Easy Work Farmin' Ain't

[Orn'om]

Zeke's shuttle dropped out of Hyperspace over the bright green planet of Mykyr. When he was younger the Mandalorians were heavily invested in the sector and remnants of their influence could be seen all around as he and his guards made their approach. They passed a listening station, it had been raided recently. Its glass viewports had been shattered and a few burned out starfighters floated in various states of decay, no doubt metal coffins for the pilots who had flew them years before.

The shuttle shook as they made their descent through the planet's atmosphere. He felt dirty here in his armor, the memory of him cowering before Dorn and his Death Watch loyalists as he signed over the company to him. He was a frightening man, but at least he let him live. But now he felt trapped.

It didn't matter. They were here now.

The hatch hissed open and the smell of fertilizer and antiseptic filled his nostrils. Miri Farms was first on Dorn's list of places to acquire for MandalMotors. Someone should have been meeting him here. With a sigh he walked down the ramp, closely flanked by two Shreik-Hawk mercenaries.

[member="Mia Monroe"]

 

[Mia Monroe]

Leticia Raxis rolled her shoulders, watching the ship descend a bitter taste in her mouth. Wehn Monroe had gone off the rails and decimated Mandalore, she and the other board members had taken steps to cut her out of any decision making process. Something made all the easier by her disappearance. None of them had answered her call to come and fight, they had stayed very firmly out of the civil war, not because they didn't beleive in her, or Ra, but because the idea of seeing brother killing brother didn't sit well with any of them.

And now Mia was dead. So what were their options? Red-brown eyes surveyed [member="Zeke Farthen"] as he approached, flanked by mercs, clad in armour. She stepped forward to greet him, a hand extended. "Welcome to Miri Farms, Mr Farthen." She gestured for him to follow her. Stepping into a small building that flanked the landing pad and heading straight for a turbolift that would take them down several levels.

 

[Orn'om]

He nodded and followed Leticia into the building and the turbolift. The mercenaries made the lift a little cramped and made Zeke feel even more uncomfortable about being here. Dorn had him by the balls with this one and he had no doubt that the man would have him killed for leaving. Power hungry and secretive that one was. He was honestly surprised he hadn't challenged Ra for the title. Maybe Dorn just wasn't stupid.

The lift took the down several levels before opening up into a well lit, air conditioned hallway which was a great feeling change from the humid jungle plains above. Zeke fixed his suit jacket and adjusted his tie a bit before following Leticia from the lift. Had this been under less stressful circumstances Zeke would have made several passes at the woman before they had exited the lift but the presence of his Mandalorian entourage kept his thinking well above his waist.

[member="Mia Monroe"]

 

[Mia Monroe]

Leticia led the way to board room, dominated by a large wooden table and flanked by high back leather chairs. She opened the door, gesturing for Zeke to pass her before snapping her gaze to his escorts. "Your brawn is not required in here, there's a canteen dowwn the hall on the left. I'll send for you when we're done."

She did not wait for their response, closing the door on them with a small snap. She was not above to delve into the details of the nusiness with them lurking around. Tension seemed to ease out of her shoulders and she offered a smile to the Mr Farthen before moving to a caff machine. "I won't waste time with idle chatter, Mr Farthen. The fact of the matter is simple, we want a quick sale, and a smooth transition for the company. The actions of our former CEO has left many out of sorts and in need of..." she paused, pouring two cups and pondering the right word.

"Redirection." she settled upon, before bringing the cups to end end of the table and settling into a chair, inviting Zeke to join her.

[member="Zeke Farthen"]

 

[Orn'om]

Leticia's aggressive shutting out of his escorts startled him. Here he was, battle seasoned Mandalorian veteran scared witless of the pain they could inflict on him and then there was this woman who probably spent most of her days in an office chair or walking around the facility with her fancy pens and fancy datapads just slammed the door in two Mandalorian mercenaries' faces. A weight seemed to visibly fall from his shoulders. He took a breath before returning the smile.

He took a seat and picked up the cup of caff, grasping the whole cup rather than the handle. The temperature was just right, warming his hands comfortingly rather than abrasively. He took a sip and sighed.

"Understandable," he paused to take another sip and sat the mug down on the table. "Well as MandalMotors CFO I would be happy to help with that redirection. As I'm sure you've heard by now our...current CEO, Dorn Skirata is a fierce supporter of the current Mand'alor. If you are comfortable with serving Mandalore and its people again I'm sure we can come to an understanding."

[member="Angel"]

 

[Mia Monroe]

Leticia smiled.

"Without a doubt. It's what we were created to do, it was only unfortunate that our former CEO had become so corrupt. Then i suppose spending ten years as a walking talking holocron would drive the most together person insane. The force corrupts, Mand'alor the Undying knows this, we'd be more than happy to support any who support him."

She took a small sip of her caff, smiling pleasantly before continuing. "There is just the matter of price and paperwork."

[member="Zeke Farthen"]

(i'm so sorry!!! I forgot)

 

[Orn'om]

"I think you'll be satisfied with the amount of credits Dorn is willing to spend to keep the Golka project going. He's very impressed with your work here." He slid a datapad across the table. He didn't think that the company was worth as much as Dorn did, but he made sure that it was obvious he wanted to keep the company.

"There are some stipulations however...Research into the Ysalamycota fungus," he paused. He needed to choose his words wisely here. "The Mandalorian Empire's stance on Force Using Mandalorians is clear, and with rumors of war on the horizon we will need ever advantage. The fungus you have created here, while a wonder of genetic engineering and botany serves to hinder the Mand'alor should the research fall into the wrong hands. You understand?"

[member="Angel"]