Big Business, Big Trouble

[Thraxis]

"The difference between me and you is this. I didn't come dressed to either impress nor planned to distress about my attire." he declared as he arose from his seat, it seemed someone had a mouth on them and it seemed liquid courage was working like a treat. His arm moved back like a locomotive train, another cup of swill quickly dispersing as it fell down his hatch. "Now if you want a fistfight, I think its prudent to tell you." he stopped for a minutes, cracking his knuckles against the table. "I have made every race scream for mercy with these here hands. And a Human I doubt will be too hard to crack." He said with a grin as his head rotated back and fourth, the sounds of his spine cracking as he looked with malcontent.

His head twisted back as he saw Twin-Tails approach, though his head quickly snapped back around with a smug grin as he looked at the courageous woman. His eyes turned towards Ash, his body remaining stalwart in case someone went for a sucker punch. "You know. You always seem to jump to an intervention. You and I know if I damn well pleased I could drink dry the entire bar and still have more of a punch then your Sniper toy." that same smug grin resting contently on his face as his brow furrowed. He could stop whenever he wanted too. It just so happened that time had not come around yet.

His eyes shifted themselves to stare at Cadan, his head shaking back and fourth, "Cadan it's okay. In all honesty its nice to see someone with some courage. Too many people seem to scurry and hide from us these days. Which means our guest is either a Royal Badass, or we are dealing with someone with more courage then they know what to do with." he said with the shake of his head as his fingers slipped apart, his arm moving forward to deliver a handshake, "Lets try this again since you have earned some respect. Name is Thraxis, Second in Command of the Jackals, Hutt Cartel Inquisitor and Enforcer." he said with a sigh, his posture straightening up as his eyes continued to look carefully around. "This here is the Spicy Spice King Cadan, Third in Command of the Jackals." he said as his other hand raised, a single digit moving out to point to the one and only. "And Twin-Tails here is Ashalah, the Sniper of the Cartel and fellow Jackal member." his hand sliding around to motion towards Ashalah.
[member="Ashalah Ky"] [member="Cadan Tazi"] @Stokley McFadden

 

[Doyle]

Stokes just had to smirk as [member="Thraxis"] falsely assumed that she fussed about her attire. What did he think she was? Some bimbo in a dress? His attempt at scaring her with his talk of making others scream did little but amuse her. It was as though the two of them were having a pissing contest and neither wanted to back down.

[member="Ashalah Ky"] soon arrived and almost looked as though she was going to kiss him. Hmm. Odd relationship there. Stokes took another gulp of her drink and tilted her head in surprise as Thraxis wanted to clear the slate of their introduction. She looked to each in turn and shook Thraxis' hand with her free one, giving him a firm yet steady grip. "Stokely McFadden, Captain of my ship, Virgil. We're supply runners mostly, but we have been known to help out in a battle or two. "

[member="Cadan Tazi"]

 

[Savan]

[member="Flannigan Mcnash"]

Well, Nikto weren't known for staying in the background. He would be the first to step forward. He was a tall man, full of brawn, and one would be hard pressed to miss him.

"Baron Deathmark," he introduced himself, his voice grainy and gruff. "Mara Tibx and Fuels." for those along the Mara and Hutt Space, that would be a familiar name. One tied to Arceneau Trade Company. Mara Tibx had fuel sites on Abafar, Sleheyron, Tatooine, Nal Hutta, Orondia, Nar Chunna, Dirha, Mandolore. Mandalorian space, black sun space, and former confederacy space, now known as the Techno Union. This wasn't including their most recent expansions to the Wild and Unknown regions.

"It stands to state that the Hutt Cartel could see a benefit in the procurement of our fuel at discounted rates along with our counsel for any of its current facilities."

