Private Heavy Artillery

[Makai Dashiell]

NABOO

Wearing | Gear : X | X | X | X | X | L3-37 | Interacting With : Noah Corek

Not knowing where to meet the elder Corek, Makai choose Naboo. He did know the family often was found in the Core and was, at least at one point, was heavily involved with the Galactic Alliance. Forget Junior, he was far too involved with his new lady love and gun running down the hyperlanes. Besides, if one wanted a contract, perhaps it was best to go to the source. He was a little nervous to reveal his project. Not because he was worried about Mister Corek thinking it was a horrible idea, but more because he didn't want the Loth-cat out of the bag so to speak.

His little project was going to need security. Decent security. There wasn't many people he could trust to provide such a thing for his employees. Not on a planetary level at least. Hyperlane security was a dime a dozen....but security for an entire system? There was a challenge. Yet he remained hopeful. If the Galactic Alliance was collapsing then now would be the time to strike. They could easily scoop up retired and disillusioned soldiers for the task. In fact, he was counting on Mister Corek being able to recruit them.

Makai just had to get the older man to agree.

Hands shoved into his pockets, anxiously rocking back and forth ever so slightly as he waited in the lobby for Mister Corek to arrive. A little overeager? Perhaps but he was on the cusp of progress.

 

[Noah Corek]

Tag: Makai Dashiell

Noah Corek was a man who usually didn't entertain requests to meet or social calls except for a very few select individuals. Makai Dashiell was not one of those select individuals. His father Judah was, him and Noah having been good friends for a long while and though Makai was the aforementioned man's son and near best friends with Noah's own son he hadn't interacted much with the young man and therefore didn't trust him well enough to meet. He was however lured to the meeting by the promises of lucrative contracts.

Not that the elder Corek was hurting for those. It was sad to say it but when long standing governments such as the Alliance teetered on the edge of collapse it made worlds begin to look elsewhere for defense. He had already fielded several inquiries from worlds wanting the Galactic Foreign Legion's help in training their local defense forces or Hekler'Kok Defense Industries help in arming aforementioned forces and sometimes even both.

Naboo wasn't a new world to the old soldier, having visited and fought on the planet several times in his over six decades. Most of the outcomes had been advantageous and he hoped that this meeting with Makai would be the same. Walking into the lobby he scanned it with a critical eye before finally his gaze landed on the young man he was here to meet.

Scanning the lobby one last time to make sure it was secure, Noah made his way over to Makai, a smile gracing his features as he reached him and extended his hand and once it was taken he'd clap the younger man on the shoulder. "Makai! Been too long, you've definitely grown."