Whill Shaman Dažbog
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Post by Whill Shaman Dažbog on Feb 9, 2020 22:09:20 GMT -8
The Negotium is home to a Galactic Stock Exchange, towering high rises, and various factional embassies. It is the place to be for those interested in monetary affairs, intergalactic affairs, or anything related to official business.
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Elis Daragon
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Post by Elis Daragon on Feb 10, 2020 11:55:43 GMT -8
Elis once more staggered in from a multi-week long trip into the Unknown Regions. Her dirty and practical cloths stuck out like a sore thumb as she made her way back to her apartment/office. It was the place she lived and sifted through the data she collected from her survey trips. This most recent one appeared to be a nominal success. She had found a world, or more accurately the fifth moon of a gas giant, that was reading rich in metals used in creating ship hulls. It didn't have an atmosphere that supported life though, which would lower it's price quite a bit, but that also meant, no need to worry about ecological impact surveys, just mine the thing dry and pack up and leave. Elis looked forward to selling this one. Maybe she could afford to move out of the converted janitors closet she was living in. Though, because of the desired exterior design, this one closet had gotten a window, one with a spectacular view of the Negotium. The young human woman sat her bag down in the corner before moving over to the small kitchen area and began to brew some tea. And by the time she stepped out of the shower, cleansed of all the grime, and bundled up in her fluffy robe, the tea was ready. Pouring herself a healthy mug, Elis sat in the seat by the window and looked out over the Oasis' business district. She had lived here a few years now, but never got over how beautiful this place was. She just hoped her next couple sales could let her get a better location. Maybe even a store front, so she could stop have to meet people in their own offices or coffee houses.
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Post by Nicademus Delvardus IV on Feb 10, 2020 13:11:05 GMT -8
The First Order, known as the Empire within and beyond its boundaries, were among the first to establish an embassy within the Negotium of the immense space station, Oasis. The Imperial's allies were few and this neutral location seemed ideal for people to better understand the Empire as well as cultivate relations. Still, the Emperor suspected there would be those who weren't happy with the presence of his nation upon the station nonetheless. Whatever the risk, Nicademus committed to the initiative and opened negotiations with the leadership of the Oasis.
When the negotiations proved successful, several ships, escorted by smaller armed vessels, arrived outside of the Oasis, carrying with them necessary materials and personnel for the Imperial Embassy to be made. After purchasing an ideal spot, within the space station, the location was properly furbished and occupied within a couple short weeks. The Imperial Ambassador, assigned to this location, was Baron Gavyn Hedsard, a middle-aged veteran of the Imperial Civil Services and, formerly, Moff of Entralla, a planet within the core territories of the First Order. Likely any Imperial, Gavyn had some military experience, namely in the Army, but found a greater desire for politics and management, resulting in his transfer to Imperial Civil Services and, eventually, his Moffship. Nicademus trusted Baron Hedsard with this position in order to promote the cultivated image of the Empire to the wider galaxy, establish new relations, and keep his ears out. While most of the personnel, within the Embassy staff, were members of the Imperial Civil Service and Diplomatic Corps, there were a few agents of Imperial Intelligence that were hidden in plain sight. Several Stormtrooper squads were assigned to guard the location and patrol its corridors. These soldiers kept to the vicinity of the Embassy, as per their orders, since security beyond it was handled by the space station's personnel.
As a result of its location, Imperial businesses from the Empire began to sprout up, ranging from mercantile guilds of Brentaal IV to fresh caf from the planet of Garqi. All done to promote Imperial commerce and, hopefully, lure people in for business and perhaps relations. There were even representatives from the major banking worlds of Aargau and Muunilinst, with a strong presence of the trading clans of Brentaal IV and Taris. In addition, major companies, from Imperial territories, came to the Oasis to set up offices. Among the many that produced arms, technology, ships, and more, for the Empire, there was Balmorran Arms, Kuat Drive Yards, and Rendili StarDrive that set up shop within what would become known as the Imperial District, the area that was immediately centered around, and in close proximity, to the Imperial Embassy.
