<font color=green>Lounge - SSD Deal-breaker - Questal System

On a ship the size of a Super Star Destroyer, even a scaled-down model such as the Deal-breaker, it becomes hard to detect when the ship is in motion. So large is the vessel that disturbances at the bow are scarce felt around the rest of the ship. Such was one reason for the untimely destruction of the Executor at the Battle of Endor. So solidly built was that vessel that, by the time damage crews realized that they had suffered such a grevious blow as to lose their bridge, their Admiral, and their entire command staff, that it was to late. The Death Star and her gravity well consumed the Executor and destroyed her, taking with her a quarter of a million of the best and brightest young Imperial officers.

And demoralizing the entire Imperial fleet to the point that they were unable to battle the meager Rebel fleet that they faced. The loss of one such vessel, one of these Super Star Destroyers, is a blow to any who mantain them. The Empire lost their Executor, and they lost the war.

The Deal-breaker cleared orbit over Questal, a fact that was quite unknown to Seti Ashar, seated still in the spacious Lounge that was his own part of the Star Destroyer. The increased rumbling of the massive and hugely powerful Ion engines was scarecly heard through the sound-proofed doors and walls, nor was the shaking as the mamoth vessel broke away from the gravitational pull of nearby Questal felt through the flagship.

It was not until the call was patched in from the bridge that Seti Ashar knew what had happened. The ship's Executive Officer alerted him that, some moments ago, a hyperspace anomoly had been deteced and investiaged. The Deal-breaker had broken orbit in order to investigate, and found a drifting hulk. It would have meant nothing, except that life signs had been deteced on board.

The Super Star Destroyer had moved to render aide to the stricken vessel.

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Hanger Bay - SSD Deal-breaker - Questal System

"What is going on here?" The voice came from the rear of the hanger bay. It was loud, full of authority and demanding of respect. It was that of the most powerful businessman in the galaxy, Seti Ashar, as he entered the hanger bay of the Super Star Destroyer Deal-breaker.

One of the soldiers, assinged to location in case of a nasty "surprise" from the transport, turned at the sound of voice and, upon seeing who it was, snapped to attention. The businessman waved the display down and repeated his question.
"We've brough the freighter, we've identified her as Manta Ray, aboard. The crew is getting the ship secured before we get inside. We're taking every procaution against sabatoge, sir."

Seti nodded and turned his gaze to the damaged freighter.

Despite the damage sustained to the craft, it still looked in good repair.
Aside from a few scratches and laser scores, the reflective black surface of the ship remained unmarred. Any damage sustained was clearly confined to the less visible areas of the ship.
She was a solid little ship, in fact, more resembling of a gunship then a Corellian courier.
She mounted two turbolaser turrets on her dorsal fin aswell as two large ion cannons on her sides, near her stern. She also mounted two forward facing concussion tubes and two proton tubes.
It was clear, even to the untrained eye, that this ship had undergone some very heavy modifications, the Manta Ray bore very little resemblance to the craft she was built from.

A high-pitched wine rang out across the bay followed promptly by the release of pressure valves, seconds later, the rear airlock started to slide slowly open.

Beff was sure to keep his movements clear, hands resting at his hips above the twin blasters on each side.
He was clad in a suit Fenelar Armor, minus the helmet unit.
No weapons aside from his blasters were evident, rocking against his hips as he moved casually to the bottom of the ships ramp.
As soon as he passed through the airlock, it slid quickly shut followed by the sounds of locking mechanisms engaging.
"Thanks fer the save," he stated to the landing bay at large, not displaying any awareness of command structure, "ta who do I owe fer tha' save?"
Smiling, he trained his gaze on Seti and nodded his head.
"Sure is a big ship."

<font color=green>"...sure is a big ship..."

The businessman nodded, bored with this conversation already. Another galactic hic, it would seem.

"Take him to one of the guest cabins... and make sure it has a lock on the door, please. Treat him nicely, though. He is ouir guest, after all."

Seti turned to the man and gave him a smile.

"I'm sorry to be off so quickly, but there is some business I must attend to, and I'm quite afraid that it can't wait."

<font color=green>Three Weeks Later - The Commenor System

So this is it...

He remembered the day clearly, when a Mr. Gohgen, from goTech Industries, had walked into his office and pulled out a blaster pistol.

It had not been the first assassination attempt on Seti Ashar. He was a very... targetable man for those that wished to see the economy collapse. And there were enough of those people in the galaxy, to be sure.

