Hira Mitsae
Ain't No Rest For The Wicked
[member="Matsu Xiangu"] | [member="Gerion Ardik"] | [member="Vrag"]
‘In the land of the blind, the one-eyed man is a King.’ it was a quote, a sentence from a bygone era and just like that it popped up in Irani’s head as he awaited the preliminary test results of this new project. He wasn’t entirely too sure why the quote decided to get stuck in his head, it didn’t seem to have any relevance to the subject at hand nor did it have any insights to offer for the situation currently enfolding. But that was the way of things when you were handling esoteric arts, magics did not offer you exactly what you wanted, most of the time it was pure hindsight that would make you facepalm and say: ‘Oh, is that what they meant?’
The project at hand was a true doozy, it would revolutionize the way products were manufactured - at least that was the entire idea, if it would actually be reasonable and manageable… that remained to be seen. There were several issues that needed to be resolved, before it could get that far though. Location; that one seemed simple enough, but boy… was that an illusion for ya. Technology; they had the concept, but there were still kinks to correct and numbers to crunch. There was more, but that was the basic jist for the moment and it would have to do.
Technology could be solved though, maybe not easily, but do-able in the grand scheme of things. Irani was a collector, or rather Carach was one, and through access to the literal horde of treasure accumulated over the years there was one distinct ‘artifact’ that gave him an advantage in the quest to come. Darth Revan’s Mask. It had once been in the possession of an illustrious Sith Lord, though illustrious was a bit too kind considering his name was already forgotten by the writer, in a duel it was lost to another man; who in turn also lost it to the tides of time, that was about when Carach stepped in- then still known as Ovmar and bought the artifact on an auction.
History lessons aside, the mask contained knowledge within it. During the time that Revan had been a Sith Lord he had almost never parted with the mask, instead opting to wear it as a reminder of the sacrifices made and the sacrifices that would need to be made in the future, an attitude that worked for Irani’s benefit right now. It was this knowledge that allowed the businessman to have some inside info on the workings on various… subjects that would be of use for them later on.
Still waiting on those test results he finally tapped a few buttons on his datapad and send invites to three specific individuals. Xiangu, Ardik and Vrag. Three Sith Lords of power, who would probably be very interested in this little venture. He hadn’t played around with Matsu for a while now, was about time that this changed; Ardik had always loved the more ingenious ways of earning capital ships full with credits and Vrag… well… the Beast relished a good old fashion slaughterhouse.
They wouldn’t be disappointed in this little adventure.