Quietus
Hunting Again
One week ago.
To Mr. Lucullus Lacar:
Approximately 30 galactic standard days ago one of my cargo ships fell under siege to a small pirate armada, within which several members were wearing one of your most recent products on the market, a one Azai Upper Body Augmentation piece that, despite the pirates' failure to coordinate an effectual apprehension of goods, proved to be highly resilient during the fray. Two of my soldiers are recovering from broken limbs thanks in part to your product.
I am intrigued by your designs and wish to view more. I will be in the neighboring system of Bastion in one week and would like to meet with you to discuss potential business arrangements that could be to the benefit of both our needs.
Signed,
Lorelei Darke
Sovereign of Kuat
CEO of Kuat Drive Yards
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Dubrilion
Following the Ball of Bastion
HQ of Crown Consortium
Having taken her leave from the side of [member="Gerion Ardik"], Lorelei Darke arrived on Dubrilion at half-past noon, her ship skimming over the vast expanse of blue oceans with the sun glimmering off the waves beneath. The planet reminded her strongly of home and was a pleasant respite from the experience of the Ball of Bastion.
A breath of fresh air, if you will.
After the acquisition of Gaillard, KDY's CEO had turned her sights back to the realm of armor - a department that they'd only dabbled in for VIPs such as Jedi Master Diana Moridena and the reknowned Protectorate Merc Hazel Scheler. The R&D department was hungry for expansion and the funds were pooling for just that - first, however, she needed to find a mind to run the show.
Crown Consortium's owner might just be the candidate she was looking for.
"You Majesty, ETA five minutes."
Today called for business formal attire - handsomely tailored kuatian high-collared robes of black accented by swathes of red and the gleam of gold. The crimson mane of hair that so characterized the Kuatian Sovereign sat neatly pulled into plaited braids pinned along the back of her head.
"Ma'am?" Lacy Hardt, her personal assistant and secretary, arrived with an onyx jewelry box in her hands.
"Not today Miss Hardt."
"What about the gold studs?"
"That'll do. You'll remain on the ship, Miss Hardt."
"As you wish, your Majesty."
The ship gave a faint shudder as it touched down to the landing pad of the CC headquarters. Lorelei watched in the mirror as her noghri body guard, Kefka, appeared in her doorway, beady eyes leering. They were early - she could only hope her host would be so punctual.
[member="Lucullus Lacar"]
To Mr. Lucullus Lacar:
Approximately 30 galactic standard days ago one of my cargo ships fell under siege to a small pirate armada, within which several members were wearing one of your most recent products on the market, a one Azai Upper Body Augmentation piece that, despite the pirates' failure to coordinate an effectual apprehension of goods, proved to be highly resilient during the fray. Two of my soldiers are recovering from broken limbs thanks in part to your product.
I am intrigued by your designs and wish to view more. I will be in the neighboring system of Bastion in one week and would like to meet with you to discuss potential business arrangements that could be to the benefit of both our needs.
Signed,
Lorelei Darke
Sovereign of Kuat
CEO of Kuat Drive Yards
~~~~~~~~
Dubrilion
Following the Ball of Bastion
HQ of Crown Consortium
Having taken her leave from the side of [member="Gerion Ardik"], Lorelei Darke arrived on Dubrilion at half-past noon, her ship skimming over the vast expanse of blue oceans with the sun glimmering off the waves beneath. The planet reminded her strongly of home and was a pleasant respite from the experience of the Ball of Bastion.
A breath of fresh air, if you will.
After the acquisition of Gaillard, KDY's CEO had turned her sights back to the realm of armor - a department that they'd only dabbled in for VIPs such as Jedi Master Diana Moridena and the reknowned Protectorate Merc Hazel Scheler. The R&D department was hungry for expansion and the funds were pooling for just that - first, however, she needed to find a mind to run the show.
Crown Consortium's owner might just be the candidate she was looking for.
"You Majesty, ETA five minutes."
Today called for business formal attire - handsomely tailored kuatian high-collared robes of black accented by swathes of red and the gleam of gold. The crimson mane of hair that so characterized the Kuatian Sovereign sat neatly pulled into plaited braids pinned along the back of her head.
"Ma'am?" Lacy Hardt, her personal assistant and secretary, arrived with an onyx jewelry box in her hands.
"Not today Miss Hardt."
"What about the gold studs?"
"That'll do. You'll remain on the ship, Miss Hardt."
"As you wish, your Majesty."
The ship gave a faint shudder as it touched down to the landing pad of the CC headquarters. Lorelei watched in the mirror as her noghri body guard, Kefka, appeared in her doorway, beady eyes leering. They were early - she could only hope her host would be so punctual.
[member="Lucullus Lacar"]