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Post by Mahal on Aug 28, 2019 16:03:22 GMT -8
The man smiled with a nod, his eyes widening slightly as he did. "Of course. And may I ask the name of our customer?" His voice was a bit raspy that held a solid accent. Stepping forward, he reached out to shake the man's hand before motioning to his left where a small bar resided. "Drink? Please help yourself."
Leaving Cuuldruach to make a drink for himself or not, he moved behind his desk. Already the crew in the hangar was examining his ship, looking at the state it was in. Bringing up the hologram, a list came up beside it and began naming off everything that was wrong. "That's quite a bit of damage. Been in some serious fights lately? I'm sure you have some stories to tell."
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Post by Deleted on Aug 28, 2019 16:09:35 GMT -8
Shaking the man's hand, he shook his head at the offer of a drink, reflecting only on the question of his name. "Cuuldruach."
Moving to the desk, he took a seat opposite the man as the holoimage of his ship came up. He as slightly irritated that these teams so quickly ran throughout his ship without permission, getting up all this info so soon. "You certainly don't waste time invading someone's ship, do you?" H then focused on the question of stories and how they related to the ship. "I have plenty, but none relating to the ship's state. It is merely old and hasn't been able to find the repairs it needs."
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Post by Mahal on Aug 28, 2019 16:21:11 GMT -8
Mahal sat back in his seat for a moment at the words spoken of the gathered data. Fingers crossed between his hands before him, he gave a slight tilt of his head. "I guess you could see it that way. All a matter of perspective, I suppose. But we seek to impress and rise above those around us. That means being on top of our business. You came here seeking such business. Either you wish to purchase a new ship or repair yours. And from how you arrived, the team made quick work of determining the damage and the estimated cost of repairs that you'd require to get her back in shape. It's all about saving you time. That is the long and short of it. Take as you wish."
Turning back to the image, Mahal began scrolling through the information he was receiving, occasionally nodding and shaking his head at what he saw. "No stories for the ship's state, huh? That's a shame. I would have loved to hear them. Would have made the vessel's end something a bit more special than simply time wore it away, wouldn't you agree?" Standing to his feet, Mahal made his way over to the right side of the room where the drinks were. He activated a screen that had lists of ships from different shipyards, including his own. Looking back to Cuuldruach, he rested his hand before him. "If you have sedimental value for your current ship, we can most certainly repair it for you. However, it'll take some time and the cost will be quite high. It would be more cost-effective, in my opinion, to purchase a new ship. This is merely an observation and you a free to make whatever choice you wish. If you choose a new ship, it will also take some time to build, though I will dedicate my teams to finishing it for you in a short amount of time as you remain as a guest. And I assure you that even under quick build times, we only craft the best vessel. Nothing shoddy here. However, if you are in a rush, a group of my ships is available currently and could have you on your way in a couple of hours at best."
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Post by Deleted on Aug 28, 2019 16:29:01 GMT -8
Cuuldruach eyed the man hard at his explanation, but said nothing. In retrospect, it made sense as a business to perform in such a way. It showed dedication to keeping customers and making them happy. From there, he watched as Mahal read over the reports in silence before standing. His head turned to follow the man as he brought up a list of what seemed to be ships.
It was then that the news was dropped. His ship was basically gone unless he was to drop a heavy amount of money into. For repairs on an old ship, it made little sense, something Mahal. And so came the offer of ships. He didn't care for the wait times and wished to get along to Prakith as soon as possible. Standing, he moved over to the board and began looking through the ships that resided under the Hadur name. There were quite a few to choose from in a variety of styles. Going down the list, one caught his attention and he selected it. The screen then changed to reveal the design of the Javelin-class transport. It seemed like a solid balance for a single pilot, including high speed. The shape was appealing as well.
Pointing at the ship, he looked at Mahal. "I'll take this one."
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Post by Mahal on Aug 28, 2019 16:34:30 GMT -8
Mahal couldn;t help but smile that Cuuldurach had selected his own ships first. This was a man who was on a time table and having the first ships built proved to be a boon in getting his designs out there. It wasn't long before a ship was selected. "The Javelin-class transport. A solid choice. One of our fastest ships and fairly agile to boot. It armament may be a bit low but still solid enough in a fight. And if at any point you wanted some upgrades, just bring her back and we can do so without issue."
Moving back to his desk, he sent a message out to have the Javelin in storage brought up to the shipyard as he pulled up the purchasing contract. The next few minutes were spent going over the details, the cost, and the like. Once all the work had been completed, Mahal stood, hand outreached. "It's been a pleasure doing business with you, Cuuldruach. We hope that you think of us again in the future. Your ship should be awaiting you."
