Big Business, Big Trouble

[Flannigan Mcnash]

OOC: This thread is a business thread for Cartel Contracts, both mercantile and mercenary, so a mix of merchant and generals, both sold stuff one goods for survival for ending it the other for ending it or maybe giving it, it's open to all but wear a suite the bouncers at the door might be a bit picky.

Big Business, Big Trouble

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The Fortress Kh'aris, grew out of the mechanical lawn of sand motes and fallen masonry, It's nascent stone walls were a pale grey and were choked with the remains of moss and ivy, long since dried up and dead from lack of water. It's large brass door was double wide and was sheltered under a wide porch supported by stone pillars. The driveway was large, sweeping into a wide circle in front of the dwelling an ornate fountain clogged with sand in the centre.


The stairs ahead were twisted in a perfect spiral, like a long snake twisted into an inorganic angle. Each stair was likely a deep brass red, but with the thick layer of undisturbed dust it was hard to tell. The inner edge was painted antique cream, and when disturbed the dust layer the paint was flaking underneath; dirt and flaking and finally dents. It was as if it was battered by thousand tiny hammers and abandoned the next, this was the room leading to the upper ballroom, the meeting room that now housed the social elite.

"Welcome," a voice boomed over the budding room opening up like a flower of finery of whites, blues and finally blacks. Each one with a different style a new draping to catch the eye, the people the decorations all one in the same trying to catch the beholders eye, beauty is in the eye of the beholder and he is one eyed, eight eyed and with five arms, yet with none, he was damned hard to please. "come drink friends, let us be merry before we go to business."

All of it was a ploy of a course an elementary hosting tactic to frazzle the mind with odd performances and everything in excess, it was a plan to get your clientèle poodoo faced before getting them to sign the paper.

The Host

He stood gathered around a group of sycophant looking strange and looming in his bedazzled coat, a monstrous machine making small talk and telling jokes and people laughing in habit, forced laughter no one was pretending that well not even him, "So that's when I tell him, no that's your wife." the laughter started if you followed their eyes they looked from one another almost pleading each hungry for a suck on the teat of the Cartel. "If you'll excuse me." the cyborg said moving off to light a large cigar by one of the balconies.

 

[Galicus Sagious]

First order of businesses this day: Arrive to Kintan with a bit of subtlety and finesse and try to keep a good image the entirety of the way. Galicus was on his first real business meeting with the trusts of warforged inc. on his shoulders. As usual he wore his patriarchal robes and wide assortments of garnets and jewelry to accentuate his standing, to his flanks elite soldiers of Atrisian birth were assigned to him by the Administratum Militarie as well as two Jar'Kai warriors from the bulwark. Mythos did not take any chances with his protection nor did he like the idea of sending Galicus to hutt space alone yet... the rewards outweighed the risks.

"Master Sagious, estimated time to arrival is ten minutes, we are requesting permission to enter from orbit and location for docks." The captain of the frigate reported, an Atrisian female of no little beauty, yet her left eye spoke of how she already had seen war... first hand.

"Excellent, i will begin preparations but there is no hurry."

The hologram came alight with the armored visage of Lord Mythos standing in front of his golden throne with his arms crossed and a worried expression on his face. Before the sith lord could even speak Galicus shook his head and waved him off. "Worry not my boy, i can handle myself, it's not the first time i have ventured into hutt space and it will most certainly not be the last, i am certain nothing bad will happen"

Mythos however was a bit on edge. He shook head and sighed internally before looking straight at the holoprojector in front of his throne impatiently. "For their sake they better hope not. I will be in contact uncle Galicus" With that, Mythos' image in the holoprojector shutdown. Galicus chuckled under his breath and let himself to his own thoughts. 'always worrying too much Animus, you never do change.'

Interrupted from his train of thought by his guard behind him and the entry to the planet he shifted his eyes to the windows of the frigate as it glided through space. The sight of planet entry was always a beauty for the Muun, no matter the planet.
"E.t.a. five minutes for dock, it would seem you are expected master Galicus"

The statement shot a smile through the old muuns' face, it was either very comforting or very disturbing that he was expected, either way it was more exiting than the months he had spent filing out tax returns and fraudulent budget cuts in Muunilinst.