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Post by Marcus Starmane [RETIRED] on Feb 13, 2020 6:27:07 GMT -8
Despite the inherent risks of so boldly announcing their presence on the Galactic Political Stage, the Coalition Senate approved the motion to engage with and negotiate the opening of a Coalition Embassy upon The Oasis. Thanks to certain recent additions to Coalition Space and the steadily improving economy as a result, an agreement was met and the Coalition set about dispatching resources and supplies to set up an Embassy.
Being aware of the First Order's existing presence, Senator Sahra Starmane oversaw the purchase and construction of the Embassy in a location within the Negotium that was well on the opposite side to where the Imperials were set up. Ensuring that the enforced peace of The Oasis was far easier to maintain by the local security force. The Coalition had no intention of being the ones to trespass the laws of this neutral nation.
For the interim, Sahra was appointed the temporary Coalition Ambassador until a long term replacement could be sourced to replace her. Construction finished promptly after the purchase was made and supplies had been shipped in, with the Embassy staff arriving soon after. Members of the Coalition Enforcement Agency provided internal security for the Embassy and no further. Meanwhile, agents from C-Sec's Coalition Exterior Services were planted among the Embassy staff.
Per arrangements with the Ministry of Public Health and Safety, a free clinic was set up right next door to the Embassy to provide medical check ups and care. Businesses from Thyferra also set up shop nearby to provide a variety of Bacta goods. While shipyard businesses from Fondor, Corellia, and Hapes set up stroe fronts for offering luxury craft and a variety of civilian craft for purchase
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Post by Viox Savage on Feb 16, 2020 17:52:41 GMT -8
The Blackguard Imperium, formerly known as the Blackguard Reborn, jumped at the opportunity to play a much larger and potentially more influential role in galactic politics. While not the Sith'ari's strong suit, there were many within the recently formed Imperial Diplomatic Service that were more than capable of taking on the daunting task of representing the single largest united faction of darksiders. Chosen specifically for this task, from one of the supporting clans on Iridonia, was Sevran Del Oucoa. Young, charismatic and very worldly, the Zabrak official became the Blackguard's top political representative. And the embassy that would be opened on the Oasis was the perfect opportunity for him. Knowing full well that proper representation and playing the political games of his enemies was required of him, the Sith'ari agreed to open negotiations with the administration of Oasis.*
*Upon succeeding in the negotiations, several ships were dispatched to the Oasis. Loaded with the necessary supplies and personnel required to build and staff a Sith Embassy, giving the Blackguard economic access to several varieties of good and resources. Citizens of the Imperium were able to come to the Oasis and purchase luxury good from Hapes, fresh caf from Garqi and even medical goods from Thyfferra. Defended by a private droid security force, the Embassy ground itself was sovereign territory of the Blackguard Imperium, but the Oasis itself was neutral. And in keeping the privilege of remaining operation, the Blackguard had to uphold that neutrality. A daunting task for the Sith members of the Blackguard, perhaps, but for its general populace, it was a insignificant price to pay to have access to the luxury and wealth the Oasis offered. As a result of the Embassy's construction and opening, SoroSuub Corporation opened an office near by to cater their good to the greater galaxy. Czerka Arms also opened an office to expand its influence. And raw materials from Anobis, Roon and Mustafar were brought here and sold or traded. Roonstones seemed especially popular. And so, the great game of galactic politics and economics continued, with another competitor arriving at the table, so to speak...
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Post by Bloodrage Pirates on Feb 17, 2020 14:49:18 GMT -8
Vaulkhar was walking through the streets of the Negotium with the confidence that his position allowed him. Officially he had arrived on the station as an executive for the Sernpidal Shipping company, which had a small office in the district. He was currently dressed in a razor-sharp charcoal suit, white shirt and a burgundy tie. His jet-black shoes were polished to a mirror shine and they were softly clicking with every step.
Unofficially he was the representative of the Bloodrage Pirates on the station and all their interests. He had no doubt that the security on the station either knew or heavily suspected this connection and that made him smirk. It was for this reason that he was walking straight towards the embassy of the First Order. The First Order, or the Empire or whatever they wanted to call themselves this week, it didn’t truly matter to Vaulkhar, he had business with the people there regardless of what name was on the building.
