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[Quain Pluvinage]

Coruscant | Local time: 10:50 | Theme​

Coruscant. While it was not the centre of of all galactic power anymore, the metropolitan planet still served as a hub of commerce and trade in the galaxy. A faint smile appeared on his lips as he entered the planet's atmosphere - having been here many times before and always booked the same private hangar near the conference building, the Deputy Director of Legal Affairs started an all too familiar descent. Calmly, Quain pulled back the throttle whilst lowering the nose of the ship, effectively bringing it downwards along the path he was so used to taking. After having spent a few hours aboard the vessel, it was good to hear the engines quiet down, even if it was just by a little. While his staff had stayed on the ship, Quain was making the last distance via shuttle - all details had been worked out and if anything new came up, he was confident that he could manage alone. In this instance, the last thing he wanted to do was to bring a few staffers, knowing that it risked causing alarm among some partners.

Overall, the satisfaction among the involved employees had been relatively high in this case. The woman they were supposed to meet had caused much fewer hiccups than many others and had seemed to provide them with more than enough information in the most essential areas. Although he had never met the woman himself, Quain knew enough about their agreement from being involved in the legal risk assessment and having read the acts from their representative. While there was no real need to come to the meeting armed, carrying a blaster had become a habit by now - perhaps it was the nostalgia from his days in the navy. If nothing else, the deputy had at least hid the weapon well enough for his brown blazer to cover it completely. The tools he would really be using this day would be his datapad, pen and paper.

Finally arriving, Quain gently set the shuttle down in the relatively luxurious hangar with the perfectionist in him making sure that the ramp would point straight at the entrance. Unlike the larger commercial hangars which would often be filled with random crates from or to other occupants, this one was clean, even containing a few larger floral arrangements in sizeable pots as well as a few modern benches and tables. Without rushing, got up to leave, counting on the staff to handle his ship once he had left the area. The somewhat soothing sound of pressurised air being vented could be heard as the ramp lowered. Quain watched it go down for both one and two moments before checking his notes once again, letting the ramp stay low for a bit before debarking.

Angelica Thindrel

 

[Angelica Thindrel]

Angie hadn't been to Coruscant since her boarding school days but it always held a special place in her heart. Back then it was a major holiday destination for the uber-rich, the kind of place where people like her father could drop a couple million cred just walking down the street. It was also the type of place where, as a rebellious youth, Angie and her friends spent many nights hitting the slums to roll over drunks or slam down stims.

Unfortunately she couldn't partake in any the activities that made this planet so fun. Lately there's been more pressure than ever to legitimize her business. Her plan to move into arms-dealing was lucrative but also going to put a huge spotlight on her company. To secure the needed permits she knew everything had to look squeaky clean and on the up and up. That was something incredibly hard for a company that mostly dealt with death and spice. Far out of her depths, Angelica had to outsource for a legal advise off-world.

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Outside the private hangar Angelica sat finishing off a cigarra waiting with some CorpSec goon to give her the O.K to enter. The bureaucracy of Coruscant made her eyes roll. It was hard to believe with all the palms she greased there was still hoops like these to jump through. On a properly corrupt planet, waving around a few creds got you the keys to the city but here she was being watched like a hawk. Combined with the spice from last night, it all made her a bit paranoid.

Suddenly, a buzz came from the security guards headset that made Angelica's eyes jolt up unnervingly. The guard took a beat, listening and nodding along leaving her in a frustrated suspense. "Ok... Yeah.. Alright. Alright Angie," He waved her over to the door, typing into the keypad that locked it. "You're good to go."

The doors opened up and gave way to a view almost entirely encompassed by the Baleine, Quain Pluvinage 's retrofitted GR-75 transport ship. Angie's father had used GR-75s in the family back in the day, so she could spot the make right off the bat. They were also pretty well known in the criminal world as the customizable cargo modules allowed for smugglers to easily surround high value product with mundane goods. The thought made her wonder what kind of things the lawyer might have stashed away and for a second her mind wandered to it's most depraved ends. It gave Angie a giddy bashful feeling, one she got from secretly seeing something she wasn't supposed to. She couldn't help herself but to blush and smile as she walked forward into the docking bay.

 

[Quain Pluvinage]

Taking a deep breath, Quain felt the relatively fresh air of the luxurious hangar, clearly better than what he had on the ship. Still, he was perfectly happy with the Baleine - they were usually far fewer onboard than it was originally designed for which meant that it could stay relatively fresh for long durations of time without any trouble. As soon as he was half-way down, the entrance door swooshed open, revealing someone who looked surprisingly young. His eyes squinted for but a moment to see more clearly - nothing changed, it was still a youngster. He finally understood how some of the more experienced businessmen he met must have viewed him. Just to make sure that his eyes weren't playing tricks with him a final time, he brought up the agreement where her birth date was included. "Huh" he mumbled as the documents confirmed what his eyes saw.

A familiar smile formed on his face - it was the standard one he always wore when he greeted customers - while it was by no means insincere, it was a rather empty expression which didn't say much more than what he actually said "Pleased to meet you" Upon getting close enough, the deputy stretched out an arm and offered his hand for her to shake, adjusting his grip just enough to match hers. Mentally, he was prepared for one of those uncomfortable squeezes of death which some businesspeople liked to do in which case he always just let his hand become 'a fish' - relaxed and rather meaningless to squeeze. It was a good strategy which helped him hide his relative lack of strength.

"Quain, Quain Pluvinage" he introduced himself. "Just don't confuse me with my father - they say we look very much alike" he said, producing a lighthearted tone. The statement was more to help her place where his name came from, rather than to actually have her try to differentiate them from each other - something which age and health did well enough already. Bowing slightly and raising his arm to point at the benches among the plants nearby, Quain started walking towards one of the benches which overlooked the ship "Do you like her?" he asked, nodding at the ship and continued "I couldn't help but to notice that you threw a look at her as you entered" The Deputy maintained a pleasant tone throughout - not only was it good to make the client feel comfortable, it was also highly satisfying to him, to make a good connection to whoever he was working with. Besides, considering how calm this day seemed to be, he didn't expect them to be in any kind of rush either.

Angelica Thindrel