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One More Drink Before the War

A fairly inconspicuous transport ship set down towards the white, mountainous surface of Stygeon Prime. It was piloted by none other than Dawn. She was a Nautolan pilot from one of the elite units that had been under Pyrrhus' command ever since the Galactic Republic invaded One Sith controlled Ord Mirit, namely the Nameless Ten. Pyrrhus never flew himself. His upbringing had been primitive and certainly did not involve and practice with piloting spacecrafts. He had never taken the time to learn it, never had the interest. His pursuits had taken him down darker and more productive paths. He didn't precisely have any one pilot who always flew him, it could vary, although he had a preference for Dawn. She was the most competent, and she was familiar with the term discretion. He liked to pull her out for those operations when it mattered.

Today, Dawn was not transporting Darth Pyrrhus, Sith Lord, but rather Mr. Tanek Santii. Mr. Santii's field of expertise was business, and a specific area of it at that. Today was a day of business, or so he hoped. The transaction could turn very profitable indeed. "Open a line of communication and inform [member="Vilaz Munin"] that we have arrived" Pyrrhus casually ordered his pilot. "Yes, my Lord" there was nothing else to be said. He watched her as she complied, and got in touch with the appropriate people on the ground. It was time to set this ship down and get started on matters of importance.
 
The Munin was a very busy man these days, and it was exhausting. Not in the sense he was busy with preparing himself with war, inventing tactics, and whatnot that had to deal with war but with commerce and business. It was never his area of expertise, but thankfully there were some Mandalorians that were very adept with commerce that he hired out and paid a good amount of credits and whatever currency that fitted their demand of pay. Ever since he trained the late Grand Republic's clone army that composed of the DNA of Preliat Mantis, Vilaz was a fairly wealthy man and used his wealth for the benefit of his clan, family, and the reconstruction of Mandalore.

Now he was here on Mandalorian controlled Sytgeon Prime meeting with a Mr. Tanek Santii in regards to more business matters. What they were discussing today was vague, but that would be unveiled when the businessman would meet him in his temporary personal chambers right here at the local citadel.

"Our guest is here, sir," a Munin Clansmen informed Vilaz.

"Great, escort him in so we can get this over with. You know how much I hate talking about money and whatnot," the Mand'alor replied back.

[member="Darth Pyrrhus"]
 
The transport closed in on the citadel's location. As they neared by, the Togruta couldn't help but take notes on the design. Mentally, he was doing just that. He was scanning for worlds of interest, some less obviously connected to him than Glee Anselm, and he might be interested in setting up something very similar. Not bad, Mr. Munin, not bad.

As soon as the transport touched down on the citadel's landing pad, the Togruta strode out. He appeared much like the merchant, what with his fine-fabric robes and all. They were predominantly purple, with gold and black adorning the edges. Various decorations and patterns adorned his chest, yet he payed little attention to fashion. Someone who knew these things had informed him what someone playing this role would and wouldn't wear. Tanek played the part.

Tanek left his own escort behind to allow himself to be escorted by Munin's own. It was a sign of trust, of course, but Tanek was never truly alone. He had the Force, and in the absence of that, he was still armed with his lightsaber underneath all that garment. That being said, he had absolutely no intention at present time to use them.

After a casual stroll, possibly taking him through long halls with fancy decorations to establish Mr Munin's power and authority, he reached the meeting's location. Looking upon none other than the Mandalore himself, the Togruta allowed himself a smile. He imagined several of his people would disagree with him meeting with a Sith. Then again, no one really needed to find out. Secrecy and deception were tools of the Dark Side, and he was well versed in them. "[member="Vilaz Munin"]. A pleasure" he said, making his approach.
 
Oh, this man was meeting all kinds of different alien merchants. First, a peacock; second, some humanoid specimen that had so much makeup on; and now a Togruta. Rarely had he ever seen a Togruta as a business person, but who was he to judge as he wasn't very adept or well into the basics of business? He was just a skilled warrior blessed with a mind and body that was built for warfare.

A quick grin was what the Munin shot to Tanek's own smile before greeting the alien with a, "Let's just save the pleasantries and get with it, shall we?"

