Posted 06 May 2014 - 04:46 PM
Posted 06 May 2014 - 05:00 PM
And Nar Kreeta was a damn good location.
With the recent purchase of several trade stations from Corellian engineering, danger had a plan and business opportunity to set up as many profitable straight stations she could in the system. This was a gateway world to the Mara --- and Danger wanted to make sure ATC fuel space ports and trade stations were all over it.
And at the end of it all, she had every intention of this being another site for the South systems Bazaar.
Posted 06 May 2014 - 05:11 PM
Nar Kreeta. The hub of the dispossessed and the greedy, a place that suited Neskar just find. He could acquire equipment for a cut price, and perhaps meet some scumbags he could work for. Money was the game, and... well.. the name was Neskar, but rhyming wasn't his strong suite. There were but two items that caught his eye over the original list. The Gorgon Net Rifle. The AST-1 entrapment grenade launcher. Fine additions to his arsenals. And specifically tuned to kill or capture force users. Perfect, in his eyes. His reputation would be enhanced by such a deadly arsenal. He had to get them. He was not the richest, but he had skills. Incredibly valuable skills to some. The skill to kill, the ability to slay in cold blood, and the trait of lust for money and glory. That may make him useful in some eyes, and it was those eyes he meant to exploit. If that failed, he had a stash of credits kept from previous bounties and other jobs that he had not yet spent on gear or drink that would serve him well. And perhaps a steely look may deter the most intrigued bidder. Although, that didn't seem likely by some of the faces down here.
He swiftly entered the auction house, standing tall and nefarious. He stared straight at the auctioneer, and decided he would be the first to place a bid. Why not? At least he was early, else his prize may have been taken away from him. And that would not do.
"Twenty two thousand on the Gorgon Web Rifle, and the AST-1!" he yelled heatedly over the furore of the auction room. If money failed, he would not.
Posted 06 May 2014 - 05:14 PM
Rave slipped in beside @Danger Arceneau. Arceneau could buy and sell Akure Executive Leatherworks a hundred times over, but Jorus had thought highly of the ginger, and AEL's products had sold very well at the SSS expo.
"Evenin', Miz Arceneau," she said. "Don't think we've met. Rave Merrill - the checkbook behind AEL. Woulda thought you'd be sick of auctions after running what you ran."
But power gravitated to power, and this world was changing hands, economically.
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Posted 06 May 2014 - 05:16 PM
This wasn't a good place for a Panteer Nobleman, but it was fun, so he just had to be here. The young man had never participated in an auction and this whole life was still rather new to him, but he had the feeling it would be fun, that somehow he would get something out of this. Would it be material things or just an experience, no idea, but either way he would gain something. The young man was dressed in one of his finest attires, probably not necessary for a place like this, since it was everything but a typical high-quality nobleman's mansion, but it would have to do. He was there among the crowd of people, ready to place bids on everything. He looked over the table for bids and found a couple things that interested him. ''Fourty five thousand on the Krayt Dragon Egg and Fifteen thousand on the Corusca Gem.''
Posted 06 May 2014 - 05:19 PM
Lucien Cordel was not at this auction. It would be unbecoming of a man of his social stature to be in any were near any sort of criminal operation. He had however sent representatives two People a man and a woman both dressed exceptionally well they had accompanied Lucien's Gemstone from his vault to the black sun's chosen storage point. Lucien had some friends in the suns so when the call had come he had made a donation, of course if anyone asked the Gem had been stolen not given, ... but no one would ask.
His representative were here to exercise his will and ensure he succeeded in gaining his chosen prize a Krayt dragon egg. The taller of the two raised one hand "My employer wishes to bid 50,000 credits for the Krayt Dragon egg" They were well prepared to bid higher but the cheaper the better, Luciens display cabinets were notably devoid of rare curios and he wished to rectify that.
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Posted 06 May 2014 - 05:31 PM
Arthur watched silently as the bids went one after another, piling up already, he would have to make sure though that the items he hd come here for would be his. Running his hand over the datapad he had come to learn how to use with ease and speed he placed three bets. Those were simply Twenty Thousand for the Gem, Sixty thousand for the Krayt Dragon Egg, and lastly and as more of a Joke than anything, a mil on the Date with one Spencer Jacobs. With his bids placed he leaned back and waited for someone he knew to turn their face to the auction.
Posted 06 May 2014 - 05:40 PM
I grunted as I surveyed the plethora of people at the auction. Hmm. There wasn't a whole lot I wanted. Most was too expensive for me, see. I'd only recently acquired a small fortune. Not much, honestly. Just a couple million. Most of that was gone now. Blown on repairs for the Farcry. The dented rust-bucket wasn't much, but she was mine. Plus, the armory inside my freighter was literally brimming with equipment. A lifetime supply of ammunition from Czerka, along with one of every weapon they sold. I was happy. People said I only smiled at guns, beer and bo-... well, you get the picture. I saw a few fine weapons that I really wanted. So I bid.
"50,000 on the Huntsman. 50,000 on the Seydakin. And uh..." are you kriffing me. The bid had been at 2,000 a pop for the Gorgon and AST-1. Some guy just bid 22,000 on both. Dumbass Mandalorian. "23,000 on the AST-1 and Gorgon."
