Lions, Tigers, and Vong oh my!

[Miss Blonde]

Yuuzhan'Tar
Un'Khaarga Port city

[member="Ethan Alde"]

Patricia was new to this whole corporation thing, but she knew one thing was certain. That in the game she played it was best to have every single asset opened up to you, even if it meant working with some shady people. One of those folks being the new owner of Spaarti Industries the galaxies leading cloning corporation that had been providing the galaxy with those wonderful little tubes for centuries.

But the fact of the matter was that Patricia just didn't have the cash to go off on this little venture herself. The Yuuzhan Vong on this planet didn't appreciate technology so it was best to stick to the port city and buy a corporate office that would relay out to the Yuuzhan Vong out in the wastes to try and get a few shapers on their payroll. Not that Vong accepted money on this planet, but that's where Spaarti came Into the equation.

Reclaimer had nothing to offer the Vong that they wanted, but Spaarti did. Spaarti could take anything they made, clone it, ship it back to them with hundreds more, and take a little off the top. And Reclaimer could use those items in their weapon lines to help combat force users. So a reclaimer could pay Spaarti with guns, vehicles, and other products to guard their facilities along with splitting profits with them on weapons that they sold.

So the plan was simple, Patricia had purchased a large warehouse on the planet. Afterwards the CEOs would get in touch with the black market here that operated on trade rather than currency, speak with a few people on getting a hook up with the shapers and cut them a deal on more product to push and trade back rather than being limited to what they had on the planet.

So Patricia stood next to the man as they toured their new warehouse and facility together. It was massive to say the least and capable of pushing thousands of metric tons of product out of this port. After a quick chat they would travel to the city with the largest crime rate to hook up with the black market dealers.

"Mister Alde, you do remember the plan yes?" the woman said with a soft and gentle voice to her new business partner.

 

[Other Space Kaiden]

[member="Patricia Susan Garter"]

The outside was a lot smaller than the inside. Smiling, Ethan nodded as his eyes slowly drifted from corner to corner of the massive warehouse. This building had to be able to fit thousands of tons worth of goods on the floor alone. Once shelves and proper storage areas were designated this place would be able to hold enough guns and cloning vats to start an army. One that could make Palpatine piss his skirt with envy. Ethan had to admit that Patricia had made a good effort towards breaking the stereotype of blondes being completely idiotic.

"Mister Alde, you do remember the plan yes?" Well that was a nice thought while it lasted.

Sighing, Ethan turned a sharp gaze to the young woman, "young lady, I remember every meal I devoured while you were still struggling to remember not to go wee-wee in your diaper."

Stepping forward a few paces, Ethan brought his hands to a gentle clasp behind his back. This was good work on her end yes, but this was still just small potatoes. The dull appetizer that you scarf down on your way to a mouth watering main course. The wife you make love to until your mistress shows up for the rough stuff that really gets you hot under your powder white collar.

"I've been thinking Ms. Garter and I've decided that my company will be commandeering additional space in this little shanty of ours. Black market goods and weapons are useful for my company, yes, but I need more than just space to store your lifetime supply of tampons." The aged businessman spoke with an power tangible enough that you could taste it on your tongue like blood; his voice never losing a spec of his cowboy swagger. Ethan's black suit caught wind as he spun on heel and brought down his dagger gaze on the blonde, "I'm sure you understand that my company could make fine use of these lifeforms that the Vong seem so proud of. However, my current establishment has no means of properly analyzing the technology of these fascinating creatures and I do believe this building will do quite nicely."

A thick finger shot to the far side of the facility, the tip tracing the edges of the wall. "I think that wall there could stand to be pushed back a few meters to provide some of the extra space I need. I don't wish to impeded on your space more than I possibly would need to."

 

[Miss Blonde]

[member="Ethan Alde"]

Well that was rude, and well it was nothing that Patricia wasn't used to. Especially in being a woman, most men saw the hair the breasts and the way she dressed and assumed she didn't know what she was doing. But Patricia wasn't going to let the man's insults phase her, if anything they gave her an advantage. If he went in believing she was an idiot then she could play him, it was always nice to play the fool every now and then. But for now it was time to talk business about what their current mission was here, right after she put the man In his place.