The intel agency had, he knew, been tracking the movements of suspected terrorist cells for some time. The assassination attempt fit, somehow, into the entire terrorist plot to overthrow the Corporation (even though that was only speculation). They had traced Mr. Gohgen, not his real name, naturally, to the world of Commenor. They had also, in doing so, busted up three terrorist cells and now claimed the world was "safe" from terrorists. But they did request the presence of a Corporate warship or two in the sector to enforce their position.

And so, with almost half the fleet away trying to keep the peace between three rival factions somewhere near Garos IV, it became the duty of the Star Destroyer Conquest to enforce Intel's position at Commenor.

The com-station on the wall buzzed, and the voice of the ship's captain filtered through into the lounge.
"Mr. Ashar, sir. We're coming out of hyperspace in about five minutes, if you'd like to be on the bridge to see it, sir." Seti set down his reader and turned to the com-station.
"Thank you, Captain. I will be up shortly." Shaking off the stiffness in his limbs, caused by far to long sitting in even a comfortable chair reading stock reports, he threw his jacket on, straightened his tie, and emerged onto the bridge some minutes later.

The captain smiled pointed to the viewports that currently showed the long, dagger-like hull of the ship.
"Just in time, sir. You haven't seen a hyperspace reversion until you've seen it from the bridge of the Conquest."

The CEO remained silent, watching and listening as the warship made it's smooth transition into realspace. Commenor was not a hot combat zone, so the orders to raise shields, arm the weapons, and launch starfighters were not required, or issued.

The ship slipped into an outer orbit around Commenor, and within a half hour of appearing in the system a trio of shuttles were en route to the planet's surface.

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Commenor - Surface

The bright sunlight filtered through the city like so many tiny drop of gold. The towering skyscraper that was Commenor's Parliment Center did not end the stream of radiant sunlight from striking the Corporate CEO as he strode quickly across the landing pad and into the shaded interior of the building.

There was, as expected, no one there to meet him. This was alright with him, as he wasn't on Commenor today to negoitate with their Prime Minister (though, his aide had hinted, the man certainly wanted to meet the esteemed Seti Ashar).

The turbolift ride to the ground floor was something to remember, however. According to standard Commenori design, the turbolifts were constructed of glass and built onto the outsides of buildings, so the looked like glass
half-cylindars rising up and down by pure magic. It was a wonder to watch from the outside, and even more so to ride one.

This particular turbolift was a private one, and so their descent to Commenor's surface level went uninteruped by other passengers entering or exiting the lift.

The lift came to a rest after only a few moments in motion, and the small party exited into the wide inner lobby of Commenor's Parliment Centre. Seti politely greeted a few dignitaries who, conviently, found themselves in the lobby as he arrived, and they left the building.

Waiting outfront, as per their request, was an armoured landspeeder and an escort, both provided kindly by the Prime Minister. Seti had insisted that the armoured car was not neccessary, but the Head of Personal Security had ordered it brought in anyway, and he could hardly argue.

He bent to enter the vehicle, and stopped short as a light red dot danced across the window in front of him. He froze, eyes darting around to follow the dot. It must have been only a second, but it seemed far longer as Harriet, his personal bodyguard (again, he had argued the need for this, but it was deemed neccessary) was shoving him into the landspeeder. He felt, more than heard, the impact of a laser beam into the frame where his head had been a fraction of a second before.

Harriet was already on his comlink, calling either the Conquest, or Commenor Security, to find out what had happened and how an assassin had managed to hide within or near the Parliment Centre without being detected.

The armoured landspeeder was gone, zooming away towards the hotel where the CEO was supposed to be staying. Hopefully it was more secure than the Parliment Centre...

<font color=green>Those who hailed to the banner of the Galactic Defence Initiative were brave indeed. They were warriors all, brave and strong. They never lacked courage or the will to put their life on the line to serve their ideals: peace, justice, and law, in the galaxy.

What a change had come over that proud and powerful machine since the days of their unexpected and, in truth, quite shocking merger with LFX Industrial!

Some people probably lost their faith, that day. He mused, relaxing in the oversized leather chair that took up a full corner of his hotel suit. I doubt that we're as... pure... as Dxun would have prefered us to be. He laughed out loud at that, and smiled. Certainly not as pure as Dxun Isstal would have liked... but Dxun Isstal hadn't been heard from in some months.

