Private An Arms Deal (TOWD with IGBC)

[Mike V'Trechen]

Bespin was an enormous gas monster situated close to the Anoat framework, a forlorn and void piece of the system. Bespin had a few moons, and its vaporous mass contained a slight stratum of reasonable air. Its layers were a wellspring of uncommon Tibanna gas, which was accumulated and high-caliber in a few mining edifices, including Cloud City, a delightful and rich-looking large city suspended in the planet's immense growing mists. The Ugnaught city of Ugnorgrad additionally was situated over the planet, being administered by King Ozz in the time after the Fight of Endor. During the Galactic Civil War, Bespin remained not related, however that didn't keep the Galactic Empire from forcing the planet and getting and assuming responsibility for Cloud City. Be that as it may, with the Empire's destruction at Endor, the gas monster and its rich mining province wound up recuperating their opportunity.

The Red Dragons was gone. Long live The Order of the White Dragon. Today, Mike was attending a meeting that was to help the faction get more weapons and devices. Mike did not know a lot about this company but decided to go and hear their speech. Mike was happy that his wife was going to the meeting too. His wife knew a lot about about military, so Mike placed her as the Head of Military of the TOWD. Mike was sitting in his office awaiting the others.

 

[Shute Gunray]

Shute Gunray waddled haphazardly down the length of his corvette-class cruiser's ramp. Bespin was a humid planet, it was not uncommon for many to find it uncomfortable or troublesome. Shute Gunray hated Bespin. Beads of sweat ran down his meaty joules and collected in pools beneath his hanging, rolled flesh. Perspiration stained his robes, making trips to planets like the gas giant embarrassing for the banking extraordinaire. However, there was money to be made and alliances to be struck. The IGBC could profit off of growing factions such as the White Dragon while strengthening them. If they grew strong enough to become a galactic power? Well, that just meant the bankers would have powerful friends in high places. A win-win for everyone, as far as Shute Gunray was concerned.

He turned to his left, struggling to keep pace with his companion. The threat of tripping over his long robe was real, but there was to be no weakness in the field.

"You know," his bulbous lips smacked together as his neck jiggled beneath them. "I have not heard much of the White Dragon or their leader. Has anything reached you, my friend?" Shute Gunray looked over his shoulder to the three rolling droidekas slowly following the two bankers. They eventually entered into the facility and trailed through the halls, soon enough arriving at the door to Mike's office.

"I believe we are here," a meaty fist knocked on the door.

Mike V'Trechen | Gat Tambor​

 

[Gat Tambor]

Gat Tambor wordlessly set off from the 'Phantom' which served to deposit the two Banking Clan officials to Bespin, fiddling with his voice modulator before any talks began to ensure the Skakoan would fluidly translate to Galactic Basic each time he spoke. Peering over to Shute beneath the thick goggles of his atmospheric suit once he'd sounded his inquiry off to the Skakoan Chairman.

"OOOOOWOEOREROEOREE- I'm afraid not - Shute. He will need to propose a staunch case and carry a solid line of credit if he wishes for anything from the Technoid Manufactorum. We shall see..." Tambor stated ; ever the pragmatist he would let anyone sit down at the table with him to talk business ; but he was ultimately reserved in who he sold his most advanced products to. The Sith Of The Outer Rim would have to be convincing if he wanted investment from the Banking Clan.

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Mike V'Trechen | Shute Gunray

 

[Salis]

To Salis, the Red Dragon, and the Order of the White Dragon, it was all the same. She was head of military, again, so did it really matter to her that there was a name change? Salis was on her way at the moment to that office. Her own nature to be armored at all times had been slightly sated. However, it did not stop her from being armed. It was common, now that she was in a territory in which she had so much authority, her guard was slightly less full. As a result she was wearing instead clothes not unlike those of a jedi, made of shell spider silk, her lightsaber at her waist on her back, two Stun Pearl earrings on her, in each boot a phrik knife, and at her side a blaster pistol. This might seem like a lot for a force sensitive, but it was actually a considerable downgrade. She came to see that Shute Gunray had already arrived at the door, as well as Gat Tambor . "Hello there." she said simply, a cheerful smile, "I'm Salis, you're heading in regarding-" She left it hanging to see how they would respond.

Of course, she knew what they were supposed to say, she was aware of a deal going on. however, Salis was ever the skeptical type, and her tendency to question motives and whether a person was who they said they were or not seemed to be ever constant.

Mike V'Trechen

 

[Mike V'Trechen]

Mike let everyone into his office and gave everyone drinks. Mike did not know much about the company either, but knew that they needed some help with improving their robots. Mike sat down and sighed. He looked at the others anxiously. It was really not his place to be there, but he was there with his wife.

“These people are here to talk to us about a potential business adventure for our military,” said Mike. “I do know that much. I saw some of your equipment and they looked decent. Tell me more about the company and we will talk about the faction we have.”

Salis Gat Tambor Shute Gunray

 

[Shute Gunray]

Shute Gunray shifted his attention from the door to Salis as she approached. He straightened a tad before lowering his gaze to rest on the smaller woman. His eyes scanned her form, taking notice of any outward weaponry before bowing his head in the briefest of nods. The towering alien straightened the front of his robe before clearing his throat.

"I am Shute Gunray," he said it matter-of-factly as he motioned to his companion. "And this is Gat Tambor. We are here to discuss matters of capital with one Mike T'Vrechen," he paused as the door to the office swung open. "Ah, I see the good man is expecting us," he waddled forward into the room before taking a seat across from Mike. The drink provided to him looked rather chilled, causing the hulking alien to lick his lips and eye the beverage momentarily. He eventually tore his gaze away and allowed it to settle on the Sith across from him. There was not much information floating around the galaxy regarding the man, so he took care to watch him carefully.

"Greetings, good T'Vrechen. I am Shute Gunray, this is Gat Tambor," he repeated the same introduction while allowing himself to sink into the chair a bit. "We are weapons manufacturers, as well as purveyors of droids and ships alike. We see this as an opportunity to provide your people with our supplies, for the right cost," his lips and cheeks pulled back into a smile, "I hear you are hoping to grow your base of power. We can aid you in such an endeavor."

Mike V'Trechen | Gat Tambor | Salis​

 

[Gat Tambor]

"OOWEWEREREREOOEEEEE - A pleasure, V'trechen. Me and Gunray have heard you are in need of refitting and rearmament within your group. You have come in contact with the right group. The Technoid Manufactorum has made many eager customers satisfied several times over - we hope we can do the same for you." The Skakoan states, linking his spread out finger tips with one another infront of his chest as he hovers his way into the demesne of the White Dragon. Sitting himself near the tremendously powerful Shute Gunray, Gat Tambor adjusts his voice modulator as he shifts his beady and focused Skakoan gaze between the lot of them. Eager to do business and little else - ever the pragmatic man.

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Shute Gunray | Mike V'Trechen | Salis