"Oh that's hilarious and reminds me of something, while you were remembering every meal you ate and having a doctor stick his finger up your ass to find out why you couldn't pee as well as you used to I was running the galaxies largest criminal organization worth quintillions of credits. And you know what I just had a thought, how about we push my life time supply of tampons over there and we just build another addition to the warehouse. You know we have the technology believe it or not." she said in a almost sarcastic tone that she reserved for disciplining her daughter.

"Now if you're done trying to convince me how big your penis is we can call some contractors to start building an addition here and make our appointment with the trandoshian's who run the black market one city over." Patricia said and turned around to start walking towards the door where a very defended shuttle was waiting.

This was Yuuzhan'tar after all, not really the greatest place in the galaxy so having some hired muscle to help out was always a plus around here.

 

[Other Space Kaiden]

[member="Patricia Susan Garter"]

Quite a temper this one had. Ethan didn't seem phased at all by her sudden backlash, at least she wasn't going to bend over and let him stick his foot up her ass.

"You have spunk Patricia, I like that in my escorts." Stepping to the woman's side, Ethan swept a quick finger through her hair, brushing a stray strand of blonde thread over her shoulder. "I don't like my side-women to be too smart and that hot blood of yours keeps you nice and dull."

With snake-oil smile, Ethan placed his hands on Garter's shoulders and moved to turn her towards the wall he had previously indicated. "Now I did say I wanted to push that wall back darlin' it's called a figure of speech, you should try your hand at it sometime." Spinning on heel once again, Ethan started towards the door of the warehouse with hands clasped at the spine.

"Oh and a word to the wise sugar cookie, don't try to impress a man of my stature by flaunting around the fact that you made money in a line of work notorious for its being so easy a slow, mindless caveman could do it." Taking his respirator from his pocket, Ethan placed it over his face as the doors parted. The toxic atmosphere outside was flooded with harsh morning sunlight that painted Ethan's massive shadow across the floor of the building; casting it over the thin Patricia.

Stopping the in the door way, Ethan looked back with a toothy grin. "And if you are so interested in seeing my neither reaches I'm sure something can be arranged." Sticking his sunglasses on his face, Ethan exited the building. "Just don't whine if it pokes your eye out."

 

[Miss Blonde]

[member="Ethan Alde"]


Stepping into the shuttle after Ethan the blonde sat across from him and began to pour herself a glass of water from the built in cooler next to them. Pausing for a moment she took a sip then set the cup down in a black painted cup holder by her side. There were words that needed to be said to Ethen, most of which were very bad words that she didn't say in front of her daughter. But if this man was going to work with her he needed to be brought up to speed on a few things.

"Three things Mister Alde. One, I'm happily married. Two, I'm not your escort I'm your business partner. And three, if you ever touch me again like that I'm going to break your hand, then I'm going to tell my husband and he'll break your other hand. We'll even make a date night out of it, now I'm sure we've both done nefarious deeds in the dark but black market negotiations are something I have more experience in so let me do the talking. Right now I need you to tell me what you want from them specifically, crab armor, Amphistaffs, etc etc." she said firmly then moved on to more important things.

The shuttle took off and headed for Zerus-Tule, the city with the highest amount of crime on Yuuzhan'tar. She really didn't want to go there but it was a necessity. Standing up in the cabin Patricia walked over to a small trunk on the side and opened it up to show a set of phrik armor she kept with her. Letting her little red dress drop down to the floor she wore very lacy pink underwear that didn't do a very good job at covering her. The woman began to change Into the armor piece by piece.

"If you have armor I suggest you wear it. Trandoshans are always looking to up their life score, and you do not want to look like food in front of them. That's the last thing you want to do." Patricia kept putting the armor on over the course of the next few minutes until her body was covered by red painted phrik armor.

 

[Other Space Kaiden]

[member="Patricia Susan Garter"]

Ethan couldn't help but chuckle at the girl as she raved on about not touching her and how her husband was going to hold his hand or something like that. This girl was something else, that much was certain. Ethan had to respect anyone with the figurative balls to stand up and throw the punches right back at him. Still, her method was far too forward; it revealed a lot about her personality. Just like with her insults, Ethan figured that Patricia must not be one for subtlety in her business; which explained why she was a two-bit criminal up until recently.