Consumed as he was with his own thoughts, Seti Ashar didn't hear the chamber door slide open. He jumped when Nolan Bradley, his Head of Security for his mission, appeared in front of him with Harriet.
"Sorry to startle you, sir. But we thought you should know." The CEO shook his head and rose, taking the man's hand and shaking it, also.
"No problem, Mr. Bradley. Please... what should I know?"
"We covered the area around the Parliment Centre very after the attempt. We didn't find anyone, but then that's to be expected. We did find the weapon, a high-end sniper rifle. Very nice unit. They added it to the collection." Seti smiled at the light joke.
"What does that mean, Nolan?" The Head frowned and grew serious.
"This was no disgruntled man, sir. The blaster rifle, and the fact that he fired it from on top of the Parliment Centre, tells me that they can afford to throw away very expensive guns, and pay the right people off so that no one notices that gun going to the roof."
"So someone wants me dead, and they're willing to pay for it."
"That's about it, sir." Seti nodded, collapsing back into the chair.
"Who?" He asked, looking out the window to the stream of traffic outside.
"We're still investigating, sir. We'll know soon enough."
"I hope so, Nolan. I hope so very much..."

<font color=green>"Sir? Sir?" The pounding on his bedroom door eventually woke the sleeping CEO, though it was not without some, a great deal actually, of effort. He rose from bed slowly, painfully, and swore under his breath. What the hell had he been doing last night? He couldn't even remember...

He half walked, half stumbled to the door and hit the release, then collapsed against the doorframe. Nolan Bradley, his Head of Security, he remember, was standing there with a glass of water and two pills, which the hung over CEO gladly accepted.

"Feeling better, sir?" The man asked. Seti tossed the pills in his mouth and swallowed the water in one gulp.
"Better?" He asked. His throat was dry and scratchy. "I feel like @#%$, Nolan. What the hell happened last night?" The man smiled and, Seti thought, tried to keep from laughing. "Spill it, man. That's an order!"
"You decided last night that you need a... break from the company. So you took Harriet out and went drinking. Wound up with some of the locals around 2:00 and we had to come dig you out of their mess." Seti shook his head.
"No..."
"That's what happened, sir. Like it or lump it."
"What time is it now?"
"Almost ten o'clock, sir, and we've got to go. Now."
"Just give me another three hours and I'll be fine-"
"Can't sir. You have a meeting with the Prime Minister."
"When?"
"Nine-thrity." He sighed.
"@#%$, Nolan. I thought I wasn't doing any of this diplomatic crap this time!" The Head of Security shrugged.
"He insisted. Said that Commenor is on the edge." Seti sighed.
"Give me twenty minutes."

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Commenor - Political Centre

He entered the building far better than he had been that morning, attired now in his usually charcol grey business suit. The Prime Minister had asked for, demanded even, a meeting with the man, and Seti Ashar would gladly deliver. But he hoped to hell that it was worth it. The pills had helped, but his brain still fealt like it was going to crack his skill open.

--To be continued...

<font color=green>Eight Hours Later

The room was deserted when he returned from the Prime Minister's offices. With a sigh of relief, Seti threw himself onto the bed. The events of the previous night, even those he could not remember, were still not erased, and their effects on his body were still largely evident.

Seti did not stir as the door was opened again. The footsteps coming in to the room were light, silent. The room was dark, the blinds being shut tight and the lights switched off. They crossed the room and crept to the side if the bed, where Seti slept, still fully clothed.

A light sigh escaped from the LFX Industrial CEO's lips, and he turned over onto his side. The man paused, not daring to make finally, a sound lest the sleeping man wake. Finally, after nearly two minutes, he moved and reached forward with a small blade in hand, towards Seti's throat...

A hand shot out of the dark and grabbed the man by the wrist, yanking him towards him. The assassin emitted a gasp and short shriek before Seti put a hand over his mouth.

"Who sent you?" He asked, fumbling on the bedside table for the blaster he knew was there. Clicking the safety off, he pointed it to the man's head and asked his question again.
"Who sent you?" The man, seeing the blaster out of the corner of his eye, shook his head. Seti removed his hand from the man's mouth and tightened his grip on the blaster.
"I don't know!" The man cried. "It was just a job... just a job." Seti threw the man forward and watched as he landed on his face, moaning.
"Pathetic," the CEO muttered, leveling the blaster and firing it twice. The blue stun rings dropped the man, and Seti turned to the com and called security.



