Judah Dashiell
Salvage Empire
FONDOR
It wasn't often he was called to seek out someone. Certainly not a teenage boy.
Makai had given him the address. There was some written communication throughout the elapsed time since Danger,himself, and the kids had come up with an idea of what to do with

It would prove them well. They could mold young people early, start their knowledge off and put them on an accelerated path to leadership within regions of the business. It would take a weight off some of his skilled labor concerns, getting folks to move around was difficult. If he could train more regional supervisors over the next three to four years his already thriving salvage empire would be ahead of the game further.
Today was his first formal introduction to the boy. A bit of feeling out, to see the state of mind, where Iko would be a good fit. Apparently he loved metal, which was perfect, Judah dealt with nothing but metal day in and day out. Finding someone with a passion for such thing that wasn't just interested in making armor was rare. He was hoping Iko wasn't armor obsessed, but being a teenage boy, Judah wouldn't be surprised if he was.
Carefully following the directions down the hallway, knuckles rapt on the door, wondering if the kid was home. They had school, right? Jedi kids went to school? Yeah, that sounded right to him. He hoped they got an education anyways.