Allies Come From All Walks of Life

[Chek Zun]

Castell, what an amusing little world situated within the colonies. The world itself had industrialized itself to a point where most of it was, made up of Gossam industrial districts. What a curious little species of alien. To them appearance was everything so he with the most money, and prestige had the most appearance. Chek was one such individual who had gained such a place in the sun. He had already come from a fairly wealthy family but, he had even greater aspirations. As such he grew and over time accumulated his own wealth slowly becoming one of the more wealthy Gossam on Castell. He started out running a few fairly small businesses, but grew tired of them, taking all the money they had given him, and then throwing them all away. He invested his money elsewhere eventually gaining considerable wealth.

It was only in the recently though, that he began reforming a group with much history with his people. The Commerce Guild. A group who helped bring Castell out of the slumps and once the Empire dissolved them once again turned Castell into a slump. Gossam would achieve more than his predecessor, as the Presidente of the Guild. He admired the original Shu Mai, but he knew he was better and would achieve better. The first step was of course accumulating more wealth and of course making friends. He had already talked with Herr Vanderhing, the new Viceroy of Cato Nemoidia and the Trade Federation, and had already made deals there with the CIS Reborn, but he needed even more.

Currently he was wandering around some of the more commercial districts of Castell. He had on very fine garbs, as well as heels to make him look taller. He was escorted by two B-1s that he had others modified, just to give them better sensors. Of course he would probably modify them more, but for now they would work as protection. In Gossam it was obvious who was powerful and Chek was obviously powerful. He sometimes like to walk the streets just to see the current state of affairs the planet was in and overall to just show of. It was the Gossam way.

After muchg walking amongst the streets he headed into a very private and very upper-class eating establishment. There he sat awaiting his food which honestly costed more than it should of with his two b-1s by his side.

[member="Dravis Rosilla"]

 

[Dravis Rosilla]

The Bith were well known for being nearsighted. Their lidless eyes, deep and never-ending, could see the most minuscule detail from up close, but farther away, everything became blurry. Dravis took inspiration from his species' adaptation. To rule, to amass power, one could not sit back, and search for solutions. No, one had to approach their destiny, scrutinize it, and the path would reveal itself.

Then again, eyes were eyes, and empires were empires. Not much correlation, but that hadn't deterred Dravis from using the metaphor yet.

Dravis had shadowed the wealthy Gossam for around three days, getting a feel for his mannerisms and habits. He seemed confident, unafraid to flaunt his wealthy lifestyle. On a planet like Coruscant, that would get him stabbed, but here on Castell, his life seemed to be all the better for it. He was respected for his wealth and influence. Those factors were what drew the Sith to him, after all.

As the Gossam entered a fine restaurant, he wouldn't see or hear anything out of the ordinary. Simply the clinking of cups, the chewing of food, and polite conversation.

Dravis seemed to materialize out of the crowd, wearing fine black robes, obviously quite expensive. He made his way to Chek Zun's table slowly, taking his time to smile and polite word to the patrons around him. He created no stir, no buzz, he negotiated through the crowd without making any waves. Eventually, he stopped in front of the Gossam and his droid escort, and bowed deeply.

"Greetings and salutations to you, sir." The Bith's circular mouth curled into a small smile, sparks of yellow fire swimming in his dark eyes. "You are Mr. Zun, I presume. Do you mind if I sit and speak with you a moment? I promise..." Drav's smile grew a hint of greedy malice.

"... It will be worth your time."

- [member="Chek Zun"] -

 

[Chek Zun]

Chek sat patiently as he waited for his food to arrive but little did he know something much different than food would come to his table. Chek was observant though, his eyes glazed around the restaurant, watching the people inside. Oh yes he caught a glimpse of the strange bith, but at first thought nothing of it. Just another dreary looking individual here to enjoy fine cuisine. It wasn't until he got closer and closer did the Gossam begin to narrow his eyes. He crossed his arms as the alien approached his table.

"Hmm," Chek muttered from his mouth thinking contemplatively. He had never seen this individual before. He wasn't dumb either, he knew if he was here with a business proposition that means this individual personally tracked down the presidente for it. With that, it could mean any number of things, but the old Gossam peered up, and gestured with one hand, "Be my guest." He did not yet know what this proposition was yet but he was willing to at least here him out. His B-1s looked down their blasters lowered slightly but Chek waved his hand for them to go back to sentry duty and watch for anyone else. "Roger-Roger."

Beady yellow eyes probed the Bith before him. Chek was trying to decipher what this individual could of wanted. Though he was pretty sure it wasn't anything that was a threat to him yet, he was almost positive it was something of the less than savory variety, otherwise he probably would of used more conventional manners to talk with Chek. Still the Gossam wasn't one to shy away from a deal of any type even if in the public eye it would look horrible. As long as it furthered the Guild and him that was what mattered. "How can I help you sir?"

[member="Dravis Rosilla"]

 

[Dravis Rosilla]

The deal would most likely degrade the Gossam's reputation with his people.

That is, if they ever had the chance to find out about it.

Which they didn't. Not if the dark-cloaked Bith had anything to say about it.

Dravis' smile seemed to widen, the flaps on his face extending out. He bobbed his head gracefully, and flagged down a waitor. "I would like the seasoned nuna, please. Oh, and a glass of your special." The man, another Gossam, bowed respectfully, and continued on his way. Dravis enjoyed the sign of submission more than he should have.

"I must admit," started the Bith, feeling out the conversation before he continued, "I have never been to this establishment. As much as I enjoy the atmosphere, I will say that the droids seem to kill the classy mood." He turned quickly to the two B1's, a hint of mischief in his eye. "I mean no disrespect, of course, to you or your guards. I appreciate the show of power. For you are a powerful man, and the galaxy must know it, yes?"

Dravis sat poised on the edge of his seat, prim and proper, his face sharp and maleficent.

Nothing helped with first impressions quite like bringing how great the other person was.

- [member="Chek Zun"] -