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CHOAM） from the Spacing Guild：
Our specific charge in this unofficial mission has been to search the uninhabited worlds to find another source of the precious spice melange； upon which so much of the Imperium depends。 We have documented the journeys of many of our Navigators and Steersmen； searching hundreds of planets。 To date； however； we have had no success。 The only source of melange in the Known Universe remains the desert world of Arrakis。 The Guild； CHOAM； and all other dependents must continue in thrall of the Harkonnen monopoly。
However； the value of exploring outlying territories for new planetary systems and new resources bears its own fruit。 The detailed surveys and orbital maps on the attached sheets of ridulian crystal will no doubt be of mercial import for CHOAM。
Having pleted our contract to the specifications upon which we previously agreed； we hereby request that CHOAM deposit the required payment in our official Guild Bank headquarters on Junction。
To His Royal Highness； the Padishah Emperor Elrood IX； Ruler of the Known Universe：
From His Faithful Subject the Siridar Baron Vladimir Harkonnen； Planetary Governor of Arrakis； titular head of House Harkonnen and Overlord of Giedi Prime； Lankiveil； and allied planets。
Sire； let me once again affirm my mitment to serving you faithfully on the desert planet Arrakis。 For seven years after my father's death； I am ashamed to say that my inpetent half brother Abulurd has allowed spice production to falter。 Equipment losses have been high； while exports fell to abysmal levels。 Given the dependence of the Imperium on the spice melange； this bottleneck could have had dire consequences。 Be assured that my family has taken action to rectify the unfortunate situation： Abulurd has been removed from his duties and relegated to the planet of Lankiveil。 His noble title has been removed； though he may reclaim a district governorship one day。
Now that I am the direct overseer of Arrakis； allow me to give you my personal guarantee that I will use whatever means necessary money； dedication； and an iron hand to ensure that melange production meets or exceeds previous record levels。
As you so wisely have manded； the spice must flow！
Melange is the financial crux of CHOAM activities。 Without this spice； Bene Gesserit Reverend Mothers could not perform feats of observation and human control； Guild Navigators could not see safe pathways across space； and billions of Imperial citizens would die of addictive withdrawal。 Any simpleton knows that such dependence upon a single modity leads to abuse。 We are all at risk。
…CHOAM Economic Analysis of Materiel Flow Patterns
Lean and muscular； Baron Vladimir Harkonnen hunched forward next to the ornithopter pilot。 He peered with spider…black eyes through the pitted windowplaz； smelling the ever…present grit and sand。
As the armored 'thopter flew high overhead； the white sun of Arrakis dazzled against unrelenting sands。 The sweeping vista of dunes sizzling in the day's heat made his retinas burn。 The landscape and sky were bleached of color。 Nothing soothed the human eye。
Hellish place。
The Baron wished he could be back in the industrialized warmth and civilized plexity of Giedi Prime； the central world of House Harkonnen。 Even stuck here； he had better things to do back at the local family headquarters in the city of Carthag； other diversions to suit his demanding tastes。
But the spice harvesting must take precedence。 Always。 Especially a huge strike such as the one his spotters had reported。
In the cramped cockpit； the Baron lounged with well…postured confidence； ignoring the buffet and sway of air currents。 The 'thopter's mechanical wings beat rhythmically like a wasp's。 The dark leather of his chestpiece fit tightly over well…toned pectorals。 In his mid…forties； he had rakish good looks； his reddish gold hair had been cut and styled to exacting specifications； enhancing his distinctive widow's peak。 The Baron's skin was smooth； his cheekbones high and well sculpted。 Sinewy muscles stood out along his neck and jaw； ready to contort his face into a scowl or a hard smile； depending on circumstances。
〃How much farther？〃 He looked sideways at the pilot； who had been showing signs of nervousness。
〃The site is in the deep desert； m'Lord Baron。 All indications are that this is one of the richest concentrations of spice ever excavated。〃
The flying craft shuddered on thermals as they passed over an outcropping of black lava rock。 The pilot swallowed hard； focusing on the ornithopter's controls。
