Private Vagaries of Hyperlane Travel

[Delila Castillon]

Noah Corek | Location : Lohopa II , Mining Colony | Objective : Rid Colony of Spice, Kick out Pirates

Dells lay on her belly, staring through a pair of macrobinoculars. Sun beat down across her back as she remained motionless. Heat didn't really bother her - seemed she found herself in desert environments often. It was more just keeping her skin covered so she didn't freckle and dry out like some aquatic creature. Arms, bent at the elbow, moved slightly to scan the mining pits below. Nothing unusual, although she tried not to think too much about the processes below, having spent hellish months in a Sith mining camp recently. At least, as far as she knew, the miners below were voluntary paid workers.

How Corek found these jobs she had no idea. Most of her time of late was spent running cargo and doing odd jobs - such was the life of a spacer with a large cargo hold. Dells was trying to branch out a bit - credits were important. There had been months of only Brak running a skeleton crew and it had depleted a lot of what was socked away for a rainy day. Ideally she should try to reach out to the Alderaan Royal Family's security detail - see if they had any special events upcoming where they needed extra muscle. It would be better than laying in the dirt.

"I know the mining company wants the spice away from here to keep the workers focused but they are wasting their money. Minute we figure this out its just going to flow back in."

 

[Noah Corek]

As Delila Castillon sat observing through her borrowed macrobinoculars, something she all but had to claw from Noah after being told to find her own pair, Noah sat a few meters behind her, back propped against a rock as he absentmindedly went through the process of cleaning his various bits of kit with him. His current bit of cleaning was a rifle, upper and lower receiver separated while Noah used a wire brush to scrape and rub away carbon fouling inside of the weapon.

Most of Noah's time nowadays was spent focusing on the macro instead of the micro of the private military contracting business. This meant rubbing shoulders in the corporate and political sphere, securing contracts and planning operations. Sometimes though Noah took the smaller jobs like this to keep himself sharp, remain humble and remind himself of just what his people went through. Of course keeping all the credits to himself and the thrill of just combat didn't dissuade him either.

When Dells spoke Noah's gaze rose from his cleaning and towards her, eyes probably admiring the view a little too much for his own good. "You're preaching to the converted Dells, I brought up the same fact when they submitted the contract but they seem to think their smarter than everyone else...or they know something everyone else doesn't."

 

[Delila Castillon]

"Mm, I'm thinking more credits than sense. See it all the time,even now in the hyperlanes. Company might think it's one of those 'toss credits at it and it will go away' type of problems."

Eyes moved from the macrobinoculars and body twisted to look at Corek.

"I say we take a direct approach at first. Go interrogate a few key workers, see what they know. It will only take one weak link in the chain to give us a bit of direction."

Noah Corek

 

[Noah Corek]

Noah nodded along with her assessment, both their points of view made sense though most likely it would prove that Dells logic won out. Many corporations thought that simply throwing credits at problems meant they would be solved, and while they were it only proved temporary and the issue would undoubtedly rise again. "Yeah your probably right, too much credits and not enough sense."

Finish up his cleaning Noah put the wire brush back into the cleaning kit off to his side and then placing that kit back into his pack. Standing his adjust his web gear, making sure everything was secure before throwing the pack over his back.

He chuckled at her direct plan but nodded in agreeance. "Yeah, start with the foreman and work our way down from there..."

Delila Castillon ​

 

[Delila Castillon]

Delila dusted herself off and set foot down to the area with the Foreman and various workers. Viewing from afar only revealed so much. Realistically she knew this job was going to take a moment. Those involved in the trade would be on their best behavior for now. No doubt word was circulating around the jobsite of their presence. Those who were involved would wait but they wouldn't wait long.

Bored look graced her features as she took notes from the Foreman. The large man was speaking animatedly, hands flying, oscillating between rants of the workers and issues with spice. Key notes were written down, along with some initial impressions of the head Foreman. Delila already didn't like him, might be his long winded nature or perhaps something else.

"Unless you shut down this worker colony to the outside spice is going to come in. Have you considered atmospheric loading?"

"Atmospheric loading?! We can't afford that!"


Noah Corek

 

[Noah Corek]

Delila Castillon​

Noah had followed behind Dells, rifle slung lazily in his arms, or at least it seemed lazily to the casual observer when in reality it would allow him to bring the rifle to bear rather quickly if there was trouble not that he expected it. As his companion talked to the foreman Noah listened and watched the others around them, specifically watching the foreman's number two man and to see his reactions to Dells interaction with his boss.

When the idea of atmospheric load was brought into question, and immediately dismissed out of hand as being to expensive Noah let out a snort that drew eyes to him, most of them surprised to hear him as they thought he was just Dells' muscle. "Raise the price on the ore you are mining her by a decicredit per a hundrer kilograms and it'll more than cover any cost from atmospheric loading, combine that with the increase in revenue from the increased productivity of your workers after the spice is cut off and you'll probably be netting even more profit than what you are making as it stands now."