Thirty Pieces of... (Silver Jedi Only)

[Darth Metus]

The Silver Temple, Voss

Fate was oftentimes a cruel mistress. At times, it would allow the cradle of democracy to triumph over the center of all even in the Galaxy. At others, it would allow the same beacon of light to tear itself asunder. Yes, fate obviously had some sense of humor, for it tugged the Galaxy to and fro on mere whims...yet for an arms dealer, this was a good thing. With collapse, change, and conflict came business...and business was good! At present, the money-loving Echani commanded his cargo transport through the depths of hyperspace, bound for the world of Voss. While his typical transactions would keep him focused on the major governments of the Galaxy, this day he would meet with a new sect: the so-called SIlver Jedi. Tyri Lsu, CEO of Czerka Arms and its subsidiary Czerka Mining and Industrial, did not know a single thing about this new order...save a location, a name, and their need for quality vehicles.

And so, Tyri came to deliver.

At once, the transport dropped out of hyperspace and straightway dipped into the atmosphere of the planet. Only a few seconds of transit later and the transport landed upon solid ground. "Alright," came the calm voice of the Echani, "everyone out." Those he addressed were but a cadre of droids he kept as personal assistants and attendants. There was no verbal affirmation to his command, only the clattering of metallic feet as they followed their master off the vessel and to the front steps of the recently-erected structure. Apparently, the CEO was to meet with a member of the Silver Jedi, authorized to discuss the terms for a contract that would bring the best Czerka Industrial had to offer into their grasp. This was an arrangement the Echani was perfectly fine with; and as a show of good faith, his droids each carried along a number of large crates. Within each were...special presents for the Jedi.

Coming to a halt before the steps, the Echani folded his hands behind his back and flashed his typical, warm grin. Now it was a matter of waiting for the Jedi to appear.

[member="Hasjo Hallu"]

 

[Lord Gaius]

Hasjo Hallu, Jedi Knight of the Silver Order and Commander of the Sixth Battalion descended the circular, marble staircase. His black leather boots contrasted by the starch white steps, as leather slapped against the stone. He wore a silver cloak draped over his shoulders. His tunic was a light grey, and his trousers a dark. Marching past the immense crystal that dominated the central antechamber, he recalled the days prior. Iella had sent him a transmission, notifying her she was currently too encumbered with work to meet this official. And Hasjo having worked with Professer Al'Lee, seemed to be the most suitable and appropriate Jedi to meet with this businessman. Though businessmen and the Chiss scientists were far different I'm mannerisms. He thanked the Force this businessman was not Professor Al'Lee.


The Sixth Battalion currently on dog-watch alerted him to the hyperspace slip and approaching vessel. Defences had been disabled to enable the visitors a smooth and stress-free approach vector. As the ship came to dock, and the man waited outside the front archways that welcomed those to the temple, Hasjo arrived on time. The Nautolan's black, unblinking, lidless eyes regarded the man cooly. Sweeping his gaze to the droids with the crates. He didn't know the man, nor was he given much information apart from whom he represented. Hasjo bowed his head in respect and clasped his hands together before him. By his metallic belt clipped a Lightsaber Pike. "Welcome to the Silver Temple, home of the Silver Jedi Order. I am Hasjo Hallu, Knight of the Order. I am here to discuss with you business."
@[member="Tyri Lsu"]

 

[Darth Metus]

The silence of the temple's stairway was then broken by the appearance of a Nautolan. Each step rippled with purpose as he made his way forward, stopping in order to render a polite bow and introduce himself. The Echani was no stranger to tact and proper etiquette, for without these he would not make any sales! As such, Tyri inclined his head in a likewise manner, introducing himself in turn. "My name is Tyri Lsu, CEO of Czerka Mining and Industrial." he said before righting himself. Taking a moment, he adjusted the tie of his Executive-class Formal Wear and met the lidless eyes of the alien. "I appreciate your taking the time to meet with me this fine afternoon, and I must say your temple is breathtaking." he began, regarding the man with his "business" smile once again. "Now then, as the ancient saying goes...Time is Money. So, I'll begin the presentation right away." With that said, the Echani momentarily turned to his droids, who each opened their crates. Once the protective walls of durasteel fell, Stratus Speeder Bikes stood proud in their wake. With pride bleeding from the businessman like a new father, he gestured to the bikes and said: "Allow me to present to you the first of our civilian speeder bikes: the Stratus!"

He then motioned for the Nautolan to step closer as he began to prattle through some statistics. "As you can see, this speeder seems to be an archaic model at first glance...but that can not be further from the truth. With but a flip of a switch, the wheels part and the built-in repulsorlifts activate. This speeder bike is one of the fastest on the market, can travel over all terrains, both with the wheels up and down, and is lightly armed. This is not an engine of war, of course, but a vessel befitting civilians; or stewards of the Light such as yourselves." he said, pausing in order to face the alien. "A contract with Czerka Mining and Industrial will make your Order the proud owners of these exceptional vehicles and much, much more. In the design phases right now are starships, air speeders, and even mobile command centers that I am sure that your Order can make avid usage of. The terms of said contract are entirely negotiable and consist of a promise of servicing on the goods provided, the promise to make exclusive vehicles for the Order, and a heartfelt request to build a Czerka facility on Voss. You have our guarantee that, in all international affairs, our corporation is neutral; never will conflict be brought upon your doors due to our presence being upon this world. In particular, we ask for your blessing in setting up a small mining facility on Voss; thereby reactivating an ancient facility that has been inactive for quite some time. We will bring work to the local populous and will wreak no havoc upon the world."

