Mandokarla Market Day (With Contracts!) - open to all Mando buyers/sellers

[Jorga the Hutt]

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Five posts in this thread equal one contract with Bard Independent, a Tier 5 Workshop.​

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By hook and by crook, Connory had arranged for the Mandalorians to conquer this market. Not by force, of course, but by just plain selling the best stuff -- to the locals and to each other. The Mandokarla meeting on Dxun had left him certain that plenty of his countryfolk had insanely good wares to offer. He'd reached out to them with an invitation: show up, do business. Since they were Mandos, too, he fully expected them to take the initiative, make contacts, and hammer out deals. The future, after all, was Mandalorian.

For his part, he wandered between stalls. He'd left a couple of Mandalorian employees at the Bard Independent stall in full beskar'gam. Their job involved demonstrating Mircinuur Isolation Projectors, Bloodtrace Scanpacks, Nanorazers, Sundering magcharge pistols, and the new alloy hextrine, among other things. No point in showing up to a cookout empty-handed. Connory focused on other people's booths, though. He already knew about his own technology, after all.

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[member="Kaine Australis"] [member="Gray Raxis"] [member="Serilda Rekali"] [member="Koda Fett"] [member="Alkor Centaris"] [member="Mishka Larraq"] [member="Jaster of Clan Awaud"] [member="Gilamar Skirata"] [member="Roy Americus"] [member="Shia Kryze"] [member="Entye Shysa"] [member="Njiod Shysa"] [member="Hard Luck Frank"] [member="Kad Har'rangir"] [member="Betty Americus"] [member="Kista Bralor "]

 

[Mishka Larraq]

After embarrassing herself on Dxun, watching the forum devolve into petty arguments, and shambling back to her shuttle to escape her own shame at the awkwardness of public speaking, Mishka had found herself particularly surprised to receive an invitation from Mr Connory and the Mandokarla society to bring herself and 'her wares' to... well, Mishka called it a flea market. She had no idea what people in more civilized corners of the galaxy would call it, but she was calling it a flea market. Mishka had loaded her poor, ancient Aka'jor shuttle with quite nearly everything that wasn't nailed down in the family store room, had included a handful of wooden benches and tables, and made her way to meet up with the Mandokarla on whatever backwater world she had been led to.

The small city-like trading post was a jumbled mess of exposed piping and haphazardly placed wood and sheet metal plating. And yet, there was a sort of rustic charm to it and the modest people who called it home. Mishka liked the brightly colored robes and head-scarfs the locals wore, and enjoyed the mixture strong spices, cooking fires, and industrial grease that filled the air. When she first arrived, she had spent an hour just wandering around and enjoying the sights and smells of the foreign market. Eventually finding a lovely clearing on a rickety wooden walkway with a breathtaking view of one of the city's many sprawling lower levels, Mishka had marked the spot as 'claimed' and spent the next hour and a half lugging her supplies to the spot. Maybe it was a little far away from the landing pads... but Mishka loved the view.

She had sent up several uneven tables and benches along the front and on either side of her little area, with the back of her stall flush against a wall made of loose wooden planks and thin metal sheets that had somehow avoided rusting in spite of their neglect. Mishka had nailed a few wooden posts onto the wooden walkway and erected a blue fabric tarp over her makeshift stall, providing just the right amount of shade while somehow managing to make the whole cluster of miss-matched wooden tables look somehow... intentional and somewhat professional.

Mishka liked her little shop and felt it meshed well with what the locals were using for their own shops.