 

[Galicus Sagious]

Galicus admired his surroundings as he made his way into the office of the great armored cyborg that was their host, behind his two flanks always were the royal guards that Animus had set him up with, wearing their unsettling masks that covered their eyes in a soulless gaze. As they entered and the depictions of bloodshed and pandemonium caught his eyes, he could not help but to smile and concur in his mind that this would be something Animus would like. He took his seat beside the cyborg as the meeting took strength decisively the wine was poured. Not wanting to seem ungreatful but way past the times when he drinker Galicus raised the glass and gave a small toast. "To growth and prosperity." The muun said while raising the glass to the hands of his guards and the closest of the two took the cup and gulped it down in one harsh sip. His tone of voice was a testament to his confidence in the area.

As the baron began to speak Galicus listened intently, he had heard of the company as one tied to the ATC and after the whole debacle that Animus had attended to Galicus had made sure he was up to date with the subsidiaries and the associates. He took his cue after the baron finished. He stood from his chair and acknowledged all who were present before he began to speak.

"I represent warforged inc. a stand alone company of the One Sith based off Atrisian origin." He paused to let the statement alone sink in, there was no dealing with lightsiders and republic or alliance affiliates with this muun.

"We are currently building our bases and preparing the armaments but soon we shall have steady supplies of munitions and weapons of military grade, as for now we can offer armed escorts as well as military training for specialized units at fixed prices"
[member="Flannigan Mcnash"] [member="Baron Deathmark"] [member="Jack Raxis"]

 

[RC 212]

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

Jack took a seat at the table with Dak to his right. As he listened to the conversation unfold he propped his antique balster rifle up on the table and regarded the group with a stern visage. Lips pressed tight, and his arms corssed. They were both speaking of good points and thoughts of Jaks own began to whirl through his head.

Like, Why the hell was he working for Zorlac? He'd payed the Hutt of and it was more of a professional courtesy that he stuck around. It was his time to shine now. Jack Raxis, on a mission to become the most legendary Smuggler in the galaxy.

"Gentlemen."

Jack unfolded his arms and took the glass, swirling the amber liquid around the crystal. It was a nice touch. A show of wealth from the robo man.

"I for one like both of your proposals. So I'll offer a counter proposal instead of my bosses proposal. I'll move your goods for a price. You'll get far below what any other shipping company would charge you. I have a lot of buddies looking for work. Hauling fuel and munitions should be easy, compared to the good we normally sneak into systems."

Again, he didn't normally drink during business. But the thought crossed his mind as his sharp brown eyes wathed the amber liquid swirl

Kark it.

He slammed the whole glass and set it down on the table, not flinching a bit.

"Let me talk to some people. I got some creds stashed away, but a startup investment would be nice. I'll only charge ten percent of the local tariffs to move. Should make life easier. Cheaper shipping costs, higher profits. Whaddaya say?"

 

[Flannigan Mcnash]

I'm Serious About Business, Dead Serious

"Deal." he replied to [member="Baron Deathmark"], his finger's rising and falling like metallic rain as they tapped his desk, small rivulets of pressure were beginning to form on the table creating intricate dents and scratches, he looked up sliding the drink towards him like a treat for a good trick done well. "You will be given a trade agreement, discount fuel for the Cartel in turn we turn to you for all our fuel business needs, you will also be given instruction to set up a factory on Sleheyron, to take advantage of the Tibanna gas. You will also pay a small ten percent fee of all profit from said factory, this point is non negotiable."

"You will sell us weapons at a discount price, we'd also like to buy into the stocks of warforged inc. In return we're willing to offer a number of services to you," he addressed [member="Galicus Sagious"], pushing the drink towards him meaningfully. "these include but are not limited to slaves, spice, military assistance."

"Did you know," he stood taking his own glass swirling it around violently, drops clung to the rim falling off in a 'drop' 'drop' leaving the carpet and table stained, in two movements he dropped his cup to the ground with a 'crash' and went to back hand [member="Jack Raxis"], with the force of a casual train to a slow pigeon. It wasn't as if he didn't like him, in fact he seemed a reasonable sort, but in the cut throat world of business examples have to be made. "that cup alone would cost more than one of my staffs pay a year. Gentlemen I'm very serious about business, and as you've no doubt heard of I don't like to been given the run around. Remember that, I can give as fast as I can take."