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Post by Deleted on Aug 28, 2019 16:40:06 GMT -8
Taking his seat once more, he began working through the purchasing details, taking what money he had left to buy the ship. He had just enough to get himself set up on Prakith, provided he was able to join the Knights of Ren if the Force guided him correctly. After several minutes, everything was done and he stood, shaking Mahal's hand. "I will. It has been a pleasure."
With that, Cuuldurach made his way back to the hangar he came from. When he did, he found the new ship sitting there, like a dagger of the sky. It fit him rather well he thought. And with the new name given to it, it was now tied to him. Boarding the old ship, he gathered all his belongings and loaded them onto the new vessel. So clean and new, he didn't know what to do. The ship hummed beautifully as the ones who brought it kept her active for his departure. Making his way into the cockpit, he sat down in the soft leather chair, almost collapsing under the relaxing feel it brought. Shaking his head, he sat forward and took hold of the controls. Leading the ship out of the hangar, he took off away from the planet, loading the coordinates for the jump to Prakith. Once they were there, he disappeared into hyperspace.
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Post by Lysandre Beauveu-Panteer on Aug 29, 2019 10:07:00 GMT -8
After a few hours aboard his ship, the elegant craft dropped out of hyperspace above Fresia. Lysandre looked out the large, banked windows of his craft at the serene turquoise ball that was Fresia. At a happier time, he likely would have visited the world for fun, as it would have probably made an excellent spot for a bit of relaxation. However, he unfortunately was here on business, as opposed to pleasure. As the flared wings of the craft leveled out over the planet, the cockpit windows aligned with the tri-pointed shipyards perfectly aligned above the world. As the ship slowly proceeded towards it, the comms officer reached out to the platform.
"This is Alderaanian Diplomatic Corps starship Pinnacle, requesting to permission to speak with the owner of this shipyards, for the business of a purchase."
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Post by Mahal on Aug 29, 2019 12:46:35 GMT -8
Mahal sat looking through some of the newest designs brought out by the minds of the Lyncitech division, pondering the ideas and whether or not to add them to any of the current ship lines when he received word of an arrival. He looked over the scans currently going over the ship that had requested a meeting to conduct some business, something that always made the man smile. Building ships was an art he desired to give back to the galaxy, even if most of what he designed was for the purpose of war. It was the unchanging constant of reality, the desire for violence against each other. It didn't matter the reason, be it politics, religion, philosophy, whatever. If it brought about the need to build ships for defense or offense, he was there to aid in what capacity necessary to ensure his pockets were lined and people kept coming back. But it was certainly a secret he kept to himself.
Looking over the holoimage of the ship, Mahal rubbed his chin. It was quite the beauty of a ship. Rather expensive for most pockets and the stated fact they were from Alderaanian Diplomatic Corps suggested the chance for heavy investment. A pleasing thought, the man knew it was time to through out the greatest hospitality one could at the station. Leaning forward, he opened up a channel to the ship, electing to address the new arrival personally. It is quite the honor to have someone of the Alderaanian Diplomatic Corps think of us to conduct business. I am Mahal, owner and CEO of Hadur Industries. If you would, please proceed to hangar one, bay six. I will have someone meet you there to escort you to my office.
Entering the flight path for the designated landing area, it would have been in the inside prong closest to the ship and the last bay, allowing them only a short distance from the central section and turbolifts that would bring them to him. He then opened a channel to Makhai to inform them of the new arrivals. Makhai, it seems we have new potential customers landing soon. Hangar one, bay six. Please try to arrive promptly. These men are of high rank and may possibly make a heavy investment. Best we show them our best hospitality and not make them wait.
Makhai received the call as he made his way through the area of hangar two. He was in the middle of reviewing certain features that could be used in one of the larger pleasure cruisers currently in production in order to boost profits. Two were on the roster to be built, the current as a pleasure cruise ship while the second would become a casino ship. There were certainly more ways to make money and Mahal wasn't about to waste any opportunities that came his way. Stopping what he was doing, he nodded to himself as he responded.
I'm on my way now. Much younger than Mahal, Makhai was the prodigy the owner was shaping to one day take over the company. He saw things much like the old man, listening and taking everything he could that could be taught to him. More often than not, he was the overseer of most of the work that happened, a means to become familiar with the finer details of shipbuilding so none could say he didn't know what he was talking about.
Telling the engineer to continue one, Makhai moved quickly in a run towards the central section so as to get over to hangar bay one. A smart move, having them land so close. On one side, it ensured he had time enough to get there before the arrivals as it was farther to travel. At the same time, it meant they had less distance to walk. Moving through the hallways of the central pillar, the young man's steps began to slow as he reached the door to hangar one and moved closer towards bay six, ready to greet the new potential customers.
