Private Contract of Employment [Aiden Porte]

[Balun Dashiell]

CONTRACT OF EMPLOYMENT
INVENTORY: Spacer Apparel, K-16 Bryar Pistol, Lightsaber
TAGS: Aiden Porte

Retrofit Orbital Shipyard, Kesh.

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Balun Dashiell sat at his desk within the glass-paneled confines of his office aboard the Dashiell Retrofit™ Orbital Foundry, a quiet hum of repulsorlifts and shipyard activity thrumming faintly through the durasteel flooring beneath his boots. Before him, a datapad glowed softly with progress reports—status updates on the latest product line of starships being assembled by the skilled hands of the Engineering and Fabrication staff stationed on-site. Meanwhile, the Research & Development teams were immersed in dual pursuits: drafting innovative new vessel designs and scouring archives for decommissioned ships ripe for revival. After all, Dashiell Retrofit™ had been founded on the principle of breathing new life into forgotten tech—refitting relics of the past into marvels of the modern era.

Though Balun was the company's head, his identity extended far beyond the title of executive. His lifestyle—part entrepreneur, part wanderer, and Force-sensitive guardian—was no secret among the personnel stationed in orbit above the jungle world of Kesh. Until recently, however, few paid his Force affinity any serious attention. That changed the day Lady Falentra, a dark figure from his past, breached the station's security and launched an attack with one goal: abducting their child. The skirmish had put the station and its crew in grave danger, and Balun had stood alone between her and the lives at risk. He emerged victorious, but not unchanged. The encounter had shattered the image of Balun as a carefree bachelor coasting through life, and in its place, his employees had come to recognize the weight of the double life he bore—and why his absences from the shipyard often took him across the stars.

Yet, even in his absence, the wheels of the company turned with precision. A trusted cadre of Command and Operations staff kept the station functioning at peak efficiency. Dockmasters monitored ship construction across hangars and drydocks. Logistics officers coordinated supply chains and interdepartmental workflows. Shift managers and fabrication foremen ensured day-to-day operations flowed with minimal disruption. Balun had handpicked his leadership team with care, trusting them to maintain the rhythm of the yard without his direct oversight. His datapad kept him tethered—granting access to everything from maintenance schedules to administrative records at the tap of a finger.

He thumbed through another line item before lifting the device to speak into the built-in comm.
"Malynka, I'm forwarding a file. Can you have Admin review it for errors before we pass it up to Dashiell Incorporated?" he requested, his tone calm but clipped with the precision of long habit.

A moment later, his receptionist's voice filtered through the comm system, cheery as ever.
"Not a problem, Bale. Oh—and don't forget, you've got that appointment coming up. A Mr. Aiden Porte. He's here about a job."

Balun leaned back in his chair, brow creasing as the name clicked belatedly into place.
"Right… of course. Send him in when he arrives. Thanks, Mal."

"Speech".
'Thought'.​