Walking up to the front door, the Echani eyed the guards, a habit he would not break. He was prepared for any scans or searches that they had set up in the door or the lobby or anywhere, he was totally unarmed. It’s not a situation he was totally comfortable with, but he knew there was no way he would be let inside the embassy with any weapons. As soon as he had gone through the formalities, he approached the nearest desk to get down to business.
“Good afternoon, my name is Vaulkhar and I’m here representing Sernpidal Shipping. I have an urgent matter to discuss directly with the Ambassador. I’m willing to wait for as long as is necessary, can you let him know I’m here?”
Vaulkhar slide his business card across the desk with his index and middle finger. He had already identified an area he could sit down if he needed to wait. He hoped that the Ambassador here had knowledge of the business relationship that Sernpidal Shipping had with the First Order. If not, he would probably be in for a long wait and a rude dismissal.
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Post by Nicademus Delvardus IV on Feb 22, 2020 21:30:37 GMT -8
“Good afternoon, my name is Vaulkhar and I’m here representing Sernpidal Shipping. I have an urgent matter to discuss directly with the Ambassador. I’m willing to wait for as long as is necessary, can you let him know I’m here?”
Vaulkhar slide his business card across the desk with his index and middle finger. He had already identified an area he could sit down if he needed to wait. He hoped that the Ambassador here had knowledge of the business relationship that Sernpidal Shipping had with the First Order. If not, he would probably be in for a long wait and a rude dismissal.
=Lobby Secretary= You have been approved to meet with Ambassador Hedsard. He will meet with you on Level 4, Conference Room 2.When the male points to the respective turbolift, a pair of Stormtroopers approach Vaulkhar and tell him to follow them. Once on the turbolift, the representative of the Shipping company was taken to the respective floor and, from there, to the conference room where the Baron Hedsard stood with two aides at his side. Another pair of Stormtroopers stood behind the trio. The Baron approaches Vaulkhar, aware of who this man represented. His position allowed him freedom to learn of... certain persons that would use the Oasis for businesses of a varying degree.=Baron Garvyn Hedsard= Representative Vaulkhar. I am rather surprised you contacted my office directly. I figured you would try to go through the more proper channels to speak with an official from the Empire itself and not where I stand. Curious though why you came considering the... business you have with the First Order. |
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Post by Bloodrage Pirates on Feb 23, 2020 10:53:19 GMT -8
Vaulkhar smiled at the secretary and followed the stormtroopers to the turbolift and ultimately to the conference room. He counted the steps in every part of his journey and was beginning to build a mental picture of the embassy layout. He had no real reason to do this other than habit. He currently held a unique position on Oasis station but had, for many years, been an enforcer for the Bloodrage Pirates. Knowledge of building layouts had saved his life many times in the past. The Echani smiled and offered his had to shake to the Ambassador of the First Order. He then glanced at the two aides, and by extension the other guards before his eye returned to his host.
=Baron Garvyn Hedsard= Representative Vaulkhar. I am rather surprised you contacted my office directly. I figured you would try to go through the more proper channels to speak with an official from the Empire itself and not where I stand. Curious though why you came considering the... business you have with the First Order.
“Please, call me Vaulkhar, I never bother with titles, far too formal.”
The Executioner, to give him his proper Pirate title, did not much care for titles but he did respect the individuals that held them, if he had cause to
“It is precisely that business that brings me here today, I’m sorry what’s your first name Ambassador?”
He lied, he knew the Ambassador’s first name, but he wanted to create a rapport with this man to make this meeting and any future ones more productive. Who knows he may actually like this man and build something productive. The Executioner took a seat as he asked his question, hoping to ease any tension the First Order representatives may have and hopefully easing the meeting into a more casual affair.
