Druckenwell was a hellscape of trade negotiations between despicable people and industry designed to further warfare for the sake of profits... and it was probably why he felt so immediately at home. His adopted home of Tinnel IV was a hive of scum mascaraing as a polite, Core, society and it seemed to him like Druckenwell was basically trying to accomplish the same thing. They were a planet of arms dealers, ironmongers and businessmen so shady that even the Hutts thought they probably needed to have more oversight.
So they were perfect.
An entire planet that could help him build up the ISC military while gaining enough oversight to at least pretend to be civilized people? They were perfect to join the ISC and the only reason that he could think that they hadn't was that they had decided they were better off on their own. Which he would be happy to work with Sibyl Lassiter to ensure they received a comprehensive education on why that was not the case.
One thing he had insisted upon for the meeting however was the ship he and Sibyl would arrive in.
Arriving into atmosphere aboard the EM-1 Corvette, "The President's Favourite", sent a message that he was very happy to send. A reminder to the people they were there to meet, who could see them from the meeting room's windows as they approached the landing pad he was certain, that the ISC had a navy that could showcase firepower and elegance. So they could see it as a symbol of the power that they could be a part of.
And?
If he was being honest with himself?
As he waited for the ramp to come down upon landing, he turned to Sibyl and admitted it aloud.
"Always wanted to show up in one of these. Damned if Naboo doesn't make military ships look like limos."
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