Another sale

[Quintus Varro]

The retirement package of a defeated Empire was simple, loot what was left of your unit's equipment or be really broke. Warlords were bound to break out and take some units, claim a planet or two, and maybe even try to create their own personal Empire. Eamon was in a position to take nothing like that, but he was more then happy to loot enough to make a tidy profit of his military service. Most of it was quickly sold to one buyer or another, and he found it better to simply not ask what they planned on doing with a few dozen pounds of explosives. Instead he invested in his own company, or rather a workshop he called a company, which was really, just him working on a contractual basis.

His best money at first was taking former Imperial ships and destroying their signatures so they could be used as commercial vessels or more likely piracy. There were only so many ship's and oh so many willing to sell that simple service out, leaving him with less lucrative jobs. Droids were his specialty so he stayed with that, custom droids and repairing other droids. Occasionally the odd job illegal job appeared such as weapon customization and the like but they were becoming rarer quickly. The money was enough to keep the workshop up and running, and pay what little bills he had beyond it's activities.

It was far from where he thought he'd have been ten years ago, but he was his own boss at least, and no one was shooting at him. The last part was especially pleasing, healing fast did not mean it didn't hurt like a mother to get shot. No one, and he was pretty sure no one liked seeing the sun shine through them. Besides, you never knew when the big break was gonna come.

Like any other day he found himself walking down into his workshop from his small apartment above with a yawn. The lights flickering on as the hum of heavy machinery started up, his eyelids blinking over his thick membrane as his eyes adjusted to the lights. Approaching the front room he punched the code into a wall panel opening up the security gate in front of the doors. With a grunt he noticed his coloring was somewhere between gold and silver, he was going to need some coffee.

With a grumble he heard the door open behind him as he made it around the counter, and with a nod he grumbled towards the coffee machine locking eyes with one of this droids. Throwing out a beep the droid simply spun towards the machine, it's mocking far worth the cup of coffee it have for him soon enough. Turning back finally towards the door he leaned against a wall rubbing his eye sleepily. "Morning, or evening depending which time of the day you're still running on. Not really open yet, but tell me what you need and I'll see if I can't get it started."

 

[Lief]

It had not been very long since Kyra had met with a strange woman claiming to know her family. She had no recollection of ever meeting an Umbaran so it must have been after she was sold to the Crew. A shame, really, she would have much preferred to remain as she was. Not that it mattered; doors had opened and suddenly she had been landed with a huge-ass company and no clue what to do with it. A company and an army... And a feth tonne of materials. Just what need did she have for so much cortosis and phrik?! Maybe she would find something to use it on.

Then again, perhaps not.

The army had amused her, until she found out it was real. And that she now had some giant man in control of training them. Kyra did not even want to know the process they underwent. Truth be told she'd rather just sell them out as mercenaries, which she was very tempted to do. Ships, droids, weapons, men and money. Oh, and a lovely little bunker to top it all off. Yet she was still a little urchin of the street, nothing could change Kyra not even all of this. Her attire remained as grubby as always, her ship the same run-down heap of junk.. Or at least as far as appearances were concerned.

But she knew better than to let the business run itself into the ground.

Thus she had come to Bastion, one of the many planets within Rahvin Industries' sphere of influence. Primarily it was to check out the storefront and warehouses, but also she had hoped to find an engineer or two to assist her. Roaming around she had heard a name infrequently pop up and had decided to check it out. Thus she stumbled across a humble shop, reaching it shortly after dawn. "Eamon Tragon?" she inquired, looking to the man behind the counter... This would be an interesting conversation.

[member="Eamon Tragon"]

 

[Quintus Varro]

Eyeing up the woman Eamon nodded for a moment, Eamon simply nodded, "Looking for work, I take it? I'm not really hiring we don't get enough business through the doors to keep an extra hand on. You can however head down to the starport, they are always hiring a good mechanic, work is steady at least there. I can offer you a cup of coffee, and I'll listen to your resumee if you want, maybe give you a call if I get an odd job in."

Pushing a small green button under the desk the door for the counter unlocked for the woman before he walked towards the shop itself. Picking up a cup of coffee from the droid he took a sip, just the way he liked it sugar and milk with coffee for coloring. Hearing her approach he pulled out the pot pouring a second cup and putting it next to the sugar he nodded towards it. "Feel free to make it as you like, so tell me what kind of work were you hoping to find here?"

[member="Kyra Sol"]

 

[Lief]

For a moment she thought he was joking, and an awkward little laugh escaped her lips...

... But then he opened the counter and offered her some Coffee and she realised he meant it. "I don't do coffee" she muttered, blinking around the shop. Awkward.

"I'm actually here to offer you work... Heh'," she never thought she'd have to say that. Like him she was a self made girl, working out of her own home. It just happened that her home was a rusting bucket of a ship. "Nice place you got here, probably underfunded though. I can change that, all I ask in return is some of your engineering know-how" She waited to see if he even believed her.

She doubted he did.

