A song of steel, and a tiny phrik: Lord Daemos {Val'hala}

[Cassus Akovin]

{Original Thread of Obtaining Sonsteel}

Val'hala...

What a strange place business has brought her too. She could scarcely describe it. She wasn't even quite sure where to land on the huge world. She would refer to the coordinates she was given of course, to reach her client, but still.

She read up a little bit on this place, and stopped somewhere in the beginning. It was too.... weird for her. She decided this would be a quick trip, she didn't want to accidentally bump into an unfriendly alien, or get caught up in the cultural hubbub.

In orbit, she signaled her client.

"Do you have a dock for me to land? I'm a bit disorientated by your planet." She chuckled the faintest bit.

@[member="Lord Daemos"]

 

[Matreya]

Daemos returned a message forthwith; Olympus Harbor is the nearest space port. Meet me there in 15 minutes. With that sent, the man moved his large frame through the office out the front door and down the street. He loved this planet, smiling as he moved. Lush plant life lined all the streets, wild animals roamed the skies nearby, life was basically a gorgeous thing here - even for a darksider.

When he arrived, the man waited near the large entrance for the woman he would do business with.

@[member="Triam Akovin"]

 

[Cassus Akovin]

"You're the boss." She replied, as she directed her ship to the port she was directed to. Olympus Harbor. Val'hala. Such odd names, they seemed so familiar yet she couldn't quite place her finger on it. 15 minutes later she was touching down, laying witness to the exotically strange mixture of life almost overpowering anything else on planet.

Her boots clunked on the metal ramp as it descended onto the planet. Full Ultrachrome armor, brown cloak, gloves, guns, the whole nine yards touched down on the worlds surface, observing it through the slit in her helmet. She half considered coming off the ramp with it open, but she didn't know the client, and she would not give him the advantage of knowing her face. Not just yet anyway.

"Nice thing you got here. Are you the Client?" She asked.

@[member="Lord Daemos"]

 

[Matreya]

Daemos nodded and held out a briefcase filled to the brim with credits, "The agreed price." He said gruffly. It wasnt intentional; he just hated people mostly. Looking the woman over prior, he felt it safe to give her the payment before recieving his own. He was sure he could take her, this was true, but that had nothing to do with it. Despite not liking her, he did trust her.

@[member="Triam Akovin"]

 

[Cassus Akovin]

@[member="Lord Daemos"]

She nodded in approval at the briefcase. Strange that thus far only the mysterious woman on Polis Massa understood the concept of discretion and the utilization of a credit chip, but Triam wasn't about to argue with a client over the medium at which her payment crossed over to her. She pulled out a container from her pack containing the 5 kilos of Songsteel.

"The agreed amount." She said in parallel to what he said to her. She looked around as she gave him her material. She hadn't trusted her instincts on Polis Massa and some low life try to kill her (very unsuccessfully). Letting her guard down here were there were dangerous populaces and other wildlife, was simply just the worst idea in the galaxy.

 

[Matreya]

Slowly he took the case. Opening it even slower, the man glanced down to eye the quality of the alloys. With a small smile and a nod he spoke again, "Feel free to contact me if ever you have alloys. Myself and my company, James Armor Co, are always looking for good materials." With that he nodded again and turned to leave with a small salute the last gesture he showed before continuing back to the shop.