PriceCorp: A Pivotal Contract

[Vosrik]

Corellia​

Davian Price waited patiently in the private shuttle as it flew gracefully through the Corellian sky. Although the view was stunning nonetheless, he much preferred Coruscant, as the air here was tinged a slight brown from all the ship manufacturing that took place. His business today, however, was with the Senator Aren Krass.

Although the two had discussed ship building before, that was almost a month ago. So much had changed since then; PriceCorp was now a subsidiary of Czerka, Davian had been to his first podrace (and his own sponsored podracer had won!), and the Inner Rim was in turmoil with the Sith terrorist attack on Chandrila. The Sector Rangers and the Border Alliance were being given some love right now, and Davian didn't want to miss this perfect opportunity. Although he hated the idea, war really did profit.

The pilot announced around his shoulder that they were arriving at the office of the Senator. Davian smiled and nodded, taking the next few precious moments to stare out at the skyline through the transparisteel sides of the transport. It slowed to a stop, and a hatch on the side opened up to a walkway, leading to the office. Davian shook the pilot's hand and stepped off, mentally preparing himself as he always did before attending an important meeting.

(@Prudence)

 

[Prudence]

Krass was seated in his Senatorial office in Coronet Corellia. The bantha leather flowform chair wrapped around him and provided a comfortable seat for him as he managed his business. He had three offices, and it had taken a team of highly trained staff to learn how to keep them all in sync. He had one in the Corellian Embassy on Chandrilla. He also had his office in the Senate Building on Chandrilla, and finally his office at home on Corellia. He spent the most of his time in the senate building, but occasionally he got the 'treat ' to go back home to Corellia. Krass wasn't one for nostalgia, but it was good for morale for his constitutes to see him at home occasionally, so here he was. One of hte men who had attended his workers gala a month before was now here, to discuss some new venture. He wasn't certain what he wanted, but he had allotted him an appointment anyways.

As the man entered he smiled, "Hello, how may I help you?"

 

[Vosrik]

Davian smiled back warmly and approached the Senator's desk. Offering his hand, he answered, "It's a pleasure seeing you again, Mr. Krass. I'm not sure if you remember me, but I'm Davian, Davian Price. I'm the CEO of PriceCorp, a fuel company that is now a proud subsidiary of Czerka. A month ago we spoke about ship manufacturing, I believe. I must say, although I had great ambitions at the time, the fuel business called me back."

Taking a seat facing the Senator, Davian brought out a Czerka iPack and brought up some information for himself. "I'm sure the past week has been a busy one for you. What with the Sith attack and scramble for security..." he furrowed his brow, frowning and shaking his head. "It's such an outrage, really. I wouldn't get within 5 kilometers of those beasts. Although I'm sure you've heard enough about the story, so I'll get to the point."

Davian folded his hands and continued, "I was informed that you have some authority in the running of the Border Alliance, or at least some good contacts with them. I'd like to offer you a very special opportunity. Especially during dark times like these, we want our military outfitted with nothing but the best. Armor, weaponry, ships, you name it. They get the top-of-the-line stuff. With this in mind, I'd like to set up a special contract with the Border Alliance. PriceCorp fuel is a cut above the rest, unparalleled in efficiency and price."

Tapping on the datapad a few times, he laid it on the desk and turned it to face Aren Krass. It showed the details of his contract as well as specifications of PriceCorp's renowned fuel. "We would like to have the exclusive provision of the Border Alliance's ship fuel, in return for a rather substantial discount. The Republic's forces would benefit from our premium product, and I guarantee it would be far cheaper than what's being paid for as of today." With his spiel concluded, Davian leaned back in his chair, calmly awaiting any comments, questions, or criticisms.

 

[Aren Krass]

Oh God. Aren thought at the reference of the Border Alliance. Czerka had sent him this young gun trying to negotiate with the KRIFFING Border Alliance. Of all the motherkarking agencies he hated, the Border Alliance. Roderick would get a nice laugh at Krass attempting to broker with them.

He arched his eyebrows as he listened,

"I do remember our conversation, and I haven't the slightest doubt that Czerka PriceCorp has the finest fuels around." Of course, he was just stroking the kid's ego to make him feel good. Krass didn't give a damn about fuel, or fuel quality, and didn't know if PriceCorp was any better than bantha piss.

"I would be glad to broker for you, assuming that PriceCorp can afford my expenses, and my brokerage fees?"

