A THANK YOU TO AYDEN THE CORELLIAN COLOSSUS OF LOVE!

[Ordo]

@[member="Ayden Cater"]

The air was a bustle of activity when Ordo FINALLY got off his Shebs and came to pay homage to the single greatest Corellian of our time, Ayden Cater. Ordo a Corellian born Mandalorian not only was honored but was about to enjoy the rare privilege of meeting the designer of the sexiest ship ever to leave a ship yard. The Dancing Thranta was Ordo's requested ship and wedding gift to his beautiful, wonderful, hard working riduur @[member="Rianna Organa"].
The big Mando stepped off his venerable YT-2000 and walked out into the hangerbay. His black beskar'gam had new orange clan and rank symbols but they were no doubt nothing by comparison to the legendary Hat of Cater. Ordo approached the hanger workers and explained his reason for visiting and they pointed him to the turbolift. Ordo removed his Buy'ce and clipped it to his belt as he wondered how many camera's he would have to remove from the main sleeping chambers. Within seconds the doors opened and he was standing in an office with not one but to attractive secretaries who obviously hadn't been hired for their mental assests. Ordo walked forward and looked at the women whom held none of his interest.

"Ordo Ar'klim to see Mr. Cater please." he said in his best I'm not going to kill anything voice.

 

[Ayden Cater]

@[member="Ordo"]

"Send him in." Ayden said after a mousy voice squeaked that a very large, very angry-looking man had requested to see him. Ayden of course knew who it was and knew that there was no real danger posed, at least as long as he didn't mouth off about the Mandalorian's wife. When the door opened, Ayden was standing there in a relaxed suit with his characteristic hat and cigar between his lips. "Su cuy'gar, vod." His mando'a was a bit out of practice, but Ayden managed to at least give the more traditional greeting without making an nab of himself. Gesturing to a seat, Ayden retreated around behind his desk and pulled out a bottle of whiskey and set it down on the table. "So tell me, Ordo Ar'klim, to what do I owe the pleasure?"

Meanwhile, just outside the office, one of the secretaries cocked her head to one side as if listening to something. A moment later and she threw herself to the floor as a trio of darts embedded themselves in the console screen in place of the back of her neck. Not missing a beat, she kicked the chair backwards, eliciting a sudden "oomf!" as it stopped without apparent reason moments before a crackling of energy revealed a figure in a black bodysuit. He seemed shocked that his cloak had failed a second before looking up to see a heeled kick pop him in the face. And throughout the tussle, not a peep carried through to the office.

 

[Ordo]

@[member="Ayden Cater"]

Ordo leaned forward to pick up the bottle and read the lable. It was genuine Corellian, not that he expected less.

Ordo turned the bottle in his hands. It had been a very long time since he had held a bottle of Corellian whiskey and not some imitation stuff.

"I had a ship I had wanted built and I was hoping to have a look at the progress." He said as he read the label on the bottle.

"From Coronet?" He said as he moved to pull the cork. "May I?"