A smile declined the drink, but the same smile and firm yet gentle handshake showed a truly happy expression. Eye contact, engaging expressions. Cal had went to school once CorSec had medically retired him, and it had changed him deeply. Psychology and more truly expanded his mind, as did his business career, and the former beat cop and street sergeant had turned combat instincts and street smarts into a cunning business mind.
"No thank you. Already had a few catching up with my brother earlier. Who knew Jedi could drink like that? I think, to be honest, I can happily tender those vessels your guys' way. At a good discount too. And the crew that brought them here aren't CEC, but are mostly native Corellians contracted to us, and trained by us, so i'm sure they'd be willing to discussing changing their labor contracts over too. That way you don't have to hunt for crews."
Cal paced a bit inwards but never drew further in than Aeri did, mindful of social protocol and etiquette. Something his brother and father lacked, but then he took after his mother and her family anyhow.
"I am most keen on the TibX and the possible alternatives you mentioned. Particularly the latter. I came up to these lofty heights as a shipwright first, so the new technology is something I am quite interested in... Though all of it does honestly. And I think a fusion of our freighter and aftermarket fame and your engineering prowess and reach could net us something quite spectacular..."
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