Crimson Deal of Carnage

[Onrai]

@Lysle of the Hydian Way

Rarely did Circe venture into new territory. But considering business with the Black Sun had turned sour, she was more than willing to sell ships to these "Red Ravens," admittedly curious as to what their ultimate goal would be. A smile crossed her face as she stepped in, indicating that she had a meeting with a certain Lysle.

She wondered who he was. A figure like this couldn't be someone she didn't know or had heard of...

 

[Lysle of the Hydian Way]

Theme

Located at Ground Zero on the Utopia-esque planet of Antecedent. The Dragon Palace Casino sits on what is considered to be the ground level of the Ecumenopolis. Surrounded by behemoth skyscrapers and tremendous stretches of architecture. It squats low in comparison to these titans of architecture. Far from Central, capital of Antecedent and home of the governing body. The casino rests on a stretch of district renamed Little Coruscant by the Red Ravens in jest of Nar Shaddaa's nickname. This is due to the recent incursion of illegal activities in the area that has drastically risen the crime rate in the district.

The Dragon Palace Casino is an incredible 10,500,000-square-foot luxury casino and hotel resort owned by Lysle Rigger. The Dragon is a 41-story, 2.9 billion credit investment. The resort has 3200 suites available, with tremendous swaths of convention space for future endeavours on entertainment and business. It holds 550,000-square-feet of casino space, with a whopping 4200 slot machines, 1200 gambling tables, and a 25,000 seat arena for live entertainment and sports events. The casino hires just a little over a thousand bodyguards for purposes of prevention of cheating and maintaining security. Weapon scanners and sensors sit at the main and only entrance into the casino, known for its artistic dragon hovering above that shines neon lights at night.

At the head of this multi-billionaire expenditure was none other than Lysle Rigger. He was in a dining room with a table that could seat twenty. For now, the seats were all empty as he enjoyed his meal. Forking up mouthfuls of exotic meats and vegetables. The faint yellow radiance of a tranquillity screen encircled his table. It reduced the raucous music to a faded muffled booming. A man came to his side, leaning in to quietly murmur in his ear. He waved his hand, indicating to bring the businesswoman to his location.

[member="Enigma"]

 

[Onrai]

[member="Lysle of the Hydian Way"]

And so she came. The gaudy lights reminded her of the more prestigious areas of Zeltros or Nar Shaddaa, but she wasn't here in this casino to game, get drunk, or sleep with someone. She was here solely to do business, nothing less and nothing more. Eying the man on the other side of the table, she moved to take a seat, a smile on her face. "So... I heard you were looking for someone to supply you with, how do I put this... heavy equipment. What's the use for such large pieces of durasteel?"

 

[Lysle of the Hydian Way]

Lysle pushed his plate aside when Enigma arrived. He wiped and dabbed his lips, cleaning himself from the messy meal. The cutlery was placed away, and he opened his arms in welcome. "Ah, good to finally meet you at last, I am Mr. Rigger." He gave her a moment to speak, bobbing his head enthusiastically as she spoke. A wide smile curled his lips. "The equipment will be used by our Private Military Firm for various purposes, depending on our contractors. Though as a PMC, it will often involve combat, and typically dispatching of pirates. We're looking for a long-term partner, we hope to use these ships in our manifesto."

[member="Enigma"]

 

[Onrai]

[member="Lysle of the Hydian Way"]

"Dispatching of pirates, you say..." Somehow, she knew that there were no 'pirates,' but so long as the deal was good, that was all that really mattered. "There's one type of business I enjoy more than any other, and that's dealing with regards to long-term contracts." It was true - not to mention that Circe hadn't had a long-term contract with a faction in an exceedingly large amount of time. "Care to look at our catalog?"

This was going to be good.

 

[Lysle of the Hydian Way]

Dispatching of pirates was a nice way of saying they were going to launch molten balls of plasma at any Black Sun Syndicate ship that came close enough to theirs. Of course, she didn't need to know that. He liked to keep a front to the press and public that the Red Ravens didn't exist, and all this money was from legitimate business. Contrary to popular belief among the Suns, the Ravens didn't control a government. They mostly lived in the shadows, hiding. They were the true criminal syndicate, and the Suns were just another corrupt government. "The catalogue, yes, it would be nice to have a look." Lysle then pulled out a flimsiplast, so that when this meeting was concluded, she could sign and place her thumb print to declare the contract.

[member="Enigma"]

 

[Onrai]

The catalog in question would hopefully deliver a significant amount of information to the Red Raven leader on what sort of ships and the like Subach sold. Considering that they would hopefully be the only business brought in regarding such sales, it was expected that this would be quite the jawdropper.

"We do try and keep ourselves on top, after all."

[member="Lysle of the Hydian Way"]

 

[Lysle of the Hydian Way]

"Beautiful," Lysle remarked as he went through the list. He glanced up from the virtual leaflet, weighing his options. "So, my terms of contract that I would like to make is this. Along with the initial fee, we will only be paying for what we buy. By this I mean, I would like that rather than the same ships being routinely shipped to my warehouses, I would like to select ships at will, of course pay for shipment, and have the desired ships send to me. This will allow me to prevent over-stocking and ultimately losing credits in this endeavour. Alongside keeping a versatile array of ships."

[member="Enigma"]

 

[Onrai]

[member="Lysle of the Hydian Way"]

"That sounds like a fair idea, but I'd like to add a relatively simple clause in there." She smiled. "If for some reason any of the ships Subach has sold to you are either damaged beyond repair or are destroyed, I would like for it to be written up in our contract that we will replace those ships for you, with a significant, say, twenty percent discount on the price of the replacements."

It seemed logical, after all.

 

[Lysle of the Hydian Way]

"That seems more than fair," Lysle said. He gripped either side of the flimsi and checked everything was in due order before sliding it towards Enigma. She didn't need to do anything but place her thumb on the signature section. Her print would activate the contract as ongoing. Though he wondered, in the event people denied to accept a contract, how many people have simply cut off someones thumb and pressed it with the removed thumb. Curious.

[member="Enigma"]

 

[Onrai]

With a nod, she did so, placing her thumb to indicate the contract was now adequately started. Subach factories, having prepped for initial orders from the Red Ravens, were already reserving space in the drydocks for new vessels to be constructed. "I suppose that our business as such is concluded, hmm? Or wold you like to discuss more?"

[member="Lysle of the Hydian Way"]

 

[Lysle of the Hydian Way]

"That will be all, madam," Lysle concluded. As the thumb made contact with the flimsi, it illuminated briefly and became dull once more. Lysle stood, "I'll walk you out." He was thankful this meeting had not turned into an utter and total catastrophe like the others - in which an army-of-one somehow slipped past a thousand security personnel and managed to slaughter bystanders before trying to blow up Dragon Palace Casino. His days had been stressful ever since. The second bombing in the last week. He moved towards the front door and it slid open, welcoming a cool breeze indoors. "I hope you find your way home safely."

[member="Enigma"]

 

[Onrai]

[member="Lysle of the Hydian Way"]

"Thank you." He was... surprisingly courteous, to say the least. And with her business concluded, Circe returned home, ready to continue with her business situations.

This would be fun.

(FIN)