"Thank you Mr. Aparo for your investment." Governor White nodded to the Holographic Display of his Video Conference with Domenico Aparo, CEO of Aparo Corporation as the Megacorporation's boss disconnected. He sat on his lofty leather office chair that resides on his mahogany desk in his office at the now fully constructed Governor's Palace of New Albany, center-hold of UFE Power in Gliesia (aka Benham-3).



They had just finished discussing matters about the finer details of Aparo's 'Exclusive Contract'. More weapons, educated manpower to pool labor into, building materials, building equipment. It was obvious from his and other people's experience that they were trying to grease his hands with material wealth. Most of the time speaking back in the Core UFE Worlds, the Megacorps fight each other ruthlessly on the scraps of empty void of 'Strategic Economic Territory' amongst the citizens and their daily lives, always trying to out do the other man through legal and extra-legal means. But for one such Megacorp to instead viewing his attention to his many myriad white-collar occupations, this Domenico Aparo has been taking very personal interests in Gliesia. Was it the crystals? His company is one of the three corporations that make up the triumvirate of the privatized Energy Sector. It was obvious from the start that the Megacorporation wanted these for themselves and if the history books has taught them anything about what happens when you combine a technologically inferior civilization with valuable resource paired with a resource hungry superior one. The results would make the Mayans, Incan's, Malay's, Qing Chinese and African Tribes look like an orderly divorce. The Governor needs to keep tabs Aparo Corp and mitigate any of there neo-imperialist ambitions when it rears its ugly head. Such notions of thoughts were both a guilty pleasure and old shame amongst his fellow Earth Humans with such 'Manifest Destiny's' undergoing a global renaissance during the early to mid-periods of the UFE's Expansion years between the years of 2076 and 2180 as agreed by historians who recorded in their databanks and media hounds in the web archives. Jeremy massaged his aching temples, dealing with a Megacorp was at best a deal with the Devil but with UFE Budget Cuts which thankfully the Eodem and Benham-3 Expedition managed to get through despite the bureaucratic and budget constraints on the dozens of UFE Colonies and Core Worlds which was argued against during the hearings. Aparo Corp will now fill in most of the gaps left behind from the UFE but it was more than obvious that in exchange the Megacorp would want Legal Protection from the Illicit Activities in exchange for their support. The Governor bit his lips in admission of defeat. It was either that or get the short end of a stick. He just hopes that their 'Partnership' could work out in a less disruptive light for both parties. Speaking about partnerships, he looked over to his desk and to his side was a Telephone. A Cable Telephone, not many are made these days due to the prevalence of Sattelite Technology overtaking cable but it still had its uses in the more far flung areas of the UFE. The Telephone had several buttons attached to it but they weren't numbers that were assigned to each of them, they were names. The Telephone was a Hotline, a mean to voice his power to his subordinates, he had a hotline for the UFE Colonial Militia Headquarters, New Albany's Utility Plant, the Police Headquarters, the Administration Offices and finally most unique for his special phone, a Hotline to Prince Clovich in his castle. After holding very warm diplomatic talks with his counterparts in Tyr Rian, he personally saw to it that the Prince and thus the Tyr Rian people have a means of communicating between each other. He even personally saw the installment of Clovich's telephone in his throne room which set right next to his desk where he writes and seal his various letters, decree's and edicts as he can exercise within his Vassalized powers from the Slaegian Empire. Seeing the phone again reminded him of one of the governor's duties that day. Jeremy picked up the phone and dialed for Castle Tyr Rian. A ringing noise was made before the sound of a person's breath could be heard from the speaker.