"That's why we will raise it," Alex said. "Medical, logistics, fabrication, security. People who can be certified fast."
Mingyue frowned. "Certified by who?"
"By the system," Alex said. "By unions, by academies, by corporate boards. Whoever holds the permit."
Kael's fingers tapped the armrest. "So you want me to make these new immigrants licensed professionals?"
Alex nodded. "Exactly. Don't worry. I'll make sure their skills are on par. What you need to do is push so they get fair judgment."
Despite the Empire's focus on talent and personal skill, on a private planet like this, corruption and nepotism were common.
For good positions, locals would block outsiders from getting permits, or make the process harder on purpose so they could keep a monopoly over the industry.
Alex opened another window.
A web of institutions lit up across the projection.
Unions.
Guilds.
Academies.
Corporate registries.
Military.
