Judah Dashiell
Salvage Empire
Celestia Station |
Kahne Porte
Mrs.Datos eyed the man curiously. For months now there had been curious goings on the the Salacia facility. Jedi seemed to be at the center of it, yet there was also murmurs surrounding the Arceneau-Kuhn family and the implications around the mans death.
The personal assistant to Judah Dashiell had theories. Multiple, lengthy, theories that rivaled the best conspiracy or manifesto in the 'verse. There were multiple tales, some woven together, some not,ranging from the banal to a sex cult in which colored shower loofahs indicated what level of play one was at. Mrs. Datos had a wide and broad imagination it seemed.
Such an imagination would be running wild once again with the arrival of another Jedi. On the outside, she was cool, calm, and collected. On the inside, she was mentally screaming as she was connecting navpoints that were no where remotely close.
"Master Jedi, right this way."
Double doors were opened, and Judah rose to greet his latest visitor. He was back at work after a protracted period of being away due to the death of Alric Kuhn. Fully back in the office, it had been an avalanche of those who wanted to meet face-to-face, rather than deal with he holocalls he had been making at a near constant rate.
First up was a Jedi. If Mrs. Datos was correct, Judah had been informed the man was working in the area. On what was not clear but that was the entire point of the meeting.
Moving from behind his desk, Judah outstretched his hand in greeting.
"Master Jedi, what do I owe the pleasure? Can I interest you in a drink, or perhaps a cigarra? Both?"
Kahne Porte
Mrs.Datos eyed the man curiously. For months now there had been curious goings on the the Salacia facility. Jedi seemed to be at the center of it, yet there was also murmurs surrounding the Arceneau-Kuhn family and the implications around the mans death.
The personal assistant to Judah Dashiell had theories. Multiple, lengthy, theories that rivaled the best conspiracy or manifesto in the 'verse. There were multiple tales, some woven together, some not,ranging from the banal to a sex cult in which colored shower loofahs indicated what level of play one was at. Mrs. Datos had a wide and broad imagination it seemed.
Such an imagination would be running wild once again with the arrival of another Jedi. On the outside, she was cool, calm, and collected. On the inside, she was mentally screaming as she was connecting navpoints that were no where remotely close.
"Master Jedi, right this way."
Double doors were opened, and Judah rose to greet his latest visitor. He was back at work after a protracted period of being away due to the death of Alric Kuhn. Fully back in the office, it had been an avalanche of those who wanted to meet face-to-face, rather than deal with he holocalls he had been making at a near constant rate.
First up was a Jedi. If Mrs. Datos was correct, Judah had been informed the man was working in the area. On what was not clear but that was the entire point of the meeting.
Moving from behind his desk, Judah outstretched his hand in greeting.
"Master Jedi, what do I owe the pleasure? Can I interest you in a drink, or perhaps a cigarra? Both?"