To give a bird its wings (Lily Kirsche Kuhn)

[Condor]

One of the most embarrassing secrets about Condor was that the man notorious for his use of a jetpack and metal wings to "fly" around the battle field did not fly a ship. He knew how to fly, but he never bothered with it. This was due to a lack of funds, and that his clients usually paid for transport. He had enough connections with various smugglers to be able to hitch a ride to just about anywhere in the galaxy for cheap. However, now that he had come into some money, thanks to the well-paying Primeval and some odd jobs on the side, he was able to afford his own ship. Of course, he didn't know a single thing about ship building, so he had to find someone to make it for him.

The best place to start looking was the Holonet, something that he was a little unfamiliar with. Most of his jobs he heard about through word of mouth, so he didn't spend a whole lot of time using it. He simply didn't have the time. Luckily the task was pretty simple. He just searched up "custom ship builders" and went to the first link he saw. Browsing would be a waste of time. "Koros Spaceworks" was the name of the company. He'd never heard of it. It looked small but reliable, and it wasn't like he was asking for a big ship. Something with a fast hyperdrive and enough shielding and armor to survive for more than a few seconds was all he needed.

He checked the information on the page, noting the "contact us" section. He hated sending transmissions through the Holonet, but it wasn't like he could go to the place of business itself at the moment. He preferred face-to-face confrontations over the anonymity of the Holonet. He didn't have any other choice really, but to send a message.

Quickly, he typed up the message as fast as possible, wanting to get this over as soon as possible.

<begin transmission>​

Recipient: [member="Lily"] Kursche Kuhn​

Sender: Connor Arc​

Subject: Ship?​

Message: Hey, I saw you on the Holonet and was wondering if you could build a ship for me? It would have to be small, fast, and well armored. I'm not able to leave Ord Janon for a couple days, so we will have to communicate via transmissions for a while. Are you up for the challenge?​

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<end transmission>​

<transmission sent>​

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Condor sat back and relaxed, sending the message off into the Holonet. That part was over. Now he just had to wait.

 

[Ellie Mors]

Being that Lily was a rising figure in the social circles of shipwrights and shipbuilders across the Galaxy, it was understandable that someone might not have yet heard of Koros Spaceworks - the significant portion of the company's history being primarily embedded almost three-thousand years prior. While Lily was set to inherit the throne and become the governing body of Empress Teta, which hosted the shipbuilding company that she managed, She was most certainly not a popular subject of conversation across the galaxy in Primeval space, lending too to the understanding of her relative anonymity with those so far from her home. Of course the contact section at the base of the company holonet page was not managed directly by the owner, Lily Kuhn, but rather went through a series of aides who waded through the hundreds of inquiries made every day, often filling much of her weekdays with conference calls between her secretary, herself, and one of these aides. Today was no different, someone wanted to have the company lend out some ships for free, another requested a loan of credits - claiming to be a lost brother or some relative, and lastly came the request for business. It generally went that way, most inquiries being close to the core until she recently began petitioning for business and operations within the Primeval territory.

"Miss Kuhn, there is a man by the name of Connor Arc who wishes to get in touch with you about a personal vessel." Pinged her secretary's voice over the intercom in the room at the front of her desk, bringing the bored teenager out of her daze. "Is he in?" Lily replied, curious. "No, ma'am, it was a message over the holonet." She said, a holographic display of the message appearing over the holodisplay positioned at the center of the her desk. That always tended to annoy her - the holographic intrusion, that is - but reading over an opportunity to make a sale on what looked like a relatively simple craft - chosen over the likes of CEC and Kuat - lightened her mood considerably. "Reply with an affirmative, I'm fine with being directly consulted on this, too." Lily said dryly as she flicked off the intercom and returned to reading what she had been before.

<<Transmission Start>>​

Recipient: Connor Arc (@Condor)
Subject: Re: Ship?
Message: We have received your request and have approved of the request. Miss Kuhn, on behalf of Koros Spaceworks, will be in contact with you shortly about the specifications of your desired craft. A credit check will be ran once all the details have been worked out. Please enjoy the remainder of your day.

~Koros Spaceworks

<<Transmission End>>​

 

[Condor]

Spoiler

No special colors because I'm on mobile Also I got my Holonet stuff mixed up with something else. It's usually face-to-face. Oops. [member="Lily Kirsche Kuhn"]

The beeping of his holotransmitter awoke Condor from his nap, and thinking it was his alarm, he swatted it away. He was still groggy from sleep; it had been a long day of fighting. He slowly arose from his slumber, the room coming into focus slowly, but surely. Glancing around, he noted that he was not aboard a company freighter, but instead in a bombed out house on Ord Janon, his back against the wall. He wasn't one for sleeping sitting up, but it had been 36 hours since the last time he'd gotten some shut-eye.

Seeing his current position, he noted that the annoying, beeping object was not his alarm clock, but rather his holotransmitter. He briefly wondered who in the name of Jabba was contacting him during a job, before realizing it was probably those ship-people. Coruscant Shipyards, was it? He couldn't remember. Sighing, he reached over to grab the device, his hands still slippery with sweat. The message looked like it came from some sort of bot, an automatic reply. Either they didn't care enough to make him a personal message, or they were too busy. Neither of the options were good. Of course, maybe the owner was at a meeting. He had no way of knowing.

Unfortunately for the company, his schedule was a little hectic at the moment. The slavers of Ord Janon were a tough bunch, and the fighting was erratic. It either didn't happen at all, or it happened all at once. Thus, he concluded, leaving a message was the best course of action. A video message of course, to make it more personal. He checked around to make sure he was alone and wiped the sweat off of his brow, trying to look as presentable as one can in body armor. Satisfied with his appearance, he started recording.

"Sorry about jumping the gun here, but my schedule isn't exactly predictable at the moment. I'll try to make this short," he began, trying to ignore the sound of an artillery shell hitting a few blocks away. "I chose you guys because I heard you were reliable." A flatout lie, of course. They were the first ones he saw. "I assure you I have the money to pay for this, assuming your prices are reasonable. Get back to me when you can, or if you want to do this face-to-face, I can arrange for that two days from now. I would say more, but as you can tell, I'm kinda pressed for time." The sound of laserfire in the background accentuated his point as he cut off the transmission before concealing the holotransmitter.