"Excellent, i am sure my guard is in position" Rifles clanked at his declaration as if in response.

He nodded and joined them in their formation as the frigate made dock. The massive ship lowered down into the docks outside the main hangar slowly and carefully shooting down it's repulsor systems and preparing it's docking legs, when the hatch door opened what marched out was quite the sight to behold in hutt space. Galicus in the middle of the formation surrounded by the elite Atrisian division of former inquisitors dating back the Atrisian Empire and two of the Jar'Kai Bulwark force users shoulder to shoulder.

Met with greetings in the ground Galicus bowed his head cordially to the Bothan who returned the salute. "Right this way master Sagious, you are expected inside, apologies for the tardy response"

"Nonsense you were right on time... please, lead the way"
[member="Flannigan Mcnash"]

 

[Doyle]

Stokes was there already, as were a few members of her crew. Each were dressed smartly, though none of them looked very comfortable in what they were wearing. But it was a small price to pay to get a good paycheque.

She kept an eye on them, making sure that none of them drank too much, though all were aware that she was the one to make the deals, not them. They worked for her and not the other way around.

[member="Flannigan Mcnash"] had gone off to smoke, like normal and already guests were arriving. Showtime. Stokes watched as [member="Galicus Sagious "]was led inside. She plastered on a winning smile as she approached him. "Stagious, is it? Stokely McFadden. Can I offer you a drink?"

 

[Savan]

The Baron would cross the threshold of the Fortress with a slight narrowing of his yellow eyes. The Nikto was tall, almost close to two meters in height with olive scaled skin and black beady eyes. His head and face were covered in a crown of spikes and horns, and had a seemingly blank expression in his face.

He was here to meet with representatives of the Hutt Cartell. [member="Flannigan Mcnash"] would be one of them. The Baron currently oversaw the majority of Mara Tibx & Fuels production and manufacturing facilities within Hutt, Black Sun, and neutral space in the neighboring sectors. They had previously worked with the two incarnations of the Hutt Cartel in the past, and with as much work and reach, it would make sense to continue that mutual beneficial working relationship.

For now, the muscular Nikto would let his attention wander, taking note of the rest of the guests around him.

 

[Galicus Sagious]

The walk from the frigate to the site of the festivities was mildly long for the old muun, however the talkative bothan greeter made his stroll above the duracrete and stone ridden platform much more pleasant. As they arrived at the outside of the establishment Galicus was met with the security detail for the meeting, tight and well armored they were no surprise to Galicus, he expected as much. The security shifted uncomfortably at the sight of his slightly over compensatory escort size and the weapons they brandished with no fear even in territory such as this. Galicus waved his escort to his ears and nodded calmly. "Have the men wait here or at the ship at their discretion, I will be going with only these two" He said gesturing to the bulwark guards to his sides, masked individuals with lightsabers at each side of their hips.

The captain of the escort troopers saluted and turned heel with no word, with a flash of hand signals the escort contingency took position outside in formation while the meeting went on. "We will be in contact should the need arise of your services commander" Galicus stated before he took his leave inside and nodded to the two burly gentlemen by the door. He noticed their hesitancy to ask for a weapons check, as he realized the side of the door was already saturated with a wide assortment of blasters and other weaponry, no doubt the property of other esteemed guests in the locale.

When Galicus entered his expectations shifted greatly, the locale was marvelously decorated and filled with drinks and food as far as the eye could reach. The old muun made his entrance brought in by the gentlemen of security and his personal guard who suddenly shifted focus and closed in a parameter around the muun. A young gal approached him, a pristine smile upon her face that disarmed the focus of the security detail, not of the bulwark however, they placed themselves in front of the muun shooting the dark eyeless gaze from their masks and hands inches from their lightsabers. Galicus frowned upon their movements, their detail to security simply was not going to help in business dealings in his mind, yet it was Animus' decision, he was powerless to do anything about the security.