 

[Vosrik]

Davian was slightly put out by Aren's comment about PriceCorp's "finest" fuels. It seemed almost sarcastic, dismissive even. Did Dr. Nahr send him to the right contact?

Without skipping a beat, Davian replied cheerily, "Almost certainly. What expenses would you be accruing, and will you be charging a transactional brokerage fee or just a flat one?"

 

[Aren Krass]

Aren glanced up for a moment in thought before saying "A flat rate would be fine. Two thousand credits per hour I spend brokering for you, as well as the cost of travel, lodging, and food and drink during my stay. We'll be going to Bandomeer."

 

[Vosrik]

"Bantha fodder, this guy's expensive!" Davian inwardly winced as his face, in contrast, stayed impassive and business-like. He took a moment to consider his options. He could find another person to broker the deal, but that might prove even more expensive. Plus it would be rather rude to refuse, and he didn't want to get on a Senator's bad side, especially the Senator of Corellia. One thing was certain though.

He needed this contract.

Davian smiled again and nodded in approval. "It's a deal. When do you propose we make the trip?"

 

[Aren Krass]

"In the morning I will depart Coronet for Bandomeer. You may accompany me, or you can make your own travel arrangements."

 

[Vosrik]

"Alright then, I'll see you tomorrow. I'll be traveling in my own ship if it's not too much trouble. I'll give you a call when I reach Bandomeer." Davian replied as he got up and offered a hand to the Senator again.

On his way back to the skycab, he took a moment to send a quick update to Magnus on how the meeting went. Despite the cyborg's rather apathetic take on literally everything, the two had bonded well over the past year and a half since Davian hired him. They conferred often on how business was going and advice for tough decisions. The message sent, Davian packed his datapad away and boarded the cab, curious to see how the next day would unfold.

​

The Celeritate drifted through the Bandomeer skies the next day, after an uneventful trip from Corellia. Davian punched in some buttons on his communications array to contact Aren Krass and waited patiently for the Senator to respond. His current course was set to the Border Alliance HQ. Davian didn't like the planet very much; everything looked dull, worn down, and generally lacked the liveliness of Coruscant or any other Core systems.

 

[Jillian Chalu'kanji]

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Border Alliance H.Q, Bandomeer


Why couldn't Senators just stay in the Core being useless, calling the Border Alliance names or just ignoring it? What couldn't Senator Krass (whom she immediately re-designated as Senator Grass) just stay home? Did he even like the BA? Jillian had absolutely no clue, and only the faintest idea of what the meeting was actually supposed to be about. Politics and messages were boring, and boring things were best ignored. But unfortunately a Senator actually showing up in person was anything but boring. And as tempting as the idea was, she couldn't exactly ignore him. It probably wouldn't do much for the BA cause to have the guy get assassinated out here or some such. Especially after the other guy had already been assassinated. So Jillian guessed she was having the first actual important meeting of her life since the one she'd had with her previous Commanding Officer telling her that she was being discharged for being a terrible human being. It had been that meeting that had led her to the Border Alliance in the first place, and she was hoping that this one wouldn't be nearly as life-changing.

She kept telling herself that wasn't actually possible, as she could basically just ignore the Senator if she felt like it. It was what the Border Alliance had been doing since it existed, on a much larger scale of course. If the Senate had its way the BA wouldn't even exist.

So she was fully prepared to tell the man to go straight back where he'd kriffing came from if he was out here to try to see if he could order her around just because she was new at this. She even had some notecards prepared with a few more colorful phrases that she didn't want to risk forgetting just in case. But there was always the chance that it could be a positive thing.

Of course if she'd paid attention in the first place, she'd probably know for certain. But where was the fun in that?

The room she'd set aside for meeting them in the BA's H.Q wasn't much really. They didn't have a lot of space to devote to conference rooms for meeting and the like, and if Jillian even had an office in the place she'd burn in to the ground on principal. They'd be meeting in some tertiary command center or some nonsense. One of the rooms used to help coordinate their activity in a sector. It was small, filled with rows of powered down computers, and cheap wheeled swivel chairs. The middle was dominated by one of those big display wall things that were really freaking cool, but Jillian couldn't remember what they were actually called. Nor did she really care, it was cool and that was what mattered.