"What disappoints me most is that this is the second time my security has let a lunatic with a gun get near me. If I didn't know better, I'd say that you folks were trying to see me dead.""
There was an uneasy silence as Seti finished speaking; one that the CEO did not like "I do know better, don't I” The three guards nodded, Harriet smiling slightly.
"Of course we're not trying to kill youm sir." He smiled.
"Good. Have you found out who he was yet?" Seti asked going completely serious.
"Timothy Macnair, sir. An unknown. No criminal record, as far as we can tell."
"A falsified identity, then?"
"It doesn't look that way sir. His history checks out; raised on Coruscant, parents killed in the Rebel attack, ran to Chandrilla and from there to Commenor." Seti nodded, frowning.
"So it's a professional job." The man nodded.
"Very professional, sir."
"Well, it fits in with everything else." The CEO stopped and looked out the window. "My negotiations with the Prime Minister are done, we've agreed that an LFX representative can finish the job. So, where do we go from here?" Any reply that may have been made was cut off by a deafening exposion that swept them all off their feet...



The explosion that was intended to kill Seti Ashar also immediately alerted the local authorities. In the minutes following the blast, as the smoke settled over the half- demolished building, sirens began to wail across the city. Curious citizens were the first to arrive, swarming in and looking up at the devastated structure. The police responded in what was, for them, record time. Barely six minutes had passed since the explosion. They immediately set about securing the area, rushing away several wounded who had been near the blast site. Luckily for them, the weapon had been fairly precise; it did not level the structure, as some of the weapons that may have been available to the terrorists would have. The first question that rose from the police line was: was this a strike against a person, or against the building, or against Commenor?

The crowds had thinned considerably by the time the relief squad arrived. No secondary explosions had been set off, and thus it was deemed safe for an entry team to search the building. As this was happening, the two late-night site-guards waited below, looking up at the damage.
"Who was the room registered to?" One of them, young, with a hand resting on his blaster, asked. There was a pause as the other punched some keys on his data-pad.
"Ashar... Seti Ashar." Silence.
"The Seti Ashar? As in LFX Industrial? That Seti Ashar?"
"Looks that way from here, Jek."
"Who would want him dead, though?"
"I suppose a man in Ashar's position would make a lot of enemies." Jek nodded, still looking at the building...




Seti felt, rather than heard, the blast coming. He threw himself into the bodyguard beside him, knocking them both to the ground. Harriet turned to the window, just as the missile hit it, and was tossed into the far wall like a rag doll. He slumped to the floor, bleeding profusely from a wound in his skull. The fire followed soon after, sweeping in and activating the emergency sprinklers.

The blast that struck the hotel window was powerful enough to completely destroy that block of the building. Thankfully, the missile struck the window and not the wall. The transparisteel did not shatter straight away, but instead bent around it and contained the initial detonation. This certainly saved the lives of those inside the building, and prevented a catastrophe.

Seti picked himself up with great difficulty and took stock of his surroundings. The room was barely recognizable; the fire had literally eaten it. Anything that was left was charred beyond any hope of recognition, twisted and melted, and utterly useless.

The CEO swore. Harriet's body was still in the corner, little more now than a blackened skeleton. Whereas the fireproof window had collapsed onto Seti, and the sprinklers had been active, Harriet had had no such protection. The fire had consumed him in minutes. Unknown to Seti, Harriet's collision with the wall earlier had killed him outright, so he felt nothing as the fire destroyed his body.

Seti swore again.
"Someone is going to pay for this!"



The damage control teams extracted Seti and the other survivors from the wreckage nearly two hours after the blast detonated. The CEO was prescribed a Bacta session for the nasty cuts he had received when the glass shattered. The others were in varying states of injury, and all wee given Bacta treatments on the spot.

Within the hour, however, they were en-route back to their Star Destroyer; the investigation squadron would remove Harriet's body and ensure it was returned to his family. The Vigor made the jump to hyperpsace less than five hours after the attack on Seti Ashar's hotel suite.

<font color=green>Eight Weeks Later - Commenor

The new offices of LFX Industrial, errected in the capitol city of the planet Commenor, shone brightly in the midmorning sun. Spring had come to Commonia, brining with it a new outlook on life... and the future of LFX Industrial.