He smiled back from behind his guards and shook his head slightly as he took a half step forward standing slightly behind the shoulders of the two masked warriors. "Thank you my dear, but i do not drink since the days of Moradin and my years in studies." His old withered eyes scanned about the area as he took in the sight of the festivities and paused for a long while. Age slowing him but it was not because of tiredness but because of a greater appreciation of life, in youth he rushed as all youth do yet in old age Galicus took it all in with patience and calm. "Would you mind showing an old gentlebeing to the man of the hour? " His low and pleasant tone was perfected with rehearsal and time, a professional tone at all times plagued Galicus, he could not turn it off that simply.

[member="Stokely McFadden"] [member="Flannigan Mcnash"]

 

[Thraxis]

Thraxis had heard whispers, mayhaps a rumor or two that had spread around the Cartel. Ones of business going down, people empowering themselves in the Cartel folds, maybe to get some credits to start a business? Or maybe to find some bounty hunters. No matter what in question people came to partake in, they were high rollers with either a lot or a little to spend, dressed in snappy clothing made of the finest of silks or simply fancy dress. Thraxis was not one of these people. He came to this social gathering for the same reason he goes to Catina's. To get booze, though in the Cartel, it poured quickly and free for himself.

Thraxis moved past the bouncers, they rarely ever stood in front of him, not since the last bouncer ended up in the Pitt. It was as if he had earned a name for himself among the bouncers to be feared, and rightfully so. He was not dressed in anything fancy, in fact he came in his normal attire, a Trenchcoat and whatever else he could find to wear.

He swayed towards the front door, simply moving through the begrudged people who had to wait in line, though quickly silenced them with a stare of malice as the Bouncer quickly moved out of the way. As he entered his eyes jumped from person to person, I really preferred Sempra's social gatherings. His were always more relaxed. He thought to himself letting out a sigh as he moved over to the Bar, his eyes looking plain and empty towards the Barkeeper, "You know what I want, pretty much anything and everything." he sighed as he looked around the Fortress, Disgusting. All these leaches. All these bugs. Someone should set 'em on fire. he thought as he looked unimpressed with those same blank eyes before turning around to grab one of the cups of Booze that was provided to him.

 

[Flannigan Mcnash]

That's When I Told My Wife

"You called," he sauntered up to [member="Galicus Sagious"], the only way a large mass of metal could by direct and sharp movements, echoing booming and the occasional scratching sound as pronged feet ran the length of the floor, leaving both marks and deformities. "mister Sagious, so good to finally meet you." he was all sharp angles and inclines, a vastness of metal and cloth that spider ed its way up his form in reds, golds and brighter reds still in the forms of gems, he swore a large bedazzled sword at his side and he walked with his hands resting on its, a pirates swagger if one knew what to look for.

"I must say I do admire your wear, and you must tell me who had that done for you," the small talk as ever, it started there 'how's the weather', and than that usually turned into 'can I lend some money'. "but I doubt they make them in my size." he laughed a little too forcefully, adjusting his belt as his chest rose and fell with a deep politicians laughter, it was fooling no one.

"Baron" he said calling out across the room, to gain the attention of [member="Baron Deathmark"]. "Deathmark, he oversees Mara Tibx as I was told. Come now Baron and Mister Sagious, I believe the three of us have much to talk about, tell me about yourselves."

 

[Doyle]

Stokes was hardly a youngling. She herself was middle aged. And the fact that he was talking to her as if she was much younger than her years made her blood boil a little. At least his guards had promise.

But just as she was about to show [member="Galicus Sagious "]the way to [member="Flannigan Mcnash"], the flesh-turned-to-droid-pirate-king had appeared. A polite smile was given to them before she quietly took her leave and headed over to the bar near [member="Thraxis"] .

Stokes was at the bottom of the ladder here and she knew that, was okay with it. Only on her ship did she have any authority and that was the most important. The promise of credits brought her here and kept her here. As soon as that dries up there were plenty of other places in the Galaxy to go to.

