1875, Debt-Ridden
16 BBY, July 7. Mandalore, capital city of Sundari, reception room of the Grand Duke of Mandalore.
" Tiber Zayne!" Pre Vizsla's tone brimmed with dissatisfaction. "What I need now are warships! Warships! The Separatist fleet appeared on the outskirts of our system again yesterday. That makes six times in the past two months! It would not be surprising if they launched an attack at any moment! I have to build a fleet!"
"Oh? Warships... Naturally, I have some here... Uncle Vizsla." A young man in a gray trench coat sat on a windowsill more than ten meters away, an evil air about his face.
His long white hair draped over his shoulders. As he looked at Pre Vizsla, his expression was filled with arrogance and defiance, as though he did not regard the true ruler of Mandalore with any importance at all.
Tiber Zayne, leader of the Zann Consortium!
"Hehehehe..." Tiber Zayne let out a chilling laugh. "There are two modified Hunter Class Battlecruisers. Our engineers are working on the modifications. Adding turrets, increasing their firepower, fitting additional armor belts, and removing those utterly pointless massive hangars... They will be ready for use in a month at most."
Pre Vizsla nodded. "Excellent! Bring them over! With those two warships, I can..."
"Uncle Vizsla! Perhaps you still have not understood the current situation..." Still wearing that sinister smile, Tiber Zayne cut Pre Vizsla off directly. "Two modified Hunter Class Battlecruisers cost 110 million Imperial credits. Of course, you can also pay in Currency Number Four from the Duchy of Dawn. In that case, the price will be... 440 million. Thank you for your patronage..."
Pre Vizsla's face darkened. "Fine! Put this sum... put it on my account for now! I will use this year's Beskar steel production to