Private Job Finished, Profit Given

[Casany Praxor]

Spoiler: Music OOC

Mountain chains. Mesas. Plains. Islands. The planet Ord Mantell was rich and diverse with its terrain as much as its settlements. It boasted the homes of a number of diverse species amid its cities stretched end to end, no different from others in competition, only there was one difference if one could afford to tell.

A certain visitor to this planet didn’t care for it or its competitors, to be honest. She came for business and hers was specific as she ventured for her employer’s abode; the corporate headquarters over which he ruled.

KGM. This was the abbreviation for Adrikobe Kellrule’s Kellrule Galactic Metalworking. Corporation. Conglomerate. Private limited company (PLC) in other words or whatever best achieved its leader’s efforts—it didn’t matter to her except for the credits it tendered.

This business entity had since expanded into the vast expanse beyond the planet, ventured into politics, and all the better for her or whoever. Profit for them meant payment for this particular Mandalorian bounty hunter.

Battle was her profession, given the blasters and daggers at her hip, the beskad at her back beside the carbine, backpack and jetpack, the vambraces with gadgets, and the helmet with the unmistakable black T-shaped visor that any idiot could take for a Mandalorian’s, not to mention the grenades.

“Anvil,” the feminine voice escaped in modulated form. The woman stood head to toe in red gold alloy, with a crimson cloak draping over her shoulder; one of which depicted a golden sun sigil, and the other pauldron offered a black anvil signet.

“I’m here to meet with your employer,” she informed the receptionist. She was expected, unless someone made a mistake, of which she had no time for delayed appointments. She was here to get paid in one form or the other and would not wait all day. Neither would KGM’s competition, at that rate.

Adrikobe Kellrule

 

[Adrikobe Kellrule]

Looking up from her computer, the receptionist made an almost uncanny smile, though it was genuine.

"Mr. Kellrule told me he was expecting you, he seemed really wowed by your resumé!" She spoke in a chipper tone, before pressing a comlink on her desk.

"The Hunter is on the way up!" She spoke, a muffled reply from Adrikobe could be heard, though, it was rather faint given his monotone voice.

"Take the elevator to floor 77. That's our lucky number! It's the only room on the level, you can't miss it! Good luck!" After directing you, the receptionist then returned to her duties, averaging around 80 words a minute, simultaneously answering a holocall with the speed of a quickdraw.

Your attention was then turned to elevator in the center of the room. The building was shaped like a large spire, the circular form shrinking with each level upwards, until finally stopping.

The ride up was shockingly quick, though, one shouldn't be surprised, given building five times as tall were scaled in roughly the same amount of time.

The elevator tube's door slid open, revealing a well-furnished hall. The floors were... polished wood, uniquely, with a fine carpet leading down the hall to a set of fancy steel double-doors, which seemed to be engraved with golden markings.

The doors slid open as you approached, revealing Adrikobe's office. There, the Gilded man sat in a fancy leather chair, a window behind his desk which gave him an excellent view of the capital city. The room itself was equally as well furnished, with bookshelves and an assortment of baubles scattered around.

Across from Adrikobe sat a well-dressed Rodian woman, whom Adrikobe was conversing with. Seeing you enter, he glanced back to the Rodian.

"Maclunkey, nээdо: Du уо bu сора." He stated in a warm (almost nostalgic) tone, bowing his head, watching as she left, before his eyes flickered to you.

The room now clear, he spoke:
"Be seated." His tone had shifted sharply, as he motioned to one of the chairs in front of his desk. This wasn't out of disrespect, he simply knew when someone preferred to cut straight to the point.

As you did so, he continued, reclining in his seat slightly. There was silence for a short period, except for the... clock, which ticked slowly.

"Despite what you may assume about me, I still hold a deep respect for traditional employment practices, when possible of course, but especially concerning this manner of employment." His fingers steepled.

"Your file caught my attention, and your record seems professional enough. More importantly though: clean enough. I hold no doubts concerning your abilities, so we shall instead discuss the details, and your preferred manner of payment." With that he paused, stating:

"However, there is one subject which has interest. Why choose to work for me?" He promptly leaned back in his chair, giving you the floor.

Casany Praxor