A List of tasks (LOF Mission)

[Lucien Cordel]

Luciens Personal assistant stood in the auditorium of Luciens palace He was to brief @[member="TimirOrso"] On a list of tasks Lucien wanted completing. Happen the Budding dogs body wanted a reward ... Perhaps he would get one it varied.Lucien had once more deemed himself too important to greet his own house guest.This left the P.A to deal with him and so the man stood waiting data pad in hand.

 

[TimirOrso]

Timir approached the daunting homestead of Lord Lucien Cordel a human of great power. It occured to him however that the master of the house was busy elsewhere, as someone who denoted themselves as Lord Cordel's assistant fast approached appearing most careworn and worried, Timir did not take this as sign for anything though. Timir addressed himself and stated his purpose for arriving at Cordel's abode, being as cold and metallic as any steroype of his species, or so quipped the assistant. Timir thus took out his own datapad in preparation for the recording of his directive.

Timir wished to gain a semblance of trust and influence from the Lord, as Timir believed having him as an associate would bring him great affluence and a possible appointment to some high office later in life, or rather, a chance to find a haven for where he could excercise his skills as a combat engineer. But this was never relegated to anyone, especially not the Lord's personal assistant. @[member="Lucien Cordel"].

 

[Lucien Cordel]

The assistant dictated to @[member="TimirOrso"] His task in Luciens exact words "Lord Cordel wishes you to collect a package of great value, You will find the package stowed away in the most unlikely of places, for security reasons however I am to give you only the coordinates. Once there give them this ticket and say nothing someone will hand you the package don't scrunch it up,You are dismissed" The assistant then proceed to walk in the direction of the kitchen. He could be heard a few moments later to be hurling insults at a staff member. This mysterious package was infact drycleaning but Lucien had found that mysterious packages often came back less creased than dry cleaning packages.

(See told you they were boring I will think up better tasks later)

 

[TimirOrso]

(OOC: No problem @[member="Lucien Cordel"] I was expecting some type of comic relief from this anyhow at least in the initial phases)

 

[TimirOrso]

Timir took the light bundle. Timir wasn't any fool, this was obviously something very paltry most likely laundry, it always goes like that the first time for anything. Timir was full aware what strength and connections to the "force" as it is called, that Lord Cordel had, so surely this was no ordinary laundry but rather some type of garb that eminated a sort of special energy. No matter though, Timir thought, the task must be complete and Lord Cordel's laundry was to be tended to...
After recording the coordinates, Timir left hurriedly out the palace door to the landing pad, got to his rusting ship and flew off into the red horizon. @[member="Lucien Cordel"]

 

[Lucien Cordel]

The coordinates would lead Timir to a house in a quiet snow capped village miles from the capital city.The family who inhabited the house were mute but had the divine touch when it came to getting stains of all origins out of silk. The doors were closed against the wind and inside the couple were placing the last shirt into package.Before they sealed the package their fingers nibble for people of their age.They were supposed to have closed their doors by now but they had learnt the hard way that Lord Cordel is not blessed with patience.Timir would find an adequate space to land around the corner from their house. The youngest family member stood shivering outside ready to escort Luciens latest errand boy to the house.

 

[TimirOrso]

Timir's ship came upon a small hamlet of a village, landing in a small clearing several meters from where his destination lied. As he approached a small establishment that had turned out to be his goal, a frostbitten young being approached him and hailed him into the near-dilapidated building. Timir did not say word but simply followed the frozen thing, coming upon the door, the little runt ran off whilst the Skakoan most uncouthly entered the doorway noticing two heavily worn and small beings with hostile scowls upon their faces again motioning to him. It was at that point that the 'package' Timir delivered was glowing an ominous red color.

Timir stared breifly at the package until finally handing it over to the proprieters. Giving some mode of payment never crossed Timir's mind, once the item had been delivered, Timir slightly bowed his head and then shuffled out the doorway to his ship. Besides, they never signalled or told him that payment is what they expected or anything.

The little runt from before came to him yet again, Timir muttered something in Skakoverbal and it ran off once more. Timir then proceeded into his ship and set a course back to the capital. @[member="Lucien Cordel"]

 

[Lucien Cordel]

The pair took the ticket and the sack of laundry before handing the package containing Luciens cleaned garments back to Timir.As he left they closed their doors behind him The account was settled for another day.The payment had come in the form of crystal, hidden within the shirts and other garments as it always was. The sun sank low in the sky as Timir became airborne once more.

In his mansion Lucien was about to go down for dinner. His assistant approached him as he left the drawing room, Bowing his head for a short time the man began "Your Grace , The cleaners have received the package what shall I do with the Skakoan when he arrives?" The man spoke his tone less proud and stuck up than it was when he had addressed Timir. Lucien began to slowly move away "Have a room prepared for him and invite him to dine with me when he arrives" Moments later he was out of sight the sound of his shoes drumming against polished marble serving as the only indicator of his presence.It was then that Luciens assistant took his leave for the servants quarters and relaid the message to the servants. Luciens butler an elderly H'nemthe who had devoted a large proportion of his life to learning basic was the one to answer the door when Timir arrived, a servant took the fresh clothes from him and the butler relayed the message to Timir "His lordship has extended an offer for you to join him for dinner however a room has been prepared should you desire rest " The old man spoke with a calm and patience as befitting his advanced years.

