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Best Business Practices [Helwan|Jorus]

Helwan

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Aboard J-type diplomatic barge Excellence
Docked to the Imperial IV Star Destroyer Black Omega
One Jump Outside Silken Asteroids

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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=97YWAKIa4JY


The inside of the Naboo Diplomatic Barge was of an excellent make. Imperial Special Agent Helwan paced about its command decks inside the main piloting capsule. The ship was an antique replica that she had acquired during her operations in the illegal shipyard dealings in Hutt Space. She ran her fingers against the table that set in front of the command chair. The barge itself was docked into the under belly dock bay of the Imperial IV Star Destroyer Black Omega, Helwan's personal attache naval vessel.

Helwan was waiting, waiting for the finalisation of the last preparations for the first stage of her operation to develop a vast human intelligence (HUMINT) network to wrap around target regimes in the Outer Rim. The loose coalition based in and around Demonsgate proved an inciting area to develop a target adjacent network for espionage and intelligence gathering purposes. However, the thought of having to deal with lawless and free bird spacers made Helwan frown. The whole negotiation could sink into tedium and solve nothing. Or worse.

The imperial Chiss finally stopped her pacing and rested in the command chair. Her red imperial agent uniform was reflected in a crimson shade on the chrome plating of the chair. She tapped her black gloved index finger on the blue pale edge of her chin, ruminating on a thousand scenarios and stratagems. Her pensive trance was broken when an Imperial Staff Officer entered with a TC-SC Infiltration Droid by his side.

Helwan stood up abruptly and marched to the officer.

"Is it ready?" she growled.

The officer nodded, he gestured to the droid. "Fully prepped with pre-programmed personality and fabricated memory operating systems. It will competently assume the role you have designed."

Helwan's dark blue lips thinned into a grin.

"Droid." Helwan commanded. The TC-SC droid straightened to attention. "Initiate exe. prompt Alice Miller."

The droid replied, "Voice recognition accepted. Executing Alice Miller Program." The droid convulsed emitting a bright light that somehow looked as if it retained a heavy weight. The droid's appearance was consumed by a sheet of CQ-3.80 multispectrum disguise suite camouflage that transformed it into a beautiful corporate employee with blonde hair and a tall frame - code named Alice Miller.

With her transformation complete, Alice looked up to Helwan. Helwan's grin grew into a larger smile and she nodded.

"Alice?" Helwan asked.

"Yes Ms. Throne?" Alice replied with a vibrancy calling Helwan by her dummy company alias.

"Do you know why you are here?" Helwan continued.

"Of course! We have a big deal coming up with the spacers of Demonsgate right?" Alice said. "I think...yes, it' today at the Silken Asteroid Trade Depot Comet's Edge. Right?"

"Yes it is. Now be sure to use your best business practices on our potential business partner. We don't want to loose a big fish like Mr. Merrill?"

"No madam president." Alice laughed.

Helwan, feeling the personality program was working perfectly then waved for the staff officer to follow as the began to depart. Now she had to put her faith in the Imperial Security Bureau's programmers. Alice had to succeed in luring this [member="Jorus Merrill"] into the Excellence so that Helwan could make her entrance and initiate the next phase of negotiations. It would be risky but, such vivid characters may appreciate the eventual honesty. As Helwan left the Excellence, a cohort of "corporate" attendants and spy droids disguised as chrome plated protocol droids followed.

"Begin operation." Helwan declared as she made it to the dock lookout within the Black Omega. The Excellence was released and it ventured off to contact Jorus and initiate a communication to confirm Alice's arrival at Comet's Edge.

Helwan watched the chrome and silver ship jump into hyperspace with narrowed gleaming red eyes.
 
[member="Helwan"]

"Sure, man, glad to help. Anything else I can pick you up?" Jorus looked up from the market stall’s display, caught the vendor's eye, and transacted a trade with a couple of gestures. Meanwhile, Beyyr growled through the comlink pressed against Jorus’ ear. The vendor bagged the merchandise in sturdy burlap and bound it with twine. Jorus tucked it under his arm and moved on.

“Yeah, not too busy. Gonna meet a trader, maybe fix up her old Naboo yacht. Might have to call you up for that Claatuvac trick that always worked good on those. Yeah, soon as I can. You be careful out there, brother.”

The Wookiee general yowled his parting best wishes. Jorus pocketed the comlink and slid through the market toward the rendezvous. Stained coveralls, tool belt, seven days’ stubble: he wasn't about to make the best of impressions, especially on the short-skirt-long-jacket types that favored these yachts. So be it.
 

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