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Despite popular belief, there are actually, two things that make things move. Money regardless of the form it may be and greed.

The Illusive man understood this more than most people truly wanted to believe, for he had seen how far people were willing to go to satisfy their own egos and the extent of both Human and alien greed.

Today was a special occasion, so for the first time in a while he was reading a few papers that the Alliance had shown to the public. He couldn't help himself smirk, as the proof of his recent suspicions became more and more real.

Two days had passed since that man's decision to rent out one of his superdreadnoughts and already people were jumping at the fact they could either work in it or simply take advantage of the low price it cost to move their products around.

Yet as the Illusive man read the documents in front of him he saw what many others didn't. Several companies had sold the man their properties or better-said worlds in separatist space, it was simply too expensive to mine the metals they found there.

No, the cost was simply too high, for something they could get cheaper anywhere else and any building they had already set up, was simply left to rot. So they sold the words and whatever buildings there were, which admittedly weren't many and left.

But that was the beauty part of it all.

Perhaps that man had not planned it, perhaps it all somehow fell into place all by itself, but somehow that man had become an owner of several mining colonies, that were confirmed to have mines filled with whatever they had.

And he hadn't had to move a finger.

There were two things that needed to be paid, one was the registry of the worlds and have them acknowledged as his, but the fact that someone else had sold them to him made things surprisingly easy. No one sells a world unless it's worthless, so the paperwork is actually less than half, of what it would be if the world was recently found and about to be colonized.

But that was the thing, why was he all of a sudden moving. The infinity was obvious, he needed a bargaining tool and the Tanker was just an attempt to start a small business. No all one had to do was look closer and they would see the ship was more ore of a distraction than anything else.

So why was she? ... The illusive man stopped as he realized something a grade schooler could have seen a mile away.

He had found something, something he wanted to keep hidden from everyone, that was interesting.

But regardless of what it was, there was no point in perusing it unless he himself knew what it was. So for the first time in a long time, he would take a leap of faith and move with ought fully knowing the outcome.

Several things needed to happen for it to work and not work, but regardless the reward could be greater and the loss was small. If his suspicions held true, then there was a chance he could, no Cerberus would eventually control what it was.

A small business needed to show up and open it's doors away from the hard life in Alliance space, there was too much competition, even in company controls planets and alien controlled space was just out of the question.

The owners had the materials needed to build several domes, for them and the workers to live in, but they wanted something more home-like and the man's designs were just what they were looking for.

In fact, the company had several, things that could be put to use while the domes were being built. Workers that could build and maintain machinery, several companie ships that worked both in the atmosphere and in space.

The thing was, with ezzo being so rare and expensive in that area of space, they would eventually need to employ the man's Pelicans for transport. So if that want buying a few so be it.

In fact, there was a high possibility, the workers and their families might want a change of scenery during their wait. So perhaps they could explore the domes, that man had for entertainment and whatever else they might want.

The Illusive man smirked, there would be too many coincidences, but the only thing that would be lost were a bunch of low-level employees that really didn't know much of anything, a few credits, some spare parts no one was ever going to use and some time, Cerberus would never get back.

The risk was low but if there was something out there than the reward would be high.

The Illusive man took a drink from his glass filled with scotch and looked at the pictures of both the Infinity and the Tanker. " How can I get one of those, but bigger and with more guns," He thought to himself.

At that point, it wouldn't be a ship anymore but a station, but that was only a minor detail. Still, the questions remained.

"How can I get one of those?"