Posted 06 May 2014 - 05:45 PM
Mr. Ash was at the stock exchange, using a datapad to do some configuration. First part of the plan was simple. Send a message to Rasho:
The dummy account is number 75438. Deposit the portions of the commissions in here. I'll use the account to wire our-money into the stock exchange, trace it, and buy us a planet's economy. Gotta love capitalism. I'll need at least 500,000 credits to sink this in to get our little engine running, so keep encouraging them to go big with this.
He then made some bids, adding them to the list. After all, if he won, he'd be getting some of the money back anyway.
125,000 for the force-dead blood sample.
190,000 credits for the Solace-class. He liked it. Sleek, black, dangerous and wild. Him in a nutshell, although eh was mostly just wanting to drive up the price a little.
He flipped through the list. Spencer Jacobs? Huh. A million. More Huh. Well, out of his ball park to say the least. He preferred dates that didn't cost a year's salary. He nodded and ordered a caf. Had to keep up appearances, after all.
Posted 06 May 2014 - 05:48 PM
Lucien's attendants shook there head in unison "Sixty thousand on the dragon egg" The taller one called again the shorter of the pair went to gather drinks and talk to@Rasho the Hutt the auctioneer. The man approached the auctioneer "I have been asked by His Lordship to inform you that any alternative payment offers for the Gemstone from his graces collection can be negotiate through me If this could be publicized I would be much obliged" The man then left with a bow in his experience Large people were best treated with care.
Posted 06 May 2014 - 05:55 PM
(Turns out I'm actually retarded and cannot read properly. 2000, not 20,000. Whoops. That's midnight bidding for you.)
Neskar heard the clamour of a second bid, for his weapons. That would not do. Certainly not. He peaked his head to his side and glared for a second, before returning to his original stance. He narrowed his eyes and considered the possibilities. For now, money would suffice. "Twenty-five on the Gorgon and AST-1." He replied calmly and with a sense of confidence in his voice. He had to win these weapons. By any means necessary. They would be more than useful. Any sort of bounty on a force user would become infinity easier with such weaponry. And bounties were his business, and the old proverb said; never mess with another man's income. Especially a Mandalorian.
Posted 06 May 2014 - 05:58 PM
Vex arrived in typical fashion for him In a Litter adorned with rather questionable images, he had been out of the public for a long time. Drinking and ... associating with scantly clad Individuals, two of whom accompanied him that night. The two gamorreans who were bearing this litter lowered it down and Vex climbed out a harlot on each arm. He waddled to the front "30,000 on the Jawa sand crawler and If the seller wishes a free pass To the den of Vice and debauchery i intend to turn the sand crawler into" Upon placing his bid he immediately began his search for the alcohol whilst pondering whether he could entice patrons to go ... under cover with a jawa.
Posted 06 May 2014 - 05:59 PM
Posted 06 May 2014 - 06:01 PM
The Surly midget of the Sith was not in person, but had a protocol droid doing his work remotely. After all, there was some good business to be made here, and it wasn't like he couldn't ask them to ship the material to Dagobah quietly. These were people who understood discretion, thankfully. That being said, he was in orbit, tapping away. The funy thign was that when the Sith empire fell, nobody actually stuck around long enough to claim their pensions or credits, and Olom had embezzled a decent amount away. All the sith for fighting over the ashes, but he pulled the major banks and trusts, making things work in accordance with his plan.
"60,000 credits for the Sandcrawler,and 75 for the Krayt Dragon egg." The embryonic cells from the egg would be fascinating, to say the least. However, he needed to conceal the fact that this was genetic research--one could never know who was watching this sale. Best to buy something irrelevant to confuse people.
"15,000 for the Tusken Armor and Gadderfii," the protocol droid added. There. Now it simply looked like Olom was buying a bunch of things from Tattooine. No one would suspect more than that, he hoped.
Posted 06 May 2014 - 06:12 PM
Posted 06 May 2014 - 06:22 PM
Ashin's armor was something that her "son" would wish to keep safe. It would never be worn, simply locked away and kept beautiful.
Posted 06 May 2014 - 06:29 PM
I grunted. Well, people were tryin' ta' outbid me. It happened at these kinda events. Made me a little irritated. Made me want to shoot 'em. Just a little. I heaved a sigh. Probably wouldn't have enough money to buy all four items. So I'd have to start cutting my losses. I liked the Gorgon. Neat thing. Didn't really much like the AST-1 now that I thought about it. Too easy for a Forcer to redirect.
Not so subtly, I shouldered my way through the bidding crowd and came to stand next to @Neskar A'toll. "Hey Mando. I'll take the Gorgon, you take the AST. Deal?"
Not waiting for him to respond, I growled out, "13,000 on the Gorgon. 56,000 each for the Seydakin and Huntsman."
Posted 06 May 2014 - 06:39 PM
A Warlord needed a truly devastating platoon.
Posted 06 May 2014 - 06:48 PM
Arthur changed his bids instantly, eighty thousand for the egg and a good one point three million for the date, meanwhile he had found few in the room that he recognized and wondered how many big wigs there were in the galaxy. Crossing his hands on his knee he watched the datapad infront of him for the ever changing prices and being ready for when they do change as he knew they would.