Rusty
Purveyor of Fine Weaponry
Now there was a question that Rusty was prepared to answer. He had halfway expected this, and at any rate, he needed a way to explain what was going on to the board at RCFC. They were used to Rusty more or less doing as he pleased, but they at least liked to have some semblance of a legal framework.
He tossed Lok a datapad.
"Remember how I said I owned a gun store? Weeeelllll, it's more of a multiplanet corporation at this point. Things got out of hand real fast," he said, with more than a hint of chagrin in his voice. Out of hand was an understatement. "At any rate, I can take you on as an apprentice or intern or whatever the hell you want to call it."
The datapad contained the standard RCFC paid intern contract. The Shard had never planned on using it, but Koko insisted that they needed to have a mechanism for it in place, just in case. Sometimes, he swore that woman was clairvoyant. Eralam suspected that she might have a very low key Force sensitivity that gave her flashes in insight.
The "Duties and Responsibilities" section wasn't terribly detailed, owing to the fact that it was designed to be as flexible as possible, but other sections included figures for a salary which had more zeroes on the end than was probably healthy, health, vision, and dental coverage, and even a travel expense account. The contract was good for one year, with the option to extend.
"See, here's how I look at it. It's going to take some time to track him down, wherever he is. That gives us time to get you up to speed on fighting Force Users, something that nearly no one is good at unless they've trained specifically for it. In the mean time, we need a good excuse to keep you around, and something tells me that you're not gonna be happy taking the easy way out when it comes to a debt. So during the day, at least on days when I'm stuck in the office, you can work for me as an intern, doing...whatever the hell it is interns normally do. You'll earn a salary, so you'll be able to buy your own weapons and gear and won't owe me anything on that front. During the evenings, we'll train. When I can get away from the office, you can come along and get some real world experience. If we find a lead, we drop everything and chase it down. If we find your brother in under a year, you agree to finish out the contract, and if it takes longer, we can extend as necessary. If all goes well, when all is said and done you'll have your brother back, a useful skillset, and maybe even a job if you find something at RCFC that catches your fancy. How does that sound?"
The Shard did not expect things to go well, not in the slightest. In fact, he was pretty sure this would all end in tears and blood and maybe tears mingled with blood. That sort of happy ending only happened in holodramas, and usually not the good ones. Not that he planned to tell Lok that. If he was wrong, no harm no foul. She'd have her happy ending and that was that. If he was right, there was no point in telling her now. Hope was a powerful motivator, and he had no right to take that from her.
[member="Lok Maxus"]
He tossed Lok a datapad.
"Remember how I said I owned a gun store? Weeeelllll, it's more of a multiplanet corporation at this point. Things got out of hand real fast," he said, with more than a hint of chagrin in his voice. Out of hand was an understatement. "At any rate, I can take you on as an apprentice or intern or whatever the hell you want to call it."
The datapad contained the standard RCFC paid intern contract. The Shard had never planned on using it, but Koko insisted that they needed to have a mechanism for it in place, just in case. Sometimes, he swore that woman was clairvoyant. Eralam suspected that she might have a very low key Force sensitivity that gave her flashes in insight.
The "Duties and Responsibilities" section wasn't terribly detailed, owing to the fact that it was designed to be as flexible as possible, but other sections included figures for a salary which had more zeroes on the end than was probably healthy, health, vision, and dental coverage, and even a travel expense account. The contract was good for one year, with the option to extend.
"See, here's how I look at it. It's going to take some time to track him down, wherever he is. That gives us time to get you up to speed on fighting Force Users, something that nearly no one is good at unless they've trained specifically for it. In the mean time, we need a good excuse to keep you around, and something tells me that you're not gonna be happy taking the easy way out when it comes to a debt. So during the day, at least on days when I'm stuck in the office, you can work for me as an intern, doing...whatever the hell it is interns normally do. You'll earn a salary, so you'll be able to buy your own weapons and gear and won't owe me anything on that front. During the evenings, we'll train. When I can get away from the office, you can come along and get some real world experience. If we find a lead, we drop everything and chase it down. If we find your brother in under a year, you agree to finish out the contract, and if it takes longer, we can extend as necessary. If all goes well, when all is said and done you'll have your brother back, a useful skillset, and maybe even a job if you find something at RCFC that catches your fancy. How does that sound?"
The Shard did not expect things to go well, not in the slightest. In fact, he was pretty sure this would all end in tears and blood and maybe tears mingled with blood. That sort of happy ending only happened in holodramas, and usually not the good ones. Not that he planned to tell Lok that. If he was wrong, no harm no foul. She'd have her happy ending and that was that. If he was right, there was no point in telling her now. Hope was a powerful motivator, and he had no right to take that from her.
[member="Lok Maxus"]