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Post by Lysandre Beauveu-Panteer on Aug 29, 2019 13:41:31 GMT -8
Affirmative. We will make our way to hangar one-six.
As the Pinnacle settled gingerly onto the hangar floor, the three thin, white plated prongs that were the landing legs of the ship settled Ito the greyish metal floor of the hangar. Lysandre stood up from the creme coloured couch that wrapped around this part of the exterior, with various small black boxes that doubled as handrests at the edge of the couch, wrapping around the rest of the room. A holoprojector sat in the center of the room, plated in a similar black finish and surrounded by a table. At the moment, the projector did not display anything, but during the flight, Lysandre had used it to finalise the ship types he required. Before exiting the ship, he started looking out through the windows at the area surrounding the ship. The austere, yet evidently tastefully designed, grey surroundings that they found themselves in certainly complimented the smooth, white contours of the Pinnacle, while the lights that illuminated the bay caused the meticulously polished metallic finish of the craft to almost radiate light, looking for all the world like some sort of godly craft that had come down from the heavens to visit the mortals, like a scene out of some long-lost folk tale about the ancient celestials that shaped the galaxy. Evidently this was not a standard hangar, and was likely intended for any important persons who came to visit the station, such as planetary leaders, important businessmen, investors, and others.
Cloak flowing, he descended down the ramp to the hangar floor alongside four blue Alderaanian commandos. While a peaceful planet, Alderaan had decided to update its security forces to match the unstable galactic climate, and these commandos were one part of that plan. Other parts included the various new types of soldiers the Alderaanian Imperial Vanguard used. However, the crowning jewel of this modernisation would be the new Royal Defense Fleet. A Royal Defense Fleet he would hopefully be able to secure today. As he descended, he seemed to be greeted by one man, who emerged from a wide door at the other end of the room. Well dressed, he appeared to be one of the more important figures in the company, but who had also apparently been ordered to come and see them to this “Mahal” character. It was likely they were hoping to set a good impression, in order to hopefully secure the purchase. After all, such purchases were few and far between, but would likely make or break a shipyard that received it.
“Good day. I presume you are here to take us to whoever we are to do business with?”
A rhetorical question. After all, what good shipbuilding executive would just happen to be in the same hangar as the Alderaanians had landed in, and this was responded to with an affirmative gesture and words from the man. Nodding, Lysandre followed him into the station proper, feeling the air change as they exited from the hangar into the station proper.
The corridor in which they found themselves was certainly not what you’d expect from a shipbuilding space station, with white and black coloration, along with a gold trim making up the color palette of this hallway, which ended at a lone door, with a rather complex opening and closing sequence, colored white and emblazoned the logo of Hadur Industries and Lyncitech. As they approached, the door automatically slid, opening into a small, yet once again tasteful elevator. Evidently, much like the hangar in which they had landed, this was intended to impress. As they took the few minutes turbolift ride to the summit of the station, Lysandre’s guards familiarised themselves with the layout of the station. It was likely they would not be betrayed, but it could never hurt to be too careful.
At length, the turbolift stopped, then slid open, revealing the room in which they were to meet Mahal. As Lysandre, Makhai, and the guard’s exited the elevator, he stepped forward into the room.
“Fine day here on Fresia. I presume you are Mr. Mahal?”
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Post by Mahal on Aug 29, 2019 16:18:43 GMT -8
Makhai made his up to the ship as the boarding ramp lowered and five men walked out. He took special note of the led man, one dressed in a cloak. He was the lead and, by his attire and walk, certainly one of high rank and class. Then came the four guards dressed in blue armor that escorted him. Even in places that required no such security, the young man was well versed in the ways of noblemen and those of high rank among factions. So it really brought no surprise and only further supported Mahal's impression of the new arrivals. When Lysandre addressed him, asking if he was the one to lead him to Mahal, he nodded.
"I am. My name is Makhai. It is a pleasure to welcome you to Hadur Industries. Please, this way." Wasting no time, Makhai turned and led the group to the turbo-lift. Inside, he waited for everyone to get situated before pressing a button for the top floor. There had been a couple of others who sought to board as well but stopped when they saw Makhai with what they hope to be customers. As such, they all held back, readily willing to wait for the next lift.
Reaching the top, Makhai led the group down the short hall, one that had a single door on the other side. Many had wondered why they didn't just expand the office and have the lift enter it. The reason giving by mahal was that it served two purposes. One, it served as a waiting area if he needed to see multiple groups right after another. The second was in case of a group wishing the assault the station. Though it looked elegantly designed, hidden features existed to defend the office from attack.