So if the Senator and his friend wanted to meet, it'd be a standing meeting or they'd be sitting in chairs that some sweaty technician named Heinrich probably sat in, and got little bits of snack food all over. Jillian wouldn't be sitting however. She was leaning against the awesome glass-computer-display thing, wearing her usual black t-shirt, black pants, and black boots. She wasn't armed, but not worried about that fact. She had note cards. The room was empty aside from her, and everything was powered down to avoid giving away any crucial information. There were other BA personnel around the facility, including those that would meet and greet their guests at the front gates, and escort them here. Security was tight after the assassination of Commander Quin, so no weapons or recoding devices would be allowed past the gates. The latter was for security, it was better to keep it under wraps as much as possible to avoid tempting any would be assassins.

"Ugh. Show up already," She complained to the boring, unpainted, bare metal doors that still weren't opening. She just wanted to get this over with and get back to important stuff. Like looking cool and shooting down Sith starfighters.

[FANCYBOX2]

Galavant | The Republic​

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@Prudence @Vosrik

 

[Aren Krass]

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Border Alliance H.Q, Bandomeer


Why couldn't Senators just stay in the Core being useless, calling the Border Alliance names or just ignoring it? What couldn't Senator Krass (whom she immediately re-designated as Senator Grass) just stay home? Did he even like the BA? Jillian had absolutely no clue, and only the faintest idea of what the meeting was actually supposed to be about. Politics and messages were boring, and boring things were best ignored. But unfortunately a Senator actually showing up in person was anything but boring. And as tempting as the idea was, she couldn't exactly ignore him. It probably wouldn't do much for the BA cause to have the guy get assassinated out here or some such. Especially after the other guy had already been assassinated. So Jillian guessed she was having the first actual important meeting of her life since the one she'd had with her previous Commanding Officer telling her that she was being discharged for being a terrible human being. It had been that meeting that had led her to the Border Alliance in the first place, and she was hoping that this one wouldn't be nearly as life-changing.

She kept telling herself that wasn't actually possible, as she could basically just ignore the Senator if she felt like it. It was what the Border Alliance had been doing since it existed, on a much larger scale of course. If the Senate had its way the BA wouldn't even exist.

So she was fully prepared to tell the man to go straight back where he'd kriffing came from if he was out here to try to see if he could order her around just because she was new at this. She even had some notecards prepared with a few more colorful phrases that she didn't want to risk forgetting just in case. But there was always the chance that it could be a positive thing.

Of course if she'd paid attention in the first place, she'd probably know for certain. But where was the fun in that?

The room she'd set aside for meeting them in the BA's H.Q wasn't much really. They didn't have a lot of space to devote to conference rooms for meeting and the like, and if Jillian even had an office in the place she'd burn in to the ground on principal. They'd be meeting in some tertiary command center or some nonsense. One of the rooms used to help coordinate their activity in a sector. It was small, filled with rows of powered down computers, and cheap wheeled swivel chairs. The middle was dominated by one of those big display wall things that were really freaking cool, but Jillian couldn't remember what they were actually called. Nor did she really care, it was cool and that was what mattered.

So if the Senator and his friend wanted to meet, it'd be a standing meeting or they'd be sitting in chairs that some sweaty technician named Heinrich probably sat in, and got little bits of snack food all over. Jillian wouldn't be sitting however. She was leaning against the awesome glass-computer-display thing, wearing her usual black t-shirt, black pants, and black boots. She wasn't armed, but not worried about that fact. She had note cards. The room was empty aside from her, and everything was powered down to avoid giving away any crucial information. There were other BA personnel around the facility, including those that would meet and greet their guests at the front gates, and escort them here. Security was tight after the assassination of Commander Quin, so no weapons or recoding devices would be allowed past the gates. The latter was for security, it was better to keep it under wraps as much as possible to avoid tempting any would be assassins.

"Ugh. Show up already," She complained to the boring, unpainted, bare metal doors that still weren't opening. She just wanted to get this over with and get back to important stuff. Like looking cool and shooting down Sith starfighters.

[FANCYBOX2]

Galavant | The Republic​

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@Prudence @Vosrik

Krass was timely, as he usually was, when arriving to Bandomere. His gracefully slid through the air, a stark contrast to the poorer, warring planet below it. Landing in the official BA hangar, Krass was met in the hangar by Border Alliance Guards. The first individuals to depart his ship were his CorSec Royal Guards. As an important individual, Krass was appointed a royal, and highly trained detail of CorSec guards, adorned in blue formal robes with hoods. He was the next one down, wearing a short and concise black business suit, with his canvass coat flapping in the wind behind him.