"Perhaps you're right Patricia, I do apologize." Ethan mused, leaning back into his seat and throwing one leg atop the other, "If we are going to be working together we should put forth the proper effort to not tear out each others throats. I just need to make sure that you won't break under pressure. The life of a CEO can be much worse than anything you dealt with during your time as a thug. The men you deal with in this job won't just come after you, they will come after everyone you love to get to you."

"But not just with guns, oh no, they will try to take every dream you've had. They will destroy your image, your company, your relationships, everything you have worked for...then maybe if you are lucky they will kill you."

Ethan watched the woman intently as the blonde moved to the armor set and stripped to her underwear. The old man looked over her body for a second, eyes tracing every inch of smooth skin. "My suit is made from blaster resistant weave, I do believe that will be enough."

He wasn't making any attempt to hide his stare, he checked the woman out freely as if he had no worries that this woman may or may not shoot him. "You know something Patricia...your rear is" Shaking his head slowly, Ethan smiled "much too flat and your body could use a good few pounds, you know men like women with more than bird meat on their bones."

 

[Miss Blonde]

[member="Ethan Alde"]

"And you have a shriveled up old penis that can't satisfy a woman, but hey you don't see me saying anything about that." Patricia paused for a moment.

"Dick." she said before sitting down on the leather seats.

Reaching beneath the seat she pulled out another decent sized case then opened it up to show a pulse rifle and two Czerka pistols. Grabbing the two twin lead spitting beauties Patricia placed them in her holsters and put a few spare magazines in her tactical vest. Reaching down she grabbed her pulse rifle and loaded a magazine into it, sliding the bolt back she chambered a round then flicked the safety on.

"You look like food, soft, pudgy, tasty food." Patricia reached into the case in front of her and pulled out a nasty looking shotgun after loading it with a few bird and buckshots she threw it her way so it would land on his lap with the strap attached to it.

"Sling that on your back, it's not a request. These guys will eat you alive if they think you are weak, it's not for your safety it's for mine." Patricia placed her assault rifle on her lap in a upright position with the stock on her thigh.

The shuttle landed and soon the sounds of the driver getting out to come and open the door was heard.

"And whatever you do, don't talk about their life score." she said to him with a very stern voice.

 

[Other Space Kaiden]

[member="Patricia Susan Garter"]

"You are quite the charmer, Mrs. Garter." Ethan mused as he slung the shotgun over his shoulder and stepped out of door as it was opened from the outside. "what in worlds is a life sore?" Ethan asked as he studied the surroundings. The Vong were a species that Ethan admired in many ways. They were willing to do what had to be done for the advancement of their own species. They would willingly deform their own bodies to augment them with beautifully crafted additions to themselves; everything about their technology was centered around the upgrading of natural life really. In that regard they were much more effective than species of this galaxy. They didn't upgrade their inventions like Ethan's kind did, the upgraded themselves.

 

[Miss Blonde]

[member="Ethan Alde"]

"Just don't say anything about it, that's all you need to know." Patricia ordered then stepped outside.

The humid air hit her helmet hard and she would of felt it, but luckily her suit was top of the line and could handle various climates and adjust to make her body as cool and comfortable as it could. So she exited the shuttle and kept her rifle in a relaxed but at the ready position where she could easily lift it and fire at whoever.

The sight they came to was a rather simple one, a run down clearing between buildings that were not of Vong making. This place was truly a shit hole and Patricia didn't like the area at all. Ahead of them was a tent where two trandoshan soldiers stood outside of holding rifles. Patricia hoped they weren't looking to add a few notches to their belt for the great scoreboard in the sky. So she stepped forward with Ethan with a tall and confident stride, it was better to look like that than to appear weak to the bastards. So the two of them marched past the trandoshan guards and into the tent where they were confronted by more guards and a elderly trandoshan sitting at a table.

"Pleasssse ssssit" the trandoshan said to the two of them.

"We'll stand thank you, now cut the crap and let's get down to business." she said in a firm tone.

