Swap Meet: Pergitor [The Kathol Outback and friends]

[Saffron]

[member="Jorus Merrill"]

Urg gave a toothy grin, " One eh?" again, his three fingers would rub at his chin again. He made a show of considering this, using his wings to flutter from left to right. Finally, he gave a nod.

"A gently used junker canon and twenty electroray carbines." he gave the Ugnaught a toothy grin then a bark of laughter, "You got yourself a deal, eh!" he gestured at her, before beckoning her to follow him.

"We have the engines over here... you can inspect them and we can then pack up to deliver where you wish."

 

[Jessica Med-Beq]

"General Beyyr, we have arrived inside the dome. I'll meet with you without further delay"

Kolda wasn't used to doing sales: the Design Triumvirate (Charzon, Jessica, Marcia) usually took care of major bulk sales with what Ringovinda StarYards called phasing clients, in an attempt to land the major-faction contract that eludes them. Failing that, a tier-5+ company. The Mandalorian Clans appear to be waiting for the outcome of the Jabiim expedition led by the Design Triumvirate: they feel it is prudent not to pre-order anything, let alone a Star Destroyer-sized psychiatric hospital. Rising to tier 4 would mean increased ability to meet the demand of clients, phasing or not. And, while selling to non-phasing clients makes up for the operating expenses of the company, the real profit is to be made with phasing clients. The last phasing client, however, instead sold nine orbital arcologies for the production of food in exchange for 18 Egroegs, six each between Mandalore, Yaga Minor and Yavin.

"The Kathol Outback's capital ship fleet is mostly made up of ships that do not exceed 300 meters in width or height. In orbit it is just fine to put in longer ships than 300m in an Egroeg so long as the width or height do not exceed these values. The Egroeg adjustable drydock can extend and retract in seconds as well as be able to fly in hyperspace. For 8 million you have the basic complement of droids and equipment on an Egroeg; an extra million and it comes fully equipped"

[member="General Beyyr"] [member="Jorus Merrill"]

 

[Sor-Jan Xantha]

The Aluminum Falcon turned out to be an old MC15 Niathal-class shuttle, still bearing the faded markings of the Levantine Sanctum.

The ship had also flown a rather haphazard flight path from the hangar of the Intervention to the docking dome where the swap meet was taking place. Sor-Jan had spent decades flying Corellian ships. This Mon Calamari inspired flight control was... an adjustment. But he thought he was getting the hang of it.

Also, if anyone asked, he knew nothing about that paint transfer or the scratches along the right side of the docking bay.

He put the Falcon down, and then began to load the wares out the back. A BB unit was rolling around, while a pair of service droids were setting up the impromptu store front for the swap meet.

There was the HoloStation 4, the dedicated holo game console that was synonymous with the name Corellia Digital. And, with it, games such as the Secret of Mynock Island or the massively multi-player roleplaying holo game, World of Build-a-Bear Knights. There were new and used HoloStation 4's available, with the used ones being units repaired, restored, or rebuilt by Sor-Jan during the long travel times from Druckenwell to Kal'Shebbol.

But, out here in the Outback, things tended to be very transitory. Which was perfect for their portable holo gaming device, comlink, and datapad... the HoloBoy Advanced! Which not only boasted an impressive holo game library of its own, but was currently fronting their flagship Augmented Reality holo game - Endormon GO!, as well as the always popular Angry Mynocks.

For the non-gamers, there was even the Go! Mobile Wristlink. Their introductory communications device, it was a fraction of the price of a luxury HoloLink... yet performed equally well.

He had a few CD-9i subspace radios, and more than a handful CD-9s "Sprite" radios available. All pre-set to the channels and frequencies used by TKO Search and Rescue, as well as Radio TKO.

Once he had the droids set up and ready to sell though... he was going to check out what other people had brought. These kinds of pelko bug markets were always fascinating!

 

[Kobeon]

[member="Aerin The Lost"]

"Hud on a second there, lad," came Kobeon's reply. "Ah'd appreciate all that, aye, so ah would. Hooever, ahm lookin' tae do bigger business. Dae ye manufacture these floatsteeds?"

