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Shaking Hands, Twisting Fingers
Offline Crayter Republic
01-29-2024, 11:04 PM,
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Sebastian Riordan sat at his temporary desk in an office, looking over papers with varying degrees of understanding. Lists of companies within the Crayter Republic, and their operations. Charts of export capabilities, and value. Bets looking to score big. Products looking to be peddled to a galaxy sized market. As Minister of Trade it is Sebastian's job to get it out to that galaxy. He looked over papers of a mining company native to the Republic. Conveyor Minerals Inc. Looking over the predictions of the copper prospects in the system of Coronado. Only recently discovered but have already caught the eye of another nation. Riordan looked over the dates, “The operation itself is still in development. Not many hard numbers yet we can give them, but it’s what they seem interested in.” Sebastian set the mining operations aside in a pile to take with him later. Moving to the next assortment of papers. Titled Crayter Defense Industries. Flipping through them to see the structure of the data first before first reading it. “Just a small arms bet, doesn’t seem like they are willing to give much. Which is good, don’t think we should be handing such things out anyway. They sent it anyway so might as well show it.” He throws it with the mining papers. Sebastian picks up the next paper and reads something about crop exportation from planet Harris when he hears a knock at his door. It opens with a kusarian looking man coming in. “I am Ryo Kase, from the ministry of defense. The Corsair delegation is on approach to Minato Harbor. I am here to take you to meet them.” Sebastian Riordan excuses the mess as he shifts the papers together and joins Ryo. They step out into a corridor of the Governmental section of Minato Harbor.

As they walk towards the private docks reserved for the government of the Crayter Republic, Ryo Kase gives Sebastian a briefing on just who they are meeting. “We’ll be meeting with the Deterrence, they are a group of corsairs from the Omicrons. We don’t exactly know why they've come here, the CIS says they had a few operations with mixed results concerning the them. Security is going to be tight, it was recorded that the previous leader of the Deterrence had threatened crayterian lives before.” Sebastian stopped and gave a concerned look, “Then why in bloody hells did the Quorum decide to invite them here?” Kase retorted, “Beats me, just treat this as any other trade deal and it’ll be fine. Corsairs can be rash but they are in our home now. They won’t want to make any threats.” They continued their way to the docks when the duo was met by the Minister of Science, Melanie Kudlow. They all greeted each other. “Did they rope you into this too?” Sebastian teased. “No, I’m here for what they might have brought. I've heard the ‘Xeno Relics' they might be bringing could lead to leaps and bounds above sirian technology. Who knows what we’ll be able to do with them? Surely we can do better.” Kudlow shone with a smile of pride as she joined their group and they continued their way.

The three government officials of the Crayter Republic arrived at the dock as the Deterrence Liner carrying the delegation was coming into the Harbor. It was being guided by a Hydra-class gunboat into the dock. Sebastian noted the large number of soldiers standing in formation off the side of the pathways. “Quite the welcoming party they planned.” Kase turned back to him as they continued, “Like I said, security was going to be tight.” The Ministers reached the boarding gateway as the boarding bridge was attached to the Liner. “You’re in front, Minister Riordan, they’re here for you” Kase said as he patted Riordan on the back. “Great, thanks for reminding me.” He adjusted his suit, “not like I’ve been stressing about it all morning.” Sebastian rocked his footing getting comfortable as he waited for the guests to arrive.



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Shaking Hands, Twisting Fingers - by Crayter Republic - 01-29-2024, 11:04 PM
RE: Shaking Hands, Twisting Fingers - by John'DTR'Grey - 02-06-2024, 05:27 PM
RE: Shaking Hands, Twisting Fingers - by Crayter Republic - 02-18-2024, 11:49 PM
RE: Shaking Hands, Twisting Fingers - by John'DTR'Grey - 02-25-2024, 02:46 PM
RE: Shaking Hands, Twisting Fingers - by Crayter Republic - 03-14-2024, 07:35 AM
RE: Shaking Hands, Twisting Fingers - by Crayter Republic - 03-24-2024, 06:43 AM
RE: Shaking Hands, Twisting Fingers - by John'DTR'Grey - 03-30-2024, 08:57 PM
RE: Shaking Hands, Twisting Fingers - by Crayter Republic - 04-07-2024, 04:03 AM
RE: Shaking Hands, Twisting Fingers - by John'DTR'Grey - 04-08-2024, 07:55 AM
RE: Shaking Hands, Twisting Fingers - by Crayter Republic - 05-03-2024, 07:47 AM
RE: Shaking Hands, Twisting Fingers - by John'DTR'Grey - 05-05-2024, 04:01 PM
RE: Shaking Hands, Twisting Fingers - by Crayter Republic - 05-05-2024, 10:40 PM

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