 

[Other Space Kaiden]

[member="Patricia Susan Garter"]

"Now, now Patricia there is no need to not be civil" Ethan pushed, moving past his blonde haired partner and taking a seat in front of the ugly reptile. Ethan might have been a crude man, but he was a man of tradition. When you first met a potential business partner, you treated them with curtsey until you had to blow their head off. Turning back to Patricia, Ethan motioned for her to sit down; his other hand slowly diving into his pants pocket and gripping the triple thread dusters he had grown so accustom to.

Placing the rings around his fingers, Ethan brought the dusters out and hid his armed hand next to this thigh; slug thrower aimed directly at the elderly alien. "Now come on and take a seat, I don't like doing business on my feet; its much too taxing."

 

[Miss Blonde]

[member="Ethan Alde"]

"Yessss, pleassse sssit." the trandoshan said in it's thick reptilian accent.

"I'll stand, thank you." Patricia had good reason for this after all.

Rule one, you never turned your back on a criminal at a meeting. And rule two, you never turned your back on a trandoshan criminal at a meeting on Yuuzhan'tar of all places where they could shoot you in the back and not even bother to bury you. Not that there would be anything to bury, they would eat you down to the bone before they were done with you. So it was in both Patricia and Ethan's best interest that the woman provide watch over the scaley bastards. Not that she was racist or anything, you just learned to not trust these types of people when living in the criminal world.

"Missster Alde isss it? What can I do for you and your wonderful friend here." the man said as he steepled his claws together.

Patricia would let Alde do most of the talking, he was better at these sorts of things and he knew the plan after all. Trade the trandoshan's guns and other services for access to their black market connection where they could have a direct link to purchase Vong tech off of Yuuzhan'tar's black market. Maybe even set up shop and get some shaping hands off the Vong here.

 

[Other Space Kaiden]

[member="Patricia Susan Garter"]

"Well you can do us quite a few things, I assure you. For starters I and Misses Garter here would like for you to get us in contact with those delightful shapers I hear so much about. You do that, then perhaps we can talk business about how you can assist us in transporting Vong goods to and from my facilities." Ethan paused, leaning back in his seat and keeping the slug thrower trained on the Trandoshan.

He hated not having his guards around, but they had to keep a low profile until the deal was done.

 

[Miss Blonde]

[member="Ethan Alde"]

The trandoshan put his claws up to his snout and began to tap a jagged claw against his snout as if he were pondering what the human had just told him. He mulled over it for a minute or two then spoke in a very stern and firm tone as any alpha male trandoshan would.

"Well I ssssupose I could get in touch with a few of the contactssss in Vong country. But cusssstom ordersss from the Vong are tough to get. Now from what I hear about your corporation you have ysalamir, my boysss and I love to hunt Jed'aii. You hook usss up with enough for my hunting partiesss and weaponsss from your assssociste. And l'll call in some favorsss. But let'sss get one thing ssstraight. The Vong will produce a handful of cusstom things, after that you are on your own missster clone man." the trandoshan said laying out the terms for what they wanted.

Patricia was alright with things so far, she was a little iffy that the guns were going to Trandoshans to hunt force users. But you had to break a few eggs to make an omelet. It hurt her a bit, but in the end it was for the greater good.

"Do we have a deal?" the lizard said with a devilish grin.

 

[Other Space Kaiden]

[member="Patricia Susan Garter"]

Ethan didn't say a word for the longest time, he just starred right back at the elderly trandoshan. Hunting Jedi was a dangerous business and he didn't like the idea that these ugly lizards would get caught and start spitting out how they got a hold of the Ysalamir. That was a risk he didn't like to take lightly. If he was going to risk that much his neck, he wanted to make sure these ugly things understood the score.

Leaning deep into the table, Ethan locked his cold eyes straight onto the Trandoshans. "I do think that is acceptable. But let me get one thing straight with you." Ethan's cowboy swagger had evaporated, replaced with the frigid dialect of a boy who'd grown up on the planet of criminals. "If your boys get caught hunting Jedi and they start singing about where they got those lizards, I won't come for them. I'll come for you." Ethan paused for a brief second before continuing. "I won't kill you though, I'll keep you nice in fresh in our clone coolers. Chop off all your limbs and watch them grow back so I can do it again. If you die and can just clone you and start it all over again."

