He was set up with an office and his own quarters in Anchorhead, his campaigning having drawn huge crowds. He knew he was ruffling the feathers of some local Hutts, but he relied on the Syndicate connections to get them to cooperate as well. Emryc had to keep his trail clean if he wanted to keep up the charade.
The twins had begun to set over the horizon by the time his meeting was finished. Blackwell was bringing in various vehicles and equipment to get started on the massive project. He had convinced the locals to pitch in for the initial investment, having sold them on the potential ROI down the road. For the marketing piece, Emryc wasn’t lying - the initiative truly had the potential to pay dividends.
Emryc said goodbye to the Blackwell execs, making his way back towards the building where he had been set up with an office and sleeping quarters. He popped a cigarra into his mouth, lighting it as he walked. His arm was out of the sling, but it was still stiff and awkward to maneuver. This was the first time he had a chance to be alone and for once he wasn’t surrounded by eager civilians.
@GABA