Reaching the doors, Makhai pressed a button on a remote he pulled from his pocket and they opened to expose the brilliant office. Well designed with touches of warm wood along with other modern touches, it defined Mahal as a type of connoisseur. Standing there in front of the desk was a single man, looking near his forties, though well off for such an age. A bit a stuble around his face tastefully trimmed and slicked back light brown hair. He waited to move until the group was inside and Makhai closed the door behind them, heading back down to the hangars to continue his work.
Moving forward, Mahal let his arm stretch out as he gave a slight bow. "Welcome. I hope that you have been enjoying your stay. Indeed, I am Mahal and it is a pleasure. It is not often that we get the privilege of being hosts of people of such stature. Most times, orders are made from afar and even then, through others." He then reached his left hand out to the man, wondering if he would be one to shake it. His right then moved to his side, displaying the small bar that existed there. "Can I offer you and your escorts a drink? I have a few selections available. Perhaps a cigar?" After a moment of seeing whether Lysandre would shake his hand or not, Mahal moved to the bar, removing a glass for himself and pouring a bit of Corellian Whiskey into it. He waited to drink though until he knew the preference of his visitors. "May I ask your name?"
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Post by Deleted on Aug 29, 2019 16:54:09 GMT -8
A lone VCX-820 escort freighter emerged from hyperspace and began its approach towards the planet. The trip, while short, had allowed the girls to finish resting up, get dressed, and go through some of the items taken from the recent attack made against them. The ship had served the girls well, ever since she took it from her now-dead Sith master. But times were changing and not only did they need to drop this ship as it seemed they were being hunted based on recent random attacks, but also to have something new and capable. Kindra's scans of shipyards had led her to this one: Hadur Industries. It was close by and unaligned to any faction or government. It meant no questions about their purpose and what they sought to do. Plus, being a contract shipyard along with possessing their own lines, the selections would be grand. If they couldn't find anything here, then there was no hope for them.
As they grew close towards the shipyard, Kindra opened up a channel to it.
Attention Hadur Industries. This is the Ebony Ascension seeking permission to dock. We are in the market for a new ship and figured this was a good place to check out. Kindra cringed a little at the name. She hated what her old master used to call it. She couldn't explain why be it actually the name or just her disgust with him. If anything, it was just another reason why she was ready to drop it and go. It was time to start fresh with the girls as the team that they were, leaving all their pasts behind them.
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Post by Mahal on Aug 29, 2019 18:06:30 GMT -8
As the new ship arrived, it made its approach closest to station Vanir. A comms officer recorded the incoming vessel and its communication to the shipyards in wanting to purchase a new ship. He then reported the situation to the primary station Pantheon on the other side of the planet. That was where all the business took place. It wasn’t long before he got word from Makhai, issuing orders on what to do and where to send the new arrival.
Ebony Ascension, this is station Vanir of Hadur Industries. We welcome you and look forward to helping you in anyway we can. Please make your way to the other side of the planet and dock with station Pantheon at hangar two, bay five. A representative will meet you and help you in deciding on what ship would suit you.
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Post by Lysandre Beauveu-Panteer on Aug 29, 2019 19:29:07 GMT -8
Makhai made his up to the ship as the boarding ramp lowered and five men walked out. He took special note of the led man, one dressed in a cloak. He was the lead and, by his attire and walk, certainly one of high rank and class. Then came the four guards dressed in blue armor that escorted him. Even in places that required no such security, the young man was well versed in the ways of noblemen and those of high rank among factions. So it really brought no surprise and only further supported Mahal's impression of the new arrivals. When Lysandre addressed him, asking if he was the one to lead him to Mahal, he nodded.
"I am. My name is Makhai. It is a pleasure to welcome you to Hadur Industries. Please, this way." Wasting no time, Makhai turned and led the group to the turbo-lift. Inside, he waited for everyone to get situated before pressing a button for the top floor. There had been a couple of others who sought to board as well but stopped when they saw Makhai with what they hope to be customers. As such, they all held back, readily willing to wait for the next lift.
Reaching the top, Makhai led the group down the short hall, one that had a single door on the other side. Many had wondered why they didn't just expand the office and have the lift enter it. The reason giving by mahal was that it served two purposes. One, it served as a waiting area if he needed to see multiple groups right after another. The second was in case of a group wishing the assault the station. Though it looked elegantly designed, hidden features existed to defend the office from attack.
