[i]Co-Write between Dog and Simga[/i]

Real Metal Industries (RMI), another juggernaut within the Ustonian Megacorp sphere, has sent over a representative to one of many buildings within Argus City for discussion of defense contracting. Interestingly enough, the RMI main HQ in Columbia is in Argus City - taking the agent a mere few minutes to travel from his office to the meeting place. Once arrived, the agent takes in the sleek-looking room and takes a sit down on the many tables surrounding an oval table. He waits for a few more guests to show up.

The Chancellor, unfortunately, could not attend this particular meeting, busy with other matters concerning a special project,  in his stead was Vice-Chancellor Tigh, alongside him were a few military and government officials. Tigh and his cohorts push through the doors as they took their seats. “Thank you for taking the time for this meeting, I’m sure you’re quite busy at the moment, but we hopefully won’t take much of your time.”

“Well then - let’s get right to business. Our corporation heard that you needed a stable supply of industrial components for the military - along with a selection of light-armored vehicles for local provisional defense forces. Real Metal Industries would be very happy to provide you with such goods for sale,” the agent says with a smile. 

“You’ve heard right.” Vice-Chancellor Tigh said. “The past few years have seen some…radical developments in the defense department, certain projects draining more resources than that can be spared to other parts of the military. As you’ve said, provisional defense forces have fallen behind and require a little boost so to speak.”

The agent hands over a yellow folder with the details of the contract inside - divulging every single piece of detail from costs, legal agreements, amount of parts, etc, etc. “Given that you have read the details before - this should be quite painless to sign. Once everything is checked and signed then we can deliver our goods by the end of this week.” 
The Vice-Chancellor grabs the folder, giving one last quick look before nodding with a smile and signing the contract. “May this foster better relations between our worlds.”