Mishka had several swords, axes, pikes, and other bladed weapons arranged in various barrels along the back of the shop. Metal plates were stacked on shelves and full suits of armor were set on cheap mannequins. Stacks of shields were leaning against one another in the back of the shop and specialty crates and boxes and chest dotted the stalls. Skilled eyes might pick out Terentatek leather lining several of the boxes and chests, others possessed an odd, waxy finish to them. But at the front and sides of the stall, the tables had been covered in various fabric sheets of colors that did not even attempt to match. Upon those sheets and tables, display items had been placed. A wide range of Mandalorian Steel and Beskar bladed weapons covered the tables. Of particular note would be Aran'aliik Gaid shields, Kandosii Shukalar hammers, Jetii B'kyramud Meshurkaan axes, Oshik'la Kalikir swords, Bes'manda Ori'kad swords, and Gadi Gaide B'manda bracers. In flat display cases lined with Terentatek leather on five sides and a glass top covered in an odd waxy finish, several examples of Chaab'kad weapons and Chaab'gaid shields sat for public view. Their specially designed cases protecting any hapless passerby from exposure to the peculiar properties of the metal they were made from.

A small furry Ursine golem clad in a small Beskar helmet and beskar chest piece sat upon a small wooden stool towards the back of her makeshift stall, it's little, fingerless, hairy arms crossed in front of its chest with the cutest little Beskad and Holdout Blaser secured to its hips with a little leather belt. The cutest little security guard you ever did see.

After taking a few moments to take in the result of her work, and reveling in modest pride at how well it had come together, Mishka took up position in her shop and stood ready to greet any would-be customers.

 

[Shia Kryze]

Kryze had come, in not a small amount of force actually - they were not the biggest player on the Mandalorian market, but they were... eclectic.

The brightly armoured clansmen and women had equally brightly painted ships, featuring hawk and bird designs prominent among them and their 'booth' was a riot of colour and light, along with the roars of several rare exotic animals in cages - remarkably well kept, clean and humane cages - but still cages, because the big draw beasts were... lively. But equally, if you wanted a rare pet from any planet in half a sector, rows of tanks, cages and one small aviary offered up the products of one of the premier hunting clans.

Placed neatly alongside this were the designs - and scale models - of the terraforming stations constructed by the clan, along with reps from the clans ecological survey teams, their assessment and planning departments and a couple of sales people who looked rather out of place. Detailed models of the Kryze efforts in reconstruction of Mandalore and in the population of the Eyrie as an ecological lifeboat were available as demonstrations of newly learned skills.

Terraforming requires hulls, and so alongside this were the ship builder reps, who showed off designs for smaller vessels, terraforming scout corvettes, advanced military frigates (not for sale, but the next generation interceptor frigate was due to come out of R & D soon) and, for select and interested customers, the advanced prototype ionite torpedo array. The future, claimed Kryze reps, was in shield-killers and advanced ion weaponry. After all, what good was a vessel that was blown out of the sky, compared to one you'd captured? The market segment they were aiming for there was pretty obvious.

 

[Jaster Awaud]

He probably went a little too far with purchasing a building to showcase his business, but what was the point of having a Construction Company as a subsidiary if you could not fix a little shop into a show room. He only placed his hand on his face as he knew very well that his assistant, Angelic, was the cause of this little outburst of energy. He did not let her do a lot of planning on this scale and this being the first time the UTC had put up a market since its inception over 12 years ago, well she was right to be excited. However, this was the reason he never wanted to set up a shop in the first place, they were traders, not much to sell if you just transporting other peoples goods.

This did not stop the employees to go a little to far out with their planning and construction. It was still very much a corner shop off the main road, only a large UTC holo-sign glowed above the door to set it apart form the rest. Inside it was completely open floored, separated into four different division within the Conglomerate, all use to be partner companies till they were bought out and integrated.

The first section was part of the Weapons and Development Division within the UTC, behind thick Solarium Glasteel were RX-329 Blaster Rifle and the Beta Blaster. Generic weapons that were used by common soldier, in display cases were the Kullin Wrist Blaster and a Snips Sniper Rifle. There was also a list of weapons modifications for ships that the company assisted with attaching and modifying to ships. Moving on to the Ship's Division, they were more like a Hover Car Show, with the ships being displayed in Holographic Form to cut down in actually showing the ship in real life. Jaster only asked that the smaller Fighters and Frigates be introduced here, as this was for smaller independent owners. Though there were listings of the larger ships were listed and could be asked about. The next area was all about the Trade Side of their buisness, and as such the UTC had agreements with many of the national level players in the galaxy, as well as planetary. Agreements arranged from the First Order to the Rebel Alliance, and the Republic Remnant to the Fel Empire, not as large as the ATC, but they could get the job done and safely. The last area was their Mining Operations, on display were the many rare deposits they had access to, such as the discovered Zeltec Ultra-Anium, and DZ Conduits. There was also areas from his mining operations of Stygium Crystals and Nova Crystals his company worked very hard to get.

