A Deal With The Devil

[Yaadri Osi-Yyn]

Iron Anvil Enterpises, Droid Facility​

Csilla​

As Iriaan sat in his office at the top of main spire, within the droid facility constructed on Csilla. He sat twiddling his thumbs before eventually he would open his holoterminal and speak clearly into the microphone.

"Hello, this is Iriaan Sakor. I'm interested to meet you with you, Mister M'koor. Business relations, obviously. I believe we can be a great help to one another. Come to Csilla, I'm sending you the co-ordinates. Please inform me if you are coming, however." With that the message would end, and he would send it directly to [member="Dresden M'koor"]. A soft exhale left his mouth, as he would lean back into his chair. He would turn to face out of the large glass window, watching his security droids below patrol around the perimeter.

They would of course, stop Dresden when he were to approach the gate. Though he had strictly instructed them to bring the man to his office once he arrived. Iriaan had multiple plans scattered across his table. With a swoop of his hand he would collect them all up and neatly place them down. Taking his gloves off afterwards. Though sitting in the chair with his usual attire. He wasn't dressed as an executive. He rather hated the role of being the CEO, he much more preffered the actual designing and creation of his products. Though, it had to be done.

He sat and waited. Hopefully recieving a message back.

 

[Myra]

Dresden, as usually, was on his ship The Inquisitor which was a CR-90 corvette which his family had affectionately kept and continuously upgraded until it came into his possession to then be used for it's original purpose, a diplomatic ship. He spent most of his days on the corvette, living, eating, breathing, and designing his wares, but this message caught his eye as he lazily browsed through the emails of several different smaller companies looking for donations which he clearly wasn't interested in.. He opened it, and after briefly reading it over he quickly typed a response.

"I, Dresden M'koor of the New Techno Union, will be more than happy to come and talk business with you. I'm currently aboard my CR-90 corvette The Inquisitor and will be arriving shortly. I hope you will excuse the small security detachment of my B9 battle droids who will escort me, for security reasons only I assure you. I believe we will have much to talk about."

And with that he headed to the bridge, sat in the captains chair, and commanded his B9 crew to take him to Csilla.

After a short flight of a few hours, Dresden's ship enters the system flying down into the atmosphere of Csilla and landing only a short distance away from their meeting place. His 5 droids accompanying him as he makes his way down towards the security line, and is then escorted to his future business partner's office. Upon entering, he grins widely, commanding all but one droid to stay outside. He and the one droid enter, as he sticks his hand out to the man for a shake, his other hand firmly planted on his walking cane

"It's a pleasure to meet you Mr. Sakor.. I believe we have much to discuss."

[member="Iriaan Sakor"]

 

[Yaadri Osi-Yyn]

The man enterred with Iriaan, slowly pushing out of his chair as the doors opened. He would stand with his hands behind his back, watching on with clear interest. He glanced to his monitor, seeing the security cameras he had been observing, noting the droids outside. Though, he would make his way around his desk to approach [member="Dresden M'koor"] and as he did he would show a thin smile. Reaching out and shaking the hand of the aging-man. He would shake it for a some time, with a firm grip before eventually letting go and opening his mouth to speak.

He would pause for a moment, glancing to the one droid accompanying Dresden. Before he would shrug and turn back to the man.

"The pleasure is mine." He stated, genuinely. Extending his arm and gesturing to the cabinet on their right, showing a wide grin. "Would you care for a drink of any sort? If it's not in the cabinet, I can get a droid to run down into the basement. I'm certain it'll be there." Chuckles softly, before he would make his way back around his desk. Removing his snow-white fur coat, revealing his armour beneath it before sliding back into his chair, awaiting his response.

As he sat down, a protocol droid would enter the room, standing to the side of the desk in an awkward manner as if he were waiting for something from the pair. Iriaan, kept his eyes focused onto Dresden however.

 

[Myra]

Dresden shrugged his coat off, slinging it around the shoulders of the droid which makes no move, still as a statue. Dresden then sits across from the man assuming there is another seat "Whiskey" He states clearly with a pleasant smile before leaning back in the chair "I hope you don't perceive this as rude, but I prefer business before pleasure, so, is there any particular reason you called me here? Or are we to simply work out a beneficial deal between the both of us?"

[member="Iriaan Sakor"]

 

[Yaadri Osi-Yyn]

As he mentioned whiskey, Iriaan would raise two fingers to the droid on his left before giving a click of his fingers in gesture. A slim, yet somewhat passive smile would appear across his face. After Dresden had finished, he would give a nod out of respect. "I see, well." He would take a pause, pointing to the documents on the table. "Before you arrived I had an idea for a rather simple deal, which we would both find... as you say, beneficial." He stated, glancing to the droid watching him pour the two drinks.