 

[Thraxis]

Thraxis leaned back, his black eyes staring deep into the crowd, some moved out of his gaze, others stared back, mainly the younger men trying to prove themselves, though a quick snap of his knuckles and they scurried away like rats to their hiding hole. His ears heard a sound, a whisper behind him, it was the sound of grog seeping out of its cage, the light tap as it bounced off the glass was encapsulating to the eardrum.

His eyes bounced through the people to see a new face walking towards him, the first person to move to the Bar since he arrived, most of the others were content with the waiters bringing them the grog and nibblets instead of moving a couple feet to get it themselves. His eyes were dim as he looked to the women approaching him, "Well, you're the first to come over here since I got here. So let me pop the question." he asked his left arm moving back to grab the served drink and washing it down his throat quickly to continue his question, "You here to suck Flannigan's metaphorical metal rod." he said bluntly, his eyes filled with dread and malice and his hand twitched as he put back down the cup of swill.
[member="Stokely McFadden"]

 

[Galicus Sagious]

Galicus was suddenly graciously surprised by the host of the evening, his businesslike smile and plastered demeanor was quickly replaced with one of genuine enjoyment as he, Galicus Sagious was met with the legendary Flannigan Mcnash. "Mr. Mcnash!" He said bowing a cordial salute to the armored visage of one who looked as much a menace in battle as man with a business plan. Galicus liked this, this was a quality he thought Animus himself could do well with... yet the nephew he raised was more interested in smashing heads and courting Chiss Aristocrats than being in courtrooms and business meetings.

He approached the host of the occasion and shook his metal arms as he quickly took in step beside him, Jar'Kai warriors flanking the pair quickly behind. "It is truly an honor to be a guest at this esteemed gathering, my nephew speaks most eloquently of your allies, he goes even as far to say that one of your commanding officers saved his life and the lives of his men."

Galicus spoke of Cadan Tazi, and the time the Jackal had come to the rescue of Mythos from an impending death in Naboo, Galicus however did not know those specifics. When the cyborg mentioned his dressing style Galicus genuinely chuckled, partly because he had heard that very same line almost a dozen times in his youth when dealing with low tier banking companies in Muunilinst.

"My tailors are impeccable, say the word and i shall see it done Master Mcnash."
Small talk was not outside his capabilities to indulge, unlike his nephew Galicus was more than happy to enjoy the non alcoholic beverages and good company without needing to rush directly into business talk. His eyes moved on to the Baron as Flannigan mentioned him, a smile and a bow met him cordially. "a pleasure Baron! Lead the way Mr. Mcnash"

[member="Flannigan Mcnash"] [member="Baron Deathmark"]

 

[Savan]

[member="Galicus Sagious "][member="Flannigan Mcnash"]

The voice would boom across the din, gaining the attention of the Nikto. His broad shoulders would roll, and it was as if a mountain would move over towards McNash.

His black beady eyes and his stoic stare would bear down upon the man, panning to take note of his companion.

“McNash.” the deep baritone of his voice cut the assembly. He was a man of few words, but did his job well. He was here to expand Mara Tibx and promote their services. They were the largest fuel provider and distributer in the ‘Verse, working alongside Silk Holdings down the Mara Corridor and beyond.

There wasn’t an Arceneau Fuel station that the majority of the sapients in the galaxy didn’t stop at. And it was only continuing to grow.

"Greetings."

 

[RC 212]

[member="Flannigan Mcnash"]

Well this place was crawling with the usual scum. Jack was already inside, around a table near Flannigan and listening intently. He was beginning to get the notion that he had wasted his time coming here. He owed Zorlac the Hutt for a little snafu on the run before last and when you in debt twenty thousand or more, you did as yur employer asked. And without question.

He was here to make an offer on behalf of Zorlac, and there was one problem though. The damn contact was a droid. He felt a slight lurch in his stomach and a queasy feeling washed over him. He was sweating profusely and gripped his antique baster over his shoulder with a white knuckle grip. He hated droids, they scared the kark out of him. Especially strange breathing ones like Flannigan.

Dak was there two, the small Dantooine kid he called his first mate.

