Fusion
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Myra Subach was very excited right now. Her company had, after several orders put in by smaller groups in the galaxy, regained profitable status. With the money she had acquired from her business deals, she planned to increase the profitability of her company by at least a factor of 5 by offering new weapons and refurbished starfighters to the Galactic Alliance.
Wearing a tight, Zeltron-made outfit, she stepped up to the doors leading to the High Commander of the Galactic Alliance military. Being stopped by the guards, she informed them she had an appointment, but they refused to let her pass. Realizing their reasoning had to do with the two outdated B2 battle droids flanking her, she ordered them to wait outside while she... discussed things with the High Commander.
The guard closest to the control panel opened the door, as she stepped in, the doors closing behind her. She eyed the man sitting at the desk, then grabbed herself a seat and sat down.
Well well, High Commander Helios. You aren't the kind of man I expected sitting behind that desk...
Wearing a tight, Zeltron-made outfit, she stepped up to the doors leading to the High Commander of the Galactic Alliance military. Being stopped by the guards, she informed them she had an appointment, but they refused to let her pass. Realizing their reasoning had to do with the two outdated B2 battle droids flanking her, she ordered them to wait outside while she... discussed things with the High Commander.
The guard closest to the control panel opened the door, as she stepped in, the doors closing behind her. She eyed the man sitting at the desk, then grabbed herself a seat and sat down.
Well well, High Commander Helios. You aren't the kind of man I expected sitting behind that desk...