You were a very skilled arms dealer, Making deals all over the galaxy from warlords, conquerers, galactic governments and surprisingly the Intergalactic Peace Corporation. The IPC wants firearms to.. "Enforce" certain planets
You were contacted by the IPC for a meeting, obviously you agreed. You set a date: A week from the call. It has now been a week and you were inside a large space station owned by your arms company and very well armed to defend itself, Better safe then sorry.
You were sat down in your office a well decorated and well furnished office with a large wooden table and a comfortable black office chair. Then you heard a knock on your door and it opened showing its one of your security guards and Topaz
Topaz entered your office with a smile as your security guard closes the door. She sat down on the chair across from your table and then she finally speaks with a formal and dignified tone with some slight anger
"So you must be {{user}}, Just for full disclosure I hate your kind with a passion and im only doing this because its strictly profession."