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Post by Klaasje Le Wydvile [RETIRED] on Feb 28, 2020 10:05:28 GMT -8
Elis once more staggered in from a multi-week long trip into the Unknown Regions. Her dirty and practical cloths stuck out like a sore thumb as she made her way back to her apartment/office. It was the place she lived and sifted through the data she collected from her survey trips. This most recent one appeared to be a nominal success. She had found a world, or more accurately the fifth moon of a gas giant, that was reading rich in metals used in creating ship hulls. It didn't have an atmosphere that supported life though, which would lower it's price quite a bit, but that also meant, no need to worry about ecological impact surveys, just mine the thing dry and pack up and leave. Elis looked forward to selling this one. Maybe she could afford to move out of the converted janitors closet she was living in. Though, because of the desired exterior design, this one closet had gotten a window, one with a spectacular view of the Negotium. The young human woman sat her bag down in the corner before moving over to the small kitchen area and began to brew some tea. And by the time she stepped out of the shower, cleansed of all the grime, and bundled up in her fluffy robe, the tea was ready. Pouring herself a healthy mug, Elis sat in the seat by the window and looked out over the Oasis' business district. She had lived here a few years now, but never got over how beautiful this place was. She just hoped her next couple sales could let her get a better location. Maybe even a store front, so she could stop have to meet people in their own offices or coffee houses. One day something knocks on Elis' door. It sounded like a hydraulic hammer, a metallic pounding, the door shaking slightly on its frame. Clearly, whoever knocked wasn't much concerned about the state of Elis' door's painted surface. The sound was oddly regular, with well-timed intervals between knocks. |
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Post by Nicademus Delvardus IV on Mar 8, 2020 19:22:59 GMT -8
“Please, call me Vaulkhar, I never bother with titles, far too formal.”The Executioner, to give him his proper Pirate title, did not much care for titles but he did respect the individuals that held them, if he had cause to“It is precisely that business that brings me here today, I’m sorry what’s your first name Ambassador?”He lied, he knew the Ambassador’s first name, but he wanted to create a rapport with this man to make this meeting and any future ones more productive. Who knows he may actually like this man and build something productive. The Executioner took a seat as he asked his question, hoping to ease any tension the First Order representatives may have and hopefully easing the meeting into a more casual affair.
=Baron Garvyn Hedsard= I am sorry, but... formality is part of my job. When you are raised within the depths of High Imperial Culture and are expected to represent your Emperor, one must follow a protocol and etiquette. I am sorry if it is too much for you, but it is how business is done.The Baron's eyebrow remained raised. This visitor was acting a little odd for his tastes. Why did he inquire his first name again? THe individual hardly seemed like he had memory or hearing problems. For now, the Imperial would play along and see where this was going.=Baron Garvyn Hedsard= Garvyn, Garvyn Hedsard. |
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Post by Bloodrage Pirates on Mar 10, 2020 10:26:33 GMT -8
The Imperial's eyebrow was raised slightly.=Baron Garvyn Hedsard= I am sorry, but... formality is part of my job. When you are raised within the depths of High Imperial Culture and are expected to represent your Emperor, one must follow a protocol and etiquette. I am sorry if it is too much for you, but it is how business is done.The Baron's eyebrow remained raised. This visitor was acting a little odd for his tastes. Why did he inquire his first name again? The individual hardly seemed like he had memory or hearing problems. For now, the Imperial would play along and see where this was going.=Baron Garvyn Hedsard= Garvyn, Garvyn Hedsard.
Vaulkhar leaned back in his chair and he was almost tempted to put his feet up on the table. He thought that might be pushing the formal Ambassador a bit too much at this early stage. Vaulkhar was actually starting to look forward to the rest of this conversation. He had initially been quite hesitant, even cautious when his orders had been relayed from Arkan Bloodrage. Going to their embassy, unarmed and unescorted to have what he initially thought would be a very antagonistic conversation. |
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Elis Daragon
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Post by Elis Daragon on Apr 7, 2020 23:13:17 GMT -8
One day something knocks on Elis' door. It sounded like a hydraulic hammer, a metallic pounding, the door shaking slightly on its frame. Clearly, whoever knocked wasn't much concerned about the state of Elis' door's painted surface. The sound was oddly regular, with well-timed intervals between knocks. |
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Post by Klaasje Le Wydvile [RETIRED] on Apr 8, 2020 1:47:46 GMT -8
One day something knocks on Elis' door. It sounded like a hydraulic hammer, a metallic pounding, the door shaking slightly on its frame. Clearly, whoever knocked wasn't much concerned about the state of Elis' door's painted surface. The sound was oddly regular, with well-timed intervals between knocks. The last knock stopped one inch away from her face, as the responsible for all the fuss was going to hammer the door again. Several photoreceptors focused on her face at once. It was a lanky and tall IG-series droid. "Elis Daragon"Said the metallic cold voice. One of his robotic claws opens to reveal an holoprojector. A petite woman, well-dressed, appears on the palm of its hand.
