Judah Dashiell
Salvage Empire
CELESTIA STATION
Sitting behind his desk on Celestia Station, he was in the middle of multitasking. A massive galaxy map was projected above the desk, slowly spinning as it lit up with current and future work sites, along with others to be identified in the short and near term. Work sites were spread along the border of the Sith and High Republic, their most active and credit making region at the moment.
Head was down as he send a message to
Iandre Athlea
on his datapad.I'll be on Belasco for business in roughly ten days. Dinner?
With the personal sorted, he focused the map on that hot zone of salvage activity, narrowing down to just that sector of space. Beginning to pull reports on their profits and losses, challenges in the region, and what battles had just concluded, he was interrupted by his personal assistant.
"Sir, your son is here to see you."
"Which one?"
"The younger one Sir, Balun."
"Did he bring my grandson?"
"I did not see Kellan, Sir." The Chiss paused. "He's wearing Jedi robes."
"Yeah, he's been doing that. Doesn't mean he's on official business, I just don't think the kid has the ability to dress." Judah chuckled a little. "Send him in."
