Private Sealing the Deal

[Misha Kaskadov]

CHRISTOPHSIS | CHALEYDONIA
TAGS: Nyles Kote

The Outer Rim was just short of being completely set ablaze with everything in motion. His predecessor had made a risky gamble with investing so much into this new Confederacy. As far as business ventures went for Hex Incorporated, this was unprecedented.

And yet they were doing better than ever.

The support of a government to reach out to new areas, the free trade that came with helping out a region, this was a brilliant move. Combine that with propping up a few outposts, safehouses and resources to the Foundation and their ventures were practically unlimited. There was a security in this venture that made Misha feel a little more daring than he would normally be.

But this kind of prosperity needed security. And with tensions brewing all across the galaxy, he needed to make sure that the Confederacy’s -and by proxy his own- interests were safe.

Which led him to look across the field at the competition. Breshig was a lot more specialized than Hex, but both of their security divisions had crossed paths on more than one occasion. Luckily the sleepless nights were in vain, the two militaries had proven to get along quite nicely. Nothing like some competition to yank everything in order.

Misha had arranged for a meeting with one of Breshig’s top dogs for a business proposal that could prove beneficial to all parties involved. All he had to do for the moment was wait for the Mandalorian’s arrival.

With a glass of whiskey in hand, the Mantellian looked through the window of his office at the beautiful crystalline capital of Christophsis. His office itself was a spectacle. A beautiful amalgamation of crystal, geometric architecture and fine decor to round it all off. It saddened him to have buried his predecessor, but he was certainly not complaining.

 

[Nyles Kote]

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Friendly Units:

• SB-01 Darasuum Morut-class Super-heavy Battlecarrier Darasuum Morut
• G-02H Vuhyr'galaar-class Heavy Gunship
• Squad of Strill Securities Marines

Tag(s): Misha Kaskadov

Equipment

• Armor:
  • Verd'jurkad'gam
  • 'Ysalamiri Birikad' Nutrient Frame
  • Vambrace Weapons:
    • TBP-01V Tractor-Pressor Beam Projector
    • PC-05V Plasma Caster
      • Plasma Gas Medium Cannister (1)
    • MML-01V Miniaturized Missile Launcher
      • Cretanr'ika-class Guided Plasma Micro-missile (4)
      • Striilir'ika-class Brilliant Micro-missile (4)
    • CP-03V CryoBan Projector
  • Back-mounted:
    
    • A-03S Verpine Shatter Autocannon
• Implant(s):​
  • 'Alr' Pilot Enhancement Package
  • 'Gar Tkiriyr' Neural Interface
• Melee:
  • B-01M Beskad
  • K-02M Kal (2)
• Sidearm(s)
  • LRH-5A Verpine Shatter Pistol w/ 'Kyrayc Sur'haai' 1-4x Short Range Optic
• Rifle(s):
  • RR-04B Ripper Rifle w/ 1-12x Medium Range Optic and UGL-02 Underbarrel Grenade Launcher
• Explosives:
  • Flex-5 Detonite Tape (1 roll)
  • Smoke Grenades (3)
  • Flash-Bang Grenades (3)
  • Class-A Thermal Detonator (2)

Business meetings were an unfortunate part of his duties. Usually he and Aran let the alor handle the business side of things as far as could be helped. They both far preferred to stick to their respective operational duties. Not that the alor was particularly fond of dealing with it either, but someone had to do it. With the alor handling things with the new hypergate slated to be installed at Naboo in the newly formed Royal Naboo Republic, that meant that someone had to be him.

Hex Incorporated was to the Hellions, what Breshig was to Strill. Nyles had the pleasure of having personally fought alongside the Hellions at Mon Calamari under contract with the Tingel Arm Coalition. He'd be lying if he said that hadn't influenced the ease with which he accepted this meeting. If he was a betting man, and he wasn't, he'd wager that this had something to do with the current state of the galaxy. Something the alor had been speaking with John Locke about. Things were changing, and like Strill on the trail of a wounded Shatual, the various players of the galaxy were moving in .

He already had something of an answer for the only question that he had; where did the company fit in. Chances were all this was leading up to something, and so far Breshig hadn't exactly made clear which side of the as of yet incomplete line in the sand it was on. It was another reason he wished the alor was here instead of him. Shuklaar Kyrdol hadn't failed to steer them in the right direction yet, whether it was the ba'slan shev'la from Breshig, the contract with the CIS or working with Locke and Key. He had been right. Nyles only hoped he could be half as good a judge of character.

Varan and his Tra'verd had been left behind with the gunship on the pad. Nyles kept his buy'ce[ mag clamped to his armor's utility belt. Strangely, he didn't look as out of place in the Hex Incorporated office building as he'd have expected to. Perhaps that in and of itself said more about how alike the two companies were than anything other sentiment given words. He couldn't help but let the slightest smile crack across his features at the notion.

Nyles was politely informed that he had been expected, and was promptly announced and then let into the very well appointed private office. It was conventionally stunning, though not to his tastes, and perhaps fittingly enough almost a mirror reflection of the crystaline world outside. "Mr. Kaskadov," he said with the slight inclination of his head. "How can we help each other? Or more accurately, who's the unlucky shabuire that we need to put in the ground?"

 

[Misha Kaskadov]

The Director spared a glance over his shoulder as the door hissed open, studying the armoured figure for a brief second before turning to stand behind his desk. Normally a person might be concerned about a heavily armoured, armed individual simply marching into their office, but with Hex Inc. it was a normal occurrence. A cool smile graced the Mantellian's lips at the Mandalorian's joke as he motioned for him to have a seat.

