Dante’s smirk widened as he adjusted his cufflinks.
“It won’t feel opportunistic because it won’t be.
Those people deserve to be found,
and our technology is uniquely positioned to make that happen.
We’re turning a corporate asset into a public service.
By the time this hearing starts,
we’ll already have a tangible act of goodwill on our side.”


Kael couldn’t help but smile.
“You really don’t miss a beat, do you?”

Dante’s tone sharpened, his determination unwavering.
“Missing a beat isn’t an option when the stakes are this high.
Let’s make sure Aphotic regrets ever coming after us.”
 
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