 

[Aerin Kath]

"I do indeed, though seeing as how I have very little space in my ship here and I have very little credits I can't make them as fast as I want to, in both manufacturing and actual land speed." Aerin smiles at the young man in armor, and contemplates his accent and his meaning of bigger business. "If you mean to do bigger business I'd ask general Merill, though you'd probably have to send a message to him in something other than parchment or shouting. his ship was in orbit when I landed, so if you want to send a message via Holo-communication or just go up and talk to him yourself on a shuttle or some such, I haven't personally met the man, but I do know his ship's engine room very well and I might be able to take you up to the D'Lessio if my speeder sales don't pan out very well and I'd do it for free, mostly because I'd love to see how a meeting like this would go." Aerin then focuses on a young rodian woman who is looking at his wares, she is interested in buying a model-0, which Aerin promptly sells for a recipe for shredded gundark steak sandwiches and a small amount of credits. Aerin then focuses back on the medieval man. "oh wait, the D'Lessio landed a bit ago, didn't it."

[member="Kobeon"]

 

[Kobeon]

[member="Aerin The Lost"]

The time it took the man to make the deal and face Kobeon again wasn't enough time for Kobeon to decipher all the man had said. Foreign accents and alien terminology just made the young Prince's brow furrow. A few moments passed before the heir to Volantir nodded. Slowly, at first, then faster as he realised what a great opportunity lay before him.

"Aye, lad," Kobeon began, ceasing to nod finally. "If ye woudnae mind takin' me up tae see this general fellow, that'd be grand... And, ah can still hook ye up wit weapons 'n' the like, if ye want. Ah could use some trainin' on those floatsteeds, they're nuttin' like the creatures we have back haym."

Now it was the stranger's turn to decipher Kobeon's strange accent, which was upper-class Kilian if you were wondering. You probably weren't, but now you know. You're welcome.

 

[Aerin Kath]

strangely Aerin had no trouble deciphering the man's accent at all, the prince was quite clear with his speaking to Aerin. " I'd love to take you to see him" Aerin then turns to his ship and in turn his little droid companions that were on the landing ramp waiting to be told to grab out anything from within the ship " M3, Dumpster, watch the ship and the stall, me and this guy uhh... introductions first, I'm Aerin" Aerin holds out a hand to shake the other man's, once the man tells his name (or if he doesn't) Aerin goes to a speeder and then proceeds to show [member="Kobeon"] how to fly the thing "if you'll follow me on the Speeder, I'll take you to the D'Lessio and the General too" hopefully this guy doesn't go too fast and crash...

 

[The Great Narrator]

[member="Saffron"] | [member="Sor-Jan Xantha"] | [member="Elaine Thul"] | [member="Charzon Loulan"] | [member="Titan Kryze"]

The young princess entered the Pergitor docking dome on a mission. Accompanied by her new husband [member="Bryce Bantam"] there was only one thing on her mind. To grow her father's company, Gallofree Yards, Inc by any and all means she could stomach. As she walked arm in arm with the young man still recovering from his recent battles and surgeries she played the part of the dutiful wife. Dressed to be pleasing to the eyes she wanted to draw as much attention to them as possible and hopefully find a willing partner that would work within their modest means. As she walked she noted how unique and varied the products offered here were. Ships, guns, equipment, and even drugs were for sale or trade, nothing seemed like it would be out of the realm of possibility here.

Leaning into Bryce so she could talk with him privately she pressed her lips close to his ear and whispered sweetly to him...

"Bryce, where is that man you mentioned? The one who used to own Silk holding, I think his name was [member="Jorus Merrill"] correct? I want you to introduce me to him, he may still have some contacts we can use."

As she expected the boy was only all too willing to comply and after a short walk the two found him among a group of others talking. Pressing Bryce to move forward she followed as he led her beside the handsome and battle worn man. She along with Bryce patiently waited till he finished his current conversation before Bryce stepped forward and introduced the two of them.

"General Merrill, a pleasure to finally meet you."

 

[Aran Finn]

Alen Na'Varro was back in the action again. Would he stick around for long? We'll see ...

Na'Varro was a lightsider with the twist of a business-minded man, hence he knew the value of appearances. Over time he had learned to throw expensive cocktail parties and wear a penguin suit like a gorram idiot and not appear to feel uncomfortable. He could socialise, he could charm ... and he could have rocked up to this quaint little marketplace doohickey in a luxury, five-of-a-kind Apailana-class transport, but he knew that would only set him apart from the Kathol Outback types. They were his kind of people; the kind he'd have ran with back in his smuggling years (though that was around 830 years ago). So instead he arrived in a Tachyon-class light freighter that he'd been tinkering with for years. Sure, he'd had to reinstall the hyperdrive for this voyage ... but hey, it was worth it.

Clad in a flannel shirt and a comfy pair of jeans, Alen got out of his craft and started looking for familiar faces. [member="Jorus Merrill"] or someone similar, someone he knew or knew of. But so far all he could find were people he'd never heard of ... that was what happened when you went away for too long. Things changed.

