Alli's ship landed as close as she was allowed to Omega Pyre Tower at Fondor, and then proceeded to be escorted by her two droidikas. She smiled as the familar sound of their roll filled the air, and she walked through the doors, She was curious on what the policy about her droids were, as they were her body guards. She walked in and asked the receptionist, hoping that her message had gotten through. " I am here to see cira, I am the CEO of Baktoid Industries." She said politely, it wasn't everyday you visited a fellow CEO's company. She looked around the first floor.
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There was something about sending bolts down range and hearing the faint popping sound of it hitting bullseye that was one heck of a kriffing stress reliever.
Her hair was tightly drawn back in a high ponytail, giving emphasis to the exotic features of her almond shaped eyes and high cheekbones. Clear protective goggles and sound dampening earbuds were the days attire along with her usual black armor. That and the newest prototype that the best reverse engineering techs could buy.
Bacta had it's uses. An near endless amounts of credits was one of them.
If her personnel couldn't find her in her office, the bulk knew that the next best thing would be OP's firing ranges. It was here that her protocol droid C4J0 found her, just after sending a volley of citrine bolts down in a tight grouping alongside the matte black image of the target display.
"Mistress, your appointment has arrived." He waddled over next to her, his metallic body glinting gold under the bright halo lights over head. " Ma'am Wren to see you. CEO of Baktoid Industries."
Cira didn't even turn, her attention focused down to her target and at the tight grouping. She'd dropped the prototype and slammed another powercell in.
"Then we shouldn't make her wait should we?" There came the wry grin as she lifted the blaster rifle, resting it snugly within the pocket of her shoulder as she locked in down range. "Bring her over C4JO," the safety came off. "We'll talk business here."
Nothing like an unorthodox negotiating table, mmm?
Her hair was tightly drawn back in a high ponytail, giving emphasis to the exotic features of her almond shaped eyes and high cheekbones. Clear protective goggles and sound dampening earbuds were the days attire along with her usual black armor. That and the newest prototype that the best reverse engineering techs could buy.
Bacta had it's uses. An near endless amounts of credits was one of them.
If her personnel couldn't find her in her office, the bulk knew that the next best thing would be OP's firing ranges. It was here that her protocol droid C4J0 found her, just after sending a volley of citrine bolts down in a tight grouping alongside the matte black image of the target display.
"Mistress, your appointment has arrived." He waddled over next to her, his metallic body glinting gold under the bright halo lights over head. " Ma'am Wren to see you. CEO of Baktoid Industries."
Cira didn't even turn, her attention focused down to her target and at the tight grouping. She'd dropped the prototype and slammed another powercell in.
"Then we shouldn't make her wait should we?" There came the wry grin as she lifted the blaster rifle, resting it snugly within the pocket of her shoulder as she locked in down range. "Bring her over C4JO," the safety came off. "We'll talk business here."
Nothing like an unorthodox negotiating table, mmm?
Alli smiled as the droid appeared, she wanted in the bacta market and she needed to go through Omega Pyre. She followed the droid but frowned a bit at the sight of a range but tried to make the best of it. She smiled as she approached the woman, " Hello I am Alli Wren, I am glad I finally was able to meet with you. She extended her hand, and wondered what this woman was like, it seemed she meant business.
She took one last shot, more than satisfied with the result as Miss Wren gave her greeting. Cira then gave the safety a snap and slid the blaster riffle from the pocket of her shoulder, placing it in front of her after pulling out the powercell. Safety glasses still in place, she gave a half twist of her torso to extend her own hand, clasping Wren's with her own in a firm shake.
The titained maned Prex gave a knowing grin, "Welcome to Omega Pyre, Miss Wren... from one woman in power to another," Oh there was no reason to beat around the bush, as evident by her light amusement.
She gave a nod motioning over to the blaster rifle, "Care to give it a go?"
The titained maned Prex gave a knowing grin, "Welcome to Omega Pyre, Miss Wren... from one woman in power to another," Oh there was no reason to beat around the bush, as evident by her light amusement.
She gave a nod motioning over to the blaster rifle, "Care to give it a go?"
Alli smiled shook her hand, " nice to meet you Cira is it? I am glad to finally meet you, I have met with your subordinate before. She smiled and looked at the rifle and took into her hands. She began to look it over, " I don't believe I have seen this model yet" She smiled admiring it holding it up and getting a feel for it. She did like a good gun, something about them just cheered a girl up. " So, I was curious what sort of arrangements Baktoid Industries and Omega Pyre, could make and make the galaxy a more profitable place. " She said with a smile, spending her time not talking toying with the rifle, Ciara seemed to know how to entertain her.