"Though, I may have a better idea now." With that he would raise to his feet, eyeing [member="Dresden M'koor"] for a moment. "Care to walk with me, I have something to show you. Before we... conclude the business." He would then make his way over to the droid collecting the two glasses, offering one to the guest who had ordered it. Then turning to the door and gesturing for him to follow taking a long sip from the glass.

Exiting the room, they would make their way into an elevator, with Iriaan pressing the lowest button and the speaker saying "Ground Floor - Manufactoring floor." He would turn and offer a reassuring smile to his guest. Then the elevator would move downwards, with the doors flinging open revealing a vast factory floor.

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[Myra]

Dresden follows curiously, taking small sips of his whiskey here and there along the 'walk' to enjoy it before arriving on the factory floor. He didn't look too impressed, he had similar manufacturing capabilities at his HQ on Coruscant, and at his new factory being constructed on Alabash. But he smiled and shrugged before looking at the man "And what is it you have in mind?" Diplomacy was something that Dresden favored over most anything, so he hoped today's discussions would be.. interesting

[member="Iriaan Sakor"]

 

[Yaadri Osi-Yyn]

He would glance around the floor, several prototypes of droids he had planned for mass-production marched past. Though, a soft chuckle left his mouth as he turned to Dresden. He raised his arms out in gesture, taking a long step out of the elevator.

"I have many plans, for us. A long term relationship between our companies of sorts." He took a pause, to let it sink in. "The main thing I had in mind, was a trade of exports." He left a smile on his face before he would walk, gesturing for him to follow. They would arrive at a glass-panelled test chamber, with a large weapon of sorts within it. "Here is the prototype for the Alpha Crusader-001." He stated, seeming proud. "It will hopefully be able to penetrate the most durable types of materials. That is what we're hoping anyway."

He turned back to him, finishing the rest of his glass of whiskey before placing it onto a small table besides them. As he did, the weapon in the room would fire leaving a loud ring pinging around the factory floor as the weapon shot two purple blaster bolts into the wall in front of it, leaving a dent.

"I had an idea in mind that we could... come to a deal. I supply the weapons for your droid production, where you supply various factors for my droids. We're lacking the development to create a functional chasis for our latest product, so I was hoping we could... help one another." He asked, awaiting a response from [member="Dresden M'koor"].

 

[Myra]

Dresden followed the much younger man out to the elevator, hoping he wasn't going to be disappointed by this trip. And upon arrival nods at the droid designs and actual droids, impressive for such a small company, the N.T.U. already had two factories and a third was being constructed, so to be able to produce this much was an impressive feat.

The proposal for a long term relationship was something Dresden could happily agree to, but he let the man talk and he listened eagerly, finishing off his whiskey while doing so. This weapon, the Alpha Crusader certainly had a powerful name, and it if turned out to be as impressive as Iriaan made it out to be, Dresden would indeed love to get his hands on it for a new model of the R.C.A.P. and the short demonstration certainly made Dresden anticipate the future even more.

"I certainly can agree to that for such a trade deal is to be desired with the kinds of weapons you're developing here. But I can do even better." He stops, letting it sink in as he inspects the empty whiskey glass before continuing. "The N.T.U. will donate two million credits to Iron Anvil Enterprises, free of charge, in an attempt to further a business partner's business, enough money for a small to medium sized factory on any neighboring worlds you've been looking into. I do this only out of good will, and a guarantee of the fortunes that will come while our business partnership flourishes." He holds out the glass for a 'toast' even though both his and [member="Iriaan Sakor"] 's glasses are empty, grinning smugly.

 

[Yaadri Osi-Yyn]

He listened carefully to the man, and as he mentioned the donation his eyebrows would raise. Before a slim smile would appear across his face. "A very kind gesture, Mister M'koor." He stated, seeming content with the proposal. He grabbed his glass from the table and quickly raised it up alongside the man's with a wide grin, tapping his empty glass against his. "To the bright future of our companies." And with that he would withdraw his glass to his side. It seemed it had been a sucessful meeting.

He turned, snapping his fingers as the glass-covered test chamber would be closed by a set of shutters coming down. He would finish with a final sentence. "I will have the documents sent to you personally, I have signed on my behalf. Though, I'll make the adjustments required for what you have proposed." He said still smiling, eyeing [member="Dresden M'koor"] in the eye.

 

[Myra]

"I will await the contract eagerly." He assures, keeping eye contact for a few seconds longer before nodding "I'm afraid I must be going. I have several things to attend to. I hope I see you once again." He grins, before going to head out the way they came to his Corvette.

[member="Iriaan Sakor"]

 

[Yaadri Osi-Yyn]

A thin smile settled across his mouth, giving a soft dip of his head. "It was a pleasure, to meet you, Mister M'koor. I hope our business venture, goes as planned." He finished with before exiting the room, and heading back to the elevator to his office. He left, with a droid remaining to escort [member="Dresden M'koor"] from the factory. It was a sucessful meeting. Things were looking up.

He settled back into his chair, resuming his day.