Reaching the doors, Makhai pressed a button on a remote he pulled from his pocket and they opened to expose the brilliant office. Well designed with touches of warm wood along with other modern touches, it defined Mahal as a type of connoisseur. Standing there in front of the desk was a single man, looking near his forties, though well off for such an age. A bit a stuble around his face tastefully trimmed and slicked back light brown hair. He waited to move until the group was inside and Makhai closed the door behind them, heading back down to the hangars to continue his work.
Moving forward, Mahal let his arm stretch out as he gave a slight bow. "Welcome. I hope that you have been enjoying your stay. Indeed, I am Mahal and it is a pleasure. It is not often that we get the privilege of being hosts of people of such stature. Most times, orders are made from afar and even then, through others." He then reached his left hand out to the man, wondering if he would be one to shake it. His right then moved to his side, displaying the small bar that existed there. "Can I offer you and your escorts a drink? I have a few selections available. Perhaps a cigar?" After a moment of seeing whether Lysandre would shake his hand or not, Mahal moved to the bar, removing a glass for himself and pouring a bit of Corellian Whiskey into it. He waited to drink though until he knew the preference of his visitors. "May I ask your name?" "The pleasure is all mine, Mr. Mahal." The guards all turned down the various pleasantries, silent and professional as ever. Two of them made their way to the rear of the room, guarding the turbolift to ensure no attackers wouldd be able to get through without meeting a swift end at the hands of their DC-15 Blasters, while two others continued to stand by Lysandre's side, guarding him from any potential threats. The chief of the guard was curious as to whether or not Lysandre would accept. The smart thing to do would be to deny it, but the odds of this man killing him were minimal. After all, few wanted to harm the Alderaanian people, and as distasteful as Mahal's business of war might be, killing customers would not be in his best interests.Lysandre himself considered the offer for a moment, before electing to decline the cigar but accept the drink. Swiftly looking over the available selection, he noticed a bottle of Sauvignon Blanc tucked away between a few other wines. While he might have gone for a red wine, or something a little stronger, he did want to keep his wits about him. Gesturing to the bottle, one of his guards left his side to pour the liquid into its glass. When he did this, he turned to face Mahal."A security procedure, I'm sure you understand. Can't be too careful in this day and age, can you?" The guard opened the bottle, before pouring the glistening white liquid into a glass that had been set aside on the table. He then carried it over to Lysandre, who took the glass in his gloved hand. Swirling the liquid around in the light, he nodded approvingly at the aroma of the wine that rose up to greet him. However, he did not drink it just yet, as it would be rude to do so before his host. He nodded at the request for a name."I am Lysandre Panteer of Alderaan. I heard word that your ships are of extreme quality, and as such, our fleet could certainly benefit from your vessels." His guards looked to him. He had decided to downplay his position on the planet. Then again, if Mahal really needed to know, he would likely know already. Plus, being introduced as King would generally make people wary in your presence. |
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Post by Mahal on Aug 30, 2019 8:03:21 GMT -8
Mahal watched as two of the guards took up positions on each side of the door. A thought that he found amusing, though his face didn't express such feelings. Always working to protect one man and his value to the people. If high rank didn't paint a target upon him, the parade of troops certainly would. He also knew that in the end, a skilled assassin could get around them without issue, which would be the typical method for someone like the man before him.
Still, this man was here for business and however Lysandre felt about himself matter little to Mahal. It didn't matter if he was high rank or commoner, noble or criminal if they wished to purchase from him, he had no issues in selling. He watched as the guard moved forward to prepare a drink for the Alderaanian. He stayed silent until the finished glass had been given to its recipient. "I understand quite well. Those in high ranks or even owers of successful business such as myself must always take precautions. You never know who may seek your end so to take what you have." Mahal then lifted his glass to the man. "Cheers."
Taking a drink of his whiskey, he gave a bow of his head once more as Lysandre gave his name and spoke of the reputation behind his company, one that had been built over generations before Hadur Industries even began. "It is an honor, Mr. Panteer. It is pleasing to know that the work of my teams has caught your attention. We strive to create the greatest ships here. Shipbuilding is as much an art as it is a business. We go above and beyond to get ships out in a timely manner and at the highest quality. From time to time, the vessels we fashion exceed those built by the original shipyard."
Finishing the drink, he placed the glass on the bar as it moved to the side. Mahal then turned around and activated the large interactive screen behind him. "For generations has my family been in the business of building high-quality vessels, starting back as far as my great-great-grandfather who worked for Kuat Drive Yards. We have contracts with many corporations and have access to much of their ship lines. We have recently started building ships of our own." Pulling up a list, company names from Sienar Fleets systems, to Incom, to Kuat Drive Yards, to Corellian Engineering Corporation. Along with the list of both well-known and lesser-known companies, there was a listing for Lyncitech. Once the lists were up and ready to be selected, he turned back to the man. "Was there anything, in particular, you were seeking today? Or were you looking to figure it out as you went after getting a feel for what was available? We have a large selection so please, feel free to look about."
