Collectibles

[Darth Metus]

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"]

 

[Nyxie]

There wasn't much to be said except that Ashelotte was sitting bored and alone in a conference room, a meeting arranged by RRDI and a one [member="Isley Verd"]. It was no surprise the man was a compatriot of sorts, though what intrigued her was his sudden interest in what little she had in general. Ashe was hardly the most versed or collected individual in the Confederacy, let alone the galaxy. What could she have that anyone could possibly want or not already own, she wondered.
"Suit yourself..." the vixen said, seemingly melding out from the shadiest corner of the room where a closet and observation window to the outside lie.
She walked over to the table, cordially bowing as traditional Ruferalahuin did, before finally taking a seat and helping herself to some gourmet fish sticks and some manner of fancy dipping sauce in a chromium dish.
"How may I help you?" she humbly asked.