In any case, he hoped that he could find one of the guys running things soon. Because he had something to trade, and it dang well sure wasn't probe droids or curio starships.

 

[Kobeon]

[member="Aerin The Lost"]

Grasping the man's hand firmly, Kobeon shook it in a manly-ass manner and proclaimed, "Nice tae meet ye, lad. Ah'm Prince Kobeon, heir tae thee Kingdom of Volantir." Pleasantries aside, it was time to get to business. As of right now, business appeared to be a floating device that, to Kobeon, looked magical in nature.

Moments later and the crash course in how to ride the sucker was over. Thankfully, Kobeon was a quick learner, otherwise his royal body may have ended up painting one of the many buildings adorning the surface of Pergitor.

Nodding at the man's request, Kobeon straddled the floatsteed and sighed. He was nervous, damn nervous. A solitary bead of sweat slid down his temple as a reminder. "Bollocks," mumbled the royal, as his helmet restricted the man from wiping the bead away. Disaster would surely be the result of such tomfoolery as this.

But then, he was off. Like a bullet from his ancient battle rife.

Heart racing and eyes darting, Kobeon managed, barely, to follow Aerin as they zoomed off.

 

[Aerin Kath]

[member="Kobeon"]

man, this prince learns fast. As the two speeder riders arrive at the dome that the D'Lessio is currently docked at Aerin gestures to the ship. "talk to someone and ask for general Merrill, I've got to get back to my stand, good luck Kobeon, keep the speeder."

 

[Kobeon]

Surprised, Kobeon stammered a "A-are ye sure lad?" Then, because he wasn't one to turn down free stuff, quickly followed that up with, "Well, ah'll send ye a letter or somethin' tae arrange some of those weapons ye wanted or ah can provide ye wit somethin' else. Cheers pal, ah'll remember ye."

With that, the young prince dismounted the floatsteed and meandered over to the D'lessio's gangway. Was it guarded? Who was there? To be honest, the writer doesn't know because he didn't read every post in this thread. Shucks. Well, he's gonna wing it, feel free to correct him with a PM if it's wrong.

So, Kobeon meandered over to the gangway, which was guarded by two rather large gentlemen. They looked him over and jerked their heads in unison as if to ask, 'What?'

"A'right lads, ah've been told tae ask fir a 'General Merrill'. Ah'm told ah can dae big business wi the man," Stated the young prince in a royally authoritative voice. He didn't look like scruff, and his accent did have an upper class drawl to it, so perhaps they'd take him seriously.

[member="Aerin The Lost"] [member="Jorus Merrill"] (Sorry Jorus, I know a lot of people are clammering to see you. Alas, this is RP and we react to situations accordingly!)

 

[Jorus Merrill]

[member="Saffron"]

The Ugnaught found those terms pleasant, and followed the Toydarian back to inspect the engines.

"This design," she said. "Am I right in thinking Master Marek Starchaser had a hand in these? One hears so many things about the Starchasers, of course. Even General Merrill isn't sure whether Master Marek was involved in designing them, or was just their proponent."

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At the lowered ramp of the D'Lessio, [member="Cla'Mari Rha"] and her husband [member="Bryce Bantam"] would find Jorus bartering Underground tech for needful things. Bantam wasn't the only familiar face around: Jorus spotted [member="Alen Na'Varro"] winding his way through the crowd, and gave him the high sign. They'd been on opposite sides years ago, but Na'Varro had turned his life around by all accounts, and their daughters had been friends for ages.

"Hey Bantam, Missus Bantam." Jorus handed off a massive junker cannon to his spindly Arcona comms operator and gave the newlyweds his full attention. "How're we doing today? What can I do for ya?"

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[member="Kobeon"] [member="Aerin The Lost"]

The two gangway guards directed the pair to a nearby crewer. A hulking Trandoshan, Vars by name, ran the D'Lessio's sensor package and a good chunk of the ship's swap meet tables. Claws splayed on a table covered in star map datacards, he grinned toothily. "The General's with those folks over there," he said, nodding in the direction of Jorus and the happy couple. But I'm the next best thing -- call me Vars. What can I do for ya, gents?"

 

[Saffron]

[member="Jorus Merrill"]

"Dat it is right 'dhere." Urg replied with a toothy grin. His wings beat a frantic rhythm as he moved over towards where the engines were at.

"He done designed them himself. Used Haven to produced them." They went through the cargo bay where neat rows of product and items were available to review. One of those stalls had a series of transport cargo boxes that were marked for the engines in question.