Unlike Tanek who was dressed in elegant and stylish robes and accessories, Vilaz was in his personal and custom made Mandalorian armor. The dents and scratches of his armor were shown. While he did his best to undo some of the damage on his armor, they also proved that he was a veteran of war and one to be respected at all times whether he was Mand'alor or not.

"So what kind of business do you have, mister Santii? No doubt it will benefit the both us?"

If making a deal with a peacock and a humanoid sure helped him a lot, then he would like to think the same thing with the Togruta.

[member="Darth Pyrrhus"]
 
Let's just save the pleasantries and get with it, shall we?

It was refreshing to hear words such as this. Many meetings often started with the exchange of drinks, food, and some even insisted on playing host over the course of a few days before the actual matters of import were discussed. Tanek was happy to get straight to business. No matter what he was doing he there was always something else of equal or greater import that demanded his attention. The less time wasted on fluff and pleasantries, the more could be spent on expanding his own personal empire and increasing his knowledge of the Dark Side. "Indeed, mister Munin. Let's waste no time and get straight to finding out where our interests align."

"Slaves." He did not spend any time sugar coating it. The Mandalor was not someone one deceived with flattery and false descriptions. They would quicker reach a sense of mutual respect and understanding if all of their cards were put on the table at once. "Manual labour. Entertainment. Canon fodder for your more valuable warriors. Karazak Slavers Cooperative can provide bodies for any kind of purpose. In whatever wrapping you like, with however much discretion shown as you prefer. Business can be handled between us, and you include whoever you want. We don't ask questions. We merely comply with the arrangements agreed upon in the contract, should you wish to make one with us." and that was the KSC sales pitch in short. He did want them to skip the pleasantries and get with it, after all.

He would leave it at that and see what [member="Vilaz Munin"] came up with in return. There were a few things that could come out of this. Slaves for the Mandalor, credits for KSC. Or perhaps even the ability to transport slaves to Mandalorian worlds to agreed upon buyers under the guise of manual labour or other. But this was not something he wished to push for before he could gauge the Mandalorian's interest in the first proposal.
 
Slaves.

Now that was a touchy topic for Vilaz. Never in his life had he ever been enslaved or used for harsh manual labor, but it was something that most Mandalorians looked down upon. He wasn't sure if his significant other had a problem with enslaving others or not. But why should one pass over free or cheap labor? It was arguably much more cheaper than droid laboring. Or maybe he was wrong? He didn't know or cared at all. He was interested in this deal, and he was much more interested in enslaving one category of people that was diverse and mixed.

"Tell me, Mister Santii. Do you enslave Jedi?"

If the answer was yes, then Vilaz would ask for a pen and get this business meeting over with.

[member="Darth Pyrrhus"]
 
It was the crucial point of the meeting. Pleasantries and formalities had ever been completed or skipped. Now the cards were on the table. Based on his information and the small measures of contact had before this, Pyrrhus believed that there were good chances of them doing business. If not he would not have come. But there was always the chance that when the word 'slavery' got dropped that some grimaced and turned away, struck by second thought and cold feet.

Not Vilaz though, or so it would seem. He was mulling it over and difficult to read. Yet if the term 'slave-labour' got played down and only the people who needed to know kept informed, well... What the rest of those who looked up to him didn't know didn't hurt his reputation. And then Vilaz said something that had Pyrrhus smile a wicked smirk, brandishing all of those predatory-like teeth of the Togruta. His Sith was showing.

Do you enslave Jedi?

"I do indeed." Jedi had uses. They could be turn, become pawns of the Dark Side. Even through staying on the path of the Light they could be deceived to think they were doing good but really advancing the Sith agenda. In the absence of that, death was a clear course of action. Yet preferably, slavery. They could still serve a purpose, and certain individuals paid high price for them.

"Naturally, enslaving Jedi comes with its own complications. There are fewer of them to go about. Majority of them will be of the younger recruits, Padawans, snatched up before they could really become much more. There are the occasional Knight and Master, of course, but the overall pool of available Jedi restricts the amount we can have on hand at any given moment." In truth, Jedi were more likely to fall within the category of 'special requests' rather than something the KSC were known for selling on a standard basis. "They're more challenging to catch as well. As you can expect, all of this drives the price up considerably." Pyrrhus informed him. However, it was merely information and bargaining. He was not discouraging him from putting in that request. Possible, but costly.