And with that, the terms were in the air. It was in the Jedi's court whether or not to agree or seek adjustments to the potential terms. "So, what say you? Are these terms agreeable, or is there anything that you would like to see changed?"

[member="Hasjo Hallu"]

 

[Lord Gaius]

"So, what say you? Are these terms agreeable, or is there anything that you would like to see changed?"
Hasjo considered his words, a webbed emerald hand reaching to his hairless, smooth chin. A long, delicate, clawed finger tracing the outline of his jaw in thought. The Nautolan offered his hand towards him in emphasis as he spoke. "While these are admirable terms, mining facilities and factories would upset the.. beauty, of Voss. Mining is also known to create sink holes, and understandably, they're deadly natural disasters. I offer, there is a facility run by Professor Al'Lee currently designing a prototype fleet of rthe Order. The laboratory is located off-world on Orto Plutonia, might I suggest Orto Plutonia instead? The planet is mostly uninhabited. Mining facilities and factories would not upset the landscape drastically, and sinkholes would become a minor problem with the lack of a populous."

@[member="Tyri Lsu"]

 

[Darth Metus]

There was a moment of silence on the part of the Echani as he carefully considered the amendment proposed by the Nautolan. Personally, Tyri did not know much about the world that the Jedi had proposed; and as such he had to ascertain whether or not it was a "good deal". "My tentative answer is: Of course." he began, motioning to one of his droids. With a lumbering sum of steps, the automaton handed its master a datapad, upon which he promptly pulled up the history and general statistics of the world in question. The planet in question was a world of ice and was also considered a protectorate of the Pantoran people. However, there was potential for the basest of raw materials to be harvested from the world. Nodding, the Echani returned his attention to the Jedi and resumed his trademark smile. "If this Professor associate of yours can go through the proper channels and ensure that the Pantoran government will have no objections to my mining there, I'll be more than happy to begin there. I trust that you will handle speaking to your associate to take care of this particular affair, yes? If so, then I believe we have a deal."

With that said, the Echani held out his hand in order to seal the deal. Of course, there would be a contract that needed signing, but that would come after this simple, yet universally-understood, gesture.

 

[Lord Gaius]

[member="Tyri Lsu"] said "I trust that you will handle speaking to your associate to take care of this particular affair, yes? If so, then I believe we have a deal."
"I'll speak to the Professor, and have him organise arrangements with the local government" Hasjo confirmed, curling his green, webbed, clawed hand around the Echani's much smaller hand, shaking it tight and firmly three times. He motioned him to a set of tables and chairs in the grassy knoll nearby. Most often used by Jedi for outside meals of relaxation. "And the contract..?" Hasjo inquired as his large, Nautolan form stalked over to the chairs, pulling one out for Tyri, and then one for his own. Waiting to take a seat after Tyri.

 

[Darth Metus]

"Excellent, you have my sincerest thanks." said the Echani. His fingertips coiled about those of the Nautolan and returned the shake, briefly and firmly. Upon release, he then strode over to the table and laid the datapad containing the contract in clear view. From there, he seated himself and began to prattle off the terms. "The terms of the contract are simple. We, Czerka Corporation, will provide the Order of Silver Jedi with the best of our company's products. We will also handle the maintenance and fueling of these vehicles. Upon request, we will gladly devise products that will be manufacturered and provided to the Order of Silver Jedi exclusively. In return, the Order of Silver Jedi will, of course, meet the financial requirements of each purchase; but will be given discounts on a regular basis. In exceptionally brief terms: we sell, you buy. You want custom orders, you get exclusivity as well." he said, holding the datapad aloft for the Jedi to examine the terms. At the bottom of the datapad was the dotted line; and a stylus was at the ready, awaiting Hasjo's signature.

"If this is agreeable, sign on the dotted line. I'm perfectly fine with amending terms if need be."

 

[Lord Gaius]

"If this is agreeable, sign on the dotted line. I'm perfectly fine with amending terms if need be."
Hasjo nodded, agreeing with the man. He took the stylus with due care, his clawed fingernails scratching against it as he wrote out his signature. H. Hallu. He glanced back to the man. Hasjo was relatively busy within the order of late. He'd been simultaneously tracking numerous Sith across the galaxy, and as a Guardian, he tracked them down and hunted them. It was what most of his life revolved around. And currently, he was about to leave for a mission to Orto Plutonia to have talks with Professor Sukh'Al'Lee about these new arrangements. "I do not mean to be rude, sir. But I am unfortunately weighed down almost as equally as Master Iella. I must bid you farewell until next time, I look forward to further business deals."

@[member="Tyri Lsu"]

 

[Darth Metus]

With the contract signed, the Echani clasped his hands together and an expression of joy claimed his face. "Excellent, Excellent!" he almost exclaimed upon taking the datapad back into his possession. "By all means, please attend to your duties. I am immensely grateful that you would take the time out in order to see me this day. Please, inform your comrades that there are top of the line speeder bikes awaiting their claiming outside. I shall begin preparations for Orto Plutonia immediately as well." With that said, the CEO of Czerka Corporation lowered his head, bidding the Jedi a fond farewell.