Sol snorted when he thought about the new decoration adorning the fifty meter high bacta holding tanks. Verachen Viekoth had requested that the tanks be painted with murals memorializing the Ashern freedom fighters. When the Vratix had shown Sol the design, Sol had commented that there had been nothing on the paper.
A week later a very "wispy" Gand artist arrived on Brosi to paint the tanks. A week later the painter left returned to Gand with a considerable sum of money. The tanks still seemed the same stock grey color. During the coming weeks Sol recieved many calls from native Brosi near humans, questioning him on why the murals on the tanks appeared so fragmented, so unfinished.
Finally, Sol questioned Viekoth about the tanks. The tanks had indeed been painted, but with colors in a spectrum not visible by humans. The Brosi could see some of the colors, but not all of them. Viekoth had described the murals to all be masterpieces worthy of Ashern freedom fighters.
"Heh..."
Sol cleared his mind of this humorous incident. The production of bacta was going perfectly according to schedule. CTI's corporate backers and stock holders were very happy as were the people of Brosi. CTI had brought a much needed boost to the planet's economy. Sol turned his eyes to the forest. The trees were beautiful. Some of the taller ones were flowering this time of the year.
"Son of a bitch..."
Standing behind one of the trees was a camera man. He was taking pictures of the tanks, refineries, and even the workers' housing. Sol took out his comlink.
"Sijo, we have Code Gamma-Two in the woods northeast of Building A of Compound C.
"I'm on it Mr. Nyhammer."
A few minutes later, jogging across the field between the bacta compounds and the compound, were the Grand, Sijo, and the Wookie, Mowtracca. Both were very large males. Both specialized in cracking skulls. Reaching the photographer, Sijo snatched the camera from the man. He tried to grab it back but Mowtracca had him by the throat before he got even close.
Sol took pleasure in seeing the camera smashed into many pieces as is it hit a tree. In a few hours, this Zaltan Bacta Cartel spy would wake up on a transport in route to who know where.
Satisfied, Sol returned to his office.
"Any messages Tinsan?"
"You've recieved five cease and desist orders from those Zaltan fuckers. The third also orders you hand over Verachen Viekoth. The fifth one orders you to compensate them for the business that they are losing within the Commonwealth and its surrounding space."
"Delete them, and hold my calls."
Sol pulled a bottle of Corellian Ale from his desk drawer along with a large glass.
"What a day... What a day..." he mumbled as he drank up.
A week later a very "wispy" Gand artist arrived on Brosi to paint the tanks. A week later the painter left returned to Gand with a considerable sum of money. The tanks still seemed the same stock grey color. During the coming weeks Sol recieved many calls from native Brosi near humans, questioning him on why the murals on the tanks appeared so fragmented, so unfinished.
Finally, Sol questioned Viekoth about the tanks. The tanks had indeed been painted, but with colors in a spectrum not visible by humans. The Brosi could see some of the colors, but not all of them. Viekoth had described the murals to all be masterpieces worthy of Ashern freedom fighters.
"Heh..."
Sol cleared his mind of this humorous incident. The production of bacta was going perfectly according to schedule. CTI's corporate backers and stock holders were very happy as were the people of Brosi. CTI had brought a much needed boost to the planet's economy. Sol turned his eyes to the forest. The trees were beautiful. Some of the taller ones were flowering this time of the year.
"Son of a bitch..."
Standing behind one of the trees was a camera man. He was taking pictures of the tanks, refineries, and even the workers' housing. Sol took out his comlink.
"Sijo, we have Code Gamma-Two in the woods northeast of Building A of Compound C.
"I'm on it Mr. Nyhammer."
A few minutes later, jogging across the field between the bacta compounds and the compound, were the Grand, Sijo, and the Wookie, Mowtracca. Both were very large males. Both specialized in cracking skulls. Reaching the photographer, Sijo snatched the camera from the man. He tried to grab it back but Mowtracca had him by the throat before he got even close.
Sol took pleasure in seeing the camera smashed into many pieces as is it hit a tree. In a few hours, this Zaltan Bacta Cartel spy would wake up on a transport in route to who know where.
Satisfied, Sol returned to his office.
"Any messages Tinsan?"
"You've recieved five cease and desist orders from those Zaltan fuckers. The third also orders you hand over Verachen Viekoth. The fifth one orders you to compensate them for the business that they are losing within the Commonwealth and its surrounding space."
"Delete them, and hold my calls."
Sol pulled a bottle of Corellian Ale from his desk drawer along with a large glass.
"What a day... What a day..." he mumbled as he drank up.