"And your proposal is accepted," he said to [member="Jack Raxis"], falling into his seat as if he had not tried to assault the man. "cheers to future business."

 

[RC 212]

[member="Flannigan Mcnash"]

Jack shoved the table moving his seat back as soon as flannigan swung at him. His eyes locked with the droid as a silent rage seethed inside him. One hand dipped to his waistband, pulling his hidden DL-44. The business end wound up pointed at Falnnigans face and he clenched his jaw, uncertain whether he wanted to blast the droid point blank or not.

"You ever come at me again like that Flannigan, I'll blast you in the face, I don't care what the repercussions are. I won't be disrespected by anyone."

 

[Galicus Sagious]

The guards at Galicus' back almost sprung into action in a millisecond when the cyborg sent a backhand on the smuggler beside him but Galicus raised a hand and they just flinched, then settled back behind him calmly. Galicus was well mannered in these types of situations and he knew that such things happened in Hutt space, especially with overly violent warlords such as Mcnash, yet... Galicus felt at home, this was the way business have been conducted in this part of the galaxy for as long as time was time. "Excellent, i will also say that a steady supply of fuel is something any war company needs good baron" He said turning to Deathmark and smiled raising his hand to gesture at both acquainted here. "We could use the steady supply of fuel and have the er.. i did not catch your name but... " Galicus shrugged and turned back to Flannigan.

"The fuel will need transporting , i do not think there is a source of fuel in Atrisia or near by systems, so it is a resource we will desperately need if we are to keep the flow of weapons and supplies running smoothly."

Galicus put his elongated hand upon his lips as he pondered how to set this next point, a point that was very important to the company. "Warfoged has a condition Mr.Mcnash" Galicus said, his tone not showing a drop of fear even if the cyborg could kill him in the blink of an eye.... which he could. "As you know our company is an extension of the One Sith, and as such arming the enemies of the order works against our end game... weapons of warforged are not to be near battlefields against allies of the Sith, at least as far as you can help it" Galicus added, he knew that even if Flannigan tried his very best to keep the seal of warforged out of enemy hands such a thing was impossible, but his best efforts would go along towards avoiding a galactic incident... Mythos did not want another one of those.

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

 

[Savan]

[member="Flannigan Mcnash"]

The Nikto gave a nod. Good. Those were amicable terms.

"Agreed." the Baron would say, sealing the contract then. With their sponsorship, Mara Tibx would be able to expand more into the rest of the Hutt worlds that they'd yet to have a real presence with.

He would have consult the research and development department to start a scouting party of the worlds within Hutt Space.

"Deathmark." is the answer he gave to @Galicus Sagious. "If you are in need of it, we can discuss a contract for standard fuel. If you are at Atrisia, we have several fuel stations along the smaller routes there, perhaps even bring a few closer.

We offer not only standard fuels, but Tibanna, spun Tibanna, and Tibx." which is that rare gas used for stealth fighters.

 

[Ashalah Ky]

"I'm only teasing, Thraxy." She brushed away his comment about the alcohol, hugging him tighter so her chest pressed into his back. When [member="Thraxis"] introduced her to his little 'friend', she gave the other woman a little wave. [member="Stokely McFadden"]. "A pleasure. Are you going to be joining the Jackals ranks? Your supply running would be very useful to us." Casually, she leaned over Thraxis' shoulder, plucking his glass from his hand and taking a sip. Then she handed it back to him.

[member="Cadan Tazi"]

 

[Doyle]

Stokes kept an eye on [member="Thraxis"] as [member="Ashalah Ky"] clung to him like a child to her mother, then stole a sip of his drink. With the way he smelled it was clear that drinking was as important to him as breathing. And his mild threats and occupation suggested that he had a short temper. So how much of 'Twin Tails' could he take before he snapped? That'd be interesting to see.

"Joining? No. Working with? It's possible. Credits run my ship and tell us where we are headed, not buddy-buddy glee clubs." Stokes didn't have much patience for schoolyard antics. Now it was time to see how Ash would react. Such interactions was always a great way to see just how strong or weak a group was.

[member="Cadan Tazi"]