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Office of the Mand'alor, Mandalore
Throughout the history of the Galaxy, there was only one nationality of individuals whose warlike ways made them the perfect customer for Czerka Arms. Known as the sons and daughters of Mandalore, these warriors were famed due to the history of blood and honor they wrote through war. Now, several centuries after the initial destruction of Czerka Arms due to the Gulag Plague, the reborn organization now sought to do business with the famous Mandalorians. This day, the quiet of space was broken by a single freighter transmitting civilian codes. Having announced intentions over the comm, and set an appointment beforehand, the Czerka freighter was permitted to descend through the skies of the planet; ultimately coming to a landing at the appointed port. The CEO of the corporation himself, Tyri Lsu, then disembarked from his vessel and adjusted the tie of his formal attire. Inhaling a calming breath, he then motioned to the duo of droids who had accompanied him, signaling them to carry down the crates of firearms that the Echani had brought along to display.
Tyri was promptly met and escorted by a cadre of Mandalorian Guards, each garbed from head to toe in beskar'gam. Any of them alone could easily decimate the young businessman, a fact that spoke volumes of the sheer strength of the Mandalorian people. They led him within the rather imposing structure and throughout the halls, concluding their brief voyage outside of a pair of mahogany doors. With an accented voice, the lead guard addressed the Echani, saying: "Go on ahead. The Mand'alor is expecting you." Tyri gave a nod in response and was admitted into the office, promptly coming to a halt with the duo of droids at his heels. Lowering his head out of respect, he then introduced himself in his calm, business-like tone. "Lord Mand'alor, I thank you for agreeing to an audience. My name is Tyri Lsu, CEO of Czerka Arms. Today, I have prepared for you a display of my finest armaments in the hope you find them quality enough to warrant their usage by your people." With that said, Tyri stood tall and folded his arms behind his back, flashing a smile that bled warmth. "With your go ahead, I'll proceed with the presentation."
[member="Gilamar Skirata"]
Throughout the history of the Galaxy, there was only one nationality of individuals whose warlike ways made them the perfect customer for Czerka Arms. Known as the sons and daughters of Mandalore, these warriors were famed due to the history of blood and honor they wrote through war. Now, several centuries after the initial destruction of Czerka Arms due to the Gulag Plague, the reborn organization now sought to do business with the famous Mandalorians. This day, the quiet of space was broken by a single freighter transmitting civilian codes. Having announced intentions over the comm, and set an appointment beforehand, the Czerka freighter was permitted to descend through the skies of the planet; ultimately coming to a landing at the appointed port. The CEO of the corporation himself, Tyri Lsu, then disembarked from his vessel and adjusted the tie of his formal attire. Inhaling a calming breath, he then motioned to the duo of droids who had accompanied him, signaling them to carry down the crates of firearms that the Echani had brought along to display.
Tyri was promptly met and escorted by a cadre of Mandalorian Guards, each garbed from head to toe in beskar'gam. Any of them alone could easily decimate the young businessman, a fact that spoke volumes of the sheer strength of the Mandalorian people. They led him within the rather imposing structure and throughout the halls, concluding their brief voyage outside of a pair of mahogany doors. With an accented voice, the lead guard addressed the Echani, saying: "Go on ahead. The Mand'alor is expecting you." Tyri gave a nod in response and was admitted into the office, promptly coming to a halt with the duo of droids at his heels. Lowering his head out of respect, he then introduced himself in his calm, business-like tone. "Lord Mand'alor, I thank you for agreeing to an audience. My name is Tyri Lsu, CEO of Czerka Arms. Today, I have prepared for you a display of my finest armaments in the hope you find them quality enough to warrant their usage by your people." With that said, Tyri stood tall and folded his arms behind his back, flashing a smile that bled warmth. "With your go ahead, I'll proceed with the presentation."
[member="Gilamar Skirata"]