 

[TimirOrso]

It was dark now, the low glow of the capital city and the large palace stood against the blackness of the rest of the planet. Timir slowly edged into a light landing on the palaces landing pad, he had acknowledged the the transmission coming from the H'nemthe though he did mention that no quarters could house him within the palace, unless Lord Cordel had a Type III atmospheric chamber especially ready for him, Timir would have to stay in his ship. However he did say this: "Tell Lord Cordel I would be very much obliged in joining him for dining and any other festivities."


Timir got his bearings, polished his pressure suit, grabbed for his metallic ceremonial cane and slowly traversed the palace grounds stopping only until he reentered the main hall. @[member="Lucien Cordel"]

 

[Lucien Cordel]

Lucien did not have a Type III atmospheric chamber, nor did he know or care what one was. He did care about his lack of forethought He turned to his assistant "Pick my least efficient servant and dock his pay" It was then that his doorbell rang the wizened butler opened the door and bowed Timir in a second servant took the now clean clothing package from Timir and the butler led the way to the smaller dining room.He pushed open the door cracking as he did so "My Lord Mr. Orso has arrived" The butler croaked.Lucien thanked the man and gestured for him to sit down "You arrived just in time I trust you can eat normal food?" He asked only now thinking that prehaps he should checked this before inviting the man to dinner.

 

[TimirOrso]

Timir genuinely and curtly replied: "I'm sure whatever arrangement you have made will be most satisfactory indeed. I will be able to consume your food." @[member="Lucien Cordel"]. Timir was uncomfortable most times in such social settings, however he trudged along seeing as this encounter was necessary.

 

[Lucien Cordel]

The table was laid and a boil off thick hot broth was placed before the two men, The perfect thing to stave off the cold. Lucien began to eat dipping a chunk of well buttered bread into the dark liquid "You did well today but I have a feeling that you are a tad over qualified to collect laundry, what can you do?"

 

[TimirOrso]

"Well, it depends on the nature of the task, I can hold my own in a fight, highly skilled in management, building and designing equipment such as droids or weapons, I am also well versed in many a foreign tounge.

I can also do any dirty work or account settling/score settling with people you don't have the time for if that's the case.

Or if the need arises, I can cart you around or more "high class packages" that are in need of moving as I am an expert pilot, have to be in order to navigate the Unknown Region and the Deep Core, as those are my normal stomping grounds.


Simply I am here to do anything, really anything at all if you don't have the time for it- I'm the go-to being to get your dirty work done and affairs settled. Surely a Lord such as yourself needs an accountant- for all types of deeds and machinations. Hell, I could bodyguard for you, not that you require it, just an intimidation factor and show of prestige. Or possibly a personal advisor like a military aide or Adjutant, surely the local forces of your governorship of Zaadja need a commander no?

I've had military and governoring experience leading the mining colonies of Subterrel so I could qualify as possibly your 'Adjutant' or 'Vice governor' that really has no power but is just an advisor and general manager." @[member="Lucien Cordel"]

 

[Lucien Cordel]

Lucien smiled "So you want a position ... perhaps that can be arranged" He tore off a second chunk of bread and continued talking after eating it "For your second job I wish for you to sabotage a ... mans ship, he is scum and he is to race tomorrow and he is to lose. he needs the prize money to pay off a second friend of mine who is soon to go bankrupt ... if she goes bankrupt I ... prosper" He spoke without emotion. The second course was brought.

 

[TimirOrso]

"Where is tomorrow's race going to be held?" Timir said just before downing both the first and second courses without a second thought.
Timir then quipped after ingesting the meal;
"Sabotage well, that I can do most definitely, I'll make sure of it he not only loses, but also...never finishes the race. I cannot control your targets fate weather they die or live, but know it will be done." Timir announced then adding, matter of factly:
"Those racing vessels are always known to malfunction, all I will do is encourage it, if that doesn't work, then it seems bribery and intimidation are in order" Timir took a swill of Ithorian Mist he had kept hidden and set it on the table offering it Lord Cordel. @[member="Lucien Cordel"]

 

[Lucien Cordel]

"Quite it will be a sad turn of Luck for all involved, except me and mine of course" He smiled. A servant walked forward and poured the ithorien mist into Luciens glass.Lucien sipped the mist it was quite nice.Much different from his normal vintages, "The races are being held in the grand arena and his ship is being held in a warehouse around the corner" He dangled his glass lazily in his hand, one of his servants handed Timir an address "You succeed at this and I will find you a position above almost all mens wildest hopes" He drank again. He had grown weary now and Longed for his warm bed and soft pillow. He pushed his chair back and rose slowly " I am going to retire, my house and servants are at your command, I will see you at the races tomorrow ... don't let me down"