Sergeant Omen
Arc Trooper Sergeant of the 41st Elite Corps
The Clone raised an eyebrow as he heard all of the company support this new effort was going to take on. Then again, he shouldn't have. Most of these people had some sort of company support behind them. That would make this effort a lot easier. Moving their own operations all the way out here, that would be more difficult. As Lander said, the Unknown Region was called that for a reason, and who knew whose eyes could turn their way out there.
Most of the company talk went over his head, and so he just sat there, sipping from his flask as he tried to sink into the wall. His eyes only stopped glazing over when Braze asked him if his "contact" was available to help. Everyone at the table could see him hesitate before he gave his answer. He knew Aren's attitude about Jedi, and she wouldn't be easy to turn onto this scheme. It was going to take a personal touch... "I'm not going to promise anything, Blaze. My contact is going to need an in-person display of all the boyish charm you can muster to actively want to support this. But they could help in terms of setting up industry and construction." Aren was going to be a tough sell, but she would also see sense. Empress Teta was starting to become more of a nightmare than the paradise of the world they first settled. She knew they couldn't stay there forever. Besides, Aren went where the contracts were. Why wouldn't working for the Jedi be any different?
Omen sank back into his seat, thinking while he let the others talk about high-minded things like actually getting this thing up and running. They had made more progress in the past few minutes than he thought they would make in hours. Guess everyone really wanted to make something good here. The Clone was just interested to see how this event would go on in the book of this galaxy's history.
Most of the company talk went over his head, and so he just sat there, sipping from his flask as he tried to sink into the wall. His eyes only stopped glazing over when Braze asked him if his "contact" was available to help. Everyone at the table could see him hesitate before he gave his answer. He knew Aren's attitude about Jedi, and she wouldn't be easy to turn onto this scheme. It was going to take a personal touch... "I'm not going to promise anything, Blaze. My contact is going to need an in-person display of all the boyish charm you can muster to actively want to support this. But they could help in terms of setting up industry and construction." Aren was going to be a tough sell, but she would also see sense. Empress Teta was starting to become more of a nightmare than the paradise of the world they first settled. She knew they couldn't stay there forever. Besides, Aren went where the contracts were. Why wouldn't working for the Jedi be any different?
Omen sank back into his seat, thinking while he let the others talk about high-minded things like actually getting this thing up and running. They had made more progress in the past few minutes than he thought they would make in hours. Guess everyone really wanted to make something good here. The Clone was just interested to see how this event would go on in the book of this galaxy's history.