The Rebel Faction

The Arrival of The Corellian Gunship Dreadful would soon give way to negotiations on the cold mountain top of Chandrilia as a Representative of the Trade Federation boarded a Lambda Class Shuttle, and quickly headed down to the surface. Minutes later, the shuttle would land on the icey mountain top, and a Neimoidian, wearing formal robes stepped down from the ramp, accompanied by a small entourage of Droideka Destroyer Droids.

"Greetings from the Trade Federation. I assume you are the man dispatched from the Jutraalian Empire?"

The Neimoidian man, obviously a Senator, Ambassador, or Aristocrat nodded his head.

"The Galactic Defense Initiative's supply of Durelium is shipped to the planet of New Alderaan."

The Neimoidian flicked his hand open, revealing a small sphere. PRessing a button, a galactic map of several trade routes appeared. The map zoomed in to the Trade Federation's export of Durelium to New Alderaan with several small red dots appearing on the map, indicating Trade Federation Cargo Vessels.

"Though a supply of about 5,000 Metric Tons of Durelium, which can supply a fleet of Fifty Capital Class Vessels has already reached the New Alderaan System safely prior to the blacklist initiated by the Trade Federation, several other smaller cargo vessels are carrying a total supply of an additional 85,000 Metric Tons of Durelium in these locations."

The man pointed to the red dots on the holographic map. before turning it off, and handing it over to the man.

"The Viceroy would like to extend an invitation to the Jutraalian Empire to keep any stocks they seize for there own. If no further supplies get through to the New Alderaan System, it is estimated that there supply of Durelium will run out in less than a week's time with the curent war, after which time there Hyperdrive capabilities will be limited."

The robed Neimoidian turned, and stepped back up into the Lambda Shuttle as the hiss of the airlocked started, and the ramp closed.