GhostOfProtocol
The OOC One
The litter bin, full of failed designs and ideas. The idea's were mostly failed ideas for the new Hutt Frigates he'd had made, but a few were top class private. Private for his private army. These contained ships, guns and armor. Yeah, the armor he'd have to have made as he didn't really work with armor, but ah well.
The Cowboy had removed his hat, guns and overcoat and he sat there in his waistcoat and trousers, looking around. He realized he needed to look somewhat formal while he was working, but yeah. He smiled, staring at the design laid out in front of him. It was of a large frigate, larger than most anyway. He had figured out ways to make it armed to the teeth and still quite fast to be honest.
On one of the boards dotted around the room lay a few small designs, stuff he wanted to make for the public, but that wasn't what this was about. Xander stared at the board right in front of him, on it, the stuff for the private army.
Why he wanted a private army was something different. He couldn't rely on the Hutt's men to help when they chose to move forward and take back the Hutt planets. He wanted men that he could trust, that he knew would protect him.
Hey, he had a right to keep the best stuff to himself, right?
The Cowboy had removed his hat, guns and overcoat and he sat there in his waistcoat and trousers, looking around. He realized he needed to look somewhat formal while he was working, but yeah. He smiled, staring at the design laid out in front of him. It was of a large frigate, larger than most anyway. He had figured out ways to make it armed to the teeth and still quite fast to be honest.
On one of the boards dotted around the room lay a few small designs, stuff he wanted to make for the public, but that wasn't what this was about. Xander stared at the board right in front of him, on it, the stuff for the private army.
Why he wanted a private army was something different. He couldn't rely on the Hutt's men to help when they chose to move forward and take back the Hutt planets. He wanted men that he could trust, that he knew would protect him.
Hey, he had a right to keep the best stuff to himself, right?