Star Wars Roleplay: Chaos

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Friendly Business (Popo)

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.
 

Popo

I'm Sexy and I Know It
Popo's shuttle was, thankfully, on time to make it in system and land. Sure, it was cutting it close, but the head of Tenloss made sure his personal shuttle pilots were experienced, capable, and probably a little more insane than they should be. The upside of this was he often made it where he wanted to go on time or early, even from long hauls away. The downside was that he was pretty sure his heart had swapped to the beat of Mandalorian drums rather than a steady, rhythmic pace that it should be.

With a steady and slightly quick slither out of the shuttle itself, the equivalent of someone eager to get off the crazy machine that had brought him here, the Hutt made his way to the meeting area. Once there, he made note of a few things.

First, his host was masked by some sort of metal contraption that made him look both inhuman and fairly ludicrous. It was something he figured should come out of some Ganathan workshop or, perhaps, an eclectic junk artist from Tatooine. Second, he noticed a fluffy cushion on the ground, obviously for him if the Hutt-sized pillow was any clue. Last, there was cold drinks set out, something that Popo figured he'd need to both recover from the flight in and to fortify himself for the flight out.

"Mister Wilded. A pleasure as always," Popo said as he took a seat. He'd let the pirate lord do the talking for the moment. Half so that Popo could get the feel of reading past the metal mask, half because Popo had forgotten why exactly he was here specifically from the flight in.

[member="Rayl Wilded"]
 

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