"This place looks great skip! Should I get some drinks!" The kid asked in an excited tone.

"No you di'kut. Keep your hand on that DL-44 and stay close. Could turn sour real fast kid."

Jack had had enough. He didn't drink during business ventures which made this meeting all the worse for him. He wanted to cut the bull and get right down to it.

"Oy Flannigan. We gonna' talk business, or just chit chat 'bout nothin'. I got things to do and places to go."

It was a rather bold move. The Smuggler normally didn't stand up to droids the same way he did as humans. But Jacks abrasive personality was coming to the fore, temper matching that of his black spacers jacket.

"Got an offer from Zorlac, y'know, the independent Hutt out on Srilur."

 

[Doyle]

"Double shot of whiskey." Stokes ordered her drink quietly while [member="Thraxis"] spoke. Oh yes, she knew all about him. His little question was to be expected in this line of work where it was primarily male dominated. She gave him a fake smile, stopping herself from outright punching him in his drunken face. "By all means, after you. You probably suck better than I do. Or at least your efforts at small talk sucks. How long did it take for you to come up with that line, anyways?"

She took her drink and intently stared at him. If he wanted a battle of words, well she wasn't going to back down. And if he wanted to bring it to blows, well she was ready for that to.

 

[Sempra the Hutt]

As Sempra the hutt moved into the great ballroom his usual entourage spread out to find whatever food and bewerage they sought their scrupulous master desired. He nodded to those he recognized and found himself a free place at a table not shy about taking up much space for himself.

And while an almost hairless ewok frantically kept grooming his tail Sempra brought a bundle of exotic grapes to his maw and swalloed them whole. To his right a pale human slave, looking very tired and gloomy held up a datapad for his master, collecting the important facts about what they knew about the people in the room.

He glanced at the pad and "hmmd" a moment before returning his attention to the cup of wine that was being poured to him.

 

[Cadan Tazi]

A few moments after the Hutt had slid in, a Duros walked into the room. He wore an almost clean, white, shirt except for a small amount of red dots near his inner elbow. His shirt looked like it had never seen an iron in it's lifetime and was just shaken to remove some creases. A hastly done up bow tie hung around the Duros' neck, clinging to whatever it could as it didn't slide off. His pants were in even worse condition, the bottom of the legs had been scraped across the ground one to many times, leaving them stained and ripped. As always the Duros had a long brown trench coat on. It was stained with both green and red blood, the blood of the Duros and his enemies. The fabric was burnt, held numerous bullet holes and the right sleeve seemed to have been ripped off.

Cadan looked about, giving a nod to Sempra, Flannigan and any other friend he saw in there.

Cadan scratched his face with his robotic arm. Then he saw Thraxis with a female. Perhaps he had drugged her. Afterall no-one wanted to speak with Thraxis. But then he saw why, Thraxis was serving drinks. Cadan approached his higher up and simply stood behind the women waiting to be noticed.

[member="Sempra the Hutt"] [member="Stokely McFadden"] [member="Flannigan Mcnash"]

 

[Thraxis]

Thraxis eyebrow raised, it was a strange response none the less. It was as if she had taken to what he had said to be flirting, yet at the same time an insult, a flisult if you would. "It took me about as much time as it took you to get dressed. No time at all." he said with a sly grin, another cup of booze being poured behind him and once more, it was poured down his throat, slight slithers of the booze escaped his mouth and dripped down his chin landing on the floor like quiet rain.

