First Reply I Hear You Have Safe Haven

[Tilon Quill]

The meeting came about through a friend of a friend of a friend. The location was nowhere Tilon had been before; he wasn't actually certain where he was. A thousand recent hyperjumps blended together in his head just now. Unsure if there'd be opportunity for refreshment, he'd guzzled long-haul freighters' syth caf before the meeting and it wasn't kicking in.

"I'm Captain Quill of the Wake of Balmorra," he said to the contact over the table. "Thanks for meeting me. I have a station, a small group of stations really, and the people to live and work there." Recent refugees from the Deep Core, context which his contact might or might not already know. "What I need is a safe and long-term place to moor them. Not too close to major lanes, but in range of help and trade. I heard you'd have recommendations or an offer."

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OOC/ Open to anyone who might be offering a safe corner of space, sincerely or not.

Also, the location of this conversation is totally up to you.

 

[Marek Bancroft]

Bancroft Commercial Starport
Wolport, Ord Mantell​

It wasn't a routine of his to expedite a meeting onto his schedule like this, but in trying times of loss and division, sometimes you needed to pay a favor forwards when an old friend came asking. He'd arranged for the person to be transferred the coordinates of their meeting ahead of time, including a brochure of the location.

Bancroft Commercial Starport; the finest place for a wayward traveler to refuel, replenish their supplies, and rest a weary head on a cool Ord Mantellian night. Featuring a full commercial district and living quarters, one would be hard-pressed to associate it with the starports more commonly frequented by your average spacer.

Nonetheless, the prices were fair for the typical family unit of spacefaring individuals around Ord Mantell's sector. More importantly to him, it was a venue in which he could fully control the flow of information, and that was more important than gold when involved in the cutthroat realm of politics.

Being brought to a meeting room not long after their arrival, Marek had already been present and seated, and wasted no time once the pleasantries were done to listen to what they needed to say. He nodded along solemnly until the end, pausing briefly as if pondering deeply into their words before finally speaking up. "Depending on the amount of refugees that are in question, there's a few different options we've got on the table." Marek's lips curled into a grin as he presented the same Brochure which they were given before. "Aside from being the Senate of this world, I've gathered a bit of a reputation with my investments as a Venture Capitalist in and around the Colonies over the years." He'd point to the brochure, specifically the section on its locations.

"Each of these locations and their accompanying facilities are capable of housing up to two-hundred employees long-term, along with an accompanying four-hundred and seventy-five temporary occupants give or take, dependent upon sector regulations, of course." There was always a bit of wiggle room one could afford with private industries, but in any case the brochure would point out Ord Mantell, Manaan, Gyndine and Shili. A few others planets were listed as future developments over the next five years. "I've also discussed with my team on a more... long-term, expansive solution as well." His lips curled in quiet anticipation, the Senator clearly having put some thought into this with genuine interest.

"If you're interested in hearing it out, of course."

Tilon Quill

 

[Tilon Quill]

Tilon tried to keep disappointment off his face. Every one of those worlds was in striking range of the Empire. He'd spent years on Manaan and worried often about when the Selkath would next find themselves in the line of fire; the battle there not long before he was born had seen the Jedi sink Ahto City, and all kinds of other atrocities.

Also, the 'company town' undertone scared the shavvit out of him.

"The refugees I'm working with," he said after a beat, "they don't want to settle so close to the war if they can help it. They're hoping for a home that's farther out. We've got the station facilities already. What we're after is a place to anchor those stations long-term. What industries are you talking about, and what's the other possibility you had in mind?"

Marek Bancroft