"Mrs Daragon, I am baroness Klaasje Le Wydvile. I have a mining company and I heard of your talents as a prospector on my arrival to Oasis. I would be interested in hiring your services. Follow my loyal IG-78 to my personal yacht, where we may discuss it more privately"The image tilted and disappeared.
"Elis Daragon, you are requested to be acompanied by me unit IG-78 to Landing Pad A-0708-1993"
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Elis Daragon
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Post by Elis Daragon on Apr 8, 2020 2:05:04 GMT -8
A moment of panic filled the young woman. It was impossible to not identify what kind of droid this was. Elis had almost drawn the blaster when the holoprojector was presented to her. She let go of the blaster and crossed her arms as she listened to the very glamours woman in the holo. Well, at least the woman didn't come with the IG unit to see what a state her apartment was in. The prospector did note that she had little choice in the matter, but did hope her request would be accepted by the imposing droid. In a voice that was soft and sound as if it was rarely used she gave her assent and plea.
Okay, then, IG-78 I'll come with you, but... uh, can I have some time to get changed? I'd rather not meet the Baroness, in nothing but my robe.
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Post by Klaasje Le Wydvile [RETIRED] on Apr 8, 2020 2:23:29 GMT -8
The droid tried to figure out what was wrong with the human's fuselage at the moment. It took a moment to his fast processing units to come up with the flesh beings' illogical concept of modesty.
"You may dress, Elis Daragon. Do not take long I will wait here. Outside. Scanning. Danger assessment: very low"
He then stood in a very rigid fashion, both arms at the side, several photoreceptors looking at the prospector, while one on top changed from side to side, front and behind, covering all the area around him.
"Danger assessment: very low"
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Elis Daragon
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Post by Elis Daragon on Apr 8, 2020 19:58:10 GMT -8
Well, at least the droid was giving her a moment. Allowing the door to close as she stepped back inside, she hastily got dressed, she had few fine cloths, just less beat up ones. After getting into her usual outfit, Elis returned to the door. Opening it once more to the IG unit, she took a careful look at the droid as it was scanning for threats. She had her pistol in a holster at her side now. Not that it would help much against an assassin droid, but it made her feel safer when walking the Oasis. She didn't trust anyone on the station, and doubted any trusted her. Okay, I'm ready when you are.
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Post by Amara Raeth [RETIRED] on Apr 8, 2020 20:53:43 GMT -8
Her patrol had finished almost a half hour ago and it had taken the intervening time to traverse The Oasis from the security hangar bays all the way to her residence in the Negotium. R-3X rolled dutifully along at her side as Amara entered the lobby of a somewhat modest looking high-rise. Despite being one of the best pilots in The Oasis Security Defense Force, Amara had shied away from the more expensive accommodations that existed in the Negotium. While her job certainly paid her well enough and offered the benefits needed to be approved for a luxury suite, the truth of the matter was that she was only just getting by.
She let out a sigh as she slapped the controls and called the turbolift. She'd had a tough life growing up on the streets of Nar Shaddaa, where she had stolen speeders and ships to make a living. However, one day she stole the wrong ship. It had belonged to a Hutt crime lord that did not take kindly to losing his ship and cargo. Because she no longer had the ship and cargo, and was woefully unable to pay back the price that had set, Amara had been forced into service to the Hutt.