[member="Vilaz Munin"]​
 
Sweet music to his ears.

Just hearing the Togruta giving his question a confirmed, likable answer there was a grin on the Munin's lips. A grin that Santii couldn't see because of his helmet concealing his face, but the businessman would know soon of what was the Mand'alor's view and opinion on the Jedi in the upcoming sentence.

"Good because I hate Jedi. The Galaxy would be better off without them," the Concordian said with tons of emphasis on the word 'hate'. He hated the Jedi after he read the history of his people and learned about the Mandalorian Excision. A dark day that was for the Mandalorians and yet those warriors were not avenged by their descendants. However, that would be no more as Vilaz promised to avenge them so that they may know what peace is in the Manda. The Republic was no more, but that left the Jedi to be punished for their actions.

"I don't care about the costs, Mister Santii. Now, where's that contract and pen?"

The cost wouldn't something to worry about. He was immeasurably rich after training the late Galactic's Republic clone army comprised of Preliat's blood, yet he was careful where to invest his wealth. And this business deal would be one that he would invest in.

[member="Darth Pyrrhus"]
 
It would appear they had found common ground and were in agreement. This man hated the Jedi with a passion. Something they had in common, to an extent. It was perhaps less personal for Pyrrhus. But they were nonetheless a heresy to be put out.

Of course, he didn't announce his own true allegiance, but it was not necessary. [member="Vilaz Munin"] probably would have preferred not knowing either way. It was simply easier this way.

"You will have no arguments from me with that." Tanek the businessman smiled.

I don't care about the costs, Mister Santii. Now, where's that contract and pen?

Now this was music to his ears. He had no interest in scamming the man or selling overpriced products. The Jedi were expensive and rightfully so. Besides, a reasonably honest business format tended to reap the greatest benefits and suffer the fewest falls. Munin would have his slaves, this Pyrrhus would guarantee.

"Right here, Mister Munin. Right here." and with another carefully practised smile, Pyrrhus provided the Mandalorian with the necessary equipment to formalise their little agreement here. Everything would be put before him, in writing with all the terms and clauses included, so that nothing was left away from the open. He could have it scanned by a team of elite lawyers and they'd find nothing to incriminate Vilaz or somehow put him at a disadvantage in relation to the KSC. The only thing, of course, was the fact that he was dealing in slaves. But details.
 
"Excellent," the Munin said to the Togruta as he took the pen in his hand and scanned the documents for places where he had to sign his signature. Did Vilaz had to worry about being scammed? Absolutely not. He was a Mandalorian and dealt things in a unique way that others couldn't do because of their morals or whatever reasoning it was. Others would rely on the law and lawyers to win their case, but the Mand'alor followed no foreign law except his own personal code of honor and the Resol'nare. He had little employers cheating him, but that would be quickly resolved with some maiming and killing.

"Alright, I've done my part. Is there anything else that I have to do, Mister Santii? Because I'd like to call it a day and get out of here."

[member="Darth Pyrrhus"]
 
Darth Pyrrhus watched [member="Vilaz Munin"] go over the contract laid before him. He did not seem concerned about any double-crossing. He doubted it was trust, the Mandalorians had their ways of doing their things. Their contract was tied down by honour. Slights or actions that could be perceived in the future to be deceitful could be taken as clauses to break the contract. In the end it mattered not, Pyrrhus had no intentions of doing anything of the sort.

Today he acted as an agent to expand the horizons and influence of the KSC. He benefited from their prospertiy. Whatever people might think about how Sith would do business, it was a reliable sort of affair. At least as far as Pyrrhus was concerned. Of course, the Sith part was left out of the contract... Such details needed not be aired for the pair of them to profit.

"Not at all, Mr Munin. We are done here."

With a smile the Togruta stood up and took his digital paperwork with him. Copies would naturally be available to Munin should he desire them. But from this day on they were in business.

"A pleasure doing business with you" he said with a nod of the head, completeing the circle and finishing off with the cliche formalities. "I'll take my leave. You know how to reach us should the need arise" And with that said, and nothing else in mind to discuss or work out, Darth Pyrrhus turned and headed back to the platform that contained his transport.
 

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