[member="Eamon Tragon"]

 

[Quintus Varro]

Taking a second look up and down he smiled and sipped his coffee before setting the pot back down. With a laugh the man simply shook his head, "My apologies, how could I have missed that, of course you are here to offer me a job. So tell me, how are you going to fund me? I know you're Father's really the King of Bastion and you my dear are looking for people to make this a better place."

Biting his tongue he stopped as he gave a small sigh, no point on biting the girl's head off, but he wasn't a merc. "Look if you're looking for something that goes boom there are plenty of underground markets for it right now. I'd suggest a twi'lek named Schell, she's insane, but she loves bombs. I don't do mercenary work, I'm sure you're a legit group and not a pirate, but if you haven't been shot, let me tell you it isn't fun. Sorry i couldn't help you, and everyone does coffee hun, just a question of how much sugar they put in it." The bonus was he'd still make a few credits out of this from Schell, she always appreciated a good reference, and well she might appreciate the girl too, but that wasn't much of his business.
[member="Kyra Sol"]

 

[Lief]

She took the verbal violence without a word, bristling slightly with her cheeks flushed bright crimson to his response. "Maybe I have the wrong place, the Eamon I was referred to was said to have far more sense than you're showing." Shaking her head the young woman merely sighed. "And coffee is disgusting." Turning on her heels she made to leave the establishment, but not before throwing a holocard on the counter. "If you change your mind about the job, hit me up."

The card which lay there simply read "Rahvin Industries" - a VERY big name upon Bastion. It also had her face upon the back, as much as she loathed it and a mark of authenticity. But if he was going to be rude about it then she wasn't going to bother. You can't just give up at the first hurdle, Kai she warned herself. Why the Feth had she, of all people, been handed such a huge company?

[member="Eamon Tragon"]

 

[Quintus Varro]

Picking up the card he simply laughed, burst out laughing would be the better term as a tear fell from his eye. "Oh this is good, this is very good! Who put you up to this? Old Fezz? He always did enjoy getting one over, this will be good when I go down to the bar later, I'll let 'em know you played your role well. Listen here, hun, now I know you're lying. The lady who owns that company used to run this whole damn sector before the war, so you picked the wrong one to fake. Bit of an Ice Queen if rumor is true, saw her once, she had the whole damn archives emptied into her personal ship then took off with it. Smart lady, she musta seen the end coming, or maybe she just was the first to quit, who knows?"

Tossing it back down on the counter he smiled at her, "Look, it was a good play, but companies don't come like this, much less for a nobody like me. If they do it's with lawyers and eight thousand pages of contracts. Now if you'll excuse me I got about four hours of sleep due to a screaming baby, and I'd like to have my coffee in peace. Also next time you play this joke, remember to tell 'em what you actually want. Big companies they got an agenda and they don't play about it, they want something, and it is usually something particular. Good job though, hope you make it to the holovids someday, you got the looks, and the talent. Just do more research next time, coulda had me looking like the fool if you had. Oh, and next time lead with the card, people need time to get their wits in order and thats a good first hit." Hitting the button to unlock the door so she could leave he gave her a nod and sipped at his coffee as he moved back to the machine, at least he had another cup ready to go.

[member="Kyra Sol"]

 

[Lief]

"Listen," she said, wheeling around to glare at him. "I'm new to this, okay? It's not every day you get handed the likes of Rahvin Industries out of the blue, so just listen to me. Why would I even joke about this sort of thing: does it look like it's humouring me?" She looked stressed and as if she hadn't slept in days if truth be told. "Now, I am seeking an engineer to produce the plans for some droids and other commercial use products for a very expensive and time consuming contract and I need someone with your expertise to assist. You will be paid handsomely for your work, and it will not take so much time that you're unable to upkeep this place too. All I need are plans constructing."

She exhaled, slowly unwinding from the release. "You'll also receive royalty from every product you helped design that makes it onto the market or into use within Rahvin Industries itself. So take a think, will you? Kriff, what's it take to be taken seriously around here? You expect me to walk around all done up like those folk on Coruscant and the like? Well that's not who I am, so deal with it. You have my card." With that she headed out of the open door, and into the busy street. She was fuming.

[member="Eamon Tragon"]

 

[Quintus Varro]

Watching the door close behind her Eamon just blinked for a moment as he looked around, she was daft had to be. No one just 'got handed' a company like Rahvin Industries, hell no one gave companies like that away. Yet as he listened to the wild beepings of his droid his jaw dropped, he'd done the holonet check, and she wasn't lying. No one dropped a company like that in the hands of someone so unprepared, hell there were most likely a half dozen people inside the company that would be already setting her up to lose everything.

Scratching his brow with a callused hand he simply grunted before taking a seat behind the counter, things like this just didn't happen, ever. Whatever she wanted him to design there were doubtlessly a few thousand more qualified candidates for. As much as he valued his own knowledge he'd never been in the big leagues, he was far too untested, so why was she hunting down someone like him? She obviously wasn't used to the big leagues herself, but maybe that was just it, she didn't want someone who was already a big shot telling her she was a screw up for not acting the part of super richie rich.