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Post by Deleted on Aug 30, 2019 8:10:23 GMT -8
As the new ship arrived, it made its approach closest to station Vanir. A comms officer recorded the incoming vessel and its communication to the shipyards in wanting to purchase a new ship. He then reported the situation to the primary station Pantheon on the other side of the planet. That was where all the business took place. It wasn’t long before he got word from Makhai, issuing orders on what to do and where to send the new arrival.
Ebony Ascension, this is station Vanir of Hadur Industries. We welcome you and look forward to helping you in any way we can. Please make your way to the other side of the planet and dock with station Pantheon at hangar two, bay five. A representative will meet you and help you in deciding on what ship would suit you.
Finally circling around to the other side, she followed the path her computer instructed her to follow, making her way to one of the prongs on the outer side. In just a few moments, the light of the hangar filled the cockpit as she landed the ship and powered down the systems. Joining up with the other girls at the boarding ramp, they disembarked and waited for the representative. |
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Post by Lysandre Beauveu-Panteer on Aug 30, 2019 13:08:17 GMT -8
Mahal watched as two of the guards took up positions on each side of the door. A thought that he found amusing, though his face didn't express such feelings. Always working to protect one man and his value to the people. If high rank didn't paint a target upon him, the parade of troops certainly would. He also knew that in the end, a skilled assassin could get around them without issue, which would be the typical method for someone like the man before him.
Still, this man was here for business and however Lysandre felt about himself matter little to Mahal. It didn't matter if he was high rank or commoner, noble or criminal if they wished to purchase from him, he had no issues in selling. He watched as the guard moved forward to prepare a drink for the Alderaanian. He stayed silent until the finished glass had been given to its recipient. "I understand quite well. Those in high ranks or even owers of successful business such as myself must always take precautions. You never know who may seek your end so to take what you have." Mahal then lifted his glass to the man. "Cheers."
Taking a drink of his whiskey, he gave a bow of his head once more as Lysandre gave his name and spoke of the reputation behind his company, one that had been built over generations before Hadur Industries even began. "It is an honor, Mr. Panteer. It is pleasing to know that the work of my teams has caught your attention. We strive to create the greatest ships here. Shipbuilding is as much an art as it is a business. We go above and beyond to get ships out in a timely manner and at the highest quality. From time to time, the vessels we fashion exceed those built by the original shipyard."
Finishing the drink, he placed the glass on the bar as it moved to the side. Mahal then turned around and activated the large interactive screen behind him. "For generations has my family been in the business of building high-quality vessels, starting back as far as my great-great-grandfather who worked for Kuat Drive Yards. We have contracts with many corporations and have access to much of their ship lines. We have recently started building ships of our own." Pulling up a list, company names from Sienar Fleets systems, to Incom, to Kuat Drive Yards, to Corellian Engineering Corporation. Along with the list of both well-known and lesser-known companies, there was a listing for Lyncitech. Once the lists were up and ready to be selected, he turned back to the man. "Was there anything, in particular, you were seeking today? Or were you looking to figure it out as you went after getting a feel for what was available? We have a large selection so please, feel free to look about." “Cheers.” Lysandre lifted his glass to return Mahal’s gesture, before taking a sip of the wine. It had a very smooth texture, not unlike silk. Then again, the label from which it belonged to, a handmade, artisan wine from Hapes, was extremely well respected for its focus on high quality. Not unlike the ships Lysandre had come here to purchase. While he may have preferred First Order vessels, it was important to ensure that Alderaan would not be harassed by any sort of Rebellion or Galactic Alliance Remants.Upon mention of what sorts of ships the Alderaanian government was interested in buying, Lysandre produced a small, silver holographic projector from within his cloak. As he fiddled with a few of the small dials on the projector to get to the right recording, he spoke.“After we selected your shipyard as the one we would order from, we also chose to examine your various ship lines and classes in order to pick which would be the best fit for us. Of particular note was the Aesir line, which seems to offer the highest available quality of all your various lines.” After messing with the projector for a moment, he finally got it to align, the light in the center flashing light blue. Placing it on the table, the hologram flashed to light, showing the fleet composition the Alderaanians had assembled for the order. Showing a large number of ship types arrayed in formation.“Our government has selected a number of ships for purchase.” This was likely an enormous order all things considered, as the only individuals with enough credits to buy more ships were large-scale Galactic governments, all of whom had their own Shipyards. On the hologram was displayed one Odin-Class Star Destroyer, one Bast-Class Star Frigate, two Somnus-Class Ion Attack Cruisers, One Zaqar-Class Communications Cruiser, and six Nike-Class Fast Frigates. In addition, the contracts for 160 Fire Lotus-Class Starfighters, 20 BTL Y-Wing Class Bombers, and 60 TIE Advanced x1 crafts were included. |
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Post by Mahal on Aug 30, 2019 14:09:10 GMT -8
This was likely an enormous order all things considered, as the only individuals with enough credits to buy more ships were large-scale Galactic governments, all of whom had their own Shipyards. On the hologram was displayed one Odin-Class Star Destroyer, one Bast-Class Star Frigate, two Somnus-Class Ion Attack Cruisers, One Zaqar-Class Communications Cruiser, and six Nike-Class Fast Frigates. In addition, the contracts for 160 Fire Lotus-Class Starfighters, 20 BTL Y-Wing Class Bombers, and 60 TIE Advanced x1 crafts were included.
