Shaddi
King of Shawken
Erebos sat at his desk which was in the middle of his office which was only part of his own private floor on the Zuguruk station that was almost finished over Csilla. Behind him was a large viewport that showed a wonderful view of the inner ring of the station. In front of him on his desk was a trio of small pure metal orbs that floated lazily in a circle around one another above the desk itself. In Erebos's hands was a datapad which he was scrolling through, a list of materials needed to be order and orders the company had gotten since it opened up it's products to the general market, along with an offer for custom jobs if some materials were provided and payment was good.
"Mister Zebron, there is a... trandoshian here to see you. He says his name is [member="Vinskk Revamp"], shall I let him in?" A receptionists voice sounded out, causing the metal balls to dip a little as their controllers concentration fluctuated a little but soon continued as they were. "If he's here on non-market business let him in otherwise tell him to talk to a sale's representative or something." Erebos replied with little interest as his faceless mask turned to look at the comlink integrated into the table to serve that exact purpose and to make calls should he need to.
'What is a Trandoshian doing here and why is he wanting to speak to me?' He thought as he finished skimming over the datapads contents and then placed it to the side on top of the table. Standing up and beginning a slow walk towards the doors leading out of his office he waved his hand to open them, revealing a long corridor that ended in the elevator were his visitor would arrive in from. Behind him the metal balls still kept spinning lazily in the air over the table.
If there was one thing Erebos was now, it was curious. For one thing it would be the first trandoshian he'd ever meet and secondly he had a hunch that this meeting would prove an interesting one, if not a stimulating one. If the trandoshian tried anything then the cross-guarded lightsaber at his hip would simply take care of that and he could go straight back to work after wards.
"Mister Zebron, there is a... trandoshian here to see you. He says his name is [member="Vinskk Revamp"], shall I let him in?" A receptionists voice sounded out, causing the metal balls to dip a little as their controllers concentration fluctuated a little but soon continued as they were. "If he's here on non-market business let him in otherwise tell him to talk to a sale's representative or something." Erebos replied with little interest as his faceless mask turned to look at the comlink integrated into the table to serve that exact purpose and to make calls should he need to.
'What is a Trandoshian doing here and why is he wanting to speak to me?' He thought as he finished skimming over the datapads contents and then placed it to the side on top of the table. Standing up and beginning a slow walk towards the doors leading out of his office he waved his hand to open them, revealing a long corridor that ended in the elevator were his visitor would arrive in from. Behind him the metal balls still kept spinning lazily in the air over the table.
If there was one thing Erebos was now, it was curious. For one thing it would be the first trandoshian he'd ever meet and secondly he had a hunch that this meeting would prove an interesting one, if not a stimulating one. If the trandoshian tried anything then the cross-guarded lightsaber at his hip would simply take care of that and he could go straight back to work after wards.