The Baron relaxed into his seat and quelled his impatience。 He was glad the new hoard was far from prying eyes； away from Imperial or CHOAM corporate officials who might keep troublesome records。 Doddering old Emperor Elrood IX didn't need to know every damned thing about Harkonnen spice production on Arrakis。 Through carefully edited reports and doctored accounting journals； not to mention bribes； the Baron told the off…planet overseers only what he wanted them to know。
He swiped a strong hand across the sheen of sweat on his upper lip； then adjusted the 'thopter's environment controls to make the cockpit cooler； the air more moist。
The pilot； unfortable at having such an important and volatile passenger in his care； nudged the engines to increase speed。 He checked the console's map projection again； studied outlines of the desert terrain that spread as far as they could see。
Having examined the cartographic projections himself； the Baron had been displeased by their lack of detail。 How could anyone expect to find his way across this desert scab of a world？ How could a planet so vital to the economic stability of the Imperium remain basically uncharted？ Yet another failing of his weak younger demibrother； Abulurd。
But Abulurd was gone； and the Baron was in charge。 Now that Arrakis is mine； I'll put everything in order。 Upon returning to Carthag； he would set people to work drawing up new surveys and maps； if the damned Fremen didn't kill the explorers again or ruin the cartography points。
For forty years； this desert world had been the quasi…fief of House Harkonnen； a political appointment granted by the Emperor； with the blessing of the mercial powerhouse CHOAM the bine Honnete Ober Advancer Mercantiles。 Though grim and unpleasant； Arrakis was one of the most important jewels in the Imperial crown because of the precious substance it provided。
However； upon the death of the Baron's father； Dmitri Harkonnen； the old Emperor had； through some mental deficiency； granted the seat of power to the softhearted Abulurd； who had managed to decimate spice production in a mere seven years。 Profits plunged； and he lost control to smugglers and sabotage。 In disgrace； the fool had been yanked from his position and sent off without official title to Lankiveil； where even he could do little damage to the self…sustaining whale…fur activities there。
Immediately upon being granted the governorship； Baron Vladimir Harkonnen had set out to turn Arrakis around。 He would make his own mark； erase the legacy of mistakes and bad judgment。
In all the Imperium； Arrakis a hellhole that some might consider a punishment rather than a reward was the only known source of the spice melange； a substance worth far more than any precious metal。 Here on this parched world； it was worth even more than its weight in water。
Without spice； efficient space travel would be impossible。。。and without space travel； the Imperium itself would fall。 Spice prolonged life； protected health； and added a vigor to existence。 The Baron； a moderate user himself； greatly appreciated the way it made him feel。 Of course； the spice melange was also ferociously addictive； which kept the price high 。。。。
The armored 'thopter flew over a seared mountain range that looked like a broken jawbone filled with rotted teeth。 Up ahead the Baron could see a dust cloud extending like an anvil into the sky。
〃Those are the harvesting operations； m'Lord Baron。〃
Hawklike attack 'thopters grew from black dots in the monochrome sky and swooped toward them。 The municator pinged； and the pilot sent back an identification signal。 The paid defenders mercenaries with orders to keep out unwele observers circled away and took up protective positions in the sky。
So long as House Harkonnen maintained the illusion of progress and profits； the Spacing Guild didn't need to know about every particular spice find。 Nor did the Emperor； nor CHOAM。 The Baron would keep the melange for himself and add it to his huge stockpiles。
After Abulurd's years of bumbling； if the Baron acplished even half of what he was capable of； CHOAM and the Imperium would see a vast improvement。 If he kept them happy； they wouldn't notice his substantial skim； would never suspect his secret spice stashes。 A dangerous stratagem if discovered。。。but the Baron had ways of dealing with prying eyes。
As they approached the plume of dust； he took out a pair of binoculars and focused the oil lenses。 The magnification permitted him to see the spice factory at work。 With its giant treads and enormous cargo capacity； the mechanical monstrosity was incredibly expensive and worth every solari expe