Historian
KADAVO
Mining Settlement
Harsh and toxic weather, a barren landscape, and remoteness have kept any serious takers from colonizing Kadavo.
Once upon a time, it had been an important pitstop along a prominent slaving route, but that was a long, long time ago. In the recent century, Kadavo remained practically abandoned, save for a single interested party - the Hydian-Wyl Mining Company - which claimed dubious charters from 'local' authorities for exclusive mining rights to the world. For now, their interests are limited to prospecting and the single tiny, unnamed settlement erected to support it.
There was a general store, a company 'office', and some abodes for workers and travellers both.
Inside the cantina was practically the entire population. Workers, spacers, and one archaeologist who had negotiated the rights to excavate a nearby site. Enter Anet.
"Your droids are outdated, underprogrammed, and overpriced. I cannot simply solve this problem by buying more. You will give me a refund, or supply me with better models."
This had all been part of an ongoing argument for the better side of half an hour. She was up against a particularly stubborn Ithorian, who had to rely on a specialized translation device to communicate in basic. There was a small hiccup... The man who sold him the device failed to mention that it was programmed to translate into a very particular dialect.
"Calm ye bouyant bosom, wench, I cannae provide the refund ye seek! I hardly break even as be, 'n ye failed t' mention any fine particularities fer the automatons."
Anet groaned with frustration and brought her fist down onto the table. "We agreed that you would supply good droid workers. Millennia-old cargo haulers and refurbished pit droids are hardly worth their scrap. They've caused more damage to my site than they have helped!"
Mercy
Mining Settlement
Harsh and toxic weather, a barren landscape, and remoteness have kept any serious takers from colonizing Kadavo.
Once upon a time, it had been an important pitstop along a prominent slaving route, but that was a long, long time ago. In the recent century, Kadavo remained practically abandoned, save for a single interested party - the Hydian-Wyl Mining Company - which claimed dubious charters from 'local' authorities for exclusive mining rights to the world. For now, their interests are limited to prospecting and the single tiny, unnamed settlement erected to support it.
There was a general store, a company 'office', and some abodes for workers and travellers both.
Inside the cantina was practically the entire population. Workers, spacers, and one archaeologist who had negotiated the rights to excavate a nearby site. Enter Anet.
"Your droids are outdated, underprogrammed, and overpriced. I cannot simply solve this problem by buying more. You will give me a refund, or supply me with better models."
This had all been part of an ongoing argument for the better side of half an hour. She was up against a particularly stubborn Ithorian, who had to rely on a specialized translation device to communicate in basic. There was a small hiccup... The man who sold him the device failed to mention that it was programmed to translate into a very particular dialect.
"Calm ye bouyant bosom, wench, I cannae provide the refund ye seek! I hardly break even as be, 'n ye failed t' mention any fine particularities fer the automatons."
Anet groaned with frustration and brought her fist down onto the table. "We agreed that you would supply good droid workers. Millennia-old cargo haulers and refurbished pit droids are hardly worth their scrap. They've caused more damage to my site than they have helped!"
Mercy