It was most likely not a joke.

"I have a few executives kausing a stir on Denon, if you're keen." He remarked. "But no. I vas hoping to interest you and your people vith a different proposition." He made his way over to a nearby drinks station accompanied by a cabinet containing a variety of items. "I'm sure dat you are avare of Hex Inkorporated's ongoing deal vit the Konfederacy?" He proceeded to top off his own glass as well as pour another for his guest.

The Director calmly walked over and placed the glass in front of his guest. "Tevraki vhiskey." He remarked before taking a seat in an elegant leather chair behind his desk. "Ve are a major benefactor along vith a few others. But vith everything going on in the region, sekurity is our biggest koncern." He took a long sip of his glass and sat back in the comfortable chair.

"Khow vould you and your people like to get paid to fight half of the galaxy?" He asked the man with a daring grin.

Nyles Kote

 

[Nyles Kote]

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Friendly Units:

• SB-01 Darasuum Morut-class Super-heavy Battlecarrier Darasuum Morut
• G-02H Vuhyr'galaar-class Heavy Gunship
• Squad of Strill Securities Marines

Tag(s): Misha Kaskadov

Equipment

• Armor:
  • Verd'jurkad'gam
  • 'Ysalamiri Birikad' Nutrient Frame
  • Vambrace Weapons:
    • TBP-01V Tractor-Pressor Beam Projector
    • PC-05V Plasma Caster
      • Plasma Gas Medium Cannister (1)
    • MML-01V Miniaturized Missile Launcher
      • Cretanr'ika-class Guided Plasma Micro-missile (4)
      • Striilir'ika-class Brilliant Micro-missile (4)
    • CP-03V CryoBan Projector
  • Back-mounted:
    
    • A-03S Verpine Shatter Autocannon
• Implant(s):​
  • 'Alr' Pilot Enhancement Package
  • 'Gar Tkiriyr' Neural Interface
• Melee:
  • B-01M Beskad
  • K-02M Kal (2)
• Sidearm(s)
  • LRH-5A Verpine Shatter Pistol w/ 'Kyrayc Sur'haai' 1-4x Short Range Optic
• Rifle(s):
  • RR-04B Ripper Rifle w/ 1-12x Medium Range Optic and UGL-02 Underbarrel Grenade Launcher
• Explosives:
  • Flex-5 Detonite Tape (1 roll)
  • Smoke Grenades (3)
  • Flash-Bang Grenades (3)
  • Class-A Thermal Detonator (2)

Nyles studied the seat for what seemed a fraction of a second, judging whether it would take his weight in armor. Not because he believed Hex bought bargain bin osik for their offices, but more out of a force of habit. He crossed the gap and seated himself. He let out a quiet snort about the same time as the corner of his mouth tugged into an amused smirk at the joke Misha Kaskadov made about the executives on Denon. Only a moment later did Nyles realize that it may not have been a joke. Either way, Nyles was quickly finding that perhaps he and Misha were going to understand each other perfectly.

Nyles's gaze followed Misha as he made his way over to the cabinet. He'd been to enough of these to have a fair idea of what going to happen next. Something he was not too happy with, but given what was coming, he could drown his discomfort with what was likely to be high quality alcohol. Nyles nodded his thanks as the glass was placed in front of him, he picked it up, inspecting the way the light interacted with the liquid in the glass.

He nodded in response to the query posed. The company was aware that the Hellions were involved in military actions carried out by the Confederacy, and given the scale of said actions, they could hardly be carrying them out without the knowledge of their parent company. Nyles couldn't help but raise both eyebrows in question. What Misha had said both spoke volumes and said nothing at all. He waited for Misha to elaborate. When Misha did, Nyles took a long sip of his whiskey to steady his thoughts. He considered it for a long, drawn out moment.

In a way, this might fit perfectly into the alor's plans regarding the whole corporate action group situation, but he wasn't going to know for sure till he asked. Harna, it's not like they couldn't use the credits. He put the whiskey glass back down on the table and took a breath, "Mr. Kaskadov, I only hope your credit account is as big as your ambitions. But honestly? I don't see why the haran we wouldn't."

 

[Misha Kaskadov]

A faint smirk escaped Misha at Nyles' remark, the man was understandably confused for a brief moment. What took him by surprise, however, was Nyles' nonchalant response to it. It sounded more like a busy day at the office than an unreasonable request. Misha took a sip of his drink as he made himself comfortable.

"Credits are not a koncern, mister Kote." He gestured to the office around him. "My koncern is the stability of said credits. Var is good for business... but peace is good for business." Another sip for comfort. "Right now, there's a Sith empire knocking on our left, and some of your brethren just a stone's throw away. That's simply the top of the pile." He sat forward and clasped his hands. His demeanour calm but a firmness in his eyes. "I am villing to pay triple your usual fee for a kontract such as dis."

He studied Nyles' face for a brief moment. Mandalorians were quite simple people for the most part. The intricacy came in when the simplicity became complicated. "The sekurity of the Konfederacy means we both benefit exponentially. I have studied the performance of your troops alongside mine and I believe dat ve kan paint a bright future for all parties involved vith your men vorking alongside ours." He sat back again and finished his glass. An amused grin took hold. "Vat do you think of them? De Hellions." He asked with genuine curiosity.

Nyles Kote