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Empress Teta: A thriving world of business and wealth. Although not as in the lime light as, say, Coruscant, or Corellia as of late, Empress Teta was unique in many ways. One such way being it was the home of the one and only Allemn Holdings, a galaxy spanning investment firm that owned stakes in near countless business ventures. Not all of them panned out, but considering the financial stability of the company whose namesake belonged to Pierce Allemn, for the most part their ventures were successful.
Pierce reflected on this as he rode a turbo lift from his penthouse within the skyscraper belonging to his company that lined the skyline of Cinnegar, the city that dominated near half of the planet itself. The private turbolift he rode was encompassed in glass, allowing him a full 180 degree view of the city-scape surrounding him. He puffed on the cigarette between his fingers while admiring the view. However, the majesty of Cinnegar was far from the primary thing on his mind at this point in time. The turbolift in question carried the influential man down until it passed through an access tunnel into the very foundation of the sky scraper, leading down into the depths of an underground office accessible only through the penthouse of Mr. Allemn himself, and an access tunnel, the entrance thereof hidden throughout the building.
With a closed circuit security system, and ancillary power sources with its own generator and backup generator, and a self contained triple encrypted network (courtesy of SOL-Arts), this subterranean bunker served as his throne, if you will, for all things pertaining to his real source of power.
"The Exchange..."
Today, amidst other days, was important because for the first time in recent memory, Pierce Allemn, Director of The Exchange (known only by a handful of people, namely the bosses of his underground organization) was to meet with the bosses who helped him run the criminal underground. Some of them would be invited to attend in person, whereas others would attend via holocall. Whatever the case, the purpose of this meeting was the same. To discuss the recent events transporting throughout the Galaxy, and to determine future courses of action for The Exchange in achieving its overall goal.
Making money, and doing it better than anyone else. Because we don't give a frak how we do it.
Deigning to sit in a large Bantha leather chair at the head of a long table, Pierce lit a fresh cigarette and puffed eagerly while he awaited his guests to join him for the meeting. They had better not keep him waiting...
@Mavis Deacon , @Arclight , @Nor'baal @Benvenu7 @Tisha Elsin
Pierce reflected on this as he rode a turbo lift from his penthouse within the skyscraper belonging to his company that lined the skyline of Cinnegar, the city that dominated near half of the planet itself. The private turbolift he rode was encompassed in glass, allowing him a full 180 degree view of the city-scape surrounding him. He puffed on the cigarette between his fingers while admiring the view. However, the majesty of Cinnegar was far from the primary thing on his mind at this point in time. The turbolift in question carried the influential man down until it passed through an access tunnel into the very foundation of the sky scraper, leading down into the depths of an underground office accessible only through the penthouse of Mr. Allemn himself, and an access tunnel, the entrance thereof hidden throughout the building.
With a closed circuit security system, and ancillary power sources with its own generator and backup generator, and a self contained triple encrypted network (courtesy of SOL-Arts), this subterranean bunker served as his throne, if you will, for all things pertaining to his real source of power.
"The Exchange..."
Today, amidst other days, was important because for the first time in recent memory, Pierce Allemn, Director of The Exchange (known only by a handful of people, namely the bosses of his underground organization) was to meet with the bosses who helped him run the criminal underground. Some of them would be invited to attend in person, whereas others would attend via holocall. Whatever the case, the purpose of this meeting was the same. To discuss the recent events transporting throughout the Galaxy, and to determine future courses of action for The Exchange in achieving its overall goal.
Making money, and doing it better than anyone else. Because we don't give a frak how we do it.
Deigning to sit in a large Bantha leather chair at the head of a long table, Pierce lit a fresh cigarette and puffed eagerly while he awaited his guests to join him for the meeting. They had better not keep him waiting...
@Mavis Deacon , @Arclight , @Nor'baal @Benvenu7 @Tisha Elsin
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