Sol snorted when he thought about the new decoration adorning the fifty meter high bacta holding tanks. Verachen Viekoth had requested that the tanks be painted with murals memorializing the Ashern freedom fighters. When the Vratix had shown Sol the design, Sol had commented that there had been nothing on the paper.

A week later a very "wispy" Gand artist arrived on Brosi to paint the tanks. A week later the painter left returned to Gand with a considerable sum of money. The tanks still seemed the same stock grey color. During the coming weeks Sol recieved many calls from native Brosi near humans, questioning him on why the murals on the tanks appeared so fragmented, so unfinished.

Finally, Sol questioned Viekoth about the tanks. The tanks had indeed been painted, but with colors in a spectrum not visible by humans. The Brosi could see some of the colors, but not all of them. Viekoth had described the murals to all be masterpieces worthy of Ashern freedom fighters.

"Heh..."

Sol cleared his mind of this humorous incident. The production of bacta was going perfectly according to schedule. CTI's corporate backers and stock holders were very happy as were the people of Brosi. CTI had brought a much needed boost to the planet's economy. Sol turned his eyes to the forest. The trees were beautiful. Some of the taller ones were flowering this time of the year.

"Son of a bitch..."

Standing behind one of the trees was a camera man. He was taking pictures of the tanks, refineries, and even the workers' housing. Sol took out his comlink.

"Sijo, we have Code Gamma-Two in the woods northeast of Building A of Compound C.

"I'm on it Mr. Nyhammer."

A few minutes later, jogging across the field between the bacta compounds and the compound, were the Grand, Sijo, and the Wookie, Mowtracca. Both were very large males. Both specialized in cracking skulls. Reaching the photographer, Sijo snatched the camera from the man. He tried to grab it back but Mowtracca had him by the throat before he got even close.

Sol took pleasure in seeing the camera smashed into many pieces as is it hit a tree. In a few hours, this Zaltan Bacta Cartel spy would wake up on a transport in route to who know where.

Satisfied, Sol returned to his office.

"Any messages Tinsan?"

"You've recieved five cease and desist orders from those Zaltan fuckers. The third also orders you hand over Verachen Viekoth. The fifth one orders you to compensate them for the business that they are losing within the Commonwealth and its surrounding space."

"Delete them, and hold my calls."

Sol pulled a bottle of Corellian Ale from his desk drawer along with a large glass.

"What a day... What a day..." he mumbled as he drank up.

There was a light knock on his door only a few moments after he had sat down and poured himself a glass of fire whiskey. Pausing, for a moment, he sat back in the chair and lifted his cigarra to his mouth.

“Enter.”

The door opened and allowed a young Brosi female to enter the room. She smiled at him slightly before walking over to one of the seats in front of him. Sitting herself down, she leaned forward and handed him a file folder full of information. He took it, propped it open on the desk and scanned through the data on profits. Which at the moment were non-existing.

“As you can see, sir, we’re a bit in the hole at the moment. We actually owe people money still that’s how bad we’re doing.”

“Don’t worry about that, Lorna. I took care of it a little bit ago while you were working on this. I’m practically flat broke, you see, but I did it for the company so that doesn’t matter.”

“I see... it would have been nice to know that.”

“You will eventually receive them, Lorna. It takes a bit of time for stuff like that to get rolling in a big company like this. The reports should be on your desk by tomorrow at the latest, though. I made sure that all of the information gets transferred as fast as possible.”

“Alright... well, thank you, sir.”

Killian nodded slightly as she stood and took the file back from him. After a moment she turned and walked from the room. He reached for his drink and was about to lift it to his lips when his comlink beeped and one of his staff members told him that the President had arrived and was on his way up to see him. Killian responded with the usual response and a handful of moments later the President walked into the room.

“Mr. President, it’s good to see you.”

Standing, Killian extended his hand across the desk to the Brosi leader who took his hand and shook it firmly. Smiling, he motioned for the President to take a seat in the chair across from him. The President obliged him and took a seat.

“I hear you wanted to see me in regards to something, Mr. Holmes. I don’t really have a lot of time because I need to get to a meeting, but I have enough I hope.”

“I will make it as short as I can, Mr. President. You have granted us the ability to build our first plant on your humble planet. The facility you now stand in was built in a month because of the eagerness of your people to assist us. For the right price of course. We are very much obliged for your planets hospitality.

“Now we have an offer to extend to you from our government. Not only will it benefit your government, but it will help protect your planet from the antagonistic forces in this galaxy, and it will provide a great economic benefit as well. Essentially, anything that our company hasn’t offered you as of yet will be offered to you if you accept this offer.

“Our government would like to extend to you the opportunity to join it as a member planet. It is a commonwealth of planets so you will have a distinct say in how things are run. We would be very interested in having you join us especially since you already house a CTI facility on your planet. What do you say, Mr. President? Would you be interested?”

The President sat there quietly for a long time while his aids were busily conversing about everything Killian had just said. They appeared to be in a heated argument over whether or not they should accept the offer. After a few moments, one of them approached the President and whispered something in his ear. The president waved the aid away and looked directly at Killian.

“My aid’s would have me say yes to your offer as it appears to be a good one. But I cannot take the word of my aids on this matter, Mr. Holmes. Does your government really wish us to become a part of it? Or is this some trick to try and gain favor with your government?”

“I assure you, Mr. President, that this is no trick or ploy. This is exactly what it appears to be: a genuine offer from a multi-planet government to join it. You will receive no better offer from a government other than ours and with the trouble growing in the galaxy, for instance the war currently going on, the protection my government can offer might be a welcome one.”

The President nodded slightly and then let a smile grace his lips.

“In that case, Mr. Holmes, we accept your offer to join this government of yours. We can only hope that it will stand up to what you have said. If it doesn’t hold up its end of the bargain I can’t guarantee that we will remain a part of it.”

“Understandable, Mr. President. I will get into contact with the right people and within a few days a contingent of government staff will arrive here to make everything happen.”

The President nodded and stood, offering Killian his hand as he did so. Killian reached out and shook the offered hand before the President turned and left the way that he had come in. They had done exactly what they had intended to do now, Sol and himself. They had acquired a planet for their government, and had also built their first planet.

The next thing to do was set up their headquarters. Considering they would likely be an opponent to Vinda Corporations dominance, Bonadan was out of the question. They would have to find somewhere else, and soon. But for now everything was fine and running smoothly. And that was all they needed.