![]() He wondered if could see the same nervousness he saw in his own face. The shinned top of the meeting table acted as a sort of black mirror in which he could stare at his own dimmed reflection. The exceptionally gowned alien was draped over his seat, tails of red silk flowing over the leather chair and into rippling waves across the floor. Juun Prax was about to take the gamble of his life. They had fought entire wars for the pleasure of tearing to the head of the economic curve and they understood that to win in business - one must gamble. ![]() No one understood this more than the Neimoidians and the many occupants of their glittering purse worlds. ![]() No matter how noble the goals may have claimed to be, there was always someone racking in the credits from it. Profit was the unspoken, yet all-encompassing, rule that dictated all life in the galaxy. ![]()
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