At this time, Seti Ashar, CEO of LFX Industrial, enters the top floor office of LFX Industrial's office tower, and nods to the assembled executives and others.

"Gentlemen. Where do we stand?" In the eight weeks since the attempted assassination of their esteemed leader, security across all Industrial-held worlds had been heightened to previously unseen levels.

Also in that time, the mysterious Shadow Guard had launched a brutal assault against the prime competitors of LFX Industrial; the Tholatin Drive Yards.

This attack, while thrwarted, had resulted in the aqusition of a host of new production facilities for the Corporation... all of which now sat doctile over Eriadu.

It had also resulted in the loss of twenty frontline warships, all left overs from the old Galactic Defence Iniative. All had been sold to the Tholatins in return of said production facilities. No loss, considering that the administation had been pushing to see these vessels gone for many months now.

Telki Valehla, Minister of Defence in the absence of Lord Protector Hiram Drayson (he was, it was said, leading the New Republic defence of Sernipidal against the Empire... and Seti feverently hoped that his Admiral's ties with the Corporation would not deface the Corporation), was the first to speak.

"Sir! The sale of the Defender-class Star Destroyers and the Aegis-class Star Cruisers to the Tholatin Drive Yards has opened up our resources, and allowed us to produce a host of the new Liberty-class Frontline Destroyers. We have a dozen in active service, and a further ten are expected to be completed within the week. Furthermore, we will soon have a further eight Starblazer Cruiser/Carriers, and fighters to match, with which to fight.

"Sir, the time is ripe to end the threat of out competitors. The Vinda Corporation is under the guns of the Empire currently, and besides poses no threat to ourselves. But the Tholatin Drive Yards have been working against us actively and in secret for months! Now is the time to end their threat and place LFX Industrial at the top of the list!"

The CEO watched the Minister with cool polite attention, and nodded as he sat down again.
"Thank you, Minister. As you all no doubt no, our tactical department has drawn up a set of preliminary plans for action against the Tholatin Drive Yards... as well as a variety of other political and corporate opponents."

Valhela's eyes gleemed with triumph, but that was quickly dashed as the CEO went on.

"However, an attack on TDY at this time seems premature. They are not a threat to us, neither militarily or politically, as of yet. And our deal with the Shadow Guard certainly weakened their position in the overall market... although I admit giving them our old Star Destroyers and cruisers may have been a mistake."

He paused, allowing each of the executives to consider this, before pressing on.

"I would prefer, of course, that LFX Industrial not engage in any kind of hostile actions. But in this galaxy, I see that such an idea is rediculous. I would very much prefer to buy the Tholatin Drive Yards out when the time comes... and I have little doubt that it will, eventually, come.

"As such, current offensive actions will be placed on hold. We will not make a hostile move towards Tholatin, nor any others, for a time yet, if ever at all. I, however, will be leaving shortly. I intend to travel tomorrow to Delaya, and there to discuss with one Lucas Morgon the future of his firm, Pendragon Holdings, which currently controls the planet.

"Pendragon Holdings is a wealthy company that finds it difficult to survive in this galaxy - I intent to offer them a save haven under the guardianship of LFX Industrial."

There was scattered aplause as the CEO took his seat once more. Telki Valhela looked sullen, and kept throwing the CEO glances that told him that the Minister of Defence was not happy.

Seti sighed. It was impossible to please them all. When is Drayson going to get back? he though absently, settling back to hear the other morning reports.

<font color=green>Coruscant - Former Imperial Palace

He was greeted as he stepped off the boarding ramp of the shuttle with a shout and a powerful handshake. Taking the offered hand and clapping him on the back, Seti Ashar cast an eye over his old friend and smiled.

"Zen, you old rogue! It's great to see you again!" The other, not a man but a Nikto, an reptilian alien with a green-blue face, leathery skin, and a small horn atop his head, nodded and smiled a toothy grun at the businessman.

"Seti Ashar," he said, his voice deep and strangley penetrating, "welcome back. I hear you have been busy in the galaxy... the fall of the Galactic Defence Initiative was not small news."

Seti gave a small smile and nodded.

"I've been keeping busy. And nor is the Empire, as I hear it." The Nikto gave a nod and shrugged.

"But what is a businessman to do, Seti? We must continue on as always, or not continue on at all."

"And do our best to survive. You do not fear for Coruscant, Zen?" The alien shook his head.

