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A large polished metal conference table fills the innards of a large, dimly lit room. At the table sits various men and women of varying species ranging from Twi'leks to a single Hutt sitting close to the head of the table. They number about twenty six plus a figure hidden in the shadows at the head of the table. A low chatter occurs as servant droids bring in cups of stim tea for everyone. When the serving is done, everyone grows quiet without a word having to be said. Everyone turns towards the figure at the head of the table. The figure puffed on a thin black cigar for a moment before removing it.
"My trusted associates, welcome to the first meeting of the Committee. All things discussed here are to never leave this room unless they are agreed upon orders. Now, let us discuss the recent actions of Manager 1-20, Brutus Nogoth. As you are all aware, mister Nogoth's organiztion, the Galactic Liberation Front has enacted a number of synchronized terrorist attacks. We must congradulate Manager Nogoth on his precision and efficiency in planning these attacks," the figure said in a smooth, calm voice.
The men and women clapped and some nodded towards Nogoth who sat close to the head of the table near the shadowy figure. The clapping quickly cut off though as all noticed the figure waiting.
"Now, as you are all aware, there is one thing that the Union must always be known for and that is our ability to aquire certain technologies and items. With our silent vice grip on galactic crime, we can do this quite easily thanks to the joining together of the major crime sydicates of the galaxy... Now, let us see how Project Trifectiv is coming. Manager Maltoc?"
A slim twi'lek with pasty skin stood up and bowed towards the shadowy figure. He then hit a button on the table, causing a trap door in the table to open and a holoprojector to appear. An image of a human appeared.
"This, fellow members of the Committee, Chairman, is Osto Grimwell, a starship engineer. He is currently under the employ of the New Order at their shipyards at Coruscant. We have recruited him for phase one of Project Trifectiv. The sole purpose of this operation is to aquire certain schematics and devices for us to advance to phase two of the project. Now, we already have our controller in place to keep Grimwell on task. My daughter, Imidi Yalu, will be Grimwell's controller in this operation. She will be responsible also for getting the information out of Imperial territory quickly and effeciently after Grimwell has delivered it to her."
"Excellent, Manager Moltoc. Now, let us get onto other matters at hand," the Chairman said from the shadows as he tapped his cigar into an ashtray on the side before bringing it up to his mouth and puffing on it, producing a small flare of orange light, but still not enough to barely even see an outline of the Chairman's features.
Moltoc bowed again before taking his seat. Several members of the Committee now took a sip of their stim tea, as did the Chairman. Then a large, heavily muscled transdoshan stood up and waited for the Chairman to recognize him.
"Ah, Manager Trossk, please inform the Committee of the progress with the slaving operation of Kashyyk."
"Yes, Chairman," Trossk grunted and bowed before he brought up his own display on the projector and began to speak as the meeting of the Committee continued.
A large polished metal conference table fills the innards of a large, dimly lit room. At the table sits various men and women of varying species ranging from Twi'leks to a single Hutt sitting close to the head of the table. They number about twenty six plus a figure hidden in the shadows at the head of the table. A low chatter occurs as servant droids bring in cups of stim tea for everyone. When the serving is done, everyone grows quiet without a word having to be said. Everyone turns towards the figure at the head of the table. The figure puffed on a thin black cigar for a moment before removing it.
"My trusted associates, welcome to the first meeting of the Committee. All things discussed here are to never leave this room unless they are agreed upon orders. Now, let us discuss the recent actions of Manager 1-20, Brutus Nogoth. As you are all aware, mister Nogoth's organiztion, the Galactic Liberation Front has enacted a number of synchronized terrorist attacks. We must congradulate Manager Nogoth on his precision and efficiency in planning these attacks," the figure said in a smooth, calm voice.
The men and women clapped and some nodded towards Nogoth who sat close to the head of the table near the shadowy figure. The clapping quickly cut off though as all noticed the figure waiting.
"Now, as you are all aware, there is one thing that the Union must always be known for and that is our ability to aquire certain technologies and items. With our silent vice grip on galactic crime, we can do this quite easily thanks to the joining together of the major crime sydicates of the galaxy... Now, let us see how Project Trifectiv is coming. Manager Maltoc?"
A slim twi'lek with pasty skin stood up and bowed towards the shadowy figure. He then hit a button on the table, causing a trap door in the table to open and a holoprojector to appear. An image of a human appeared.
"This, fellow members of the Committee, Chairman, is Osto Grimwell, a starship engineer. He is currently under the employ of the New Order at their shipyards at Coruscant. We have recruited him for phase one of Project Trifectiv. The sole purpose of this operation is to aquire certain schematics and devices for us to advance to phase two of the project. Now, we already have our controller in place to keep Grimwell on task. My daughter, Imidi Yalu, will be Grimwell's controller in this operation. She will be responsible also for getting the information out of Imperial territory quickly and effeciently after Grimwell has delivered it to her."
"Excellent, Manager Moltoc. Now, let us get onto other matters at hand," the Chairman said from the shadows as he tapped his cigar into an ashtray on the side before bringing it up to his mouth and puffing on it, producing a small flare of orange light, but still not enough to barely even see an outline of the Chairman's features.
Moltoc bowed again before taking his seat. Several members of the Committee now took a sip of their stim tea, as did the Chairman. Then a large, heavily muscled transdoshan stood up and waited for the Chairman to recognize him.
"Ah, Manager Trossk, please inform the Committee of the progress with the slaving operation of Kashyyk."
"Yes, Chairman," Trossk grunted and bowed before he brought up his own display on the projector and began to speak as the meeting of the Committee continued.