Judah Dashiell
Salvage Empire
Celestia Station slowly orbited Tabaqui, the planet looking like a verdant gem below. The station was brought in to give Salacia Consolidated a bit of breathing room. When Judah picked the planet to set up shop on, he didn't want to bring sprawl to the area. Scraps, bits of technology, mining would all alter the landscape far too much. Workers for the company had largely settled onto the planet and Nellore, the largest city, had seen growth since their set up years ago.Judah definitely preferred the planet - it was quiet and out of the way.
A good benefit to have in a galaxy that he considered constantly war torn. However, that was a catch twenty-two. War made scrap, keeping one of the branches of his company in business.
He had spent the morning sipping caf and going over reports from crews trawling the space lanes. Business was fairly good. Demand for mined materials was increasing and it would be necessary in the next few months to scout more asteroids to break down. Perhaps if they found an area rich enough in material another space station could be commissioned to process nearby.
A knock on the expansive office door. His secretary, an older Mirilian woman, poked her head in.
"Excuse me, Mr. Dashiell?Are you busy?"
"Not terribly. Nothing I can't put aside until later."
"There's a woman here to see you."
"A woman? For me?" Judah looked skeptical. There weren't many women in his life that would take the time to travel to Tabaqui to see him. "Miss Arceneau or my ex-wife?"
"Neither Sir." Ms. Datos looked mildly amused. "I think she's a Jedi.There's odd robes involved. Didn't state her business."
"A Jedi? Thats....odd. Please, send her in."
A good benefit to have in a galaxy that he considered constantly war torn. However, that was a catch twenty-two. War made scrap, keeping one of the branches of his company in business.
He had spent the morning sipping caf and going over reports from crews trawling the space lanes. Business was fairly good. Demand for mined materials was increasing and it would be necessary in the next few months to scout more asteroids to break down. Perhaps if they found an area rich enough in material another space station could be commissioned to process nearby.
A knock on the expansive office door. His secretary, an older Mirilian woman, poked her head in.
"Excuse me, Mr. Dashiell?Are you busy?"
"Not terribly. Nothing I can't put aside until later."
"There's a woman here to see you."
"A woman? For me?" Judah looked skeptical. There weren't many women in his life that would take the time to travel to Tabaqui to see him. "Miss Arceneau or my ex-wife?"
"Neither Sir." Ms. Datos looked mildly amused. "I think she's a Jedi.There's odd robes involved. Didn't state her business."
"A Jedi? Thats....odd. Please, send her in."