The Acquisition

[Barrier]

Rolf made himself comfortable at the head of the table, and motioned for his staff to take their places. One of the armed men shut the door, and enabled additional protection with the press of a button.

Rolf pressed the lid of a container by his arm, which popped open to reveal a neat row of Green Devils.

"The latest batch from Cortez. Help yourselves, folks." He said, touching one to the multi-tool on his wristband. The room began to smell of a rich loamy fragrance, with a pleasing acrid undertone. Rolf took a big hit, and exhaled with satisfaction as he surveyed the room.

"Now, let's get down to business, eh?"

Cole motioned, and the big panel screen on the wall came to life. Rows of incomprehensible data organized themselves into a number of simpler charts, all floating in a vague approximation of a solar orbit. Rolf pointed to the big DSE logo.

"We'll leave the regs for last. How about you folks lay out the state of your assets, and we'll decide how best to proceed." Rolf settled back into his seat as the Prestons exchanged glances, and launched into their pitch.