D O M I N U S
Techno Unique HQ, Hypori
As time moved ever forward, there appeared to be a pattern unfolding within the life of Isley Verd. With the transition of days into months, and months into years, he found himself coming into the possession of a wide variety of items; some powerful and some valuable. What's more, he began to pride himself on this modest collection of artifacts, holocrons, and datacrons; so much so that he began to make earnest ventures to expand his growing "Collection". Today, this desire to expand his belongings brought him to the headquarters of the Techno Union. He had arranged a meeting with one of the more active benefactors which formed the conglomeration of companies: one [member="Ashe the Reaper"], and brought along a briefcase which contained four of his finest possessions...well, copies of them anyway. Garbed in his typical, Taozin Beskar'gam, the Mandalorian calmly strode about the corridors of the rather imposing structure until he arrived in the appointed conference room. There, a single, long table had been provided with light refreshments in the form of a water pitcher and various finger foods. While the gesture was standard, Isley had no interest in the food; only in the business. So, he promptly seated himself and flipped open the locks to his briefcase.
Then began the waiting game...
[member="Ashe the Reaper"]
As time moved ever forward, there appeared to be a pattern unfolding within the life of Isley Verd. With the transition of days into months, and months into years, he found himself coming into the possession of a wide variety of items; some powerful and some valuable. What's more, he began to pride himself on this modest collection of artifacts, holocrons, and datacrons; so much so that he began to make earnest ventures to expand his growing "Collection". Today, this desire to expand his belongings brought him to the headquarters of the Techno Union. He had arranged a meeting with one of the more active benefactors which formed the conglomeration of companies: one [member="Ashe the Reaper"], and brought along a briefcase which contained four of his finest possessions...well, copies of them anyway. Garbed in his typical, Taozin Beskar'gam, the Mandalorian calmly strode about the corridors of the rather imposing structure until he arrived in the appointed conference room. There, a single, long table had been provided with light refreshments in the form of a water pitcher and various finger foods. While the gesture was standard, Isley had no interest in the food; only in the business. So, he promptly seated himself and flipped open the locks to his briefcase.
Then began the waiting game...
[member="Ashe the Reaper"]