Become the Crisis
@[member="Judas"]
The sweet sounds of business were absolutely wonderful. Business equaled profit, and profit equaled advances in technology. It was the way the galaxy turned round, and today, Circe was here to help complete a new transaction. Some Warspites and Wasps, along with some Tryton-class cargo haulers(and their containers, of course) were being sold to the Order of the Black hand, an enigmatic new group who seemed interested in acquiring for themselves defensive craft. On board a space station orbiting Vjun, the ships that had been built for this group were on their way, soon to enter the service of their new owner.
And it would be a long, enjoyable service indeed for these ships. At least, Circe hoped it would be. She didn't want this to be a repeat of her incident with the Hutt rebellion.
The sweet sounds of business were absolutely wonderful. Business equaled profit, and profit equaled advances in technology. It was the way the galaxy turned round, and today, Circe was here to help complete a new transaction. Some Warspites and Wasps, along with some Tryton-class cargo haulers(and their containers, of course) were being sold to the Order of the Black hand, an enigmatic new group who seemed interested in acquiring for themselves defensive craft. On board a space station orbiting Vjun, the ships that had been built for this group were on their way, soon to enter the service of their new owner.
And it would be a long, enjoyable service indeed for these ships. At least, Circe hoped it would be. She didn't want this to be a repeat of her incident with the Hutt rebellion.