Location: Commenor | Time: 07:18 | Objective: Meet with the Queen of Commenor
It had been Asher's first time to visit Commenor. In fact, it had also been his first time reaching out to another Faction other than The Confederacy to sell his weapons to.
In the years since it's conception, Dynetech Industries had become an impressive arms manufacturer under the guidance of the Techno Union. However, now that their first contract had expired they were free to expand to other regions of the galaxy, so they would start with Commenor.
From his shuttle, Asher had been reviewing the products he brought to display to the Queen of Commenor. Checking them for any last minute defects and making sure they were the best he could offer her. A small team of scientists had been brought to aid him in the demonstration, yet aside from them the Scientist was unguarded. The pilot called out into the passenger bay, her feminine voice cutting through the bit of idle chatter that was occurring in the hold.
"Doctor Malvern, we're arriving at the Commenori palace."
Asher's attention was focused on the staff that he had taken into his hands. Using a pair of grips, he tightened a small metal ring before calling out to the pilot. "Thank you, Cyn." His voice was rough and tested, yet the calming expression he held behind that firm voice was a stark contrast. As the shuttle came into a soft landing, Asher took to his feet, stretching freely as he let out a brief groan. The other three members of his staff stood with him, each one carrying a rather large briefcase or duffel bag.
"This is what we've been working for. Be sure to keep the demonstrations short and sweet. All of these products are tested and finalized but I'm not one to take chances." He said to his team, before glancing over to the off-loading ramp. A low hiss erupted from the door before it lowered itself down onto the landing platform below. Asher's eyes narrowed a bit as the bright light of the morning sun crept through the entrance. From his pocket he produced a thin-framed pair of glasses.
He placed the frames over his eyes, clearing his vision a bit as he led the group of scientists out of the shuttle and onto the ramp.