Judah Dashiell
Salvage Empire
Grumani United Charity Gala | Jutrand, Jutrand System |
Azula Tindara
A string quartet was working tirelessly off to one side of the room as beings of all walks of life filtered through the cavernous space. Glasses clinked as those in attendance eagerly took advantage of the libations circulating throughout the room. Servers - both sentient and droid - buzzed liked insects through the crowds, looping back on the kitchens before emerging with a fresh tray of offerings. Dresses swirled about and there was a great deal of adjusting buttons, ties,and hair fascinators. It was easy to pick out those who were nervous ; flitting on the edges of the crowds, either talking in hushed whispers or too loud in order to draw attention to themselves.
The crowds were gathered in the name in charity, an organization called Grumani United. An organization striving to improve this sector of the Outer Rim, to provide resources to those seeking a way of life in the area. Hosting on Jutrand made perfect sense, hundreds of corporations had offices or headquarters on the city-wide planet. Credits flowed through the planet like a river, the organization was wise to try to pry open the coffers of its wealthiest citizens.
While charity might be the main focus on the event, for most it was either a place to catch up or make business deals. Often a mixture of both. Typically at these types of events were a place to get business done. It was much easier to corner someone at a party and hash things out over a drink or four.
Judah didn't drink so he was spending his time on the expansive stone balcony overlooking the city, an expensive Dilnlexan cigar in hand. Smoke surrounded the circle of men smoking fine cigarras. Most of the men were roughly his age, but in this line of work there were also a great deal of older gentleman, eager to complain and be part of the crowd. Judah suspected most lived for these events.
"....its not just the pirates. We have to deal with the constantly changing governments. Not to mention the wars. Constantly on going..."
"The last battle in the 'Rim destroyed quarterly profits. Hard to gain demand for a product when the whole damn planet is on fire."
"...fire? Let alone the workers. Either displaced or outright killed. Do you know how much in the way of credits we sink into training? And the facilities, at this point a credit pit!"
Judah nodded along, listening as complaints were swapped. A puff a smoke drifted towards the center of the circle.He had to chime in to rile up the crowd.
"The more the Jedi and Sith tear one another apart, the better it is for my business. We can't even keep up with the amount of scrap out there. Each battle, each little pissing match over their sector of the 'verse is like minting credits."
"Not all of us can be in the scrap business Dashiell!"
"Maybe we should diversify, since Dashiell over here thinks there's too much work to be had in this area."
"....who wants to play garbage collector? Be serious Les."
Azula Tindara
A string quartet was working tirelessly off to one side of the room as beings of all walks of life filtered through the cavernous space. Glasses clinked as those in attendance eagerly took advantage of the libations circulating throughout the room. Servers - both sentient and droid - buzzed liked insects through the crowds, looping back on the kitchens before emerging with a fresh tray of offerings. Dresses swirled about and there was a great deal of adjusting buttons, ties,and hair fascinators. It was easy to pick out those who were nervous ; flitting on the edges of the crowds, either talking in hushed whispers or too loud in order to draw attention to themselves.
The crowds were gathered in the name in charity, an organization called Grumani United. An organization striving to improve this sector of the Outer Rim, to provide resources to those seeking a way of life in the area. Hosting on Jutrand made perfect sense, hundreds of corporations had offices or headquarters on the city-wide planet. Credits flowed through the planet like a river, the organization was wise to try to pry open the coffers of its wealthiest citizens.
While charity might be the main focus on the event, for most it was either a place to catch up or make business deals. Often a mixture of both. Typically at these types of events were a place to get business done. It was much easier to corner someone at a party and hash things out over a drink or four.
Judah didn't drink so he was spending his time on the expansive stone balcony overlooking the city, an expensive Dilnlexan cigar in hand. Smoke surrounded the circle of men smoking fine cigarras. Most of the men were roughly his age, but in this line of work there were also a great deal of older gentleman, eager to complain and be part of the crowd. Judah suspected most lived for these events.
"....its not just the pirates. We have to deal with the constantly changing governments. Not to mention the wars. Constantly on going..."
"The last battle in the 'Rim destroyed quarterly profits. Hard to gain demand for a product when the whole damn planet is on fire."
"...fire? Let alone the workers. Either displaced or outright killed. Do you know how much in the way of credits we sink into training? And the facilities, at this point a credit pit!"
Judah nodded along, listening as complaints were swapped. A puff a smoke drifted towards the center of the circle.He had to chime in to rile up the crowd.
"The more the Jedi and Sith tear one another apart, the better it is for my business. We can't even keep up with the amount of scrap out there. Each battle, each little pissing match over their sector of the 'verse is like minting credits."
"Not all of us can be in the scrap business Dashiell!"
"Maybe we should diversify, since Dashiell over here thinks there's too much work to be had in this area."
"....who wants to play garbage collector? Be serious Les."
