Juvex City

He stepped through the glass double doors and into the pristine entry hall of the Juvex Import/Export building. Security kept their eyes on Ceal. Some followed, though at a distance.

It was all a stark contrast to him. Beings moved around in work formal, or the equivalent of the race, while he was dressed in a duster and armed to the teeth. Ceal was ready for a fight, but didn't expect one.

Strangely, it was the receptionist that broke the tension. She fumbled her words and cause Ceal to let out a chuckle. He shook his head, a smile on his face.

"Name is Ceal." H"e said, leaning on the counter in front of the Receptionist, I have an appointment with a Mr.Bateman."

"Thank you, and this is for you.." He said, grabbing a pen and writing down a few words quickly.

Written on the small sheet of paper was 'Cafe in the port, when you're off. My treat.' Ceal followed the directions given and walked in to the third door on the left. He took a seat when offered, and eyed the rich dessert in front of him. His mind raced for a moment. A trap? Why? I'm taking a job for him. Pleasantries? Likely. Very well.

"Thank you, Mr.Bateman." He said, taking hold of the cup and spoon, "I am a mercenary. Ex-Scout trooper. Honorable discharge after stepping on a mine. Before then, I was a medical first responder on Coruscant. After getting a new leg and foot, I decided I wasn't done, but the Republic didn't need a broken solider. Anything else?"

He took-in a small spoonful of the dessert in hand. It was tasty. Maybe Juuan would like this without the booze.

"Please, Lord Nysste, understand. You can not work for the Company. I would feel very awkward if I had to order you around, being a mare mortal without the ave inducing powers you have presented down at the docks. No, what I mean to be is a supporter. Like an invester in our future mutual friendship. A Friend like me and my like could be very helpfull in a struggle up the rank ladder in an Empire mutch like the Dark Tide. Wouldnt you agree?

And yes, we have well trained shock troops, the Gamorreans you have seen before. We have them in normal plate armour for planetside operations and garrison work, and also heavy suits that can even stand the harshness of space. Just the gamorreans cost One thousand credits, but weapons and heavy suit will amount to a total of Six thousand credits per fighter. Weapons incloude small arms and shields, rocket launchers, and twohanded maces. Nasty things, well trained and loyal, as you have seen. The ardent you would recieve incloudes hundred of these fully armed and armoured Gamorreans.

And... yes, I am not an all-heart charity sugar daddy. I like to exchange favors to favors and I intend to help you, so you later can help me and mine.

What is more important, is that this deal will benefit both of us."



Bateman saw the warrior in the man, and in his tale. To gain his trust, he would have to act in a certain way. Or say scertian things.

-Bateman-
"Ex Scout trooper? I was an officer myself, opposing your side. Dont worry, a job is after all just a job, I hated my own collogues more then your kind HAH! Good times. Good Times. I got honorably discharged after a nasty firefight. Wounded on a rather shy place, if you get my drift."

He was trying to enhance a little bit of comradeship with Ceal before getting to the point and deciding where to send the man. Truth to be told, he allready had the mission in mind.

-Bateman-
"Well, you sound like the perfect man for what I have in mind. I have a Market Researcher on Corulag. I have sent her there to find out what and wich of our products would have better inpact on the local markets, but, alas comes politics in the way. We have gained news of unrest on Corulag, and we fear for our Market Researcher. I would like to send you to her as a body guard and helper."

*Nysste put a hand up to her chin, with the index finger resting upon her lip. A supporter. That's what he was trying to get at. She thought about it... and could see how his support would allow her to get up the ranks of even the Dark Tide and the Empire. She took her hand from her lip and nodded.*

"I can most definitely agree. Your support would help me more than anything. I apologize for not seeing this before hand. Any help in the future you may need... you will have. Is there anything else you wish to discuss other than this?"

*Nysste wasn't impatient, but she did prefer to keep things moving along as long as it could. His support and her strength would work well for the favor they could ask from one another, and she could realize why he felt uneasy about ordering a Sith. Although she couldn't see the reason behind why he couldn't, it wasn't hard to manipulate a young mind of the force before they developed their own defense to diplomacy. She dared not to think too much on it as she only nodded at Bateman.*

They say the best businessmen are sociopaths, or at least have some sociopathic traits. He wants to license enough to keep the planet from being self-sufficient. He can own everything if he obtains those licenses. Ground water, minerals, even prtection itself.