Picking up her card again he shook his head with a laugh, mostly at himself at that point. Giving her a few moments to vent would probably serve him well at this point in time, so he sent her a simply message to the address on the card and went about his day. What's the contract?

[member="Kyra Sol"]

 

[Lief]

[Can you edit out mention of RI being run by a Sith? No one knew/knows this ]

Kyra wasn't entirely certain where it was she was going, but she figured that she needed time to let this whole thing cool down. I really need to work on my people skills. With the Senate and the Mandalorians she was going off the wishes of the woman who had given her Rahvin Industries, but bringing in an engineer had been her own prerogative. That made it all the harder to act professional. I mean, Kyra had never had to do that before now!

Making her way through the streets she decided it might be wise to head off to Sartinaynian City, the corporate centre of Rahvin Industries upon Bastion. The journey wasn't too far and it would give Eamon the time he needed to wrap his head around things and do his research. Still it made her blood boil to think of how he had just laughed in her face like that, it almost made her want to retract the offer. But she supposed it had been as much her own fault as his.

When her commlink buzzed and a message was transmitted she seemed moderately surprised. He had responded sooner than expected. Company droids, patrol droids, astromech droids and civilian-friendly workplace droids, to name a few. You will be well paid for your services. Was what she transmitted back: Rahvin Industries liked to hold a monopoly on products used within its ships and other such products. They would need to create the medical droids they required, security droids... And she doubted that droids were the only thing Eamon was capable of developing.

[member="Eamon Tragon"]

 

[Quintus Varro]

Irony never tasted so sweet, and yet quite so embarrassing, he'd literally just been offered the job of his dreams and laughed the woman out of his workshop, humble pie never tasted so good. The facilities a company like RI could offer made anything he had here a joke, feth it would be better then the toys he had in the Imperial military, or at least more specialized. In his mind he went through a half a dozen quick upgrades with a rather boyish grin, it was worth it for the toys alone. Sitting down he laughed, there was still the matter of the details, but somehow he doubted they'd phase him that much.

I'll need specifics, we'll need to go over how we're contracting this out. Give me a time and place, I'll be there. Sending it he realized it wasn't much of an apology, but he'd do that face to face, this way was to easy an out.

[member="Kyra Sol"]

 

[Lief]

She took a while to reply this time, not least because Kyra had just bumped into @[member='Krius Syonis'] in the City on her way back to Rahvin Industries HQ. You can have specifics she responded at the first chance she had, admittedly having left [member="Eamon Tragon"] hanging for quite some time before answering him back. Head over to Rahvin Industries' Headquarters in Sartinaynian City here on Bastion when you're ready to discuss terms.

It was no use trying to go over the details over a comm-discussion such as this.

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When Kyra arrived at Rahvin Industries and had finished up with Krius she took the time to settle down and wait. On the table before her was a list of a few required droids which she needed Eamon's expertise in drawing up the plans for. Policing droids, repair droids, many of those which featured were not necessarily brand new models... So much as rehashed versions of older models. After all, that was how Kyra Sol worked, recycling the old into the new.

 

[Quintus Varro]

Walking into the RI headquarters on Bastion Eamon hadn't bothered with any thrills, if the woman wanted to met him on that level, so be it. Instead he came with lab and workshop ideas floating in his head, and not a small amount of curiosity. Waiting though various secretaries as Eamon made his way up the building's floors towards Kyra's office he just chuckled, quite a move he'd pulled on this one, eh? When finally he did reach the last floor he was stuck yet again waiting, evidently he'd come a bit earlier then he should have.

Leaning back into a chair while the time passed Eamon eyed up the room, and his knowledge of RI. They were a brand driven by luxury and fashion from the start, but that wasn't a reason to hunt down him, evidently they were going to be expanding into something a little different. He had a pair of degrees in droid design, and even one in history specifying in the Clone Wars, something he highly doubted was required for this job. His musing was broken then as the secretary opened the door for him, seems it was time to eat some humble pie.

Walking in though he decided to go a different route, she wasn't the normal type, or a fawner so he'd treat her like a person, just an everyday person. Walking over he shook her hand before promptly sticking his tongue out. "You were right, I was wrong, whatever, coffee is still good."

[member="Kyra Sol"]

 

[Lief]

She leaned back in the chair when he entered and perked a brow, feet set up on the table but away from the plans. For once in her life she actually shook his hand too, but most likely it was due to being surprised by his actions. Not that it mattered. "Yeah, yeah, yeah" she merely muttered, waving him into a seat. "Coffee is gross, but you're welcome to some if you wish." There was a caff machine in the corner, not that it was ever used by anyone other than guests she had.

"Lets cut to the chase, shall we?" pushing forward the plans she set them before him. "These are the initial models we're looking for, with tweeks and edits made by yourself. As you can see they're older models, old republic style." She shrugged her shoulders, watching his expression calmly. "After these projects are completed, however, I'd like to keep you on for future projects and your input with regards to such would be appreciated." She definitely needed the policing droids done as soon as possible, before they began the hyperspace routes.

[member="Eamon Tragon"]