Krass rolled his eyes as he surveyed the planet he was stepping on to. As a man who devoutly hated the Border Alliance, here he kriffing was, in their HQ. He had ensured that compensation for the job merited the chore of having to pretend to not loathe the individual he was dealing with on Bandomere. He briskly strode across the cracked permacrete floor towards the BA Personnel waiting for him.

"Senator Krass, I'll have to ask that you leave any weapons and guards in the hangar."

Krass nodded, and his guards broke rank, allowing him to pass by them, and then took up a formal position by the doors. The BA guard withdrew a hand scanner, and began wanding Krass. He rolled his eyes, putting a bit of edge into his words, "I'm a member of the Republic government, I know your policy on weapons."

"We still have to check sir." Said the guard as he finished his search.

He was then lead deep into the facility, through winding corridors. It reeked of starship lubricant, acrid smoke, grease, and weapons discharge in the facility. When they came to a stop, they were in a command room of some sort, completely evacuated of its personal, and all of the machinery switched off. He saw a single woman, dressed rather informally, waiting for him. He extended his hand to greet her,

"Senator Aren Krass, pleasure to meet you Commander." The last bit was forced, as there was nothing pleasurable about the Border Alliance as far as Krass was concerned.

 

[Vosrik]

Davian's Celeritate landed gently in the hangar of the headquarters. Before exiting his quaint freighter, he donned his exquisite burgundy jacket and looked at himself in a mirror. Flashing a smile and running a hand through his wavy hair, he deemed himself presentable (quite handsom if he did say so himself) and continued down the landing ramp that extended to the ground.

The sound of bustling mechanics and repair crews filled Davian's ears as he continued toward the door to the HQ proper. He was pleased to see that the Senator had arrived shortly before him, with a pair of fancy-looking guards to boot. Davian strode up behind him to catch a BA soldier say, "We still have to check sir," as he waved a scanner around the Senator.

Davian smirked and pulled out his small blaster from its holster under his jacket, handing it to the officer. Not that Davian thought he'd need it, surrounded by so much security, but it didn't hurt to be prepared. "That's all I got, officer, but go right ahead and check," he commented, standing still as he was scanned and found clean.

He followed the group silently, taking in the sights and smells of the facility. If the Border Alliance saved any money from the contract, Davian hoped they'd use it to make the place more pleasant to work in. Smelling crude oil and other pungent aromas all day was sure to do some damage to your lungs eventually. As they entered the "meeting room" (if it could be called that even), Davian strode beside Krass and extended his own hand with a warm smile, "And I'm Davian. Davian Price. I'm the CEO of PriceCorp, a fuel company from the Core." Conversely, Davian's voice was genuinely amiable and cheerful. He was truly pleased to meet a Commander of the Border Alliance.

 

[Jillian Chalu'kanji]

"Senator Aren Krass, pleasure to meet you Commander."

"Likewise," Jillian replied with a grin as she shook the man's hand very firmly. The Senator might not have been having fun, but she was.

"And I'm Davian. Davian Price. I'm the CEO of PriceCorp, a fuel company from the Core."

Jillian shook his hand, just as firmly as the Senator's, but didn't return his smile. Instead she rolled her eyes.

"Let me guess you want to sell the Border Alliance gas and you want to do for a low-low price?" She asked sarcastically, crossing her arms. Subtlety wasn't really her thing, and she wasn't going to dance around the issue and exchange pleasantries. Mr. Price was acting nice enough she supposed, but she didn't trust that it was genuine at this juncture. Someone looking to sell something to someone was of course going to act nice to them, otherwise they'd have a hard time getting through the front door. The problem was that Jillian was kind of a jerk, especially when it came to things like this. She enjoyed pissing people off just for the hell of it, nothing cheered her up more than getting some bureaucrat mad at her. In a bar, with a few drinks, and laughs among friends? Sure, she could be nice enough. If they weren't being dumb. Or stupid. Or going on about some rule or another. In a meeting with figures of authority? Well, the entire Senate wasn't exactly on a list of people she wanted to talk to. More like on a list of people she'd rather get arrested trying to beat some sense into.

Maybe what Mr. Price was doing worked when it came to the business of negotiating business. Unfortunately he was currently dealing with a woman who could care less about credits, could care less about economics, was always looking for a fight, and was as diplomatic as one of the proton bombs she'd dropped on Serenno.

