Miss Blonde
Trying to be straight in a crooked Galaxy
Miss Blonde was a purveyor of a multitude of both illegal and illegal substances on the black market, which meant as long as you weren't a genocidal maniac she would pretty much sell to anyone. Back door deals for warlords, military generals, dictators, it really didn't matter. So when she was contacted by individuals representing merc companies then she'd have no problem selling to them. However the name -insert clever code name here- was a representive of some organization that sold candy or bullets whatever, honestly blonde didn't care she had certainly done far worse in her life.
"Tell Miss Hadrix's ship that she's clear to land." Blonde said from her office.
On the Black Rose planet of Demonsgate the Demonsreach mining facility was in full swing and ready to send off one of their next shipments of phrik ore or ingots. They did sell the refined phrik but that was normally for preferred customers. Either way she would meet with the woman and be sure to accommodate her needs.
So waiting in her office of the hellish planet the meeting was to go down in a few minutes.
"Tell Miss Hadrix's ship that she's clear to land." Blonde said from her office.
On the Black Rose planet of Demonsgate the Demonsreach mining facility was in full swing and ready to send off one of their next shipments of phrik ore or ingots. They did sell the refined phrik but that was normally for preferred customers. Either way she would meet with the woman and be sure to accommodate her needs.
So waiting in her office of the hellish planet the meeting was to go down in a few minutes.