"'ere we go." a motion to one of the employees would beckon for him to start opening four of those cargo boxes. In short order, all four lids were popped and open for the Kathol Rep to inspect.

"For your proper viewin'."

 

[Kobeon]

[member="Jorus Merrill"]

As he was guided into the belly of the beast, Kobeon couldn't help but marvel at the craftsmanship and machinery on display. When the most intricate, manufactured, thing on your planet is a trebuchet, anything remotely mechanical becomes a curious oddity.

And then he was greeted by a walking, talking, iguana.

"Uhm," he stammered as the lizardman introduced himself. Kobeon nervously looked over to where the general was and plead telepathically to rescue him from this hulking monster of teeth and scales. However, business had to be conducted for the good of his people, so Kobeon swallowed his fear and locked eyes with the terrifying humanoid.

He decided to not say anything about the 'gents' comment, as Aerin had returned to his stall, and instead played the formalities game. "Erh, nice tae meet ye, Vars. Mah name's Kobeon and ah'm heir tae thee throne of Volantir." It was at this moment that the young prince removed his helmet, tucked it under his left arm, and extended his right hand for a shake. "Ah'm told that ye folk can dae big business."

 

[Sor-Jan Xantha]

With the droids set up and ready to sell, the small Anzat had ventured out to experience the pelko bug market for himself.

...also, to field test Endormon GO! for himself.

HoloBoy Advanced in hand, the boy had his head down as he wandered about the interior of the dome. There wasn't an EndorGym or a MonStop in this sector! Which was a total bummer, because he was definitely low on orbs.

There were a bunch of peelies (go figure), but those weren't any good unless you wanted to evolve them into pelkomon. But, pelkomon was kinda a common Endormon by himself. And usually the wild ones had better starting CP anyway.

MagiCalamari.

There was a MagiCalamari here.

Which, MagiCalamari was kinda a rare Endormon, but... did he want to waste the orbs to get him? I mean, all MagiCalamari was gonna do was use Splash and that was kinda meh.

Glancing up from his game, the boy paused to look around the market. It seemed like there was a lot of bartering going on. Maybe he needed to check on his droids.

 

[Bryce Bantam]

Bryce smiled at [member="Jorus Merrill"] introduction. Cla'Mari hated being call anything but Rha, it was a clan thing, one that she took personally and to be called Missus Bantam, woo she was gonna he hot later. Still she was not one to make a scene so she smiled politely before elbowing Bryce in the ribs to speak up.

"Good to see you General, been a spell since we spoken in person, Uukaabian wasn't it? Anyhow seems I done not only got me a fetching new wife but also a new shipbuilding business, Gallofree Yards, Inc. Figured since you ran Silk and all for a time might be able to pick your brain a bit. Maybe you can offer a few warm leads on where we can strike a good deal on components and all."

Bryce was hoping Jorus could point him to some business partners that were taking up shop here. Big or small for Gallofree to grow they needed to set up a proper supply chain and not just rely on the salvage game.

 

[Jorus Merrill]

[member="Saffron"]

Ditzy the Ugnaught might be, but Dorp knew her stuff. Underground plus Ugnaught totaled up to a pretty solid grasp of engineering as it pertained to starship modifications. Practiced yet beady little eyes examined the engines, evaluating their potential connectivity to the ship in question, a Coronet Hypernautics Slice Hound-class. Dorp applied a short-range scanner as well, not verifying the quality so much as understanding how the engines would link up with structural, electronic, and fuel connections.

"Well these are just lovely, thanks," she said. "Think that about wraps it up. I'll see to it that the tractor beam gets sent along for that Plastiray."

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[member="Kobeon"]

Vars' scales and claws enfolded the knight's hand in a brisk shake. "Volantir...I have heard that name, believe it or not. My friends serve the lady Mara Merrill of Miriamele Castle, on your world. It's quite rare to find a Kilian noble in the broader galaxy. Welcome to Pergitor and Underground territory." His eyes flicked to Kobeon's Marker Ring, the ever-present signet of a Kilian nobleman. This one bore the arms of Volantir. No chevron, though: not a Kilian Ranger, then.

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[member="Bryce Bantam"]

"No kidding, you two picked up Gallofree? Congratulations -- I always meant to look into that. You beat me to it." Jorus chuckled. "Gallofree had some grand old underrated designs and a killer, unique aesthetic. I've got some sketches you might potentially find useful; I'll shoot them to ya after. I've designed a few freighters, most of them ugly suckers, and yeah, I'd be happy to look over any of your upcoming designs if it'll help."