As the projector played and showed the images of ships they selected, Mahal turned to the screen and began working to pull up each and everyone to allow further details to be revealed on the ships. "The Aesir line, huh? Our finest class of ships. While they may not be aesthetically designed like the Mythic line, they are our grandest pieces of work. Each ship works as a specialized piece of work. Just as a balanced ship serves a great purpose, so too does those set to accomplish a single role."
As the ship schematics came up, he began to review them. "The Odin-class is the most powerful ship in our line. Giving up troop and hangar space, we put all our attention into increasing its defenses and armament. On its own, it can handle heavy assaults without the need of back up and deal back more than what it receives. Redundant shield generators work to keep it holding on even under the heaviest of firepower. The Bast-class serves as your balanced ship of the Aesir line, being quick enough to handle making it's away around other ships while having the defenses and firepower to stand against nearly any of its class. Then comes it's little brother, the Somnus-class. Never before have I seen a ship built specifically to hinder ships with ion attacks. But we all know that there comes times when ships and bases need to be disabled, not destroyed. With a full load-out of ion weapons, ships and shields can be brought down much faster as other ships in the fleet keep it safe. The Zaqar-Class Communications Cruiser will keep you ahead of the game with nearly full control of all information on the battlefield, be it what your troops receive or what you hinder your enemies have. If it has to do with communications, sensors, and scanners, this ship can handle it, be it a boon or a hindrance. As for the Nike-class." He then pulled up two separate schematics for the ship. "Which design were you looking at purchasing? This model is capable of both a capital ship role or a starfighter screening vessel."
Though he didn;t go into the details of the starfighters, he brought them up on the screen as well. They were ships that had been around for some time and many knew of their capabilities. All in all, It was a solid fleet set up, built to handle nearly every situation. In the end, the guidelines most organizations had to follow for a fleet designation was limited, so building that perfect, well-balanced fleet was, at times, difficult.Another station? How large of a company was this to have two large stations circling the planet? It was tad inconvenient to have to circle around to the other side just to reach their destination, but she pushed forward anyway. Taking off, she had not taken the moment to look at the sensors for the flight path thus leading her the long way around. As she circled the planet, the next station came into view. At first, she thought this was where they were meant to land, but when she looked at the sensors, saw that she still had to keep going. That made three shipyards in orbit. How many ships did this place churn out at a time? It wasn't at the level of Kuat Drive Yards but still seemed capable of getting many ships out in a timely manner.
Finally circling around to the other side, she followed the path her computer instructed her to follow, making her way to one of the prongs on the outer side. In just a few moments, the light of the hangar filled the cockpit as she landed the ship and powered down the systems. Joining up with the other girls at the boarding ramp, they disembarked and waited for the representative.
"Welcome to Hadur Industries. I am Makhai. I'm here to help you through the process of selecting a new ship. Please, follow me where we can discuss your needs with a bit more comfort." Leading the quartet into the central part of the station, it wasn;t long before they found his office. While not as stylized as Mahal's it was nicely designed in its own way, making it more than comfortable enough as he motioned for the ladies to take a seat in the soft chairs and couch. Before taking a seat, he moved over to the bar and poured himself a glass of wine, offering up one for each of the girls as well.