In the back of her head, she wondered why the Senator was there exactly. Was Pricecorp affiliated with Corellia? Hell if she knew, but she got the feeling that he'd sooner issue an embargo against them than try to sell them a bunch of gas. And come to think of it, she didn't really care. It was curious, but that kind of political nonsense that was interesting as a news story to read. Beyond that not really worth a lot of time, effort, or braincells.

@Prudence @Vosrik

 

[Vosrik]

Was Davian really the only one here who actually wanted the Border Alliance to be fitted with better fuel? His opinion of the Senator was set back by a notch when Davian heard the pronounced strain in Aren's greeting. Then this commander didn't even return his friendly greeting; on the contrary, she rolled her eyes at him for merely mentioning his company! At this point, Davian was more than a little irked with the whole situation. Zilmon Nahr had definitely sent him to the wrong Senator. It seemed that neither the Senator nor the Commander wanted to be there today.

Despite being so inwardly annoyed, Davian didn't let one bit of it show. Years of practice had shaped him to be prepared for most business encounters; good, bad, or ugly. This one was starting off borderline ugly. He'd need to get straight to the point but stay tactful. This woman had the mind of a warrior, and most warriors Davian had dealt with wanted to win. He decided he'd roll with that.

Smirking in reply to the Commander's comment, he let out a small chuckle. Here's where Davian's silver tongue and experience as a businessman would come into play. "You have essentially the right idea. Now, I don't know about your opinion of the Sith and their 'negotiations' back on Chandrila, but I think they're all underhanded scum and a war is inevitable."

His face became more serious as he continued, "And when they do attack, we want you guys to be prepared. I think I can speak for a good portion of people from the Republic in that we want you guys to have the best equipment. The Sith can't just be stopped," he paused and held eye contact with the Commander, "They need to be crushed."

Davian let his words hold in the air for a moment before continuing. "What I can offer is, yes, a normally cheaper fuel than what you currently buy for your starships and vehicles. PriceCorp would like to sign a contract for exclusive fuel supply to the Border Alliance, in exchange for a substantial discount on your purchases. I can guarantee it's far more efficient than what you're using now; it'll last longer and it's a cleaner fuel to run that won't wear down your equipment."

Finished his pitch, Davian stood confident and awaited the Commander's decision.

 

[Jillian Chalu'kanji]

Dravin said a lot of things. Some of them good, but one word in particular that was quite bad.

Exclusive.

"No," Jillian answered firmly. It didn't take an economist, or even a well trained military strategist to see that, that was an utterly terrible idea for the Border Alliance. The Senator standing right next to him was proof enough of that. Who knew what the Senate forces opposed to the BA would do next? They could easily stop any fuel shipment from the Core cold, and then the BA would be in a lurch for a good long while as they went back to their old suppliers who would probably charge more to make up for the lost business, assuming they still existed. "You are of course still free to sell us this fuel, and we might buy it if the prices are low enough to justify it, but we'll almost certainly be sticking with our current suppliers. If you want to do business with us however you better drop the word exclusive because I guran-damn-tee that, that will never fly. It doesn't matter what you sell, or who you are, we're not in a position where we can afford to put all our eggs in one basket that we don't outright control. No favorable status, no exclusivity, no nothing. If you want to do business with an organization that might see you in some deep trouble with people like your Senator friend there, fine. But you're only going to be a piece of that pie, and a small one at that."

It was about that simple. Jillian wasn't going to negotiate or budge on the issue. She still wasn't sure what the Senator had planned, but had a gut feeling that she'd just helped the PriceCorps man more than she'd hurt him. Who knew what kind of stink the Senate could stir up on things like that.

@Prudence @Vosrik

 

[Aren Krass]

Dravin said a lot of things. Some of them good, but one word in particular that was quite bad.

Exclusive.

"No," Jillian answered firmly. It didn't take an economist, or even a well trained military strategist to see that, that was an utterly terrible idea for the Border Alliance. The Senator standing right next to him was proof enough of that. Who knew what the Senate forces opposed to the BA would do next? They could easily stop any fuel shipment from the Core cold, and then the BA would be in a lurch for a good long while as they went back to their old suppliers who would probably charge more to make up for the lost business, assuming they still existed. "You are of course still free to sell us this fuel, and we might buy it if the prices are low enough to justify it, but we'll almost certainly be sticking with our current suppliers. If you want to do business with us however you better drop the word exclusive because I guran-damn-tee that, that will never fly. It doesn't matter what you sell, or who you are, we're not in a position where we can afford to put all our eggs in one basket that we don't outright control. No favorable status, no exclusivity, no nothing. If you want to do business with an organization that might see you in some deep trouble with people like your Senator friend there, fine. But you're only going to be a piece of that pie, and a small one at that."