"Coruscant has stood up to far more in her day, my friend. And the Republic has left this place... it is of no use for the Empire. Coruscant is a dying world, abandoned by her masters and left, for the most part, to her own devices."

"Into the fires of hell," Seti mumbled, looking across the wide vista of Coruscant's never-ending skyline. Shaking his head, he turned back and nodded. "Her own devices. Yes, of course. But it is still a buyer's market, is it not?"

The alien's grin was wide, and he nodded happily.

"A buyer's market... an understatement, Seti. A gross understatement indeed."

The two were crossing the landing platform now, entering the turbolift and rocketing downwards towards the offices of Zen's now very profitable operation. The alien looked Seti over a moment, and frowned.

"I have heard," he said slowly, "that someone wishes to see my friend Seti Ashar not see another day." Seti remained silent, staring straight ahead to the doors of the lift. "I have also heard," he continued, "that they have gone to great lengths to see him killed. I must wonder why Seti Ashar would then travel to Coruscant without an escort."

Seti sighed and turned to the Nikto, his grin gone.

"Zen, I'm fine. I do not know who wants to kill me, or why, though I had a good idea as to the latter. But I am not going to be killed off by some disgruntled spice miner. I am a businessman, Zen. Taking a gamble is part of the life. And when the payoff is this good," he shrugged, "then I'd say it's worth it. Wouldn't you?"

The Nikto, however, was silent.

To be continued...

<font color=green>Coruscant

The lift chute was dark, ominous. Centuries of use had stripped it of any kind of markings, those had long since been rubbed away by the constant motion of the speeding lift cars.

Such was one of thousands, tens of thousands, perhaps even hundreds upon hundreds of thousands, of lift tubes that covered the old Imperial Centre, Coruscant, former home to the Republic.

"Why did the Republic leave Coruscant, anyway?" The two, Seti Ashar and the Nitko Zen, were seated in a comfortable converted lift car. It was small, to be sure, and cramped, but Zen assured them that it was the safest haven his organisation had to offer. If the need arose, the chunk of duracreet beneath it could be blasted away and the car could shoot down the shaft, and avoid danger and detection.

The Nitko shrugged.
"There was no one reason, Seti. And no one knows all of them. The conencious at the time was that Coruscant offered to ripe a target. As the capitol, Coruscant would bring the enemy to herself. Look at the resources the Yuuzhan Vong poured into brining about her downfall!"

"Without much success, it seems." Seti pointed out, referring to the massive route that the Vong had suffered at and following the Battle of Coruscant.

"But imagine, Seti, the disaster if Coruscant had fallen? Uncountable billions who live here... how many would have made it off world, Seti? A few hundred thousand? A million? The death count would have been disasterous."

"So they moved to a smaller world. So that if they were lost.."

"At least the death count wouldn't reach into the trillions. If Coruscant were to fall to the Vong, there is no doubt that more than ten trillion lives would have been extenquished."

"Ten trillion... Unbievable, Zen. But why Corellia?" Again, the Nitko offered only a shrug.
"Who's to say, Seti? The oceans? Or perhaps they wished to be within their safest haven, surrounded by the other worlds of the sector."

"And Centerpoint," Seti added, referring the massive, ages-old construct that was fed power by the twins, Talus and Tralus. "Though fat lot of good that does them, with the Empire swarming across the thing, and all."

Zen nodded and smiled. Centerpoint Station had been responsible for the massacare of the Vong fleet at the Battle of Fondor. A victory, though a costly one, for the Yuuzhan Vong. Though the Republic had not escaped clean, either...

"Tell me again how many died at Fondor, Zen?" He said, his thoughts still occupied with Centerpoint.
"Thousands, Seti, on a hundred or more warships. Three quarters of the Hapan Armada."
"And one weapon."
"One weapon."
"Imagine the power, Zen! One weapon to control the galaxy..." The Nitko frowned.
"It has been tried, my friend. And it was an utter failure. Besides, the Empire holds domain over that station now."
"There is a war going on, Zen. The Empire-"
"The Empire will win the war, Seti. They will crush the Republic beneath the iron fist of Grand Admiral Daemon Hyfe." There was a silence as the Nitko paused. "They will take Coruscant, and restore Imperial Center." Seti chuckled.
"Come what may, Zen. We're businessmen." The Nitko shrugged. As long as he turned a profit, the owners of Coruscant were of little consequence to him.
"Long live the Empire, Seti. Come what may..."