Seris Vant
The Unsung Hero
Orbital Station above Nar Kreeta.
14:22 Local Time.
The last time Rayl had seen @[member="Popo"] in person was here. Black Sun was hosting an auction as it made gains to conquer the planet by negotiations. Things went well that day, once more he hoped the good luck would hold. It was business again; as usual. Black Sun had sent the Tenloss Corporation an invitation for an arms deal. The Syndicate was looking for some quick equipment grabs instead of setting up new production that was needed elsewhere. They were always flush with cash, time though was a precious commodity they had little of.
Rayl lounged in a comfy armchair awaiting Popo's arrival to the meeting room. A large cushion was prepped for the Hutt. He may as well be comfortable while they converse. A cold drink was plucked from a side table next to Rayl. The glass kinked against his mask. It wasn't often he took it off now, but drinking without a straw or an elongated bottle necessitated its removal. Taking a sip a refreshing sigh escaped him. Things were going well he thought; now that the Raven's agreed to stop hostilities. Still there was one thing nagging him, but that was personal.
14:22 Local Time.
The last time Rayl had seen @[member="Popo"] in person was here. Black Sun was hosting an auction as it made gains to conquer the planet by negotiations. Things went well that day, once more he hoped the good luck would hold. It was business again; as usual. Black Sun had sent the Tenloss Corporation an invitation for an arms deal. The Syndicate was looking for some quick equipment grabs instead of setting up new production that was needed elsewhere. They were always flush with cash, time though was a precious commodity they had little of.
Rayl lounged in a comfy armchair awaiting Popo's arrival to the meeting room. A large cushion was prepped for the Hutt. He may as well be comfortable while they converse. A cold drink was plucked from a side table next to Rayl. The glass kinked against his mask. It wasn't often he took it off now, but drinking without a straw or an elongated bottle necessitated its removal. Taking a sip a refreshing sigh escaped him. Things were going well he thought; now that the Raven's agreed to stop hostilities. Still there was one thing nagging him, but that was personal.