This researcher will, likely, herald in this change in. Here is the moral decision. Potentially have a planet robbed of basic rights, or go hungry. Now, Ceal was not bothered by a shortage of food. What did bothered him was that Juuan would go through a food shortage.

"I have the contract written up already." He said, pressing the screen of his datapad, lighting up the glass panel, "You are not responsible for my death, half of the money up front. The standard letter. As for my contact information..."

Ceal swiped his finger horizontally across the screen. The fingers on his left hand tapped the glass surface at a rapid pace, and with one final press...

"Sent." He said placing the datapad back onto his lap.

The tattoo machine was unexpected. They were an identifier, eapecially under certain lights. Glowing ink tended to standout. He doubted the permanent nature of the tattoo, since he was not an employee, but a hired gun. Still, the question itched.

"How long will the tattoo last?" He said, reaching for the IR rod and giving it a quick power test.

He made sure she understood what happens to those that betray the Company, by showing her this little room of Loyality. There were a couple of these hidden away all over the Juvex IE HQ, and this one in the Spaceport. Some business partners needed to see this to be frightened into loyality and obidience. Some didnt even need it, because theyr loyalty had other needs. Some needed to be shown this to respect the Company.


-Bateman-
"Business part? Yes."

The old tall man didnt even hide the fact that he was contemplating Nysstes clevedge below the armour as he opened the little door again and asked the woman out.

-Bateman-
"I guess what remains is pleasure. I will order up a suit to be set up for you, Lord Nysste, while you stay here. Any belongings you leave there will be photographed and then put into storage while you are away. Upon your return, it will be replaced as it was. This way your things will be more secure, and you still have the feeling of home. We pride ourselves in our service to business partners. If you happen to wish for some company for whatever reason, there is a catalogue for you in your room along with a menu of nurrishment, services and activities.
If you would like to devulge yourself in our trade of able tradesmen, you are welcome to deal with either me or a console in the lobby."

He got back to the table and now raised both glasses of iced but un-watered scotch, reaching one of them to her right after closing that awefull room with the tormented soul in it, perfectly muffling the mans whimpers away from this conference room.

-Bateman-
"Toast to our understanding, and for your rise to greatness!"

He would toast to her, and yes, it was really just scotch, no tricks. This time.


-Bateman-
"Very well, let me see..."

Going through the contract twice, Bateman deemed it acceptable and he signed. Given the question about the longevity of the tattoo, he answered sincerely.

-Bateman-
"Untill it is removed."

Tottaly truth. Of course, Mr Ceal did not know what the company dealt with, and in a year or two, or even shorter time, he might have problems finding a beauty doctor that wouldnt call the local police for a tattoo like that.

-Bateman-
"Ah then."

He pressed a button on a comm unit on the table.

-Bateman-
"Gaia, if you would be so nice and show Lord Nysste to her quarters so she can pack down her things.

-Gaia-
Yes mr Bateman.

-Bateman-
"Will you be staying long? On the planet I mean. If I know when you depart, I can make the introductions with your new crew and the gamorrean shock troops. It would make it easier to prepare before, you see."

Bateman sat down across from her and poured some more scotch for both of them. He thought about asking her more questions but remembered her hastiness with ending plesantries. So, he would either wait for her to open up, or not ask at all. Mingling was not worth a good business connection, and he did not want to piss off a woman who pulled lungs out of people.

-Bateman, sipping on his drink-
"How is your awareness on galactic hapenings? Do you need some guidelines? Do you have a plan, now that you have a warship and a small strikeforce?"

Getting a Sith branded and registered with the company was one thing, seeing if she is of use is an other. Bateman started to poke her to see her skill in manouvering, or at least start her down a path.

-Bateman-
"Of course. The tattoo will be needed for my Researcher to trust you. It is important in her line of work. Trust. And you can put it wherever you wish, even on your hind if you so wish, although it would be hard to show the good miss on Corulag if you are in a hurry."

The old man grinned at his own joke.

"She will know you from the tattoo, you will know her... well, you will know her. A man with your talent and background will recognise her kind at once."