As soon as he finished he dropped the glass onto the table with a mighty thud. He turned back briefly towards the barkeep, a flick of his wrist and the barkeep was once again pouring another cup. As soon as the sound of booze bashing against glass was heard he looked back to the madam, "You keep staring at me. Now, in my line of work, a staring match means one of three things, its a staring contest. It is someone trying to intimidate me. Or the latter which is a fist fight." he continued with a small smile curling as he looked around, he knew if a brawl started here he would have to go through another of Flannigan's lectures.
[member="Stokely McFadden"]

 

[Ryker Wylde]

[member="Flannigan Mcnash"] [member="Galicus Sagious "][member="Stokely McFadden"] [member="Baron Deathmark"] [member="Thraxis"] [member="Jack Raxis"] [member="Sempra the Hutt"] [member="Cadan Tazi"]


What a shyte hole this is he thought to himself as he entered the rundown old fortress, But honestly, What had he expected from the slime and scum that inhabited the cartel. With his force aura suppressed none would know that he was a Jedi or that underneath the black tarentatek leather duster were hidden twin lightsabers. All they would send was just another blaster jockey wearing a mask made out of Malraas bone with enough blasters holstered on his hips and across his chest to singlehandedly wage war on a small settlement.

The beskar plated leather boots, Tucked neatly under his krayt leather trousers, Made little sound at all as they carried him into the main meeting area and over to a shadowy corner where he leaned nonchalantly against the cold stone wall. Black eyes peered around the room from beneath the mask, Spotting and memorizing everyone and everything around him as he stood silently.

 

[Doyle]

Stokes smirked at [member="Thraxis"] ' comment about her taking little time to dress. "Oh, you're a real witty one, aren't you? Was that supposed to be some kind of a dig? Well you aren't looking so hot yourself."

She took a gulp of her drink and couldn't help but chuckle a little as drops of alcohol dribbled from his chin onto the floor. Stokes was half surprised that Thraxis didn't get down on his knees and lick the booze off the floor.

"Out of the three, I'd say it's the latter. Some comments deserve a punch in the face in response, don't you think?" A glance to [member="Cadan Tazi"] as he approached them made her plaster on that fake smile again. "But while we're here, we should be on our best behaviour. It'd be far less emberassing for you. Trust me."

 

[Ashalah Ky]

Ash had arrived to this party, if she could even call it that. There was music and drinks, showing glamorous fortune everywhere. Ash had gotten used to that, being in the Cartel for so long. Part of her wondered why she even returned. A part of her questioned why she ever left. Pushing away from the wall she had been leaning against, she made her way towards a familiar face in the crowd. There was [member="Thraxis"], drinking and insulting someone. Some people never change. "Drinking again, Thraxy?" She threw a coy question at him, wrapping her arm around his shoulders casually, resting her chin on his shoulder. "We might need an intervention for you." She leaned closer, her grey lips tauntingly close to his ear.

Her attention shifted to [member="Stokely McFadden"]. "Is Lil' Thraxy here giving you a hard time. Don't worry," she waved her free hand dismissively. "His bark is worse than his bite."

 

[Flannigan Mcnash]

The Office

"If you'd follow me to my office." he gestured wayward with a sweep of his arm towards two secured doors, they were made in brass but with twining pictogram and depictions of crude scenes of violence and debauchery, even in all this finesse there still had to be reminders 'we're still the Hutt Cartel after all'. "You," he stopped pausing his walk his steady stride, his sentence evaporating as he looked towards [member="Jack Raxis"]. "you will follow me, and we will conduct business in my office like the rest. Follow."

"Mister Flannigan." A Twi'lek called as they entered the room, she was his assistant and she was cast from molten metal, a fiery beauty, sculpted upon her creamy face like dazzling jewels. Tails of molten pink tumbled out of her scalp, cascading down her back like a waterfall. Cherry lips, crystal white teeth: she truly was a beautiful sight to behold. "I've set out a selection of wines for your guests."

"That'll be all," he said gesturing her to leave with a wave of a few pointed digits. "please sit." He huffed reclining into his chair, the steam swirling vaporise clouds of mist in-front of his vox-box, he looked to his wall a neatly stacked collection of liquor and rare spice. Mockery, he could not partake in a single grain or drop, he was destitute, clean forever in a shiny metal case. 'Would you live on if all earthly pleasures were gone'. "Now, who'd like to go first." he poured [member="Galicus Sagious"], drinks first than [member="Baron Deathmark"], and finally [member="Jack Raxis"], some might say it was a display of favour who he liked most in the room, tiny things add up when you engage even in the politics of criminals, or it might have been easier to pour.