Once more, Tempest had donned her Ubese armor and sealed mask to adopt the persona of ‘Niash’ for her business that evening. The Dark Lord was exceptionally careful to keep her true identity a mystery to the Galaxy, enabling her to do business without association and scrutiny. Her efforts on Tatooine - negotiating an exclusive contract with the Hutt Cartel - was already to bear fruit. Silicax Oxalate flowed through mines and refineries that she owned, and the mineral had already begun to generate a small fortune.
It enabled Niash to expand her operations - with the raw capital to invest in additional droid workers and facilities. Naturally, it didn’t take long for her attention to turn to a planet so aptly named. Opportunity.
With rich mineral resources and a developing economy, Niash saw no better location to expand her mining enterprise. Though no lack of effort, she’d managed to secure a meeting with the planetary Governor - scheduled to discuss an arrangement. She wasn’t blind to the risks that came from doing business in the Consortium, especially after her confrontation with the President himself. But the potential profit and influence outweighed the miniscule risk of her cover ever being blown.
Niash’s Pathfinder-Class dipped low in the atmosphere of Opportunity, making its gradual approach towards the Spaceport. The vessel had been an unofficial bribe after Tempest had lended her hand to beating back the Kiliks months ago, and it - along with the cargo-hold filled with precious metals - had been discreetly registered under Niash’s name for her operations. She knew that the Governor’s men would be waiting to greet her upon arrival - and promptly ran a hand across her characteristic Ubese bodysuit and cloak, smoothing down the material.
With any luck, it would prove to be a productive afternoon.
It enabled Niash to expand her operations - with the raw capital to invest in additional droid workers and facilities. Naturally, it didn’t take long for her attention to turn to a planet so aptly named. Opportunity.
With rich mineral resources and a developing economy, Niash saw no better location to expand her mining enterprise. Though no lack of effort, she’d managed to secure a meeting with the planetary Governor - scheduled to discuss an arrangement. She wasn’t blind to the risks that came from doing business in the Consortium, especially after her confrontation with the President himself. But the potential profit and influence outweighed the miniscule risk of her cover ever being blown.
Niash’s Pathfinder-Class dipped low in the atmosphere of Opportunity, making its gradual approach towards the Spaceport. The vessel had been an unofficial bribe after Tempest had lended her hand to beating back the Kiliks months ago, and it - along with the cargo-hold filled with precious metals - had been discreetly registered under Niash’s name for her operations. She knew that the Governor’s men would be waiting to greet her upon arrival - and promptly ran a hand across her characteristic Ubese bodysuit and cloak, smoothing down the material.
With any luck, it would prove to be a productive afternoon.