A voice came over the GreyHawk's loudspeaker; <font color=yellow>"This is Major Revenar, would all passengers check to thier posts, we are two minutes from the rendezvous"

<font color=lime>You heard the Major, hop to it Guys!<font color=white> Ren Chuckled as he rose from the sabacc table and made his way to the cockpit.


<font color=red>Two Minutes Later

<font color=yellow>"Dropping out of hyperspace now sir."

<font color=lime>"Good, open a channel to all ships, and send a Universal greeting.Then Request docking protocols with the Trade Federation Vessel.


This Should be fun. . .

The <!--EZCODE ITALIC START--> Free Wind<!--EZCODE ITALIC END--> slid into place with the rest of the ships, and a shuttle darted out.

Ten minutes later,


<!--EZCODE BOLD START--> Gentlemen, let's call this meeting to order. From what I have gathered, the Representitive from MMI may be a little late, so let's get on with it.

Mr. Raktus, as this has so far been your brainchild, I will let you begin. Please, bring fourth your business.<!--EZCODE BOLD END-->

Kas sat, and the rep. from IDT stood.

The Viceroy raised his hand to the Protocal Droid that stood at his side, an obvious sign that he wanted the beverages, and refreshments brought into the large meeting room that each of the representatives had been escorted into. Two Droideka Destroyer Droids stood guard at the thick, blaster resistant doors.

He sat back in his chair, and folded his hands as Raktus stood, and the Protocal Droid casually walked around the table with a tray, allowing each representative to take what they desired off of the tray.

Noding to the indication that it was his turn to speak, he stood, pressing the chair back with his legs.

"My dear collegues, these are very dark days under which we operate. With the war just showing signs of its ending, mass's of our own networks destroyed by both the loss of life and ships, it becomes harder and harder to keep things above status quo. Im sure you understand what I mean.

"What I wish to propose is a way to not only keep our profits up, not only now, but for all time. My friends, I propose an Interstellar Conglomorate, an extremely close alliance of all our assets. This would not only guaruntee our financial empires longer and more prudent life, but also give us all a greater defense from those empires that would seek us harm..."

[i]He let this sink in before continuing...

As Heir Raktus spoke it was quite plain to all that he was passionate about what he was speaking of.

Kas nodded for him to continue.

The Trade Federation Viceroy nodded his head, agreeing with the words of the man. The were quite intriguing. He had had simular ambitions in his youth, but never acted upon them.

He, too nodded his head, and awaited the IDTech CEO to continue.

"My friends, with a pooled amount of resource's and a willingness for cooperation we can far surpass any given profit margin set out by our individual logistics departments by any given margin. Our economic might would be unseen, unweildly, and furthermore power. My friends, what this is is control, this is dominance in the only way we have. And thats my proposal to you all, the formation of this Conglomorate to ensure our longevity and good fortune..."