It was about that simple. Jillian wasn't going to negotiate or budge on the issue. She still wasn't sure what the Senator had planned, but had a gut feeling that she'd just helped the PriceCorps man more than she'd hurt him. Who knew what kind of stink the Senate could stir up on things like that.

@Prudence @Vosrik

As distasteful as they seem on the news. It was only as a favor to the Czerka Corporation that he had even agreed to come to this meeting. He despised the Border Alliance, but he wanted to stay on the favorable side of Czerka. He wasn't at all surprised by the commander's reaction.

"I see you're just as charming in person as you seem to be in the news, commander. Remember that the foot you so readily stomp is connected to the hand that feeds you. I would tell you that I'm disappointed, but honestly I'm not even remotely surprised."

He turned around and headed towards the door before turning his head,

"Mr. Price, I wouldn't recommend making a deal. But if you do, I wish you luck."

He ducked his head as he exited the meeting room. He found his way back through the maze of halls that lead to his ship, and was soon reunited with the CorSec guards and his yacht. Blast Bandomeer, blast the BA.

 

[Vosrik]

Inwardly, Davian's spirits drooped as he heard the outright refusal from the Commander. However, this was certainly not the first time a business offer had been refused, albeit this particular contract was on a much greater scale.

"Mr. Price, I wouldn't recommend making a deal. But if you do, I wish you luck." Aren offered abruptly as he left.

Davian nodded in acknowledgement and replied, "Duly noted, Senator. I'll be sure to contact you later." Turning back to Commander Jillian, he donned a cordial complexion and continued in his smooth voice, "Of course, I completely understand your situation. If I may make a second offer then, would PriceCorp fueling bays be more agreeable for the Border Alliance? They would be installed in public or military hangars on Bandomeer and some major hubs of the Border Alliance, next to other competing fuel company bays of course. I unfortunately wouldn't be able to provide a discount, however PriceCorp fuel is still cheaper than most on the current market."

Tapping on his datapad a few times to bring up relevant information, Davian turned his full attention back to the Commander. Even if his initial offer had failed, Davian wasn't about to let a refusal discourage him from trying to set up a few PriceCorp depots on the outer rim.

 

[Aluminum Falcon]

“So basically what you’re saying is you want to install gas stations on Bandomeer, but you want to use our pre-established structures for quick set up?”, said Captain Tseebo as he approached the conversation.

Dax had been exploring the building after attending a meeting with members of the Corellian Senate when he had heard a few familiar voices down the hall. He was wearing a more formal uniform than usual, his rank displayed and the clothing pressed and clean.

“Why is PriceCorp so special? None of our other suppliers need so much hand holding”, he continued, “and I agree, the Alliance can’t afford to place all of our hopes on a single supplier, even if it meant cheaper prices. If you want to sell us fuel so badly, why not just undercut the other suppliers, then we would be more focused on buying your fuel opposed to theirs, it’s the same result, is it not?”

Although Dax was now a commander in the Border Alliance, he was an educated man, a result of his life before the Alliance.

 

[Vosrik]

Davian turned to face the newcomer, another official by the looks of it. "If you're offering pre-established structures, I'll willingly take them," he replied cordially.

Davian went on to explain, "PriceCorp is different because our profit margin is substantially less than most other businesses. Normally it wouldn't be a problem at all to construct a fuel depot, but I thought it would be polite to request permission anyway." He steadily held a smirk on his face as he observed the well-dressed Rodian. "And yes, you're correct. Our fuel is much cheaper than most of our competitors."

Shifting his weight slightly, Davian slid his datapad to his other hand. "Is this...agreeable?"

 

[Aluminum Falcon]

Captain Tseebo held a stern face as the man spoke. He hated businessman, they didn’t owe anything to anyone but themselves, and rarely cared beyond that.

“I can tell you this, if your fuel is cheaper, we will buy from you. However, we will not agree to purchase solely from you, that would be too dangerous for us.”, he said.

It was short and to the point, but what more needed to be said?