As the doors opened, Amara stepped into the turbolift. Her hands passing over the blaster pistol strapped to her left thigh and the throwing knives slotted into the belt on her right hip. Her right hand then slid up around her neck, coming to rest upon the small scar upon the nape of her neck, just below her hair line. A reminder of the small explosive charge that was implanted within her that would end her life should she fail to pay what was owed. 70% of what she earned was paid to the Hutt, leaving her enough to afford the moderate housing she had and the supplies needed to sustain herself.
The turbolift rose up through the building and come to a stop a few levels later, allowing Amara to disembark and make her way along the long corridor. She came to a stop at a T-intersection. Her gaze briefly lingering off to the left where an IG unit and a woman she had come to know as Elis Daragon were standing. Amara offered the explorer a smile and wave, before activating the controls on the door in front of her and entering her apartment. R-3X rolled in behind her before the door closed, expressing his concern for Elis' safety with an IG unit. Amara squatted down and smiled at the droid
I'm sure she can handle herself Rex. Besides, no one would so brazenly send an assassin droid in and let it kill someone... The higher ups would have a fit. Besides, everyone here knows who I am. If she needs help, she'd give me a signal. Got it?
R-3X got what it's owner was saying, but the series of whistles and hoots that followed indicated he was not convinced. Amara gave the top of his head a pat, before walking over to the door and activating the peep cam. It gave her a view into the hallway beyond the door without alerting those outside that she could see what was going on. For now, she would humour the droid and set his concerns aside until Elis and the IG unit entered the turbolift
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Post by Klaasje Le Wydvile [RETIRED] on Apr 9, 2020 1:52:11 GMT -8
Well, at least the droid was giving her a moment. Allowing the door to close as she stepped back inside, she hastily got dressed, she had few fine cloths, just less beat up ones. After getting into her usual outfit, Elis returned to the door. Opening it once more to the IG unit, she took a careful look at the droid as it was scanning for threats. She had her pistol in a holster at her side now. Not that it would help much against an assassin droid, but it made her feel safer when walking the Oasis. She didn't trust anyone on the station, and doubted any trusted her. Okay, I'm ready when you are. Said the metallic voice, raspy like a nail scratching concrete. "Follow me, Elis Daragon"The droid started moving, like all IG droids slightly stiff, towards the turbolift, which would lead them to the lower corridors, which in turn was the easiest way to access the landing pads. His photoreceptors moved all around, scanning the surroundings.
"My mistress does not like waiting much. We must hurry, arriva estimated time: ten standard minutes"He didn't grasp the concept of impatience, but flesh-beings were eccentric. |
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Elis Daragon
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Post by Elis Daragon on Apr 9, 2020 19:39:13 GMT -8
Elis shrugged and followed the droid down the hall. She noticed one of her neighbors, a member of the security forces, give her a wave. She offered barely a head nod in return. Again, she didn't trust the station security any more than this assassin droid. In fact, she may trust the droid more, at least your average droid's programming and intentions were clear. People rarely had the same transparency. And those who did were usually lying. But soon she was standing in a lift next to her tall escort, thinking about how this was not anything near what she thought today would be like.
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Post by Klaasje Le Wydvile [RETIRED] on Apr 10, 2020 0:58:06 GMT -8
The turbolift reached its destination: one of the lower levels roads, the main avenues of communication and transport around the wheel. Nearby floated a speeder, standard-issued X-38; the droid waited until Daragon took a seat to take off. He drove at high speeds, with very precise manouvers, sharp. They both arrived soon thereafter to the aforementioned landing pad, where a skyscraper-like yacht awaited, white and gold. There was an entrance below, guarded by two enforcer droids. IG-78 walked at good pace and both droids stood still while he, and Elis, passed through them. Once inside, awaited a wide reception hall, with several closed doors; there were pairs of guards with a golden sigil emblazoned over their chests, this time a variety of humanoids. One of the doors was actually a turbolift; the assassin droid almost pushed Daragon inside. He didn't utter a word in the whole way to the top and, once the lift slid open, she let Daragon enter first a very wide and luxurious chamber, with wide viewports. There, a petite woman was talking with several aliens in a black silken dress, the hair loose but carefully styled.
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