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Delivering the Green (Open to Any Who Want a Delivery of the Brew)

Sitting at the helm of Detta Brewing's newly acquired delivery transport, the Green Ale, Nolan and his crew of service droids worked steadily to get their ship from Mandalore to their next delivery of Circe Green Ale. Nolan skimmed through a console in front of him for their next stop. He was hoping some of the people who'd come to visit would want a supply, and maybe make a trade agreement with Detta Brewing.


[member="Spencer Jacobs"] [member="Joshua DragonsFlame"] [member="Ayden Cater"] [member="Akio Kahoshi"] [member="Ashin Varanin"]
 
@[member="Nolan Detta"]

Mr. Detta,

The Fringe Confederation High Council would like to contract you to provide four dozen bottles of Circe Green Ale per month, deliverable to a secure docking facility on Annaj.

We will pay your shipping costs.

Sincerely,
Rave Merrill
 
Nolan recognized a name in one of the messages, Rave, she had been at the bar when they had the grand reveal of Circe Green.

Madam Merrill,

I have received your request and am en-route to Annaj now. I have a full shipment ready for you, and as a bonus for being the first order, I'll throw in an extra four dozen at no extra charge. I will be with you in a few hours.

Thank you,
Nolan Detta

Alright, T3, set a course for Annaj, fly our merchant codes, let's go.

[member="Rave Merrill"]
 
@[member="Nolan Detta"]

The Green Ale was received at a private landing pad in Annaj's capital city, not far from the High Council's command bunker. A storm was (heh) brewing, and wind slapped the Nightsister's hair all across the shoulders of her coat as she and a labor droid came out to meet the ship's proprietor and accept the ale. A constant supply of Circe Green pleased her; nothing like a constant reminder of her greatest victory to date, the duel that had made her ridiculously wealthy.

"Mister Detta, we met at the bar. I'm Merrill. Welcome to the Fringe Confederation." She grinned. "Oh, and the arm came from me."
 
Nolan walked down the ramp of his shuttle with a service droid pushing a hover cart with eight dozen bottles of Circe Green Ale, packed up in two crates. He greeted the with a polite handshake.

So My brother and I have you to thank for our business? In that case, from now on, any orders YOU and you alone place, will be 50% off.

Nolan passed the cart on to the woman's own droid and withdrew a data-pad with a credit scanner to complete the transaction.

Since I'm giving you a crate free and the first crate at half price, your total comes to 875 creds. If you would just sign here once it clears, then you will be in my system and we will be set on a contract...

[member="Rave Merrill"]
 
@Nolan Detta

Rave grinned. Eight seventy-five for the ale, and a few thousand for transportation -- still a bargain, far as she was concerned. She signed it over.

"That's very generous, Mister Detta. I'll be sure to frequent your bar when I'm on Manda'yaim -- though next time I won't be so unkind as to tip people off to the twenty-million-credit bounty at the corner table."
 
"That would be greatly appreciated. I'll have your first round on the house on your next visit."

With that, Nolan turned back to his ship and departed Annaj. He stayed in system for a moment to check for any other messages from potential clients. He had enough to restock 40 bars and cantinas and was ready to make some deals.


[member="Spencer Jacobs"] [member="Ayden Cater"] [member="Ashin Varanin"] [member="Joshua DragonsFlame"] [member="Lord Daemos"] [member="Noah Corek"]
 
Nolan was sitting enjoying a bite when a new message scrolled across his data pad. From a Jedi...


Typing back...'Order received friend. When should you like to meet? I have a full shipment ready and waiting. For a crate of four dozen, the price is 1,950 credits, plus shipping and handling.'


[member="Joshua DragonsFlame"]
 
Nolan set a course for the predetermined destination and punched the hyperdrive. A few hours later, they were arriving in system. They were a bit early but no problem. Nolan relaxed in the pilots chair and took a light siesta. Until the next morning when he landed and transported the ordered shipment to [member="Joshua DragonsFlame"] 's location.

Here you are, your total comes to 2,100. Sign here please.
 
The Jedi had arrived on time and nodded, paying out the asked for amount of credits and signing, before arranging for the ordered shipment to be transported to a storage area.

"Thank you very much, good sir. Have a good flight back"

@Nolan Detta
 

Nisha Decrilla

Guest
Dear Detta's Brewery,

I would like to discuss regular deliveries to all my establishments. I have eleven across the galaxy. Shipping costs and the like can be discussed when we meet. Coordinates for my headquaters on Zeltros are included.

Kindest Regards,
Lady Apoleia
Owner and Director of Apoleia Inc.

@Nolan Detta
 

Matreya

Well-Known Member

Mr Detta,

This is Lord Daemos, hailing in regards for your amazing ale. I would like as many bottles past 2,000 you can offer. As well, I offer to buy the brew, but keep it in your name, thus backing you with all the monetary value required to make the drink even better. If you accept of course.

The bottles can be shipped to my home on Tera Lush. The coordinates will follow this message.


@nolan detta
 
Nolan had just returned to orbit when he received another order from...Ooh a Zeltron...Awesome...

I accept your proposition. I'll be with you as soon as possible.

He loved the idea of going to the Zeltron homeworld, but knew of the dangers of their "persuasive" ways.

Nolan sent the message back to the Zeltron and saw he had received yet another order for the Ale, the man who started a fight at his bar. Hmm...

Mister Daemos, I have enough for one order of 2,000 on hand, but no more. I will need to restock at home, but our company is not for sale. I appreciate your offer, but will decline.

Sincerely,
Nolan Detta
Nolan punched in the coordinates to Zeltra and sent his ship into hyperspace.

[member="Lord Daemos"] [member="Anaya Fen"]
 

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