"Then if I get bored I won't even have the chapel boy's curtsey to put you out of your slimy misery. I'll just fly over to Gratos, leave your half conscious corpse in a swamp somewhere." Leaning back from the table, Ethan's lips curled into the friendliest smile you could ever expect from a put together man like himself. "Does that arrangement sound zipper tight to you?"

 

[Miss Blonde]

[member="Ethan Alde"]

There was a long moment of silence in the room and you could cut into it with a knife, guns were being raised slowly and Patricia began to start counting targets. Three on the right, two on the left, four by the door, this wasn't looking good. Patricia slowly reached down and clicked the safety off of her weapon and figured the best way to start was to waste the boss. But as the seconds dragged on the Trandoshan boss looked at Ethan dead in the eyes and laughed.

Rolling slimey reptilian laughter echoed from the men's chest as he slammed his hand on the table. A genuine smile formed on the lizard's face and rows of teeth shown in the light of the tent.

"I like you, you'll make a good partner." the lizard said with another little chuckle.

Tensions eased and Patricia relaxed slightly knowing she didn't have to kill everyone in the room or die trying.

"We have a deal Missster Alde. You'll of course underssstand that we won't be sssigning papers. You know what with thiss being the black market." the trandoshan slide a communicator number across the table to the man.

"You have my number, now get the hell out of my tent." and with that the deal was over and the Trandoshans would have access to some of the best quality guns and the rarest force blocking lizard in the galaxy.

Patricia moved over to Ethan and made her way to the door her guard still very much up.

 

[Other Space Kaiden]

[member="Patricia Susan Garter"]

As Ethan turned to leave, he picked up the communicator number from the table and gave that same snake oil smile to Patricia. Taking a place beside her, Ethan stuffed the number and the dusters back into his pocket. "When you speak the language everything falls into place." Ethan mused as they exited the tent back into the hot Vong air. This hadn't been the first time he'd been more than a little violent when dealing with potential partners. Where he came from, that was basically your average corporate meeting wrapped up into a nice ten minute ball.

Crossing the distance back to the speeders, Ethan couldn't stop smiling. "This is a fantastic start to an even more fantastic relationship Mrs. Garter. We work well you and I."

 

[Miss Blonde]

[member="Ethan Alde"]

Patricia walked to the shuttle with Ethan and flicked the safety back for the rifle. Afterwards she sat back on the expensive leather seats and let out a very large sigh of relief. That went well as far as black market meetings with Trandoshans could go. And Ethan handled himself very well, she was surprised a pasty business man like himself could handle himself so well around blood thirsty monsters with a hard on for hunting anything and everything.

So Patricia reached to her side and grabbed a manilla envelope that was near her weapons case. It was a contract between Spaarti and Reclaimer, essentially it stated that each corporation would supply the other in the areas they were lacking. Reclaimer would sell discounted vehicles and weapons to Spaarti and in return Spaarti would also supply Reclaimer with their services and goods. A mutual relationship that would benefit both companies. It also stated that weapons would be sold through reclaimer and biological enhancements and everything else would be sold through Spaarti and each company would split profits 90/10 for each sale to help the other out. And of course each corporation had the right to terminate the contract at any time.

Patricia lifted up the document signed it then tossed it to Ethan along with a pen.

"I think this will work out just fine." she said with a smile under her helmet.

 

[Other Space Kaiden]

[member="Patricia Susan Garter"]

Scanning over the contract, Ethan made sure that everything was in tip-top shape. He wanted reclaimer's guns. He wanted their armor and their vehicles. He wanted everything that wasn't nailed down because it meant that his corporation would be just that much more secure. Plus, the mutual research and development was something he was greatly looking forward to. From what he had heard, Reclaimer was beginning to get close ties with the Remnant and that was an organization that highly peaked his interests.

The Remnant was a rapidly growing force in the galaxy and with all that recent commotion with the Sith, he bet they could use his clones. Everybody loved clone. Especially the mindless ones you could throw at enemy lines like spit wads. "Yes, I do believe it will" Ethan echoed, signing his name neatly across the dotted line before passing the contract back.

"My people will be here in the next few weeks to begin setting up my operations."