Jaster only looked at the center piece to the whole room, and that being the Genome Cylinder, one of his first creations and something he still used to this day. It was flanked by four Mantanites and two Co-Tamp beast, the creatures he created by messing with the genetic structure of other sentient life. In truth, Jaster was proud of it, but seeing it in person made him embarrassed about the whole thing.

"I am gonna head out for some Caf, I will be back later." Jaster turned to leave, and before his assistant could put up a fuss he was out and about. He more was interested to see what the other Mandalorians brought to the table then what he had to show off. Manda help him get through the day.

[member="Shia Kryze"] [member="Mishka Larraq"] [member="Connory"]

 

[Shia Kryze]

Shia was attracted by the cooing of her technicans first, then by the small crowd who had gathered in [member="Jaster of Clan Awaud"]'s display.

Honestly, she spent a good half a minute admiring the sniper rifle - but military weapons were not really her thing, except for practical purposes. Her preference was for the hunting and survialist end of the market. Still...

... her attention was pulled, literally, by a cousin who dragged her over to the Genome Cylinder.

"Okay." She declared, putting a hand on the young bioengineers shoulder. "I agree, we want one. Actually, I want fifty. But I don't think they'll sell, Jakara."

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Meanwhile, half of the entire Styrix and Cloudforest Owls were gathered around [member="Connory"]'s workshop.

"Do you think?" Shia's elder sister asked, peering at the new metal. "We could talk them into making a heavy slug throwing hunting rifle that can fire this as ammo?"

"How heavy?" One of the others asked.

"Well, we need a new Krayt-killer, and think of the look on Shia's face if we came back with one, vod." Katara new exactly what Shia's face would look like, a six year old with a new toy.

"What? Why not a survival rifle. Say, a bolt action, mag-fed model? She's always at war these days, cross the old scout rifle with this?" A twi'lek in beskar'gam asked with a flick of his headtails that indicated that he'd like one, thank you very much. "Something that'll put holes in a rancor if you need to."

"Oh come on. Need? Or greed? Besides, it'd do her good to get back to her roots, eh?"

((More coming, squeezing multiple visits into a single post seemed silly))

 

[Jorga the Hutt]

[member="Shia Kryze"]

It transpired that Bard Independent's stall attendant -- a Herglic in skimpy beskar'gam -- had good news and bad news. The bad news was that Bard Independent didn't typically make slugthrowers. The good news? They did make hextrine ammunition in a variety of calibers, including the sizes most compatible with Mandalorian sniper rifles.

Also, the attendant put out a couple of interesting new lots: the axe and helmet of Mandalore the Enduring.

[member="Jaster of Clan Awaud"]

Connory had various associates on site, primed and ready for good deals. One, a short, muscular woman in beskar’kandar, found herself fascinated by the Zeltec ultranium.

“These Zeltec,” she said to the attendant. “An alien civilization?”

[member="Mishka Larraq"]

Connory paused in front of the lovingly crafted shop. “I've heard of these,” he said, pointing to the Gemcutter axes. “Jedi-killers, yes? Incremental Force severing? How many are for sale?”

 

[Shia Kryze]

There was a rumble of disappointment, mostly ofset by a much more sudden rush of conversation at the revealing of the two relics.

There were considerably mixed feelings - the position of Mand'alor wasn't all that of a popular one in this branch of the clan, not because of any single occupant, but much more because of the trouble it seemed to cause.

