Private A Profit to be made

[Issik]

Coruscant was one of the few planets where you can meet anyone and everyone, it's one of the charms that brought Issik's attention to this world, so many people of various reputation and connections and that is why he is here, He chose the underparts of the city because less law and order down here, more opportunities for his kind of work.

Connections is what he needed and he heard of a couple of possible clients and managed to set up a meeting at one of the establishments here in the underworld though the name The Butterscotch Rancor was a odd name but he wasn't here to judge names he was here to meet and make credits and connections, he made his way to the establishment and left his weapons at the door, which was reasonable don't want drunkards with a blaster ruining the establishment before he headed on in, was a very lively..perfect for this meeting he only hoped the people he asked for showed, in the meantime he merely observed the area he didn't want to take too much into the alcohol as being drunk before the meeting would be bad.


This was the era for business and he would be a fool to not take the opportunity and expand out and reach out to others after all, he cant take the underworld by himself.


Ragos Terrek Aurelius Baldor

 

[Aurelius Baldor]

P.T. Adamczyk - Valentinos

Guns. People love 'em or they hate 'em, but they're basically a daily part of the lives of many of the galaxy's inhabitants. Especially people in Aurelius' line of work, people who turn those guns into a business. He had heard through the grapevine that there was a new arms dealer on the block, an up and comer Trandoshan named Issik . They had arranged to meet at the Butterscotch Rancor, a club in Coruscant's Undercity, and it was there that he headed now. A club that happened to be owned by someone Aurelius was fairly familiar with.

It would do him good to get out and about after the transition to this new, genetically engineered body. If he couldn't handle a simple arms deal, well, he wouldn't be fit to run much of anything. Because of this, he decided that he'd be going by himself to this meeting, no security, no Shadowrunner, just himself and Issik. He maneuvered his modified Mobquet M-68 through the traffic, eventually coming to a stop outside the Rancor. So this is the Butterscotch Rancor, he thought. Looks like that kid Ragos Terrek is doing well enough for himself. Parking his speeder, he got out and made his way to the bouncer. He gave a nod to them, then began stripping his weapons. Out came the pistols, and the petars, all of it. Those were the rules, after all, and he doubted he would have much need for them anyways.

After he had removed all of his weapons, Aurelius stepped into the Butterscotch Rancor. Nice place, he thought. Got the right mix of class and sleaze. I might have to come here more often. He surveyed the area for a moment before quickly finding Issik, and started making his way over to the Trandoshan.

 

[Issik]

He took a liking to some of the hospitality before his attention turned to the Devaronian that was approaching him, he hoped that was one of the people he asked for as he straightened up time for the business face before the Devaronian got here in case it was who he was looking for. The place was nice enough but he had plans in his head already, never was one for staying at one square for too long especially with Corsec being annoying as per usual down here in the underworld.

He'd keep a cool and composed appearance but he'd be a liar if there wasn't a small part of him that was anxious, this was hopefully a stepping stone in a wider more lucrative arrangement, a stepping stone he hoped would not crumble before he can get far with it, though part of him wondered if the other was going to show as well.

He heard of the Ninth Circle Craftworks who dealt with his kind of buisness they would be a perfect place to get connections into and if all went well he can get his foot in the door.

Ragos Terrek Aurelius Baldor

 

[Ragos Terrek]

Nice guys finish last. The early bird gets the worm. Men with morals die poor.

Ragos Terrek was the embodiment of 'make credits and fuxk the rest. There were two things he could not stand fething trandoshans and the slimy fuxk Aurelius but tonight Ragos put his personal feelings away at the chance to make some desperately needed credits.

Ragos people put him on to trando that was looking to move some high class, high price weapons, chit that every day seemed like Ragos was going to need as it looked more and more like war was coming to the Killa Korunai on Coruscant but tonight not only did he have to put away sour feelings but self serving ones too. He'd arranged a meeting at his club The Butterscotch Rancor not for himself but between this mysterious trando and that slimy sack of mynock chit Aurelius Baldor.

Baldor sucked. Ragos hated the man and one day was certain they were headed toward something violent but the man was well connected to Coruscant's underworld and he wasn't cheap so Ragos offered his club as a neutral site for the devaronian to conduct his business — for a reasonable fee, obviously.

Ragos would wait a little while longer for the two aliens to get to know each other before acting like a good host.

Issik Aurelius Baldor