1875. High debts
16BBY, July 7th. Mandalore, capital Sundari, Grand Duke of Mandalore drawing room.
"Tiber-Zayne!" Pre-Vizsla's tone revealed strong dissatisfaction, "Now I need battleships! Battleships! Separatist fleet appeared outside our galaxy again yesterday. This is the sixth time in the past two months! It is not surprising that they launch an attack at any time! I must build a fleet!"
"Oh? Battleship... of course I have one here... Uncle Vizsla." Sitting on the windowsill more than ten meters away from him was a young man wearing a gray windbreaker with an evil look on his face.
Her long white hair was spread over her shoulders. When she looked at Pre-Vizsla, her expression was full of rebelliousness and defiance, as if she didn't take the actual person in power of Mandalore seriously at all.
Tiber-Zayne, the leader of Zann Consortium!
"Hehehehe..." Tiber-Zayne let out a blood-curdling laugh, "There are two modified Hunter Class Battlecruiser, and our engineers are in the process of modifying them. Installing turrets, increasing firepower, laying out additional armor belts, and canceling the huge meaningless hangar... It will be ready for use in a month at most."
Pre-Vizsla nodded and said, "That's good! Come over here! With these two battleships, I can..."
"Uncle Vizsla! You may not have understood the current situation..." Tiber-Zayne still smiled evilly and directly interrupted Pre-Vizsla, "Two The price of a modified Hunter Class Battlecruiser is 110 million Imperial credits. Of course, you can also pay with Duchy of Dawn's Currency Number Four. In this case, the price is...440 million yuan."
Pre-Vizsla's face darkened, "Okay! This money, first... record it in the account! I will use this year's Beskar steel production to offset..."
"Uncle Vizsla!!" Tiber-Zayne raised his voice and interrupted Pre-Vizsla's words with another evil smile. His eyes even looked at Pre-Vizsla with a trace of pity, "Small business, no credit."
"Asshole! Don't forget! We are in the same group!! We are all part of Lord Tenebrus's grand plan!! I am also doing this for Lord Tenebrus's plan!" Pre-Vizsla was furious and punched the armrest of the sofa.
"But this year's Beskar steel production, you have used it as collateral to purchase 170 Wraith fighter, 400 V-19 fighter jets, 50 ARC-170 fighter jets, and the supporting 5,000 Concussion Missile, 400 tons of concentrated explosive gas. Ah, don't forget, I also gave you an airport with complete facilities!" Tiber-Zayne said with ridicule.
"These are not problems at all... I can still..."
"Half a year ago, I didn't see the money for 1,500 B-2 super combat robots and 40,000 B-1 combat robots?" Tiber-Zayne once again interrupted Pre-Vizsla.
Pre-Vizsla finally couldn't bear it anymore, and he said angrily, "What on earth do you want to do?! Tiber-Zayne! I said it a long time ago! Now Mandalore is in power The situation is unstable, I must have enough armed forces! I have already reported to Lord Tenebrus! As long as we can get through the current difficulties, Mandalore's strength will definitely be greatly improved! By then, these debts will only be small amounts!"
"Then please settle these 'small money' first... Uncle Vizsla." Tiber-Zayne said coldly.
"I told you that would be later! Later!!" Pre-Vizsla had veins popping out on his forehead. He resisted the urge to rush forward, pull out Darksaber and kill the hateful little brat with one strike.
Tiber-Zayne The evil smile on his face disappeared instantly, and his voice became gloomy, "So you are saying, you have no money? Uncle Vizsla."
"I want to see Lord Tenebrus!" Pre-Vizsla said through gritted teeth, "You are blocking my current action plan! You are also blocking Lord Tenebrus's plan! I want to see him! He will definitely..."
"Lord Tenebrus..." Tiber-Zayne interrupted Pre-Vizsla for the third time, "Already dead, three years ago."
"What did you say?!" Pre-Vizsla was shocked, and then became furious, "This is not something you, a little kid, can joke about!!"
His surprise and anger were not just about the death of Tenebrus, but also because such a big thing happened three years ago and he didn't even know about it!??
Tiber-Zayne over there ignored him at all and just said to himself, "As for now, Uncle Shen-Qiaoen said - 'Follow the rules.' Hahahaha..."
"You!!"
"Then according to the rules, I will send someone to collect all the taxes you cannot collect." With that, Tiber-Zayne jumped directly from the window, his evil laughter echoed in the air, "Hehehehehehe..."
There was an engine sound, and Tiber-Zayne was seen stepping on a spaceship and rising slowly, and came outside the window again. He smiled evilly and saluted Pre-Vizsla, "Salute to the respected Prime Minister Mand'alor."
With that said, the cabin door of the spacecraft opened, and Tiber-Zayne maintained a saluting posture and stepped back into the interior of the spacecraft. Then the spacecraft increased its engine power and disappeared into the sky with a roar.
"Ah!! Bastard!! Bastard!! Bastard!!!" Pre-Vizsla could no longer suppress the anger in his heart. He punched the sofa and the table again and again, smashing the delicious fruit all over the floor.
Unable to understand his hatred, he suddenly pulled out the Darksaber, and the flat black plasma sword flashed past, directly cutting the tall and gorgeous chair back of the central throne in two!
"What happened!? Bastard! Bastard!!" Pre-Vizsla cursed angrily and took out a black special communicator. This is the encrypted communicator he usually uses to contact Das-Tenebrus.
Tiber-Zayne said that Das-Tenebrus died three years ago, but she clearly spoke to him a month ago!!
This time, the communicator showed no response and was not connected at all.
Pre-Vizsla was extremely frightened. He pressed the button of the communicator hard, but to no avail. Suddenly, the communicator became hot. Pre-Vizsla was shocked and quickly threw away the communicator.
Bang!! The communicator that fell far away exploded immediately! The aftermath of the explosion set the carpet on fire, but the flames were quickly extinguished.
Also extinguished at the same time was the look in Pre-Vizsla's eyes.
He collapsed on the ground with a thud as if he had lost all strength, staring blankly at the ceiling.
But then, his eyes started to become crazy!
"No! No! This is impossible!!!"
"I... am the king of Mandalore!!!"