A Day at Work.Vulcan Industeries

[Darth Morgoth]

Melkor stood in front of his business, Vulcan Industries. He had worked hard to get to were he was Ceo of a budding corperation with many allies. It had been almost a year since he had found Vulcan Industries, and two since he had been freed from his icy prison. His decendent Ta'ek Viss was his co-owner, and the real genius behind some of there best projects. They made a good team. Melkor was the business minded and creative one. Where as Ta'ek was the kind of guy who helped out on the nitty gritty of the technology.

 

[Darth Morgoth]

Melkor walked into the storefront. He was wearing a black leather vest and pair of cargos with black combat boots. Walking over to his chair behind the counter he looked over his agenda for today.

1. Holocall durasteel suplier
2. Work on designs for the Proto Tool
3. Balance the Books
4. Check out the storage room and take inventory
5. Fill out order forms for standard slug thrower rounds
6. File down gun slides for the STHC
7. Close shop

 

[Darth Morgoth]

Melkor sighed, he hated talking to this supplier but it had to be done. Calling up the man on the holoport he waited for him to answer.

Melkor impatiently tapped his foot, he was ready to get back to work and did not have time for this nonsense.

His supplier a burly man appeared and said in a gruff voice "You rang?"

Melkor snarled a little and said "Yes my shipment is two days late and I need that Durasteel now!!"

The supplier scowled and said "It will be there dont get your sith panties in a twist! Now if you will excuse me"

Melkor slumped back into his seat and sighed. That part was done at least

 

[Darth Morgoth]

Melkor sat down at his desk, pulling out his pen he started sketching. This is what he enjoyed doing, losing himself in a project.

He stood up briefly and grabbed a lamp and applied the light to the paper.

Sitting down he began to measure out the proportions. He was getting tired and hungery and decided to go and grab a bite to eat.

Setting down his pen he turned off his lights and headed out for lunch.

 

[Darth Morgoth]

Melkor grinned as he walked back into his shop after lunch. He was full and rested and ready to get back to work.

Sitting down he pulled out his books, and started to mull over them.

He typed a few things into a computer and started making sure that the books on his computer matched that of the the record in his ledgers.

After he was satisfied he put his ledgers back.

 

[Darth Morgoth]

Melkor stood from his desk and walked towards the back of the shop. He moved to go into the storage room but not before grabbing his holopad.

Walking into the storage room he looked around and started with the Rancor bone.

"-4 femurs other than that still in tact"

Next he moved to the little bit of Beskar he had left.

"8 ounces left"

Then to the case where his durasteel usually was kept

"Im out, fething supplier"

After about an hour of this he finished

 

[Darth Morgoth]

Melkor went back to his desk and started to fill out a paper, order ammunition.

Name
"Melkor Morgoth"
Ammunition Type
"Armor Piercing"
Amount
"700"
Account number
"1987**************"

He smiled and sent it through the holonet to its destination.

 

[Darth Morgoth]

Melkor went back to his table, he had a order of STHC's he needed to get out.

Pulling out a group of slides he examined them.

Finding them to be little thick, he pulled out a file. He carefully began to file the durasteel down.

He needed to make sure that they were clear, simply because of the amount of pressure that would be put on them.

After a few hours he had it all finished.

 

[Darth Morgoth]

Melkor picked up his keys off the table and walked towards the door.

He pushed it open and walked out.

He locked up and then took a step back.

Looking at the building he was proud of what he had built here.

He walked away having enjoyed a day working at Vulcan Industries

 

[Darth Morgoth]

Arriving in his apartment he placed his keys down and went to make dinner.

He made a steak, and grabbed a bottle of rum.

Sitting down he called his decendant on the his mobile holocom "Well Ta'ek it seems we have had a good day at work I hope you will be arriving back soon"