The Agreement

Scrapper Guild Headquarters, Raxus Prime

 

Irivan steadily walked into the large dimly lit room, his Death Trooper escort following him from behind. The luxurious office with its crimson masonry and polished decorations stood in stark contrast with the landscape of foundries, industrial districts and cramped housing outside.

Before him sat the Governor, a puppet placed by the failing government created and maintained by the Scrapper Guild. From initial observation he seemed like an old frail man, one who had lived out his prime ages ago. But something about the man cited caution within Irivan. A wide transparasteel window stood behind the Governor’s desk and he could see the orange sun slowly setting beneath the meridian, its dying rays of light stroking warmly across his expressions. 

The Governor rose to greet him. 

“Welcome Raxus Prime Commander. I myself and the Guild are delighted to have you here today” 

 

‘They probably should’ thought Irivan ‘things aren’t going well for them lately’

 

“Thank you Governor,” Irivan replied. “As I presume you are aware, I have been sent as a representative of the Crim Empire and Crimson Command to negotiate deals in handing over the sovereignty of Raxus Prime to the Crim Empire”

 

“Of course, we are most honored to have the Empress take notice of our… errr…situation” the Governor said. 

 

“Very well, shall we begin the negotiations?”

 

“That would be most splendid” 

 

 

Irivan walked out of the office happily satisfied with the results. They had come to a swift agreement, and the Governor had been quick to sign over the world. The Crim Empire would now rule Raxus Prime, but with this acquisition several matters would rise. 

One of the primary reasons the Guild had forfeited the world over to the Crim Empire had been the rising Insurgency activity in several subregions and the demanding sanctions imposed by the New Republic. The Guild had ultimately decided that existing as a corporate entity would better suit their interest of avoiding any involvement in conflict which would mean the loss of profits. 

This meant that an Imperial Garrison would have to be most likely deployed, perhaps for a temporary time to disperse any possibility of open rebellion. Infrastructure would have to be constructed too as most of the facilities on Raxus were either poorly maintained in a state of disrepair or outdated, with some buildings dating back to the Clone Wars. 

But these matters would be for Crimson Command to ponder over, and for now Irivan only thought of the upcoming report he would have to submit to CrimSec.

 

The desk design is by Sarchet (Montival Bricks)