Elkin "Big Cheese" Magor
Character
Location: Coruscant
"Hey boss, we've arrived."
Elkin chewed on his sweet cigar going over the latest quarterly reports for New n Tasty one of the many businesses that he owned and among the most profitable. The business is enduring some hard times ever since the near extinction of the Meechgrubs. Meehie Cakes were easily the most popular amongst the food that was created in the industry and now the the damned race has been drying up to the point where there not much left. Elkin's investors were scared because profits were grim. Soon the annual board meeting will begin and Elkin will be faced with questions about failing profits his race doesn't tolerate failure when it comes to business it was an easy way for him to drop down in social status.
"There has to be another way," Elkin muttered as he turned to his head of security a Moeg named: Ed. "Alright," he said pressing the button with his grey lips. "Set us down."
Ed nodded his lip tentacles briefly brushing against Elkin's expensive black zoot suit and took out his radio that was attached to his metal pants. "Alright men!" he said. "Land first and set up a perimeter!"
The moment the ship touched land, Elkin took out his Holovid and went into speaker mode. "Greetings Salis," he said chewing on his cigar. "My name Elkin Maegor business tycoon of many products such as Toothpicks, Brew and Meat. I've been to..... expand my ventures across the galaxy and I need an experienced hand to train my personal army and lead them to handle aggressive matters. Payment will be discussed in the Outlander Club, If you're interested please meet me there."
Salis
"Hey boss, we've arrived."
Elkin chewed on his sweet cigar going over the latest quarterly reports for New n Tasty one of the many businesses that he owned and among the most profitable. The business is enduring some hard times ever since the near extinction of the Meechgrubs. Meehie Cakes were easily the most popular amongst the food that was created in the industry and now the the damned race has been drying up to the point where there not much left. Elkin's investors were scared because profits were grim. Soon the annual board meeting will begin and Elkin will be faced with questions about failing profits his race doesn't tolerate failure when it comes to business it was an easy way for him to drop down in social status.
"There has to be another way," Elkin muttered as he turned to his head of security a Moeg named: Ed. "Alright," he said pressing the button with his grey lips. "Set us down."
Ed nodded his lip tentacles briefly brushing against Elkin's expensive black zoot suit and took out his radio that was attached to his metal pants. "Alright men!" he said. "Land first and set up a perimeter!"
The moment the ship touched land, Elkin took out his Holovid and went into speaker mode. "Greetings Salis," he said chewing on his cigar. "My name Elkin Maegor business tycoon of many products such as Toothpicks, Brew and Meat. I've been to..... expand my ventures across the galaxy and I need an experienced hand to train my personal army and lead them to handle aggressive matters. Payment will be discussed in the Outlander Club, If you're interested please meet me there."
Salis