"Nope. The next person to speak a word against Aghar Fett gets a kick in the teeth." Katara commented lazily, before looking back at the axe and helmet, a gleam in her eye. Political capital was political capital, after all.

"So, I figure those ain't on sale for credits. What does [member="Connory"] want for those?"

 

[Shia Kryze]

[member="Jaster of Clan Awaud"]

"You know." A tech muttered to Shia. "We could use those for Projects Mythosaur."

The eye rolls around the young tech were obvious, no one could clone Mythosaurs, there wasn't enough DNA.

"Hmmm." Shia replied. "I was thinking more project Space Squid."

She walked over to one of the sales reps.

"We'd like to enter into an arrangement to license that technology for use within the clan. We... might also have some interesting propsals for expanding it, longer term. Give us a year or two to work out some kinks."

 

[Shia Kryze]

Sometime later, Shia slipped away from her escorts - family, sometimes you wonder why you bother - and sought out [member="Mishka Larraq"]'s stall.

She spent a little while browsing, but it was pretty obvious it was more for the sake of form than anything else. She knew what she wanted, nodding to one of the Bes'manda Ori'kad on display, she asked quietly.

"How much?"

 

[Mishka Larraq]

[member="Shia Kryze"], [member="Connory"]

Mishka smiled at the man as he stopped in front of her shop, apparently recognizing one of the weapons she had made. "Yes." Mishka said in Mando'a, hoping the man could understand her well enough that she wouldn't have to try and speak in Basic. "I brought a few of them. I think a half-dozen?"

As she spoke to the man, a pale, bald woman approached her stall and browsed coyly for a few moments before nodding towards one of the Bes'manda greatswords and inquiring as to the price. A warm, genuine smile spread on Mishka's face as she looked at the woman. "You have a good eye for weaponry." Mishka said, again in Mando'a. "These are pretty special. Or so I think anyway. I use one myself." She explained as she placed a hand on the hilt of the weapon on her hip. "But I try not to do too many sales." Mishka added. "I mean... for money. The clan likes to stick to trade and bartering as much as possible. If that sounds like something you'd be up to, go ahead and make me an offer. If not... I might still be able to make something happen."

 

[Shia Kryze]

[member="Mishka Larraq"]

Shia nodded, she'd expected that question.

"So, I'm not really a craftswoman - I can get you any animal components you require, live or dead, from any beast in the galaxy. Starship sized ones... I might bargin for a bulk deal with some of your other products."

She grinned.

"Or... if you need somewhere terraformed? Some environmental management? A personal starship - there's a bit of a longer lead time on that - but Kryze have you covered, and since I'm aliit'alor Kryze, I've got you covered."

 

[Mishka Larraq]

[member="Shia Kryze"]


"I..." Mishka began, but paused for a moment as she considered the woman's offer. "One moment." Mishka said, raising her hand with her index finger held up in a fairly universal gesture. Turning from the woman, Mishka walked to the back of he makeshift stall and began to rummage through what looked like a personal bag that one might take on a vacation. After a moment, Mishka returned to the front of her small stall holding a worn, personal notebook and began flipping through pages. "I've heard of a thing..." Mishka began as she continued to flip through the pages. "Created by Sith. A monster of machine and flesh..." She added, letting the words trail off as she flipped the pages. Her hands paused for a moment, and the young woman traced the hand-written words with a finger as she searched for what she needed. "Mechu-Deru. Or, more accurately, the Technobeasts that Sith can create using the technique. I haven't been able to find one myself. So, if you can find some and bring me a... subdued living specimen... I think I could call that an even trade."

 

[Shia Kryze]

Shia considered this for a moment.

"Okay. But it might be a bit... fiesty. I can promise it in a cage, but subduing a Sithspawn is hard enough, one that's a technobeast? I've no idea how it'll react to ion weaponry. If it shrugs that off, we'll have to use a tractor cage and shield protectors to hold it still. That's not an insurmountable problem, but it won't be something you want to leave unattended, you know?"

[member="Mishka Larraq"]​