Once they denied or accepted, he moved over to his desk and began to run his hands over the keys, bringing up the basic design of their ship. Sitting back, he examined the specs of the vessel before shifting his gaze to the ladies. "If it's not too much to ask, what makes you want to buy a new ship? We are honored you'd choose us first, but from what I can see of your vessel when you landed, it would only need a few repairs to get back up to fighting shape. And the specifications aren't half bad either." |
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Post by Deleted on Aug 30, 2019 17:02:58 GMT -8
As Makhai made his way up to the girls, they began speaking through the Force, making comments about how cute he was and if they should flirt around with him for a bit. However, as he motioned for them to follow, Kindra silenced the chatter, instructing them to behave. She didn't want to cause any issues in trying to get their new ship. Sure, there were times in which proper seduction could help out, and while it was possible here, there was no clear path in which they could follow. Perhaps more knowledge would be unveiled as the meeting went, but for now, they'd play it as proper business.
Walking through the halls, they were amazed at how nicely designed the building was. The hangar might have seemed like a typical shipyard, but everything else looked like it was designed to be the home of someone with a fondness for luxury. A surprising thing, to be sure. It was even more interesting as they reached Makhai's office and saw how nice it was. This was furthered by the offer of drinks. Deciding to enjoy the hospitality, they all took a glass of the wine the man had opened and became comfortable on the couch, letting themselves lay back in more relaxed and possibly suggestive poses.
As Kindra worked to figure the man out, getting the feel they could possibly have some fun with him without him having a problem with it, the question came. Why did they want to get rid of the ship? Taking a deep breath, she sat straight as she answered his question.
"In all honesty, it's been a great ship. However, we've decided we wanted something a little newer and easier to maintain. It is a bit of an old ship now. Plus, it seems we've somehow caught the attention of others. Don't know why, but most I can guess is someone saw a group of four ladies and thought they'd be easy prey. We've gotten tired of being chased and not having the best arsenal to defend ourselves with. Not only do we not have the required crew to operate all the weaponry, but it's best when facing down an enemy rather than being chased, which tends to be the constant." What surprised her and the others most was the fact she told him the honest truth. She had wanted to keep the fact they seemed to be hunted quiet so as to not make the man think it was a hot ship and a group they wanted nothing to do with. A reality she hoped didn't come back to bite them in the rear.
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Post by Mahal on Aug 30, 2019 17:25:13 GMT -8
Makhai took a sip of his wine as Kindra talked. He was enjoying the sight of the four women before him, but he had to keep his mind on track. This was a time for business, not pleasure. Leaning forward, he listened intently upon the reasoning for seeking a new ship. When she finished, he gave a nod of understanding.
"I see. Being chased across the galaxy and attacked at the most inopportune times isn't something that anyone wants. And these people are of the most despicable kind if they are indeed choosing you simply because of you being four beautiful young ladies. Nothing but a shame, if you ask me." Moving his fingers across his keyboard he began to bring up features that could potentially be installed upon their ship and brought it up on the display for them all to see. "There are certain features we can add to your ship that can give you an edge, such as a droid brain built to handle the weaponry. The weaponry is actually quite suited for the situations you find yourself it thanks to the three dual heavy laser turrets. And being built as a military-grade vessel, the hull and shielding give it great defense, and its speed is up there as well, being at least average with most its class and above those with the heavy weaponry and defense the ship possesses. But I think your four already knew that. You're mostly looking to get rid of it in order to throw these hunters off your trail, am I right?" He eyed the four of them suspiciously for a few moments before letting a smile creep back to his features. "That's quite alright. Just some options in case you might have thought on keeping it. But you all seem rather set on finding a new ship. Let's see what we can find for you. I'm assuming you'd like to keep most of the features already existing on this ship, correct? Solid defenses, heavy armament that can be utilized in any direction, fairly quick and agile while possessing decent carrying capacity, room for all of you and any guests, and being nicely built inside?" Removing the image of their ship from the screen, Makhai began pulling up the different companies they built ships for, looking through them in quick succession for something that would fit them.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 30, 2019 18:39:35 GMT -8
The girls watched as Makhai brought up their ship and the list of modifications they could make to enable them to make full use of it. As he went, he pushed the idea, catching the facts they knew: the capabilities it possessed in speed, weaponry, and defense. This man knew his ships and their abilities. Why wouldn’t he? He was a representative for a shipyard. Of course, he knew. As he set his gaze upon them, trying to gauge them and the true motive behind their reason for changing ships, the girls began to tense up a bit.
Then came that charming smile and the claim that it didn’t matter. Like that, he went on to discuss what ship would suit them. He figured them out quick in what they desired to have, which hopefully made it easier in finding what they were looking for. When the lists came up of different shipyards, Kindra let herself relax a bit in her chair as she crossed her legs and twirled her hair.
"I have to admit, I’m quite curious as to the ships specific to this company. Would you happen to have any that meets our needs?" At this point, she decided they could flirt around with the man well enough and decided to speak in a innocent and lightly seductive voice as the other girls let themselves continue to flirt with their body language and eyes.
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