Ah Commenor. The world held such good memories for the spacer. He committed so many transactions on this planet he had lost count. Some of the security forces and tax officials knew him by name, they had come so accustomed to seeing him around.
Stepping off the Lost Angel, James began walking briskly to the conference room his good friend and business partner Nicademus Blith had told him they would be conducting business. Part of him was here to find a few more good deals and bargins, the other was because his business was the official and exclusive shipping man for all of Blith Tech.
Trotting up the steps James murmured into his encrypted concealed comm, "This is Rogue Three, we be moving into position over."
To anyone else listening in, it would have sounded as little more than a pop song on the channel, however to his head of security the message was loud and clear: stand by for whatever was there. James had garnered no small number of enemies in the process of becoming one of the chief players in the shipping game. Going from the captain of a tramp freighter to an admiral over thousands of tonnage made him a true rags-to-riches story, despite how his clothing looked. A large portion of the cash was sunk into the private army that was standing by a few seconds away, waiting on his beck and call.
At last stepping into the room in a cloud of cigarette smoke, James grinned at the occupants. There was Lady Kay, he was wondering if she forgave him yet, there was Nicademus, and there was a pair of strangers he didn't know.
With a charming smile he took a seat, "Apologies, mates for being late, the traffic here was from Primevil hell," he offered a bottle of Corellia's finest ale, "What have I missed?"
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